Okay guys, hi there this is my first fanfic, so don't be too harsh but constructive criticism is always welcome. Tell me if you would like this story to be continued or not. Thanks. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, Kurt, Blaine or any of the characters in glee. I do not own Chris Colfer or Darren Criss! :'(

They were in Kurt's room after a pleasant enough date. It was a date to colour me mine and it seemed like a far too regular occurrence for Kurt at times. Sam would take Kurt there almost every weekend after Kurt had stupidly said that it was fun after their first ever date together. However even though it really was not Kurt's scene at all he had enjoyed it. Kurt simply enjoyed spending time with Sam. They were both sitting on Kurt's bed in silence. Not a comfortable silence either. Tension polluted the air around them. It was awkward and Sam was avoiding Kurt's questioning glares. Kurt signalled that Sam should sit closer to him by patting down the area of bed beside him. Sam still did not respond. Kurt thought that Sam had merely not seen him so he grasped his hand urging him to move closer. Sam tore his hand from Kurt's immediately and stood from the bed.

"Kurt, this has been great it really has but... I can't do this anymore." Sam shifted uncomfortably as he murmured the words that Kurt unfortunately still managed to hear. Kurt speculated whether he was merely experiencing a nightmare. That he would soon wake to have Sam's loving arms encompassing him. Sam loved him, Kurt was certain of this. This could not be happening. Unfortunately however, as Kurt found out as he looked up at an oddly distressed Sam Evans, this scene was all too real. Kurt felt the sting of tears threatening to fall. Kurt was paralyzed to the spot where he was sitting, wordlessly letting his tears dampen his cheeks. Finally Kurt managed to usher a word.

"Why?"

It was a simple enough question yet it had remained unanswered on numerous occasions in Kurt's life. Why was his dear mother taken away from him? Why was he destined to have hopeless crushes on guys that would never return his feelings? Why was he discriminated against purely on who he loved? Why, when Kurt was finally happy, would Sam take that from him? Why would Sam want to break Kurt like he was?

"Why Sam, Why?" Kurt snapped. The unanswered questions fuelled Kurt's rage. He rose to his feet and moved closer to Sam This was not fair. What had Kurt done to deserve this? Sam's eyes grew wider. He had never seen this side of Kurt. Kurt liked to think of himself as fierce but Sam knew different. He was unbelievably soft. He cared deeply about the people in his life and would give anything for the happiness of friends, of his new stepmom Carol, of his dad, of Finn, of Sam. Sam was almost rendered speechless by Kurt's sharp tone, but he had to explain himself. He needed to do this. For Kurt.

"I'm sorry Kurt I truly am, I just can't do this anymore. I'm moving with my dad this summer as we can't afford to live here anymore and he has found himself a better job. We both knew it was only a matter of time. We both know that a long distance relationship just wouldn't work with us." Kurt couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was all so sudden and Sam was acting so out of character. The usual happy, chirpy and a little bit goofy Sam looked upset. He was being defeatist and Kurt could not have that quality in a boyfriend.

"Sam, stop it! We can get through this. You don't even have to leave. You have friends here; we could help you and your family out financially." Kurt was grasping at straws he knew that but he was willing to do anything at that moment to keep Sam.

"I'm not taking your pity money. We're moving and we will still see each other but as friends it would be too hard to think of us as anything more." Sam wrapped his arms around Kurt's now quivering body, trying to comfort not only Kurt but himself. He was doing the right thing he was sure of it. Through muffled tears Kurt spoke up, he was not about to back down.

"W-we... we can still do this. We can m-make this work." Kurt sobbed into Sam's now damp sweatshirt. Sam was fighting back tears. He had to be the strong one. He knew that if he stayed any longer Kurt would manage to convince him that they could be in a long-distance relationship and he would wake up in the morning snuggling into Kurt's slender, graceful frame. No. He had to stay strong. He had to leave. He could not do this. Not to himself. Not to Kurt. He needed to end it.

