A/N: Hi honeys. I have some sad news. Please read this! I'm very sorry, but I am simply not capable of writing this fic anymore, and I don't know why, but I just can't. I was in the middle of writing a new chapter, but I can't finish it. I have though written this; It was supposed to be the last chapter, but I can't go on, and it would be a shame for this to go to waste, so if you want to know the ending, then here it is; if you don't, then just ignore it, that's also fine.

I'm sorry.

Like a Dude

"Oh god, Kurt! You're such a girl!" Blaine had said. I'm gonna show him I can be a dude! Kurt thought to himself and looked into the mirror of his and Blaine's dorm bathroom. Just you wait and see! Kurt couldn't help the smirk that was taking place on his face, even though he was a little hurt too.

The plan, which was flying around in Kurt's brain right now, had been taking form as soon as Blaine had said that sentence and Kurt had turned around and walked out to the bathroom.

"Kurt! What are you doing in there!" Blaine shouted through the door. "Look, I'm sorry! Please… Just come out here! I didn't mean it like that!" A muffled thud from around head high came from the other side of the door. Blaine had probably let his head slam against the door.

Kurt didn't answer with a sound. But instead he turned the water on, filling the sink. He closed the water, dipped his hands in the water and splashed it in his head and rubbed a little at his eyes.

Blaine, on the other side of the door, was trying to figure out what on earth just happened. He was standing with his head against the bathroom door. "Kuuuuurt!" He cried, but didn't get any respond. Blaine was seriously getting concerned. What if Kurt was angry with him and never wanted to talk to him again? I didn't even get to tell him how much he means to me! Blaine thought to himself, deciding that the first thing he was gonna do when Kurt would come out, was to tell him about his feelings.

The curly haired teen pushed himself away from the door and trailed himself over to his bed, flopping down on it. He let his head fall down on his hand, cupping his chin as he fell into reveries.

While the older boy was placing himself in his bed and falling into reveries; the younger one was smirking a little to himself. He had heard Blaine's cry out. Of course he had, but nonetheless he rummaged around his stuff on a shelf in the bathroom.

Kurt pulled out small bag from behind all his other stuff on the shelf. He opened the zipper of the bag of pulled everything out, to get a better view of the things inside. If anyone else than Kurt had been looking down at these things, they would never believe that they belonged to a boy.

With one hand, Kurt pushed some of the things aside while with the other, he reached to grab a little bottle filled with black liquid. It's not that I usually wear this, but it's a detail that I really need for this! Kurt thought to himself as he screwed the lid and pulled it up. Kurt calmly wiped the excess off, before he nicely polished his nails black. He would never have done so, if it wasn't because he knew, Blaine had something for black. Kurt had found out from the start, when he'd worn a pair of black skinny jeans and Blaine never seemed to be able to take his eyes completely off.

Back in the main room, Blaine was starting to slowly rock back and forth where he was sitting, while fumbling a whole lot with his hands. Clapping his tights, grinding them together, scratching his wrists, folding and unfolding his fingers and so on; on and on it went.

Blaine got on his feet again walking over to the bathroom door. "Kuuuurt!" He cried at the door and placed himself with his back against the door. "Why won't you just please answer me?" he asked in a small voice that Kurt wasn't able to hear, as he let himself slide down the door until he was sitting on the floor up against the door.

Kurt, on the other hand, didn't seem to have any pity to give him at this moment, as he had found the set of clothe he, for some reason, had left in there earlier this week, when he'd meant to wear it, but got a better idea before he got in it. Right now, it couldn't be more perfect, seeing as it was a completely black set. Black skinny jeans, a simple black shirt and a black suit jacket.

While Kurt pulled on the jeans, he could hear Blaine getting restless out there. He could hear him getting up from the door and the steps started to sound, making Kurt smirk at the picture of Blaine walking back and forth in the room, waiting for him. No one other than him. Kurt giggle a little when I did the button on his shirt and pulled the jacket on.

