This is my first fic, so um, please be nice. Also, beware the angst. And the Blaine bashing.

Spoiler alert: Until season 3 really

Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, every single character on the show would be gay. Except for Blaine, who would just get slushied every now and them. And Will, 'cause he's just a pedo.

Pretending was easy. Kurt had been doing it for months, ever since Blaine had come back from his summer tour at Six Flags. That's why it was also easy to pretend that the way he had tied his scarf so tightly around his neck didn't make him look constipated, or that the way he was now frowning at Kurt didn't make his eyebrows look like two huge triangles covering half his face. Everything had been going smoothly. Perfectly Kurt liked to think. According to plan. Until now.

It had been easy to ignore the fact that the face he was kissing wasn't the one he wanted to be kissing. It had been easy ignoring Sam's texts, emails, Facebook messages and calls. It had been easy setting fire to the letter he had written to him before leaving Lima. It was easy to ignore his urges to slap Blaine across the cheek every time he got a solo in Glee club and rubbed it in Kurt's face, asking if he would help him practice. It was even easy to ignore the condescending way he would talk to him. What was less easy to ignore, were the nails digging into his skin right now.

Kurt looked up from the cappuccino he had been stirring and forced himself to look Blaine in the eye. After all, he was the one who had called him.

"What is it Kurt?" Blaine asked, now rubbing softly at the spot he had been clawing seconds earlier.

Kurt took a deep breath. Now that Sam was coming back, he had to come clean. It was the only way he'd be able to stay in his relationship with Blaine. Because he knew that if he didn't confess now, it would all come to hit him in the face later. He had to get rid of the huge Sword of Damocles hanging above his head, of the guilt he felt every time Blaine would say anything remotely nice to him. Now was the time.

Just then his iPhone chimed. He was about to indulge in this distraction until he realized who had sent it.

That just about gave him the confidence he needed to get on with it.

"Blaine" he began breathlessly "You know this summer, while you were at Six Flags?"

"Yes?" Blaine nodded at this, seemingly quite bored already.

"Well... I was very lonely that summer... and Sam and I had grown quite... Well, close, I suppose you could say... And-"

Blaine put his hand out, motioning him to stop. Somehow, even then, it irritated Kurt immensely. He just stared at him, slightly dropping his mouth open, before closing it again.

Blaine stared back, looking both smug and bewildered.

"You think I didn't know? What do you think I am Kurt, stupid?" He looks up at the ceiling and it's like God is looking down at him pityingly. The whole image of Blaine seems pathetically dramatic to Kurt, and all he wants is for him to dump him. To get rid of him. To tell him to go to hell. But he doesn't. Instead, Blaine looks back at him softly and pats his hand.

"But I forgive you Kurt. I forgive you because I love you."

Kurt doesn't know if he has to laugh or cry. So he does neither.

"I love you too" he answers under his breath.