What's happenin' y'all? Okay I could not resist not doing that. Been busy because unfortunately school starts tomorrow so I had to buy stuff. After this chapter there'll be one more abd maybe I'll write an epilogue, but I'm not so sure about that. HAVE FUN!

- XOXO

The next few days were absolutely terrible. Blaine and I didn't get to talk, because he was at Dalton and I was at Mc Kinley dying inside. I started to develop a huge fear for rejection and an attitude. Of course my dad, Carole and Finn were the people who had to suffer. I was so annoyed with myself that I started looking like a teenage girl who was dating a football player who was possibly cheating on her. In short, I looked like Rachel Berry.

If there was one thing that I knew about, it was the drama at school. Rachel was slowly being replaced by a cheerleader called Caroline, who was pretty and looked an awful lot like Quinn Fabray.

As Rachel's only friend, I was the person who had to hold her everytime she was crying and I was sick of it.

Thank God for Santana. She actually had a serious and nice side. I talked to her about Blaine during cheerio practise and I felt a lot better after.

San even took me to her house in so-called "Lima Heights," and it was so much more different than I expected it to be. Her dad is a doctor, but somehow I expected him to be the kind of doctor in very, very downtown Lima in a shabby practice. That was not true at all. San's dad runs a private practice in uptown Westerville and all kinds of rich people go there. Their house is huge and they live in the rich part of Lima Heights, which is only known for the biggest gang in Ohio. Santana told me that she tells people she lives there because it will give her a sense of authority when people are scared of her.

I even met her parents and they are so nice. They let me stay for dinner and her mom makes the best tacos in the world.

Suddenly, I got shaken out of my daydream by my dad.

'Kurt, are you okay?' he asked.

'Yeah,' I said while quirking my eyebrow, 'Why wouldn't I be?'

My dad shrugged. 'You have kind of been mean to everyone lately. Do you have problems at school?'

I shook my head. 'No dad, I don't. I guess I'm just in a funk. It will be over soon though.'

My dad tried to read me, but I managed to keep my pokerface on until he left.

I remembered that it was only Thursday, so I got into an even deeper depression. Suddenly my phone rang and I jumped before picking up, not bothering to look at the caller id. I was positive that this would be Santana calling.

'What's up, Satan?' I asked.

'Kurt? I'm not Satan...' I heard Blaine say.

'Oh my God!' I exclaimed, 'I'm so sorry! I thought you were my friend Santana, but apparently not. Why were you calling?'

Blaine hesitated to tell me. 'I have been thinking a lot about us...' he said. My breath hitched, because I liked the way he said us.

'And I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me this Saturday. You know, to see if it can solve my problem.'

I mentally squeeled and did a happy dance. 'Uhm...' I said, 'Yeah, I'm free this Saturday.'

'Good,' Blaine said. 'I'll pick you up at seven, okay?'

I said yes and we bid each other goodbye. Great, now I had another reason to worry. I mentally started planning my outfit.

Saturday came around faster than I'd expected and before I knew it, I was worrying about my outfit at five in the evening.

Someone knocked on the door while I was still in my boxers, but I yelled that the person could come in anyway.

'Wow dude,' I heard Finn say. 'I can't believe you have more abs than I do! Not gonna lie, I'm kind of jealous of your sixpack!'

I smirked. 'Well, Finnegan, what did you expect? I am on the cheerios and have Sue Sylvester as coach.'

'Dude, don't call me that!'

'Then don't call me dude, Finnegan! Why are you here anyways?'

'Are you going out tonight?' he asked.

'Yes. Why are you asking?' I started to get annoyed.

'Who are you going with?'

'Blaine. This is none of your business. Why are you asking me? Answer me, Finnegan!'

I punched Finn on his arm to get him talk. Finn winced.

'Burt asked me to check up on you, because he's worried. You've been kind of distant and mean lately.'

I instantly felt guilty. I sighed, 'Look Finn, give me a couple of days to figure out the crap in my life and after that I'll be normal again, okay?'

He nodded. 'Until when is "a couple of days" exactly?'

'Until Sunday.'

A few hours later, I was ready to face Blaine for the first time in almost a week. I was wearing a dark blue, long sleeved t shirt because it looked amazing with my skin tone and a pair of washed up, light blue skinny jeans with a pair of black Vans. I was happy with my choice, because I looked good, but also like I hadn't tried too hard.

When I came downstairs, my dad eyed me suspiciously.

'Kurt. Why aren't you wearing flamboyant clothes made by people called Alexander McWhatsisname?'

I rolled my eyes.

'Dear father. Let me please explain this to you. My shirt is by Marc Jacobs and my jeans is by Gucci. I know that you don't know who those people are, but please give me a little credit for this.'

'Hold up,' my dad interrupted me. 'I actually really like this outfit. It looks good on you, kiddo.'

I smiled. If my dad even noticed that I looked good, Blaine was going to be blown away.

'Thanks dad. I love you.'

'Love you too, son.'

A few minutes later I heard the doorbell ring and I started to be nervous again. After a failed attempt to calm down, I opened the door and saw Blaine standing there, looking absolutely gorgeous. He had less gel than usual in his hair, so I could actually see his curls and I knew exactly why I fell for him.

'Hey Kurt. Are we gonna go right now?'

I was shaken out of my day dream of running my hands through Blaine's curls and blinked in surprise.

'Sure. We'll go right now.'

I yelled goodbye to my family and locked the door.