DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, nor am I associated with it or Ryan Murphy. I am just an out-of-college daydreamer who sometimes gets into these writing funks and ends up tossing out a story after letting the idea sit in my brain for a few days!

Confused

By: xSlythStratasfaction

Pairing: Kurt x Blaine , Rachel x Blaine

A/N: This takes place right after BIOTA and it's mostly about what happened between Kurt and Blaine during the entire Blaine-Rachel dating ordeal and what Kurt's feelings were like about the matter.

A/N 2: Also, thanks for all the reviews. I feel the same way that the rest of you do when it came to BIOTA and what happened. I thought Rachel was a prude (especially since she knew Kurt's feelings and still went after Blaine) and Blaine really angered me too. I get it that he was confused, but he still made me mad. I'm just glad that everything is a-okay right now though… even though I would have liked to have seen Kurt tear Rachel apart instead of still be her friend (maybe that's just the angsty, angry teenage girl inside me, lol).

Kurt rushed out to his car, hot tears blurring his vision as he stalked through the empty parking lot.

He couldn't believe himself. What he had just done back there disgusted him. He had ratted on Blaine and spilled stuff that he shouldn't have said to the three guys that controlled the Warblers. Sure, the guys were his friends, but in that very instance, they weren't just his buddies, they were his leaders and he was just a pupil among them, helping them solve an inner problem. He was very sure that at that very moment Blaine was getting chewed out by Wes and the boy would probably hate him even further once he realized what Kurt had done.

With a strangled sob, the crying teen jerked open the driver's side door of his SUV and threw his messenger bag into the passenger seat. He clambered into the car and slammed the door shut, immediately bursting into angry tears once he sat down. Whimpering, he leaned his head forward onto his steering wheel and just sobbed.

"Oh Blaine, I'm so sorry!"

Blaine stood in front of Wes and the rest of the council.

He could feel a thin layer of sweat forming on his brow as he watched his friends stare him down from behind their posts at the front most desk. Wes was currently giving Blaine the most evil glare he could muster, all the while twirling his gavel gingerly between his fingers. Blaine had known Wes long enough to know that when he was doing something like that, he was uber pissed.

"I don't know what Kurt told you, but-"

"Did we give you permission to speak, Junior member Blaine Anderson?" Wes stated bluntly; the gavel spun around quicker in his fingertips.

Blaine looked down at the ground, instantly embarrassed. He could feel the heat of anger burning in his chest as his mind raced to think of the things Kurt could have told the council. Whatever he had said was enough to have pissed Wes off in order to get him to call Blaine by his full name. Usually he didn't use his full name unless he was announcing something important or unless he was angry. Obviously this time, Wes was ticked off.

The room remained silent as Wes continued to twirl his gavel around in his nimble hands. David and Thad were watching Blaine intensely, the two of them searching for something on Blaine's face or in his stance.

Finally, Wes spoke up, dropping the gavel down on the table with a thud. Blaine looked up and let his hazel eyes stare attentively into Wes' dark brown ones. "Junior member Hummel has informed us that you are in cohorts with the enemy. Is it true that you are currently seeing the lead singer of the New Directions, a miss Rachel Berry?"

Blaine gulped and nodded, his head dropping low.

David shook his head in disappointment, "While we have no qualms against inner glee club dating, the council is slightly confused as to why you are dating… umm, a girl?"

The soloist's eyes shoot upward then as he gave his friends a hurt, confused look. "I don't see how my sexual preferences have anything to do with this."

David frowned, "Perhaps I worded that wrong. My apologies, Blaine. What I was trying to say is… umm, what happened to the Blaine we used to know?"

"He's standing right here."

Thad chimed in, "You know what we mean, Blaine. When did you all of a sudden decide to switch teams?"

His outward question shocked Blaine and the younger boy leered at his friends, "I thought I said that my sexual orientation shouldn't matter! Why are you guys doing this?"

Wes closed his eyes and leaned his head on his hand, "Blaine, listen. Let's just talk as friends alright? No council versus Blaine Anderson. Just friends talking to friends." He paused, "We're worried about you."

"Worried about me? …Really? I'm just fine! If you guys are going to be worrying about anyone, perhaps you should worry about Kurt! He's the one who changed!"

"Blaine, really now? Nothing seems to have changed about Kurt other than the fact that the boy is clearly heartbroken that you have once again shut down his advances."

