The bell rang to signal the end of lunch time and the beginning of last period. All the students in Blaine's class were all rushing to the change rooms, where they just hung around until the coach came to get them. Blaine was left in the hall by himself, stuck by the metal structure, replaying the events of the past few minutes.

He looked up at the scaffolding with a sad look. This thing almost caused the death of his friend. His first friend in his new life.

"I'm sorry. I won't bother you anymore." Blaine's heart broke when he heard Kurt say that. The amount of emotion in those two sentences was so thick, that even a deaf man could hear it.

Then Blaine slammed his fist into the floor, a echo of his action resonated around the hall. He had just lost his first friend. He had scared the poor human with his possessiveness and over-display of protection. Blaine hit the floor again, swearing as he did so. Why did he want to save Kurt?

It's because you like him, a voice in Blaine's head said. You want him. You need him... The voice drifted away. Blaine let out a cry of frustration and buried his head in his hands.

Kurt was just a human, and all wing carriers knew that they couldn't be entirely happy if they were to love a human. It was the special connection between carriers which kept them together, even through tough times. Blaine thought he had felt those feelings with Kurt, but he was just a normal person, a human being without wings. What would Kurt think if Blaine told him he had wings? Would the other boy think he was crazy? And might probably wouldn't speak to Blaine anymore. He let out a groan. He just wanted to be with Kurt, to hold him and to protect him, despite all of those wing carrier morals.

He wanted to love Kurt, and to be loved back.

Blaine wouldn't deny he had feelings for Kurt. In fact, from the first moment they locked eyes, Blaine swore there was a spark between them. And earlier that day too, when Blaine reached out to pull Kurt up from the floor, his hand tingled just slightly after they released hands. But he could have just been imagining those sensations.

Soon, his class and the coach had arrived. The group of loud students were bunched in smaller sub-groups, gossiping and laughing, ignoring anything and everything around them. The coached clapped their hands and tried to get the students' attentions, but failed miserably. They shook their head, and walked off to collect some equipment. Blaine got off the floor and walked towards the exit of the hall. He wanted to be anywhere but here.

Blaine walked through the empty halls, trying to figure out what to do next. He decided to keep the P.E. uniform on, as he wasn't bothered to change out of them. He let his wings become barred, displaying the edge he was feeling.

He loved his wings. Sure, he may be the only ones around here with them, but they were his companions and he could never lose them. His parents had often told him that the only things that wing carriers could trust were their wings. They don't have a mind of their own, so they could never betray you.

The new student dawdled through the school grounds and eventually made it to the courtyard. He looked up to the clear sky above and sighed. He made his way across the deserted area to the now abandoned New Directions table. Blaine sat down and gazed up to the sky once again. Then, he pulled out his phone and attempted to text Kurt.

However, he spotted something in the corner of his eye. Blaine turned towards the thing, to find a flurry of what looked like white feathers turn a corner on a flight of stairs. The student stared at that spot for a while, even though the feathers had disappeared. He shook his head slightly, telling himself that he just imagined it. He refocused his concentration to his phone, and started to compose a message:

Hey Kurt. You don't have to be sorry about what happened in the Gym. I just wanted to help you. I just want to know if you're alright. - Blaine

Blaine put his phone down and rested his head on the table. His wings were flexed and swaying gently in the breeze. He closed his eyes and though about Kurt.

Kurt. Kurt's eyes. Kurt's voice. Kurt's laugh. Blaine smiled to himself. He wondered how Kurt thought about him.

Blaine stayed in that position until the bell rang for end of school. He checked his phone to see that Kurt hadn't replied to him. Blaine felt his heart sink. He sent another text:

I know we don't have glee today, so do you want a lift home? If you do, meet me at my motorcycle and I'm leaving in 20 minutes. - Blaine

He put away his phone and got up from the table. Blaine stopped at his locker to sort out his possessions, before heading towards his Yamaha. Blaine hoped that Kurt was there, waiting for Blaine, but instead, he found that one of the helmets was missing, and in its place was a post-it note:

Blaine, I took your helmet because I know how much you hate carrying it. I'll keep it for now. Thank you and sorry. - Kurt

Blaine turned around, expecting Kurt to stand there with his helmet, but he only saw the neighbouring car. He checked the time and realised that it was 25 minutes after he had sent his last message. Blaine looked around for Kurt once more, before frowning and mounting his motorcycle and strapping on his helmet. He pulled out of the McKinley parking lot and headed home.

Blaine lived close to Kurt, but didn't want to tell him in case it made him sound like a stalker. Once he arrived home, he whipped out his phone to check for messages, disappointed to find that there were none. The boy trudged up the stairs to his room and collapsed on his bed. He sent another text to Kurt, wanting him to reply, and hoped that tomorrow would be better than today.

Unfortunately, the next day was just as bad. Blaine saw Kurt around school, but the other boy ignored him. They had glee practice after school, but Kurt didn't go. Finn said that Kurt said something about helping his dad out at the garage. Blaine understood, but didn't believe it.

"Mr Schue, may I say something?" Puck raised his hand.

"Sure. Go ahead." Puck stood up and made his way to the front of the room.

"Since it's the end of the year, I think we should have a party, just for the New Directions." Everyone in the room cheered, including Mr Schue. Blaine laughed and thought about what Kurt was missing out on. "It's on Saturday from 3 o'clock onwards at my place. Okay, got it?" Everyone shared nods and excited looks. "Finn, tell Kurt, would you?" Finn nodded.

"Okay thanks Puckerman." Mr Schue said as he made his way to where Puck was standing. Puck resumed his seat and listened to Mr Schue.

Blaine tuned out of the conversation and thought about Kurt. The other boy would be there, right? Blaine certainly hoped so.

Soon, the bell rang again and the New Directions left to go home. Rachel and Mercedes approached Blaine.

"Do you know where Kurt is? We need his help to pick out our outfits for Saturday's party." Mercedes stated. Blaine shrugged.

"Why are you asking me? You should ask Finn." He said as he pointed to the boy in question.

"But aren't you two close?" Mercedes ask with Rachel nodding her head vigorously.

Blaine took time to think about that. "No. We've only known each other for three days, and he didn't even talk to me today, so..." he drifted off.

Rachel sent a look towards Mercedes, who shrugged in return. "Okay. We'll go ask Finn then. Bye."

"Bye." Blaine said with one arm raised in a frozen wave. He deflated, mounted his motorcycle, then went home, always thinking about Kurt.

If you didn't realise already, this was in Blaine's POV. I'm not really happy with this, but I wrote it in the early hours of the morning, so hey.

Preview of next chapter:
Finn tried to wave his hand in front of Kurt's face, scare him, anything to get Kurt alert without touching him, because Finn knew that if he laid even one finger on Kurt's clothes, he would be punished by the boy himself.

See you on the 29th. Bye!