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.

Saying that Blaine Anderson was having a pretty bad day would have been an understatement.

The dark haired boy was currently sitting at his usual table, his dinner growing cold in front of him. He was continuously tapping out text message after text message on his phone; brows furrowed in concentration as each and every text he sent went unanswered.

His tablemates (consisting of David, Wes, Thad, and a few of the other Warblers) stared incredulously at him, wondering if the boy was even going to bother to eat his steak and potatoes.

"You alright, Blaine?" Thad questioned as he shoved a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

The lead soloist bit down on his lip as he slammed his phone down on the table. He looked absolutely terrified, "He won't answer my texts. He won't pick up the phone."

"Who? Kurt?" David took a sip of his milk as he watched Blaine nod his head up and down. "Well of course he's not going to answer you. You guys are fighting. Give him some time."

"But Wes said-"

"You've got, like, a week, Blaine. You'll be okay!"

Hazel eyed narrowed in David's general direction as Blaine grabbed up his phone again and stared blankly at the screen. "I don't want him to get kicked out of the Warblers just because of what's going on with me and Rachel."

"Speaking of Rachel, didn't you say something about going on a date with her the other night? How'd that go?" Trent chimed this ditty in and smiled when he caught Blaine's eye.

"I don't really want to talk about that right now."

Wes smirked as he pulled his glass of tea away from his lips, "It was that bad that you don't even want to talk about it?"

Blaine stayed silent, his eyes focusing back onto his phone as he punched out yet another text to his Lima (possibly ex) BFF.

When the rest of the guys at the table realized that they weren't going to get anywhere with Blaine, they all rolled their eyes and went into conversations with each other. Everyone started to chatter except for Wes, who was curiously watching Blaine tapping away at his cell phone screen. An idea came to the Asian's mind and a smirk that could rival the Grinch's stole upon his face.

Standing up, Wes leapt from his seat and grabbed his tray, leaving the table. He waltzed across the lunch hall and then plunked himself down at another table; the other table's occupants were also Warblers and when they saw one of their leaders sit down next to them, they all instantly paled.

"Umm, hello?" Jeff winced out as he gazed upon the senior's face. Wes still had that blasted demented smirk plastered onto his features.

"Hello guys!" The Asian boy stole a glance from each and every other guy sitting at the table before his sights fell onto a tall, handsome blonde sitting at the end of the row. "Do you guys mind if I borrow Luka for a moment?"

The Warbler known as Luka visibly blanched as the rest of the guys at the table locked their eyes onto him. He gulped, grabbed his lunch tray, and stood up slowly, "Where did you want to talk?"

"We can sit at one of those empty tables over there," Wes said as he pointed towards an empty table in the back. He stood up, grabbing his tray once more, and strutted towards the empty table. Luka was hot on his heels and took a seat across from the senior.

"What did you want to talk about? Is it about the Warblers? Because I really like being a Warbler and-"

Wes held up a hand, silencing the younger boy immediately. He looked up into Luka's dark green eyes and smiled genuinely at the boy, sensing the sophomore's nerves calm immediately. "I'm not here to discuss the Warblers, Luka. Well, okay, I kinda am, but it's only because I need your help."

Luka started to slice up his steak as he watched his friend stare at him, "Help with what?"

"You obviously know the drama that's going down within the ranks now, am I correct?" When he saw Luka's face contort into confusion, Wes sighed and continued, "The drama between Misters Hummel and Anderson, of course."

The blonde nodded and bit into his dinner, "Yes, I know of that drama."

"Well, you see, I was doing some serious thinking and I have a couple ideas that might work on the two of them. I've already threatened Kurt's expulsion if-"

Luka choked, "You are going to get rid of Kurt? But he's the first countertenor that the Warblers have had in years! We can't get rid of him!"

Wes raised his hand once again to silence the boy's raised voice. "Let me continue, Luka." He waited until the younger teen quieted. "I've only threatened Kurt's spot in the group because I know that Blaine will do practically anything to keep Kurt in the Warblers. In fact, as we speak, Mr. Anderson is frantically calling and texting Mr. Hummel to the breaking point. He is doing his best to get a hold of Kurt, but it's not working."

"I can imagine so," Luka muttered. "Blaine told us that he had a girlfriend."

"Ahh yes, that's what we've been told as well. Blaine is dating a girl named Rachel Berry, the lead singer of the New Directions glee club."

"You mean he's dating one of Kurt's old friends?"