The dark haired boy stepped backwards, "I do not want to talk about this right now, guys. I really don't."

"Why?" Wes asked, opening his eyes and leaning forward in his seat. "Do you not want to talk about it because of Kurt?"

"No," Blaine started. "I don't want to talk about it because it's my life and I should be able to date whomever I choose."

"We're not saying that you can't date Miss Berry," Thad whispered. "We're just saying that perhaps you are just confused."

"I know who the hell I am, damnit! And right now, I'm pissed off because you guys don't know how to lay off!" The voice that boomed out of Blaine Anderson definitely wasn't the calm, dapper one that people normally heard. When he started to yell, the council immediately tensed up, sensing the anger they had evoked.

"Fine, Blaine. Have it your way. We will no longer question you about what's going on between you and Kurt." Wes stared down at the soloist with a certain fire burning in his eyes. "However, here is the deal. You and Kurt must sort out your differences before our next practice. If we cannot get through another practice because of either one of you, someone will have to go. We cannot jeopardize the Warblers' chance at winning Regionals and obviously since you are our usual lead, you can guess as to who will be leaving if you guys don't get your priorities straight."

Blaine blanched, "I don't want Kurt to get kicked out. I just-"

"While I do like Mr. Hummel, the council has decided," Wes snapped, slamming his gavel down on the table. "Oh, and Blaine, good luck with Rachel. We're sorry if we offended you in any way; we were just worried about the dynamic of the team."

The shorter boy nodded, his lower lip slowly being chewed between his teeth, "Yes, umm, thank you."

"Also Blaine, could you tell the others that practice for this evening has been cancelled?" David stood up from the table, grabbing a pile of books from under the desk. "We'll resume this practice next Monday."

And with that, the council dismissed the Warblers and everyone went on their way, whispering to each other about what had went down in the rehearsal hall that day. In the meantime, Blaine stormed off towards his dorm room, his fingers angrily tapping at the screen of his cell phone.

Kurt, we need to talk, ASAP! -B

Kurt stared straight ahead as he drove the long drive back home to Lima. It was like his body was on auto-pilot. He stayed within the speed limit and occasionally checked his mirrors like he was supposed to. He used his turn signals and stopped or slowed when necessary. Everything was going swimmingly… well as swimmingly as things could go when a person is falling apart.

Oh how dramatic…

The almost two hour drive was close to an end when Kurt finally pulled his SUV off the interstate and onto a Lima exit. He drove through the rush hour traffic and finally made it into his neighborhood. The quiet boy pulled the car into the driveway and parked it next to Finn's truck before he slid out of the SUV and stumbled up the porch stairs into the house.

"Kurt, honey, is that you?"

Carole came out of the kitchen and gave Kurt a tiny wave as she walked up to him. "How was your day?" She asked as she took his coat and messenger bag.

The boy said nothing and instead stared down at the floor, his eyes instantly growing misty as his step-mom hovered over him. When the woman noticed that her step-son's eyes were diverted from her face, she gently placed a hand under his chin and propped his face up to take a closer look.

"Oh honey, you're crying."

Kurt bit his lip, feeling more tears slip from his eyes. He felt absolutely horrible, standing there in front of Carole with tears streaming down his cheeks. She didn't need to see this; she probably thought he was a big baby. Before he could stop himself, he threw himself into her arms and sobbed. Carole curled her arms around him and pulled him close, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

"Oh, it's okay, little one. Shush, don't cry."

"B-Blaine hates me."

Carole pulled away for a second, taking in Kurt's watery blue eyes. "Oh honey, he probably doesn't hate you. What's the matter?"

"He's dating Rachel now and I thought he was gay like me, but he doesn't think he is and we got into a fight and now he hates me because I told on him to the other Warblers and I hate myself." Kurt curled around Carole again, feeling the woman's motherly grip around him grow tighter.

"Blaine's dating Rachel now? Rachel as in Finn's old Rachel?" She felt the thin boy nod into her shoulder and instantly, she felt horrible for him. "But I thought she knew that you liked Blaine."

"She did… and she didn't care."

Carole reached up and brushed a few stray hairs out of Kurt's eyes before she took his hand and had him follow her into the kitchen. "Here sweetie, let me get you some warm milk and maybe we can have a talk or something."

