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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.

"It's Blaine… he's interested in Rachel."

Burt rolled onto his side and gazed at the picture that lay on his nightstand. It was one of him, his first wife, and Kurt; the three of them sitting in a garden, sharing a picnic lunch. Little Kurt was grinning up at the camera as he sat in his mother's lap and Burt was seated behind the two, his arms protectively wrapped around their bodies. They had taken that picture on Kurt's fourth birthday, when he had insisted on having a picnic instead of a party because 'he wanted to feed the ants too.' Just the memory of that particular day brought both smiles and tears to Burt's eyes as he gazed at the old faded photo.

He had failed his son.

He didn't know why he didn't remember it first, but earlier that evening, when Kurt had come out and told everyone that Blaine was now dating Rachel, Burt had forgotten all about the little chat they had in their kitchen just a few nights prior. The emotions that came out during that little spat were mostly centered around Kurt's idea to allow a drunken Blaine to spend the night in his room; not once during the last few days had Burt remembered what Kurt had told him about Blaine and his sexual experimentation.

But now it all made sense…

Why Kurt was coming home immediately after Warbler practice instead of hanging out at the Lima Bean like he usually did. Why Kurt came storming through the house with just a muttered hello instead of a vivid chit chat about his day spent with Blaine. And why the boy had come home this evening in a fit of tears and fought with his father.

It was all this Blaine kid's fault.

Grumbling, Burt turned his attentions away from the family photo and glanced over at his sleeping new wife. Despite the fact that she wasn't Kurt's biological mother, she had really done a great job at handling the boy earlier that evening when Kurt had come home in tears. Just the thought of the whole blended family hugging downstairs just hours before made Burt's heart swell just a bit as he realized how much things had changed over the last few months.

Time hadn't actually been generous to neither the Hummels nor the Hudsons and it seemed that now, someone was giving them a tiny break. Not a large one by any means, but a small one. Burt and Carole now had each other after years spent alone following the deaths of their spouses and Kurt and Finn had a brother they could now rely on.

Now if only the two boys could sort out their love lives (not that they really needed to, they were still young), but having two mopey teenage boys roaming around made everything strange. Burt was used to seeing Kurt shuffle around the house with an aura that read 'I'm fine', but over the last few months, he started to see that aura break. Sure, they were gradual breaks, but they were evident. He saw the way his son's eyes clouded over sometimes, but then Kurt would place his mask back on and act like everything was fine, even after Burt would try to sucker him into a talk.

There was one thing, rather one person, who tended to be the main one to make or break Kurt's icy exterior… and that person was Blaine.

Burt had been around Finn long enough to know what a boy in love looked like. Finn had been bouncing back and forth between a couple of girls for the last year alone and whenever he was in love, he had this dopey look on his face. For the last few months, Kurt had a strange look on his face - not as dopey as Finn's - but it definitely was one of those looks.

And once again, it was because of Blaine.

That kid seemed to have some sort of magic power over Kurt that Burt just couldn't understand. From what he had seen of the prep school boy, Burt knew that he was polite and well-mannered, but that was about it. He was fashionable and knew a thing or two about football, but he had never been around enough for Burt to really get to know him. Deep down, he wondered if this Blaine was only a perfect gentleman around other people and then acted a completely different way around his son.

"Burt?"

His thoughts burst as he glanced down and saw that Carole was staring at him. Her sleepy eyes blinked open and closed slowly as a yawn slid out of her mouth. She reached up and brushed her hand across his face, giving him a small smile.

"Are you thinking about Kurt again?"

"Yeah," Burt whispered as he curled up close to his wife, breathing in her floral scented body. "I was just thinking that I should've known what was going on with him. I mean, he told me that Blaine was interested in Rachel and I forgot all about it."

"When did he tell you this?" Carole asked as she leaned into her husband's touch.

"Not too long ago, the night after I caught Blaine in bed with him… remember when I told you about how we had a talk about him being inappropriate? Well, he mentioned Blaine and Rachel to me before I told him that he needed to ask me about having sleepovers… and I guess I sort of forgot everything after that."

