In this, chapter we continue to want Andrew to die. There will be two more chapters after this one. Again, everyone, thank you for the many reviews and story/author alerts. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, as do Kurt and Blaine, so here is the next chapter. I don't own Glee yadda yadda yadda.

"You Belong With Me"

Chapter 3

Blaine didn't see much of Kurt outside of Warblers rehearsal for the next week. Kurt began sitting with Andrew at lunch, while Blaine watched with Wes, David, and the other Warblers. While the Warblers often sat together, for team unity and all that, Andrew liked sitting with his track buddies, and Kurt followed. Sometimes, they would hold hands under the table, and Wes or David would pat Blaine on the back to calm him.

Early Saturday afternoon, Blaine was in bed staring at the ceiling and listening to Katy Perry, in hopes his goddess would cheer him up. He was still in the ratty t-shirt and sweats he slept in. From the desk, he heard the buzz of his phone, and he forced himself to look at it and reply.

From Kurt: What are you up to?

To Kurt: Not much really.

From Kurt: Do you want to hang out? Maybe coffee and take a walk? I feel bad that I've been ignoring you recently.

To Kurt: I'll meet you in the courtyard in a minute.

Blaine had never thrown on decent clothing so quickly.

He sprinted out to the Dalton courtyard, silently wondering if he looked good enough in the slacks, t-shirt, and vest he wore under his coat, or if should have dressed in something a little more fashionable. It was Kurt, after all. As he arrived, Kurt smiled at him. Blaine's eyes grew wide when he saw Kurt in a large sweater and faded, worn skinny jeans. He chuckled. He didn't think Kurt would ever wear something that wasn't incredibly chic or at least something that didn't fit him perfectly.

He, also, never thought Kurt would look that good.

The grey of the sweater complimented his eyes, and the way the sleeves fell past his hands was adorable. The jeans, while worn, hugged his legs perfectly. His hair wasn't gelled back as it usually was, and while Kurt was beautiful on a day-to-day basis, something about the informality and comfort Kurt showed was lovely in a brand new way.

"You look…different." Blaine said breathlessly, with the hope that Kurt would think it was from his run. Somehow, he felt calling another guy's boyfriend "beautiful" would have made for awkward conversations.

Kurt blushed, "I-yeah-I didn't feel like dressing up. I know, weird for me, but it just felt like a really lazy day, and I just wanted to be comfortable, and I know the jeans are really old, but…"

"You look nice, Kurt. It's a different look for you, but you look…cute." Blaine wanted so much to wrap the boy in a hug and hold him until the end of the world.

Kurt grinned again and linked his arm with Blaine's. They started off, exiting the campus and walking down the street.

They fell into easy conversation about classes and movies they wanted to see. They agreed that The King's Speech looked awesome, especially since Blaine loved Helena Bonham Carter. On the way to the coffee shop, a safe place for them, they passed a park, and Kurt stopped to admire the grey skies over the dark green trees.

"You know," Kurt spoke softly, "I'm actually not really in the mood for coffee anymore. You want maybe just to find a bench or something?"

Blaine nodded.

The park was quiet but for some birds and a woman walking large bloodhound. The boys continued to talk about what they wanted in their futures until they fell into silence. It wasn't that the ran out things to talk about; they just didn't feel like anything needed to be said at the moment.

Silence and stillness were everything. They didn't move, staring into the distance. There was a lake in the far corner of the park.

Then, Blaine screamed.

A tingling had gone up his leg, which may not have been frightening in any normal circumstance, except in sharp contrast to everything that had led up to the moment. He leapt off the bench, and Kurt jumped up and grabbed Blaine's hands.

Once the shock had worn off, Kurt began laughing. "Are you okay?"

"What the hell was that?"

"My phone. The vibrate setting's kind of strong." He was still laughing. It was a bell clear tone that echoed through the park.

"Oh my god, that scared the shit out of me." Blaine, in all his attempt to be outraged, smiled and began laughing as well. He had to with Kurt's smile blooming so openly across his face.

Kurt was grinning. "You sounded like a girl."

"Hey!" Blaine sounded indignant, but he couldn't stop smiling all the same, like to be happy while Kurt was mocking was the most natural thing in the world.

They laughed together, and Blaine tugged Kurt softly closer to him. His hand fell to Kurt's waist, as Kurt moved closer to him. He wondered how close they had to have been on the bench for the phone to scare him like it did. They were barely inches apart now. Blaine felt Kurt's body heat next to him. Even though the light feeling in his chest hadn't completely gone away, he let out an awkward laugh.

Kurt matched it, a sweet smile still gracing his lips, and he said, "I need to check my phone," as he pulled away from Blaine.

As he looked at the screen, his face fell slightly. He tapped the screen and placed the phone to his ear.

"Hey, Drew." Kurt's voice sounded dead compared to the bright laughter. "What?" Kurt nearly screamed. "Drew, I can't do that!…What?…I'm out with Blaine!…You can't expect me to drop everything to…No!…Are you serious?" Kurt's mouth was pressed into a hard, thin line. "Fine. I'm at Alum Creek Park North. You can pick me up there."

Blaine could hardly contain his anger. If Kurt hadn't looked so upset as he ended the call, Blaine was afraid he would have started yelling at him, but Kurt looked like he wanted to cry, and Blaine couldn't help but shift all his anger to Andrew. In a deadly calm voice, Blaine asked, "What's up?"

Kurt had dropped onto the bench again, and Blaine sat next to him. "Drew wants me to meet his parents. Apparently their leaving for China tomorrow, so this is our only chance."

"You guys are up to the meeting parents phase?" He hadn't realized they were that serious.

"I didn't know it, but apparently, we are. God, I am so sorry, I have to leave like this." Kurt turned to face him. He looked disappointed.

Blaine nodded. He wanted to scream and tell Kurt that he was an idiot to leave, but who was he to say that? He wanted, then, to say "It's okay," but he couldn't make himself form those words. It was just impossible.

They waited for Andrew in the parking lot. Any trace of the smile that Kurt had before was gone. "Kurt, are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." The forced smile didn't fool Blaine at all.

"Kurt?"

"No, really. I'm fine." Why did he think that Blaine couldn't tell when he was actually happy?

Andrew drove up, and stepped out of the car and opened the passenger door of the BMW. He looked over Kurt without a greeting to either boy. "Kurt, is that what you're wearing?"

Blaine, once again, used all his strength not to beat the guy into a wall.

"Well, you didn't exactly give me any warning that I was going to be meeting your parents! How was I supposed to dress up?" Kurt was fuming.

Andrew sighed, "Whatever. We need to get going. Get in." Andrew jumped back into the car.

Kurt stood still for a second before turning and giving Blaine a very hard hug. Even after he said one word, "Bye," he held on for what seemed like several seconds longer than appropriate.

"Kurt!" Andrew called. Kurt let go.

"I'm just saying 'good-bye' to Blaine. I'm coming." He got into the car, and slammed the door.

After watching them drive down the street, Blaine sat on the curb, trying to remember how to breathe.