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!"

Blaine could see his friend's chestnut colored hair bobbing through the crowd of sleepy teenagers. It was much too early in the morning for any formalities; most of the other students in the hall were sluggishly dragging themselves down the corridor, their heads down as they yawned. The only person who seemed to be standing upright as they walked was Kurt and luckily for Blaine, he could see the boy hustling down the hall at record speeds.

He was ignoring him.

"Kurt! Hey, wait up!"

The tenor picked up speed as he squeezed through the stampede of lagging guys. He found himself closing in on the young countertenor as the blue-eyed boy struggled to get around a roadblock; a red headed freshman had tripped and dropped his books on the floor. Being the compassionate person that he was, Kurt had stopped and grabbed up a stray notebook, passing it off to the clumsy freshman. His kindness was just enough to give Blaine the extra time to catch up.

"Kurt!"

He reached a hand out, gently grabbing Kurt's elbow as the younger boy jumped backwards. The look the male soprano shot Blaine made the blood in his veins chill to ice. It was a glare that he had never seen before… a very harsh one at that.

"Do not touch me," The taller teen hissed before his features softened a bit and he added a quiet, "please."

Blaine slackened his grip on the other boy's elbow and jerked his head to the side, gesturing to his friend that he wanted to step out of the way of the other traveling students. Once again, Kurt's blue eyes flashed with annoyance before they narrowed into a frigid glare.

"If you are asking me to talk, there is nothing to talk about."

Hazel eyes softened as they gazed up at the angry boy. "Please Kurt, there's something I want to talk to you about." He stepped to the side, waiting for the other boy to follow.

He didn't.

"Kurt, please?"

The countertenor rolled his eyes and stepped to the side (only because he was blocking traffic, of course). He leaned up against the wall, clutching his messenger bag to his side as he watched Blaine coolly.

"I'm really not in the mood to talk to you right now, Blaine."

When his name slipped from Kurt's mouth, Blaine felt his heart flutter a bit. He was afraid that his friend wasn't going to speak to him… or even acknowledge him for that matter. But the fact that he was using his name was a start.

"I've been trying to call you non-stop, Kurt. We need to talk about what happened yes-"

There was a huff followed by, "I don't have time for this." The pale boy turned on his heel, ready to rush off to his class. Once again though, Blaine reached out and grabbed his elbow. He wasn't about to let Kurt run off this time; they needed to talk and they needed to talk now.

"Get your hands off of me, Blaine."

"Not until we talk," the older teen looked down at the arm he held within his fingertips. "I have a couple of things I'd like to say to you. Just listen, please."

Kurt flipped to face him, his eyes flashing wildly with rage. Blaine almost jumped back from the sight, but instead cemented himself in front of his taller friend. He knew Kurt was upset with him… he just didn't realize that he was this mad.

"You have something to say to me, hmm?" The light blue eyes flashed into a vicious green, glaring down at the shorter boy. "Oh what - are you going to point out more reasons of how I'm just like Karofsky?" The name of his former bully came out like acidic spit. Blaine flinched upon the memory of him comparing Kurt to his tormentor.

"Oh Kurt, I-"

The younger boy wasn't going to have it. He jerked his arm upwards, causing Blaine to release his grip on the other boy's elbow. "Save your words, Blaine. I've heard enough."

"Wait, Kurt! I-"

He was silenced instantly when he saw his friend staring back at him with the most confusing look on his face. His once pale green eyes had changed again from a jade shade to a stunning stormy grey. The intenseness behind the stare made the soft curls at the nape of Blaine's neck stand straight. Chills ran down his spine.

Kurt was breaking.

If he didn't notice it before, he definitely noticed it now. The usually cool and collected Hummel looked as if he was death warmed over. His skin was more pallid than usual, his eyes were reddened and tired, and there were slight puffy bags forming under his eyes. He looked absolutely wretched.

And it was all Blaine's fault…

"I'm done with this. I just can't-"

Kurt didn't finish his sentence. Instead the countertenor bit his lip and turned on his heel, practically running down the hall to class. In his wake, Blaine stood in the now quiet hallway, his own watery hazel eyes watching as his (possibly former) best friend dashed out of his line of sight. The entire conversation – if you could call it that – they had did not go as Blaine had planned. If anything, it just made things worse.

