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When Kurt awoke, he heard voices.

"Kurt? Kurt? Wake up!" Someone said.

"Helloooo? Anybody in there?" Someone else said.

"Wake up!"

"Is Kurt dead?"

"It's gonna take a lot," Kurt said, pausing to cough. "More than that to kill ME."

"Kurt, You're alive!" Erin said.

Kurt's eyes were still closed, so when he heard a thud-like noise beside him, he assumed that Erin had sat down next to him.

"Of course I'm alive.." Kurt mumbled. His throat was painfully dry, and his head was pounding.

Why is my head pounding?

"You hit your head pretty hard off the dock, man." Erin said, reaching out and touching the cut on the side of Kurt's head. "It's not really bleeding, though..."

"Not really bleeding? That's not possible, Erin. You're either bleeding, or you're not. Simple." Someone else said.

It was then that Kurt realized he was not, in fact, lying on the ground. Someone was holding him, and Kurt had a pretty good idea as to who it was.

"Blaine?" He said, opening his eyes.

"Well, look who decided to join us!" Blaine said, grinning.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "What happened?"

"Jeremy pushed you in the water and, according to Erin, you hit your head off of the dock. I jumped in and saved your life. I think that deserves a reward," Blaine paused to pull Kurt closer, and Kurt couldn't help thinking about how easy it would be to just reach up and kiss him. "Don't you agree, Kurt?"

"Umm.. I.."

"Hey Anderson! Is your boyfriend dead?" Jeremy yelled.

Kurt rolled off of Blaine and pulled himself into a sitting position. He turned to glare at Jeremy.

"You're gonna die, Arstat!" Blaine yelled as he jumped up. Jeremy took one look at Blaine and took off running, Blaine following closely behind.

They disappeared into the forest, leaving Kurt and Erin alone in the clearing.

"Well then.." Kurt said. He turned to look at Eric.

"Kurt.." Eric said, passing him a water bottle.

"Thanks. And yeah?"

"Blaine Anderson wants to fuck you senseless."

Kurt choked.

"Where the Hell did that come from?"

Erin shrugged. "Please. He never acts like this around other dudes. Sure, he hits on people.. Actually, he kinda stopped doing that after he met you... He only hits on you now. And he talks about you a lot.."

Kurt stared at Erin, who simply shrugged.

"What?" Kurt said shaking his head in disbelief.

He just wants in my pants. He doesn't like me. He's not allowed to have sex at school. Thus, he doesn't actually want ME, he literally wants what's in my pants because it's something he's not allowed to have. Because I wouldn't let him even if I had the chance. And it's against the rules.

"I'm not kidding." Erin said, bits of cracker falling out of his mouth as he talked.

"Erin, where did you even GET crackers?"

"My pocket."

"Why do you have crackers in your pocket?"

"I get hungry a lot..." Erin looked down at the crackers in his hand. "Want some?"

Kurt shook his head. "No thank you."

"Actually, I take back what I said. Yes, Blaine wants to fuck you senseless. But I kinda think he like, likes you or something. I wasn't kidding when I said he talks about you a lot. Seriously, we were eating lunch yesterday and he started talking about how you said that cafeteria food is disgusting and how he totally agrees with you. You're attractive, Kurt. I'm straight, and even I know that."

"Umm, thanks?" Kurt said, smiling awkwardly.

"No problem."

This time last year, Kurt thought, I would've DIED and gone to Heaven because of that comment. Now... Not so much. But why? Have I really changed that much?

Kurt stopped thinking for a moment and listened. It was nearly silent, the only audible sounds being the wind shaking the branches on the trees, waves from the pond slapping off of the side of the dock, and the quiet munching noise of crackers being chewed.

I wonder when Blaine is coming back?

"Blaine will be back soon." Erin said. He looked down at his hands. "My crackers are gone.."

"How did you know that I was thinking about him?" Kurt asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Do you like Blaine?"

"No!"

"Do you have feelings for Blaine?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Do you want to be fucked senseless by Blaine?"

"NO!"

"Then why were you thinking about him?"

