I hate cliffhangers, and I hate that I can't watch the episodes on account of not having a private television in college (or enough time). Either way, I wanted to write this little piece (don't worry, I'm not abandoning Fifteen or Tesseraction, even though I probably should since I only got TWO reviews last chapter for Fifteen!) because I'm incredibly frustrated at the person I love too.

Disclaimer: I don't own the show "Glee" or the song "White Flag" by Dido.

Chapter I: White Flag

"I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love, and always will be."

Kurt

If I had my way, people would see the world the way Brittany does, except they'd still see that Santana's a bitch. (Oh, come on, like I didn't know. Who else could talk Brittany into doing anything but breathing?) See, she saw me as a unicorn, and that's vaguely worrying, but my dad was right. A unicorn without a horn is just a horse. What he was trying to say was that horses have nothing to make it stand out of the rest of the pack. But he's wrong, because sometimes, one horse is obviously stronger and better than the others. My aunt Mildred owns a ranch; I know what a good, healthy horse looks like, and I've got to say that it looks a lot like my boyfriend, Blaine Anderson.

Okay, maybe it's not fair to compare the boy who switched schools for me to a horse, but…Tony! He can't pass up the lead! I mean, all three of them offered it to him! And when he does take it and that casting list comes out, I'm going to have to pretend to be happy.

Well, that list isn't going to come out for a few days. Until then, I think I can find a place to cry it out. So, on a Tuesday afternoon at around 3:10, I finally leave the stage and toward the greenroom with tears streaming down my face.

Blaine

If I had my way, people would see the world Kurt does, except they wouldn't all be gay. (Oh, come on, like I need more competition for Kurt's feelings. Have you seen him spin those sai swords?) See, he's brave enough to go back to the school where he was pretty much sexually assaulted, and that's vaguely worrying, but I'm here now, and I can stand up for him the way I never stood up for myself, and the way no one else ever stood up for me. A few days ago, Brittany said that Kurt is like a unicorn; he sticks out in the crowd, and I've got to say that that is the best comparison she's ever made.

Okay, maybe it's not fair to compare somebody as strong as Kurt to a unicorn, but…really! I can't pass up the lead! I mean, all three of them offered it to me! But if I did take it, when the casting list comes out I'll have a very disappointed boyfriend.

Well, I am a junior. Until next year, I think I can wait for the lead. So, on a Tuesday afternoon at around 3:10, I finally leave the greenroom and go toward the stage with tears streaming down my face.

Kurt

Oh, crap! Kurt, hide your tears!

"Oh my gosh, Kurt!" Blaine puts his hands on either side of my face. "What's wrong?"

I sniffle. "I heard your audition," I say carefully. I don't know how much he should know. "You were great."

Blaine looks guilty. "Um, did you hear anything else?"

I shake my head, but I can't meet his eyes. "No," I lie, and true to form, it comes out shaky and weak.

Blaine sighs. "I'm really sorry, Kurt," he says pleadingly. "I'll go tell them that I can't take the role right now, alright? Please, please don't be upset."

I'm sure my open-mouthed look is not at all attractive ,but I could care less about that right now. "Blaine, you can't just refuse the lead role!" I exclaim.

"Why not?" he demands. "If you got the role that you knew I wanted, wouldn't you give it up for me?"

"Well, yes, but," I don't know what to say, so I laugh cynically instead. "Wow, how am I supposed to compete with Brittany at the debates when I can't even talk to you without stuttering?"

Blaine looks confused. "Wait, Brittany's running? I thought she was your campaign manager."

I nod miserably. "I yelled at her because I was mad that she put up posters comparing me to a unicorn," I sniff, the tears that had just started to dry are flowing again.

Blaine takes my hand. "I think they'll understand if I'm too busy being my boyfriend's campaign manager to play Tony."

I look up at him. "Do you want that role, Blaine? If I hadn't said I wanted it, and they offered it to you, would you have taken it right then and there?"

Blaine only hesitates a minute, and we both know it's because he's debating whether to lie to me or not, but finally, with a shameful sigh, he nods. "Yes."

"Then take it, Blaine," I slip my hand around his. "And I promise that, when they put on Pinocchio, I'll take Pinocchio after you audition for him."

