Blaine was scared. Kurt gave him a kiss, and and all knowing smile before setting off on his long drive to Lima. He went to dinner scared. Nibbling on a piece of lettuce, he stared gratingly into the far wall. A whole week. No touching Kurt. He decided to just skip the fact that he could ever win and began soaking in the consequences. He'd go crazy by the first day. No... maybe not the first day... but by the second he'd probably be close to dead, maybe seizuring on the floor or something. The third day wasn't even fathomable. Oh god, he was going to die.

"What's up with Blaine?" David had stopped behind him, carrying a plate of food and a mug.

"I'm not sure. He's been eating the same piece of salad for five minutes now." Thad replied, following David around the room to the table by the window.

"Blaine." David leaned down, bumping his elbow against the curly haired boy's back.

"Whoa!" Blaine jumped, swiveling around to meet the eyes of a very confused David and Thad.

"What's wrong with you?" David asked, clearly perturbed by the solo's retort.

"Sorry. Sorry, I thought you might be Kurt."

"Kurt went home an hour ago, Blaine." Thad added sharply.

"And why would you jump like that if I was Kurt? Did you guys get in a fight or something?" David wandered around to place his food on the table next to Blaine. Thad followed suit.

"You know, guys, I'm not sure if I really want to tell you." Blaine rubbed his eyes and pushed the bowl of salad away.

"Try. It might make you feel better." David said, cutting the chicken on his plate.

"It's just sort of embarrassing." Blaine set his head in his hands, unwilling to look either of them in the eye.

"Problems in bed?" David asked nonchalantly.

"No! Why would that be your first question? No- nothing like that. Well..." Blaine rubbed his face once more before thumping his palms against the table. "Kurt thinks that I think, that he's not... sexy."

The other two chuckled, holding back bigger laughs. "It's not funny! He proposed to me this stupid "challenge" and if I lose I don't get to touch him for a week."

"Tough break." David smirked into his food. Shaking his head. "What brought all this on?"

"You remember when we did Animal... and Kurt... had some..." Blaine shook his head, "really weird faces going on?"

"Yeah. I remember." David took a bite.

"Yeah, what was that?" Thad creased his eyes, staring off at nothing.

"Well anyway, I sort of told him that they were... a little off and I said I'd help him work on it." Blaine plucked a piece of lettuce out of his bowl and ate it. "An' I tried to help him, but I think he might have even regressed a little."

"So it's been building up in his mind that you don't think he's sexy and he's out to prove you wrong?"

"Yes."

"Well what's the challenge?" Thad asked, sitting up a little, and stealing a piece of chicken from David's plate.

"I... have to listen- more like watch- him sing a song to me. And if I... for lack of a better word, "become aroused", I lose." Blaine's face flushed, and he carefully entwined his hands and stared at them.

David and Thad let out a wail of laughter on cue, and David slapped Blaine's shoulder. "Oh, man! There's no way you'll win!"

"I'm so, so glad you have faith in me." Blaine shook his head, the most fake smile he could manage plastered on his face.

"Dude, you and Kurt are inseparable! I've seen you staring at him, with your lovey-dovey eyes, if he's this confident that he's gonna win, he's got something up his sleeve."

"Yeah, I know that! What do I do!" Blaine nearly shouted.

"Well you have to train yourself." Thad said simply.

"How?" Blaine moved forward

Thad leaned in to snatch another piece of food from David's plate.

"Don't you dare touch the asparagus, I swear I will hunt you down." Nearly stabbing the intruding hand with his fork, David glowered at Thad.

"Can I have another piece of chicken?"

"Guys, please! If you're going to help, now would be the time!" Blaine cried desperately.

"Sorry Blaine." Thad stole the chicken anyway. "Like I was saying. You just have to think of something else. Something atrocious. Something completely and utterly not Kurt. And when you have that, just don't let it go. It'll eliminate any chance of being turned on."

"Huh. It's like producing a patronus. You need to hold on to a strong memory for it to exist." Blaine grinned stupidly.

"Sorry?" David asked.

"He's referencing Harry Potter again." Wes stated, wandering from the back table with his cleaned plate.

"Figures." David stood, with his own finished plate, following Wes to the kitchen. He glanced back halfway through his trip to see Thad and Blaine gathering their things. "I hope that goes well for you Blaine. When does it happen?"

"Tomorrow. After class."

"Good luck." Thad smiled, clapping the him on the shoulder.

"Thanks guys."

"What's going on?" Wes returned to the group, hands in his pockets.

"I'll tell you later." David nudged him smirking.

"This better not interfere with practice tomorrow." Wes forwned, concerned by the goofy grins adorning all three boy's faces.

"It won't, Wes. Chill." David laughed, shaking his head.

"I don't "chill," David. I thought you knew that by now." The two Warblers turned around, still bickering like a married couple, and vacated the room.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow morning for history." Thad stated. "Let me know if you've thought of anything to use for tomorrow."

"Yeah, I will." Blaine smiled feeling a little surge of confidence. He had a game plan. He was going to beat Kurt and his own silly game.

I hope you enjoyed chapter 2!

It's a bit of a filler, but it's all working up to the good stuff.

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