"You were a little angry. That's understandable, honey."

Burt shrugged off Carole's reassurances and stared up at the wall. He felt so foolish; he should've realized that Kurt's feelings for the other boy were stronger than what he thought they were. It may have not been love, but it certainly was a crush… and it slightly hurt him to think that his boy was once again experiencing unrequited love.

Love hurts, unfortunately.

Sighing, the elder Hummel reached over and clicked off his lamp before he turned back towards his tired wife. "I just hope that Kurt feels better soon, you know? Same with Finn since Rachel's in on this deal too."

"I know, I know." Carole murmured as she snuggled closer to him, "Only time will tell how things go." She closed her eyes and also added, "I suppose we should get some sleep; if the boys want to talk again tomorrow, we may end up being up all night!"

Burt chuckled and closed his eyes as well. Hopefully tomorrow would be a better day.

Finn lay in his bed, staring at the wall as if it were getting ready to collapse down onto him.

He couldn't believe what had all gone down earlier that evening with him, Kurt, and with the rest of the family. Part of him was still in shock that Rachel, his Rachel, was dating a gay guy… Kurt's gay guy.

Everything seemed to happen so fast: from the party to spin the bottle, and now, to this.

Finn remembered going to school and seeing Rachel bouncing off the walls as she went past. He overheard her telling Quinn something about having an amazing date, but she didn't really get to go into detail because Mr. Schue came in and started talking to them about finding songs that didn't glorify alcohol consumption. Then he remembered coming home and hearing his parents discussing something about Kurt in hushed tones before they completely quit when he walked into the room.

Of course, they had been talking about Kurt because he had a sort of breakdown upon coming home from school today; so when Kurt had actually flipped out at the dinner table, Finn went to him mostly because he knew that his little bro needed a shoulder to cry on, plus Finn was wanting to squeeze out as much info about the Rachel-Blaine affair as he could.

The stuff that Kurt had told him pissed him off, to be honest. From finding out that Blaine had compared Kurt to Karofsky of all people (Finn had to stop himself from hopping in his truck and driving the two hours to Dalton so that he could kick Blaine's ass) and from finding out about how Rachel bet Kurt that she would win Blaine in the long run… it was just unsettling.

Finn and the other ND guys (consisting of Puck, Sam, Mike, and Artie) had been trying their hardest to be better at being there for Kurt, despite the fact that he didn't go to McKinley anymore. They all felt like shit for not really protecting the boy while he was getting thrown around at the school and they had all vowed to watch Kurt's back whenever the boy needed them too. In fact, the girls had joined in on that vow as well and yet, to see Rachel all of a sudden more interested in her own well-being than Kurt's (by stealing her friend's crush, that is), it seemed so weird.

Finn knew Rachel well enough to know that she never stopped going after something she truly desired, but he always thought better of her when it came to hurting her friends. Whenever she did something absolutely wretched to someone, the guilt usually ate at her until she apologized. However, in this instance, he wondered if Kurt would even accept her apology – or Blaine's for that matter – if things had gotten that bad.

Someone needed to talk to Rachel about this. Someone that was not him.

Kurt had told him that he was sure that the other Warblers were laying into Blaine, especially since the other boy had been texting Kurt non-stop since their epic fail of a Warbler practice; so why couldn't someone talk to Rachel about this entire ordeal? Finn allowed his mind to race with probable people that could talk some sense into the talented girl.

Finally someone came to mind.

Grabbing his phone off of the floor, Finn punched out a text message to a certain super fab diva, the one girl who had Kurt's back no matter what: Mercedes Jones.

A/N: Okay so Kurt and Blaine weren't in this chapter minus a few mentions, but it's okay: they'll be in the next one, I promise! Anyways, sorry this is so short. I'll update this more sooner or later! I've got another story I need to finish and then I have a few other story ideas in my head that I may take on later! Please review (I'm seeing a lot of alerts and favs, but hardly any reviews… it's rather discouraging *insert sad face here*) and thanks to all those who reviewed the last chapter!