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Just calm down, Kurt told himself at lunch the next day, while sitting in the cafeteria by himself. Violence is never the answer.

Of course, if violence had been the answer, Kurt would've taken out his aggression on Roger McKay, who at that moment was sitting at the table opposite his, chatting happily away with Blaine.

Kurt clutched his fork in his hands so tightly he thought he'd drawn blood. Why wasn't Blaine putting a stop to this? Why wasn't he telling Roger that he had a boyfriend?

But most importantly, why the hell was he flirting back?

"Calm down," Kurt whispered aloud. "Get a hold of yourself." Blaine is not going to cheat on you, he reminded himself, or he would just have broken up with you instead of giving you a second chance. However, when he glanced back at his boyfriend, he wasn't so sure.

"Blaine trouble?" a voice asked, and Kurt spun in his seat to see Johnny standing above him with a plate full of food. The younger boy took a seat beside him, unscrewing the cap on his water. "I saw them sitting together." Johnny nodded pointedly in their direction, and Kurt sighed.

"Yes," he began, looking wistfully at Blaine, who looked more animated than Kurt had seen him in weeks. "It's confusing to see him over there. He gave me another chance, didn't he? If Blaine knew things between us were beyond repair, he should've just broken it off, right?"

"Maybe Blaine's just being nice," Johnny suggested, while ignoring Kurt's last question. "It's possible that he just feels sorry for Roger, because he has no one to sit with."

At his unsteady tone, Kurt raised an eyebrow and motioned to the full table of boys, all of whom were vying for Roger's attention.

Johnny sighed, having understood Kurt's gesture. "Then I don't know."

"It's just so irritating to see him blatantly flirt with someone who isn't me!" Kurt exclaimed suddenly, slamming a fist onto the table and causing Johnny to jump. He wasn't prone to loud outbursts like this, but he couldn't help but think of how good it felt to hit something. "I mean, what happened? Does he not find me attractive anymore?"

A flustered Johnny sputtered out, "I'm sure he does-"

"I'm still the same damn person! We may have grown apart, but that doesn't mean that we can't sew ourselves back together-"

"You're absolutely right, Kurt," Johnny began. "I had a really good idea-"

"-and what the hell is with picking Roger McKay? If Blaine were to cheat on me, I hope it would be with someone who's not such a gargantuan prick-"

"Kurt, I said I had an idea-"

"-with absolutely no taste! Honestly, he watches Beer League once a week with his band of hooligan lacrosse players-"

"KURT!"

At Johnny's eruption, Kurt fell silent, staring at the freshman in slight amazement.

Johnny smirked. "Thank you. Anyways, I had this idea of how to help you with Blaine…and ace our song."

"And what is this marvelous idea of yours?" Kurt asked, his voice still laced with annoyance and anger.

"Well, sing to him. For the performance, I mean. Make sure he knows that you're singing for him, and only him. I thought My Chemical Romance's 'I Don't Love You' would be good-"

"Johnny!" Kurt exclaimed, looking at him like he was mad. "I can't very well sing a song entitled 'I Don't Love You' and expect Blaine to come rushing into my arms!"

Johnny huffed. "Well, we have to have this freaking song by day after tomorrow! What do you suggest? Something slow, or fast? I still think…"

He began to trail off as he caught sight of Kurt's face. The expression displayed on Kurt's features was one of intense realization, and Johnny was confused.

"What is it?" he asked curiously. "What are you thinking about?"

"Johnny," Kurt began slowly, a smile spreading over his lips. "I think I know what I'm going to do."

….

Today's Dare:

In addition to saying nothing negative to your spouse again today, do at least one unexpected gesture as an act of kindness.

'What is desirable in a man is his kindness.' (Proverbs 19:22)

Scowling at the Bible verse, Kurt shut the book in his hands, wondering what he'd do for that day's dare. It was almost time for Blaine to get home from his SAT prep, and he couldn't help but panic slightly.

He toyed with the pages of the book lightly, thinking. It was almost eleven, so he didn't have much time to come up with a fantastic act of kindness that would prove his love to Blaine.

