A/N Thank you to all the amazing reviews I've had so far from all my regular readers, new readers and guests. :D I'm really enjoying writing this and I hope you will love this story. It's going to be really sweet, honest! Oh and Jov, yes to both your questions. :)

I don't own Glee. I totally should though.

Chapter Three

Blaine had had the strangest day. It seemed like all the boys at school wanted to sleep with him, even the male teachers were more polite and attentive to him than normal, and most of the girls appeared to hate him. What for he had no clue. Whatever it was, it was exhausting. What with that and Sam acting all crazy, all Blaine wanted to do was fall asleep for a thousand years and never wake up. It was all getting a bit too much for him. Leaning his head back on the seat of Sam's truck Blaine closed his eyes and tried to forget the horrendous day that he had had. His feet ached, his face felt grimy and his ass felt like it had been shredded with a cheese cutter. If he was going to be a girl for much longer he was going to need to get new knickers.

"Um Blaine... I've been thinking. Um, if you're a girl and all, are you and Kurt still, you know, engaged?" Sam tentatively asked, looking nervous at what the response might be.

"Oh shit, Kurt! I can't believe I didn't think of that." Blaine shot up from his slumped position in the truck, horrified at what Kurt would make of all of this. Would he be like Sam and know, or like everyone else? How would Kurt treat him now he was a girl? Everything was a mess.

"Well, you have been kinda distracted with the whole 'I've got boobs and a vagina now' thing." Sam responded, trying but failing to look sympathetic. He didn't seem to mind the whole prospect of Blaine being a girl now. At all. After his initial freak out, Sam had been very supportive, but also very optimistic about the whole arrangement. But then he wasn't the one that woke up as a girl this morning.

"Do you think he will hate me now?" Blaine almost whispered out, small stabbing pains entering his heart as the tears welling up stung his eyes.

Shaking his head, Sam turned to look at Blaine with a serious look on his face. "No. How can he hate you Blaine? You're one of the nicest guys- I mean people, I've ever met. If he does then he's a jerk ok and I'll be having words with him." Sam patted Blaine's knee reassuringly, making his best friend give him a watery smile back.

"I guess I'm going to have to call him when I get back home." Blaine sniffed, wiping a stray tear quickly from his face.

"Yeah, I guess so." It was a conversation that Blaine was not looking forward to...

Blaine sat on his bed, cross legged, pulling his skirt down to cover him modestly as he pressed enter on his laptop to start Skyping Kurt. He nervously shuffled as he waited to see if Kurt would take his call. He had come to the conclusion that Kurt may not even want to talk to him. It was an unnerving feeling. Yesterday he had been his fiancé, but what was he now?

When Kurt's face came over the screen, looking curious, Blaine breathed out in relief. At least he didn't hate him. Yet.

"Hey Blaine, what's up?" Kurt questioned him and he took a deep breath in. How he was going to go about this he did not know, but he needed to find out everything. Even if that meant losing Kurt. At least he now knew one thing, Kurt didn't remember him being a boy. Not if his greeting was any indication.

"Um, well I needed to see you..." Picking at the skin around his nails, Blaine found it hard to even look at the ocean coloured eyes of his fiancé. Or former fiancé. Or whatever it was that they were now.

He heard Kurt puff out a slightly frustrated sounding exhalation and look at him in a slightly condescending manner that he supposed was supposed to be empathy. But then Kurt had never been very good at hiding his emotions. "Blaine, honey, I've told you before. I can't like you in that way. I like men remember?"

"Yeah I know that I-"

Kurt cut him off, starting to look a tiny bit peeved at Blaine's calling him. Maybe he didn't like him after all. Maybe he had only been polite when he took his call. "You can't keep doing this B. You need to find a guy who will actually like you. We can only ever be friends. Ok?"

"Sure but-" When Kurt cut him off again he could feel his nostrils flair a little in anger. Kurt had never cut him off like this when he had been a guy.

"No buts Blaine. I'm gay and that's never going to change. I'm sorry."

"Kurt will you let me speak for Christ's sake!" Blaine yelled out angrily at Kurt's condescending tone. He was beginning to see a whole new side to Kurt, and one he didn't particularly like very much. How dare Kurt keep interrupting him as if he knew better than Blaine? He didn't even know what it was that Blaine wanted to say, but it felt like he wasn't listening to a word. Was this how some of the girls saw Kurt too? He would have to talk to Tina about it. As he tried to calm himself down, he saw the surprise in Kurt's wide eyed, open face and felt a little bad about snapping with such hostility at him. Blaine wasn't normally like that at all, he hated conflict and he hated his temper. That was why he boxed often. Well, when he had been a guy that was. Now he was a girl he wasn't sure he would be able to do that. He hadn't been in the girls locker rooms yet to find out. Taking a deep breath in and then releasing it Blaine tried to calmly speak to his fiancé. "Thank you. I wanted to say that..." As he looked into Kurt's puzzled face he realised that this was all just a waste of time. Kurt clearly didn't think of Blaine as anything more than a friend, and a nuisance one at that. "You know what? Never mind. It doesn't matter. I'll speak to you later."

