A/N: Happy New Year! I wish you all the best for 2013; I hope you have a great year. Again, thank you for the generous feedback, (31 REVIEWS! OMG) I love hearing your thoughts so keep them coming!

KlaineOTP: Quinn is Belinda in this story. Thank you for reviewing!

LittleKlainer: You asked about the unscripted kiss, you'll just have to wait and see...

I know a lot of you have been waiting for this chapter, so here it is: Klaine interaction! Woo! Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or A Walk to Remember; those rights belong to Mr Ryan Murphy himself and Nicholas Sparks

Blaine was having a wonderful dream. He was sat upon a blanket spread out on the fresh grass beneath him, his back resting against a tree. He felt extremely content sat there and that wasn't even the best part. Kurt was perched between his legs, his back against Blaine's chest with his head leaning peacefully on his shoulder.

"I love you," he whispered softly into Kurt's ear, eliciting a smile from the pale boy.

"Blaine," a voice echoed and it definitely wasn't Kurt's. "Blaine!" Kurt's mouth spoke the words in a foreign but familiar voice. "Blaine, wake up!" Wait…Was that his Mom?! Why was Kurt speaking with his Mom's voice? "Wake up! Up, up, up!"

Blaine's eyes opened immediately as said person started clapping. He squinted at the sudden exposure to light and blinked multiple times to clear his vision and was met with the sight of his slightly irritated mother.

"S'wrong? S'Saturday," he mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Tutoring," Julie stated with an amused smile.

Oh. That. Great.

So that's how Blaine found himself slumped against the seat in McKinley's school bus at 8am. 8am! He could think of many different things he could be doing on a Saturday morning, sleeping being one. He had to admit, he was slightly pissed that he was awoken from that amazing dream he was having. Trust education to get in the way of his secret happiness. He was briefly aware that the bus was stopping to let another bunch of nerds who have nothing better to do on a Saturday apart from tutoring. His nose was suddenly filled with the scent of vanilla as someone occupied the seat beside him. He glanced up and –

No way. Kurt Hummel was not sitting next to him. He must still be dreaming. He pinched himself to find that he was indeed sitting next to Kurt. Kurt Hummel was sitting next to Blaine. Kurt must've realised that Blaine was gawking at him because he turned to him with a worried expression etching his features.

"Um, is it okay if I sit here? I-I'll go if you want me too," Kurt stammered, moving to get up. Blaine stopped him by placing his hand on his arm. Kurt looked thoroughly shocked by the gesture and slowly sank back down.

"N-No," Get yourself together, Anderson! "It's fine. Stay."

"Okay…" Kurt mumbled in response, his eyebrows perking up as he glanced at Blaine's hand which was still on his arm. A faint blush crept up Blaine's cheeks as he hastily removed his hand, basically stroking Kurt's arm in the process. He coughed awkwardly and turned his attention to the window trying to ignore the tingling in his hand, unaware that Kurt was experiencing the same problem in his arm.

Blaine grunted and resisted the urge to bang his head repeatedly on the desk. He was getting nowhere with this kid.

"But I don't understand!" Dean cried for the hundredth time. Okay, maybe Blaine was exaggerating, but it felt like a hundred times. He did not sign up for this.

"Listen. It's really simple. All you have to do is rearrange the formula, replace the letters with the numbers given and then solve it to find the value of x." Blaine explained again. He didn't think the kids, well teenagers but they were acting like kids, would be this stupid. They're still on question one and they started forty minutes ago. Forty minutes ago.

"But what's the point? Why are people stupid enough to write the question and not bother to write the numbers in but put letters there instead as well as writing what number the letter represents?" Blaine had to admit, the kid did have a point.

"Look, it doesn't matter. What does matter is that I'm here to help you and we need to get the work done. Now can you please be cooperative so we can work through these questions?"

"Fine," Dead huffed.

"Thank you," Blaine said relieved.

This was going to be a long day.

Four very long, tiring hours later, Blaine was finally on the bus back home. It wasn't too bad after Dean actually started trying to do the work instead of asking the most ridiculous and downright pointless questions. He deeply hoped that tutoring partners got switched about because he doesn't think he'd be able to last a month with that brainless idiot without hurting someone or himself. Blaine closed his eyes and settled into his seat hoping to get some much needed sleep. Well, that was his plan until he smelt that smell again: vanilla.

Kurt was sitting next to him. Again.

"You don't mind if I sit here again do you?" Kurt asked hesitantly with a smile.

"No, its fine," he reassured him with a classic 'Blaine Anderson smile' and Kurt practically beamed.

"Thanks." Blaine gave him a nod in return unsure what to say. The first journey evolved around an awkward silence the whole way there. "So…" Oh, my God, he was trying to start a conversation. With me. ME! Blaine felt like squealing but, of course, he didn't. "I saw you had Dean, pain in the ass, right?"

"You could say that," Blaine said, shaking with laughter.

"I had to help him with chemistry the other week. God, I'm surprised I'm not in prison right now with a murder sentence." Again, Blaine laughed, empathising with him right away.

"I know how you feel. I spent most of the time plotting different ways I could make his death look like an accident. Wait, you had him the other week? Does that mean you don't get the same person each time?" Blaine asked, his voice rising with hope.