"Because It's been a while since he ran after Jeremy, and I-"

Erin cut him off. "You're worried about him. I get it. He'll be back soon. And don't worry. Blaine's a dangerous little hobit. Or maybe he's a leprechaun.. Nah. He's probably more of a chipmunk or something. Anyways, he used to get into fights a lot."

"Not anymore?"

"He rarely gets into fights nowadays.. People stopped fighting him when they realized that just because he's small, does NOT mean he can't hurt them. He's given so many people black eyes, it's not even funny."

"Huh. That's... strange." Kurt said. "I never would've thought.. Well, I dunno what I thought. So how long until Blaine comes back?"

Erin pretended to look at an imaginary watch. "Right about.. now."

Kurt turned around just in time to see Blaine walk out of the forest, and into the clearing.

"Blaine!" Kurt said, jumping up.

"Kurt." Blaine said, nodding at Kurt.

"I.. um.. what happened?" Kurt said, rubbing his hands together. It was a nervous habit, really. He knew he had to stop doing it, it made his hands really dry, but..

"I chased after him for a while, he fell, he got up, we swore at eachother a bit, he tried to hit me and I slammed my fist into his eye... Nothing, really." Blaine shrugged.

Something's wrong with Blaine.. Kurt thought. He knew something was off, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"My bag is on the dock. I'm going to go get it."

"Kurt, I dunno if-" Blaine started.

"You guys can watch me walk there and back if it makes you feel better."

Blaine smirked, and Kurt rolled his eyes.

"I didn't mean I was giving you permission to check me out!"

Blaine shrugged. "I don't need permission."

Kurt turned around and walked towards the dock, Blaine watching him the entire time.

"You seem off.." Erin said, putting a hand on Blaine's shoulder. "What's up?"

"Nothing." Blaine said, shrugging.

"Dude, I'm your best friend! I'm not gonna go yell it to the world!"

"I'm kind of.. confused." Blaine said, sighing.

"It's about Kurt, right?" Erin asked, even though he already knew the answer.

Blaine nodded. "How'd you know?" At this point, Blaine wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was actually watching Kurt walk. And loving it. He loved the way his hips moved with every step, and he wanted those hips, GOD he wanted those hips, and that BODYunderneath him...

"Blaine.. He's literally ALL you talk about. You watch him whenever he's around, you can't go a week without talking to him.. He's like your drug. You're hooked on him."

"Okay, I TOTALLY wanna fuck him till we both pass out, but it's like.. I feel.. It's MORE than that. I've never wanted MORE than just being fuck-buddies. And I'm perfectly okay with that.. Or, I WAS perfectly okay with that. But then Mr. Skin-tight jeans showed up, and BAM! Everything changed."

"So you wanna go out with him?"

Blaine didn't reply.

"Blaine?" Erin said, waving a hand in front of Blaine's face.

"Yeah, I do."

"So tell him." Erin said. "Hey, you don't have any food with you do, do you?"

"Are you mental?" Blaine said, passing him a small pack of M&M's. "I can't TELL him! It'll cost me my reputation!"

"Then you have to choose, Blaine. Kurt, or your rep."


Kurt walked inside of his house, ready to collapse. He was tired, his head was pounding, his whole body ached, and he needed to stop thinking. Not to mention the fact that his clothes were still damp, and that was really bringing his mood down.

The bus ride back to Dalton had been uncomfortable, to say the least. The air was thick with heat, and the overpowering smell of sweat had made Kurt gag. Normally, this wouldn't have really bothered Kurt, seeing as to he HAD been on the football team for quite a period of time. But the thing that was bugging Kurt, was that something was clearly bugging Blaine.

Blaine had seemed a little off ever since he had come back from his fight with Jeremy.. If you could even call it a fight. It was more of a.. confrontation, as Blaine had later said. Kurt had practically begged Blaine to tell him what was wrong, but to no avail. Kurt didn't see Blaine again after they had gotten off of the bus.

Why is he ignoring me?

"KU-UUUUUURT!" Someone yelled from downstairs. "IS THAT YOU?"

"YES, IT'S ME!" Kurt shouted.

"COME DOWNSTAIRS! I'VE GOT PIZZA!"

"ONE SECOND, FINN!"

