Okay, so yesterday I wanted to go ham with writing, and I didn't get to. *weeps openly * However, I did get to paint, which was fun; and I did my physics homework, which was not fun; and I went shopping, which I actually didn't want to do.

Today it is Saturday, but I still had to wake up at 8 AM, and am therefore sort of grumpy, but I feel bad for not writing, so I'm going to throw up a chapter of this and then probably get some Niff done… Yay!

Kurt Hummel didn't know what the next step was. He just wanted Blaine… But where to go from here? Admittedly, Kurt was sort of a spoiled kid. When life had screwed him over and killed his mom, his dad had sort of stepped in to make up for it and got him everything he could want. But now Kurt wanted something he didn't know if he could get…

But he would make it happen anyway.

Because Kurt knew he messed up. A little too well, actually. You know how when someone tells you a secret, when you look back it feels so obvious? Well, Kurt was looking back, and everything had been really clear. Like, oh-my-gosh-how-could-you-not-have-noticed-that clear. It made him want to facedesk more than anything, but it also made Kurt feel extremely guilty.

Like, really? How could he of all people not have figured it out when Blaine saw he was pulling away? He should have realized with all the fancy dates and all the little things he said. "Kurt, do you that maybe you'd like to come over tonight? I'll try to make it perfect, I promise." Gah, what? Kurt had actually let him say that so uncertainly? It had gotten to that point? And what made things worse is that Kurt didn't think he had said yes… "You look great today, Kurt. Maybe… maybe you could help me with how I look? I don't want to look bad with you, or for you, or anything…" And really? Kurt hadn't read into that at all? He should have seen; he should have been paying attention! There was so much… wrong with that statement that he just… allowed. He should have stopped Blaine then and there and… complemented him or something… "I just want to be perfect for you, Kurt."

Oh.

And that made it all make sense… It made sense what Blaine had been doing. He had been running himself to the bone for him, trying to be perfect… and that wasn't fair. Kurt had been asking too much of him, and then… then he must have stopped eating because he had been way too thin in that picture… Kurt had made Blaine scared and tentative around him; that he remembered, he had been told…

Kurt's skin crawled. He saw what Jeff saw in him… what Blaine refused to see in him. He was a bully… He hurt people and he didn't care. He made things hard for Blaine, and that wasn't right. He made him scared, and he made him run, and… and, shit, he had made him cry, and he hadn't even done anything about it. He let Blaine catch him with Sam, when he should have just ended it. He shouldn't have started it…

Kurt's heart clenched with regret at just the thought of Sam Evans. He had never made a bigger mistake in his life…

And you know? Blaine must have known. All that time ignoring him… Blaine must have realized that all of his attention was going to their own resident trouty mouth. Crap, what had he been doing? Was he really that naïve? And why hadn't Blaine called him out? Kurt's stomach churned because he knew why. He knew it was because Blaine loved him in the right way. He loved him in the "forever" kind of way, and he had wanted to give him the chance to fix things… Blaine had wanted to give him the opportunity to pick the right guy.

To pick Blaine.

And unfortunately, Kurt had picked the right guy. He had just picked him too late… and now what was he supposed to do? He had to figure something out, right? He couldn't let the world's most perfect boyfriend slip between his fingers, could he? No. He couldn't.

Kurt just wasn't seeing how he could possible make that happen. Blaine was perfect, but he was the worst. At this point, Kurt wasn't even sure if he had anything to bring to the table anymore. He had actually ruined everything without thinking. He hadn't been fair to himself, and Kurt was nothing if not self-centered on occasion. He had to figure something out, but what was there to do?

The Warblers had made it quite obvious that they didn't want him to see Blaine, and maybe that was kind of fair. He wasn't currently known for doing nice things for the other boy. But… but that didn't mean he didn't want to make things right. It didn't mean that he didn't love Blaine.

Kurt really did love Blaine. He loved him, and he hadn't love Sam. Sam felt good when they were pressed together, but the idea of Blaine just felt right all the time. Kurt loved his little hands and the way he could never keep them still when he sang. He loved the emotion he put behind a song because Blaine had felt it all before and needed to get it out. He loved how you could see the Filipino in him in his jaw line when he moved his head just so. He loved how he really would do anything for him, but he hated it cause he didn't deserve that.

