A/N: Hi guys, I'm sorry it's been a while. This chapter switches points of view a lot. Also, I'm writing a new fic, which I will be posting the first chapter of soonish I hope. I don't have anything else to say so, enjoy as usual :-)

"Fuck", Kurt breathed as he stared at he crumpled up piece of paper in his shaking hands, tracing his index finger over the messy scrawl he knew was Blaine's handwriting. Rachel's grin shrank as the years began to fall down his face and he ran, he ran out to his navigator. He didn't care that he was skipping school or that he had plans with Blaine that evening. As soon as he got home he flung the door open, running up to his room, clutching his face. He went to bed clothed, curling in on himself as violent sobs wreaked through his body.

Hours later he woke up to frantic knocking on the front door. He clumsily picked up his phone, ignoring the dozen missed calls and messages from Rachel and Quinn, to check the time. Just as he looked at the clock, his phone vibrated with a text from Blaine.

Blaine: kurt, let me in. Are you ok? Mercedes said you left early from school?
20 minutes ago

Blaine: c'mon, please I need to know you're ok.
17 minutes ago

Blaine: I know you're there I can see your shoes from today, Kuuuuuuurt.
8 minutes ago

Blaine: I've been here for 10 minutes now knocking. You must have heard me. Please. I'm not leaving until I know you're ok
2 minutes ago

Before Kurt could delete the messages, he got another call from Rachel.

"what happened? He wants to have sex with you Kurt, that's good!"

She sounded hysterical. Soft tears had begun to fall down his cheeks when he remembered why he was so angry, his mind still slightly fogged from sleep and his throat raw from crying himself dry earlier.

"Rachel, don't you get it? It's been a huge joke all along. It all makes sense now".

"no Kurt, don't cry, I know Blaine he doesn't lie about his feelings".

"he did with you!" he snapped, the outburst of rage shocking him slightly. He switched off his phone, shoving it into the very bottom draw of his bedside table, before stalking back to bed, throwing himself under the duvet and nestling into his pillow, begging for sleep again.

The next few days went agonisingly slowly for Blaine. He hardly saw Kurt, choosing not to chase him when he was clearing being avoided. The rest of his time was spent turning over the sudden break in their friendship, wondering if Rachel had even shown him the sex quiz, but she too had not interacted with him, gluing herself securely to Kurt's arm wherever they went.

By Friday Blaine was wishing he'd never even found the stupid quiz.

"Blaine Anderson, I need to talk to you right now!"

Blaine jumped as he heard the voice, accidentally bumping his head on his open locker door. He stared out into the crowded hallways, rubbing the back of his head, and following the bouncing of the brunette hair as the small girl pushed past cheerleaders and jocks to get to her destination. He didn't have time to say a single word before he was dragged off and out the hallways towards the bleachers, being tugged down as Rachel finally let go of the sleeve shed been pulling him by.

"Rachel... What-".

"Blaine don't pretend you don't know what I found in your locker". Blaine groaned. how could he forget?
"and I really thought you two were going to be friends together, but all you want Kurt for is sex and he's been crying about it all week".

"What are you talking about?" they both glared at each other, anger bubbling up inside as Blaine thought of anyone wanting Kurt, his beautiful Kurt, for just a quick fuck.

"oh come on Blaine! All this time you've just been bored of fucking dumb cheerleaders and decided you wanted to hurt Kurt instead!"

"No Rachel, I-"

"You what?...What, Blaine!"

"I... Rachel..."

As Blaine rested his head in his hands, and Rachel's voice softened as she saw the gentle years begin to shed from his hazel eyes in defeat. She took both his hands in her palms and pulled them away from his face, encouraging him to look her in the eye.

"...I love Kurt"

"Blaine you have to tell him!" she all but exploded.

"I can't, I can't face knowing he doesn't love me back. He hates me now anyway... Rachel?" he stared at the hobbit, who was now muttering to herself, a shining grin filling her face.

"oh my god, I should've known this!" she suddenly burst out with. "you both look at each other like love struck fools. And Blaine, well, your eyes sparkle every time Kurt's within a few metres of you, and his the same of course".

"Don't get my hopes up Rachel, I already told you. He hates me", Blaine felt his eyes water, because after finally admitting to somebody he was feeling the most beautiful feeling about Kurt, he also had to destroy the light feeling in his chest.

A few seconds passed of silence, Rachel now grimacing, looking as if she was deciding whether or not to say something. She sighed, still holding both his hands, she squeezed them gently before pulling away and placing both her palms on either side of his face, turning his head to look at her.

"Blaine... He's in love with you too". Blaine sniffled, biting his lip.

"he is?"

"yes, Blaine you have to tell him, he's seriously upset and won't tell even me why, all I know is that he always hoped one day you'd love him back. But Blaine, you need to say something before you lose him.
I know! you can do it this weekend at Puckerman's party? ".

"I don't-", the curly haired boy stared down at his hands. "ok Rachel. I'll tell him".

She stood up, trying to look him in the eyes. He laughed, her eye level barely reached his chin. She huffed, pushing him lightly and they both walked away from the bleachers towards their last class laughing.

Kurt:Rachel seriously I'm not going to that stupid all weekend party. For the last time, no.

Rachel:please Kurt, Blaine's going to be there and we're playing spin the bottle;) plus all that alcohol will be fun:-)

Kurt:fine. Anything to numb my brain for a few hours. If I get crazy drunk it's your problem.

Blaine sat back in his bed, staring up at the ceiling into nothing, letting boredom consume him. At times like this he would jerk off, but he was too worried.

Rachel: he's coming.