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.

"Kurt, can you help me for a minute?"

If it weren't for the fact that he had a headache and had slightly dozed off when Finn went downstairs minutes just before, Kurt would've easily gotten up and went to help his stepbrother. However, after napping for a few minutes, his body had started to shut down from sleep. He had been curled up once more in his warm, downy duvet; his head nestled in a couple of his feathered pillows. Everything was just so comfortable.

So when he heard Finn's voice call up the stairs once, he instantly grew annoyed at the fact that he had to actually get up and move.

"Give me a second!" The shorter boy huffed as he flopped back into his pillows and closed his eyes; he would've rather been sleeping at that moment anyways.

"Kurt, please! I'm gonna drop everything if you don't hurry!"

Groaning, Kurt lifted his tired form from his bed and stumbled out of his room, meeting his brother on the stairs. The taller boy had his hands full with two steaming mugs of hot milk and he was trying to balance two bowls of cake in the crooks of his elbows. Carefully, Kurt reached over the mugs of milk and gently grabbed up the two bowls of dessert.

"You good now, Finn?" He yawned over his shoulder as he walked into his room.

"Yeah, I think I got everything!" Finn stretched his arms out, trying to get the tense pain to leave his elbows. Once he got everything situated, he entered Kurt's room and sat down on the bed.

Kurt was already leaning up against the headboard, his bowl of dessert nestled in his hands. He regarded Finn with a cool, blue stare and nodded his head to the side, as if to invite his brother to sit down next to him. The football player obliged.

"I couldn't figure out what to bring you. Mom had this cake and some chocolate cake downstairs and I thought about bringing the chocolate one, but she said I couldn't touch it because she was taking it to a bake sale tomorrow. So, I brought this!"

The darker haired teen gestured to the bowls that Kurt brought into the room. Both bowls were filled with a fluffy-looking white (probably vanilla or angel food, Kurt thought) cake and the dessert was covered in strawberries and whipped cream.

Ahh, strawberry shortcake!

Finn reached out, offering Kurt a mug of warm milk. The smaller teen smiled, graciously thanking his brother for the beverage before he took a long sip. He sighed in content at the contact of the warm drink to his lips and leaned back into his pillow fortress.

"I remember Carole mentioning the bake sale," Kurt whispered as he set his milk on the nightstand next to his bed. "She said something about having to make a couple of things to take with her. What else did she make? I was hoping to help her bake."

Finn shrugged as he started to dig into his cake, "I really don't know. She was mixing some eggs and stuff in a bowl when I came down to get this." He spooned a heaping bite of cake into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. "I think she called the thing a queef."

Kurt choked, his eyes wide in amusement. "She called it a WHAT?"

"A queef? I dunno. She was mixing eggs and spinach and some sort of cheese together and she was gonna put it into some pie crust. I can't remember what she called it though. It didn't look like a dessert to me, even though it smelled good." The older teen was talking with his mouth full. That act alone normally would've horrified Kurt, but he was too busy doubling over in laughter at his brother's word mishap.

"Oh Finn," he chuckled as he placed a hand on his bro's shoulder. "I think you meant that she was baking a quiche!"

"Whatever."

The darker haired teen glanced at his stepbrother and smiled at the way the boy was laughing; he was glad Kurt finally broke a smile. He hadn't really seen a genuine one in quite a while and just the sight of Kurt's grinning face made his heart grow a bit warmer.

"Are you done laughing at me yet?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at the younger boy. Kurt continued to laugh for a few minutes more before he finally calmed and sat back against the bed's headboard. He wiped away a few tears before he glanced back at his bowl of cake.

"Thanks for that, Finn. I really needed it."

Finn grinned, "No prob, bro. You know I've got you."

The two new brothers smiled at each other before Kurt tossed his gaze back to his bowl. Finn's had gone empty long before Kurt had finished his laughing spell and now the taller boy's eyes were on his brother's dessert.

"You got me a huge piece of shortcake, Finn." Kurt stared back at the boy sitting next to him and smiled again; he used his spoon to cut a huge hunk off of his share and plopped the piece onto Finn's plate. "Eat that. I can't eat all this by myself."