Kurt knew it was a long shot, but he wanted Blaine back. The only question was how…

"Feelin' fly and fine, BA?" Flint asked with a friendly snicker as he took the seat next to Blaine in the Warbler commons. He had always thought his initials were funny… Lately, all of his fellow Warblers had been doing their best around him, and –like it or not- their efforts were definitely managing to lift his spirits. Also, they hadn't been touching him lately. At all. And after what had happened last week, that was probably for the best… Blaine didn't want to be touched. He was Kurt's… He was supposed to be for Kurt only. He offered up a weak smile.

"Feeling relatively fly… you know. For a white guy," Blaine said, naturally starting the whole room off into a chorus, belting out their parts to the song before a banging of the gavel from Wes had them seated and silenced.

"If you wouldn't mind, fellow Warblers, we would like to start today's meeting," his roommate addressed the boys. He cleared his throat and looked down at the notes for the day's practice. "So, to set us off, after much deliberation, the council as decided on a set list for this year's Festival of Music. We plan on taking home every award yet again this year, so please start looking over your music and have it memorized before next meeting," Wes instructed, passing out folders filled with sheet music. The second Blaine got his hands on one, he opened it up and read through the set list.

The first was Bruno Mars's "Grenade" and the arranging was genius. Blaine had luckily auditioned for a solo two weeks ago when he was in a semi-decent mood, and he was seriously hoping for to get his one. The second was a mash up of "Gone", "Love Song", and "On Bended Knee" that Blaine had a mini heart attack to while reading through it. The song looked amazing, and it would sound so cool with everyone's voices… yes. The last was "We R Firework" which was a rather incredible looking Ke$ha and Katy Perry mix. Okay, Blaine lied. He wanted that one. Especially because there were about fourteen million ja's in the other parts, and Blaine didn't think he could handle it without tripping over the words.

He looked up and saw all of his fellow Warblers looking at Wes anxiously, and Blaine realized he was just as hopeful as the rest of them. He was really longing for a solo. He didn't know how lucky he would be though, due to being a freaking emotional wreck (he had trashed the entire room because Trent had brought up P!nk and he thought of Kurt… he was obviously in a bad head space) and having left last year. Still, he crossed his fingers.

"And as you've all been waiting for, 'Grenade' will go to Warbler Nick as well due to his spectacular job with Uptown Girl, and will be our Warbler piece. The second song will go to Warblers Nick, Jeff, and Thad because it needs singers, plural. Nick, you'll handle 'Love Song', Jeff will have 'Gone', and Thad can take 'On Bended Knee.' Lastly, 'We R Firework' will be Warbler Blaine's. Any questions? Good. Now, on the topic of uniforms…" Wes continued to speak, but Blaine couldn't hear it.

He got the solo!

Before he realized it, a real, tangible smile had crept up on his face. It shouldn't have taken something like this to prove that the other Warblers still wanted him around, but… but this just felt right, really. He was still one of them. They still loved him, and they weren't kicking him out.

The second the meeting adjourned, Blaine flew out of his seat and threw himself at Wes. "Thank you. Thank you so, so much!" he yelped, squeezing his roommate's middle as tight as possible. Wes hugged him back.

"Good, I'm glad you're happy. I just… I wanted you to know that… that I want what's best for you, and I'm sorry if I ever made you question that," he apologized out of nowhere, so Blaine just held him tighter.

"It's fine, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Not a problem, Blaine-a-bee."

IMPORTANT: Guys, don't worry. My set lists? ALWAYS REAL. I'll never give you a song that you can't listen to. The giant mash up is by Sam Tsui (he does all the layers). "Grenade" is by Seth Johnson (and his buddy does the layers), and the last is by Melohouse. So go youtube that crap and ENJOY! Btw, I spent like… thirty minutes on that list, looking for the most Warbler-y of all songs. I hope you're all pleased ;D

And that's also nice for all you fellow lovers of a cappella music. If you want some more people, hit me up! I gotch you.