The Secret Admirer

A/N: Wow! So many favorites and alerts! I'm touched. Although, I wouldn't say no to more reviews :) Enjoy this chapter!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee. But if ever Ryan, Ian or Brad ever gets tired of Klaine, the boys can stay over at my house… We'll just share my bed. (No, I did not just say that.)

WARNING: Even more cliché and some tongue-in-cheek humor (depends on where you look). Haters, you have been forewarned.

CHAPTER 3: In This World, Nobody is Ever Wrong… Just Misunderstood

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The rest of the morning went smoothly for Kurt; no insults, no slushies, no bullies. The only hitch on what seemed to be a perfect beginning for a day was that Blaine was also M.I.A.

Yes, they ate lunch together at the 'Gleek' table in the cafeteria but, anyone who had both two eyes and common sense (there weren't many of them in Lima, Ohio, mind you) would be able to tell that while the dark-haired boy's body was present, his mind was elsewhere. It was as if Blaine was almost floating.

Kurt ate his sandwich quietly as he watched his boyfriend right across him. Blaine's eyes were trained on only two things: his oatmeal cookie and every boy that happened to pass by their table. Kurt bit his lip. 'Surely, Blaine isn't… boy-watching/' he thought ruefully. 'No, he wouldn't do that, he's –he's –no, he wouldn't. He loves me.'

Kurt sighed. Blaine was acting weird and he still had to bring up the subject of his attempt at poetry. He cleared his throat. Blaine's eyes went wide all of a sudden as if he was caught red-handed doing something illegal. But when he saw Kurt's face, he relaxed visibly.

"Sorry, Kurt. Did you say something?" Blaine asked as he took a bite of his cookie.

"No, Blaine," Kurt huffed. This was getting rather ridiculous. "Do you need to go to the clinic? It's like you're here but your head is above the clouds… are you sick or something?"

Blaine's face reddened.

"No, I –it's just. Blaine then sighed and dropped his cookie. He turned to look at his boyfriend directly in the eye. "Kurt, I –I just need some time alone to think –" he said in a serious voice.

Kurt's face registered confusion which, quickly turned into shock, then fury.

"B-Blaine Anderson! Are- are you saying what I think you're saying?" Kurt looked incredulous.

Blaine frowned at Kurt's reaction to what he had just said. He back-tracked his words and then paled considerably, realizing what he had just implied by what he had said.

"Oh –No, Kurt, I didn't mean –"

But Kurt was already clenching the table, his knuckles, white.

"Is that why you were acting all weird –"

"No, no, Kurt! It's not –"

"Are you re-thinking about us? Is it no longer worth it?"

"What? Us? No!"

"Then why do you happen to need time to think Blaine?" Kurt blurted out, his voice raised a few decibels higher than normal. "Don't you think I wouldn't notice that you've been distancing yourself away from me? That I wouldn't notice you checking out every guy that happens to pass by since we sat down for lunch?" The countertenor was still seated but people were already starting to stare. Kurt threw the remains of his sandwich at the table as he stood up to leave. Blaine immediately followed his boyfriend who already stormed out of the cafeteria.

"Kurt!" Blaine called after his boyfriend. "God, Kurt, just talk to me for a second, will you? I-"

"What?" Kurt turned to him again, anger and frustration lacing his voice. He was taking short deep breaths as if trying to contain his tears. "I'm giving you time and space now, aren't I?"

"No, Kurt, I didn't –"

"What? You didn't –what, think? Care? You're breaking up with me –a week before Valentine's and –"

"WHAT? Hold up!" Blaine interrupted him. "I didn't say that, Kurt –"

"Yeah? But that was what you meant!" Kurt yelled. "How could you even tell me that?" 'After that Valentine poem I made for you?' he had wanted to add, but he didn't. He wouldn't stoop so low as to use that against Blaine.

Blaine sighed frustratedly.

"Kurt, if you'd just listen to me –"

"I'm no longer talking to you, Blaine! Enjoy your time. Alone. I hope that you get to think. Hard!" And with that, Kurt stomped off, leaving Blaine in his wake, utterly shocked and equally speechless.

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'That was not what I meant!' Blaine's mind screamed at him. 'God, this is such a mess! All because of one stupid Valentine poem!' He then dug in his pocket for the offending piece of stationery. He stared at it once more before crumpling it and throwing it in the nearest trash bin. Blaine sat in the choir room alone, after Kurt had walked out on him. It was Wednesday, there was no Glee practice so thankfully, he had the empty room to himself. Blaine sighed.

