Chapter 15:

"I Need You"

"Because! Because I'm..."
"What?! Because you're what?!" Kurt yelled, even louder this time.
"I'm… I'M Bla-" but he was cut off by the loud ringing of Kurt's cell phone. Kurt just looked down at the now glowing screen to notice Blaine's name flashing.
"I have to take this. But you better have a good excuse. Trust me, I cannot wait to hear this." He turned on his heel and stomped towards the door. He was quite surprised by how candid he just treated Mr Anders, but he couldn't help it. He just felt a certain pull to treat him as a non-teacher, but he had no idea why. The sound of footsteps died out as he reached the door on the opposite side of the classroom and then the sound of the door slamming filled the room.

Blaine was clutching the sides of his desk incredibly hard, his knuckles were turning white. He was filled with anger, disappointment, longing, sadness and a lot of rage. He actually felt like he was about to cry, from the sadness or anger, he couldn't tell. His insides were about to burst. The excitement of finally getting to reveal himself and be with Kurt birthed different visions for him of their future together. He could picture them lying on his couch, their limbs tangled together as they sneaked in a few light kisses late at night, then going to bed and making sweet love all night long, worshiping each other. He could also picture them getting married, having kids; but that was all stopped when that fucking ringtone went off. "ARRRRGGHHHH!" Blaine mentally screamed.

That was it. The need was too much. He needed Kurt to know who he really was. He needed Kurt. He needed to out that impostor, and he needed to do it now, before Kurt did actually go through with... that.

Kurt answered the call as soon as he got half way down the corridor after storming out of Mr Anders' classroom. "Hey." he said, trying to mask his feelings.
"Hey babe, meet me by your locker in an hour." replied Blaine.
Then the phone went dead. Kurt gave a confused look and placed the phone back into the pocket of his skinny jeans. He then shook his head and ran his hands through his perfectly styled hair. When the bell rang, Kurt jumped slightly. "Shit!" he said to himself as he took off to get to his next class.

A few minutes after Kurt had left and the bell had gone, Blaine looked out of the frosted glass of his classroom door. He had finally managed to calm down and get himself together. He was also thinking of a plan to out this so called "Blaine" as a total fraud. The silhouettes of students rushing to their lessons shot by the window. A few moments later, the hall was empty again, except from a few stragglers. Blaine left the classroom and decided he needed to go for a walk since this was his only free period of the day. He really didn't want to be pissed off at his next class when they really hadn't done anything wrong. He was known as the sweet, kind and happy Mr Anders now. Apparently, he had made a good first impression on the kids.

Strolling down the hallways, he smiled and nodded his head as different students that were late to their classes greeted him. As soon as they passed, his face moulded back into its sad expression.

Just around the corner was Kurt's locker. At that though, his heart gave a little twitch. Anything that reminded him of Kurt made him feel like a lovesick puppy now. Those blue eyes had haunted his dreams, as well as the rest of that perfect angel, but in not so angelic situations.

Something stopped him in his tracks. He heard different voices. He didn't know why they stopped him, he hadn't heard them before. Although, as he gingerly turned the corner, he hopped back and pressed himself up against the wall. It was that twat that was sucking Kurt's face off the other day. It was Blaine.

The anger he had managed to push down before surfaced instantly and his hands curled into fists. Suddenly, a rush of possessiveness again gained control of his body. The words that they were saying though managed to stop him.

"-so Wes did transfer then?"
"Yeah. He wanted to lead the Warblers back at Dalton." Nick stated. "The dean let him back in, Jeff told me. He tells me everything" He smiled.
"Get your head out of your ass, Romeo."
"He also told me that Wes told him that your seeing this guy here?" Nick inquired. Blaine grunted.
"Oh, sweet Nicky, Nicky. I don't do 'seeing'. I'm working my way in, for lack of a better term." Sebastian winked. "I'm meeting him in an hour so I can push things a bit. Damn I've never worked this hard before in my life for a lay." Blaine sucked in a breath. 'I knew it!'
"But Seb-" 'Seb?! Seb?! Right.' Blaine turned and rushed back to his classroom. He had a plan. A bad one, but still a plan. If he were to gain access to the school student records on the online register, he could try and get this Seb's full name. He only had to find his picture that was attached to the name that started with Seb.

He had one hour. He knew he could do it. He had to.

After twenty minutes of searching and clicking on many student profiles, he had finally found the boy he was looking for. Looking at the screen of his laptop in disbelief, he read the name over and over again. "Sebastian Smythe." The information that came with the profile was very basic. Just the fact that he was a transfer, warnings for teachers about his different behaviour problems, etc.

Looking at his watch, he stood up and quickly hit the print button. He rushed over to the printer and waited for the document to be released. The rumbling sound the printer emitted made Blaine more impatient. "Come on, come on, come on, come on-" he kept repeating, until it was finally finished. "Yes!" He grabbed it, placed it on his desk and hurried out of the room.

As expected, the meerkat-like-boy was leaning against Kurt's locker with his phone in hand, texting away. Blaine strode over, wanting to get this over with. Wanting this kid to leave his soulmate alone. "Hey Smythe!" he called.
"What?" the boy in question replied, not looking up.

Sebastian didn't seem to care that someone was shouting his real name. He knew that Kurt wouldn't be out of class for another ten minutes at least.

Blaine stopped in front of him. "I'm Mr Anders and I would like to have a word with you." Sebastian looked up.
"Why?"
"Follow me."

Sebastian followed Mr Anders, mirroring his footsteps. He knew this professor couldn't prove anything about what he was about to accuse him of. He could talk or wriggle his way out of anything. It was his natural gift. However, he was thrown off balance slightly as a jock that had his hands in his pockets and eyes glued to the ground bumped shoulders with him. Mr Anders was still walking. "I'm sorry." said the jock, then looking up to acknowledge who he just bumped into. Shock was plastered on his face. Sebastian just groaned and kept walking, only looking at him for a split second.

"You better be. Watch out, cave boy." He called over his shoulder, once again matching the walking patterns of Mr Anders. Something ignited in his chest.

Dave was walking down the corridor, trying to ignore everyone and everything. That instantly failed as he made contact with another body. "I'm sorry." he hurried out, breaking eye contact with the floor. Oh god. It was the boy from before. His heart was on fire. The boy's reply did make him hurt a little bit. "You better be. Watch out, cave boy." also the fact that the brunette didn't even stop to view him properly made him ache inside. Shaking his head, he continued his journey.

A/N: I guess you all kinda guessed that our dear Blaine was going to get interrupted. Oh well, hope you liked it! (: x