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Blaine managed to calm Kurt down. He'd hugged the the other boy, telling him he'd take care of things, and sent the pale boy back to his dorm. It was Friday, and the boy was supposed to be on his way back to Lima for the weekend. Blaine told him to get his bag and go, and Blaine would take care of contacting the Dean to let him know what was going on.

Now Blaine sat in the Dean's office, watching the security footage from the lab. The older man stopped the video when it showed a man in his mid twenties entering the lab and going to the storage locker, and leaving a few minutes later carrying a large bag filled with what must have been the formula and pheromones. Blaine thought the man looked familiar.

"That is our new Janitor, Bob Whittier," Dean Michealson informed him.

Blaine looked up at the Dean in surprise. "Whittier?" He groaned. He had a sinking suspicion in the pit of his stomach. "I don't suppose you know if he is related to Alexander Whittier, do you?"

Dean Michealson frowned. "I don't know. I can check."

Blaine shook his head. "Never mind, I'll check in to it. They are...old acquaintances of mine."

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Kurt lay in bed in his old room Friday night, his emotions bouncing all over the place. Anger over their work being stolen was his main emotion, quickly followed by confusion. He didn't know what to think about Blaine. One minute the boy was saying he had no sex appeal at all, and the next the boy is hugging him and trying to cheer him up. And there were all those mixed signals since before Christmas when they'd sang Baby It's Cold Outside, and Kurt had been certain the other boy was going to kiss him.

Every time they had a success with testing the formula, the other boy had hugged him enthusiastically. And they were always going out for coffee, to 'talk' about their project, and sometimes to talk about other things, too. They'd discovered they had so much in common. They both loved Broadway musicals, Vogue, and Popular Science. They had similar taste in music, though they had argued good naturedly about who was better, Lady Gaga or Katy Perry (Gaga, obviously...)

Kurt knew Blaine's favorite color was blue, his favorite food was Lasagna, and his favorite Coffee order was a medium drip, and Blaine knew all his favorites as well. He sighed and rolled over on to his side.

"Admit it, Kurt Hummel," he mumbled to himself. "You're in love with Blaine Anderson."

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Saturday afternoon, Blaine sat in his car outside a house in an upscale neighborhood in North Westerville. Though he had never set foot inside this particular house, he was very familiar with most of it's occupants.

Blaine had never told anyone the other reason he had transferred from Westerville High to Dalton. Oh, they knew about the beating he'd endured, but no one knew about Him. He had met the other boy in science class, and they had become friends. And then when Blaine had come out, the other boy had asked him on a date, but Blaine turned him down because the other boy was still in the closet, and Blaine didn't want to hide anymore.

At first they continued to hang out as friends, but the older boy kept pressuring Blaine to go out with him, and later, he pressured Blaine for sex. Blaine told him he wasn't interested, that he was waiting until he met someone special, someone who was as open and honest as he himself was. The other boy had been furious, claiming he couldn't come out, that his father would throw him out of the house. He had continued sexually harassing Blaine until the attack had given the younger boy the perfect excuse to transfer schools.

After Blaine had transferred away, the other boy's parents had divorced, and his mother had gotten remarried to Alexander Whittier. Blaine had also heard rumors that the other boy had been caught in a compromising position with his new step brother, Robert, who was in his mid twenties.

Blaine sighed and got out of the car, pulling his collar up against the early February chill. The door opened before the bell finished it's elaborate chiming, and Blaine knew the other boy had been watching for him.

"Well, hello, Blaine Anderson, to what do I owe this pleasure?" The boy's hair was still worn long, the dark blonde strands currently pulled back in a ponytail. Blaine had to admit the boy was handsome.

"Hello, Jeremiah."

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Kurt spent the entire weekend debating whether to tell Blaine how he felt. Valentine's Day was less than a week away now. Maybe he could do something that showed Blaine that he thought of him as more than a friend, and see how the other boy responded. He didn't think he could actually say the words to him. He'd be mortified if the other boy just brushed him off.

But what could he do that would let the other boy know he wanted more than friendship, without risking his heart too much if the other boy didn't feel the same way? He was lost in thought, sitting on one of the leather couches that lined the halls of Dalton, doodling in his notebook. He glanced down, realizing he'd drawn a heart. Sighing softly, he wrote BLAINE + KURT inside the heart.

He was looking at his drawn confession, when the sound of his name startled him and he slammed the book shut. Looking up, he saw Blaine's smiling face looking back at him.

"What were you doing?" The darker boy asked.

Kurt looked back down at his notebook. "Just random thoughts. Nothing important. What's up?"

"Come on, there is something I want to talk about in Warbler's practice."

Fifteen minutes later, Kurt sat in the commons with the other Warblers as Blaine asked the council to let him speak. He was given the floor, and turned to face the room in general.

"Warblers, I'm in love!"

Kurt's heart began to race. Was Blaine going to admit he had feelings for him? When the other Warblers seemed disinclined to help Blaine reveal his feelings to his crush, Kurt stood up for him, insisting that it was the right thing to do. The others reluctantly agreed. And then came the crushing blow.

It wasn't Kurt Blaine was in love with. It was someone else, someone who didn't attend Dalton, apparently.

Kurt felt his heart shatter.

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What did he do now? He had seen the look on the other boy's face. It physically hurt him to think about it. But it was too late now. He had to see this through, and hoped everything turned out in the end.