A/N im excited for this... i love the monkees! (people say we monkey around...)

Blaine slinked into the 'Lima Bean', looking around shiftily for a sign of anyone who could've been at the 'Gap Attack'. He spotted Kurt tapping his foot expectantly on the other side of the room and strode over to him.

"Hey Kurt." He said sullenly.

The younger boy's eyes lit up "Oh, hey!" he replied happily.

That was when Blaine caught sight of the decorations; the same ones he had been complimenting earlier.

"Ew, gross! All these love hearts make me sick." Blaine said in disgust.

"well, you've certainly changed you're tune." Kurt said amusedly with a quirked eyebrow.

"I've never been so embarrassed and that's really saying something because I've performed at theme parks! In banana suits! I just don..." Blaine complained.

"You really brought it on yourself you know," Kurt said, cutting Blaine off "can I tell you something? Just because we've always been completely honest with each other?"

Blaine nodded solemnly in response.

"Well..." Kurt said slowly, taking a deep breath "when you said you wanted to sing to someone on valentines day, i thought that someone was... me. And... and I wanted it to be me." He finished in a voice barely above a whisper.

Blaine opened his mouth as if to say something then closed it wearing a dumbstruck expression.

"And I know that's ridiculous..."

"Not...ridiculous..." Blaine mumbled incoherently.

"But remember last night after the... 'Gap Attack'," they both winced "and you found me in my room crying? Well that wasn't because my dad missed me. It was..."

"Because of me," Blaine finished helpfully "Oh god, Kurt, I'm sorry" he said dejectedly. Kurt smiled weakly at him. "May I ask... why you thought that?" he asked carefully.

Kurt sucked in a breath and thought 'COURAGE' to himself quickly. "Well, we were always singing flirty duets and getting coffee dates and..." his courage was evaporating. Fast. "and i sound like an idiot. Sorry, I'll- I'll , ah leave." He turned to leave with unshed tears in his eyes.

Blaine reached out and grabbed Kurt's wrist "WAIT! Kurt, I'll explain. I... you... me... UGH!" he collected his thoughts then tried again "Well, as you and about thirty other mortified shoppers saw, I'm not very good at romance. I just... I don't want to screw this up."

"Screw what up Blaine?"

"Our... friendship." Blaine said, scrutinizing Kurt's facial expression. He was shocked at what he saw. Hurt. Pain. And tears.

"I get it. You don't want me. No one wants me." Blaine tried to cut in but Kurt wasn't having it. "Why would anyone want me? I'll see you at Warblers practice." He muttered and stalked off.

Only Blaine saw the small break in Kurt's composure. Just a small shake of the shoulders. But that was enough for Blaine to know that he wasn't OK.

He sighed and hung his head guiltily.

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Blaine decided that it was time he talked to Kurt and made sure he was OK. He went and bought a grande no-fat mocha for Kurt as he knew that Kurt had missed his morning coffee and walked over the campus to the dorms, gathering his courage.

But when he got to Kurt's room he heard voices. Not just one or two, either. It sounded more like six or seven or possibly even eight.

He'd met the Mckinnley high glee only a few times but it was enough for him to know they're voices.

"i can go all Lima Heights on his ass." Santana. He knew he should take that threat seriously.

"Santana, that won't be necessary thank you." Kurt. Oh, Kurt.

"But, white boy, he hurt you! I won't take that lying down. I can cut a prep boy." Blaine shivered. Mercedes, definitely.

There were murmurs of agreement around the room.

"Kurtie... are you sure he's a dolphin? I mean, the only way he wouldn't want you is if he's a shark. Those lips taste good!" Wait, what? That's Brittany. Blaine felt an odd feeling on the pit of his stomach. Jealousy? Can't be...

"Oh, I am sure he's a dolphin, Brit-brit. I mean, no one else would be so infatuated with that darn hairgell but i'm pretty sure that's still a little on the dangerous side for dolphins even." What is all this dolphin business?

"what the heck is a dolphin? And why the hell would Blaine and Kurt be them?" Rachel.

"Oh, dolphins are gay sharks." That was Brittany. Blaine decided he had had enough of eavesdropping when he heard this and walked away, throwing the mocha in the bin in the process.

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When Blaine walked into Warblers practice, he saw Kurt sitting alone on a couch and smiled, heading over to sit with him. But when he got near, Kurt met his eyes and shook his head before moving to sit between Nick and Thad.

Blaine stared after him sadly then noticed Wes trying to catch his attention. What happened? The council member mouthed.

Nothing. Just keep out of it. Blaine mouthed back then settled back into his chair.

Wes continued to look confused then shrugged. He picked up Sophie, (his favourite gavel) whispered a quick "Sorry, Soph" and banged her on the table. "ORDER!" he yelled.

The whole room lapsed into silence and he smirked to himself.

"okay, guys!" Wes said cheerfully "Now, Kurt told me that at mckinnley, they devoted weeks of their music repertoire to different genres or artists..."

"Yeah!" Kurt piped up "We did Maddonna one week and I got to do 'Vogue'. Awesome." The whole room cracked up before wilting under Wes's glare as he continued.

"Anyway, I thought it would be a good idea to try it ourselves." A few people around the room nodded, including both Blaine and Kurt. "So I am declaring this week... MONKEE WEEK!"

A/N yep... poor Kurtie