A/N Sorry this is late, I went to Wisconsin to visit my Daughter and got sick on the way home. For those who don't know, my daughter has severe non-verbal ASD, and I only get to see her every two weeks because she lives in a residence home for special needs kids that is 4 hours from where we live, and our last visit got cancelled due to bad weather, so it's actually been four weeks since I got to see her.

Anyway, day two's prompt was a bit problematic, it would have worked better a few days down the line, but I managed it.

Reviews always welcome!

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Another Day, Another Broken Heart

Saturday morning Kurt woke up in the main hall. Frustrated to find that he'd been sleepwalking again, and not wanting anyone to spot him wandering around in his pajamas, he hurried back to his dorm room. He didn't quite make it.

Wes' door opened and the council member stepped out as Kurt was walking quickly past. The older boy stopped abruptly upon spotting the younger Warbler, taking in his pajamas and the sleep tousled hair.

"Again?" Wes asked softly. Kurt just sighed and nodded, then proceeded to his room to get ready for the day.

He was not looking forward to this afternoon. He didn't know if he could watch Blaine sing for another guy, especially such a suggestive song. Why had Blaine chosen it? Maybe Wes was right. Maybe Blaine wasn't in love with this Jeremiah guy. Maybe he was just feeling lust, and Jeremiah was sexy enough for Blaine to be confused. Gaga knows Kurt was about as sexy as a baby penguin.

After breakfast they had another run through of the song. Kurt thought he was going to throw up as Blaine gushed about how Jeremiah was going to love it, and they'd live Happily Ever After.

As they were getting ready to leave, a delivery truck pulled up. "Hey, any of you guys know where I can find Kurt Hummel?" the harried looking driver asked.

Blinking in confusion, Kurt raised his hand. "I'm Kurt."

"Sign here," He said, holding out a clipboard. Kurt only hesitated a second before signing, trying to remember if he'd ordered something. Had his dad sent him something? The driver took his clipboard back and then handed him a box.

It wasn't too big, about six inches long, and about half as wide. The other Warblers looked at him curiously as he examined the box, before curiosity got the better of him and he opened it. Inside was a bundle of gourmet honey sticks. A pink ribbon was wrapped around them, with a note attached to it.

"Even this can't compare to your sweet smile, from your Secret Admirer."

Kurt couldn't fight the dopey grin that spread on his face. The other Warblers all patted him on the back, teasing him lightly. All except Blaine, who had his back turned, and was talking to Wes about the GAP Attack.

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Kurt's stomach lurched as he watched the older boy, Jeremiah, try and dodge a singing Blaine, a look of horror and embarrassment on his face. It was painful to watch, but Kurt was more upset because he knew Blaine was only going to get his heart broken by this guy.

Kurt's prediction proved to be true fifteen minutes later when Jeremiah angrily told Blaine off for getting him fired.

Neither boy spoke on the drive back to Dalton, the only noise in the car was the radio, which for once neither of them felt like singing along to. They were nearly back to the school when a song came on that had both of them cringing.

Look into my eyes and you'll see
I'm the only one
You've captured my love
Stolen my heart
Changed my life
Every time you make a move
You destroy my mind
And the way you touch
I lose control and shiver deep inside
You take my breath away

Both boys reached out to switch off the radio at the same time, their fingers sliding against each others'.

Kurt pulled back first. "Sorry."

Blaine gave him a lopsided smile. "It's okay."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Kurt asked softly as they turned into Dalton's student parking lot.

Blaine shook his head. "Maybe later. Right now I just want to eat a pint of mint chocolate chip and a tray of brownies."

Kurt couldn't help the small smile that produced. "Well, maybe we can go get coffee later, after you drown your sorrows?"

Blaine gave him a halfhearted smile. "Can it wait till tomorrow morning?"

Kurt nodded as they entered the building. "Sure. You want to go to the Lima Bean, or the cafeteria?"

"Ugh, the cafeteria's coffee sucks."

"True. The Lima Bean it is, then. I'll meet you in the lobby at seven."

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Blaine didn't come down for dinner that night, which was no surprise to Kurt as he sat with his fellow Warblers. The group was quieter than usual, and they were carefully avoiding the subject of Blaine's failed serenade.

"So Kurt, any idea who your Secret Admirer could be?" Trent asked.

The pale boy shook his head. "No clue. I'm not sure why anyone would be crushing on me, to tell you the truth."

Fourteen pairs of eyes turned to look at him.

"Really?" Trent said. "You think guys don't notice your perfect hair?"

Kurt frowned at him. "Yeah, but that's not rea-"

"Or your incredibly unusual eyes?" Thad interrupted.

"They're not tha-"

"Not to mention your skin, which looks like you bathe in cream on a nightly basis," Jeff said.

"Oh, I d-"

"And don't forget your sense of fashion, which puts most of us to shame," Nick added.

Kurt was blushing so bad his face felt like it was on fire.

"See, Kurt," Wes said beside him. "I told you guys found you sexy. You just need to see yourself through someone else's eyes."

Smiling shyly, Kurt glanced around the table. "Thanks, guys."

If only Blaine saw him that way, though. He sighed. It felt nice hearing these things from the other guys, and to think someone found him attractive enough to send him gifts from a Secret Admirer, but he still didn't understand why Blaine couldn't think about him like that.

As dinner was finishing up, Miss Simpson once again approached Kurt. She beamed as she handed him two white roses. "My goodness, Mr. Hummel, someone really wants to get your attention!"

Kurt accepted the flowers, eye brow cocked in surprise, and read the card, this time attached with a yellow ribbon.

"I only wish you could see what I see when I look at you. From your Secret Admirer."

"Well," David said, slinging his arm around the younger boy's shoulders. "If you won't take our word for it, maybe you'll believe your Secret Admirer!"

Kurt smiled, smelling the roses.