Even if Kurt hadn't recognized his voice, he knew that it could only be Finn. Carole and Kurt's father were out of town until Sunday night, leaving the house to Finn, Kurt, and whomever they chose to invite over.

Kurt ran up the stairs to his bedroom, and quickly changed shirts. (Quickly, meaning that it took him fifteen minutes to find something that he supposed would work with his pants.)

When Kurt finally reached the basement, he was surprised to discover that Finn was not alone. Puck, Mike, and Sam surrounded Finn, who looked like he had been telling a story.

"Oh, hi! Puck, Mike, Sam.. I didn't realize you guys were here."

"Hi Kurt!" The four boys said in unison.

"Kurt, there's three boxes of pizza over there. Eat, man!" Puck said, shoving an extremely greasy piece of pizza into his mouth.

Normally, Kurt would have turned down the pizza and made himself a salad.

Not today. Kurt thought as he grabbed himself a slice. The only boy whose EVER shown any sort of interest in me is ignoring me, I got pushed off of a dock and nearly drowned, and I had an extremely confusing conversation with a boy named Erin who I've known for about, oh, FIVE minutes?

"Thank-you." He said, taking a small bite.

"So Kurt," Finn said with a smirk. "How was your day?"

Of course today is the day he asks...

Kurt sighed. "It was.. Interesting, to say the least."

"Getting any action from one of those reform school boys, Hummel?" Puck asked, nudging him.

Finn made a face of disgust. "Guys.. He's my BROTHER."

"We know." Sam said, moving closer to Kurt. "So, are you?"

"No, they mostly just ignore me." Kurt said, shrugging. It wasn't completely a lie. Mostly was the key word there.

"Dude, your lying. Fess up." Puck said.

Mike and Sam nodded.

"Guys, this is kind-of weird. I mean, Puck, last year, you were tossing me in dumpsters. Sam and Mike.. we rarely ever talk. I hang out with your GIRLFRIENDS.Also, I'm pretty sure that Finn does not want to learn about my sex life," The boys (minus Finn) had strange looks on their face.. Was it.. hope? "-Or lack of it."

"Dammit!" Puck snapped.

"Seriously, why do you care?"

"Because we CAN."

Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes. "Well.. there is this ONE guy..."

Sam grabbed his bag of cool-ranch Doritos. "This is gonna be good!" He said, shoving a handful into his mouth.

"Hey.." Mike said. "Am I the only one who feels like a girl at a slumber party?"

The boys all turned to face him, and then looked at eachother.

"Yeah." They all said at once.

Mike shrugged.

"So tell us, Hummel." Puck said."What's he like? What's he at Dalton for? Has he tried to make a move? Have you done the nasty yet?"

"Guys, I'm afraid I can't tell you, unless SOMEONE," Kurt dramatically turned his head towards Finn. "Promises not to tell my dad, or his mother, ANYTHING."

Finn sighed. "I promise.. Not that I really wanna hear all of this.."

And so, Kurt Hummel spent his entire evening retelling the events of his last few trips to Dalton, devouring four slices of pizza, stealing Sam's Doritos, and sitting on the basement floor. And he actually enjoyed it.

At 9:30, Kurt said goodnight to the boys, and went upstairs. Mike had run up after him.

"Kurt! Wait!" He said, making a mad dash up the stairs.

"Mhmm?"

"Okay, I just wanna say.. there's a reason we asked you all those questions."

Kurt nodded.

"We all feel really bad about the way we used to treat you. Or, err... How Finn and Puck used to treat you. We actually care about you, so.. We thought this might start to make up for it? And, uh, you can come hang out with us anytime! Your actually pretty cool, Kurt. Okay, Bye!" Mike turned around quickly and began to walk away.

"Um, thanks!" Kurt called after Mike.

"Oh, and Kurt!" Mike said, turning around to face Kurt. 'About Blaine.. Tell him how you feel. Or show him, even.. Okay, goodnight!'

Mike raced back downstairs and Kurt ran up to his bedroom. He showered quickly, and then changed into pyjamas. He only did HALF of his skincare routine. Kurt Hummel, was TIRED.

As soon as he had put his clothing away, and had finished brushing his hair, he fell into bed.

He looked at the clock.

10:01

He fell asleep immeadiately.


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