Wes nodded, watching as Luka's emerald eyes widened in shock. "Yes, he's dating one of Kurt's friends. I think that's why Kurt is so upset… because he told us that both of them knew his feelings towards Blaine and they still decided to date."

"I never thought Blaine could be so cold," Luka whispered as he clenched his fork within his hand. "If he knew Kurt liked him, then why did he accept a date with Rachel?"

"Well, according to him, he is still trying to figure out his sexuality and since he kissed Rachel at a party not too long ago, he decided to try to work things out with her. Plus, from what I've heard about Miss Berry, it seems like both she and Blaine have many similarities."

The sophomore Warbler set his fork down and stared at the table, "It's hard when you realize that you don't really know yourself as well as you thought you did."

"That's why I came to you, Luka," Wes whispered as he placed a hand on top of the younger teen's outstretched arm. "I know that you have dealt with a similar situation and I was wondering if you could help me out."

Luka looked up then and gave a small smile to the councilman. "I can try my best. What do you have planned?"

With a smirk, Wes leaned forward and whispered his plans to the sophomore, all the while keeping his gaze on the Warblers lead soloist who sat flustered at his dinner table, hands still busily punching away at his phone screen.

"Let's hope this plan works."

Kurt picked at his dinner.

He was sure that his dad and Carole were thinking of him as some sort of spoiled, rotten child, but he didn't care. He pushed his stew around his plate, separating the vegetables from the meat and spreading them out into neat little rows. Finally after everything seemed properly separated, he poked a piece of potato with his fork and nibbled on it gingerly.

"Kurt, quit playing with your food and eat."

"I'm eating, aren't I?" The boy huffed back to his father in response. He knew his little diva outburst was probably going to earn him a harsh scolding, but he didn't care. He would've rather been lying in bed anyways.

"What has gotten into you, kiddo?" Burt stared at his son in annoyance as the boy trained his blue eyes onto him. "I get it that you are mad or something, but you don't have to be so snippy about everything."

"You seem to forget that I'm always snippy," Kurt countered, popping another piece of potato into his mouth. From next to him, Finn chuckled and muttered something about being a diva under his breath.

"I don't care how upset you are, Kurt. You will be respectful at the table and you will be respectful to me and Carole, especially her because she prepared this wonderful meal for us."

Kurt rolled his eyes and set his fork down on the table, immediately not feeling up to eating anymore. "Can I be excused?"

"No."

"Why not?" The younger boy huffed out as he placed his head into his hands. "I'm not hungry and I just want to go lay down and go to sleep!"

"Don't you raise your voice! You're going to sit here and we're going to talk. I want to know why you suddenly have an attitude with all of us when none of us have done anything wrong to you!" Burt waved his fork around as his voice grew louder. Carole sensed the upcoming blow out between the two Hummel men and quickly reached a hand out to calm her husband's nerves.

It didn't work.

"I don't see why I have to sit down here and explain myself to all of you! I just want to go upstairs and go to bed! I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat, and I don't see why you expect me to sit here and stuff my face when I just don't feel like eating in the first place!"

Kurt was half sitting, half standing up from his seat now. Burt was shooting him an intense glare that said 'If you don't sit down right now…' but the younger boy didn't budge and slammed his hands down on the table.

"May I be excused?"

"NO YOU MAY NOT!" Burt yelled as he also stood up from his seat. He glared down at his son, face red with anger. He hadn't been this angry at Kurt in a long time and it truly felt terrible for him to lash out at his boy like that. Carole grabbed onto his arm once she noticed the redness of her husband's cheeks.

"Burt, please calm down. Your heart-"

Kurt instantly quieted down, tears filling his eyes as he watched his father practically hyperventilate over him. He plopped down into his chair and directed his gaze at his bare feet. He felt absolutely foolish.

Once everything seemed to have calmed down, Burt sat back in his chair and reached a hand across the table towards his son. Kurt did not reciprocate the gesture and instead held his locked hands up to his chin. Soft sniffles came out from the small boy's direction and everyone else in the room stared at him in shock.

"Yo dude, are you okay?" Finn asked, leaning down as he tried to get a good look at Kurt's face.

"This is about that Blaine kid, isn't it?" Burt asked matter-of-factly. When this question slipped from his mouth, Kurt looked up at him in shock. Immediately, his blue eyes fell onto Carole in horror and the woman panicked.

"I swear I said nothing, honey! I swear!"

