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Kurt just stood there in shock for several long seconds. Was he hallucinating? Dreaming? Did Blaine just say...

"Come on, Kurt, you're giving me a complex here. I said I love you."

Yup, he said it. Kurt couldn't speak, he was so overwhelmed. He reached out and pulled the other boy in for another kiss, just to prove to himself this wasn't a dream, or a stress induced illusion. It definitely felt real. It felt really good, actually.

He slowly pulled back, still stunned, but smiled happily. "I love you too, Blaine. But why didn't you tell me what you were doing? Why didn't you ask me for help?"

"Jeremiah's stepbrother, Bobby, got a job here to spy on me for him. Bobby is a little obsessed with Jeremiah, and will do anything for him. I made certain he was outside the commons when I made my little speech to the Warblers. I needed him to think I was fully under the influence of the formula. And I needed you to react exactly the way you did, or Jeremiah would have been suspicious."

Kurt nodded in understanding. "So, did he confess?"

Blaine laughed. "He was a little upset. He got fired from his job today. Seems his boss had no clue he was gay, and really didn't appreciate a bunch of boys breaking out in song and dance in the middle of the store. Ohio is an ultra conservative state, you know, and having a boy shouting his love for another boy in such a public place isn't very appealing. Wes recorded him throwing a fit, saying he never should have used the formula on me."

Kurt grinned. "Is that why you wanted to serenade him in the store?"

Blaine laughed. "Partly. The other reason is because his dad, Richard Kensington, owns the mall. Jeremiah is still in the closet, and I knew word would get back to his dad. That boy tormented me for a year before I transferred. Payback is a bitch!"

Kurt laughed and kissed him again. "You really love me?"

Blaine smiled. "I've had a bit of a crush on you since the all state science fair three years ago. When you transferred here, I realized it was much more than a crush. And then I saw you in those glasses that first night, and you just looked so...Hot! I knew I was in love with you then."

Kurt was surprised. "You think my glasses are Hot?"

The regional qualifier for the all state science fair was an exciting event. Blaine and Kurt held hands as they walked from exhibit to exhibit, studying each competitors' presentations. There were your typical model volcanoes with vinegar and baking soda lava, and the usual entomological displays of bugs and butterflies. Then there were more complex displays, such as the Jr. High school boys who had built a motor that runs on water, and the freshman who invented socks that actually eliminate odors.

When the five finalist that would advance to the all state competition were announced, Kurt and Blaine cheered when Jeff's name was called. They had decided that their formula wasn't ready to be made public yet. They needed to make certain that it would be safe and not be able to be misused.

After the award presentation, Blaine, Kurt, and Nick, met Jeff back at his booth.

"Congratulations!" Kurt said, hugging the blonde Warbler. "I told you your presentation on how reintroducing native flora and fauna to the region would reduce pollution and lower health care costs was brilliant! You are sure to win at all state!"

"Thanks, Kurt! It was your GMO presentation last year that inspired me!" The four boys continued to talk about science, although Nick didn't understand much about the topic. The others tried to explain things to him when he asked, but when their jargon became too much for him, he retaliated by reciting poetry in Gaelic, which had them all cracking up.

"Are you nervous?" Blaine asked as they stood backstage, waiting for Aural Intensity to finish their obviously blatant attempt to win over the ultra conservative judges with their sugar coated vocals and questionable song choice.

Kurt shrugged. "A little. Wes is still wobbly on that spin out in the third number, and David couldn't have picked a worse time to sprain his ankle. He says he's fine, that he's on enough pain meds that he wouldn't feel an elephant standing on his foot. Maybe what ever higher intelligence is out there is trying to tell us that the warblers aren't meant to dance. Maybe we should just go back to the simple choreography and hope our vocals are enough to advance us. Maybe..."

He was cut off by Blaine kissing him. "You're so cute when you get nervous and ramble. Relax, everything will be fine. If we win we win, if we lose we lose."

Kurt sighed. "I love you."

"So, Kurt, I suppose this is Blaine?" Rachel Berry's voice cut into their moment. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Blaine Anderson, Rachel Berry. Rachel, Blaine," Kurt introduced.

"It's nice to meet you," Rachel said, shaking the other boy's hand. "I just wanted to wish you guys good luck. You're going to need it. New Directions has a secret weapon this time."

"Oh?" Kurt asked bemused. "What, did Mr. Schue give you three solos to make up for not having any at sectionals?"

The diva just smiled at him. "Mr. Schue has learned the error of his ways, yes, and yes, I will be having a solo in this competition. But that isn't the secret weapon I'm referring to. And don't bother to ask, because I won't tell."

Before anyone could say anything else, the lights flashed, indicating for The Warblers to take their places. Kurt frowned as he moved to his position. What could New Directions Possibly have up their sleeves?

He didn't have time to think about it as they were announced, and the boys began their harmonizing. The crowd went wild for their version of Raise Your Glass, and Kurt had to admit Blaine was pretty awesome. The new dance moves went off without a hitch, and they transitioned into their second song, Dance with Somebody, sung by Kurt. Again the dancing went smoothly. But now it was time for their finale, and Kurt was a little worried. David looked a little green around the gills, and seemed to be fighting not to limp. Had his pain meds worn off?

As they reached the midway point on Smooth Criminal, Kurt could tell the darker boy was on the verge of collapse, and the crucial spin out move was coming up. Sure enough, David crashed into Wes, sending both boys tumbling into the wings. Fortunately they had been towards the back, and he didn't think the judges really noticed anything amiss.

After the rest of them exited the stage, Wes and David looked up sheepishly at Kurt. "We're sorry," David began, but was cut off by Wes.

"It was all my fault. You worked so hard to help us, and I blew it."

Kurt just smiled at them. "You guys did your best, no one blames either of you. Accidents happen. Maybe the judges didn't see it. We'll have to wait and see."

New Directions were announced, and the Warblers took their seats in the audience. As Rachel took the spotlight, and the music began to play an unfamiliar tune, Kurt realized what Rachel had been talking about. They were doing original songs.

Kurt couldn't help but admire their work. The two original songs were perfect, especially their upbeat Loser Like Me. It took him a moment to realize that they had written a portion of the song about him, about being shoved into lockers. Had they really noticed him after all?

After the competition, while they waited for the judges decision, Rachel, Mercedes, and Puck approached him.

"Kurt, we're sorry if we made you think none of us cared about you at McKinley," Mercedes said.

"We realize we were all a bit standoffish with you. We never meant to make you feel like you didn't belong. We're all misfits in New Directions. We should have made you feel more welcome." Rachel said.

"Yeah, I guess I was just intimidated by your talent." Puck said.

Kurt smiled at them. "Thank you all, I really appreciate that. All I've ever wanted was to fit in somewhere."

They hugged him, and walked back over to the rest of their group as Blaine moved up beside him. "They do care about you. No one would blame you if you do go back."

Kurt just shook his head. "Maybe someday, but for right now I'm happy where I am. Besides, we have a formula to perfect."

Blaine smiled and kissed him. "I love chemistry."