A/N:Okaaay, I actually finished this last night but I was too tired to post it for some reason... sorry about that... anyways, this is just a short chapter. There's only one more chapter, unless you guys want a short Epilogue(I'll tell you what it would be about at the end of the next chapter, and you can decide if you want it).

Anyways, thanks to everyone who has fallowed and reviewed and even just read this story :D I really didn't expect anything, and I was just finishing this idea because I have two friends that told me to, and they quite frankly scare me(You heard me Tori, you scare me!) and they would have killed me if I didn't finish it, so I decided to save my life and finish it~ But ya,thanks a lot to everyone and I hope you enjoy chapter 3!


Blaine sat in the common room, a majority of his face covered by his hand. He'd been that way for hours, since before Wes and David had come in. The two sat across from Blaine, staring at him. No one uttered a single word, and the common room was silent. Only the three warblers remained, as well as a freshman who was up late cramming for a big exam the next day. The silence was starting to bug an impatient Wes as he tapped his fingers rhythmically on his chin. David had his head rested in his hand, and occasionally closed his eyes, almost dozing off for a second before being shaken by his friend. Blaine seemed to pay no attention to his two closest friends. He was too deep in thought.

"Just tell us what's wrong," Wes broke the silence with a sigh. He had taken his head out of his hand, and leaned forward, closer to his friend. Blaine just looked at Wes threw his fingers for a moment, before looking back down at the ground. More silence. Wes just couldn't take it anymore. He stood up, and made his way to sit next to Blaine, patting his back gently. "Hey, you know you can talk to us. Whatever it is, we're here for you."

The problem was… Blaine didn't know what was wrong. I mean, sure, he knew it had to do with Kurt. His best friend had stormed off, angry with him for not understanding… but, it wasn't his fault! How was he supposed to know the song was for him… Blaine sighed, shaking his head gently. David rolled his eyes at his friend, and stood up.

"Well, if you're not going to talk, I have to go finish my English essay. I'll be in my room when you're ready to talk, okay?" With that, David turned and walked down the hallway that lead to the room he shared with Wes. Wes watched him go, and then turned back to Blaine.

"It's got to do with Kurt, huh?" Blaine turned his head, his eyes wide with shock. How on earth did Wes know that…? As if reading his mind, Wes laughed and said "I was talking to him yesterday, before er… the council meeting, ya, that was it." Blaine rolled his eyes, and the other continued. "So, what happened?"

Blaine put his elbows on his knees, resting the whole off his head in his hands, not even caring that he was messing up his gelled-down hair, releasing some of the wild curls he had to spend every morning taming. Wes just watched him, and sighed. "If you don't want to talk about it, you can just tell me you know. I may be… well, me, but that doesn't mean I can't give you some privacy." Blaine turned his head again, and shot Wes a look that just said 'really?', causing the other to laugh lightly. "Okay, okay, I can give a bit of privacy." The look remained on Blaine's face. "Sometimes I can, okay! Happy?"

The corner of Blaine's mouth twitched upwards at that, but only for a second before he returned to his original position. Wes sighed, and got up. "Well, you know were David and I are if you need us…" he rested his hand on Blaine's shoulder as he headed to leave. "We're here for you, okay?" With a small smile at the soloist, he headed down in the same direction David had left in not too long ago, leaving Blaine alone.


"Kurt, baby, c'mon, you need to talk to me!" Tears were still rolling down Kurt's face as he ignored Mercedes' knocks on his bedroom door. His parents had called her over in an attempt to make Kurt leave his room – or at least just open up his door – but even his best friend was having no such luck.

The moment his classes were let out, Kurt ran out the door, not even bothering to say goodbye to his friends. His walls broke down the moment he got into his car, and his head collapsed against his steering wheel as soon as his door was closed. He wasn't able to hold back his sobs anymore - he didn't even try. He just let the tears roll down his porcelain skin, and wept for a good twenty minutes before he realized that Burt and Carole would get worried if he wasn't back soon.

He walked into his house without an acknowledgment to his parents or step-brother, and ran up the stairs to his room, covering his face with his arm. He didn't want to talk to anyone, and he knew that his family would just try to pry out what was getting him so upset. His dad wouldn't understand, Finn sucks at romance worse than Blaine does, and as much as he loved Carole, he just wasn't ready to talk to her about something like this.

That's when his parents had called Mercedes; she's been knocking on his door for around ten minutes now. Kurt just wished she'd go home, and leave him to drown in his sorrows; he was rejected by Blaine, the one person who had made everything that had happened seem unimportant, the one who gave him courage. The one person he could actually see himself having a future with. And now, he knew that it had all been in his head; the duets, running through the halls holding hands, the flirting, hell, they sang a date rape song. But, none of it was real; well, on his half it was, but to Blaine… they were just friends. Just friends… those words just brought more tears to Kurt's eyes.

He didn't want to cry over Blaine; he wanted to drop it, and be a good friend to the soloist he'd fallen in love with. But he couldn't. He knew that every time he looked at the boy, he'd be haunted by the fact that they would be just friends forever.