After lunch that day, Kurt had been feeling even more distressed with the situation; how was he supposed to get Blaine to fall in love with him again if there was zero cooperation from his boyfriend?

At that moment the door opened, and Blaine walked in as Kurt hid the book behind his back. Blaine set his bag on the floor and threw himself on the bed, burying his face in the pillow.

Kurt coughed to cover the sound of his dropping the book on the floor, before kicking it under the bed. Walking slowly over to Blaine's nearly lifeless form, he cleared his throat.

"How'd it go?" he asked in a voice that didn't sound like his own.

Blaine groaned. "Terrible. My back is killing me."

Suddenly, an idea sparked in Kurt's mind. He nearly gasped in realization, ecstatic that he had figured out a way to complete that day's dare.

"Would you like me to give you a back rub?"

Blaine sat up at that, giving Kurt a confused glance that looked almost annoyed. Kurt really couldn't blame him; he almost never did anything with or to Blaine anymore, and suddenly offering a service that required close touching was bound to puzzle him.

"Um," Blaine began, getting on his knees, his movement bouncing the mattress below him slightly. "Sure."

You can do this, Kurt thought as he got on his knees behind Blaine. Blaine slowly took off his blazer, tie, and shirt, and Kurt couldn't help but become inarticulate as he saw his muscular physique for the first time in what seemed like ages.

Throwing the clothing onto the floor, Blaine blushed. "Okay. I'm ready."

You can do this, Kurt thought again, as he began to knead the muscles on Blaine's back and shoulders. He was slightly nervous; he'd never given anyone a back massage before.

Blaine suddenly groaned, and Kurt stiffened.

"What? Are you okay?" he asked frantically, taking his hands off of the shorter boy as if they'd been badly burned.

"Yeah, just- just try not to hit that spot again."

"Okay," Kurt said, placing his hands once again on Blaine's back. He worked the muscle in Blaine's shoulder, as if testing the waters. "Was that better?"

"Just a little to the left-"

Kurt moved his hands again, farther over his shoulder. "This?"

"No- too far- ow!"

Moving his hands again, Kurt asked, "What about this?"

"Left…now a little to the right-"

"Here?" Kurt asked, and accidentally jolted forward from his precarious position on his knees. His hands slid all the way down Blaine's chest reminiscent of a hooker trying to get a man's motor going. "Oh, sorry…"

"Stop." Blaine's voice was harsh as he uttered the single syllable, before breaking out of Kurt's grasp. "You're just going to make it worse."

Blaine stood up, huffing. Without dressing, he stalked out of the room, presumably to go shower. He slammed the door on his way out, and the sound resonated in Kurt's eardrums for a minute straight.

Not even caring if Blaine were to walk back into the room, Kurt pulled his knees to his chest, his face crumpling.

'You're just going to make it worse', his mind echoed Blaine's voice, and he bit his lip.

"I think I already have, Blaine," Kurt said to the empty room, a single tear falling from his face to the bedspread below.

…

"Kris Allen?"

Smiling excitedly, Kurt nodded a brief yes to Johnny, who in turn just shook his head, obviously not understanding what he was getting at.

"I'm not sure, Kurt…how will my violin fit into a Kris Allen song?" he asked, his tone doubtful.

Sighing, the older boy got off of his bed to pull his laptop off of the desk. He pressed the power button and smiled over at Johnny. "Well, I think I've found a song that will showcase your talents on violin, and mine on piano. Of course, I'll be singing-"

"But, Kurt," Johnny cut him off. "Only one of us can play an instrument."

"I only recall them specifying that one plays while the other sings."

Johnny's brows furrowed. "That's what I just said…"

"Johnny, I'm sure if I ask them nicely, they will give us permission to both play." Kurt sighed again, turning to his computer. He pulled up his iTunes and browsed the library until he found the song he was looking for, before pressing play.

'Life's been blindin' me

From what I thought I'd see

Is there clarity in this insanity? (yeah)

What's she want from me? (yeah)'

"Of course," Kurt interjected after this much of the song had played, pausing it, "I will alter the lyrics slightly to 'what's he want from me'."

