This new chapter I wrote with my all now. I'm sorry about all the errors in the past chapters (I corrected them now!) I've been in a bad mood the past few weeks and only regained energy to write decent stories once again. I promise from now on, no more half-hearted works done while being forced to get my butt off of the computer! Hopefully I'll actually get some reviews now. Story alerts make me really happy too, but I'd like to know specifically what you think of this. So... err... Review please? I had my birthday a few days ago. Can that be a birthday gift pleeeeaaasseeee?

Haha on with the story now. And I forgot the disclaimers!

DISCLAIMER: The characters used in this story are not mine. They are property of Fox's Glee and the making of this story is under Fan Fiction's law of Fair Use policy. I am in no way making a profit from this, and therefore am free to do with the characters as I please.

"When I was seventeen, my life changed forever," -A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks

Some people say that when two people are meant to be together, all the events in the universe would conspire a life-changing plan to make sure that the two people do get together. Some also believe in the term of soul mates, that to every person there meets a match written in the stars and all we have to do is to trust the heavens into meeting that someone. It takes a lot of time and a lot of struggles will come your way, but if that person really is your soulmate, you can go through fucking hell for all of it. Others think that true love is attained by mere chance, that a life long commitment to a partner is not exactly necessary, but if you happen to find one well then good for you.

It is a world full of theories out there. It's a complicated mess. Even more so when we have no leads as to what to do with our life anymore. In this huge tangle of romantic hypotheses, one does not know which to choose anymore.

"Hey," Kurt said a little breathlessly, "I like your shirt."

Blaine looked down at the blue polo shirt he was wearing. He decided to tone down his outfit for the day. No bowties or suspenders or chucks in absolutely eye-catching colours. Just a plain blue polo tucked into dark skinny jeans.

But of course, his pink sunglasses were still there.

"Thank you. Coming from the great Kurt Hummel, that's a very big compliment," Blaine smiled at him and he felt his breath catch a little.

Kurt noted that Blaine did, in fact, look very smart that day. The toned down outfit made it pretty easier to stare at his god-like face.

Kurt tried not to notice how much like Twilight that just sounded.

Anyway, as he noticed Blaine's bright hazel eyes and charming smile, he wondered if the man before him was aware of how much effect he has on everyone. The way his curls were always gelled down, but not in a way that makes him look like a nerd (though Kurt concluded that he probably was a nerd), the way his long eyelashes spoke out against the contrast of his bright eyes and even to how well-toned his arms are. He also has a way with words, never wanting to be harsh to others unlike the other football players and always friendly. He gets along with everyone, even if he's not necessarily close friends with anyone. He was smart too. And his knowledge in Broadway musicals impressed Kurt to a level he never thought was possible.

Okay, so maybe he was having a little bit of a crush on his new friend. But there's no harm in it, right? It's just a crush. It's not like he had a chance with the guy anyway.

They were standing in front of Kurt's locker when Blaine suddenly approached him with a smile. This was one of the few times you could spot Kurt and Blaine chatting in the hallway. Usually when they'd talk, they'd be within the walls of the choir room, whilst Mr Schuester gives his lecture and right before Kurt gets ready to doze off. They'd talk. They'd crack jokes. They'd make each other laugh and smile until it was clear that the two were very comfortable in each other's company.

"So, it's a Friday," Kurt said with a smile. "I think the weekend's looking pretty good."

"Yeah, I guess it is. No homework due next week and no Saturday football practice. You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna sleep."

Kurt snorted. "Duh, Blaine. It's not like you do anything else."

It was true. Often have they found themselves in a situation where the two would be texting and then all of a sudden, Blaine doesn't reply. It irks Kurt to find out that he'd fallen asleep. His excuse was always "I just feel so tired and all" and no matter how many times Kurt tells him not to sleep on him again, Blaine still kept going at it.

"But Kurt!" Blaine whined, "This is, like, the first day off I get in months! Cut me some slack."

