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From KiKiFliesDW13 Gleek: Maybe they could be studying and Blaine has an epiphany afterWes gives him a sheet with weird math questions E.G A is in love with B but doesn't know it. How would A profess his love for B when he finally realizes?

Two things. One, that is the most insanely weird complex screen name I've seen to date. Care to decode it for me? And two, the review finished with "I almost faint with delight when you update so quickly by the way." That made me smile a lot.

Also, I'm changing it from Math to English because I had a brain explosion that turned into this. And Wes and David are the year above Kurt and Blaine. Just because. If Ryan Murphy can mess with their ages, so can I.

... because, y'know, I'm up there with Ryan Murphy who created the characters. Yeah.

Essay

Blaine watched with interest as the textbook went sailing across the room and hit the wall. Across from him, Wes jumped at the noise and turned to glare at Blaine who was looking at him innocently.

"Wasn't me!"

Wes sighed. "Blaine, we're the only two people in here. You need that book to study so you can pass your exams so you can actually stay at Dalton next year."

"But it's boring!" Blaine groaned, hauling himself off his bed and retrieving his book. "I've done all the practice essay questions and they're all boring." He hesitated, reaching over to the bedside table where his phone was lying innocently.

"Don't even think about it, Blaine." Wes didn't even look up from where he had buried his nose back in his Math textbook. "You need to study. And besides, Kurt's probably studying too."

Blaine sighed, then his brain caught up with what his friend had said. "Hold on, why do you assume I was going to text Kurt?"

He saw Wes roll his eyes before looking up again. "Because you always text Kurt."

"I so do not." Blaine grabbed his phone. "I'll prove it!"

He scrolled through his sent messages. Kurt... Kurt... Kurt... damn.

"Anyway, now that you can see that I'm right, I stick with my earlier order of no texting Kurt. Look, if I write you up a practice essay question, will you do that? I sat the same exams last year after all, I know the general themes."

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks Wes." Blaine handed over his notebook and Wes thought for a few seconds before beginning to write. Blaine took advantage of his distracted state to text Kurt anyway.

Hey, how's the study going? Wes is being a tyrant and won't let me do anything but study. Hope you're not as miserable as me - Blaine

"Here." Wes placed the notebook next to Blaine before snatching the phone out of his hand and taking it back to his bed with him. "You can have this back once you've completed that question."

Blaine grumbled under his breath but ducked his head to try to decipher Wes' messy scrawl, missing the scheming smirk his friend had in place.

The main character struggles with a romantic attraction that he seems unable to put into words, even to his closest friends. Write a soliloquy when he is faced with the task of having to explain his feelings to himself and then to the one he loves.

Huh. Blaine couldn't work out which book this theme came from but figured he would find out on the day. Thinking for a bit, he began to jot down ideas to pull together into an essay.

So they've never told anybody how they feel... and they don't really know themselves...

Blaine bit his lip, wondering why his mind immediately flickered to Kurt. Well, for now he'll make a good enough person to write about.

So, if Blaine was the lead character, what would be the things about Kurt that he would be attracted to? Well, his personality was a big one. Kurt had the ability to make Blaine smile no matter what the circumstance, and he also had a way of stating the truth so bluntly but without making it seem like an insult.

He's definitely good with his words, Blaine wrote before looking at the sentence again. It'll probably be about a girl in the actual essay, but I can change it later.

What else?

His smile lights up the room. And it was true. When Kurt was happy, everybody else was happy. His excitement was contagious and Blaine found he had a new appreciation for Disney Princess movies when watching them with Kurt because of how happy it made the younger boy to see the 'happily ever after' style stories.

He sings like an angel. Blaine couldn't even begin to comprehend it the first time he heard Kurt sing, and he still held a grudge against the council for not showcasing Kurt's talent.

He's not afraid to show emotion, and he inspires others to do the same. His hand paused, remembering the first time he had been brave enough to let down his own walls and show Kurt some of his pain. The first time he had come close to losing it in front of Kurt, he had turned to run before feeling Kurt's arms wrap around him. "It's okay to cry," he had whispered, and Blaine had broken down. And when he was finished and looked up at Kurt again, he hadn't felt ashamed.

He's courageous. He throws himself into everything he does with passion. He takes things to heart...

Blaine began to write the soliloquy, the words pouring out of him before he could even comprehend them. He was vaguely aware that Wes had stopped reading and was watching him, but he didn't care. The task had taken him over.

