"Are you okay there?" I hadn't heard Blaine approaching; since I was still a little edgy about our performance, I almost jumped out of my skin. He laughed, coming to sit next to me. "Did I scare you?"

I nodded gently. "Just a little."

For Regionals each team had been assigned a dressing room. It was something that I was used to with New Directions but it felt oddly unsettling not having my friends there that I had grown so used to. It didn't feel right going up to compete against them. Also being in the same room as Blaine whilst he changed was not good for my respiration system.

Maybe I didn't mind about the whole Sectionals thing because I was still scared of Karofsky but the distance had strengthened me: it was only a matter of time until he came out and then he would have no ground to bully me.

I felt foolish to even question my happiness at Dalton Academy; it was great there because I felt a feeling of acceptance but it just wasn't right. No matter how much I got to see Blaine each day. I still missed my old friends: the nagging of Rachel as she insisted that everybody warm up before appearing on stage; the reassurance of Finn who told everybody that we were going to win; the cheeriness of Mercedes even as she acted out stabbing at Rachel with a mime knife. All of that was missing.

It was as if Blaine could read my mind. "They're all going to be watching you, supporting you from backstage Kurt. As soon as we've finished up there we can go down and say hello to them; it's not against the rules to socialize with the opponents." I hated thinking of them as our opponents.

"Hmm, yeah, I know." I hoped that it was enough to silence Blaine but he was insistent. Blaine was a great friend but as a consequence of that he always knew when I was upset.

"So what's up?"

I shrugged, not wanting to be all truthful. It didn't matter to him. Without thinking I muttered, "Has anyone ever literally died on stage?" It was nerves. Why I was so nervous didn't bear thinking about.

"I don't know. Why? Are you feeling faint?" Blaine pulled me closer to him as if he might have to catch me from falling. If I was feeling faint his presence certainly wasn't helping. Blaine might have been completely oblivious to it but I was drunk on him almost all the time. Forming clear answers around him was being proven near impossible.

"No. I mean I don't think I am." Why did I have to keep sidetracking? I needed to tell him my thoughts, best friends shared everything. "Blaine, would you be sad if I left?"

His eyes glazed, automatically assuming that I wanted to or was at least considering it. After a moment's silence he replied: "Yes, I'd be very sad in fact. I'd probably cry or something. It's been a long time since I've had somebody who I've been able to confide in as much as I do with you." Blaine blushed slightly as if he was revealing a secret but I felt flattered not embarrassed. "I'm not sure if I'd let you in all honesty." he admitted sheepishly.

That was silly; it wasn't like he could stop me if I did decide to- as tempting as the thought of Blaine running after me would be.

"You aren't thinking of leaving are you?"

I couldn't lie to him as he stared at me with those massive puppy dog eyes. "I've considered it. It would probably be easier for my parents, I mean not as expensive or anything. As much as I would hate to leave, well, I miss them all Blaine. They were like family to me."

He nodded, absorbing all the information. "Is it because you and I are just friends? I didn't think it was awkward in all honesty but if I went and messed it up with that whole fling with Rachel well then-"

I had to interrupt him right there and then. "It's nothing to do with that and I don't want you to blame yourself if I do decide to go back to McKinley."

He looked at me, not all too convinced. I tried to smile convincingly at him but he sighed. "Well that's good at least. Just because I don't want to mess this up with you Kurt, doesn't mean I don't like you as more than a friend. I just don't want to take things too fast with you, if I lost you-"

"That wouldn't happen Blaine." I would never let it happen because, as much as I hated myself for it, I was at his beck and call and had been for a long time. It took me for a while to realize what he had just said but he had already begun to talk again.

"You're considering moving to McKinley. Now, I'm not going to tell you to stay with me at Dalton because quite frankly that makes me sound desperate but I am going to say that I don't want you to leave."

I took his hand and placed it in mine, squeezing it tightly. "Okay, I'll stop thinking about it. At least until Regionals is over."

He heaved a relieved sigh before releasing my hand. He was almost out of the room before he turned and reiterated: "Oh and Kurt? I do mean it, if you do decide to leave tell me, I'm coming with you."

With that he left me with my heart beating at a hundred miles an hour and feeling even more faint than before.