"I'm in love."

A spluttering, coughing sound filled the room from Wes, "what?"

"I'm in love," repeated Blaine, sitting up and looking Wes straight in the eye, his expression serious.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"Well, what's their name?"

Silence.

"Blaine?"

"..I- I don't know."

"What?"

"I said I don't know! It's just... I heard them singing and I don't know... something clicked."

"You heard them?" Fors asked suddenly, sitting up from his seat on top of Theo.

"Yeah."

"So you didn't see them?" Theo continued.

"Well..No. I couldn't open the door and they'd left before I could reach another entrance."

Wes and David exchanged looks whilst Kurt struggled to shrink his widened eyes, knowing the person Blaine must have heard was him. Thankfully, Blaine held everyone's attention and nobody was looking at him. He swallowed, trying to compose himself.

"Blaine...you don't even know their name. Are you sure that it's love. It's not like you haven't been wrong before- remember the last time? 'When I get you alone'... didn't you get him fired?"

Blaine blushed and Kurt looked up in curiosity, noticing the way each of the boys winced slightly as they remembered what was known as 'the warbler gap attack'.

"Seriously, singing him- what was his name again, Jeremiah?"

David nodded at Wes.

"Anyway, singing Jeremiah a song about sex toys? I'm still suffering from second-hand cringing. All I'm saying is, what if it's like then? You said it yourself, you didn't even see their face."

Blaine sat up, his face morphed into a stony bitch stare, "so that's what this is all about? It's not like before, this...it feels different."

"Because you don't know them."

"No, Wes! Because... I don't know, but the emotion in their voice... I'd never heard it before yet I recognized it. It sounds stupid, I know, but I can't explain how it feels to me. And I shouldn't have to! You're supposed to be my friends."

"We are!" David spoke up, putting his hand on Wes' shoulder to stop him from saying something he'd regret, "it's just.. as Wes said, it sounds a bit farfetched.."

Standing up, Blaine bit back his anger and upset from his friends reactions, "I need to go."

"Blaine-"

The boy just calmly walked out the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Well done you two."

A few minutes later, Kurt left the room too, lost in his thoughts.

It was dark outside as Blaine left Windsor, heading into the cold towards the gym. Although he had already visited it earlier in the day, he knew he needed to sort out his thoughts, and he had grown accustomed to punching a bag whilst he did this.

The lights were out in the sports room when Blaine reached it, the doors locked too. Luckily, when Blaine had first come to Dalton, he had been given a key to it- something The Dean had thought would be a good idea in order to help Blaine deal with his past. The man had encouraged the teen to join several clubs, boxing being one although Blaine would argue it wasn't a club as he didn't do it during the times everyone else did as he often had work to do or other clubs. This was part of the reason he had been gifted the key, although Blaine did think The Dean may have forgotten he still had it. It didn't stop him from using it though.

Inside, the dark haired boy quickly opened his locker, pulling out his gym clothes and changing in a matter of seconds- a product of his overcrowded emotions. He wrapped his hands skilfully and slid his familiar, black gloves on top. They were from his father who had seemed to had taken an interest in him when The Dean had told him about Blaine taking up the sport. Possibly he had thought it was his first steps in turning straight. This was one of the reasons they were so well worn- he'd sometimes remember this theory and, with every punch, he imagine he was squashing his father's ideas. And it felt good.

After performing his usual warm up routine, Blaine walked over to the hanging bag, giving it a look over before landing his first punch, getting rewarded by a soft thud as the fabrics collided. He repeats his movements over and over, his footwork was sloppier than usual, as it wasn't a proper practice and he just wanted to get his anger out, but his punches were still forceful and well aimed. Deep down, he knew his friends were right, how could you be in love with someone when you didn't know the smallest thing about them? But he couldn't explain it, much like he couldn't get that song out of his head. That voice, that voice! It was so perfect, yet vulnerable but oh so strong at the same time. And he didn't even know the owner! He punched the bag again in frustration.

He imagined the bag was all his worries- what if the voice belonged to a girl? He was so sure he was gay- a gold star gay and proud at that. But what if it did? It'd mean his dad was right all along, that it was just a phase and he just had to 'find the right girl.' He knew that idea was a massive pile of bs, but still... What if?

A punch to the bag.

Everyone would be right- he had been beaten up after the Sadie Hawkins dance for nothing.

Punch.

He had split up his parents marriage for nothing.

Punch.

He'd lost his mother's love for something he believed to be true, and he had been wrong.

This punch was weaker as Blaine collapsed to the floor in tears- why did it have to be him? He didn't deserve this...did he?

Suddenly, he felt some hesitant, gentle arms wrap around him and Blaine didn't even look up. He just sank into them.

Five minutes later, after he had eventually stopped crying and simply allowed himself to be held into a hug, Blaine looked up, wiping the mix of sweat and tears away from his eyes as it occurred to him he didn't know who the other person was.

"K- Kurt?"

The shy boy just gave a tiny smile. After he had left the room, Kurt had immediately tried to find his best friend. He could tell the boy was upset and, even though he would start shaking when he thought of how close Blaine was to discovering his secret, he knew he had to find him.