"Uh bye."Kurt responded perplexed. Blaine cut Kurt off and flipped his laptop screen down, getting up to place his computer back on his desk and then retreating back to his bed, tears streaming down his face. He had lost Kurt. Again. This time he wasn't sure he would be able to get him back. With that and everything else that had happened today Blaine was exhausted and upset. But more than that, deep inside him the very core of him felt strange, like he wasn't himself any longer. He couldn't seem to hold any of his emotions in any more as the tears poured down his face. He felt a vulnerability and a fragility that he had never felt before and all he could think of was that he wanted someone strong to hold him and tell him everything would be alright. He wanted Sam. Picking up the phone he had haphazardly thrown onto the end of his bed when he had returned home he sent a text to Sam asking for him to come over. He just hoped his best friend would acquiesce...

When Sam received a text from Blaine that didn't make a whole load of sense he started to really worry about his friend. Snatching his coat off the chair he had thrown it across in his bedroom he bounded down the stairs of the Hummel Hudsons house that he was residing in whilst he finished his schooling. Calling out to Carol where he was going, he was out of the door before he heard a response from her and in his truck reversing out of the driveway. For some reason Sam felt the need to protect his friend now that he was a girl. He wasn't really sure he understood why, but his small frame and large doe like eyes stirred something from deep within him, making him feel protective of Blaine. It was a strange feeling. He had never felt this way about his best friend before, Blaine had always seemed so strong to him, stronger than he was, at least emotionally anyhow, but now... It was a weird sensation and he couldn't help but feel it spread through his whole body as he drove like a mad man to Blaine's house.

Once he had parked himself in the Anderson's driveway he hopped out and raced to the front door, ringing the bell. The door opened to Mrs Anderson looking up kindly to him. She was a small, slight woman and Sam could see a lot of Blaine in her, whatever sex he was. "Hey Mrs A, can I see Blaine?"

"Hello Sam my dear, yes she's up in her room, but leave the door open!" Mrs Anderson called out to him as he shuffled inside and raced up the stairs two at a time.

"Will do Mrs A!" Sam replied. That was a new development. Blaine had never had to leave the door to his room open as a guy. But then Sam guessed they didn't want to know what was going on in his room half the time anyway, especially if Kurt was visiting. Getting to the top of the stairs he made his way to Blaine's door, knocking on the closed door before opening it and peeking round the corner. What he saw made his heart squeeze inside his chest. Sitting there on her bed was Blaine, curled up in her sheets and looking so helpless, tears streaming down her face. Sam couldn't help but want to hold Blaine closely to him. This is too weird, this is my vest friend. My guy best friend. What am I thinking?

Before he even knew what he was doing Sam had climbed onto Blaine's bed beside her and pulled Blaine's small frame to him, holding her protectively in his arms, and almost a little possessively. "B, what's wrong? What's going on?"

Feeling Blaine's hands curl around his shirt and grip it tightly to her, laying her head on his chest, made Sam tighten his hold on the beautiful girl in his arms. "Everything's changed Sam and I feel so out of place. I hate this. I hate being a girl. I hate feeling so vulnerable and helpless. I hate that I can't seem to stop crying. I hate it all." Sobbing openly Blaine shifted even further into his hold and Sam couldn't help but kiss the top of her head in comfort and make soothing noises as he stroked her back to calm her down. Blaine was definitely not having a good day. Her chat with Kurt had obviously not gone well.

"Oh B, I'm sorry. Did your talk with Kurt not go well?" He inquired, laying his head on the top of Blaine's dark curls. They smelled like raspberry shampoo, just like always, but this time it made Sam's heart race a little faster. Blaine is so gorgeous...I wish I could kiss her... Wait, this is Blaine, I can't think like this. He's my best friend. My bro and he's going through a tough time right now. Sam couldn't help but start to think of Blaine as a girl however and his feelings were becoming very jumbled. On the one hand, this was Blaine, his friend and brother, on the other, she was an extremely attractive girl and he wanted her. He wanted all of her. It felt wrong and weird and yet right all at the same time. Sam was extremely confused. He frowned a little, trying very hard to listen to what his friend was saying to him and not listen to his surfacing urges.