"A lady chat?" Kurt whispered, his voice sounding hopeful.

"Whatever you'd like. We can talk while I start dinner."

Blaine threw his phone across the room. It made a sickening thud against the wall when it hit and then it landed with a bounce on his unmade bed.

Kurt still hadn't answered any of his text messages.

Blaine had been trying to text the other boy for hours now, hoping to at least get a hold of him, but he got nothing. Instead, Rachel had called him several times and he told her many times that he was just too busy to talk and that he'd call her later. First, he needed to hear from Kurt.

Why do you need to hear from him so bad? You have a few days to get your stuff straightened up before Wes kicks Kurt to the curb, so why are you fretting?

"Oh my God, shut up!"

The boy wound his fingers into his gelled hair and leaned back against the wall. He felt a little bit silly standing there in his room yelling at himself. He was sure that if any other person had been in the room at that moment, they would've thought of him as insane. Groaning, the dark haired teen launched himself at his bed and grabbed up his phone once more.

Kurt, seriously. We need to talk, ASAP! Please text me back soon. -B

He set the phone down on his desk and laid back against his pillows, staring up at the wall. His mind raced with the events of the last few days.

He remembered Kurt inviting him to a party and the two of them showing up at Rachel's house. He remembered meeting the other New Directions kids and the one tall, buff one (he had a kickass mohawk… Puck perhaps?) handing him a red plastic cup. Blaine wasn't sure of what was in the cup, but it tasted pretty good, so he just kept going back and getting more. He recalled Kurt staring at him funny earlier on in the evening, asking him if he was sure he wasn't overdoing it.

Then as the night played on, Blaine got drunker and drunker and the rest of the evening was a blurry mess to him. He slightly remembered kissing Rachel and that they dueted together. Later on that night, after the party had died down, Kurt practically carried him out of Rachel's house and drove him home. He was much too drunk to drive back home to Dalton, so Kurt had offered to have him stay at his place, and luckily he did because Blaine got horribly sick when he got into Kurt's room.

The rest of the evening was spent hugging Kurt's toilet, but Blaine wasn't alone: Kurt stayed with him the entire evening, patting his back and making sure he was alright. Finally, after lurching everything he had eaten within the last few days into the porcelain throne, Blaine cleaned himself up as best he could (with Kurt's careful help) and then he collapsed in his friend's bed. He didn't even want to think of what may have happened in bed because the next morning when he woke up, he found Kurt staring at him with this odd look on his face.

After he had fully sobered up, Blaine finally drove back to Dalton, thanking Kurt for taking care of him. Before he had left the Hummel-Hudson household, Kurt told him the crazy things he had done, including his kiss with Rachel, and then the younger boy mentioned that he was probably going to die because his father had walked in and found Blaine curled up in his bed. Blaine apologized a gazillion times before he left, but Kurt shot down each apology and told him he could take care of it.

Blaine never found out what went down between Kurt and his dad… and he slightly felt bad about it, to be honest.

He was the one who got Kurt into trouble. He was the one who had carelessly been drinking and basically stuck Kurt between a rock and a hard place (go away weird thoughts) and made the boy have to let him stay over.

Now, with all this Rachel drama, the two of them were fighting and not talking whatsoever and everything was messed up. Blaine would be lying if he said that he didn't miss Kurt. He actually missed him with every fiber of his being; Kurt was his best friend and the two of them had been inseparable for the last few months.

Kind of like boyfriends…

Blaine shook the weird thoughts that entered his mind and sighed, staring back up at the wall. As he lay there fully focused in his thoughts, his phone vibrated from the desk. He sat up quickly and pressed the answer button, not checking to see who was calling.

"Hello?"

Please let it be Kurt!

"Blaine Warbler!"

Damnit, not Kurt.

"Oh hey, Rachel."

The girl on the other line giggled, "I was just wondering if you'd like to meet for coffee tomorrow after school or something. We can go to the Lima Bean, you know, that place that you and Kurt like to go to a lot. Then maybe we can go see a movie or something. Maybe a romantic comedy! It'll be fun!"

Blaine gulped softly. Why did she have to bring up Kurt? "I, uh, well I've got quite a bit of homework to do for the next couple of days. Plus, there's Warbler practice and everything. So, I may have to pass on your invitation, but maybe we can plan something for later on in the week, if you don't care."

