Kurt sighed as he brushed back some of the ragged brown hair from in front of his face, chin resting on his hands as he sat at his desk in the back of the classroom, half listening to the teacher go on about some algebra he should probably already know. His mind wandered to other places, eyes staring blankly at nothing in particular in the opposite corner of the room. He groaned at the thought of what he'd reluctantly decided to do today. He supposed he'd known for a while now, and had finally accepted it, but telling other people would be another story. Today he was going to tell someone for the first time, his best friend Blaine. Kurt chewed on the end of his fingernail, trying to calm himself, convinced Blaine would hate him and not want to be friends.

"Kurt?" a voice called.

"Uh...yea?" he responded nervously, mentally cursing himself for zoning out.

"Your um, finger...it's bleeding.." The teacher stated gently. Kurt looked down to see that in fact, the end of his finger nail was bleeding the smallest bit, from where he had chewed it. "You should g-go to the nurse..." The teacher said, covering her eyes."

"But it's just a little bl-" Kurt tried to say but was cut off.

"JUST GO!" The teacher cried and held onto her desk for support. Kurt rolled his eyes and walked out of the classroom and toward the nurse, muttering under his breath about the teacher's squeamishness.

Once at the nurse's office, Kurt sat on the chair inside and waited for the nurse to come back from where ever she was. He looked out the window to see Blaine sitting on a picnic table across the courtyard. Next to him was his and Kurt's other best friend Quinn, who recently had become Blaine's girlfriend. Kurt could see Quinn laughing at something, her extremely short blonde hair bouncing slightly as she responded to whatever Blaine had said.

"He's gonna hate me..." Kurt whispered to himself.

Blaine chuckled to himself as he sat with Quinn in the courtyard. He looked up at her adoringly, with her bouncy blonde hair and over sized pink and black striped shirt with big black hoop earrings. He thought back to a week ago, sitting in the park with her when she'd admitted she liked him and asked if they could date. Blaine had agreed, he did love Quinn and hey, she was hot, but something nagged him about his decision. He didn't know exactly what, but he thought it may have had something to do with that first look on Kurt's face when they told him. Since then Kurt had been happy for them, or at least acted like it. So what was that? Blaine sighed and dismissed the though as Quinn stood up and kissed him lightly, he liked that, but something just felt off. Quinn was his best friend, so dating her shouldn't feel this weird, but it did, it just felt...off.

He looked up and smiled to see his best friend Kurt walking across the courtyard with an annoyed expression and a giant wad of gauze wrapped around one of his fingers.

"Don't ask." He said, and collapsed onto the table with them, arks crossed over his face.

"Well someone's certainly cheery today." Blaine joked. Kurt chuckled along with them from under his forearms.

"Uh...w-wanna go to the cliff after school?" Kurt asked tentatively, referring to a crappy old park on a hill overlooking the rest of the crappy town, that they usually went to.

"Sure." Blaine answered and looked at Quinn. "Wanna go to the cliff?" From behind Blaine, Kurt passed Quinn a look he knew only she would understand, from having knowing him so long. She gave a half smile and responded,

"Can't I promised my dad I'd go to the shooting range with him later. Guess I'll have to catch you later." Kurt gave her a look of gratitude as she winked.

After school, Kurt sat with his knees curled up to his chest, waiting to say the words that festered in his throat, which would most likely lose him his best friend. He sighed as he saw Blaine approach.

"Hey Kurt." Blaine said with his crooked smile. Kurt stood and walked over to him. They went and sat on the old swings that barely even moved anymore, talking about everything and nothing in particular. Kurt decided that this would be what he missed most. "So what have you been waiting to say?" Blaine asked with a smile.

"W-wha-"? Kurt stuttered.

"Please Kurt, I've known you long enough to know when you've got something on your mind, so what is it?" Kurt sighed and gave a half hearted smile.

"I uhh, well its's, ...I think." Kurt hung his head.

"Spit it out!" Blaine laughed.

"I think I'm not like, completely, well...y'know, like, …straight?" Kurt whimpered. It took Blaine a minute to process what he'd just said. He opened his mouth to speak, but realized he'd taken a second too long, Kurt had stood up, and was sprinting away on his tiny legs, saying something Blaine couldn't quite make out. He stared blankly after him for a moment before standing shakily and shouting "Kurt...w-wait!"