Author's Note: Hello! This is my first ever fanfiction so please be somewhat gentle! :)

Okay, I have read quite a lot of glee fanfictions, mainly Klaine, and after watching the second season for the millionth time, I got the idea for this. I'm not entirely sure if the characters are in canon, so I apologise right now if they are not. And on that note, the Warblers in this fic are most likely going to be fanon!Warblers. Sorry, but we don't really know that much from the series and I preferred to do it this way!

Summary: Valentine's Day is coming up and everything is in place for the Gap Attack- the song is set, the Warblers are tuned up and ready to go and Blaine couldn't be more excited. But when he accidentally takes Kurt's notebook and finds a certain heart-shaped doodle, Blaine's suddenly not sure if Jeremiah is the boy he wants to be serenading after all...

*'thoughts'.

* text messages.

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with the universe of Glee. That privilege belongs to Fox and Ryan Murphy.

Thursday 10th February- 4 days until the Gap Attack.

Blaine practically skipped through the halls of Dalton, a huge grin stretching his face. The fellow classmates and Warblers he passed as he walked by shot him amused looks and a few even shook their heads at him but he paid them no mind. Some small part of his brain had clued into the fact that he looked like an idiot but he couldn't find it in himself to care and as he looked around at the decorations strewn about, his grin only got bigger.

Valentine's Day was coming up.

And Blaine Anderson couldn't be more excited.

Everything was in place: he had gained the approval of the Warbler's council to host an off-campus impromptu performance; he had chosen a song he thought would be perfect to declare his feelings to Jeremiah and the rest of the group had just finished working out their backing harmonies. Now all that was left for Blaine and the Warblers to do was to wait for the day of the Gap Attack. And the wait was practically killing him.

"Hey Kurt!" he called out as soon as he spotted his friend sat at a table in a corner of the library. He sent a quick smile of apology to the irate librarian who had quickly shushed him and walked over.

Kurt seemed to pause for a moment before he lifted his head to look at Blaine, the welcoming smile on his face not quite meeting his grey eyes. Blaine's own beam faltered for a brief second- Kurt had been acted a little off recently and no matter how many times Blaine asked him, the countertenor still claimed that nothing was wrong. Blaine didn't believe him for one second and the fact that Kurt seemed to be hiding something from him both hurt and worried him. Weren't they supposed to be honest with each other? Hadn't Blaine always tried to be there for Kurt when he needed him, and hadn't Kurt always seemed to be there for him? Oh how the shorter boy wanted to question him about it until he broke down and told him everything- but that wouldn't and couldn't happen. Not only would Kurt give him the look that had even Wes backing down quickly, he knew that by pushing Kurt to speak he would risk the trust they already had in one another. No, the best thing he could do was to wait it all out. With that last thought, he quickly tried to shake off his worry, figuring his friend would come to him when he was ready and sat down.

"Hi Blaine," Kurt greeted as he turned back to the work in front of him.

"Busy time, huh?" Blaine said sympathetically as he took in the books strewn across the desk along with the many loose papers and random pens.

"Mr Mason set us more homework than usual to prepare us for the pop quiz he has decided we need to do next Tuesday. You're looking very cheery today." He answered and commented as the other brunette pulled some of his own books and notepads out of his messenger bag.

Blaine's eyes lit up as he replied. "Yeah, I'm just so excited for Monday. Four more days- I can't wait!"

Something flickered in taller boy's eyes too quickly for the soloist to comprehend what it was.

"Of course you are," Kurt muttered bitterly to himself. Blaine tilted his head slightly as he frowned.

"Huh?"

"Nothing," Kurt assured as he plastered a smile in his face. The look was entirely fake, something that was quite uncommon in an interaction between the two boys, but as Blaine opened his mouth to question it- and break his recent vow not to push him-, Kurt cut across him with a question.

"So, is everything all set?"

Blaine's enthusiasm was back in full force. He nodded eagerly as he opened his mouth and began to gush.

"Yes, everything's set. Wes was happy with the rehearsal we did earlier, said he liked the enthusiasm we all gave or something like that. I have to agree with him, I mean it's great to hear you guys get so into the performance! It means a lot to me that you're all trying your best to be there for me, I'm so grateful to you all." The beam was back in place and it was only as he finished that he realised he was leaning far forward in his seat, almost too far forward to be socially polite.