And Blaine didn't even have the chance to warn Kurt about Wes' plan.

Speaking of the devil, the Asian boy happened to walk by at that very moment. He took one glance to his slouching junior friend and frowned. When Blaine caught the senior's eye, he watched in horror as the councilman brought an arm up to his chest and tapped menacingly at his wristwatch.

Blaine was running out of time. Kurt was running out of time.

There wasn't anything he could do.

With a groan, Blaine kicked violently at the wall before he stormed down the hallway, leaving a grinning Wes watching him flee.

The rest of the morning had gone by as a blur for Blaine.

He sat in all of his morning classes and did absolutely nothing. He couldn't take notes, not when his mind was racing over the fighting he and Kurt had been doing over the last few days. In his French class, he just so happened to glance over at Kurt and found the smaller boy leaning over his desk, head resting on his arm as he slipped into dreamland. Blaine spent the rest of that period watching Kurt sleep, mesmerized by the way the other boy's face looked so pristine in the dim lighting of the classroom.

Finally, Jeff had roused the boy awake and the two of them left class together; Blaine lagged behind them, watching as Kurt walked tall and proud through the halls as if he owned the place. It was like he was trying to hide his exhaustion, his pain.

It was then that Blaine realized the power of Kurt's hiding skills.

The boy could throw on a mask for any occasion. How many times had they had semi-serious conversations where the boy would casually discuss something that was painful, only to tone the hurt down by tossing out a casual joke or a jab? Blaine had his own skills of hiding things: his dapper, debonair exterior was something he thought up when he first transferred to Dalton. Gentleman Blaine was just one part of him; it made him who he was today. Because of his polite nature, he easily made friends, though he was sure to believe that if they had known the quiet, nerdy Blaine of years past, they would surely find him to be a bore.

It seemed that the two friends had more in common than Blaine thought they did.

Sighing, he kept up his pace behind Jeff and Kurt until they arrived at the Warblers Rehearsal Hall for class. He was about to enter the room when his cell phone buzzed in his blazer pocket; quickly, he stepped to the side and whipped out his phone, pressing the screen to see who it was that messaged him.

Oh obviously: it was Rachel.

Mercedes almost destroyed me in the parking lot today. She doesn't understand our relationship. None of the glee club does. They think you're the new Jesse St. James! – R

Blaine wasn't sure who this Jesse St. James character was, but if the New Directions kids hated him and Rachel being together, then perhaps he didn't want to know. Surely he couldn't have been as bad as this Jesse kid was.

Typing back a quick response, Blaine hit the send button and then slunk into the rehearsal hall. He glanced around the room, allowing his eyes to find Kurt somewhere within the crowd of navy and red.

He found him… sitting on one of the far right couches, his knees right up against Luka's as the two boys chatted animatedly about something.

Blaine felt his body burn with fury as he watched Luka threw his head back in laughter at something Kurt said. The junior Warbler was leaning forward, his blue eyes flashing in humor as he said something else that caused Luka to burst into a fit of chuckles.

If he wasn't so damn debonair all the time, Blaine probably would've strutted across the room and beat Luka to death with his messenger bag. However, Dalton Academy was a no bullying school and he didn't really hate the sophomore boy enough to kill him. He was just mad that Luka was getting to talk to Kurt, especially after the other boy ripped him a new one in the halls earlier.

Frowning, Blaine took his usual seat next to Jon and Aaron and sighed when he realized that the seat across from him – the one that Kurt usually inhabited – wouldn't be filled with his best friend today.

Because his best friend was sitting across the room, laughing with another boy.

Damn him.

If there was anything in this world that Blaine was more thankful at that moment, it would've been that Wes had said Kurt and Blaine had to make up by their next practice.

Class time didn't count as practice, so the boys still had a few days to kiss and make up.

Well, not kiss.

Though Wes and plenty of the other Warblers would love to see that happen; especially since there had been a betting pool in place since day one when Kurt first stepped through the doors of the Academy and officially became a Warbler.

As class ended and the Warblers left the rehearsal hall on their way to lunch, Wes and the other councilmen couldn't help but sit back and watch their friends tiptoe around each other. First Kurt had stood up and offered a goodbye to Luka before the tall blonde sophomore left the room. After he had gone, Kurt bent down and started going through his messenger bag, lifting his cell phone out after a few minutes of searching. As the countertenor was going through his bag, the councilmen watched Blaine standing idly by, his hazel eyes unknowingly staring down Kurt as he stood on the other side of the room.

