Okay, so if you've seen the movie 'Fireproof', you'll know what The LoveDare is.

A WARNING: If you are offended by the idea of Christianity being repressented here, please don't read and leave rude comments.

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"Things haven't been going well with Blaine."

At his words, the dark girl in front of him sat up and began to pay more attention, crossing her legs and furrowing her brow. Her gentle, caring face was something he had missed in the past few months, and he was thankful to be able to talk to his best friend again.

"It's…he's given me until October fifteenth," Kurt breathed, feeling tears begin to pool in his eyes.

Mercedes leaned further forward and put a hand on his knee. "To do what, Kurt?"

"To make him fall in love with me again."

Mercedes fell silent at that, causing Kurt's stomach to stir uneasily. Her eyes, wide and shocked, searched his face for any indication of what would cause Blaine to say such a thing.

Kurt sighed, trying desperately not to cry. He had expected nothing less than her complete astonishment. "He and I have been acting differently towards each other for a while now…and now, he thinks we should break up." He paused, a single tear making its way down his face. "And I have no idea of what to do!" he exclaimed, the last word coming out in the form of a choked sob.

"Oh, Kurt," Mercedes said, her tone laced with compassion and sympathy. She pulled him into a hug and patted his back as he wept. "Oh, honey."

"I don't what to do!" Kurt nearly shrieked again, his exclamation muffled by Mercedes' fabulous teal blouse. He felt her comforting hands on his back as he shook with sobs. "W-We were fine two months ago, and then everything juh-just fell apart!" He paused, pulling away from his friend as he began wiping his eyes.

"What happened?" she asked. "You two seemed fine the last time I saw you."

Kurt shot her a disbelieving look. "And when was the last time you saw us?"

"Three months- oh," she finished quietly, folding her hands in her lap and looking ashamed. Kurt wanted to tell her that she shouldn't feel bad, that she couldn't possibly have known, but he stayed silent.

"We- Blaine and I- have just been…drifting apart. And after I got drunk at that party two weeks ago and kissed Wes-" he paused, seeing Mercedes try and fail to stifle a laugh, before scowling at her, "-oh, yes, I know it's absurd, he's straight for goodness' sake. Anyways, Blaine said that I obviously had feelings for Wes, saying that 'when a person's drunk, they don't hide what they want', implying that I love Wes and not him."

"That's why you're breaking up? Because you kissed a straight guy?"

"There are other things," Kurt revised. "He's becoming…distant, I guess. Blaine's mom was diagnosed with cancer a few weeks ago, school just started again, and he lost his solo part to Cameron Pitts. He's been stressing out- as have I- and all of these things are causing us to lose ourselves." He took a deep breath, more tears spilling over his cheeks. "And each other."

Mercedes shook her head forlornly. "I'm so sorry, Kurt." She reached out to take his hand. "I'm so sorry."

Kurt took another shaky breath. "And now I'm about to lose the only boy I've ever really loved." He looked out the window, where the only thing that could be seen was pattering rain.

Suddenly, Mercedes pulled her hand away and sat bolt upright. Kurt gave her a quizzical glance, but she didn't show any sign that she'd noticed his stare.

"Mercedes?" he questioned, but she remained silent, gazing blankly at nothing, her eyes wide. "Mercedes? I'm having an emotional crisis, remember?"

At his words she seemed to snap out of her trance, turning her eyes to him. "You said until the middle of October, right?"

Kurt sighed, nodding slightly. "Yes, I did, but-"

"That's about forty days."

"Yes," he agreed after calculating it quickly in his head. "But I don't see what that has to do with-"

"Kurt, I have to go," Mercedes interrupted him, apology evident in her voice. She stood up from his bed, picking up her purse from beside her. "I'm sorry. I have to get back to Lima…I think I know a way to help you." She leaned over and gave him a quick hug before hurrying out of the room he and Blaine shared, leaving him to stare after her in stunned silence.

"Mercedes!" he finally called out. "Where the hell are you going?"

But she was already gone.

…..

Getting ready for bed was never fun for Kurt anymore. He and Blaine had used to stand at the sink and brush their teeth together, and sing lullabies, and laugh.

But now, with his SAT prep, Blaine didn't reach their room until eleven o'clock, arriving irritable and out-of-sorts. He would always sling his bag onto the chair by the door and then flop down on the bed, barely willing himself to change clothes and brush his teeth. By this time, Kurt was usually already lying down, most likely reading or talking to Mercedes on the phone.

But Blaine's pre-sleeping ritual wasn't the only thing that had changed about their bed time.

Kurt had begun sleeping on the floor.

Kurt figured he should have known that it was a stupid idea to take out the other bed and share with Blaine in the first place. What if they broke up? What if they had a fight? Ever since the middle of last year, up until two weeks ago (when things got really bad), they had shared a bed with each other, happily drifting off in each other's arms.

Then, of course, things had gotten bad, and the night after the kissing incident, Kurt had come back even later than Blaine, only to find his boyfriend sprawled over the entire bed.

And so he had slept on the floor that night.

Thus, a new bedtime routine had begun, in which the main task was setting up a makeshift bed on the floor; a large comforter to lie on, two quilts to sleep under, and his special goose-feather pillow. Gone was the laughing, the playful banter, and singing; in its place was a hard, cold floor and nights of wishing that things were the way they used to be. He had often fantasized that things were okay again, that any minute Blaine would ask him why in the world he wasn't in the bed. Kurt had wanted so badly to believe that things were good, but he eventually found out that no amount of pretending would bring back the singing, or the laughter…

…or the love.

The night after Mercedes had visited, Kurt found himself yearning for one more night like that, one more night where they could just lie there and talk about their day, kissing in between breaks of conversation. They used to always sing to each other, also, and usually Kurt would fall asleep to Blaine softly crooning "Teenage Dream". He began crying silently as he wondered if Blaine missed it, too.

Looking at the alarm clock by the bed, Kurt saw that it was almost time for Blaine to arrive, and he hurriedly wiped his eyes.

If he caught you crying, he'd think you were pathetic, Kurt scolded himself, although his heart told him that Blaine wouldn't ever think that; at least, the old Blaine wouldn't. He picked up his phone to check his messages, seeing one from Blaine. Slightly surprised, he opened it.

Be back late. Have to finish report.

No "I love you"s, or "I'll miss you"s. Just two lines that weren't even complete sentences.

Kurt eventually came to recognize that moment as the exact second that his heart broke in half.

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I decided to write this because: A. All the Klaine fics seem to be a little too sugary sweet, and B. I honestly have some hope for Kurt's faith. I was a little miffed that he didn't break the stereotype in that area. Gay people can be Christians. Yes, I realize that it wasn't just his being gay, but when he said that thing about gays not being welcome in church...well, it made me uncomfortable. I am a religious person, and I have a penchant for slash pairings. And it's my dream to be Kurt's best friend.

To anybody that's reading this: if there's a church that isn't accepting you for who you are, they aren't real Christians.

AND ON TO A LESS SERIOUS TOPIC: Did anyone catch the slight AVPM reference?