It was also only then that he properly took in the expression on his best friend's face.

The odd expression that had been making a regular appearance recently was back and though Blaine still wasn't sure what the emotion was in his eyes, he looked slightly pained. The countertenor's eyes were not their usual cerulean blue but instead were a drab grey that Blaine had only seen when they first met and Kurt was dealing with the Karofsky situation, or when he was feeling a little homesick and missing his family. The expression had only lasted a few seconds before the strained smile returned. It was almost as if Kurt had let a mask drop for a moment and was slightly too slow in putting it back in place. Is that what he was doing? If he was, why was he wearing a mask now, here with Blaine? Surely he knew he didn't need to wear one in Blaine's company? Or had Blaine himself done something wrong? Now the worry was back in full force. Something was going on with his best friend, something he was not telling him and that was enough to push his own feelings of excitement aside for a moment.

"Kurt, what's wrong?" he asked in a softer tone. His brow furrowed in concern as he leaned in even further towards the porcelain skinned boy.

Kurt frowned back at him in slight annoyance. "Nothing, Blaine. Why do you keep on asking me that?"

"...Because you've been acting a little weird for the past few days, ever since our usual Monday Warbler meeting when we began planning for the Gap Attack."

If he hadn't been focusing entirely on Kurt then he would have completely missed the brief flicker of hesitation and anxiety that crossed his face. And though he was greatly saddened by the confirmation that Kurt was indeed holding something back from him, he perked up slightly at the fact that he seemed to be getting somewhere.

"That's it, isn't it? Something happened at the Warbler meeting, didn't it?"

Kurt sighed. "Blaine, I told you, nothing is wro-"

"Is it the performance?" Blaine cut him off, earning himself a slight glare. "The song? Do you not like the song? Or is it the fact that we have to perform in our uniforms, because I really think it would be pushing Wes if we asked to go casual to the Gap-"

"Blaine!" Kurt burst out across the soloist's rambling. The librarian shushed them from her desk as she eyed them with disproval in her beady eyes. Both boys grimaced but lowered their tones.

"Blaine, I'm fine. Nothing is wrong so stop assuming there is and stop asking me if I am okay!"

"But..." Blaine started again with a frown before a sudden thought occurred to him.

'Oh! Of course! My god, how could I have been so insensitive! No wonder he's been a little down lately. Why didn't I see it before?'

"Oh, Kurt," Blaine whispered delicately as he stretched his arm across the table and grasped one of Kurt's incredibly soft hands in his own and squeezed gently. Kurt twitched back slightly and looked at Blaine strangely.

"What?" he asked in a cautious tone, almost worried about the sudden change in Blaine's approach.

"I'm so sorry, it didn't occur to me to think about how you'd be feeling, especially with what's coming up..."

He watched as Kurt's eyes lit up slightly despite the confused expression still on his face and- confident that he was on the right track- he continued, once again cutting Kurt off as he opened his mouth.

"...But it's okay, Kurt. Plenty of people are single on Valentine's Day, people even celebrate that fact! It's nothing to be ashamed of or disheartened about. And don't worry, you'll find someone. You just need to put yourself out there like I have and wait for that special someone to find you. It'll happen; you have the rest of your life to find them and I'm sure you'll find them soon! So don't be sad, okay?" Blaine used all of charismatic nature to try and reassure his friend as much as he could. Everything he said was true and he just wanted Kurt to feel and know that there was nothing to be embarrassed of in being alone on Valentine's Day- it was not the end of the world. Besides, hadn't Kurt been the one to basically say that Valentine's Day was nothing more than a commercialised holiday that prayed on the hopes of the desperate and hopeless romantics?

There was absolute silence between the two of them as they looked at one another- Kurt gaping like a goldfish and Blaine smiling in what he hoped was a comforting manner.

Then, suddenly, Kurt snatched his hand back from Blaine's as though he had been electrocuted and leapt to his feet. He glared venomously at the shorter boy as he hurriedly grabbed his textbooks and notepads and stuffed them angrily in his bag.

