Kurt could have just moved seats. Day after day Blaine came to sit by him and instead of moving, Kurt endured the closeness, endured the way his heart picked up the pace, and endured the way he couldn't completely focus on the professor.

Maybe it was because he felt the need to punish himself for some reason, or maybe it was because over the holidays his dad had reminded him of the way he'd been brought up.

"You have to be kind to people Kurt." His dad had insisted after Kurt queried him on why he was doing a repair for cost. "That doesn't mean letting them take advantage of you, but it does mean seeing what people need and stepping in where you can."

He went on to explain that the couple he was fixing the car for had just had a baby that had health problems, were already stressed to the max both emotionally and financially, and the car was necessary for getting to and from the hospital.

"If I was just a regular businessman I wouldn't care… wouldn't see the people behind the counter for who they really were. I certainly wouldn't ask questions and wouldn't have discovered all about their situation, and I'd definitely end up making more money - but at what cost to myself? I make enough money Kurt. It ain't going to set us up in a mansion or anything, but I have a roof over my head and I can help you out with college here and there and that's good enough for me."

His dad had always been good about making everything he did and every challenge Kurt faced a learning opportunity, and while he had lived at home it had been exhausting, especially when his dad found out about how he had blackmailed Karofsky in order to secure his safety at school. Now though, he let his dad's message of values fall over him like a familiar old blanket. Being kind was easier said than done, especially with Blaine who had left him feeling used and redundant. So he fell back on old habits, being snarky and snappy even though he didn't move his seat.

"Apparently the stunt team is leaderless." Quinn quipped over lunch.

Kurt lifted his gaze up from the rabbit food he had been poking noncommittally with his fork, "What did they do to Blaine?"

"Nothing. Apparently once semester began again he said he was done with them."

Kurt cocked an eyebrow at that. He had assumed Blaine was there for good, so he had steered clear of the stunt team and its members - a difficult task when several of them were on the Sirens. His pride was still sore from the rejection.

Quinn chewed a mouthful of greens and watched Kurt's reaction, swallowing before continuing. "Apparently he felt like he was just a temporary fix."

"He swooped in pretty hard and fast Quinn. They won all their competitions over the holidays too. Why would he quit?"

Quinn rolled her eyes at him, Kurt missing whatever obvious thing she felt he was missing as he waited for her to elaborate.

"Look dummy. Maybe he actually did think he was just there until you healed up. Maybe he's not a total asshole like you figure he must be."

"Then why's he badgering me in class…." Kurt huffed softly, not confident enough about what he was saying to be more decisive. Blaine was a bit of pest, but, in reflection, it did seem like he was trying to be nice.

"Oh… maybe because he likes you?" Quinn snapped, another roll of the eyes accompanying it.

"Why?"

Hands gestured out to either side in the universal sign that Quinn had had enough of the topic. "Why don't you ask him?! Why do you keep asking me like I know? You're the one who got all hot and heavy with him at the party after all! Do I even want to ask why you were doing the walk of shame the morning after or should I just assume the worst?"

"You should probably assume the worst…."

"Damn it Kurt!" Quinn's hand was in his face, finger wagging at him scoldingly as she griped. "You know better! What the hell?! Am I the only one on the team with any semblance of sanity left? First Brit and now you…"

"I thought I was being clever with Brittany…"

"Well you weren't. Like I told you before - you suck at scheming. I think you secretly, maybe even subconsciously, just saw how much Brit was pining for Santana and wanted her to be happy so you came up with some lame excuse for it to happen… and now you're following suite and banging bottoms with the enemy? Do you know how bad it's going to look Kurt?!"

Kurt shrugged, looking away to avoid eye contact. "Why? Why does it look bad? Who's going to care… really?"

"You. When you get hurt."

His heart sank into his lungs, making it harder for him to take full breaths. He had never been good at dealing with heartbreak and Quinn knew it. He was still looking away when an all too familiar voice interrupted them.

"Hey… mind if I sit here?"

Kurt looked up in time to catch Quinn's be careful gaze before she picked up her tray and stepped away with the excuse of being done, leaving Kurt alone with Blaine who took her spot, plate piled high with enough calories and carbs to feed all of the Sirens.

"You left the stunt team." Kurt stammered. It was far from the first thing his logical mind figured would be best to start out the inevitable conversation he was about to have, but his logical mind was presently trying to dig itself out of a field of emotions.

"Yeah. You're back…" Blaine said plainly, arching one of those big bushy, caterpillar eyebrows as he spoke. "... and I told you before. I'm not interested in stunt. I'm on the Spartans because it covers my tuition and that's all I'm interested in committing to."

"Well I'm not someone who trusts easily."

"Yeah. Got that now."

Kurt leaned back into his seat, let his eyes roll upwards to glance at the ceiling as he collected his thoughts, and then looked back towards Blaine who was munching on something as he looked right back at Kurt, amber eyes twinkling with gold. This would be so much easier if he wasn't so good looking, Kurt thought to himself as he worked to form words.

"I thought you had purposely been rough with me that night so I'd mess up and you could take over my position in stunt."

Again Blaine's eyebrow caterpillars went up, this time together. "I… what? Kurt… you…" He dropped his voice to a whisper as a blush fell over his cheeks, "You wanted that… Was that why you fell?"

Kurt just nodded.

"Sorry…" Blaine glanced down. "God. No wonder you wouldn't talk to me in class."

"It's fine now… really…"

"No… no it's not… sex is supposed to be this thing that connects two people in a wonderful way and… Kurt… that was the first time I'd ever… I mean…"

Kurt went wide eyed, "Oh god. You weren't a virgin were you?"

Blaine spluttered a little, the redness on his cheeks spreading out to the rest of his face. "Oh.. No… no… I just… It was the first time I'd ever had sex without being in a relationship is all…"

Kurt mimed the gesture of wiping off his brow. "Phew. Well… welcome to college. Sex is good for relieving tension."

"Oh… is that… is that why…. uh… I mean… do you…."

Kurt had to shake his head, a corner of his mouth turning up into a half grin no matter how hard he was trying to suppress it. "God. My dad would totally approve of you… got the whole sex is a special way to connect to someone you care about talk after I became sexually active."

Blaine was delightfully rosy now, all over, and having a very difficult time maintaining eye contact.

"To answer your question though, or what I'm assuming your question is since you can't seem to form a sentence, even though you have no problem saying very dirty things after some drinks, yeah. I have sex to relax. A good shot of endorphins helps me level right out."

"Oh… so…."

God Blaine looked so crestfallen as Kurt spelled it out for him, and it tugged on his heart to watch Blaine stare at his meal dejectedly.

"It doesn't have to be a one time thing though."

Blaine's head snapped up as Kurt said it, and already Kurt could see his eyes growing blacker.

"I mean… you were actually really… good."

Now it was Blaine's turn for a smile to creep over his face as he looked at Kurt, puppy dog eyes completely set on him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

FondueForMew
I really don't understand why everyone is having a problem with differential calculus. It's… like… super easy.

AuntieSnix
That's my girl.

Quintessential
Barf. Get a room you too.

AuntieSnix
Done and done.

KittysKorner
At least they can't reproduce without help.

Quintessential
Oh god. Could you imagine? Little bitchy half-latinos that enjoyed calculus?

KittysKorner
Scary.