AN- Glad to see people liking Comeback. Here is BIOTA: Not gonna lie, I am super happy with how this one turned out. The only thing, there is no spin-the-bottle in this chapter. I hope you guys aren't too disappointed...

Also: I've gotten a lot of questions about if I'm planning on doing season 3. I don't have any plans to. The whole point of this was to put Blaine where he wasn't before (and I almost considered stopping after Original Song because otherwise it would feel very redundant). Blaine just might transfer to McKinley in season 3. Don't get me wrong; if I'm watching it and I hate it and Klaine gets hardcore ruined, then I will write season 3 to make myself feel better.

McKinley High gets overrun by drinking teenagers.

There are like five suspensions for coming to school wasted because Figgins is really cracking down. He convinces Mr. Schue to have the glee club to a performance in favor of abstaining from alcohol.

Rachel is trying to write original songs for Regionals. She's convinced it's the only way they'll win but no one stands behind her, so she's taken it upon herself to pen their hopefully winning numbers.

But, honestly, she sucks. She writes a song about her headband. Headband.

She blames her lack of knowledge on all things teenagers because she's never lived like a teenager. Her dads are on a cruise and Puck convinces her to throw a party.

The Rachel Berry House Party Train Wreck Extravaganza is a go.

Kurt realizes just how much he's missed when he arrives.

Sam and Santana are making out on the couch and last he checked, Sam and Quinn were very much had-over-heels. Lauren Zizes somehow got into the club and is maybe-sort-of seeing Puckerman. And Rachel is letting Puck break into her dads' liquor cabinet so they can all get drunk.

Kurt doesn't drink. After his last debacle with alcohol (Bambi's mom and outing Blaine) he has sworn off any liquor whatsoever.

It's more fun watching his friends get drunk off their asses. Like Santana, who's a weepy drunk, crying at Sam that he loves Quinn more. Then sticking her tongue down his throat.

And Quinn and Lauren tag team on Puck, both screaming at him for things he does not give a shit about. Especially when he has alcohol in his system.

And Brittany, who's providing Artie with a not-so-private strip show while Mercedes and Tina who end up being laughing drunks, giggle at every little thing.

And Rachel, who spends most of the evening hanging over Finn until he snaps at her.

An arm slings over Kurt's shoulder and he's suddenly face to face with a very drunk Blaine.

"Kurt! This is the best party ever!"

Kurt chuckles. "I see someone's having fun."

Blaine nods, then takes another sip from his plastic cup. "It's so funny-"

"Don't tell me you're a laughing drunk too," Kurt mutters.

"-that last year, no one liked Rachel. Like- no one. Not even me. And now she's my second best friend and we're all drinking in her basement. It's crazy!"

He blinks at Kurt.

"You're really tall."

Gently, Kurt wrestles Blaine's cup away from him. "I think you've had enough."

"But Kuuuuurt," Blaine whines. "I like that stuff."

"A little too much," Kurt assures him.

Blaine pouts still reaching for the cup even though it's really not that far out of his reach. Kurt holds back a laugh. Drunk Blaine is actually kind of really adorable. He smoothes back Blaine's curls and suddenly, hazel eyes meet his.

Kurt swallows. Blaine is looking at him, like really looking at him. Then his eyes flicker to Kurt's lips and a bolt of desire runs through Kurt. He longs to lean forward, just a little bit more and press his lips to Blaine's.

But not like this; not while he's drunk.

He's saved when Rachel appears suddenly, still put out from Finn's dismissal. She tugs on Blaine's hand.

"Blaine! Come sing with me!"

Blaine stumbles to his feet and laughs wildly as she drags him to the small stage. Finn walks up to him, the only other sober person there.

"Having fun?"

Kurt grins. "You bet. You're not drinking."

"I'm the designated driver," Finn replies. "Kind of need to stay sober."

"Yeah," Kurt's eyes flicker back to Blaine, who's still wearing that adorably goofy grin as he and Rachel pick out a song together.

"Are you like, into him?" Finn asks.

