A/N: So first off, I love writing a story where Blaine is the mythical creature instead of Kurt Second, I forget when I wrote that Blaine had adopted parents, but just so you know, their last name is not Anderson, that's his birth parents' name. And thirdly, I've been starving for some Klaine, and it's finally coming! So yay. Took long enough right? Right. Also I'm super sorry for taking so long to update. I was on Orcas Island for the week and was unable to save my updates because I was on my dad's computer... that's all Love y'all.

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Kurt wasn't usually one to get so upset over a boy. But it was Blaine! And it wasn't just that he didn't get the boy, it's that he couldn't get the boy. It was like the Finn incident all over again, but worse purely because of the fact that this boy had lied. About being gay! Who does that!

So here he was; sitting on his bed, surrounded by crumpled up tissues, watching The Little Mermaid on his laptop. Eventually he had to turn it off because Prince Eric reminded him too much of Blaine.

Kurt had hit rock bottom.

He wanted to sleep but wasn't sure if that was possible; either because of the grief, or possibly because he just really didn't want to see Sage in a dream again. Maybe his dream was telling him something. Well... that something sucked.

When David walked into his room, the first thing he saw was Kurt lying on his stomach, face in a pillow, with an empty tissue box on one side of him and a trash bin full of tissues on the other.

"Hey buddy..." David greeted hesitantly. "Something you wanna talk about?"

Kurt refused to move so his next sentence translated roughly to "Mmphng gmmng hnngm!" with a sad little squeak to finish it off.

David raised an eyebrow and went to sit on his own bed near the far side of the room.

"...what was that?"

Kurt finally dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom to clean himself up. He washed his face and blew his nose one final time before coming out to confront David.

"It's Blaine," was all that came out before he burst into tears again.

David's eyes widened and he quickly hopped up to catch Kurt and bring him to the couch.

"What about him? He doesn't have a boyfriend does he?"

Kurt gave a loud sniffle and looked his roommate in the eyes.

"David... he has a girlfriend."

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Wes and the rest of the Warblers, minus Blaine, all picked up their phones simultaneously. The message was simple enough, Emergency Warbler meeting. Meet in the senior commons in 5. Don't tell Blaine.

Wes turned to his roommate who was oddly enough, sitting on his bed doing absolutely nothing.

"So, Blaine. I'll be right back. I just have to uh... get a snack." Blaine gave an almost imperceptible nod, still staring intently at his sheets. Wes slipped out the door and broke into a brisk jog.

He was one of the last Warblers to make it to the room and when he stepped inside, everyone seemed to be sitting, dead silent save for Kurt who was sniffling in a chair in the corner. Wes slumped into his usual seat and waited for the stragglers to file in. When everyone was present and accounted for, David cleared his throat and began speaking.

"I'm sorry for calling you all down here an hour before Warblers rehearsal is even due to start, but I've just been informed of a serious crisis."

The acapella group started murmuring to one another before Jeff finally asked what was on everyone's mind.

"...what is it?"

David glanced at Kurt, who was staring down at his lap, eyes still red and puffy.

"It's Blaine as most of you could've guessed. The thing is... is that... he..."

Kurt stood, drawing all the attention to him. "He has a girlfriend," Kurt said in a dangerously level tone.

All went silent once again before the room synchronously erupted into a chorus of outraged shouts and it made Kurt feel just a little better knowing that everyone else was mad at Blaine now too.

David gestured for Wes to pick up the gavel, but Wes' jaw was hanging open and he was completely zoned out. David rolled his eyes, picked up the gavel, and brought it down twice, hard. It did nothing to help the rabble. David threw his hands up in defeat and sat down, thankful when Thad gave an ear splitting whistle.

"EVERYONE! SHUT UP!"

34 eyes shot to Thad who casually swept his hand in David's direction.

"I know this is shocking, but we have to ensure that Blaine doesn't find out that we know. Imagine what his life would be like with everyone ignoring him. Especially since he's our lead singer!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, "He deserves it!"

Another shouted, "Why did he lie?"