"Me and my stupid mouth." He muttered under his breath. "And that stupid poem! God, why did I even bother to consider… now Kurt… ugh, this is such a mess!" Blaine then buried his face in his hands. "Argh! What do I do now?"

"Do about what, Blaine?" A chirpy female voice interrupted. Blaine looked up and groaned.

"You seem a little out of sorts, is everything okay?"

"Go away, Rachel."

"But –"

"I said –ugh, never mind." Blaine then stood up abruptly and moved to leave the choir room. Rachel looked on as he did.

"Blaine, are you sure –"

"No, I'm not okay, Rachel!" Blaine spat out heatedly. He then kicked the wastebasket on his way out as Rachel stared with widened eyes. As Blaine left, the diminutive diva moved to follow him, that is, until something caught her eye.

"What is this?" Rachel mused out loud as she bent over to pick up a crumpled piece of pink paper. Her natural curiosity took over as she smoothed it out and read. After a few minutes, Rachel was letting out a quiet sob.

"Oh, my… this –this is wonderful! But –" she furrowed her brows. "Why would Blaine throw this away? I'm sure Kurt worked pretty hard on this… that is –"

Rachel sighed as she folded the pink stationery neatly and placed it in her pocket. She wasn't really one to mess with other people's relationships but Kurt… Kurt was her best friend… almost. If he and Blaine were rocky at the moment, maybe it was time for some intervention. She quickly strode out of the choir room and made her way towards the parking lot.

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The moment he got home, Kurt stormed all the way to his room and locked the door. He couldn't let himself cry while he was driving because that may just cost him his very life –but once he hit the confines of his bedroom, he let his tears fall.

'What did I do wrong, Blaine?' Kurt thought as he sobbed into his memory foam pillow. 'Why now, after I –'

"Kurt! Someone's here to see you!" Came the muffled voice of his dad through the door. Kurt held his head up.

"Not interested!" No way in hell was he speaking to Blaine. "Tell him to go away!" He buried his face in the pillow once more.

A rustle by the door came next.

"Kurt! It's Rachel!"

Kurt looked up once more.

"Rachel? What are you doing here?" Kurt asked curiously as he stood up to walk towards his bedroom door. "Never mind, don't answer that –just go away because I'm not in the mood to talk –"

"Kurt, please, I –I know about you and Blaine –"

Kurt slammed the door open.

"What? Who told you?" He asked the brunette darkly. "Has it gone on the gossip grapevine that fast?"

Rachel waved him off.

"No, nobody told me. I just kind of figured it out by myself…" She then fished out the ink paper from her pocket. Kurt grabbed it. Rachel sighed.

"He seemed kind of really upset when I walked into the choir room Kurt. So I I was wondering why you like –you know, broke up with him –"

"I didn't break up with him, Rachel!" Kurt yelled, throwing the pink paper aside. "He was the one who wanted 'alone time' not me!" He pushed Rachel out of his room. "Now, thanks for coming and checking up on me, but I really must be off –"

Rachel stepped forward.

"Look, Kurt. Maybe that's not what he meant –"

Kurt looked murderous.

"You didn't hear him, Rachel! You didn't see him –ogling every boy that went by –"

"Maybe he was just looking for somebody, Kurt! I mean, he looked really crushed –"

"He was totally looking for somebody, alright!" Kurt sighed as he stomped all the way back into his bed. Rachel entered his room warily.

"Maybe it was –it was just a misunderstanding, Kurt," Rachel said softly. She picked up the pink stationery once more. "I mean, after this –only somebody crazy won't be able to know how much you love Blaine." Kurt looked at her.

"Well, apparently, he doesn't think so, or why else would he throw that away?" Kurt sighed dejectedly, tears running down his cheeks once more. "Just go, Rachel. I need some alone time too." He then lay down his bed, turning his back on Rachel. The small brunette sighed.

"I will leave you now, Kurt. But don't worry, you and Blaine are made for each other. It will all work out." She then stepped out of Kurt's room and locked the door behind her.

'It will all work out,'

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A/N: Please review! Flames will be used to burn that blasted piece of pink stationery that everyone seems to want to get rid of, but can't. Love, Eastwoodgirl.

P.S. Three more chapters to go! :)