Thad leaned down first, his voice in a low whisper, "Have they made up yet?"

David shook his head as he neatly stacked some sheet music into a pile, "Not that I know of. From the way Blaine is staring at him right now, I'd imagine that nothing has changed between them."

Wes threw his own two cents in, "I came up on them in the hall earlier. They were having a moment; I guess Blaine insulted Kurt a couple of days ago and it must've been something bad because he looked like he was going to cry."

"Who?" Thad asked, cocking an eyebrow as he watched Kurt fumble with his phone again.

"Hummel. He was staring at Blaine with the most hurtful look I think I've ever seen on his face," the Asian teen was leaning down low as he let his gaze fall onto Blaine, who could easily be seen moping at the fact that his best friend was ignoring him.

Finally, after a few more moments of watching the Klaine train go off course, David stood up and walked across the room to put the sheet music back into its rightful place in the filing cabinet. As he walked past Blaine, he clapped a hand on the younger boy's shoulder and offered him a sympathetic smile. Blaine instead sneered at him and walked out of the room, leaving a stunned David behind him.

"What did I do?" The dark skinned boy questioned as he watched Blaine stalk down the hall in a huff.

A soft chuckle answered him and David turned, finding himself face to face with Kurt. The younger boy's periwinkle eyes flashed in amusement as he turned his eyes towards Blaine's retreating form. "He's just being an ass, that's all." The male's usual soprano voice came out low and soft; obviously the boy was still fuming inside.

"I see," Thad said as he rose from his seat. "I suppose lunch hour will be loads of jolly good fun!"

Kurt smirked, "I'm sure it will be." And then he too left the room, though not as dramatically as their lead soloist had done.

As soon as the proverbial elephant (elephants, perhaps?) left the room, the three senior Warblers shared suspicious glances towards one another.

"What have we gotten ourselves into?" David groaned as he put the music away in the closet file cabinet; from behind him Thad also suppressed a low grumble.

"I have no idea but I hope this gets sorted out soon. I thought the Warblers would be drama-free this year!"

Immediately, Wes burst into laughter, leaning forward against the council table as he clutched his stomach. It took him a couple of minutes, but he finally quit sputtering and looked up at his friends with watery, joking eyes.

"You've got to be kidding me! David? Thad? We're the Dalton Academy Warblers, rock stars of Westerville! We thrive on drama! Without it, we cannot survive!"

The other two teens shared a confused glance before they looked back at their chuckling friend. "I think you may have stepped off the deep end this time, Wesley!" David chimed as a smile broke upon his face.

Wes snorted, "I suppose I have!"

Lunch hour was supposed to be a time where people wound down from the stress of note taking, lectures, and exams. Hundreds of hungry Dalton boys sped into the dining hall, grabbing up tray upon tray of grub before they'd settle down in their seats and stuff their faces. Blaine Anderson was no exception this rule; he could put down as much food as any of the other guys and he thoroughly enjoyed the lunches they served at Dalton Academy.

However… today he just didn't feel like eating.

He stood in front of the long buffet table, eyes glazing over at the selection of food for the day. It was submarine sandwich day; you could make your own sub and have any sort of side you'd like with it. Usually on sub days, Blaine would make himself a footlong turkey and ham sandwich with cheese, lettuce, tomato, banana peppers, and Italian dressing. It was one of his favorite things to eat, but today, he just wasn't feeling it.

The short boy stayed in front of the buffet line, his eyes passing over the sides he could have with his main course. There were salads, bowls of soup, pasta salads, and few other things. He just couldn't figure out what he wanted to eat. His appetite was at a bare minimum.

"Yo Anderson, are you ever going to choose anything?"

Blaine turned around and found himself staring up at one of his fellow Warblers: Jermaine. The dark skinned boy gave the soloist a grin before he pushed a couple of his spirally curls out of his eyes. "Some of us are hungry too!"

The tenor smiled and stepped back, "Feel free to go ahead. I'm not really sure what I want to eat." He watched as Jermaine filed forward; noticing the line of other guys behind him, Blaine cocked his head to the side and let the rest of the brood pass him up in line as well. He could wait a little while longer; he wasn't that hungry at all.