"You are unbelievable!" he hissed furiously at his friend. "Un-freaking-believable! I mean, how dare you! You... you patronising...you..." Kurt seemed so beyond words it frightened Blaine almost as much as the red hue that rose up his normally pale face in pure fury did. The lead's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concern as he winced away from his friend.

"Kurt, w-what did I do?" he cursed himself inwardly for stuttering slightly but he couldn't help himself- he had never seen Kurt so fuming! What had he done or said to provoke this sort of reaction?

Something in what he said caused another reaction in Kurt (though what he had yet again done, he had no idea) as the countertenor finished packing his now-messy bag and merely stood over him, a very blank look on his face.

Again there was silence but this time it was heavy, uncomfortable, enough to have Blaine fidgeting in his seat as Kurt watched him with emotionless eyes that looked slightly wetter than usual. The lead singer felt like he was being judged, being searched for something and his stomach dropped as Kurt's demeanour seemed to slump a bit more. Something told Blaine that he had just failed some unknown test.

"You don't get it, do you?" Kurt finally whispered rhetorically. His voice was as blank as his face though it cracked a little on the last two words. "You honestly don't get it."

What didn't he get? Blaine had no clue as to what Kurt was stating, or how they had gotten to this point actually. He had just been trying to find out why his best friend was so sad and to try and reassure him... he didn't quite know what he had done to make Kurt react like this. He also didn't know how to fix it either.

"Kurt, I-"

"See you later, Blaine." Kurt spoke seemingly out of reflex as he lifted the strap of his bag onto his shoulder and rushed out of the library. Blaine let out a noise of protest and tried to leap to his feet to follow him. However, he somehow managed to get his leg tangled in his own bag and nearly fell as he watched his friend disappear out of the library door.

"Kurt!"

"Mr Anderson! If you cannot be quiet then you will be forced to leave!" The librarian seemed to have had enough and stormed over to him. He ignored her as she began to lecture him on proper library etiquette, just as he ignored the stares of the other students in the room. All he could do was stand there and gawk at the doors, wondering what on earth he had done.

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Blaine sighed heavily as he walked through Dalton towards the dorms in a manner that was decidedly the opposite of the eager way he had been travelling the halls earlier. He raised his free hand to run it through his hair, grimacing as it soon became coated in gel. After wiping his hand on his pants he looked down at his phone that was clenched tightly in his right hand.

No new messages.

Sighing once again he unlocked it and sent another text, this time to two different people.

Hey, have you seen Kurt? – B

He only had to wait a few moments before his phone buzzed in his hand. He had received two texts though neither was from the person he most wanted to hear from at the moment.

Sorry B, haven't seen him since Warbler practice earlier. –D

Thought he would have been with you. Has something happened? – W

Thanks anyway David. Can you tell him I'm looking for him if you see him? –B

I don't even know what went on, Wes. Let me know if you see him. –B

By this point Blaine had reached his dorm and he didn't seem to have the energy to do more than fling his school bag in a corner, flop himself face down on his bed and drop his phone on his nightstand. Letting out a groan of frustration he burrowed his face further into his pillow and took in a deep breath.

Kurt wasn't replying to any of his texts and when Blaine had checked the dorm room his friend shared with David he had found it completely empty. His best friend had walked away from him angrily and now he seemed to have wandered off somewhere. Blaine hated how the worry and guilt churned in his stomach.

But what exactly was he feeling guilty for?

Obviously he was aware that something in his words or actions had greatly upset Kurt, but what that thing was exactly seemed to elude Blaine's knowledge. What did he do?

Was it what he said? Did he actually come off as- what was it Kurt had said? - patronising? He truly hoped that he didn't because that really was not his intention. He had just wanted to comfort his friend.

And that was another thing, wasn't it. Did Kurt really need comforting? Had Blaine gotten the whole situation wrong and made judgements about why Kurt was feeling down? But if Kurt wasn't upset at the possibility of being single on Valentine's Day, then why did he get all tense whenever the topic came up? Why did he seem so sad whenever the Gap Attack or February 14th was brought up?

Blaine's never ending questions were interrupted by a beeping coming from the phone that sat on his nightstand. Jolting up from his slump the soloist practically leapt towards the mobile and almost fell off his bed in the meantime. Ignoring the way his heart hammered in his chest half from anticipation and half from the fright he had just received, Blaine eagerly unlocked his phone and opened up the new text message.

