Just a warning, after this chapter the story takes a turn towards the sad side. I chose to take this story in a direction that wouldn't really be expected, but I think it will turn out beautifully.


Chapter Eight

Kurt drove back to his house in a frazzled state. His mind was leap frogging in between the benefits of going out with Lliam and the raw passion Blaine made him feel. There were benefits to both; sure, he didn't even want to get near the possibility of dating multiple guys at once. Kurt sighed; wishing the only decisions he would ever have to make would include what to wear to school the next day. "If only these past few days could have been that trivial. Instead I get thrown into a roller coaster of drama," he said to himself as he turned onto his street.

Kurt put the Navigator in park and strode into his house, being quiet going inside as to not wake his father who was asleep on the couch. Kurt tip-toed over and shut off the TV and placed a kiss on his father's forehead, leaving Burt to relish in the quiet, something that Kurt's ears would be absent of for the next few hours. As soon as he closed the door to his room, Mercedes let him have it.

"WHERE. HAVE. YOU. BEEN." Kurt chuckled as he compared Mercedes' tone to that of Mrs. Weasley's in The Chamber of Secrets. "What are you laughing at?!"

He straightened up and sniffled a little. "Nothing."

"Good. Now, mind explaining to me what you've been up to for the past three hours?"

Kurt nodded and started talking, explaining everything from when he left to the moment he walked into his door. Mercedes nodded throughout and waited patiently until he was done rambling. "Well, that's quite a tale." He nodded, gulping down his terror. "You look like you're afraid I'm about to shoot you or something! What on Earth is wrong?!"

He cast his eyes down to the floor, "I'm just afraid of what you'll think of me…"

"What do you mean sweetie?" she asked, moving to sit next to him on the bed.

"I just drove through the night to a place I've never been to, just to pick up a person I met a few days ago. Not to mention my INSANE feelings that keep getting in the way, AND the fact that he just happens to be my TEACHER!" By the time Kurt finished he was breathing heavily and Mercedes was rubbing him on the back.

"I know it seems bad, but whatever needs to happen, will, and you just have to trust yourself enough to do what's right for YOU, not for anyone else."

Kurt wiped away the tears accumulating in his eyes and pulled Mercedes in close. "Thanks sweetie, you always know what to say."

He heard her click her tongue. "It's a gift." He chuckled and she pulled back, looking into his eyes, "So are we going to get him in the morning?"

Kurt sighed, "I think we have to."

She nodded, "Well ultimately it's your call."

"We are."

She nodded again, gathering up her homework and stuffing it back into her sequined backpack. "Well let's get some sleep then."

It wasn't until they were lying next to each other a few moments later that Kurt broke the silence, "Mercedes?"

"Yes honey?"

"Thanks for being here for me."

She just smiled and took his hand, still looking up at his ceiling, "Don't you ever mention it."


They both woke up fairly early and got ready together. Mercedes picked out their clothes while Kurt picked out makeup to fit Mercedes choice. After they were both looking runway ready, they trounced down the stairs and Kurt started on their breakfast, cooking eggs and toast for them and placing a plate in the microwave for Burt. They ate fast and put the dishes in the dishwasher, ready to go pick up Blaine.

"Alright Kurt, you remember where he lives?" Mercedes asked as they got into the Navigator.

Kurt nodded; there was no way he could ever forget. He turned the key and flipped on the radio, feeling too nervous to talk.

The moments crept by, stretching the five minute journey into a colossal three hour trek to Blaine's house. Except when they reached their destination, they found more chaos instead of salvation. Kurt glanced over to Mercedes and got out of the car, walking up to Blaine's front door, and knocking.

"Coming!"

The door opened to reveal a disheveled looking Blaine holding a phone up to his ear. He was looking at the ground, listening to whoever was on the other end and hadn't seen Kurt yet. "Yeah, it's fine, I understand. Your kids do come first after all. Thanks." He hung up ran a hand down his face, and finally turned his tender brown orbs onto Kurt.

Blaine immediately straightened himself up and furrowed his brows together. "Kurt? Is…is something wrong?"

Kurt pursed his lips, "Well now, I'm not sure. Though it seems something's wrong with you. are to share?" He surprised himself with the ability to conjure up words under the force of Blaine's eyes, and they actually made sense!

"Yeah, I woke up this morning to find my car not in my driveway," he said, gesturing to the stretch of asphalt taken up by Kurt's car.

"Yeah, that would be because it's still at Scandals." Blaine's face looked like one giant question mark. "Um…You drunk dialed me last night."

Blaine looked about ready to pitch himself off a cliff, "Oh did I?"

"Yeah, you needed a ride and…had some things to tell me."

Blaine took a few steps back into his house and sighed, trying to recall any memories of what Kurt was telling him had happened, but came up with nothing. He remembered driving to the bar, feeling sorry for himself, and terrible for kissing Kurt. That kiss had haunted him since it happened, mainly because it shouldn't have, but mostly because it was…different. Blaine had dated people before, he wasn't even a virgin, but no one had ever made him feel like Kurt did. Just those fleeting seconds that Blaine's lips had been on Kurt's were mind blowing.

"Um, Blaine?"

He whipped back around to look at the very object of his thoughts, currently standing awkwardly in his doorway. "Yes?"

"I came to give you a ride to school…If you want one I mean." Blaine beamed at Kurt and rushed over to him, grasping him in his arms and lifting the petite male off the ground, spinning him in circles. As soon as Blaine placed him back on the ground, he planted a kiss on Kurt's cheek and ran inside to gather his school supplies.

Kurt placed one hand on his cheek, willing the warmth of Blaine's lips to return, to no avail. He turned to look at Mercedes, caught sight of a raised eyebrow, and turned back around so fast he almost collided with Blaine.