Kurt jumps. "What? Who?"

"Blaine. Your best friend, the other gay guy," Finn says helpfully.

"I can't believe it's so obvious you can see it," Kurt deadpans. "But he can't."

"What?"

"Nothing, Finn. So, how's life after Rachel?"

Finn's eyes flicker then, not to the girl in question, but to Quinn who's staring sadly at Sam and Santana.

"Confusing," he whispers.

"Are you back with Quinn?" Kurt hisses. "After everything she did to you?"

"No! I don't know. Maybe," Finn sputters. "It's all so complicated. She kissed me, I chased after her, Sam dumped her. Now he's with Santana and she's miserable and I don't know what to do."

Kurt pinches the bridge of his nose. "Finn. You're pathetic."

"Hey, you're the one in love with your gay friend."

Kurt glares. Before he can say anything, music begins blaring and Rachel and Blaine are singing along to 'Don't You Want Me, Baby', giving one of the best drunk performances Kurt has ever seen.

And he wants to laugh a little at the irony. Because he does want Blaine. Very much. He'd give anything to be up there, singing that duet with him.

When the song ends, there is sparse applause- no one is paying much attention. Artie and Brittany are making out, as are Tina and Mike. Quinn is sulking while Finn stares at her like a love sick puppy. Blaine makes his way over to Kurt.

"Did you like my song?"

"You sounded great, Blaine. Probably better sober but still great."

Blaine loses his footing and invades Kurt's personal space. He grins.

"You really liked it, didn't you? Don't you want me, Kurt?"

The taller boy flushes slightly. "Blaine-"

"Because I want you."

The statement comes across as a whisper, almost as if Blaine doesn't want to say it but can't stop himself. And Kurt stares at him, eyes wide. He doesn't move though. Doesn't run away. And Blaine takes the opportunity to continue.

"I do, Kurt. I have since last year and I know I said I got over you but I didn't. I hate that you dated that Warbler guy and I only tried to get Jeremiah back so I could try to get over you."

Blaine shakes his head. Suddenly, he pushes Kurt up against the nearest wall; Kurt swallows loudly as Blaine just looks at him, his eyes dark and hooded.

"I want you, Kurt."

He presses his lips sloppily against Kurt's. For one wild second, time stops. Kurt angles his head, as if to kiss back then he suddenly tastes the alcohol and it brings back a million memories.

A kiss, just like this, three years ago. Confused feelings and drunken bravery.

He shoves Blaine off of him and glares as Blaine regains his footing and looks at Kurt, confusion evident on his face.

"What?"

"Why is it," Kurt hisses, "That you can only publicly make a move when you have alcohol in your system?"

"I'm not drunk."

Kurt scoffs. "Right. And you weren't drunk three years ago?"

He ignores the little fact that Blaine wasn't drunk, just buzzed, because it still doesn't erase his anger. Blaine can only kiss him in front of others, it seems, when he can fall back and blame it on the alcohol. The only time he's ever kissed him without it was when they were alone, on stage.

"Well," And suddenly Blaine is glaring too, "Why am I the only one making the moves?"

Kurt gapes at him wordlessly. "You completely missed the point!"

"Whatever," Blaine snaps.

He walks back over to Rachel and grabs the first cup he can find, downing its contents in seconds. Kurt closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He can't stay here anymore.

He clambers up the stairs and out the door before anyone can see him.

Whoever decided to make drums out of Blaine's head needs to stop like now.

With a groan, he sits up and glances around. He's on a couch. In a basement. Blinking, he comes to the conclusion that it's Rachel's house.

Because they had a big party, didn't they? He can't really remember a thing from last night. Puck is passed out a couple feet away, drooling. Rachel, he sees, is fast asleep curled up on the stage. No one else is there.

He rolls off the couch and stumbles upstairs, his hand digging into his jeans pocket and finding his phone. He punches the first speed dial and waits for Kurt to pick up.

He doesn't; the phone goes to voicemail which makes Blaine worry a little because Kurt always answers his phone. He searches his phone book until he finds Finn's number and is relieved when he picks up.