Thankfully, Blaine wasn't too careful in hiding his way although he did seem to walk fast. Kurt was just lucky he had listen to Coach Sue when she had demonstrated her tracking skills- something she had shown him along with the rest of her Cheerios to show them how easy it would be to find them if they ever ran away from the group. Still, by the time Kurt had got to the gym, Blaine was already throwing punches at the bag and Kurt had hid, eyes widening as he realized what Blaine was doing. Boxing. Beating things up. His thoughts immediately lead to Karofsky. He only came out of his thoughts and hiding place when he noticed Blaine sinking to the ground in despair and he knew he had to push his emotions aside.

"Kurt? What- are you okay?"

Theo and Fors had never really been considered 'normal'. Whether it was because of their past, the fact they wouldn't rest until they had completed whatever they set out to do or that their loyalty to their friends was so strong few possessed it, they never really knew. However, the knack for creating mischief whilst also owning large amounts of money had never really mixed very well; it was just fuel for their shenanigans. They still carried rock salt and holy water from the time they had been completely addicted to Supernatural- luckily, they had stopped spraying the water randomly into people's faces after it had got into David's eyes and he'd fallen backwards down the stairs. Still, at least they'd confirmed he wasn't a demon.

Since the boys had first found out about the passageways, they had set about exploiting their money by setting up several hidden cameras around Dalton so they could disappear and reappear without being caught. One of these cameras, they had placed in the auditorium, and that was what they were watching now.

"It's very dark, isn't it?"

"Nearly as dark as our souls," grinned Theo, jokingly.

"I was going to say that the tapes nearly as blank as David's love life but yours works too."

"Speaking of David- have you tried Kurt's cookies?"

"How is that related to David?"

"They both know eachother! But seriously, back in Halloween, him, Jeff and the others made some and I suddenly have a craving for them."

"Jeff helped? You probably ate one with some kind of mustard or bug in it then..."

"Well he should do it again then, they tasted like- look!"

"How can something taste like look?"

"No- look! At the screen."

Sure enough, a slight figure was able to be vaguely made out on the camera, barely shown as the body was careful to keep out of the light.

"Who is that?"

"Well it's not a girl at least, I'm pretty sure I just saw a flash of colour from a Dalton blazer, also, look at the shoes when they next come into light."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"So..it's a boy who goes to Dalton and wears shoes like that? Does this mean going shoe watching?"

"I-"

And that's when the figure began to sing, making each of the gremlins stop talking immediately as their mouths fell open at the music.

"Wow.."

"Shh, listen!"

Each boy then fell completely silent until the melody finished and even after, it was a while until either spoke.

"Well... I can see why Blaine fell in love."

"Yeah..."

"So what do we do with the tape now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you saw how fast the boy moved so he didn't get caught by Blaine... if they did that, they definitely won't want it on record...so.."

"We destroy the tape?"

"We destroy the tape."

"Kurt? What- are you okay?"

Kurt gave a half smile- he'd just found out his best friend was quite possibly a jock. That he'd failed by trusting him. That he was just another person who quite probably would end up hating him when he found out about his past. Sure, he was fine.

Besides, he could deal with his emotions later.

And so he looked up at Blaine, forcing the smile to stick and hiding his shock and terror, and nodded. Blaine gave a weak, slightly teary smile back.

"We should probably get back to the dorm- it's getting late."

Again, Kurt nodded and accepted Blaine's hand up, keeping up his facade. Afterwards, Blaine gathered his school clothes and stuffed them haphazardly into his sports bag, slinging it over one shoulder. Together, they walked across the now pitch black grounds to Windsor.

That night, Blaine woke up with a start, unaware at first at quite what had shaken him until he heard a low whimpering. His first intelligible thoughts were to check if Kurt was okay and, as he did so, he found the source of noise. Although the porcelain teen was lying flat on his back, he was shaking violently whilst his hands were moving as if they were fighting off an imaginary creature. Suddenly, it was as if his hands were pinned by his side and tears leaked down the boy's face which was currently morphed into a look of pain.

Blaine jumped out of bed in an instant, rushing to the boy's side.

"Kurt? Kurt!"

No change.

"C'mon, Kurt!" He tried again, earning the same amount of acknowledgement: none. Taking a deep breath whilst knowing the boy didn't like being touched, he shook Kurt lightly, this time making him stir slightly. He bit his tongue- if the teen didn't like being touched, how would he react to being forced awake to find another boy by his side? Blaine sighed, as long as he wasn't in pain, he would count it as a win.

More forcefully this time, Blaine shook Kurt again, this time awakening him.

The chestnut haired teenager sat up immediately, cowering away from Blaine mechanically.

"Kurt? It's only me- Blaine. Are you okay? I think you were having a nightmare.."

Kurt nodded, not sure what he was agreeing to but he relaxed a bit at the sound of his friend's voice.

"...do you want to tell me what it was about?"

Kurt shook his head.

"Okay, that's fine too..umm.." Blaine reached towards the other boy's bedside lamp, silently asking Kurt with his eyes to check if it was okay before he turned it on. "You're very pale," observed Blaine, marvelling at the washed out tone of the boy's skin, much whiter than usual.

In return, Kurt managed a feeble smile before carefully reaching over and pointing at his notepad and pen. Blaine, getting the idea, obliged in passing it to him.

'Hey Blaine..?'

"Yeah?" Blaine replied, smiling welcomingly at the other boy.

'Can I ask you something?'

"Kurt, you're my best friend, of course you can- anything."

The pale boy took a deep breath, 'you box.'

"Yes..although that's more of a statement than a question."

'No, I mean.. Blaine, are you..' Kurt's handwriting was now almost illegible due to the shakiness of his hands.

'Are you a- a jock?'