"You've gotta eat something, dude. You've barely been eating these last few days anyways," Finn's dark eyes were serious then and Kurt somewhat shuddered underneath the boy's intense stare.

"I've been eating," Kurt whispered as he picked at his food. He hadn't bothered to take a bite yet, despite the fact that Finn was already munching on his new piece. "I just haven't been that hungry lately."

"Because of Blaine?"

Kurt looked down, pushing some of the strawberries around in the bowl. "I-I don't know actually. I just haven't felt like stuffing my face or anything, you know?"

"I'm the opposite," Finn swallowed, the cake Kurt gave him already gone and digesting. "I eat my feelings… sorta like a girl… except not."

The blue eyed boy raised a brow at Finn's statement, but let the boy continue.

"You, on the other hand, tend to shy away from food when you're upset. Don't think I haven't seen you do this before. You did it when you first transferred to Dalton, you did it when we first moved into this house, and you especially did it right before Valentine's Day."

Kurt blanched as he remembered the days before the Gap Attack, how he shuffled through the house on a murderous rampage. He especially remembered the look of shock on Finn's face when he came storming into the kitchen and grabbed up the radio, tossing it out of the house and into the driveway. When Finn had asked why he went all mental on the poor radio, Kurt had just huffed and stormed back upstairs.

He didn't dare tell Finn that the reason he killed the radio was because it was playing that damn Katy Perry song that made him originally fall in love with Blaine in the first place. That damned Teenage Dream. He had to kill the music before it killed him and thus, the radio died.

And he still wasn't going to tell Finn why the radio met an untimely death.

Sighing, Kurt set his dessert to the side, ignoring the parental glare that Finn was shooting at him. "I'm just a little upset about how this all went down."

Finn pushed the boy's discarded plate back towards him, but Kurt ignored it and continued what he was saying, "I guess you could say that I'm in shock a little over how everything happened. I mean, I didn't drink once at Rachel's party because I wanted to get to know Blaine better and instead of everything working in my favor, it backfired and once again, Rachel won."

"Huh?"

"She always wins. Always." Kurt frowned as he entwined his fingers and laid his locked hands on his stomach. "She'll always beat me, no matter what, whether it is in solos or men or whatever. She'll always win."

"Don't say that," Finn whispered. He reached out and placed a hand on his little bro's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "While I do care about Rachel, I just don't think that what she did was right. She screwed you over."

"I've done the same to her," Kurt murmured as he shrugged away from Finn's touch. "I tried to sabotage you and her last year, remember?"

Finn laughed quietly, "Yeah, I do. But that's different, I think."

"How so?"

The football player laid back against Kurt's mattress and crossed his arms behind his head, "Because I wasn't gay and you didn't really have a chance with me." He shot an apologetic look at the other boy and was relieved to see Kurt nodding at him. "Rachel and you eventually worked out your differences and I thought you guys were good friends. But then she goes and does this and it's like she took out two birds with one stone, you know?"

"That's probably the first time I've ever heard you be so philosophical, Finn Hudson."

The older boy grinned as he shot a look to his brother, "Whatever, dude. I'm awesome!"

Kurt smiled and rolled onto his side. "What did you mean by that anyways? The two birds with one stone thing?"

"I meant that she totally screwed us both over. She was trying to get back at me for pushing her away and she essentially stole your man. So we both got the shaft in this case."

Kurt had never heard Finn be so blunt about anything. What he said was true, in all honesty. Rachel had really gotten both of them with what she did, but she wasn't the only one to blame. Blaine had also known about Kurt's feelings and yet he still went with Rachel. True, he might have had things to work out, but it was still painful to deal with.

"Dude, you okay?"

Blue eyes shot upward as Kurt noticed Finn leaning closer to him. The older boy looked concerned as he stared down at the shorter teen. "You started to space out. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Just a little heartbroken, I guess." Kurt shrugged. "I was hoping that Blaine would be…"

"The one?"

"I, uh… I dunno. I guess so? I was hoping that he'd be more than just a friend to me, you know? I thought he knew how I felt, but I guess he didn't care." The smaller boy closed in on himself then and the action didn't go unnoticed by his stepbrother.

"Did you tell him how you felt?"