"'Lo?"

"Finn! It's Blaine. Is Kurt okay?"

"Kurt's fine," Blaine breathes a sigh of relief. "He's up in his room right now. Did you want to talk to him? Why didn't you call him?"

"No. I mean, I called him for something but he didn't answer."

"That's weird…he always answers his phone."

"I know, Finn," Blaine's patience is weak; his head hurts and he feels super queasy. "Can you come get me? I'm at Rachel's."

"Sure thing, dude. I'll be there in like five."

Blaine hangs up. Then he empties the contents of his stomach into Rachel's bushes.

Kurt looks up at a gentle knock on his door. Finn is standing there awkwardly, shuffling his feet.

"What's up?" Kurt asks.

"I just got back from driving Blaine home. He said he called you and you didn't answer. And you always answer your phone so I was wondering…are you mad at Blaine?"

"No," Kurt turns back to his magazine. "Of course not."

"I don't believe you. If he did something to piss you off, you got to let me know. So I can hit him."

"What? Why?"

Finn shrugs. "I'm your big brother now dude. It's my job."

"Finn. You're a month younger than me."

Finn walks in and sits on the edge of Kurt's bed. "Come on; what did he do?"

Kurt sighs, tosses his magazine aside and sits up as well. "Can you promise me you won't get mad?"

"Sure?"

"And that you won't tell anyone. Especially not my dad."

Finn's eyes widen. "Do I want to know what you're gonna say?"

Kurt rolls his eyes. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Finn. It's nothing sexual you just- you can't tell anyone."

"Okay."

"I knew Blaine before glee club," Kurt begins quietly. "I met him at one of Puck's summer parties. He'd just moved to town and his parents all but shoved him out to have fun. He was buzzed. He sat down next to me."

Kurt begins to fiddle with his hands, aware of Finn's eyes on him.

"He flirted with me. I freaked at first, thought it was a cruel prank. But then he told me," Kurt stops, blushes furiously, "He seemed earnest. He kissed me."

"What?" Finn doesn't look angry just really surprised. "I-I thought he didn't come out until-"

"He didn't. Karofsky saw us and Blaine denied he was gay. I got dumpster tossed and I refused to have anything to do with Blaine again. Then he joined glee and against my better judgment, we became friends. Best friends. He kissed me again, after we lost Regionals. Told me he liked me."

Finn whistles. "Wow."

"I turned him down. I was convinced he was confused because I was the only gay guy he knew and I was in no place to reciprocate because…I had just gotten over my crush on you."

Finn coughs awkwardly. "Right."

"And then summer happened and he met that guy in Florida and he came back and we were fine. He was over it, there was no more awkward and we could go on being friends. And then we sang that stupid," And suddenly there are tears in Kurt's eyes, "duet and I haven't been able to get him off my mind. Then he dated Jeremiah and I was crushed until I found Eric and last night he told me that he never got over it and then he tried to kiss me but he was drunk and I want it to mean something and-"

He breaks off then because he's crying too hard to continue. Because he's just unleashed a year's worth of angst on his step-brother and he has to try to get it together before Finn leaves all shell shocked. But, suddenly, Finn is pulling him into a hug and Kurt is sobbing on his shoulder, his hands clutching Finn's shirt.

He almost laughs- almost- as he thinks of him a year ago, who wanted nothing more to be this close to the quarterback. He'd give anything to go back and tell that self that Finn would make an awesome stepbrother so get him out of your head and focus on your best friend.

When Kurt has cried himself out, he pulls away and wipes at his eyes. As embarrassing as it was, it felt nice to tell someone else. To get all that off his chest.

"Sorry, Finn," he mumbles.

"Shut up. This is what brothers do, right?" he pauses. "Do-do you need me to hit Blaine?"

"No," Kurt chuckles softly. "No. I just need a break from him. Clear my head and everything. He obviously doesn't remember a thing from last night; more proof that it meant nothing."

"Okay. If he calls me again, I'll tell him to leave you alone. That you're having, like, a diva thing. I don't know, but I'll take care of it."