"Someone different every week. They usually try and pair you with someone who needs help in a subject you're good at."

"Oh, thank God!" Blaine cried, catching the attention of some of the other students whose eyes widened as they saw who he was sitting with. He coughed and scratched the nape of his neck awkwardly avoiding their gazes. Kurt seemed to notice his discomfort and remained silent. Blaine couldn't help but notice the disappointment etched into his features.

"Do you want me to go? Because you obviously aren't comfortable to be seen sitting with the gay kid," Kurt snapped at him, though Blaine couldn't help but notice the hurt in his voice.

"No, no, no! It's not that, I don't care that you're gay, I promise." Blaine spoke frantically, his eyes widening in horror at Kurt's accusation.

"Y-You don't?" he asked in a small voice, obviously not expecting such things to be said by someone like Blaine.

"Of course not," Blaine reassured, his gaze softening along with his voice.

"Why?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. Blaine couldn't help but notice how the light hit his flawless skin at the movement and made it shine. His eyes remained transfixed on Kurt's face, drinking in its beauty. It was until the said boy looked at him expectantly that Blaine remembered he was supposed to be talking.

"B-Because," Blaine, talk properly, what's wrong with you?! He cursed himself. "Because it doesn't matter. It shouldn't matter if you are or not and because I-" Blaine stopped abruptly mentally hitting himself. "I-I, um, I don't like labels."

He'd nearly blown everything. He'd nearly said: "because I'm gay too." He doesn't even know why he felt the sudden urge to say that. He looked at Kurt nervously, desperately hoping he didn't catch his slip up. But Kurt just remained silent, his eyes searching Blaine's face like he was trying to figure him out.

"You know, I think I was wrong about you, Anderson," Blaine's eyebrow quirked up at the statement, and the use of his last name.

"And why is that, Hummel?" he asked with a smirk. Wait, was he flirting?

"You're not like your friends. You seem… I don't know. I get the feeling that you're not who you seem to be. Like you're hiding something."

Blaine was stunned into silence. Kurt had basically uncovered his secret. Well, he'd not figured out everything, he'd just caught onto the fact Blaine was wearing a mask.

"I'm right, aren't I?"

"If I say you are, you won't let it go, will you?"

"No," he answered.

"What if I say you're wrong?"

"Nope. You've just made it clear to me that I was, indeed, right." Kurt smiled confidently.

"Dammit." Blaine murmured, his wary eyes meeting Kurt's amused ones.

"Don't worry, I won't ask you to tell me. You obviously don't want anyone to know." Kurt said, placing a reassuring hand on his arm and Blaine visibly relaxed.

"Thanks."

"But if you do find that you want to talk about it, just know I'll be here to listen. I know we aren't exactly friends, but… The offer still stands, okay?"

Blaine just smiled in return, not trusting his own voice. He wanted to just burst into tears and tell Kurt everything. He'd never had someone look like they genuinely cared and it was enough to make him want to knock down all of his walls. But he didn't. Instead he just focussed on trying to get rid of the lump in his throat and not on how his skin was practically singing at Kurt's comforting touch.

"So… I never expected to see you tutoring." Kurt stated and Blaine was glad for the subject change.

"Yeah, well, it wasn't exactly voluntary. Figgins' made come as part of my punishment."

"Punishment?"

"Yeah… For, um… For what happened to Sam," Blaine spoke quietly, avoiding Kurt's gaze.

"The new kid? But… That wasn't your fault, was it? It was those friends of yours. I heard them talking to Sam about 'welcoming' him."

Wow, Blaine thought, Kurt is really observant.

"I was the one they found there and Sam wouldn't talk so… Here I am," he stated with a shrug.

"But that isn't fair on you."

"I'm not bothered. C'mon, would you really expect the others to come do tutoring willingly? Of course not, and Glee Club for that matter."

"Wait, Glee Club?" Kurt asked, bemused, his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah. That's another thing on Figgins' list of punishments for me."

"So… You're joining Glee?" Kurt's eyebrows rose even further and Blaine was sure they were going to get lost in his hair.

"And the school musical," Blaine nodded in confirmation.

"Wow, okay. I definitely wasn't expecting that. So, you can sing?"

"Y-Yeah, I guess…" Blaine shied away from his gaze, pulling on the sleeve of his jacket.

"I can't wait to hear you," Kurt's words seemed sincere and Blaine smiled, glancing up at him through his eyelashes, a slight blush tinting his cheeks.

"This is me," Kurt said sadly as the bus stopped. Blaine tried to hide his disappointment as he nodded. "I guess I'll see you in Glee. It was nice talking to you, Blaine." Kurt smiled and Blaine internally squealed.

"Bye, Kurt," Blaine spoke softly with a smile as Kurt got up and gave him a small wave. Blaine kept his eyes trained on Kurt's departing figure, his smile getting wider as he proudly told himself:

I just had a conversation with Kurt Hummel. An actual conversation.

A/N: There you have it, chapter 5! I hope Klaine's interaction was satisfactorily to you all, I know most of you've been waiting for it.

I uploaded a Soulmate!Klaine one shot the other day, if you want to read it, it's called: 'Two Hands, One Heart'

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