Johnny nodded in understanding, and leaned over Kurt to play the song again.

'Roads in front of me

Takin' me astray

Are you leaving me?

Or are you leading the way?

Can you hear what I'm saaayin'?'

Kurt's eyes filled with moisture, and a familiar pain coursed through his chest as Kris Allen began to sing the chorus:

'I need to know

I need to know'

That pain was heartbreak.

'I need to knoo-o-oow

I need to know'

Kurt pressed the pause button again, smiling tentatively at Johnny, eagerly awaiting his reaction. He wiped away the tears in his eyes, scolding himself for being such a maudlin person, so that he could survey Johnny's response to the song.

"Wow," was all Johnny said.

"'Wow'?" Kurt asked in disbelief, thinking that Johnny's shocked feedback was a bad thing. "Is that all you think about it?"

"I mean wow as in, like…wow."

Finding himself annoyed, Kurt slammed his laptop shut before carrying it over to his desk, cursing under his breath all the while. "Well, if you don't like it, I suppose we could choose something you'd like to do," Kurt said coldly, zipping up his computer in it's case.

"No!" Johnny suddenly exclaimed, and Kurt whirled, confused. "It's freaking perfect, why the hell would you want to do something I suggested?"

"I thought you didn't like it," Kurt said, his eyebrows knit close together.

"Did you not understand the meaning of 'wow'?"

Kurt snorted. "I'm sorry that I don't speak in disjointed phrases consisting of one syllable. If you like to converse in such a manner, I recommend visiting my brother, Finn."

Johnny let out a high, reedy chuckle. "Whoa, calm down there, horsey! No need to get all time-of-the-monthy on me, here. I liked it, and it fits really well. I don't necessarily think it will make Blaine just, you know, throw himself on you and ravage you, but I think it'll show him how serious you are about your relationship."

Somewhat stunned, Kurt uttered, "That was surprisingly deep, Johnny."

Sniffing smugly, Johnny countered, "I try."

"Yes, I'm sure your psychological expertise wins over all of the ladies."

Johnny laughed. "Not really. But, hey, speaking of-" he paused, glancing at his watch "- I happen to have a date, Mr. Know-it-all." Standing, Johnny grabbed his coat and bookbag, before turning back to Kurt. "Oh, and I meant to ask before: what's today's dare?"

Kurt sighed, obviously disenchanted with the thought of trying to once again fulfill the challenge given to him, after the previous day's embarrassment. Nonetheless, he got off of the bed and lifted the mattress to reveal the book, which was slightly rumpled from supporting the weight of an eighteen-year-old boy. Opening the book to Day 3, he began to read aloud:

"'Whatever you put your time, energy, and money into will become more important to you. It's hard to care for something you are not investing in. Along with restraining from negative comments, buy your spouse something that says, "I was thinking of you today"'."

Oh no.

"Damn it," Kurt breathed. He groaned. His car was in his dad's shop back in Lima; how was he going to buy something for Blaine?

An idea sparked in Kurt's mind as he remembered something that Johnny had told him; though only fifteen years old, he had gotten a car soon after getting his permit in the summer. Perhaps...

Lacking his normal eloquence, he muttered, "Um, Johnny, could you-"

"Already on it," the freshman sighed, obviously thinking along the same lines as Kurt, and pulled out his cell phone to cancel his date.

So yeah. As for why Johnny has a car, his family is wealthy, like the families of most Dalton boys.

BUT UPDATE INFO:

I am happy to say that once again, my Big Time Rush fanfiction is active. The only bad thing is, balancing two fanfics at the same time requires free time, and plenty of it.

If you've read my Big Time Rush fic, you'll know that I have a LOT of extracurriculars.

So, updates will be kind of hectic, but I'll try to squeeze them in every time I have the chance.

And another thing: yeah, I know, it's Big Time Rush. Don't make fun. My first BTR story has over forty thousand hits. Get it.

AND LASTLY: No, I will not be 'forgetting about this fic', as I believe one reviewer suggested. Thank you for your concern, but the only time I've 'forgotten' about a fic was an Outsiders story, and to be honest I didn't really care about that one in the first place.