Author's Note: So I have been so excited with all the feedback that I just had to write another chapter today! Who knows! This might be the fastest story I have ever completed! Thank you again for all your comments and views! You make me so happy! 3

~Chapter Three~

"Stop!" Wes's voice boomed over the harmonizing Warblers. Blaine halted in his singing, or attempt at singing and turned to their leader. "Blaine, where's your head man? That's the fifth time."

Blaine dropped his eyes to the music held in his hands. He should be able to make the note. He should be able to get the lyrics right. "I'm sorry." He sighed. Every note he managed to force out ended up off-key.

Wes shook his head. "Alright guys, let's call it quits for today. Just practice your parts and we will try again tomorrow."

The rumblings of the other members of the group faded as the room quickly emptied. The Warbler's common room fell silent as only three students remained, Blaine, Wes and Kurt. The counter-tenor occupied one of the leather sofas, doing his best to appear inconspicuous.

"I'm really sorry." Blaine felt terrible. His stomach was all in knots and he couldn't keep his thoughts on any one thing. Normally when he had things on his mind he could always tune them out when he sang, one of the many reasons he loved being a Warbler.

His friend just shook his head. "Don't worry about it, just fix it for tomorrow." He put his sheet music away in his brief case and clapped Blaine on the back. "We all have bad days."

Blaine trudged over to the couch and collapsed next to Kurt. He let his head fall back. Closing his eyes he allowed himself to enjoy the warmth radiating off Kurt as their arms brushed.

Flipping through his pages of music, his friend remained silent for a few minutes. After what felt like ages, in Blaine time he spoke. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Blaine snapped, not really meaning to, it just came out that way. "Is a guy not allowed to have a bad day?"

Kurt considered that for a moment. "He is, however directing his frustration on people only trying to help is misguided."

"I know!" He dragged his hand down his face. "I'm sorry."

"You are very sorry about things today." Kurt noticed. "Feeling guilty for something?"

Blaine shot him a hostile look. "I thought you were trying to help."

The brunette shrugged, and then offered him a tight lipped smile. "I'd love to help, but if you keep insisting nothing is wrong there isn't much I can do is there?"

Huffing, Blaine crossed his arms. Kurt was right. He couldn't expect anyone to be able to help him if he couldn't discern what was actually bothering him. "I just feel…stressed."

"That's a start." Kurt commented. He re-crossed his legs as he turned toward Blaine. "What are you stressed about?"

Blaine bit back a sarcastic retort. "Your guess is as good as mine." He mumbled, miserably.

"Hmmm…" Kurt tapped his chin with a finger. He tilted his head in Blaine's direction and his smile loosened up a bit. "I know what you need."

His stomach did a little somersault as he stared into Kurt's playful blue eyes. Every now and then, Kurt elicited those kinds of responses in him, but Blaine just assumed it was normal. After all, he felt the same thing around Wes or David, didn't he?

"Facial night!" Kurt clapped his hands and pleaded with those big blue eyes. "Carol just sent me the new Clinique Masque set. They are to die for!"

Sighing, Blaine shook his head. "You know I'd love to, but I have so much work to catch up on tonight." As much fun as locking himself away in Kurt's dorm room for a night of pampering would be, he couldn't do it. His lack of motivation for finishing his American Literature Essay ebbed away at him.

Kurt's face instantly fell, and his bottom lip protruded just a bit. "Oh…"

"But I appreciate the offer." Blaine added quickly, he offered Kurt what he hoped would be a grateful smile. "Perhaps this weekend?"

The smile he received back did nothing to soothe the upset in his stomach. "I'm actually going to Lima this weekend; New Directions has a fund raiser."

Now it was Blaine's turn to look disappointed. He sat up slightly. "Well, how about I go with you?"

Kurt continued to smile sadly as he leaned back into his seat. "As much as I would love that, I promised Mercedes some alone time, and unless you want to spend all day on Saturday with Finn and Rachel…"

Shuddering, Blaine shook his head. "No no…I get it." He couldn't help but feel slighted by this. But then the more rational part of his brain reminded him that Mercedes and Kurt had been best friends since before Kurt transferred to Dalton, and she had gotten the short end of the stick on way too many occasions. "I guess I will have to pine in loneliness until you return."

