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"Kurt?" David asked to check if the other Warbler was okay as he watched him wipe a single tear from his cheek.
"I am so stupid! I'm so ignorant that I just go around assuming another guy likes me!" Kurt was red in the face now.
Wes suggested a bit of his knowledge. "For the record, I think he does like you. He obviously was thinking about kissing you like two seconds ago."
"Maybe, but did he choose to? No! He chose against it. He obviously doesn't want to kiss me." Kurt argued.
"He's having an internal battle right now, Kurt. He can't concentrate when his heart is at war with itself." David offered.
Kurt sighed and straightened up. "That's it! I have to know. I'm going to talk to Blaine."
"Wait! Not yet! We've seen him like this before, going through various mood swings. If you mess with him now, he'll be really angry and throw crap at you- "
"-then the next second he'll probably jump your bones. Not a pretty sight. He's like a pregnant woman." Wes finished for David.
Kurt raised his eyebrows. "Um… okay. Fine, I will hold off until tomorrow but then the hammer is coming down."
Wes coughed. "You mean gavel."
Kurt rolled his eyes and left the room.
He just wanted to know if Blaine was over… whatever the hell he had with Sami. He said he was gay, did he not? Kurt couldn't really ask about the whole liking him back thing though. So maybe Blaine would slip it in somewhere. In the meantime, Kurt had to get through tonight and tomorrow. He would strike as he and Blaine settled into their room after Warbler practice.
Kurt took a deep breath in and out to relieve any left over stress before entering his room.
"There you are. I was getting worried. It's almost curfew." Blaine looked up from his magazine as he lay on his bed.
"It is? Damn. It's Wes and David's fault." Kurt went into their walk in closet to change.
"Why? What did they do this time?" Blaine laughed.
"Nothing really, I was just talking to them."
"About what?"
Kurt hesitates in putting on his nightshirt and could've sworn he heard a hint of uneasiness in Blaine's voice. "Uh, something. It's nothing important."
He walked out of the closet after successfully getting all his clothes on. He looked over at Blaine. "Wait a second, is that EW?"
Blaine looked at the cover and back to Kurt like he didn't understand. "…Yes?"
"Seriously?" Kurt's glare was priceless.
"Hmph. I like it and I will read as I please. I like reading about celebrity's lives. It gets my mind off of my own." Blaine sighed.
"And what's so bad about your own, may I ask?" Kurt got into bed and pulled the covers up.
Blaine backed up realizing what he said. He was silent at first; closing his magazine and putting it into his pillowcase like he did with all magazines he never finished. Right now it contained three. Kurt assumed Blaine found some odd sort of comfort from this.
"Nothing really. It's just, sometimes I want to get away from it all and forget." And with that, he turned the light off and rolled over in his bed, not facing Kurt's, but staring out the window instead.
Kurt watches Blaine until his breathing became slow and rhythmic, not knowing if he should feel jealousy, pity, or just heartbroken.
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The next morning when Kurt woke up, Blaine was already dressed, grabbing his book bag. "Hey sleepy head, I'm going to head down to breakfast. See ya in class." He was rushing, Kurt could tell, and he closed the door before Kurt could even respond.
Oh no! I slept in! Am I late? These thoughts ran through his head as he jumped out of bed a little too fast and sloppily fell to the ground. He suddenly realized that it was darker than usual. Kurt looked at the digital clock on his nightstand. It read 6:04 AM. Class didn't start until 8:00.
Blaine rushed out of his dorm room and down the stairs to the junior commons. After his failed attempt at reassuring Kurt that nothing was wrong, (Seriously? Who do I think Kurt is? Tickle me Elmo?), he wanted to avoid any humiliation. Could Kurt tell that he was this close to kissing him? In fact, it looked as if he did choose to do so, Kurt would have let him. And then there was the itty-bitty detail that Blaine saw Wes and David spying on them out of the corner of his eye. Kurt did say he was talking to them after the, um, incident. So therefore, meeting all three of these specified people for they're usual breakfast together was out of the question. He would simply catch up on homework, or maybe even drown in his thoughts while the common room was uncharacteristically empty and silent.
"I should make a list comparing Kurt with Sami. No Blaine! You are gay. Sami knows this. You don't like her! Kurt. Kurt, Kurt, Kurt… Sami! URG!" Blaine muttered various conflicting thoughts to himself as he sat down on the couch, occasionally smacking himself in the head.