Blaine tilts his head to look me in the eye. "Are you sure, Kurt?" he asks, stroking the back of my hand with his thumb.

I nod and smile. The tears are finally dry. "Positive," I tell him honestly.

Blaine smiles widely and we both run down the corridor to the stage.

"I accept," he says with oh-so-sexy confidence. He's looking at me as he says it, and he's so grateful! You know, when you think about it, Blaine Anderson has really soft eyes.

Blaine

"Miss Pillsbury," I smile as charmingly as I can, "I had a few things I wanted to say to you without Kurt overhearing," I sit down in front of her, eyes darting furtively around. I know Kurt has no reason to be here, especially since he has a French class right now, but there's no such thing as being too careful.

"Sure," she invite me to sit and I do so gratefully.

"I want Kurt to understudy for Tony, and I want him to have a role." I say. "I'll do my best to be there for every rehearsal and every show, but if I can't, I can't think of a better person for the role than Kurt."

"Well, alright," Miss Pillsbury nods. "I can do that. He can play Chino."

"Thank you," I say. There's an idea percolating inside my head, but if I were to hurt myself on purpose, Kurt would kill me, and I have no desire to hurt myself so badly that I'll lose the role. I want Kurt to play Tony more than I want to play Tony, but not that much.

I wonder how Kurt is going to react to the fact that he has to kill me onstage.

Kurt

I know I should look at the list. I mean, what kind of boyfriend doesn't look at the list? But when Blaine tells me to go look at it, what choice do I have but to go look at it? Le sigh.

OH MY GOSH, I'M UNDERSTUDYING FOR TONY! And I actually got a role! But…wait, doesn't Chino kill Tony at the end?

I swallow dramatically. "Oh, god, I think I'm going to be sick."

"Why?" Blaine doesn't understand, but he's chasing after me anyway.

"Because I can't kill you, Blaine!" how can I make this any clearer? "Not even if it's just pretend. I don't want to pretend to kill you!"

"Then don't," Blaine says, looking disappointed. He's hurt, and for some reason, that makes me hurt, but I see the posters Brittany's put up and I know that I need something to keep me from going insane when my insides are spilled out all across the walls for everyone to see.

"Fine," I say, nodding. I turn on my heels and leave. I can do this all on my own, especially now that I know what to do.

Brittany

Why would Kurt withdraw from the campaign? He's the only other unicorn in this school. Yeah, I'm a prettier and more well-known unicorn, but I'm not the kind of unicorn this school needs.

Rachel

Ugh. That ridiculous I'm-named-after-a-character-from-"Les-Miserables" is far too loud. I know he thinks he's the greatest thing on this planet since Kurt Hummel, but honestly, nobody's better than Kurt, especially not this Gavroche. He's only succeeded in making me dislike my favorite musical right after "Wicked" and "Evita."

Speaking of which, where is Kurt right now? It's almost time for our—

"Rachel Berry?" the elderly woman at the front complimented me on my sweater. She's so nice! "Room 210 is open for you right now."

"Thank you, ma'am," I curtsey—it's only polite, after all—"but I'm waiting for my friend, Kurt Hummel."

"Hmm," she runs her pen down the clipboard. "Oh, the high-pitched boy. Yeah, he signed himself out, said he didn't want to audition anymore."

"But, it's NYADA," I am thoroughly shocked.

The woman shrugs. "Better boys than him have cracked under the pressure."

I grab my purse and walk up to her purposefully. "You don't care about him at all! I take back what I said about you being a nice woman!"

Behind me, she says something about, "You never said I was nice at all." Ugh, some people can't even listen. But Kurt won't be one of them. I'll talk him back into auditioning, and I'll make sure he listens. Everyone listens to me. It's a gift.

Burt

"Sure, son. What kind of job do you want to have here?" I also kind of want to know how much money he needs, but I would really appreciate the help either way and—

"A permanent one, dad."

Ugh, if the show cops out on having Blaine and Kurt talk about Tony, I will be so mad! Sorry, it's been a really stressful week. My girlfriend pretty much just confessed that the only reason she proposed to me was to solidify our relationship before I found out she was pregnant. I'm a girl. Yes, it means exactly what you think it means. I'll get the next chapters of Fifteen and Tesseraction up on Sunday, I promise. I'm mostly writing now to get my mind off things.