"Sorta," Kurt mumbled as he wrapped his arms around himself. "I feel so stupid, Finn. I don't get why I'm so emotional about all this. I'm better than that. I've handled worse. I mean, I freaking handled Karofsky bullying the hell out of me. I've handled being passed over for solo after solo in any glee club I've ever been in and I've dealt with people calling me names and everything."

He sighed as he felt his eyes start to water again, "But with this… with Blaine, I feel like everything's just shut down… like I broke something and I just can't fix it. Like I really messed this up."

Finn opened his mouth to say something, but Kurt kept talking, his voice cracking more and more as he spoke.

"I feel so weak, Finn, because I ruined it. I told Blaine how I felt before Valentine's Day and he told me that he wasn't ready for any relationships and then the minute he told me about Rachel, I flipped out and said some things to him that I shouldn't have and then he said some stuff back to me and we sort of skidded to a stop then."

"And you haven't talked to him since?"

"No," Kurt wiped away a few tears that started to run down his cheeks. "He's been trying to text me all day today, but I haven't answered. That's the only contact we've had in the last few days."

Finn raised an eyebrow as he looked down at his feet, "Why has he been texting you?"

"I sorta had a breakdown at Warbler practice today. The seniors had me stay after and explain to them what was going on and I kinda ratted Blaine out. I think he's texting me so that he can tell me to die or something."

The smaller boy continued, "But I don't want to have that conversation right now. I feel lame enough as it is; I don't think I could deal with Blaine screaming at me right now."

Finn stretched his limbs out as he rolled onto his side to face Kurt. He reached a hand out and grabbed his brother's, giving it a squeeze. "Listen Kurt, if you ever want to talk about anything, I'm here you know… and I could totally kick that Blaine dude's ass if you want me to. I don't care. I kinda feel like kicking his ass anyways since he broke your heart and stole my woman."

"But you aren't even with Rachel," Kurt stated matter-of-factly.

The lanky boy grinned, "Doesn't matter. We may not be together, but she sure as hell shouldn't be with him. He should be with you."

Kurt's blue-grey eyes brightened then, giving them a green sheen to them. "You really think that?"

Finn nodded, "Of course I do. I know I may have been a bit stupid when it came to you a year ago, but now that we're bros and all, I understand you more… and I do know that Blaine makes you really happy."

"He does."

"And you are always talking about him. For a while, I was getting sick of hearing about him. I didn't even know the guy, but you kept on bringing him up in conversation. Then you put that picture of him in your locker and I knew you were serious. When you transferred to Dalton, I sort of expected that he'd be there for you and he has and that makes me happy because I feel like shit for not protecting you better while you were at McKinley and-"

"Finn-"

The older boy held a hand up to stop his stepbrother from speaking, "Just listen to me, Kurt." He locked his dark eyes to Kurt's light ones, "Blaine has made you happier than anyone has as of late. I know this, mom and Burt know this, all of New Directions knows this. We all do. So, to see you so upset over him, it pisses me off."

He signed and squeezed Kurt's hand again, "I just hope you guys get this sorted out soon. Even if it ends up with you two being just friends."

Kurt nodded as he wiped away some freefalling tears with his free hand. "I don't know if that will happen."

"Only time will tell, right dude?"

"I suppose so," Kurt looked down at their interlocked hands and smiled. "Do you realize that if this were a year ago, I probably would've died from holding hands with you?"

Finn grinned, "Well, it's a good thing your crush on me is over. 'Cause wouldn't this be considered incest or something?"

Kurt laughed, "I think so! Gross."

And the two boys laughed to themselves.

"God, Kurt! Answer your phone!"

Wes smiled to himself as he sat on Blaine's bed, watching the younger teen pace frantically around the small room. He had been going at it for at least an hour now; they had both gone to Blaine's room to go over music selections for regionals and the soloist had barely bothered to even look at the sheet music Wes had brought over.

It was amusing to say the least.

