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Blaine arrived at school, at 9:45. He overslept and was still incredibly tired. He couldn't sleep last night, and he dreaded the thought of coming into school today.
He walked through the empty corridors of McKinley to his French class.
"Mrs. Evans? Ugh." He thought, as he approached the classroom door.
He knocked twice and entered the classroom.
"Sorry I'm late, I overslept." He said, not looking the teacher in the eye and trying to get to his seat as quickly as possible.
"Uhm! Mr. Anderson! You are 45 minutes late! Detention! Friday night." She scowled at Blaine, hoping to see him argue so she could have an excuse to give him a longer detention.
"Fine." He muttered, grabbing the detention slip out of her hand.
"Stupid cow." He thought to himself.
He walked to the back of the class where he saw Kurt sitting at a table, talking to Mercedes.
"And I was like, 'Berets are so out! Oh, hi Blaine. I was worried, you didn't call last night, and you're like… a lot late!" Kurt said, pulling the chair out for Blaine.
"Uh, yeah. I felt ill." Blaine mumbled, hoping that Kurt's conversation would go back to berets.
"Did you eat something at Quinn's? Because she's not here today either I don't think..." Asked Mercedes.
"Yeah, it… it was the chicken I think." Blaine grabbed his books out of his bag and began copying out of the textbook.
"Oh, ok." Kurt didn't seem interested in the topic of conversation anymore, which Blaine was happy about.
"So, Mercedes, how's working with Mike going?" Kurt asked, chewing the end of his pen.
"Oh, it's ok, but… all he wants to do is dance. I can't get him to sit still for two minutes!" She moaned.
"Haha, but at least you haven't got to do a duet with Rachel! I feel so bad for Santana!" Kurt giggled.
"I feel sorry for Rachel." Mumbled Blaine, attempting to join in the conversation.
"Well, I don't really like Santana, but Rachel is so hard to work with!" Kurt whined, while Mercedes nodded.
After that, the conversation mainly changed to fashion. Which Blaine couldn't care less about. All he was wondering was, 'Why isn't Quinn here?'.
The rest of the day dragged on, and seemed like forever until lunch.
In Maths, Blaine sat and thought about the previous night.
"This is crazy. I'm gay! I must be gay!" He thought, thinking of Kurt and how much he cared for him.
"But that kiss. It was….. indescribable." Thoughts of the kiss came swimming back into his mind. The way their lips fit together perfectly. The way she smiled while they were singing. The way she looked into his eyes.
He had never had a kiss like that with Kurt. Not even a close one.
There was no spark when he looked at Kurt. No... Magic.
'Cos I see sparks fly whenever you smile.'
Who was the person he saw sparks with?
He knew the answer, he just didn't want to face it.
After lunch, Mr. Schue called the glee club into the choir room.
"Hey guys, come on it, have a seat, have a seat." He announced, clapping.
Everyone came in and took their seats.
"Ok, I was just wondering if anyone had any performances they'd like to share with us now?" He asked, glancing around the room.
No-one said anything.
After about a minute of silence, Tina stood up.
"I'd like to get this over with." She muttered and stood in front of everyone.
After an awkward 30 seconds, Tina shouted "Puck, come on!".
She had no patience when it came to Puck.
"Uhm, Mr Schue, I'm partnered with Tina, wherever she is…" Puck said, confused. He stood up and looked round at everyone.
Tina walked over to Puck and grabbed him by the ear.
"..OUCH." Whined Puck.
"Ok, we haven't performed this before, and to be honest, I never want to perform with him again." Tina pointed to Puck. "So, let's get to it."
Puck had no idea what was going on, as he clearly had spent no time considering what song to sing with Tina.
Mr know it all
Well ya think you know it all
Tina rolled her eyes and pointed to Puck.
But ya don't know a thing at all
Ain't it something y'all
Tina started walking around Puck, gently punching him in the arm.
Puck grabbed his guitar and started to play.
When somebody tells you something bout you
Think that they know you more than you do
So you take it down another pill to swallow
Oh you think that you know me, know me
That's why I'm leaving you lonely, lonely
Cause baby you don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing about me
They were both really getting into the song, and by the end were both smiling and hugging.
At the end, everyone clapped for them and seemed really impressed.
"That was really good. Tina, do you fancy having my partner? She's got a huge nose and an enormous ego, but besides that, she's a delight." Shouted Santana.
"Or maybe you want my partner, she's commonly known as the bitch of Lima Heights, and has slept with every dude in this school, including the creepy janitor who cleans the girl's bathrooms." Rachel shouted, shocked by her own comeback.
Before Santana could reply, Mr. Schue changed the conversation back to Tina and Puck.
"That was great guys! Any more performances?"
Before anyone could answer, the bell rang and everyone walked out, leaving Mr. Schue to talk to an empty choir room.
Last lesson dragged on, which gave Blaine plenty more time to think about what to do.
Every option he came up with didn't seem right.
He was either displeasing everyone else, or displeasing himself.
He knew what he had to do when he got home.
Talk to Quinn.
When He finally got home, he didn't say hi to his parent's, he didn't even change clothes, he just went straight to his computer.
He logged onto the glee club chat site, which Artie had cleverly set up.
As the site loaded, he prayed that she would be online.
He smiled when he saw 'Quinni93 is online'.
He opened a chat window and started the awkward conversation.
CurlyBoyBlaine: Hey
Blaine waited nervously for 4 minutes.
Quinni93: Hi
It was clear she didn't want to speak to him, by her long replies and two letter words. But this conversation had to be had.
CurlyBoyBlaine: Where were you today?
Quinni93: didn't feel well
He knew that was a lie.
CurlyBoyBlaine: Oh, are you feeling better now? Do you want me to come over?
He knew what the answer would be. He just wanted to get the conversation rolling a bit.
Quinni93: No, I'm feeling better now
CurlyBoyBlaine: oh, ok.
No-one said anything for about 10 minutes.
CurlyBoyBlaine: Are we gonna talk about what happened last night?
Quinni93: What's there to talk about? It was a mistake.
Those 4 words killed him inside.
CurlyBoyBlaine: So are you telling me it meant nothing to you?
Quinni93: It doesn't matter what it meant. It was wrong, it was a mistake.
It killed her just as much to write those words as it did for him to hear them.
CurlyBoyBlaine: I don't consider it a mistake.
Quinn was shocked by what he had just put.
But that was the truth. Blaine didn't consider it as wrong.
He knew he should, but he didn't feel guilty.
He just felt… sorry for Kurt.
CurlyBoyBlaine: If I could go back, I'd do it again.
Quinn couldn't be hearing this.
She knew it was wrong.
But all these things he was saying... made it sound… right.
Quinni93: Blaine, it was amazing. But… you have a boyfriend. You're gay!
CurlyBoyBlaine: I thought I was. That was until I met you.
He was being so soppy.
Quinn hated soppy.
But, him being soppy… was cute.
Quinni93: I think we should forget it ever happened.
Blaine felt sick.
CurlyBoyBlaine: I don't want to. That meant something to me.
Quinni93: It meant something to me too! But Kurt's one of my bestfriends. He's in love with you.
It pained her to write it.
But she knew she had to.
CurlyBoyBlaine: Can I come and see you?
He was hoping he could change her mind.
Quinni93: I don't think that's a good idea Blaine. We've gotta be just friends now. I'll see you at school xxx
And then she logged off.
He knew that what she was doing was the right thing.
But it just didn't feel right.
He spent that night thinking about Kurt.
Did he love Kurt? Yes.
Was he in love with Kurt? …..
That was the question he couldn't answer.
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