"He thinks I'm some stalker hag who can't stop crushing on him."

Sam's eyes widened, his mouth gaping, blurting out what was inside his head before he realised what he was saying. "Seriously? Wow, why is it that all the girls I've ever really liked have had like major crushes on...er...never mind." Shuffling on the bed uncomfortably, his face suddenly felt very hot and Sam found he could not look Blaine in the eyes. Was he really beginning to have feelings for Blaine? Those types of feelings?

"...On Kurt?" Blaine responded, pulling herself away from their embrace, a small smile of hope playing on her lips as she looked up at Sam with her large hazel eyes. Sam had never noticed quite how pretty they were before that very moment. Brown, gold, blue, grey and green all rolled into one.

"Um, yeah..."

"Are you saying you like me Sammy?" Oh crap, what am I going to say? I can't tell my best friend that I like him as a girl, that would be so wrong! Opening and closing his mouth, looking a little like a goldfish Sam decided that he was going to deny that he had thought of Blaine in that way at all.

"What? No! I mean you're like my bro, I could never like you that way."

Blaine's face crumpled at his words and guilt blossomed from the pit of his stomach, his throat tightening inexplicably. "Oh..."

All Sam could do was change the subject, the atmosphere was already awkward enough as it was. He knew that Blaine had had a bit of a crush on him when he had been a guy, but did she still have feelings for him? From her response Sam had to think that maybe she did. If that was the case, what was he going to do? Whatever it was Sam wasn't going to do it right now. It just didn't seem right. "So um, being a girl is weird huh?"

"Yeah. Everyone sees you in such a different light, and the world feels like it's skewed, and not in my favour. I mean, why do the girls have to primp themselves to look good for the guys? How is that fair? Why can't the guys do that instead? I mean girls are the ones who ultimately choose their mate right?"

"Er..." All this talk was scrambling Sam's brain and with all these strange new feelings coming to light Sam couldn't help but switch off as his friend rambled on, finding themselves staring directly at his friends fine assets and wandering what they looked like without her shirt and sweater on over them.

"Sam are you staring at my breasts again?"

Sam's head snapped up to a pissed looking Blaine and he felt himself become tongue tied. Blaine was seriously the hottest girl he had ever seen. He couldn't help it. "Um..."

"See this is what I mean. I can't even have a conversation with my best friend without it turning into something to do with sex. Sam look at me, my face. I'm more than just a pair of tits, I'm a person. Why can't people just see me for me? Why does gender have to be such a big deal?" Blaine demanded. Sam had no answers, but if his being attracted to Blaine as a girl was any example then gender seemed to have a lot to do with it.

"Sorry, you're just... well, hot. I'll try to do better, I promise. No more looking at your boobs."

"Sam?"

"Hmm?" Sam answered non committally. Girls always wanted to talk. Blaine had never wanted to talk this much as a guy. Not that Sam had remembered anyway. Why was it that his friend did now? He was definitely turning into more of a girl the longer Blaine spent this way. Sam didn't have that long of an attention span, he had reached his limits conversation wise and he had a feeling it was annoying Blaine intensely.

"You're doing it now." Without even realising it he was back to staring at Blaine's body. Oh God Sam, can you be any more obvious? Stop it, this is Blaine. LISTEN!

"Oh, um, sorry. I'm listening, I promise." Blaine sighed and rolled her eyes, Sam looking down sheepishly at her.

"What am I going to do Sam? Everyone else thinks this is normal, but how can I be a girl? I know nothing about girls, at all." Sam racked his brain, he didn't really know all that much about girls either and he had dated like, four of them. Unfortunately every girl he dated seemed to be even more of an enigma than the previous one. Brittany would always be an enigma. In comparison Blaine was so easy to understand, even as a girl.

"Maybe you should talk to Tina about the girl stuff, or your mum? Cause I don't really know what to say to you. I mean, your clothes look great and you're like super...ok, not helping?" He winced as he looked at Blaine's slightly scathing glare, her brow raised up in an arc and her arms crossed over her chest. Probably so he would stop staring at them. It was working. As he chewed on the inside of his lip, Blaine's face softened and a soft smile came over her face, lighting up her whole features. Did Blaine always have such white teeth?

"Oh Sam. Yes you are, surprisingly. Now just hold me for a bit. I don't know why, but I just feel better with your arms around me."

"Cool, that I can do." Grinning broadly, Sam pulled Blaine back into his arms, rocking them a little, both comfortable with their closeness to one another.