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Chapter 4 – Let's face the music and dance.

Finn woke up from a restless nights' sleep with puffy eyes and a sore head. He was so grateful that he wouldn't have to face anyone from school until Monday, and hopefully by then people would have another scandal to care about. He had decided to continue faking sickness until Monday came, when it would be time to face up to things, but until then he just wanted to hide, play call of duty and maybe eat a tonne of Cheetos. He stumbled into the small bathroom that adjoined his room and raided the cupboard for some Tylenol. He threw two in his mouth and drank some water to help them down and then crawled back into his bed. At around 10 am, Carol softly knocked on his door.

"Come in." He said in his best sick voice.
"Hey honey." She sat gently on the side of his bed. "Still not feeling well?"

He rolled towards her and nodded. She nodded back and placed a hand on his head. It didn't feel hot, she frowned a little.

"You don't have a temperature. What's wrong?" she asked, concerned. Finn didn't usually fake, and she guessed she knew her son well enough to know when something was up.

"I didn't sleep great last night. I have a headache and I feel tired." He mumbled slightly, causing her to strain to listen.

"Is something else wrong? Did something happen at school?" she rubbed her hand gently up and down his back and waited a few moments for a response.

He shook his head and she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. She knew sometimes getting Finn to talk about things was like squeezing blood from a stone, and if this is one of those times then maybe it was just best to leave him.

"Okay honey." She kissed his forehead and stood up off the bed. "I'm going to the store in an hour, do you need anything?" She said as she walked towards the door and opened it.

"...Cheetos." he whimpered. She closed the door behind her, smiling and shaking her head slightly.

For Blaine though, things would have to go differently, as much as he wanted to retreat into a shell of sleep and junk food he couldn't He was thinking of heading back to Dalton early, but then he got a text from Kurt about meeting at the Lima bean to talk. He knew he had to face the music. If Finn wanted him to tell Kurt it was all his fault, then he felt like he had to. He didn't want to make things worse for Finn and maybe by saying it was just experimentation on his part, people might go easier on him. Blaine woke up aching and still tired. He showered and dressed himself in a white shirt, red pants and his favourite deck shoes. It was already almost midday. Every time he remembered Finn's conversation his heart sunk into his feet. When he first woke up, he had thought it was a dream, but after checking his call history 5 times, he realised it really was over. Everything that happened meant he had potentially lost one of his best friends, maybe even his closest one. Blaine wondered how Finn could be so ruthless about it, but deep down he knew why. Finn didn't want to wait any more and Blaine couldn't bring himself to let Kurt down. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe they could all move on and be normal. Somehow, Blaine doubted it, but maybe today he would tell Kurt he wanted a break. He resolved to tell Kurt that they should take a break from their relationship, to both cool off and have a little time to think about what they wanted. He had a conversation planned in his head by the time he reached the Lima Bean to meet Kurt. But the problem with planning conversations is that the other persons' response isn't always what you'd expect.

The first thing that threw Blaine was Kurt's hug when they saw each other. He came straight over, and threw his arms around him, like nothing had happened.

The second was how Kurt didn't even acknowledge yesterday, Blaine's presence at McKinley, the conversation he had with Finn… he was his usual chatty self, telling Blaine about glee club and asking about Dalton. After getting their coffees and sitting at a table for two people, Kurt could feel Blaine withdrawing slightly.

"Okay." Kurt said, halfway through a description of a fabulous jacket he had seen online. "I guess we have to talk about you know what." He sighed and ran his finger around the rim of his coffee cup.

"We don't have to, I mean, I thought you'd want to…" Blaine quietly replied with his hands placed in his lap and his head slightly lowered.

"I thought I did. But Blaine, I forgive you. I mean, we weren't even dating properly, and I'm not mad at you for kissing Rachael, so it would be hypocritical to be mad at you now." Kurt sighed, looking at his boyfriends face.

"Kurt, I'm not sure…" Blaine said, stopping to allow Kurt to interrupt.

"Finn told me everything; all I need for you to tell me is that it's true." He waited for Blaine's response. Blaine took a deep breath, weighing up the outcome of every response he could give.

He could go with "Finn lied. It was both of us and I loved it." Then he could watch Kurt crumble, receive a coffee in his face and then never speak to Kurt again for hurting him, or Finn for making it all so much worse for him.
He could say "Finn is the innocent party, it was me." And get a coffee in his face, but also lose all contact with Kurt and any hope of ever being able to speak to Finn again.
He could pretend to faint or say his phone is ringing. Or he could just tell Kurt what Finn told him to say.

"What Finn told you was true; I was drunk, he was curious. It was silly, just like how I kissed Rachael." Blaine steadied his breathing which was beginning to waver through emotions. "I came to McKinley so I could tell you because I kept having anxiety nightmares over you finding out and something worse than this happening. But Finn found me first and tried to convince me to carry on lying."

Kurt nodded and smiled weakly. Blaine felt terrible but ecstatic at the same time. He was so glad his boyfriend was willing to forgive him, but at what price? Everything felt wrong, but he was so relieved things could return to normal. Blaine forced the most convincing smile across his face and took his boyfriends hand across the table. Kurt beamed back at him.
"Come on, I wanted to head to the mall for a while." Kurt let go, stood up and threw his bag over his shoulder, holding his hand out for Blaine to go with him. Throughout their day together, Blaine felt happy. He couldn't deny that he loved spending time with Kurt and loved his voice and his face and his smile and laugh, but at the back of his mind he felt incredibly guilty. He wrote the feeling off as a hangover of yesterday. This was what everyone wanted so Blaine felt obliged to go along with it.

They had a good day together, Kurt seemed happy and that made Blaine feel better, but when he was alone that night, watching a rubbish movie, he didn't feel so good any more He let his mind wander to Finn, and what he was doing tonight, and then Kurt and why he had even forgiven him and everything that had happened the day before when Blaine had gone to McKinley. He regretted that so much.

