Kurt is right there.
You need to stop staring at Rachel's ass.
She is your friend.
Your straight friend.
Who is dating your other straight friend.
You are gay.
You are so, so very gay.
Blaine tried not to appear as if he was leering, even if he was sure he was. He wanted to know who thought this was a good idea-the girls all dancing to Sir Mix-A-Lot; though he was sure the answer was Santana. He could hear Kurt tittering next to him, half the guys in the group staring in awe, most fixated on the Cheerio's in the group, but Blaine couldn't tell you who anyone else in the group even was, Rachel seemed to have completely captivated him once more.
She always seemed to figure out a way to do that.
He tried clearing his throat, tried watching Quinn, Tina, anyone, but his eyes were drawn immediately back to Rachel, and with a mixture of horror and arousal he realized she was winking at him.
You are so, so not gay for Rachel Berry.