Kurt eyed him suspiciously, and then sighed in defeat. He raised his hands up in surrender. "FIne. You know what? Go ahead. I bet you'd much rather go off into dreamland than talk with me anyway." And Kurt walked away, trying desperately to ignore the way his heart felt crushed.

It was only when Kurt had some time alone that he fully reflected on the situation. He was shocked at how much Blaine had affected him. He knew he was overreacting. Lord knows that man works so hard on the weekdays and does deserve his slumbers, but he couldn't help feeling dejected everytime Blaine falls asleep in the midst of their conversation. He feels as if he doesn't hold Blaine's interest in anyway. And doesn't that hurt when you've only just realized that you have a major crush on the guy?

The next day, Kurt woke up to the ringtone of his phone. Groggily, he held his hand out to his side table without opening his eyes, groaning slightly. He held the phone in front of him and when he tried to open his eyes, dropped it on his face.

That was gonna bruise.

Rubbing his sore nose, he turned on his iPhone to check the new message.

Fr: Blaine; 6:04am

Hey there.

Kurt's eyes raised in utter confusion. What on earth was Blaine doing, texting at this early hour?

And just when he was about to come up with what silly reply his groggy brain could provide, he heard the ringtone again and a new message was sent.

Fr: Blaine; 6:06am

I hope you're awake. If not, text me when you get this. I want to show you something.

This only confused Kurt even more, but he didn't want Blaine to get the impression that he'd want to pry, especially after yesterday's incident. So instead he replied:

To: Blaine; 6:06am

I'm not talking to you. Get back to your sleeping schedule.

And he tossed his phone somewhere else on the bed and went back to sleep.

When he woke up once again, it was already around noon and his phone had no new messages. Good.

However, when he was done with his shower and his meal, curiosity got the best of him and he sent a text to Blaine once again.

To: Blaine; 1:47pm

What did you want to show me?

Less than a minute later, he received a reply.

Fr: Blaine; 1:47pm

You'll have to come outside and see.

Kurt, in all his confusion, could not think of a reply. In a haste, he opened the door and went out to his front yard.

There was Blaine, this time wearing a simple white T-shirt and baggy jeans, looking at him and just... standing.

"Gah!" Kurt exclaimed.

"Hello to you, too," Blaine said jokingly.

"How long have you been here?" Kurt was in absolute shock, unable to take in the situation.

"I dunno, a few hours, I think?" Kurt's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

He started walking towards Blaine and Blaine could see the mix of emotions in Kurt's eyes. But when he reached Blaine, he started slapping him on the chest and shoulders like there's no tomorrow.

"You idiot!" Slap. "What-" Slap. "-the hell-" Slap. "-were you thinking?" Slap.

"Ouch!" Blaine exclaimed, trying to pry Kurt's hands off of him. "Aw! Stop that! Aw!" He grabbed hold of Kurt's wrist and the latter struggled against it, but Blaine kept a firm hold and he eventually resigned. Blaine kept talking, though, and didn't let go.

"You told me to stop sleeping out on you, right? Well, here I am!" And then Blaine flashed that charming smile and Kurt knew he was defeated.

Blaine's hold became gentler, but still firm. He rubbed his thumbs on Kurt's smooth skin and he visibly relaxed. He could've stayed in there forever, but common sense got the best of him.

This was the sweetest thing a guy has ever done for him, even if it didn't exactly seem like a big deal. Their faces were so close and the full intensity of Blaine's gaze bore into his. He felt his face heat up at the thought of what they must have looked like.

"Blaine," he sighed. Blaine became more visibly attentive. "You can't stay here."

"Why? I don't raid fridges in other houses," he joked.

"No, Blaine, it's not that."

"Then what is it?"

Kurt bit his lip, trying to think of a way to explain the situation. "Listen, just text me when you get home, okay? I promise we'll talk then."

"Why not right now? I'm already here. Just tell me why."

Blaine noticed the nervous look in Kurt's eyes but before he could react, Kurt started talking and he blushed a bit more.

"It's not about you. It's just... It's my dad, okay?"

"What about your dad?"

Kurt felt like a volcano now, with the warmth of his face spreading down to his neck and shoulders.

