A/N: Thanks so much for the awesome response to the last chapter! You guys rock! :D

Please ignore the paragraph below unless it pertains to you.

Next, I'd like to address one Guest review- which was poopy because then I have to address this here instead of in a PM- real quick: the person said that someone from Lima wouldn't speak Cleveland'ese (this is in reference to Chapter 1). Well, I'm from Ohio. Cleveland and Lima are less than 3 hours apart; the slang would not be that different. Kurt would also be speaking with more of a Northern Ohio/ Cleveland accent than a Western/ Central Ohio accent because it is more of a neutral accent; it is the accent most performers and newscasters use because it is the most widely understood around the country. Thus, it would make sense for Kurt to speak that way. I appreciate you checking my "geography and linguistics", but I didn't appreciate your tone.

Sorry for that abrasiveness, guys. Please don't hate me.

Anyway, on with the fic. Enjoy! There's more drama here! Also, there's a little swearing at the end. Just a warning.

25th reviewer still gets a one- shot! :)


Friday October 22

5:15 PM

Blaine asked me to go over to his house today. He said he needed to talk to me. He told me his parents wouldn't be home so we'd be able to talk without interruption. I'm supposed to be over there in 15 minutes.

I don't know if I'm going to go. He's just going to yell at me. But… I could possibly plead my case.


5:20

You want to know what? I'm looking cute, I'm feeling confident- I'm going to go. Blaine's going to forgive me. I'm feeling really good about this.


6:15

I should not have felt good about that.


10 seconds later

I really should not have felt good going into that.


6:20

I mean, it started out great.

I was so nervous! I started hyperventilating out of nerves and excitement and I was going to see Blaine again after so long! We were actually going to talk, you know? Yeah. So I started breathing really heavy, and I need to lean against something, so I put my palms flat against the wall adjacent to the door, nearly making myself a 90 degree angle.

I need to be very precise when telling this story. It's important. You'll see how important it is in about three seconds when I stop talking about how important it is.

Anyway, I was bent nearly in half trying to catch my breath when Blaine opened his door. He must have seen me walk up the driveway. He walked out of his house and got a face full of my butt! Not literally, but my butt was rather close to his face. It was a good or bad moment depending on how you look at it.

Blaine looked at me questioningly as I quickly popped out of that position and leaned casually against the wall instead.

"There is a perfectly reasonable explanation for this!" I said immediately, attempting to appear cool, calm, and collected. The perfect picture of perfectness that I am pulled it off quite well, since I am perfectly cool, calm, and collected all the time. Especially in the face of danger and boys.

Blaine lifted his eyebrows skeptically, though he also looked quite amused. "Yes? And what is that?"

"Uh.. uh.." I stuttered brilliantly, because I am, after all, a direct descendant of Einstein. "I think I pulled a hamstring, so I was stretching!" I yelled at an uncomfortable volume, before bending over again. I was basically shoving my butt in his face again, but I didn't see him complaining.

In fact, I'm pretty sure he enjoyed it. He laughed and blushed.. so.. yeah. He liked it.

"You're such a laugh, Kurt." Blaine said before he led me into his house.

I don't want to be a laugh. I want to be a boyfriend. Gosh.


6:45

It all went downhill from there. Besides the fact that we actually went upstairs to his room to talk.. That's beside the point, though.

Blaine led me to his bedroom- which is huge and beautiful and so him, minus the overwhelming amount of stuffed animals- and sat down on his bed. He gestured for me to sit next to him, so I did. We awkwardly sat there in silence for quite a while. At least an entire minute. That was the most awkward minute of my life.

"Blaine-"

"Kurt-" We began to talk at the same time and laughed at the awful cliché. It was quite adorable. We are two quite adorable people who should be quite adorable together, and that moment was proof of our adorableness, but.. that probably won't happen.

Blaine looked at me from under his mile- long eyelashes; he was bashful and sexy and I just.. nnnnnnnnngh. But I couldn't jump him. I was there for serious biz. But letsbehonest, I would have jumped him if I could have.

Blaine put his hand on my shoulder and I almost died. Seriously. Right there. I almost died. It was the first time he had touched me since the Kiss- n- Run in the auditorium the other day, and chills ran up my back.

"Kurt, you need to apologize to Sebastian." WHAT!? I mean, what the actual, beeping beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep!? I just censored myself because I didn't think you guys could handle what I really wanted to write.

But for cereal, you guys. Really. WHAT!?

My mouth must have dropped open in shock- which is quite an unattractive look for me, but I didn't think about that at the time, and just continued looking like a large mouth bass in front of Blaine. He nodded his head at me solemnly.

"Yeah. You definitely owe him an apology. He told me exactly what happened, and I think we should call him and have you say you're sorry." He looked so completely sincere and genuine. If he hadn't, I probably would have thought I was being pranked. I told him that. I told him I thought I was being pranked.

"Am I being punked right now?" I stood up and faced him. I could not take what I was hearing him say. Was he seriously mentally challenged? He put his hand on my shoulder and sat me down calmly.

"Sebastian told me you took advantage of him in his inebriated state.." Blaine was completely emotionless as he said the next part. "I understand why you would do it. I know you like me. I get why you would try to get me to think he was cheating on me- so I would break up with him- and be with you." Blaine smiled a bit. "I get it. And I'm flattered. I really am. But my heart belongs to Sebastian."

I.. could not even believe his little speech/ monologue type thing. I wanted to throw up on him. What type of.. conceited mother BEEPER believes that sort of BEEP!? I… just. No.

I was so mad, I didn't say another word to him. I just walked out of his house and came back home to mine. I couldn't even look at him.


9:45

I think we need new names for THE SEX GOD and THE EVIL ONE. Names much more fitting for lying, conniving, conceited, beeping beepenheimers.

I could call Blaine THE CONCEITED BEEPING BEEPENHEIMER PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS THE SEX GOD, but that's far too long.

Maybe I could just call him a beeper and his lying skanky whore of a boyfriend a bitch.


10:00

When someone burns me, I don't just roll over. I get revenge.

Blaine and Sebastian better watch their backs.

Kurt Hummel is back, bitches.