Chapter 1

Kurt leaned his head on his hand, elbow resting on the side of the couch, just staring. At Blaine. Kurt swore there was nobody in the world with eyes as gorgeous as Blaine's. And his hair. If only he'd let his hair free of the gallons of gel he must put in there. One day Kurt was going to hide all his hair gel just to prove that Blaine's hair is fabulous. Kurt took a deep breath and exhaled happily, a small smile playing on his lips.

Blaine knew Kurt was watching him. The boy was anything but discreet. He tried to focus on his algebra, but math was already hard enough without Kurt staring a hole into his face. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, than opened them, turning his head to face Kurt.

As Blaine's head slowly turned to the side, Kurt quickly shifted his gaze so he was now lamely admiring the tree outside the window in his room. A blush started crawling up his pale neck, so he was glad when Blaine turned back to his work.

Blaine smirked slightly at the other boy's pathetic attempt to hide his obvious affection. His smile soon faded though, when he remembered what this meant.

Kurt soon remembered that he still had homework due for three other classes, and that was going to be nearly impossible to finish with an insanely handsome man sitting across from him. He sighed and stood up, closing his book and placing it on the couch where he was just sitting.

"It's getting late," Kurt said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "You should probably get back to your room so Wes doesn't lock you out again."

Blaine snapped his books shut and shoved them into his bag before heading to the door.

"Well thanks for inviting me over. I always seem to get so much more done when Wes isn't around to throw random small objects at me for fun," Blaine said with a small smile. It was a lie. Being in the same room as Kurt was the biggest distraction there was. He produced too many things to think about. Some good, some not so good.

"No problem. See you tomorrow then?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah... Bye Kurt."

"Bye."

Kurt silently closed the door behind Blaine then walked over to his bed, letting out a loud huff as he flopped backwards, hands coming up to rub at his temples. Why are they always so awkward when they're together? They used to be able to talk about whatever they wanted and be completely comfortable. Now even small talk seemed nearly impossible. And it was killing him. Kurt was head over heels for this boy, and there was nothing he could do about it because Blaine didn't like him back... Did he?

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Blaine opened the door to his room, silently praying that Wes was out somewhere with David or Jeff. But no such luck. In fact, it was even worse. Not only was Wes in the room, but David, Jeff, Nick, and Trent were all in there as well.

"Hey guys," Blaine managed before dropping his bag and falling onto him bed.

"So," Wes smiled, "How was your date with Kurt?"

Blaine's head snapped up as he glared at Wes. "It wasn't a date."

"Sure, sure," David replied, "So how was it anyway?"

Blaine's head fell back onto his pillow before answering, "It was good."

"That's all we get?" Jeff demanded, "Three syllables?"

"Yup."

"...Did you kiss him?" Trent just had to ask.

Blaine groaned. "No guys! I don't like him like that okay? It is actually possible for two gay guys to be friends you know?"

It was silent for only a moment before Wes replied, "Yeah we know... It's just that Kurt is completely crazy about you."

Blaine sighed and closed his eyes. "I know."

None of the boys really knew what to say after that, so eventually Nick just got up and walked over to the door. "Come on Jeff. It's almost curfew."

All the boys slowly exited the room, quietly muttering their "goodbyes" and "see you tomorrow's" to Blaine and Wes. Right before David left, he said, "Hey Blaine," to grab Blaine's attention. "Feel better man."

"Thanks," Blaine replied with a half smile. He really did have awesome friends.

Wes closed the door before sitting on the corner of Blaine's bed. "Do you... wanna talk about it?" Wes asked awkwardly. "I mean I'm not really an expert, because I like girls and all, but, you know, it can't be that different..."

Blaine smiled as Wes looked down at his lap, rubbing his hands nervously on his pants. "Um, no it's alright. I think I just need some time to think."

"Oh. Okay good dude." Wes exhaled a sigh of relief. "Because I totally suck at talking about feelings and stuff."

Wes went to sit on his own bed that was right beside Blaine's, pressed against the wall.

Blaine just thought. Kurt. He didn't like him. At all. Well, of course he liked him. He just didn't like like him. Now I sound like a freaking teenage girl. He was Kurt's mentor. More than that. He was Kurt's guardian. He helped him in his times of need. He was a friend. He didn't deny that Kurt was good looking though. He had perfect skin, perfect hair, and the most beautiful sky blue eyes he'd ever seen...

He was snapped out of his reverie by Wes looking over at him and stating, "Dude. You're drooling." Blaine sat bolt upright and snapped his mouth shut while Wes started laughing hysterically. "You should have seen your face! I wish I'd gotten a picture of that!"

Blaine rolled his eyes and stood up, walking over to the small table in the middle of their room. As he looked for something to throw at Wes to get him to shut up, he found a small toy crocodile, a plastic water bottle filled with yarn, and a small mountain of blue foam peanuts. "Wes. What the hell were you guys doing?"

Wes stopped laughing and looked over to where Blaine stood, completely confused at the sight in front of him. "Oh! Right we were trying to make a time machine," Wes answered as though it should be obvious.

"Um... Why?" Blaine almost didn't want to know.

Wes shrugged. "You weren't around to bug so we had to do something."

"...Okay whatever. Just clean it up. I'm going to sleep."

"But it's only 8:00."

Blaine didn't pay him any attention as he walked into the en-suite bathroom and started to brush his teeth. He wasn't going to get a lot of sleep tonight. There was so much to think about, so much to plan...

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As David entered the room, Kurt jumped off his bed and ran over to the couch. He quickly picked up the first textbook he saw and pretended to read, hoping that David wouldn't ask how it went with Blaine.

"So how'd it go with Blaine?"

Damn it.

Kurt put his finger down on some random spot on the page, and looked up at David with an exasperated expression. "Fine."