Burt raised a hand to stop Kurt from flipping out, "She didn't have to tell me anything. I could just tell, Kurt. Call it father's intuition." He noticed the 'I don't believe you' look that his son shot at him and frowned, "What did that kid do to you?"

Kurt flinched in his seat as he battled with himself over whether or not to leave the table without answering. Tears were silently falling down his cheeks now and he could feel everyone's eyes burning holes into his skin. How many times was that going to happen to him today?

"He's dating Rachel, dad. Rachel!"

Burt sat back, shocked. "Rachel as in Finn's Rachel?" He shot a look over to Finn and noticed the lanky teen sitting there with a dumbfounded look on his face.

Kurt didn't answer him. Instead, his flight instinct kicked in and he rushed away from the table, running out of the room and tearing up the stairs. Burt stood up, ready to follow him when he felt a small hand grip his forearm. Carole was staring at him. She cocked her head to the side and Burt let his eyes fall onto the empty seat where Finn had been seated before.

Finn had gone after Kurt.

Burt sat back down, staring down at his stew with his heart in his throat. "What do you think is going on with our kids, Carole?"

"I think they're both heartbroken, honey." Carole whispered as she took her husband's hand. "I think Kurt was hoping that Blaine would be someone he could be with and I think that Finn still really cares about Rachel. All of this has just become too much for them… especially Kurt, since Blaine was supposedly gay, you know?"

Burt frowned. "I need to… I need to get some air," he whispered as he stood up from the table. Carole kept a hold of his hand and stood up herself.

"I'll come with you."

Finn Hudson was furious.

He was currently standing outside of his stepbrother's bedroom, listening to the smaller boy cry his eyes out in his bedroom over some stupid preppy boy. He couldn't believe his ears when he heard Kurt say that Blaine was going out with Rachel; he felt like someone ran over his heart with a school bus. It just hurt.

He couldn't imagine how Kurt was feeling though. Despite the fact that Finn Hudson sometimes seemed to be dumber than a doornail, he was able to read people sometimes. Also, it helped out a lot when Mercedes told him things about Kurt; she said that the boy had some serious feelings for that prep school boy and Kurt only confirmed these feelings when he admitted to Finn at Rachel's party that he was 'still trying to impress Blaine.'

Finn could only imagine how this Blaine/Rachel relationship was tearing the boy apart. Blaine was like Kurt… gay. Or at least Kurt had said he was. But now that the other boy was in a relationship with Rachel, well, that definitely changed things.

Was Blaine bisexual or was he just straight?

Either way, Finn wanted to kill him. He couldn't deny the strange angry feelings that filled his heart when he saw Kurt curled up in his bed like that, crying over some stupid over gelled, pompous idiot. Even though Finn wanted to scream at Rachel too for breaking 'girl/guy/whatever code' for stealing her friend's man, he really wanted to choke Blaine for hurting his new brother.

Grumbling, the lanky teen knocked a few times on his stepbrother's door before he fully stepped into the immaculate room. He walked as softly as he could over to the bed and sat down next to the coiled form in the mass of bedding.

"You do realize that you're still in your Dalton uniform right?"

It was true. Kurt was still wearing his gray dress slacks, white button down long sleeved shirt, and his Dalton tie. His blazer lay discarded on his vanity.

The taller teen reached out and placed a hand on Kurt's shaking shoulder, feeling the smaller boy tense up over the contact.

"Do you want to talk about all this, Kurt?"

The boy mewed a soft strand of words into his pillow that Finn couldn't understand so he proposition his stepbrother once more, hoping the boy would actually speak up this time.

Finally, the chestnut haired teen rose up out of his pillow and blanket cocoon and offered a watery response to his brother's question. "I guess so."

Finn stood up quickly, raising one hand to Kurt in wait. "Hold on a sec," he whispered, turning towards the door, "if we're gonna have a talk like this, I'm gonna go get some warm milk and cake."

Kurt suppressed a sad laugh as he watched his stepbrother duck through the doorway and head downstairs.

This was going to be a long night.

A/N: Aww, brotherly love! I hope this chapter came out alright. I've been a hard time trying to get this story to come out on paper the way it plays itself out in my head. I'll be pacing around and things will come to me as I'm walking, but as soon as I sit down, BOOM brain freeze. It sucks! Anyways, I'll post another chapter soon! Please review! And thanks to the reviewers on my last chapter! Much love to you guys!