Never in the last few years that Wes had known Blaine had he known the boy to become so frantic over another boy. When Kurt first showed up at Dalton's doorstep as a McKinley spy, Blaine was smitten… though he'd never ever admit it. The other Warblers saw it though, especially within the first minute that they noticed Blaine come running down the hall with his hands locked tight on another guy. Wes wasn't an idiot; he knew that Kurt wasn't a new student. New students always got their blazers the very first day that they transferred. Unfortunately though, as quick as the boy had shown up, he had disappeared and Wes thought he had seen the last of the mysterious nymph boy.

Then David came walking through the halls with the same spy the very next day, his hand on the smaller boy's elbow as he walked him into the empty Warbler rehearsal hall. When Wes saw the kid and saw how nervous he was, he went straight to Blaine, especially since the junior lead was the first person to show the Warblers off to the kid. When he told Blaine that the spy had returned, he didn't miss the way Blaine's hazel eyes lit up and he definitely didn't miss the way Blaine had practically skipped to the common room. Skipped!

From then on, everything went so fast. The two boys had become best friends; the Warblers started seeing less and less of Blaine on weeknights, only to find out that he had been driving two hours - two freaking hours – to Lima just to hang out with Kurt. Then Blaine came to the Warblers one day with a request for Kurt to audition for them; turns out the boy was transferring and he, according to Blaine, would be perfect for the Warblers.

And so it was, Kurt auditioned, blew everyone away with his rare countertenor voice, and made it into the Warblers… and things hadn't been the same since.

Though things got off to a rocky start with Wes, Kurt, and the other Warblers (Wes particularly would like to forget the tenseness of Kurt's very first day with them), everything became peachy once the countertenor had finally began to blend in with his peers.

Of course, it didn't fail that the Warblers had something new to amuse themselves with: the blossoming relationship between their lead soloist and their newest member. The tension between the two of them could be cut with a knife; every single practice was a sex riot to the other Warblers. Blaine was uber flirtatious; Kurt was uber affectionate… the two were quite the pair, to say the least.

As it was, now with the drama of the two not talking, Wes found himself with the dilemma of trying to solve the problem. He, as much as the other Warblers, wanted to see things work out between his two friends. He had grown close to Blaine since the boy had transferred there just a few years before and he had grown rather close to Kurt since the boy came in a few months prior. He knew of both of their backstories and how they had both been hurt previously by people that they thought were their peers and friends. He knew how they both had been scared of romance and scared of relationships and he knew that they were both madly in love with each other… if only he knew how to get one of them to finally confess their feelings.

He knew Kurt's feelings on the matter and he had been rather disappointed with Blaine when he found out that Kurt had told him of his feelings following the Gap Attack. Wes wasn't a shipper, not usually, but in this case, he was waiting for the two boys to get together and form the powerhouse couple Klaine - a name that Jeff had thrown out one day at lunch as the Warblers were joking around about the two.

They had to become Klaine sooner or later…

Sighing, Wes leaned back on the bed and watched as Blaine pulled his hair for the umpteenth time before throwing his phone on his desk.

"You alright there, Anderson?" The Asian boy asked casually as he raked a hand through his own hair; a smirk plastered itself on his face as he watched Blaine's angry hazel eyes lock onto him.

"I can't believe you would ask me that question," Blaine huffed as he threw himself down into his desk chair. "You're the one who's threatening Kurt's position in the Warblers! He'll be heartbroken if he gets cut from the group. Glee club is his life!"

"That's not my problem, Blaine, and you know it. I'm the leader of this group and David, Thad, and I have decided that your drama with Hummel isn't something that the group can deal with right now." Wes tried to act as calmly as he could, even though he really wanted to stand up and shake the junior silly. "If you want to protect Kurt from getting cut, then you're just gonna have to try harder. Try your best."

He didn't miss the way Blaine's face fell as he leaned back into his chair, looking down at his hands. "I am trying, Wes. I'm trying so hard… but I just don't know what to do."

He stuttered, "I can't- we can't lose him."

Wes definitely didn't miss that tidbit. His face lit up in an evil smile as he caught how upset Blaine was truly getting over all of this; he hoped that the boy would finally pull his head out of his ass soon… and if he didn't, then he hoped that Luka would be able to get Blaine riled up enough to finally make a move.