Sam slowly backed away from Kurt and picked up his coat from the chair he had flung it onto. "I'm sorry Kurt, but I need to go. This is not going to work. And honestly Kurt we're still in high school, did you honestly think that this would last forever? We can still be friends." With this Kurt scrunched up his nose, his brows knotted together and his mouth was slightly open showing Sam his teeth clenched tightly together. Sam knew this look, Kurt was angry again. He flung the nearest item available, which happened to be one of his messenger bags, at Sam. Sam quickly retreated, stopping at the door to say "I'm sorry Kurt, I really do love you." Before swift fully heading out of Kurt's room and out of his house, to possibly never return again. Kurt crashed against the hard floor beneath him, losing all control of his legs. He could not make it to his bed. He could not move. He lay there for quite some time, simply wrapping his arm around his body, wishing they were Sam's arms not his own. He let the waterfall of tears flow from his eyes. He had thought they would last forever. This was not just a high school fling for Kurt. He lay there until Burt found him the following day and tried to console his son.

"It will all get better." His father kept repeating. "It will all get better."

**1 Month Later**

Kurt's whole life had changed from that moment on, and so far it had not gotten better. He did not have Sam in his life after that. Sure, Sam still met up with the New Directions from time to time but Kurt refused to meet with them. Always making excuses, pretending he was busy, he did not want to see Sam. It would be too painful. Mercedes and Rachel tried to make him go with them; they thought it would be good for him. Rachel, Mercedes and Finn were the only ones to see Kurt in the past month. He did not want to see the others and be forced to talk about the breakup. He just wanted to forget, but Kurt thought that he would never get over Sam. He would always love him and he would be alone and pining for him the rest of his life. He wished he had never met Sam. He wished he could change the past. He wished that he had not proposed to sing that duet in glee club. He wished that Sam had not admitted to him that he was gay. He wished that Sam had not kissed him during a rehearsal. He wished he had not fallen for his surfer looks, his beiber cut, and his beautiful trouty mouth, oh and those abs Kurt could kill those abs, it was their entire fault. Kurt wished that he had not fallen for the blonde jock.

More than anything Kurt simply missed being with Sam. He had never been loved by another gay boy before and it felt great. Sure he was loved by the members of New Directions, his dad and Carole and he loved them back, it just was not the same. Kurt and Sam were in love with each other. Before Sam, Kurt had felt alone. He thought that he would never find love. Then he finally did, he was finally happy, and Sam decided to rip that happiness from underneath him. Now he felt alone more than ever.

Kurt's new found loneliness was proving to have a dastardly effect on his life. He was losing so much weight that his cheeks had now sunk. Under his eyes were dark semi-circles from lack of sleep, becoming darker and darker ever day and he made no effort to hide them. He started caring less and less about what he wore. He was in a funk. He had worn the same outfit three times in only one week. He did not care in the slightest, he had no one to impress. No one would ever be more beautiful, kind or as funny as Sam so why bother? Even his daily moisturizing routine now seemed pointless. He would die alone, who would care about how clear his skin was then?

Kurt did not like the way this breakup was headed at all. He was being weak, he had always been the weak one, and Sam was the strong one. He wanted to prove that he could be strong too, show that they could be strong together and stay strong throughout a long distance relationship. One night he thought that he should not wallow in his own self pity but create a strong Kurt that Sam would want. He would then have to take him back. Seeing Kurt move on with his life and not need him would drive Sam mad and he would do anything to be together again. Kurt thought it would work. It had to work. He had no other options apart from sitting around doing nothing with his life, never gaining any man. He decided he needed to be kept busy, to pretend that Sam leaving him was not affecting his life in the slightest. Therefore in his spare time he would visit Rachel and Mercedes, they always seemed to cheer him up even on the darkest of days, and he would work. Kurt would work for his dad during the week and he found himself a job at a Gap store in Westerville, for the weekends, sure it was quite a long drive to and from the shop and he did not particularly like the clothes on sale there, far too bland. However it was a distraction and he could use the money, he had a very long wish list when it came to clothing items and they were not cheap. They were fabulous. Then when Sam once again came to visit the New Directions he would join them, in a fabulous outfit, and brag about how busy he has been. How he has managed to keep his life under control without him. Perfect.