David cleared his throat and announced, "All personal questions must be addressed to Kurt. He's the one who received the information first hand."

Kurt received several pitying looks, all of which he ignored. Everyone in the Warblers, hell, everyone in the school probably knew how he'd felt about 's adorable sad face would probably guarantee that very few people would be on Blaine's side in this dispute.

David was at a loss for words so he just dismissed everyone from their little rendezvous and left. Everyone else flooded over to Kurt and attacked him with questions.

"Who is she?"

"When did this happen?"

"Are you really upset?"

Kurt scoffed and rolled his eyes. Ignoring questions could only last so long and idiotic questions did not help.

"No. I am completely ecstatic that one of my best friends has been lying to me since I first met him. I want. To jump. For joy," he finished through gritted teeth.

Kurt was practically shaking and everyone got the message, loud and clear, that he did not want to talk right now...

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Blaine sat. Not feeling empowered to move or even to think too much.

Wes mumbled something and Blaine just nodded; unblinking, unseeing.

When Blaine was alone he finally fell backwards, head leaning off the side of the bed.

"I am a complete moron. I'm an asshole. I am awful." Blaine sort of chanted this for a few minutes before finally thinking of someone else for a change.

He imagined what Kurt was doing right now. Was he mad? Sad? Torn apart inside and heartbroken?

All of the above, most likely.

Love.

It was a really big word. Love. Not like, or tolerate. Love.

Blaine was not looking forward to Warblers practice. Maybe Kurt just wouldn't show up? Blaine had to show up unfortunately. And he had to sing. A happy song.

Damn you Katy Perry.

Wes entered not long after, angry vibes emanating from his skin.

"Feeling crappy?" he asked Blaine.

"Entirely."

"Good."

Blaine sat up. "What's gotten into you?"

Wes kept walking around the room, picking random things off the floor and throwing them into the garbage simply so his hands had something to do. "I'm just in kind of in a pissed off mood. How 'bout you?"

Blaine watched Wes suspiciously. "I'm just tired."

"Alright. Well, I don't feel like I can be in the same room as you for very much longer so I'll see you in an hour!" Wes yelled as he slammed the door shut behind him.

...What the hell?

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Stupid Dalton and the stupid glee club that met every stupid weekday.

As Blaine entered the room, he found everyone already there. That was weird. Usually Blaine was one of the first people there. Every sound in the room suddenly became magnified as every Warbler looked at him. Some blankly, some with a look of utter disgust. Blaine flicked his eyes over to Kurt for a split second and his heart broke. Kurt was sitting on a couch that could easily hold 4 people, but he was all alone. He had his legs crossed, fingers intertwined in his lap, sitting ramrod straight, with his eyes glued to the floor. But what killed Blaine was that his lips trembled every few seconds, the skin all around his eyes was red, and when he sniffled, he turned his head away from Blaine almost in a shameful manner.

"Ahem," Wes cleared his throat. "Take a seat, Warbler Blaine."

Blaine's eyes scanned the room and landed on the only available seat in the room.

Kurt's couch.

He sceptically took a step towards Kurt. And another, and another until we was finally at the other end of the couch, where he took a seat on the arm.

"So..." Wes began. He opened his mouth again, but nothing came out.

Blaine raised both eyebrows and slowly asked, "Any ideas for Regionals?"

Nothing.

Blaine finally voiced what was on his mind. "What's going on? You guys are staring at me like I murdered someone and you're staying away from Kurt like he has the plague!"

This time, everyone looked at David, desperately seeking permission to tell Blaine.

David realized his mistake too late; it would be nearly impossible to keep the secret until Regionals.

In that same second, Kurt realized he would have to take responsibility for this at some point. Why not now?

Kurt, avoiding Blaine's eyes at all costs whispered, "I told them."

Blaine's mouth went dry. "You... I..."

The two boys now stared into each other's eyes, Blaine's scared, and Kurt's blazing. "I told them, Blaine. I told David. Word spreads. You didn't honestly expect that it would stay a secret forever did you?"