"Wow. One syllable? We got three out of Blaine."

Kurt went back to reading about The French Revolution. Or was it the English Civil War?

David continued. "You really like him don't you?"

Kurt let out an annoyed sigh. "No. Why would you say that?"

"Well because you're always gazing at him, and you always invite him to do things with you... Oh! And you draw him!" David finished with a sly smirk.

Kurt seemed flustered and managed to squeak out, "What are you talking about? I don't draw him!"

David just smiled bigger and took a few stray papers out of his bag, waving them in front of Kurt's face. "You do actually. You know, there aren't very many good hiding places in a room this small."

"I wasn't attempting to hide those actually," Kurt hissed as he grabbed the pictures back from David. "They were in my sketchbook, in my bag! You can't just go through someone's personal belongings and take whatever you like! That's illegal!"

"I thought they were quite good actually," David admitted, completely ignoring what Kurt had just said. "But his hair is curly. Like, really curly."

Kurt perked up at this, a small smile gracing his face. "It is?"

"Yeah, it looks sort of like a bush..." Kurt tuned out as David started a very descriptive rant about Blaine's hair. Blaine really was fabulous. Everything about him was just right. Kurt would bet money that this boy was part angel or something...

"Dude. Dude. KURT. Snap out of it. The wall isn't that interesting." David started laughing as Kurt blinked and attempted to regain his perfect posture. He didn't remember leaning onto the arm of the couch...

"Sorry. I just, um, I was thinking. About my homework." Kurt stumbled over his words.

"Dude. That is the most pathetic excuse I have ever heard."

"I don't like Blaine! He just has good facial features, which makes him more fun to draw," Kurt argued.

David chuckled. "Okay. Forget what I just said. That, was the most pathetic excuse I've ever heard."

Kurt snapped his book shut in annoyance and gracefully made his way to the bathroom yelling one final "I don't like Blaine!" before slamming the door.

David cocked an eyebrow and sat down on the small leather couch, propping his feet up on the table and leaning his head against the back. Not five seconds later, David heard a small squeak come from the hinges on the bathroom door.

"Okay, maybe I like him a little," Kurt said sheepishly. "Or a lot..."

Without looking up, David smirked and replied, "Yeah. I know. Everybody knows, actually."

Kurt's mouth fell open. "What? How? Am I that obvious?"

David just chuckled and sat up, placing his feet firmly back on the ground. "Even Blaine knows."

Kurt turned his head and banged it against the doorframe. Blaine knew. Then not only had Kurt been embarrassing himself every time he'd been with Blaine, but it meant Blaine didn't feel the same. Kurt inhaled shakily at the realization. His eyes watering slightly and he felt stupid, but who could blame him? He'd just learned that the man he was endlessly yearning for felt absolutely nothing for him. He was doomed to friendship forever. Unless... Kurt suddenly stood straight up, an idea forming in his head.

"Hey David, can I use your phone for a minute? I think I forgot mine at home last weekend and I promised I would call Mercedes."

David fished around in his bag for several seconds before coming up holding his Blackberry. He gently tossed it over to Kurt, and warned, "It's gonna die soon so I'm not sure how long it will last," before putting his ear buds in and cranking up his music.

"That's okay, thanks," Kurt said with a little wave of his hand, doubting that David heard him. He closed the bathroom door, and thought about how lucky he was that his roommate actually gave him some privacy. Unlike David, Wes would be pressing his ear to the bathroom door, trying to get all the gossip he could out of Kurt's conversation. The thing is... there wouldn't be anything to hear.

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Wes eyed Blaine suspiciously. He seemed to be sleeping, but it seemed nearly impossible to fall asleep in fifteen seconds. Wes was bored, surfing the Internet on his laptop. It was completely silent in his room so naturally he jumped when he heard a shrill ring come from his phone, indicating a text message. He lunged for the other side of his bed, grabbing his phone before it had the chance to wake Blaine up. Or, 'wake' Blaine up he supposed. It was a text from David. He smiled and opened it up, hoping for some news about Kurt. He wasn't surprised though when the message said, Has Blaine said anything about today? He typed back a quick response of, Nah he just went to sleep. How 'bout Kurt?

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Kurt sighed. Wes was probably Blaine's closest friend. If he had feelings for Kurt, Wes would know. Kurt decided to lie and just said, No he just denied his apparently obvious affection again and went to sleep.

Not a minute later, Wes replied with, Guess our boys are just too damn stubborn to admit what everyone already knows. Kurt was slightly intrigued by this. And that is...? He sat down on the edge of the toilet lid, tapping his foot impatiently. Finally the phone vibrated, signalling the much anticipated text. Um, that they are both completely head over heels for each other... where have you been dude? Kurt's heart sped up. Blaine really did like him! He couldn't suppress a smile and a little squeak, but he had to be sure so he asked, Did Blaine actually tell you? He sat, waiting silently for the answer.

Kurt was getting anxious. It had already been a few minutes, and no reply. After a few more minutes, Kurt gave an exasperated sigh and pressed a random button on the keyboard to make sure he hadn't somehow missed the vibration. Nothing happened. Great, Kurt thought, the damn phone dies at possibly the most important time of my life. Kurt sighed again, louder this time, and with an added bit of fury. He opened the door and threw the phone at David with a scowl on his face.

David pulled out his ear buds and adopted a surprised look on his face. "Woah man. What's up?"

Kurt spun on his heel so he was facing David. "Your phone died," he said in a surprisingly calm tone before spinning around again and walking towards the wall. He stopped about a half-foot in front of it, and abruptly smacked his forehead into it.

David opened his mouth to speak, but found absolutely nothing to say so he closed it again and turned his iPod back on.

After Kurt's head was nice and sore, he collapsed onto his bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

For the first time in weeks, he didn't dream about Blaine.