After continuously contradicting himself for a few minutes, he had given up. He stood from his seat and went to go check for any mail sent to his school mailbox. He pulled out his key from his book bag and opened his box. He took the mail back with him to the common room. Blaine rather liked that Dalton allowed students to forward their mail to their dorms. This way he didn't have to wait until he went home, which wasn't often, to read new magazines. Today he found a new issue of People. Along with that was an advertisement for Rice University stating there was a college fair coming soon, which wasn't very helpful because he didn't live anywhere near Houston. The last envelope slipped to the floor. Blaine looked down and picked it up. He read the return address seven times before hesitantly and cautiously opening the envelope. After staring blankly at the now unfolded letter in front of him, it fell once again to the floor as he stared dumbfounded into space.
Dear Blaine,
I just thought that it would be better for you to hear this from me rather than someone else or not even at all. I am coming to Dalton. My dad is apparently still furious, even after two years. I thought he had let it go, but he recently found out that my grades have been dropping ever since I left. Therefore, he has decided that it would be best if I spent some time studying at Dalton. I know what you're thinking, and yes, my dad is crazy. A girl in an all boys' school? But I will try to cope. I arrive in three days and I'm unsure how long I will stay. I guess I'll see you soon then.
Sincerely,
Sami D.
The rest of the day was awkward for Kurt. When he arrived in third period French, his first class with Blaine, he was hesitant to even enter. When he did, he sat in his desk next to the boy. It was a great seat because he got to sit next to the boy of his dreams. But right now it wasn't so great because it was next to the boy he was trying to avoid until later this afternoon.
He put his bag down and glanced over to the boy. Blaine looked as if he'd seen a ghost. He didn't speak the whole period except for when the teacher announced that the bell was about to ring. Blaine looked to Kurt and asked if he could borrow his notes to copy.
Lunch was no different and Blaine didn't even touch his food. In Physics, Trent kept throwing paper balls at Blaine to get his attention and he didn't move a muscle. Then in English, the teacher called on him and he didn't respond. She was about to threaten him with detention when she also saw the look in his eyes. Something clicked in her mind like she knew exactly why he was acting that way and her face showed it. Something was definitely wrong.
Blaine couldn't concentrate. Being hit with news like this was not good when you went to a private school. Miss one day and it will take you three to catch up. And Blaine was mentally absent.
After a pointless lunch, Kurt hurried off to his History class so he wouldn't be late, which left Blaine alone with Wes and David. He knew they suspected something was wrong because they both had that look on their face like they wanted to shout out, "Hey! What gives?" or, "Pessimistic much?" So Blaine broke the silence.
"Wait. Don't go yet. Can I… uh, talk to you guys?" Blaine hesitantly asked. He needed to vent.
"Yes! I- I mean um, what about?" David covered for his obvious relief from tension.
Blaine sat back down at an open table and the other two followed suit. "I got a letter in the mail. Some, well, news."
"What's wrong? What happened? Is it a family… issue?" Wes asked, genuinely concerned.
"No, nothing like that. It's not bad. At least I don't think it is."
"Then why are you so mopey? Just tell us already!" David blurted out.
"Well, the thing is…" Blaine took a deep breath and sighed. "!"
Wes and David look to each other and both said, "Huh?"
"It's Sami! She's coming. Here. To Dalton. Her dad is making her study here and I haven't spoken to her in almost two years!"
David stuttered. "S-S-Sami? What?"
"Yes. And you know how hard this is for me. What should I do?"
"Tell Kurt. Everything. The truth." Wes replied before thinking.
"What?" Blaine's eyes widened.
Wes thought this time before responding. "You heard me. Kurt needs to know what happened. When you told us, we were shocked. Kurt should know that something like that happened to you because it was really scary. If you don't tell her, Sami will come and you will have a lot of tension and Kurt would be confused. And if you wait, it could very well blow up in your face later and you will never be able to run off with Kurt to elope because he will be mad at you and you can't get married when you're mad at each other. Sami likes to gossip from what you've told us. What if she starts bad mouthing you?"
"Guys, when I told you about Sami, I was upset and confused and mad at myself. I think I was the one bad mouthing her, I never told you the good things about her. Just please; don't make her out to be a bad person. She's going to hate being around me enough; I don't want her to dislike this place more. Besides, she's probably grown a lot."
"You have no way of knowing that, Blaine. Don't get your hopes up. So will you tell Kurt? Wes asked.
Blaine sighed again and looked down at his lap. "Yes. I have to. Now I think I'd better get to class." And with that, Blaine stood and left.
Wes and David looked at each other with relieved looks.
"Well," David broke the short silence, "that was ironic."
Wes grinned, "Who would have thought? The person Kurt is just know finding out about just happens to be transferring to this school temporarily despite her being a girl and this being an all boys school."
"Coincidence?"
"Sure, David, let's go with that."
Wes began to stand up from the table. "At least now it will be easier for them to talk about. They both want to. Now they can just come out and discuss it. No problem."
David followed Wes out with a smirk on his face
"Right."