"And no one broods quite like you." Kurt teased, nudging him in the arm. Opening his legs he rose to his feet. "I will see you in the morning then."

Blaine slumped a little more. "I guess…" he pouted. Couldn't Kurt stay with him a little longer? Hell he could have offered to sit with him while he worked on his essay. Wasn't that what friends were supposed to do at times like these?

"Blaine…" Kurt chastised. "Stop pouting and go do your homework."

"Come with me…" He absolutely hated to whine. But for whatever reason, perhaps the lack of any other options, he couldn't help it.

"No." His friend answered, far too quickly for Blaine's liking. "You won't actually do anything if I do, I distract you."

"But it's a good distraction." Blaine reasoned hopefully.

Kurt shook his head, sighing fondly at him. He leaned over and placed a kiss on top of Blaine's head. "Go do your homework." He left Blaine then. Wallowing in his own self-pity. The little annoying voice in his head reminded, 'Well, he did offer to give you a facial.'

Blaine's day got continually worse. He somehow managed to finish his essay the night before, but his professor awarded him a C+ for his effort. He claimed his work lacked depth and proper citations. Blaine thought he could kiss his ass.

On top of that, his morning talk with Kurt got cut short by Dimetri materializing next to them spouting some nonsense about a French project. For reasons unbeknownst to Blaine, Kurt actually agreed to partner with his tormentor. Giving Blaine some excuse about how Dimetri was by far the best student in his class and his fluency in the language fell second only to his own.

Slamming his lunch tray on the cafeteria table in front of Kurt, Blaine slumped into his seat. Kurt narrowed his eyes, raising an eyebrow in question. He ignored him, so Kurt went back to eating his yogurt and flipping through some magazine.

"You know what really ticks me off?" Blaine asked finally, realizing his friend wasn't about to strike up a conversation.

"The rising popularity of sweater vests?"

He shot the brunette a sour look. "That's you."

Kurt shrugged and flipped another page.

Blaine huffed, squaring his shoulders. "Why are you ignoring me?"

"I'm not." He replied, "But all you've done all day is jump down my throat so I am merely saving myself the grief." He stuck his spoon in his mouth so he could use his hands to close his magazine and return it to his bag.

"Well you were so busy with Dimetri…" Blaine began, hoping to earn himself even a little bit of sympathy.

"What about me?" Dimetri appeared and slid into the seat next to Kurt. "You talking about me?" He nudged Kurt with a wink.

Blaine's back stiffened so tight he winced at the ebb of pain it caused. "We were in the middle of a conversation."

Kurt swallowed hard, almost choking on his lunch.

"You okay?" Dimetri asked him, rubbing his back.

"Fine." He rasped out after a moment of tense silence.

Blaine tried to bite down his resentment, after all, Dalton prided themselves on being polite and gentlemanly, but with Dimetri slithered so close to Kurt, all Blaine wanted to do was punch his lights out. "Excuse me."

"Why?" The obnoxious one grinned, "Did you burp?"

"Did you need something?" Kurt cut off Blaine's retort with a polite question of his own.

Dimetri kept his eyes glued to Blaine's, and his smirk only widened. "As a matter of fact…" he turned towards Kurt. "I wanted to exchange kisses with you."

"What?" Blaine demanded, fighting the urge to shoot up from his seat and tackle the taller student to the floor.

Blushing, Kurt blinked warily between the two of them. "Um…what?" he squeaked.

Dimetri took his hand and pressed a silver foiled Hershey kiss into his palm. "Exchange kisses. You get this…" he purred, then leaned over and pecked Kurt's cheek, "And I get that."

Kurt's blush deepened even more. He fluttered his lashes at him, a small smile appearing on his face. "Oh. Thank you."

Pleased with himself, Dimetri elegantly rose to his feet. "I'll see you later." He turned away from him. "Take it easy…Blaine."

The way he enunciated his name drove a stiff shard of resentment through Blaine's body. His lips curled over what would have been a polite smile if he wasn't so freaking pissed.

As soon as Dimetri slunk off to torment someone else, Blaine rounded on Kurt. "Do you see that?"

Kurt was eyeing his chocolate curiously. He let it drop from his fingers when he felt the heat of Blaine's glare. "What?"

Blaine pulled at his hair, not caring if he messed it up. "Total disrespect of an upperclassman! And that!" he pointed at the kiss accusingly. "What is that?"