Finally finishing the last line, Blaine looked over what he had read again, the words suddenly clicking into place in his mind, right down to the last line where Blaine froze.

"Wes, I need my phone," he said without looking up.

There was a soft thud and his phone landed on the bed next to him. He saw he had a text from Kurt and opened it.

Pretty terrible. I'd do anything for a break. If you can get away from your evil dictator, come and rescue me, okay? - Kurt

Blaine stood up, grabbing his blazer and made his way out of the room and down the hallway to Kurt and David's room. Knocking once, he opened the door and stuck his head in to see David studying and Kurt -

Kurt was fast asleep, his head resting gently in his folded arms, history textbook abandoned at the foot of his bed.

"I decided I'd give him a break," David whispered from across the room, stretching and dropping his own textbook on the bed. "You might want to wake him up though, he's still got a lot of studying to get through. I'm going to visit Wes for a bit, see if he can help me with this question."

With that David left the room. As his footsteps echoed down the hallway, Blaine realized he had been staring at Kurt the whole time and David hadn't said a word about it. Has everybody in this school seen what I was too blind to realize? Blaine knew full well that Wes had written that question to make him realize his feelings for Kurt, and David was certainly in on it too.

Does Kurt know?

Blaine crossed the room to sit on the bed next to Kurt, taking in the sight for a few seconds longer before shaking his friend gently.

"Kurt, time to wake up."

Kurt snuffled, attempting to bury his head in his arms. Blaine bit back a gasp as he rolled onto his side, blinking up at Blaine blearily. How could you not realize he was this beautiful before?

"Blaine?" Kurt mumbled, his brow furrowed. "What are you doing here?"

"I got a break from studying and thought I'd come over and see how you're going."

Kurt propped himself up on his elbows, absently brushing a piece of hair out of his face. Blaine chuckled. "Clearly well."

"Mm." Kurt yawned before sitting up properly. "Hey, where's David?"

"He's gone to study with Wes." Blaine smiled softly as he watched Kurt struggle to keep himself awake. David had always mentioned that Kurt took a long time to wake up and Blaine was loving being able to see that himself.

"Oh." Kurt rubbed his eyes. "Sorry, I'm not a good morning person. And don't even tell me that it's afternoon," he added, as Blaine opened his mouth to say exactly that. "I know. So, what did you want to do with our newfound freedom?"

"Nothing in particular. Just wanted to spend some time with you."

As the words left his mouth, Blaine could hear the inflection in them. Kurt paused, looking at him through suddenly-alert eyes.

"Why's that?"

Blaine panicked. Now what? What am I meant to do, I can't just say "Oh, because I just realized I'm in love with you."

"You - you are?"

Blaine looked up to see Kurt staring at him, shocked. "Oh, crap, did I just say that?"

Kurt nodded, suddenly looking crestfallen. "Yeah, but it's okay if you didn't mean it, I don't know exactly what you were thinking but I guess it's an easy enough mistake to make -"

"Kurt, it wasn't a mistake."

Kurt's mouth snapped shut, giving Blaine the chance to start his own ramble. "I just wanted a better way to tell you, you know? I know you love romance so I wanted to make it romantic and something you'd remember, not when you'd just woken up and we're in the middle of studying for exams and -"

He felt the words cut off as a pair of lips pressed against his gently and his brain wiped of any conscious thought except I'm kissing Kurt.

After a few seconds, Kurt pulled away, touching a hand to his lips briefly before his mouth curved in a smile. "I - was that okay?"

"Definitely," Blaine murmured before pulling him back in.

"Where is it?"

David burst in the door to see Wes sitting on Blaine's bed, holding the abandoned notebook. He sat next to him and Wes shuffled over so they could both read the words.

Has it always been this way? Have I truly been blind for so long?

No - no, this isn't right. I must be mistaken

And yet ... there is something about him that I am seeing for the first time,

Something in the way he smiles, the way he moves. Something so beautiful.

He has courage in abundance; he is brave enough to show his heart when the world condemns him for it.

And yet, he is gentle. He sings as an angel does; he is an angel among men and women, an angel I wish to be mine.

No, this can't be so?

But it is. I see him, I drink him in.

He is everything I have always wanted.

I... yes - I do.

I love him.

I must tell him.

I so don't pretend to be a poet. I just based it on the way people wrote soliloquies in the Shakespeare stuff I studied in High School.