Rachel sighed romantically into the phone, "Oh Blaine Warbler, you are so considerate! I would love to do something later on in the week. We can go karaoke or something! That would be amazing especially with our talent!"

She continued to ramble on and on, but Blaine was hardly paying attention. Something caught his eye in the corner of the room and his hazel eyes focused on it. It was a pair of sunglasses: Christian Dior sunglasses to be exact.

Kurt's sunglasses… when had he left those here?

"-our children would be beautiful, I think!"

Blaine choked when he heard the word 'children' and his eyes left the discarded sunglasses sitting on his dresser. "What did you say, Rach?"

"Oh, I love it when you call me Rach!" The girl laughed, then she continued with that she had been saying. "What I was telling you was that if we had children together, they'd be ridiculously talented and gorgeous and vaguely Eurasian looking! They would rule the world and if they were boys, they could be Warblers and if they were girls, they could go to McKinley and be in New Directions! Or they could go to McKinley if they were boys too. I guess it depends on where we live when we get married and all especially since I want to be on Broadway and-"

Blaine rolled his eyes, feeling a headache coming on. Rachel Berry was a sweet girl and yes, she was rather pompous, but she did have a habit of talking a lot. Feigning exhaustion, Blaine yawned into the phone and spoke, "Rachel, sorry to have to end our conversation so soon, but I've got a lot of work to do. There's this French paper that is begging to end my life as we speak and I've got to get cracking before I fall behind."

"Oh okay," Rachel whispered. "I suppose I'll talk to you later, then?"

"Yes, of course. I'll call you sometime tomorrow and we can plan another date." Honestly, Blaine wasn't sure if he wanted to plan another date right now, especially not with Kurt's impending doom with the Warblers taking up much of his thoughts. But, Blaine knew that if he wanted to get Rachel to leave him alone for at least a few hours, he'd have to offer up something that he knew she wanted and that was another date.

"Alright, Blaine Warbler! I will talk to you later then! G'night!"

"Goodnight Rachel."

Blaine tapped the end button and watched as the screen faded back to his wallpaper: a photo of him and Kurt before they left for Rachel's party, the younger boy striking a vogue pose while Blaine himself stood in the background laughing.

Kurt still hadn't replied to any of his texts…

Carole was chattering on, chopping carrots for a stew as Kurt leaned up against the counter. He felt his phone vibrate against his bottom and he reached backward, grabbing the offending device out of his pocket.

Kurt, seriously. We need to talk, ASAP! Please text me back soon. -B

This was the twentieth text from Blaine within the last 3 hours and they all basically said the same thing: that Blaine wanted to talk to him as soon as possible. It seemed that the texts wanted an urgent response, but Kurt wasn't about to text him back. Honestly, he knew what Blaine was wanting to talk about. The older boy was probably going to chew him out for being a tattletale and then he was probably going to tell Kurt that he hated him and wanted him to stay out of his life.

And Kurt didn't think he could handle that right now…

Sighing, he put the phone back into his pocket and went to the sink to wash his hands. Once clean, he pulled another cutting board out of the cabinet and got to slicing some potatoes in order to help Carole… and to help keep his mind off of Blaine.

"You alright, sweetie?"

Carole's voice was warm and caring. Kurt flashed a sad smile at her as he chopped the potato into bite sized pieces. His blue eyes clouded over momentarily, but he sucked in a deep breath and stifled any bit of sadness that threatened to escape his body.

"I'll be fine, Carole. Thanks for… you know…"

His step-mom set her paring knife down and reached over, taking one of his hands into her own small one.

"It's no problem. You're one of my boys, Kurt. I'd do anything for you."

And for the umpteenth time that day, Kurt Hummel burst into tears and launched himself into his stepmother's arms.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews and thanks for any potential reviews I may get for this chapter! Also, about Wes' decision over the Kurt-Blaine fiasco, I'm not trying to make Wes or the other guys out to be assholes. They just know which buttons to push with Blaine and Kurt's well being seems to be one of those buttons. Plus, Kurt is the newbie and I can totally see them threatening Kurt's involvement with the Warblers over Blaine since Blaine is their resident rock star, lol. So anyways, don't be mad at Wes, he's just playing the game the way in the best way he knows how to get Blaine to respond!