A/N: Set during Original Songs after Blackbird. Blaine needs a little encouragement in order to tell Kurt his feelings.
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Blaine sat in the Warblers' meeting room alone. Silence surrounded him and only his thoughts stirred. His head was in his hands and he was trying to make sense of it all, of his feelings, of what to do. Half an hour later, the only progress he'd made was to sit by the window. That was when Wes came in, surprised when he found Blaine still there. Surely he had some homework or rehearsing to do?
"What's troubling you, Blaine?" He curly-haired boy seemed startled when a hand was gently placed on his shoulder. Thoughts interrupted, he sighed.
"I don't know what to do, Wes." Wes sat down next to Blaine.
"About what?"
"About Kurt." Wes registered something different in the way Blaine said his name. There was something more there, like he had gone from almost lazy pronunciation to having to focus his entire consciousness on saying the word properly, like it was pure gold falling from his lips.
"You like him, don't you?" Blaine took a breath, visibly working himself up to confessing before nodding.
"Yes, I like Kurt. Like him in a more-than-friends kind of way." He smiled a little uncomfortably. "Wow, that's the first time I've said it out loud." Wes smiled too, completely comfortably.
"Well what're you waiting for? Tell the boy, put him out of his misery!"
"I can't, that's my problem! I don't know how."
"Blaine Anderson, I have never heard so much nonsense in my life. Are you a Warbler or not? So many songs out there. Sing to him. That's what you're good at." Blaine's pained look didn't seem promising.
"I can't sing to him. I'm not letting myself, not after what happened with the GAP attack. I'm going to keep singing away from first declarations of feelings from now on."
"I see. " Wes contemplated further possibilities.
"Have you thought about just telling him?" Blaine looked as though you'd just asked him to kill a small puppy.
"I'd ruin that totally. I can't do romance at all. Again, I reference you to the GAP attack." Blaine rubbed his temples roughly with his hands. "What am I supposed to do, Wes? I can't say nothing now I know. I'd be staring at him and he'd think I were some crazy serial killer because I can't look away. I'd be wanting to reach out and touch him," in any other situation, Wes would've laughed, but this was not the time, "but I'd be fighting the urge because it's weird to want to just stroke your best friend's hair or face or hands, isn't it?" Blaine's eyes, which had strayed to stare into space while speaking, were firmly back on Wes, searching for some form of an answer. Reassurance or something different, Wes didn't know. He was looking thoroughly distraught. Wes, however, was smiling.
"Blaine, stop thinking about it so much and let the words come out. Just speak from your heart and they'll appear, right and true." Blaine just stared at him, his head speeding forward.
"You're thinking about it, Blaine!" Wes lightly slapped Blaine from his apparent stupor. "Stop thinking about it and just do it! That's your problem, you're always thinking things through far too much." Wes hauled the now slightly terrified Blaine to his feet and smiled.
"I may have just happened to see him in the commons surrounded by a rather impressive array of shiny objects and glue." A huge grin appeared on Blaine's face.
"Thank you, Wes. Really, I mean it."
"You're very welcome." Wes winked and patted his fellow Warbler's arm in encouragement. Now go get him so we can have an end to all that unresolved sexual tension, for god's sake." Blaine blushed and quickly made his way to the door.
"Oh, and Blaine?"
"Yes, Wes?"
"At least try to practise that duet of yours before tomorrow."
"I'll try," Blaine replied, "but I can't promise anything."