"Thanks, Finn."

Finn pats Kurt's shoulder then ambles towards the door. He stops and looks back with a small grin.

"We should do this again sometime. Not the crying part but the talking part. It felt nice."

Kurt smiles. "Next time, bring the warm milk."

"What?"

"Nothing Finn. Thank you."

"No sweat, little bro."

Blaine goes to school with a bunch of alcoholics.

His fellow glee clubbers get drunk on bloody Marys to chase away the hangover and they do a choreographed dance to 'Blame it On the Alcohol' that Mr. Schue deems too glorifying.

Blaine catches up with Finn as they leave the auditorium.

"Hey, is Kurt okay? He hasn't been answering my calls or really responding to my texts."

"He's going through a diva thing. You know," Finn waves his hand. "Kurt stuff."

"'Right. If he's depressed, why doesn't he just talk to me?"

"I-I think he's been hanging out with that Eric guy!"

Blaine blinks. "The Warbler…I-I thought they broke up."

Finn shrugs. "I don't know but I see him on the phone a lot and if it's not you then it's him-hey there's Puck, I gotta go."

Blaine watches him practically bolt down the hallway, his thoughts running a million miles an hour. Was Kurt back with Eric? Was that why he was being so secretive and avoid-y? Why though, it's not like Blaine had a problem with Eric unless…

Unless Kurt figured out that Blaine still had that stupid crush on him and felt bad about flaunting Eric in his face. Unless Kurt only lied when he told Blaine that he broke up with him when really, he didn't want Blaine to be upset anymore.

Without thinking, he slips into an empty classroom and types out a quick message to Kurt.

Hey…look, if there's something you need to tell me, you can tell me. You know that, right? –B

He gets a reply seconds later.

I need some space, Blaine. I'm sorry. –K

Shit, Blaine thinks. Kurt totally knows.

Kurt meets Rachel and Mercedes at the latter's house. He needs a long sought after girls' night and he's thankful that they were able to indulge him.

"You okay, Kurt. You've been out of it since the party," Mercedes says.

Kurt forces a smile. "I'm fine. Tell me more about your pep assembly disaster."

Rachel groans. "I am never drinking again. Brittany puked all over me. It was disgusting!"

"Yeah, then Santana let loose," Mercedes shudders. "Just be happy you weren't there, Kurt."

"Believe me, I'm glad I wasn't."

"Kurt, is everything okay?" Rachel asks. "Mercedes is right, you have been out of it since the party…and you haven't talked to Blaine in a while."

"How do you-"

"He's my best friend, he tells me everything. What happened, Kurt?"

He sighs. "Nothing. Just-nothing."

"Spill Hummel," Mercedes glares at him.

"Blaine got drunk. Made a fool of himself. He told me he still had feelings for me, which obviously meant nothing because he was plastered when he said it and he didn't even remember it the next day. I got mad, I just- I don't want to deal with it right now."

"You're wrong Kurt," Rachel says quietly.

He looks at her. "About?"

"Blaine did mean it. He confessed to me a couple weeks ago that he still had feelings for you but you were with Eric at the time so he didn't say anything."

Kurt blinks. "You're lying."

"No. No, I'm not. He wants you, Kurt. He really does."

"No," Kurt stands up. "No he doesn't mean it. If he meant it, why did he try to get Jeremiah back? Why would he want a boyfriend if he was supposedly hung up on me? Why wouldn't he say anything after I told him that I ended things with Eric? Why would he need alcohol to say it at all?"

"Kurt,"

"Rachel, 'Cedes, I appreciate the girls night but I think I need to just go home and be alone."

He doesn't wait for their responses. He slips out of the house and into his car. His phone goes off and he ignores it, chalking it up to either Rachel or Mercedes. It's not Blaine though. Blaine is giving him space because Blaine is a good friend. Just a friend.

Only a friend.

It's all he'll ever be.

AN- le gasp. They didn't make up in the same chapter. Oh my goodness! BTW: We're getting closer to Original Song...