Gone home. See you tomorrow. - K

Blaine stared.

How could 5 seemingly normal words make your stomach drop so far it seemed to migrate to China? The text seemed innocent enough but it wasn't. It wasn't a Kurt Hummel text, the likes of which were normally filled with emoticons, exclamations and anything else other than the two clipped sentences that were currently in front of him.

'Kurt really must be angry at me.'

Briefly shaking off his self pity, Blaine hurriedly text him back.

Oh, okay. Say hi to your family for me and drive safe. I'll see you tomorrow. – B

He didn't receive a reply.

Now Blaine felt more terrible and bewildered than ever. Sure, Kurt had said he was going home this weekend, but today was Thursday and Kurt had lessons tomorrow. Did he want to get away from Blaine so badly that he'd rather be forced to drive 2 hours back to Dalton in the early morning than see him?

Sighing yet again he swallowed against the lump that had formed in his throat and tried his best to ignore the guilt that clawed his insides.

Kurt's gone home. – B

What? It's Thursday! He'll be back for rehearsal tomorrow though, won't he? – W

Seriously? Damn, B, what did you do? – D

Blaine couldn't help the small smile at Wes' concern for the possibility of Kurt missing a Warblers meeting.

Yeah, he said he'd be back tomorrow. – B

David's question wasn't as easy to answer, however.

I don't even really know. I think it might have been something I said... he seemed really angry when he stormed out of the library earlier. – B

Wait- Kurt stormed out of the library? Have you two had an argument or something? Oh, and Wes says he best had be back and that you're an idiot. – D

That made Blaine frown.

Should have known you two were together. And why do you assume that I'm the one who caused something? – B

Well... did you? – D & W

Yes... no... I don't know! We were talking in the library when he just kinda got up and walked off. Next thing I know he's gone back to Lima for the night... – B

Well you must have done something. Listen, we're on our way back from the cafeteria, you want us to stop by so you can tell us all about it? – D & W

Blaine ran a hand over his face. As much as he wanted his friends to help him figure out what had happened, he knew that he needed to sort himself out and distract himself from the migraine he was beginning to get from it all.

Maybe come by later. I think I'm just going to try and get some work done. – B

He put his phone down after that, not even bothering to look at the reply he got off the two boys. He stretched his arms above his head and rolled his neck, grimacing slightly at the cracking of his shoulder joints before he got up and grabbed his school bag. He began pulling out various books and spreading them across the comforter on his bed.

"I swear Mrs Fallows set us something for English..." he muttered to himself as he pulled out his notebook and began thumbing through it to find the page he had written his homework from today on.

It soon became apparent to him, however, that the notebook in his hands was not actually his.

Frowning, he paused at a page to read the neat and precise handwriting that marked the pages. This was Kurt's.

'He must have left it in the library earlier and I picked it up.' He thought to himself as he started to read the words the countertenor had written.

Flicking through the pages with interest he couldn't help but smile at some of the things he saw. In between reminders for school and the beginnings of essays, Kurt seemed to use most of the paper in the book to write down song lyrics here and there and doodle some sort of clothing designs in the corners.

Chuckling to himself at a surprisingly graphic drawing of Wes being hit over the head with his own gavel, Blaine turned another page.

And suddenly it was like there was no air.

'BLAINE + KURT'

Standing out from the page like a bright neon side, written in Kurt's handwriting, were two words that caused a maelstrom in Blaine's head.

'BLAINE + KURT'

His wide eyes traced the outline of the carefully drawn out red heart before flitting back to the words.

'BLAINE + KURT'

It was like everything stopped. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't blink, he couldn't comprehend what his eyes were seeing. His mind whirled and thoughts oozed together into an impossible mess. He was completely incoherent except for one word that a miniscule part of him thought was highly appropriate given the situation.

"... shit..."

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Author's Note: Any thoughts?

Hopefully I have made that somehow believable... I know there wasn't a huge amount of a reaction towards the end there, but that will be coming in the next chapter.

To be perfectly honest, I have only the vaguest idea where this is going. Any suggestions?

Reviews would be lovely- they'll let me know if I should continue or not! ;)

Thanks for reading!