"Whoa there!" Blaine reared back to avoid Kurt's head.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Kurt said with the most adorable smile on his face.

"It's fine," Blaine said, realizing Kurt had his hand where Blaine had kissed his cheek. Smiling, Blaine set his bag down on the ground and pulled Kurt in close, smashing their bodies together, causing Kurt to yelp in surprise. "You like it when I kiss you?" Blaine whispered softly into Kurt's ear. Kurt gulped, forcing himself to nod and not faint. He could practically hear the smile on Blaine's lips, "Well then." Blaine pulled himself back and placed a kiss on Kurt's other cheek, and then on his lips. One. Two. Three. Fou-

Number four was interrupted by a honk coming from Kurt's car. "Sorry! Slipped!" Mercedes yelled out the car window.

Blaine looked back at Kurt from the Navigator, a paralyzed look on his face. "Who. Is. That."

Kurt frowned, "Mercedes Jones? You have her in your fourth period?"

"I thought she seemed familiar, but what I mean is, why is she here?"

"Oh, she stayed at my house last night, and she's my best friend."

Blaine sighed, thinking back to his own friends. "So I'm guessing you told her everything." Kurt bit his lip and nodded, afraid Blaine would be mad at him. "I'm not mad if that's what you're thinking. It's just…a touchy situation."

Kurt nodded vigorously, "She wouldn't tell anyone!"

Blaine cupped his hand over Kurt's mouth to stop him from yelling again, "If you trust her, I do too." Blaine bent over to pick up his bag and headed towards Kurt's car, leaving Kurt staring at his door. "Coming?"

"Oh!" Kurt rushed to meet him before he opened the car door. "One question."

"Yes?"

"What does all this," Kurt motioned to everything around them, "mean?"

Blaine smiled, looking Kurt up and down, "Well, what do you want it to mean?" Kurt stared at him, unable to answer. "Well?"

He sighed. "I don't know Blaine! I know I like you, a lot, but…"

"But what? What's holding you back?"

Kurt cast his eyes to the ground, "I don't entirely know yet."

Blaine frowned, but nodded. "Hope you're ready, there's a pop quiz in sixth today." Kurt smiled at him, moving around the car to slide into the driver's seat.

One interrogation later, Kurt, Mercedes, and Blaine strode into McKinley, all feeling cautious. Even though they were there an hour before anyone else would show up, it was still weird to all show up at once. "Well, I'll see you two in class?"

Mercedes nodded and Kurt smiled, already thinking of sitting in Blaine's class. He looked up just in time to see Blaine walking away, and reveled in his perfect ass. "Hey!" Kurt jumped, looking from Blaine's ass to his face. "No." And with that, Blaine smiled a cheeky smile and turned the corner, leaving Kurt with a major problem, and he wasn't just talking about his hard on.


"So, have you made a decision yet?" Mercedes asked Kurt across the table at lunch. All of the present glee clubbers turned to look at Kurt, interested in what they were speaking about.

"Mercedes!"

"What? Just answer the question Hummel!"

He blushed in embarrassment, looking at the other members of the club at the table and feeling guilty. He knew most of their secrets, and this is now his biggest one, and only one of them knows it. But he justified it by realizing that Blaine's job is on the line. "I haven't yet. And the second one hasn't made any contact yet, so I doubt that would be a valid choice." She nodded, appeased with his answer. For now.

"Care to clue us in on what you're talking about?" Rachel asked.

Kurt glanced over at her in between bites of salad. "It's not that I don't care to clue you all in. I would love to tell you all, hell, I'd love to shout it from the top of the damned school, but I can't."

Rachel seemed miffed, "Why not?!"

Kurt shrugged. "You'll just have to trust that I have a good reason." She pouted, but didn't push it any further. She's getting better at controlling herself…maybe we will be friends yet.

Kurt left lunch five minutes early and headed to his locker, grabbing his English materials and made a beeline for Blaine's class. He wanted to snag a seat in the front. As soon as he plopped himself in the chair the bell rang, signaling that all the students had five minutes to get from lunch to class. Blaine walked in behind Santana and shot him a flirtatious wink, seating himself at his desk, a mere six inches from where Kurt sat himself.

"Alright guys, I hope you all studied, why? Because POP QUIZZZZ!" None of the kids shared Blaine's enthusiasm, shown by the large groan that echoed down the hall way. "Yeah, yeah. You'll get over it. Kurt, pass these out for me?" He set the quizzes down on Kurt's desk and went to sit at his own, taking the time to sneak peeks at Kurt's ass, attempting not to drool. "Alright guys, you have twenty minutes startinggggg…..NOW." Kurt was ten minutes into the quiz and was already doodling on the back, mostly his and Blaine's initials in little hearts. He also wrote down his thoughts, but felt that since he was in English, and the quiz was on poetry, that they should be somewhat poetic:

Sometimes when I close my eyes, all I see is you.

And it makes me wonder, how much further can I fall?

Kurt nodded to himself, pleased with his word choices, and reached to place the paper on Blaine's desk, when there was a knock on the door. Blaine got up and walked over to open the door, swinging it open to reveal a very handsome blond boy clutching a tardy slip in his hands. Kurt looked over to the door to see who it was, and his jaw clattered to the floor. OH MY GOD.

"Hello…" the boy looked down at the slip, "Mr. Anderson?" Blaine nodded. "Good, I'm Lliam. I just transferred."

Blaine shook the outstretched hand and took the slip. "Take a seat anywhere you like."

Lliam nodded and stepped into the room, his eyes falling upon the first row. "Kurt?!"

WHY DOES MY LIFE HAVE TO BE A SOAP OPERA?!