"He, uhm... He sort of doesn't like guys coming over.

That was quite possibly the most embarrassing moment of Kurt's life, telling your pin straight crush he can't stay at his place for fear that his dad would hunt him down with a shotgun. This was exactly why he should have sworn off straight guys long ago.

Blaine was wide-eyed at first, and then realization dawned on him.

"Ohhh."

"Yeah." Kurt said. Slowly, though he didn't exactly want to, he pulled his hands from Blaine's grasp. "I'll see you on Monday."

Blaine smiled at him and that's when Kurt noticed that he was blushing a little bit too. For whatever reason, Kurt doesn't know.

And then Blaine was back to his usual adorable composure. He waved at Kurt as he was walking back to his front door. At the sight of his signature charming smile, Kurt couldn't help the sort of feeling that came over him at the moment. He approached Blaine again and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

Kurt felt like he'd been electrocuted. He jumped and instantly let go as he felt all the blush creeping back his face again. As if he didn't embarrass himself enough already!

When he looked at Blaine, his eyes were wide.

"Uhm, bye." Kurt said and ran back within the confines of his house.

"So I guess that's it for the day. You are all dismissed," Mr Schuester said with a wave of his hand. All the kids in the room rose from their seats and started grabbing their stuff to leave.

I was in the choir room with Mercedes. Bonded together by our common love for music (and a really good pair of Jimmy Choos), I took great pride in having her as a close friend.

"I cannot believe the assignment Mr. Schuester gave us this week," Mercedes said, "Avril Lavigne? Really?"

I laguhed. "I dunno, I think Avril's got some real spunk."

"No duh, Avril's got some real spunk!" Mercedes raised her arms in the air, "But there ain't no way I'm doing her spunk! I got my own spunk, thank you very much!"

"I just couldn't imagine any of us doing an Avril song, I mean individually of course. Our rendition of 'Keep Holding On' was pure genius." The comment made Mercedes smile. "But then again, don't you think that's exactly what Mr. Schue was aiming for? For us to break free from our usual zone and into a foreign one so we can surprise ourselves with our capabilities?"

Mercedes thought about it for a moment. "You got a point there, White Boy. You know what? Sometimes you sound exactly like Blaine."

I felt my breath hitch. To this day, it's still a wonder to me why I'm still affected by stuff like these, why I still get these reactions whenever I hear his name being mentioned. I'd never admit that I miss him, because quite frankly I don't, but I guess it proves to show how stupid I really am when it comes to the guys I fall for.

And as if on cue, Blaine suddenly appeared from a turn in front of us. Mercedes' eyes lit up.

"Blaine!"

"Oh, hello, Mercedes," Blaine said in his usual husky voice. How long has it been since I heard that voice? A week? Two?

You know, not like I care or anything.

"We really miss you at glee club. But I totally understand the pressure Junior year gives on honor students and football players, you know? Though we'd love to have you even for just one jamming session,"

"Thank you. I'll make sure to look up on that offer." Blaine had that charming smile again.

"Well, I have to go now. Bye, Blaine! Bye, Boo!" Mercedes said. She leaned up and kissed my cheek and left.

Blaine was staring at me.

"So..." I said.

"So, how's glee?"

"Going swimmingly," I plastered on an obviously fake smile. "We're doing an assignment on Avril this week."

"Avril? Isn't that kind of lame?"

Even my fake smile fell at that comment. How dare he insult glee club, which he used to be a member of! That was amazingly stupid. How dare he insult the one thing that makes me feel like I'm at home! How dare he ruin everything for me! What happened to the nice, easygoing guy I used to know and love?

Oh yeah, I forgot. He got chucked out the window and rolled with a lawn mower together with all my hopes and dreams of ever having someone love me dearly.

"For your information, nobody asked about your opinion on anything," I said bitterly, "So unless you've magically become head of Supreme Court of justice overnight, I suggest you keep your mouth shut." And then I walked away without looking back.

Ooh, burn. Yeah, that's what you get for messing with bitchy Kurt.

Okay, so maybe I looked back just once.