"Kurt, baby, please just let me come in! You don't have to talk, just let me in!" Kurt let out a sigh of defeat. He could let Mercedes in… she was always there for him. Pushing away his friends wouldn't make Blaine like him any more than he did now. Gently whipping his face with his hands, he stood up from his bed and walked over to the door, doing his best to stop any more tears from flowing down his face. He grabbed the doorknob and opened it.

First thing he knew, he was being pulled into a tight embrace by Mercedes. Shocked, he slowly wrapped his hands around her, and dropped his head to her shoulder where he continued to (not silently, might I add) sob. Mercedes just patted his back, gently shushing him and whispering words of encouragement such as 'it'll all be okay, baby' and 'it's okay, it's all okay'. After a few minutes, Kurt stood up semi-straight, and sniffled, looking at her.

"Do you wanna tell me what's wrong now, white boy?" Mercedes' words were strong, but her eyes were full of concern for her best friend. Considering how close they were now, it was hard to believe that they use to fight every day at the beginning of glee club. The thought made Mercedes smile, and – closing the door first – put an arm around Kurt's shoulder, and guide him over to his bed were they both sat at the edge.

"It's… it's just that… I-… B-Blaine, he…" Kurt tried to word what he wanted to say, continuing to wipe away the tears as they fell from his eyes. He wanted to tell Mercedes, he did, but he didn't know how. And he didn't want to seem like a wimp, either. Kurt was just gay, he wasn't weak. He knew Mercedes didn't think he was weak… but… he felt as though he had to prove something ever since he 'ran away' from his problems at McKinley. He wanted to show that he was strong, and couldn't be pushed around…

…and here he was crying over a guy that just wanted to be friends.

"What'd he do to you, Kurt?" The words were calm and soothing as she gently patted and rubbed Kurt's back. However, they quickly turned harsh. "Do I need to gather up the boys and kick some prep boy ass?" Kurt couldn't help but smile weakly at that, even though he knew she was entirely serious. He shook his head, and looked at his feet as he gently swung them back and forth.

"No, no, it's my fault," the whispered words caused Mercedes to raise an eyebrow. "I… I shouldn't have thought that we were anything more than we were." Kurt just let his head continue to droop, shake his head gently, and try to convince himself that everything happens for a reason. He thought that maybe, maybe this one thing would have gone his way… for once. Mercedes gently wrapped her arms around the countertenor, and stroked the boy's hair gently, trying to fix the strands that had gone chaotic in his small meltdown.

"Do you wanna let me know what happened? I mean, you don't have to, but…"

"No, no, Mercedes, it's okay," he gave the girl a small smile. "I'll tell you. You see…" Kurt described everything that had happened since the day before, including his journal full of things about him and Blaine. He told her about how Wes had come in and pointed out how obvious it was that he liked Blaine(which, of course, Mercedes had to point out was true). He told her how the look on Blaine's face made him feel like maybe – just maybe – Blaine liked him back. He told her about how he practiced what he felt to be the perfect song… and Blaine's reaction.

Mercedes gave him a small smile before pulling him into another hug. "He's not good enough for a great diva like you, Kurt. I mean, sure, he's a great guy and all, but let's face it, there will always be someone better out there, someone who wants you, and makes you feel special." She patted his leg. "And one day, you'll find him."

Kurt just shook his head again, and took her hand off from his leg. "I don't think I'll find anyone better than Blaine… but, thank you Mercedes." He looked her in the eye, and gave her another small smile. "Really, thank you." This time, Kurt was the one to pull the other into a hug. She gladly returned it, and after a moment, the two separated and she stood up.

"I hate to leave you like this, Kurt, but I have to head back home and finish up some homework, not to mention study for Mr. Shuster's Spanish exam tomorrow." She gave her friend another small hug. "But, call me if you need to talk, okay? I'll always stop what I'm doing for my white boy." Kurt smiled, nodding his head.

"It's okay, I'll be fine 'cedes. Just… I may need a little while."

"Well, we're here for you Kurt. All of us. Feel free to stop by tomorrow, okay? If you let us know you're coming, we'll all meet you in the parking lot so you don't even have to see Kurofsky. And by the looks of everyone, the boys would all be giving him a dumpster toss if he came within 30 yards of you." Kurt let out a small laugh, and nodded his head gently again.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

"Bye white boy."

"Bye baby girl."


Blaine woke up around two in the morning. He'd fallen asleep on the couch in the common room the night before, and now woke up on the ground. He groaned, rubbing his head, and quickly jumped up, making his way down towards Wes and David's room. With any luck, they'd still be working on last night's homework…

And, lucky for him, they were. He slammed on the door with his knuckles, causing David to jump and drop the math book that had been on his lap. Making his way over towards the door, he opened it and almost got hit in the face by Blaine who had been about to knock again.

"Uhh… Blaine? Everything alright?" Blaine just ran into the room, and grabbed Wes' guitar, handing it to him.

"Everything's fine, I just need some help with something…"