Almost a week ago he had been sat in the common room with Sebastian, Wesley and David, talking warbler stuff. They had a concert soon, which would be a dry run for Regionals, where they would face New Directions.
"Do we have to do Katy Perry again?" Sebastian rolled his head. "There's only so much a man can take." He smiled his wicked grin at Blaine.
"You literally just want to do a One Direction song because you think the one with curly hair is hot!" Blaine interjected pushing Sebastian playfully and laughing.
"Guys, we have to go hard or go home." Wes said frankly. "We have to really kill this performance and I think a massive pop hit is definitely the way to do that." He looked back down at the piece of paper he had been jotting things down on. Blaine was fiddling with his phone in his right hand, twitching it around, holding it up to rest on his chin and then putting it back down, unlocking it to check if he had any messages. Sebastian noticed.

"Waiting for an important call?" Sebastian asked, nodding towards the phone.
"Not really, just the boyfriend." Blaine lied and placed the phone gently on the armrest. Sebastian nodded and the subject quickly went back to their upcoming show. After a few minutes, his phone buzzed loudly, by this time Sebastian was standing up, showing his ideas for their performance. He heard the buzz and lunged for the phone, grabbing it just before Blaine could. He quickly drew it up to his face to look. Blaine leapt up after him, swiping for the phone.
"I thought your boyfriends name was Kurt?!" He said and ran to the other side of the room and Blaine quickly followed.
"Come on Bas! Give it back." Blaine jumped on Sebastian and wrestled him on to the couch. Blaine was much stronger than Sebastian had assumed and got the phone back easily after a little rolling around. He stood up slightly embarrassed by what had taken place and sat back in the seat.
"If you two are quite finished…" David said, looking at them pointedly. Sebastian straightened his blazer, checked his hair and sat back next to Blaine.
"That was fun." He winked and Blaine pulled a face at him. "But who's Finn? You two seem…pretty close?"
Shit. Blaine thought. He'd been able to read the text, or maybe some of the others. Blaine threw his head back in frustration.
"He's just a friend." He said. He didn't want to go into it, no one knew he even had a friend called Finn, let alone that he was his boyfriend's step-brother and they had fooled around at a party.
"He's a friend? That you're dying to see?" Sebastian asked. Wes and David were busy on the other side of the room, thinking of some steps they could perform to a song Blaine didn't know yet.
"Please, drop it Sebastian." Blaine whined.
"Oh no, I can't just drop it. This sounds like my kind of thing." He smiled again, nudging Blaine for answers.
Blaine began to explain the situation, but played down the feelings he felt for Finn in an effort to make it all seem much more neutral.
"You sly dog!" Sebastian said, "I did not have you pegged as that kind of guy." Sebastian was still grinning, his hair carefully quiffed, moving along with the way his head moved when he spoke.
"I'm so not that kind of guy." Blaine said quickly. At least he thought he wasn't that kind of guy.
All day Sebastian was dropping hints to the rest of their friends about Blaine's situation. It made Blaine feel uncomfortable and he wasn't his usual self. He didn't feel like bubbly Blaine, he felt like heavy, dull Blaine.

Talking it over with Sebastian made him realise the seriousness of what he and Finn were doing, the texts, the phone calls, the feelings. For ages he thought the "I want to see you soon." and "what if's" were innocent. From Monday until Friday the guilt and tension built up inside of him and he couldn't stop thinking about it, until an offhand comment from Nick about how even texting someone else in a relationship is cheating made him crack. He decided that they all knew, and they were all judging him. Sebastian must have told them all and they would eventually tell Kurt.
"I have to go." He told Sebastian as he was packing his laptop and a few clothes into a bag in their dorm room. "I don't feel well, I have to go home." Before Sebastian could even open his mouth to find out what was up, Blaine was rushing down the hall to his car.
He called Finn, who had just finished football practice by the time he arrived at McKinley. He knew what he was doing was dangerous and would have repercussions if anyone saw him, but it was the middle of a school day and he was sure everyone would be in class. And he couldn't wait. He had to see Finn and now. He vaguely knew the grounds of McKinley from a couple of visits with Kurt and made his way to the boys locker room when he found out Finn was alone and waiting there for him. He managed to make it there undetected by going through the entrance that backed onto the football field, and Finn was waiting for him by the door to let him in. Blaine pushed past him into the room and looked panicked.

"What are you doing here?" Finn looked full of worry and enveloped Blaine into a hug.
"I couldn't put it off any more, I had to see you." Blaine said breathlessly into Finn's chest, clutching him tight.
"Some guys found out about us at school, and I think they might tell Kurt." He said, tears forming in his eyes. Finn clenched his fists and moved away.
"Oh... What do we do?" he said, resting his head on a locker. "I guess we have to stop." He said, sadness filled his eyes and he moved towards Blaine, and sat heavily on the bench in front of him.
"I don't want to end it." Blaine began to sob hard, so Finn placed his hands gently on his hips and pulled him close. "I want to tell Kurt, but I don't know how. I don't want to hurt him." Blaine said as he placed his hands around Finns head and ran his fingers through his hair.
"God, I've missed you." Finn's muffled voice said, breathing deeply to take in Blaine's presence and his scent. Blaine let out a choked sob and Finn stood up from the bench, pulling him into an embrace.
"It'll be okay." He whispered into Blaine's forehead. "We'll be okay." He kissed it gently, and then they heard a thud outside of the door and saw Mercedes face, her mouth wide open.
"Oh no." Blaine said, pushing himself off of Finn and running for the door.
"Blaine!" Finn said, loudly trying to grab the boy's arm, but he was out the door, and Mercedes was gone.