"I thought it was cute." Kurt admitted, his eyes falling as the blush returned to his cheeks. He gingerly picked up the candy and held it in his hand. "No one has ever given me one before."

Blaine covered his mouth with his hand and breathed deeply. Blowing up at Kurt was not going to make him feel any better. In fact, likely it would make him even more depressed. Kurt had that wounded puppy look down pat.

Kurt watched him for a moment before taking the little candy and hiding it away somewhere in his bag. "What's this really about?" he asked softly, "Dimetri can't really be the sole cause of all this. Can he?"

Blaine shrugged helplessly. He opened his mouth to answer, but found he didn't have one.

"Blaine." He said softly, leaning forward and placing his hand on top of his. "We're friends right? Best friends?"

He nodded, staring down at Kurt's hand he smiled sadly. His hands always felt so soft and warm, whenever Blaine had the pleasure of touching them.

"And we are always honest with each other…so why won't you tell me what's wrong?"

Blaine swallowed painfully. He slid his hand out from under Kurt's, the contact distracted him. "If I knew, I would tell you." He answered honestly. "I have to go."

"But you didn't eat anything."

He jumped to his feet. "I'm suddenly not very hungry anymore." He replied hastily. "I'll see you at practice."

Kurt attempted to call after him, but Blaine felt the suffocating need to get out of the cafeteria. His legs carried him as far as the senior commons before they allowed him to stop. He struggled to control his breathing. "What the hell is wrong with me?" he whimpered to himself.

Blaine stumbled into Warbler's practice right on time. Despite being in a funk that rivaled his initial reason for transferring to Dalton, Blaine's punctuality would not suffer.

The room filled with chattering as his fellow classmates talked amongst themselves. Blaine's eyes searched the room as he padded over to David and Wes who stood by the committee's table. "Where's Kurt?" he asked them.

David turned to him, a perturbed look on his face. "He's not coming tonight, something about a huge test tomorrow or something. I thought he would have told you."

Frowning, Blaine stuffed his hands into his pockets. Kurt hadn't mentioned anything about stressing over a test. The little voice in his head reminded him that with his moodiness he hadn't given him much opportunity too.

"Don't look so sad." David nudged him. "Didn't you just see him at lunch?"

"Until Dimetri showed up." Blaine growled, crumpling his sheet music Wes handed him in his hands. "It's been like that all week, whenever I get some alone time with Kurt, Dimetri shows up and ruins it."

David and Wes exchanged knowing glances. Wes stepped forward, "Well that would make sense wouldn't it?"

He straightened up. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"They're dating." David replied, "At least I think they are, Dimetri cornered him after third period on Wednesday."

"What?" Blaine did the mental math. Kurt knew about this for almost two days and never bothered to tell him?

"Again." David shrugged, "I thought you would have known."

"At any rate." Wes announced, "We best get started."

Blaine's head started to feel a little woozy. Suddenly the thought of being trapped in Warbler practice for hours frightened him. "You know what guys? I'm not feeling so hot."

"You do look kind of pale." David agreed, peering down at him curiously. "Maybe you should go to the nurse."

"Yeah." He nodded, his head bobbing up and down quickly, "I think I will."

Wes blinked. "You will?"

Blaine turned on his heel and escaped the crowd of singers. He didn't have the energy to explain to his friends why he so willingly agreed to see the nurse. His heart started beating faster as he picked up speed toward the dormitory.

He skidded to a halt in front of Kurt's door and loudly rapped on it. "Kurt!" he called through the door. "Open up!"

It only took a few seconds for the lock to disengage and Kurt to open the door. He cocked his head at Blaine curiously. "What are you doing here? I thought we had Warbler's practice tonight."

"WE did…" Blaine muttered, pushing past Kurt and into his room. He half expected to see Dimetri lounging on the bed, a lazy smile on his face. But the room was empty. "What are you doing?" he demanded.

"Studying." The brunette retorted, gesturing to the text book and notes strewn about his bed.

Blaine nodded stiffly. His fingers twitched as he crossed his wrists behind his back. "Anything you want to tell me?"

Kurt eased by him and plopped back on his bed. "Those pink sunglasses of yours are hideous."

If his tone hadn't been so serious, Blaine would have thought he was joking. "Anything else?"

