Author's Note: This chapter was inspired by the Mariah Carey video for her song entitle what else "Heartbreaker."

Although he was supposed to be studying for a math test, Kurt was in fact waiting for Blaine. He'd managed to successfully avoid talking to him for the past two days. He'd rushed through the halls in the breaks between classes; in the downtime during Warbler practice, he'd managed to glom onto one of the other guys so that whenever Blaine looked his way he was seen talking to someone else. Thankfully things were now on an upswing. Not only had he made up with Mercedes, but he'd come up with a plan that was sure to make Blaine see reason. He'd pretend to support this Rachel nonsense; he'd be the loving friend, the confidant, and he'd use that closeness to thwart any chance of those two getting together.

As he sat in the Dalton library, sunlight trickling through the room's stained glass windows, his eyes darted to the door every time it opened. This seemed to go on forever until at last Blaine walked in. At first he didn't see Kurt but finally their eyes locked. And although he looked like he wanted to come over, he stopped. Knowing that he'd been distant the past couple days, Kurt smiled and waved him over. Relaxing, Blaine made his way across the room.

"Kurt," he said stopping at the table. "May I sit down?"

"Sure," Kurt said giving him a weak smile. "I've been meaning to talk to you. I wanted to apologize."

"Really? After the lecture you gave me and the fact that you've been avoiding me, I thought you'd never speak to me again."

Kurt took a deep breath then began. "I was out of line. I'm supposed to be your friend but I didn't act like it; I was selfish. You're the only other openly gay person I know and I look up to you. But when you needed me, I wasn't there for you and I'm sorry."

He paused waiting for Blaine to say something, anything.

"Thanks Kurt. That means a lot to me. I never meant to disappoint anyone. That kiss with Rachel threw me. I'm gay for god's sake. At least I thought I was."

"If you want to find out what your feelings for Rachel are, you should go out with her. In fact, why don't you take her to the Rialto Saturday night? They're showing Funny Girl and I know Rachel loves, loves, loves Barbra Streisand."

"Funny Girl, huh," Blaine said pondering the idea. "I like it."

"Great," Kurt said as he swallowed the bile rising in his throat.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Mercedes said as she and Kurt hid behind a pillar in the Rialto's lobby. "This is seriously a new low."

"C'mon, this is kinda fun. It's like we're on a stakeout."

She rolled her eyes at him in reply. "So we're going to hide in this theater all night spying on Blaine and Rachel."

"Basically yes. Do you see them yet?" Kurt said as he poked his head out from behind the pillar.

"No," Mercedes said as she tossed popcorn into her mouth. "What do you hope to gain by doing this? What if Blaine and Rachel end up really liking each other, are you going to be able to handle it?"

"Probably not, but whatever happens I have to know."

"Here they come," Mercedes said suddenly.

"Hide! We can't let them see us," Kurt said as he grabbed her arm and pulled her behind a huge cardboard display for Star Wars.

After waiting a few minutes for the coast to clear, they followed Rachel and Blaine into the auditorium. Built in 1929, the Rialto was a throwback to the theaters of yesteryear. Its domed ceiling was painted an inky blue and covered with gold stars, the balcony skyboxes were also painted gold while the carpeting and seats were a rich velvety red. Mercedes pointed to Rachel and Blaine who were seated in the middle of the near empty theater. Quietly Mercedes and Kurt found seats a few rows behind them. Though scrunched down in his seat, Kurt could still see Rachel and Blaine talking. Even from a distance, he could see Blaine being his usual charming self and Rachel smiling brightly at him.

Damn, damn, damn, Kurt thought, this date seems to be going too well. He'd been hoping that once alone and sober Blaine and Rachel would have nothing to say to each other.

Suddenly the houselights went down but instead of watching the movie, Kurt's eyes were trained on the couple a few rows in front of him. At first they sat a normal distance apart then Rachel began moving closer to Blaine. Panicked, Kurt grabbed the tub of popcorn Mercedes was snacking on.

"Hey," she exclaimed loudly.

"Shhhh," Kurt said.

"Sorry. What the hell Kurt?"

Blaine and Rachel looked around at the noise but quickly turned back to the screen. A few minutes later, Rachel leaned in, laying her head on Blaine's shoulder.

Incensed, Kurt grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw it her.

Immediately her head popped up and she looked around as Kurt scooted down further in his seat and told Mercedes to do the same.

"Good Lord," Mercedes said under her breath.

After about a minute or so, Rachel and Blaine settled back into watching the movie. It wasn't long though before Kurt saw Blaine whispering something in Rachel's ear. She turned to him and laughed. Then as if in slow motion, their heads began to move closer and closer together. Kurt's heart stopped as he watched in horror as their lips touched. Without thinking, he grabbed Mercedes' drink, ripped off the top and flung it at Rachel and Blaine.

"What the hell," Blaine said jumping up drenched.

"Fuck," Mercedes said softly but loud enough for Kurt to hear.

"It's okay; I don't think they saw me," he said sliding lower in his seat.

"I don't fucking believe this."

From where he was sitting, Kurt could see that Rachel had stood up too, a dark stain on her white sweater.

"Sit down," a guy on the other side of the theater yelled. "I'm trying to watch Barbra."

Exasperated, Blaine sat down followed by Rachel whose eyes kept darting over the rows of people. Once they'd settled down, Kurt whispered to Mercedes, "Let's go."

Crawling on the floor, they quickly made their way up the aisle to the lighted lobby.

Once in the lobby, Mercedes turned on Kurt. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she said her hands on her hips. "Have you lost your damn mind?"

"I know I shouldn't have done that. It was childish and immature but I couldn't just sit there and watch him kiss her."

"I told you spying on them was a bad idea."

"I know but I couldn't help it. Breadsticks?" Kurt asked as way of an apology.

"C'mon," Mercedes said turning and heading for the door.

"How was your date?" Kurt asked as he and Blaine sat in the Dalton student lounge drinking iced coffees. They had lucked out and were able to score the comfy stuffed chairs in the corner near the fireplace. "When I didn't hear from you this weekend, I didn't know what to think."

"It started out okay I guess. I picked Rachel up at her house. We talked, okay mainly she talked. Anyway, we get to the Rialto and some asshole ends up throwing popcorn and a drink at us during the movie."

"Say what? Are you serious? What would possess someone to do something like that? Did you see who it was?" Kurt asked trying to sound casual though he was sure that Blaine could hear his tell tale heart beating in his chest.

"No."

"Too bad. Seriously, what's up with people? I'm sorry your date was ruined." It had taken all his strength not to pick up the phone to ask how awful Blaine's date had been. Face to face was definitely better. He'd played the scene out in his mind. He'd tell Blaine how sorry he was that the date had been a disaster, then he'd give him some bullshit about how it was probably for the best. Blah, blah, blah. Yada, yada, yada. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. His performance would be Tony worthy, no Oscar worth, hell both. He'd be Lima, Ohio's own Rita Moreno.

"That's the thing," Blaine said looking intently at Kurt. "Because of that asshole, I ended up having one of the best nights of my life."

"What," Kurt said choking on his coffee. "But you just said …," he trailed off.

"To be honest, I wasn't really feeling Rachel on the ride to the theater. But after leaving the Rialto, we went back to her house and had a really nice time. While my clothes were in the washer and dryer, we ended up listening to music and talking the rest of the night. I never would have guessed it, but we have a lot in common."

"Wow," Kurt said stunned. He didn't know what else to say. Because of his stunt at the theater, it seemed that Rachel and Blaine were now closer than ever.

Damn.