Blaine tried to back out slowly but stumbled on the rug and just turned around, bolting out the door. The second the door slammed, he realized that'd been a mistake. He couldn't just walk back into the room because he'd look like a total idiot. But everyone knew. He was a total idiot. The sad part was that he had thought he could keep it a secret forever.

And it would be forever.

He was marrying Sage. That had been planned as soon as Blaine hit puberty since they needed to know what he'd look like. The Fairweathers had deemed Blaine the most visually acceptable to marry their daughter based on their strong belief that you have to look good if want to rule a city. Well back to the subject at hand. Blaine was screwed. No wonder Wes had been so pissed at him earlier. Blaine dragged his fingers through his heavily gelled curls and started to walk, to run, to an undetermined location.

Five minutes later found Blaine wandering through the small patch of forest where the gate to Leikai was. He huffed and knew he'd need to take care of Sage sooner or later. It wasn't fair that they had no say in the relationship whatsoever. This is the kind of thing that he would break up with her over, but unfortunately, that couldn't happen. Blaine postponed the trip to mull over what had happened exactly in his head. He slowly and carefully stepped around the tree and sat against the side facing away from where someone could come hurtling out at any second.

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Sage sat on a step in the middle of the staircase that led to her home. She was hurt, sad, and kind of scared for what was to come with Blaine, assuming he didn't just ignore her forever. But upon further inspection she remembered that they were incapable of breaking up due to the marriage arrangement.

Crap. Blaine's probably pissed out of his mind at me. Why did I do that again? Oh yeah. Kurt was being really gay. Ugh. But Blaine is mine! I love him and he loves me...

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Sage loves me and I love her... probably. Maybe. Actually...

Blaine wasn't too sure. They'd been dating a year, if you can even call it dating. It was more along the lines of being forced together and forced to like each other. Minus the forced to like each other part. Sage and Blaine just kind of grew together. Sage admitted her love constantly, every day she saw him, but Blaine had yet to say the three simple words aloud.

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None of the Warblers knew what to do after that. Kurt shook his head and closed his eyes, letting his head grow heavy and collapse into his hand, rubbing at his temple.

"Sorry, I felt like it was necessary. Some of you looked poised to attack him and I think he deserved some sort of explanation. Just... I'm sorry," Kurt apologized to the choir room.

"No, Kurt," Wes held up his hand to the younger boy. "It was just a matter of timing. If you hadn't said something, someone else would've within a few seconds."

Jeff jumped up and defended that statement by sharing, "Yeah... I was waiting for David to give me permission to slap him. Or jump on him. Or tackle his little hobbit ass to the floor and scream at him." Jeff shrugged.

Kurt nodded slowly. "Alright... well what now? How are we supposed to practice with our lead singer probably making out with his girlfriend somewhere?" The words burned Kurt's throat and he wished he could swallow them back down to where they could never be found again.

Wes blinked several times and looked around the room. "I guess... we... um... this meeting is adjourned," he finalized with a bang of his gavel.

Kurt left immediately, but several Warblers held back to discuss some pressing issues. David rubbed his jaw thoughtfully and looked at the small cluster of boys.

"What the hell are we gonna do? Everyone's pissed at him. He's probably gonna ignore every single one of us for the rest of his life."

He pointed at Wes. "You're his roommate. I vote that you talk to him."

"Wha-about what!" Wes stammered.

Jeff smirked to himself at the back of the gathering. "I know. Wes, you can stay in my room until I'm finished. I have a pretty good idea of what to do." Everyone was now looking at Jeff intently.

Finally, Thad asked, "What is it?"

Jeff just grinned and muttered a little, "Nothing," before skipping out of the choir room and down the hall, leaving several confused teenagers in his wake.

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Blaine was pretty sure he was over-working his brain so he gave up on thinking and walked around the tree, contemplating his options. He ran a hand down the tree and practically felt the stress that came with the journey. He withdrew his hand and trudged towards his dorm and before he knew it, he was in his room with...