Blaine woke up to two hands trying to squirm under his body. He wondered what on earth was happening. Was someone trying to kidnap him?

"David! Be gentle, he is starting to awaken!" Wes ordered David in a hushed voice.

"Well maybe if you were helping me, instead of standing, ordering me around, I would be more successful!" David complained glaring at Wes.

"Well, you do need to be informed on what to do with yourself David otherwise we would not get anything down now would we?" Wes said seriously though with a slight smirk. "And anyway my job is to make sure that Blaine stays asleep until we get him into the car so he has no chance to refuse going with us remember?" Wes stated before turning his head to face a now very much awake Blaine Anderson, rubbing his eyes fervently still unsure if this was real or if it was a very vivid dream. "Oh, morning Blaine, how are you on this fine day?" Wes' chipper tone was met by a loud groan from David.

"Great Wesley, your one job was to keep him asleep and you did not even manage to do that! Well done!" David said sarcasm laced in his tone and he clapped his hands mockingly.

"Well it was you..." Wes did not manage to finish his quip however as Blaine had had enough of their squabbling and he wanted to know what exactly was going on.

"As much as I love being woken up at..." Blaine pauses to glance at the alarm clock on his bed side table, his eyes widen. "Half six in the morning? On a Saturday! Why are you guys waking me up this early? You know I'm not a morning person. And David why is your hand now on my tushie?" Blaine asked in all seriousness. He had always been quite confused about both David's and Wes' sexuality. They both had girlfriends and they swore that they were a hundred percent straight but he could have sworn that David and Wes were more than just friends. Maybe the hand on his booty was simply conformation of the fact that David was in fact gay. To this comment Wes erupted with laughter. The mixture of confusion on Blaine's face and the fact that David was now shifting uncomfortably, moving his hand in a flash to rub the back of his neck awkwardly was too much and Wes found it all too hilarious. After he recovered from his small fit of laughter he turned to see Blaine had a questioning look on his face.

"Well Blaine Anderson, firstly we are waking you up to take you on what will be a very pleasant trip to the mall on this glorious day. Secondly I could say that David was merely trying to lift you so that we could take you to the gap with us but if I'm perfectly honest I have caught David staring at your "tushie" once or twice." A blatant smirk was on Wes' face as David suddenly found the carpet beneath his feet very interesting indeed. Blaine just shrugged it off still not entirely sure why he was woken from his slumber at such a time on a Saturday morning.

"Right, okay. How about you tell me why we are heading off to the gap at this time in the morning? You two don't even like shopping, you find it mundane. And why did you decide to try and force me into going instead of simply asking me like normal friends would?" Blaine lifts a questioning brow.

"Well to answer your first question, Wes and I decided that as you have been moping around rather a lot recently that we should try and find you a man and we just happened to stumble on a boy who works in the gap, we think he looks perfect for you. His shift starts soon so we decided that we could show you the boy in question and you will make him yours and live happily ever after. Answer to second question, we knew you would be suspicious so we decided that kidnapping would be the safer option. Also, kidnapping is one of our favourite past times." David had forgotten about his moment of embarrassment and now a bright smile was plastered on his face. Blaine wondered about the sanity of his two best friends, truly he did. They were mad. He desperately tried to think of an excuse to not go to what Blaine thought would probably be a disastrous day, filled with the three of them stalking a poor boy who probably was not even Blaine's type.

"Erm... Actually guys, I can't really do today, I have to practice my singing if I want to keep the chance of solos this year. I haven't done any singing so far this holiday and I fear I'm getting rusty." Even Blaine knew that this was a terrible excuse but he honestly could not think of any other reason why he could not go. He had no plans for the whole of the summer holidays but this did not mean that he was willing to spend it stalking people with the help of Wes and David.

Wes and David chuckled softly and managed to state in unison, (how did they do that?) "Now we all know that's a terrible excuse. You can't stop singing. If we had a nickel every time we've heard you singing Teenage Dream we would be billionaires by now. Seriously, and you're the warblers best singer you don't have to worry about not getting a solo. Now get changed into something nice. We have a young shop worker to impress." They winked at Blaine to which he let out a groan.