Kurt gently folded his uniform trousers and shirt before putting his blazer and tie on a hanger. He took a look at himself in the mirror. Would have to do something about his hair, it was totally ruined from changing his clothe. So he did. Fixing his hair, smirking and really looking forward to see Blaine's facial expression when he'd see Kurt.

It only took him a couple of minutes to fox his hair. He was professional in doing his hair, after all. For other people to make their hair as perfect as Kurt did; it would've taken a whole lot longer to do. He admired his work for a second or two before he pulled is iPod out from the pocket of his Dalton blazer, flipped though the songs till he found the one he needed.

Blaine was standing at de desk, looking down at a picture in his hand. It was a picture of him and Kurt. Blaine suddenly whirled around when he heard the bathroom door open. He saw Kurt stepping out the door, dressed completely in black. Blaine felt the blood start to rush through his veins. "Kurt…" He whispered under his breath.

Kurt walked over to the speakers to his iPod and plugged it in. A second later, the music to "Do it like a dude" belted out the room. Kurt walked, with hips swaying to the beat, over to his wardrobe and grabbed his black fedora hat on the top of it. I've always known I'd get to use this, sooner or later! He thought to himself, twirling it in his hand.

Stomp, stomp, I've arrived!

Drop the beat, nasty face, why you looking at me?

Kurt sang along with the lyrics. At the first two lines, it wasn't more that a whispering, along with the lyrics.

Flyin', flyin', flyin', flyin'; trough the sky,

In my spaceship, I'm an alien tonight.

Along with the four repeating words, Kurt raised his voice a bit, with each time it was sung. After what, he walked a little further out against the middle of the floor.

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirt, dirty, dirty, sucker!

You think I can't get hurt like you, you mother fucker?

While singing this, Kurt send Blaine a reproachful look throwing his head to the beat in a bitchy way.

I can do it like a brother; do it like a dude!

Grab my crotch, wear my hat; Low like you!

This was where a couple of things started to happen. At the word 'Dude', Kurt snapped his fingers, trailed his free hand down his torso, in a similar way, to what he did that time he and the New Directions performed 'Push It' just with only one hand Though at the word 'crotch', when he was almost grabbing himself, he quickly moved it away, grabbing the other side of the fedora hat and put it on, with both hands, pulling it a little down at the front when he sang the last three words.

Do it like a brother, do it like a dude!

Grab my crotch, wear my hat; Low like you!

Kurt repeated what he had just done to the similar lines, though this time he used both hands to do his 'push-it'-moves and he just directed the hat a little. Just then, Blaine noticed the black nail polish on Kurt's nails. He was still standing there, with the picture in his hands, just looking at Kurt; now his jaw had hit the floor too.

We can do it like a man'dem, man'dem!

We can do it like a man'dem; Sugar, sugar, sugar!

Singing this; Kurt walked over to Blaine and took his wrist; Blaine's eyes widened at the touch.

We can do it like a man'dem, man'dem!

We can do it like a man'dem; Sugar, sugar, sugar!

Kurt twirled Blaine around and pushed his down on one of the bed's, which turned out to be Kurt's own bed.

Boom, boom, pour me a beer.

Non pretty drinks, I'm a guy out here!

Kurt let go of Blaine's wrist and walked away with swaying hips, before Blaine could pull himself together and reach out for him.

Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' money like a pimp!

My B-I-T-C-H is on my dick like this!

In one short turn, Kurt was facing Blaine again, spelling the word for him and counting the letters with his fingers in the air; smirking at Blaine's facial expression.

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirt, dirty, dirty, sucker!

You think I can't get hurt like you, you mother fucker?

Blaine just stared at Kurt, who was swaying his hips to the music and once again sending him a look that clearly let him know, that it WASN'T okay that he had called Kurt a girl.

I can do it like a brother; do it like a dude!

