Author's Note: This one was suggested by Lillibug618. : )

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Chapter 3: Physics

Blaine walked through the halls of McKinley with his nose buried in his Physics book, cramming information into his head for his major test. Unfortunately, when he realized that this school was way easier than Dalton, he stopped studying. Now, he was paying for it. His grade was inching towards a B, meaning he was inching farther away from his 4.0.

"Hey Blaine," Kurt said happily, looping his arm in Blaine's. Blaine grunted to acknowledge Kurt, but didn't even look up. Kurt started going on about something, probably involving Vogue, but all Blaine could hear was his own voice in his head, reading the formulas and memorizing everything he possibly could. "Sound good?"

"Huh? Sure, yea. See ya," Blaine said hurriedly, turning into his Physic's class and sitting down at his desk, still studying his eyeballs out. He could hear his Physics teacher chuckling while Blaine was practically tearing his hair out over this.

"Books away Mr. Anderson," Mr. Harold said, smacking his stack of thick tests against Blaine's desk. Blaine closed his book, threw it under his desk, and started taking cleansing breaths. He could do this. He could do this.

Mr. Harold dropped the packet on his desk. Ok, he could do this. Number one… Shit! He couldn't do this! What the hell is this? Is this a different language? There is no way this is English!

Blaine was definitely almost ripping his hair out now, his fingers pulling through his curls while he stared at the packet. He flipped through the entire test, looking for anything he could answer. Nothing. He knew absolutely nothing on the test.

He glanced up at the clock. Already fifteen minutes out of the forty five minute class were gone. Since he knew that he didn't know any of it, he just started guessing on how to answer questions, writing down numbers that make slight sense. Mr. Harold was still chuckling at Blaine's pain. That damn sadist. He loved seeing people fail tests, especially people who have kept a 4.0 all through high school. People like Blaine.

"The bell will ring in five minutes," he announced. Blaine's pencil was now flying over the paper, writing down the most random numbers as long as something was written down. He prayed that Mr. Harold would have mercy on Blaine's soul and give him one point for each question that he at least guessed on.

Finally, Blaine was out of his misery. The bell rang and he practically threw the test at his teacher, frustrated with his inevitable F. He'd never hear the end of this from his parents. He wouldn't get into a good college! Kurt would break up with him! He won't be able to get a job! HE'LL HAVE TO BE HOMELESS AND ALONE FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE!

"Are you ok?" Kurt asked as he walked into the classroom. He had Physics second period.

"That test is pure hell," Blaine said simply while he walked out of the room. Kurt had said something else to him, but Blaine didn't hear it. It couldn't have been too important right?

Refresh. Refresh. Refresh. Blaine clicked that button over and over again on his laptop, waiting for his damn Physics teacher to post the results to the test online. Eventually, Blaine realized that it wasn't going to happen any time soon, so he went and took a shower, put on his favorite pair of pajamas (his Gryffindor colored boxers and a black tank top) and went into his living room to watch mind numbing television.

After about an hour and a half of SpongeBob, Blaine thought he'd go upstairs and check his grade again, to see if it'd plummeted yet. Yea, that looked like it was going to be how he was spending this Friday night. When he got up to his room, he noticed how his cell phone's notification light was flashing. He grabbed it off the charger and threw himself into his desk chair, powering up his computer.

5 Missed Calls. 4 Unread messages. 2 Voicemails.

Kurt Hummel: 5:43 : I can't wait for tonight! I've been looking forward to it all week! See you in about fifteen minutes!

Kurt Hummel: 6:40: Running late? Your car didn't break down did it?

Kurt Hummel: 7:10: Blaine? Is everything ok? Are you alright?

Kurt Hummel: 8:00: I'm calling you.

Missed Call from Kurt Hummel: 8:02

Missed Call from Kurt Hummel: 8:23

Missed Call from Kurt Hummel: 8:36

Missed Call from Kurt Hummel: 8:42

Missed Call from Kurt Hummel: 8:57

"Shit!" Blaine yelped, dialing the number for his voicemail while trying to remember what he was missing exactly. He ran over to his Avatar: The Last Airbender calendar, looking for the day's date while he listened to his messages.

"Two new messages. First message from 'Kurt Hummel'. Message received at 8:37 P.M. 'Blaine, are you ok? Your car didn't break down or anything? Oh, God I hope you didn't get in an accident. You did seem kinda out of it today. Call me back please.'"

He found it. The date on the calendar was marked with a red, marker drawn star, obviously drawn by Kurt. But why did he put that there? And why the hell couldn't Blaine remember? It was like that stupid SpongeBob episode he had just watched, where all the little SpongeBobs that were showing SpongeBob's thoughts threw away anything that didn't have to do with fine dining and breathing. Blaine did the same thing, only with Physics and breathing.

"Second message from 'Kurt Hummel'. Message received at 9:00 P.M. 'Blaine, I'm really freaking out now. Please call me back.' End of messages." Blaine hung up his phone and tried to think. He knew for a fact they weren't going anywhere tonight because Blaine didn't have any cash on him. He still had to go to the bank… Then it hit him like a bus.

Blaine, we've been dating for almost a year now. I think it's time that we…well, you know. But we should pick a day, so we're both ready and so we're both safe.

How the hell did he forget that? Of course! His parents were out of town for the weekend and Kurt was staying the night tonight. He had to pick Kurt up because the Navigator was in the shop. It'd taken so much convincing on their part to get Burt to let him stay the night, and now it was almost nine thirty!

Blaine grabbed his car keys and got into his car, speeding to the Hummel-Hudson household. He could explain everything to Kurt when he got there. With his speeding, Blaine was able to make the forty five minute drive into a half hour drive, and as soon as he was in the driveway, he bounded up the front yard and started knocking on the door. When Kurt answered the door he went from frazzled, to ecstatic, to confused, to pissed off.

"Oh God! You're safe! Wait, why the hell are you in your pajamas? You forgot didn't you!" Kurt said dramatically, changing emotions faster than a pregnant woman. "I can't believe you forgot something like this! I was talking about it, literally, all day!"

"I know! I am so sorry. I got so caught up in that damn physics test and Mr. Harold is just trying to get my 4.0 to no longer exist! I mean, you can tell how stressed out this has made me right? Otherwise, I would've never forgotten that we were supposed to have sex tonight!"

"What?" Mr. Hummel yelled, walking in on the conversation. Blaine was about to break out into a cursing fit. Why the hell did he have to say that so loud? And of course, he'd be standing here in his boxers.

"Uh," both of the boys said awkwardly. So, because of Blaine complete obliviousness to Kurt and anything but Physics, instead of having a fun filled evening alone at the Anderson house, Kurt and Blaine had a not so fun filled evening with Mr. Hummel, his sex education packets, and his hunting rifle.