Grinning, Wes stood up from the bed and grabbed up his sheet music. He turned to the dark haired boy and sighed, "I wish I could help you, Anderson, but this is your battle and ultimately, the results lie within you and Kurt. You've got a few days; don't freak yourself out so much." He walked over to the door and shot one last look back at the soloist, noting the unshed tears that lay behind dark lashes.

"I'm sure everything will work itself out."

He left the room then, holding the sheet music close to his chest. Just wait until the other guys hear about this!

Kurt and Finn sat on his bed and talked for a few more hours.

It was nice for the two of them to be able to have a brotherly heart to heart. For Kurt, it meant that he had another person that he could trust to listen to him pour his feelings out. After a few hours of the two of them just sitting there and chatting, Finn yawned and decided to hit the sack, claiming he was super tired and that he wanted to get to the school early so he could talk to Rachel (what that meant, Kurt had no idea, but he didn't bother to ask). After he left the room, Kurt checked his phone again and sighed sadly when he saw more and more texts from Blaine in his inbox. Grumbling, he deleted the mess of texts without bothering to even look at them.

He didn't want to deal with Blaine Anderson right now.

Rolling off of his bed, Kurt shuffled downstairs. He could hear his father and Carole talking quietly to themselves in the kitchen and he braced himself: he was going to apologize for his brash behavior earlier.

"Dad? Carole? Can we talk?" He whispered as he stepped into the kitchen; his arms full of dirty dishes.

Carole took one look at Kurt's full arms and took the two mugs and bowls from his grasp. "Did you like the shortcake?"

"Yes, it was delicious. Thank you," he lied. Finn had eaten the piece of cake that he brought for Kurt after the younger boy pushed it away several times. He just wasn't hungry.

"What did you want to talk about, kiddo?" Burt asked as he took a sip of coffee. He was watching Kurt with sad eyes and it broke the teen's heart to see his dad so upset.

"I wanted to apologize for how I acted earlier," Kurt frowned. "I was being a complete priss and you guys didn't deserve my sass. I'm really sorry about that."

Carole smiled and placed a hand on her stepson's shoulder, "It's alright, honey. We understand. Things are tough right now."

Burt nodded in agreement with his wife and stood up, holding his arms open. Kurt rushed into them, snuggling into his dad's embrace. "You know, Kurt, if you ever need to talk, Carole and I are always here for you. Always. You don't have to deal with this stuff alone."

Kurt could feel the tears beginning to brew behind his lashes and he sighed shakily. Damn him and his freaking emotions. He smiled at his dad, "I know, dad. I know."

"Did you and Finn talk? He didn't really say much when he came down earlier," Carole said as she watched two of her men hug. A sweet smile was on her face as she stared.

"He and I talked, yes. I'm glad that I have a big brother to confide in, even if he's only a few months older than me," Kurt offered a smile to his stepmom and she smiled back. "I guess I didn't really think of taking advantage of my new family until now, but I'm glad I have you all here. I love you guys."

"We love you too, kiddo." Burt whispered as he pressed a kiss to his son's brown hair. Carole then joined their embrace and sighed happily against the two men.

"If only Finn were in here," she chuckled.

"Dude, a group hug?" A voice came from the doorway, followed by loud booming footsteps. A tall, lean figure slammed into the embrace and long arms wrapped around Kurt and his parents. "Good thing I came in here to get some cake, otherwise I would've missed it!"

"You ate enough cake already, Finn! Gosh, you're gonna be morbidly obese before you're even 21!"

The family laughed at that, but stayed in their embrace. It was nice to be like this… closer.

Kurt smiled more genuinely this time.

A/N: I couldn't get past the cheese in this chapter. Part of me was cringing while trying to write this lovely family moment because my own family is falling apart around me as I write. I suppose this entire cheeseball scene could be inspired by what I wish was happening in my family right now: understanding and love. Woe is me! Anyways, enough about my drama… I hope you liked this chapter! Thanks for all the reviews and alerts! I appreciate them (I really love reviews too, heheh). Thanks for reading and please, please, please review! It'll make me SUPER happy! OH, and the queef-quiche moment totally happened to me once. I brought some quiche over to my neighbor's house one day and my friend couldn't get the name of the dish right; when she said queef, I almost died. I still giggle to this day whenever I hear someone say 'quiche'!