Blaine finally gave in to Wes and David; I mean what was the worst that could happen. He made sure he had enough gel in his hair so that his unruly curls were cemented in place. He pulled on one of his favourite sweaters, it was a maroon colour, which Blaine even knew was not that great a colour, but it was comfy, and it suited him. Well Blaine thought it did. He was not that used to finding something nice to wear. He liked the fact that he normally was simply told what to wear. He loved the Dalton uniform too. He loved the blazer. Therefore when it came to finding something nice to wear he usually just slipped on a jumper and wore jeans. Tight jeans of course but they were still jeans. I guess he broke the fashionable gay stereotype at times but as he looked in the mirror with his jumper and his tight jeans, the bottom of the jeans turned up, he thought he looked decent. Why was he so worked up about it all anyway? It was simply a trip to go shopping. Wes and David would point out the boy, Blaine would tell them he was not interested and they could simply carry on shopping. That was that.

On the car journey down to the gap, Blaine could feel his palms gradually becoming clammy. He was becoming nervous. Why was he nervous? He had not even met the boy and he was already getting nervous. This was not a good sign. He tried to convince himself that it was it was simply a trip to the mall and he had nothing to be worried about but the whole time he could not help but think about this boy he was about to see. David and Wes had corrupted his mind that was the problem! He started to think that this was a good idea! I mean David and Wes might be right what if this boy was perfect for him. What's the worst that could happen? He may even get a boyfriend out of this. That would be nice. Although Blaine would never admit it to Wes or David, he had been pretty lonely recently, sure he had his friends but he wanted more. He wanted love. Blaine was hoping that the boy would be his type, that they would fall for each other and they would live happily ever after. However his brain suddenly registered a small problem.

"Wes, David, are you even sure this boy is gay?" Blaine asked secretly wishing that he was. What? He was lonely.

Wes scoffed and David let out a soft chuckle and once again spoke in unison. "We're pretty sure he plays for your team. We could be mistaken but we thought he was wearing heels the last time we saw him working at the gap." Blaine smiled at this, maybe this would be fun after all.

As they reached the gap, Blaine had finally regained his confidence. This was all just a bit of fun after all. He held his head up high as he strolled into the gap, checking his appearance as he walked past a mirror in the store. He was presentable. He now had to find this mysterious boy his friends had made him excited about meeting.

"There over there, you see him, he's cute right?" Wes pointed the boy out and Blaine thought that his eyes must be deceiving him. Cute was the understatement of the century. The boy was beautiful. Perfection. His chestnut hair was coiffed; there was not a single hair out of place. Blaine suddenly realised his own curly hair, even with the tub of gel he had put in it, it was majorly flawed in comparison to this boys. He had immaculate, pale skin. He was too far away to note the exact colour of his eyes, but from where Blaine was standing they looked blue. Blaine desperately wanted to look into those eyes and see exactly what colour they were, note the different shades that they contained. His lips were full and Blaine could not help but want to kiss them. He was wearing a tight black shirt and tight black jeans. His whole attire was so very tight. He had a terrific figure and Blaine could not help but stare in awe. He was the most beautiful creature that Blaine had ever seen. He reminded Blaine of a mystical creature, maybe a fairy, his ears were slightly pointed, so perhaps a beautiful elfin creature. He was too flawless to be human. He was so consumed with the boy's attractive appearance that he did not even notice that he was standing in the middle of a gap store, staring, mouth agape and eyes wide at a store worker. It was Wes that broke the silence.

"Stop staring! You don't want to scare him!" Wes' comment did not seem to affect Blaine in the slightest however as he stayed planted to the spot not letting his eyes leave the boy.

"Alright then lover boy, let's just say that we are the best matchmakers ever and we'll take your silence as a thank you for being amazing friends. Now, however, it's time for a plan. How are you going to make him yours?"

"Yeah, yeah sounds great guys." Blaine was barely listening as he pulled a jumper of the nearest shelf and started walking up to the counter in which the beautiful boy was working at. He needed to see those eyes up close.

What do you think? Should I continue, I know where I will take the story if people want me to go on with it but I need to know if it is worth continuing first so tell me okay? :)

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