"Jeff, what are you doing in my room? Where's Wes? Get out!" Blaine shouted, his facial expressions ranging from surprised to confused to angry in less than three seconds. Jeff just gave a little idiotic smile that fit on his face so well and half waved.

"I'm in your room because I'm going to talk to you, Wes is in my room, and no, I'm not leaving."

Blaine walked forward to sit on his bed, directly across from his blond friend who sat on the edge of Wes' bed.

"Talk to me about what...?"

Jeff jumped up, his grin growing, and excitedly yelled, "LOVE, BLAINE!" before picking up the darker haired singer with a tight hug. Blaine's eyes nearly popped out of his head at this and he started trying to pry the arms around his waist off and finally succeeded.

"Thanks Jeff... but you're not my type. Sorry."

Jeff sat back down and clasped his hands together before bringing them up to his mouth so that his thumb knuckles were pressed to his bottom lip.

"Oh, I know I'm not. But you know who is? Kurt," he pointed to the wall farthest from the beds; where David and Kurt's room was located.

"Jeff," Blaine sighed in an exasperated tone, "you already know. Why are you making me feel so much worse about it?"

Jeff flopped back onto Wes' bed and looked up at the ceiling. "I'm serious, dude. You'd be perfect together. I say you go for it."

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut and willed this annoying boy to get the hell out of his room.

"Jeff. Did you not hear what Kurt said? I have a girlfriend. He wasn't kidding."

Jeff's voice rose with his body. "BLAINE. Stop lying to yourself and to me. Unlike apparently every other guy in this school, I have eyes. Sure, I see how Kurt looks at you, everyone does, but I see you too! I can read body language. You like him Blaine. Tell me, right now, that you don't think he's gorgeous." Jeff threw his hands up in the air. He knew he'd gotten Blaine; trapped him in a corner.

Blaine looked to the ground and opened his mouth to say something, but he felt oddly compelled to be honest with this boy. When he saw Jeff's snide smile he furrowed his brows and put up a fight.

"That doesn't necessarily mean I'm attracted to him though."

Jeff rolled his eyes at the pathetic rebuttal. "You're just kidding yourself. Do you want my advice?"

"Not particularly."

"I say, you dump the chick and go for Kurt."

Blaine suppressed a moan from trying to deal with this.

"You don't understand. I can't dump her."

Jeff chuckled. "I know it's hard, but it has to be done if you want a happy life."

"No, Jeff," Blaine tried to explain, "I actually can't break up with her."

Jeff held up his hand, signalling for Blaine to stop talking. "I'm not gonna hear it. I've got a kick-ass plan to sweep Kurt off his feet and have him landing in your generously outstretched arms."

"...what is it exactly?" Blaine was almost scared to ask.

Jeff just patted him on the back and skipped over to the door a little too perkily.

"I'll tell you tomorrow. I've enjoyed this little bro chat. Peace, man." And with one final giggle, he was gone.

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"I'm just saying. Grape should be something else like... le grape or something. It's too confusing when grape is raisin and then raisin is... what is raisin again?" David was completely and utterly confused.

Kurt groaned and let his head fall back onto the couch. Teaching David French was a pain in the ass to say the least. Kurt honestly didn't understand how David could be so good at Spanish and so awful at French. At least university only required one language. Oh well... tutoring David was a great distraction.

"Raisin is French. Raisin was originally a French word and we use that same French word. Raisin isn't even English," Kurt explained for probably the fourth time in the last half hour. David chose to ignore Kurt, closing his book and pulling out his phone instead. Kurt stood up and walked to his bed in defeat, also checking his phone. He had one message from Jeff that said, Hey man. Sorry about Blaine, but I think I have something that'll make you feel better. Meet me tomorrow in the choir room, okay?

Kurt narrowed his eyes in suspicion even though nobody could see it. Anything Jeff had planned was probably insane, but at least he was trying to help. Kurt smiled at the generosity and texted back, Thank you Jeff. I'll see you then.

Jeff smirked and finally relaxed because step one of his plan was going swimmingly.