Grab my crotch, wear my hat, low like you!

Kurt trailed his hands up his tights, but once again he removed his hands, when he was getting close to doing what the lyrics said.

Do it like a brother, do it like a dude!

Grab my crotch, wear my hat, low like you!

A single sway with his hips and a challenging step forward that made Blaine's body tense, wanting to get up and just… Touch him!

We can do it like a man'dem, man'dem!

We can do it like a man'dem, sugar, sugar, sugar!

Kurt bowed his knees standing on his toes; rolling his body from his chest, to his pelvis.

We can do it like a man'dem, man'dem!

We can do it like a man'dem, sugar, sugar, sugar!

The teen on the floor dropped to his knees and hands. He locked his eyes with the surprised Blaine, while he crawled closer, until he was right in front of Blaine's knees and legs, smirking at him.

Boys, c-come say that you wanna;

Boys, y-you need to lick my dollar!

Kurt quickly rose, turned around and walked away from Blaine with his hips swaying from side to side.

Boys, gettin' hot under the collar!

Holla, holla, whoa-

"-AAAARRGH!" Kurt cried out, when a pair of arms suddenly were wrapped around his waist.

"I'm so sorry Kurt!" Blaine cried over the music, which was still playing in the room. "Oh my god, Kurt! I am so… SO sorry!" he tightened his grip around Kurt's waist the slightest bit, but enough for Kurt to feel it.

Kurt was about to start singing along with the next phrase to finish the song, but Blaine whirled him around in the same second, looking desperate and slammed his hand against Kurt's lips to cover them and stop him from picking up the song. Kurt didn't have any of that, he opened his mouth and buried his teeth in Blaine's hand and bit him. Making Blaine pull his hand away with a surprised squeal.

"Would you… Please just hear me out? Please?" Blaine begged, sending Kurt the puppy-eyes as he knew very well, he couldn't resist. Someone would probably take an extra look if they saw the two boys standing there, with their hands hanging down their sides a meter from each other and just looking in each other's eyes for a moment before the silence was broken.

"Fine." Kurt said throwing his hands in the air in a dejected gesture. "This better be good." He mumbled, but wasn't heard over the music, which was getting closer to the ending. Kurt walked past Blaine and made himself dump down on the bed and looked at Blaine with a half-bitchy face.

Blaine fell to his knees in front of Kurt, who was sitting on the bed. "Kurt. I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! I just meant that you can be a little girly sometimes!" Blaine said without thinking.

"What?" Kurt said with a raised eyebrow, still with the bitchy look on his face.

"NO! I just meant your passion for fashion is…" Blaine started

"I beg your pardon!" Kurt blurted out.

"I… Oh fuck. This isn't working, at all!" Blaine said "I just… I just get so nervous around you… I… It's just because…" He sighed heavily. "I love you!" He mumbled.

"What?" Kurt said when he couldn't hear what Blaine had said.

"I love you!" Blaine said a little louder so Kurt could hear it.

Kurt's bitchy mask cracked immediately and he just looked at Blaine, who was on his knees, in front of him with shinning eyes. Kurt smiled a little at him; every feeling of hurt had disappeared completely. "Took you long enough!" Kurt smirked, took Blaine's face in his hands and leaned down to kiss him deeply.

"Excuse me?" Blaine said confused and completely stunned, when Kurt pulled back.

"Seriously! I've known since the night I woke from that nightmare about Karofsky. You said it yourself! Bet you didn't know I wasn't fully asleep? I heard it, Blaine." Kurt explained as the song ended and the room was completely silent for a little while.

"So…?" Blaine asked with hope glistening in his eyes.

Kurt locked eyes with Blaine as he opened his mouth to speak. "Didn't that kiss speak for itself?" He asked, breathing in. "I love you too, Blaine." He said causing Blaine to jump up from where he was sitting on his knees, crashing their lips together so fast that Kurt fell back down on the bed.