Pulling his book back onto his lap, he opened his green highlighter. "With your hair like that you look like a disgruntled janitor."

"I'm being serious!"

Kurt raised a brow as if to say, 'And I'm not?'

Blaine's heavy breathing filled the silent room as he held glares with Kurt. Finally boring of their game, his friend went back to his book. How could he act so nonchalant about it? Shouldn't he feel guilty or something for keeping secrets from Blaine?

After a few painful moments of tension, Kurt shut his book with a snap and gave Blaine a look of pure exasperation. "Are you going to tell me why you are here or what?"

"Don't pretend like you don't know!"

"Don't know what?" Kurt breathed. He looked so darn confused that Blaine almost forgot what he was so angry about.

Turning away from the other teen, Blaine clenched his teeth. "You're going out with him!"

"Going out with whom?" He asked bewilderment in his voice.

"David and Wes told me Dimetri asked you out!" Blaine accused, spinning back around to jab a finger in the brunette's direction.

Narrowing his eyes at him, Kurt parted his lips and licked them before answering, "And did they also tell you I turned him down?"

Blaine startled so badly he almost fell backwards. "But-"

"What is your problem?" Kurt got up from the bed, closing in on him. "How dare you come in here all high and mighty like I'm doing something wrong! Your jealousy is maddening!"

Whoa…wait. Jealousy? Blaine shook his head with a hesitant chuckle. "I'm not jealous."

"Oh really?" Kurt's sarcastic bite hurt. "Then what would you call this loathing and self pity crap? You've been nothing but standoffish and moody all week. If Dimetri bothers you so freaking much why don't you just ask me out yourself?"

Blaine's mouth dropped open. "Ask you out? Why would I do that?" he shook his head again, he made an exasperated noise, "We're best friends."

Kurt snapped his mouth shut and bore into Blaine with watery eyes.

Taking a step back, he tried to fight for words that made sense. "I care about you Kurt…I don't want to see you get hurt. Dimetri is going to hurt you. I'm not jealous, I'm worried."

His friend wrapped his arms around himself and nodded slowly. He let Blaine take a few more steps back before picking his head back up. "Not jealous…" he repeated.

Blaine's throat went completely dry. "I'm not." His voice shook slightly. "I…I"

Kurt let out a little sob and it chilled Blaine to the core. "Unbelievable."

"Hey…" he moved forward but this time Kurt moved away. "Look…I'm sorry if I led you on."

"Led me on?" His voice never sounded so hoarse before. "Ever since I got here you've been flirting with me, singing with me, buying me things…what was I supposed to think?"

Blaine finally forced himself to swallow the lump threatening to cut off his air supply. "I…I was just being gentlemanly." The excuse even sounded ridiculous to him, but the look of betrayal that flashed in Kurt's eyes made him wish he was better at expressing himself with words, but apparently he just kept digging the hole even deeper. "You needed that…with what you went through. You needed someone there, and I was."

Kurt's eyes fluttered closed as a few tears rolled down his cheeks, but he kept nodding his head. "Right…"

"Kurt…" Blaine breathed. "I didn't know…I never meant to hurt you, please understand that."

"Ohhh…I do…" He said, voice tight with emotion, he looked up at the ceiling and shook his head. "I know." He wiped at the tears off his face angrily. "Just get out, Blaine."

Blaine's heart faltered in his chest. "What?" He room started to swim in and out of focus and heat built up inside him. "Wait."

"Get out now!" Kurt yelled, more angry tears falling from his eyes. "Go!" When Blaine didn't move fast enough, he grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around shoving him towards the door.

"Kurt! Can't we talk about this! Or something?" He begged. His heart thudded so loud in his chest he could barely make out anything else. The panic of not being able to fix whatever had had done threatened to overpower him.

"You said enough." Kurt moaned, he let out another little sob as he tore the door open. "Get out!"

Blaine felt his own eyes start to fill with tears. He hadn't cried in years, not really.

With one last shove, he found himself outside the dorm room. Then the door slammed in his face.

"Kurt!" Blaine moaned, leaning against the door. "Kurt please…" He stayed there for a long time. Eventually, his vision cleared and he felt sturdy enough to trudge down the dorm hall. Maybe he would go to the nurse, he felt sick.