Sighing, he glanced around the hall, looking to see if his usual tablemates had gotten their food yet. He spied Trent and a few of the other Warblers already sitting at their table; Wes, David, and Thad walked up to the area and dropped off their bags before heading towards Blaine. They offered him weak smiles as they got closer to him.

"Not hungry today, Anderson?" Wes asked quietly as he took a spot behind the tenor. Blaine shook his head negatively and trained his eyes on a slender form that was leaning over the salad bar.

Kurt.

The tall boy was leaning down, placing a smidgen of lettuce on his plate. He then put random bits of veggies and a slight dusting of parmesan cheese on his finished salad before sprinkling a tiny bit of vinaigrette on the plate. The amount of food he was planning on eating was pathetic. Blaine had seen tiny, tiny girls put away more food than that… and just the sight of Kurt's mostly empty plate worried him.

"He's not eating."

"What?" David asked. The three councilmen had passed Blaine up and were currently assembling their submarine sandwiches. When they locked eyes with Blaine, they noticed the soloist's gaze lingering on a chesnut haired form across the hall.

Kurt, of course.

Wes was the first to notice the sorry amount of veggies that the other boy had thrown onto his tray. He raised a brow as he watched Kurt scan his student ID and then head over to the drink machines. Of course, the countertenor went for a diet soda, mostly filling his cup with ice before he went for the soda.

"Did he eat much this morning?" Blaine asked as he stood in front of his lunch tray. Sometime between him staring at Kurt and standing with his friends, Thad had made him a sub (with all the fixings he liked, no doubt). The junior grabbed up a container of pre-made pasta salad and speed walked to the register, scanning his card as quickly as he could.

He made it over to the drink machines in record time, pressing his glass up to the lemon-lime soda filter. As he got his drink, he looked down at Kurt's plate and realized how measly the meal really was.

"You're gonna eat all that?"

Boy, that sounded stupid. Blaine's mind scolded him, but he forced the thoughts away and watched with concerned eyes as his friend/ex-friend/whatever stared back at him.

"Why does it matter to you?"

"Are we really going to do this, Kurt? Really?" Blaine wanted to grab the boy and shake him. He always pulled this crap when he was having issues; Blaine knew him well enough to know Kurt's eating habits sucked ass whenever he was upset. What really hurt the most though was that this time… Blaine was the one behind all this.

In fact, he was behind the epic Kurt vs. No Food battle during the week of Valentine's Day too, but he didn't realize it. The other Warblers knew though that Blaine had upset Kurt and they knew it definitely when the countertenor started picking at his food and never really finished his meals.

Kurt was not a stress eater that was for sure.

Groaning, Blaine took the pasta salad container off of his tray and plopped it on Kurt's, shooting him a look that said Don't you dare give that back to me. The blue eyed singer just rolled his eyes and huffed, blatantly ignoring Blaine's glare as he grabbed up the pasta and threw it back at him.

"I don't want your food, Blaine. You eat it."

"You're not eating, Kurt. You can't do this," the soloist reached out then, his hand reaching for his friend's arm, but the younger boy pulled away quickly. He shot the nastiest glare he could at the tenor and then walked towards the entrance to the dining hall seating area.

"Kurt, really-"

His concerns went unwarranted as the soprano locked eyes with Luka, who was currently heading in their general direction.

"Oh hey, Kurt! Would you like to join me for lunch?"

A fake smile flashed onto Kurt's strong jawline as he cheerfully accepted the proposal and followed happily behind the blonde haired Warbler. Blaine's eyes bored holes into the two boys' backs; he had never been so pissed off nor felt so defeated in his life.

From behind him, the three senior Warblers stared in horror. This fight may be a little bit more serious than they thought…

A/N: Yes, Kurt does not eat under stress… that or he eats very, very little. A few of you said it was canon; I don't really remember it or not, but I can imagine Kurt being like this, so I'm gonna go with it, lol. I myself vary depending on the amount of stress I'm under; stress due to love is one thing that gets me to stop eating much. I once battled food consumption for a few weeks back in high school due to a stupid boy and it was a very weird time for me. However, Kurt's not starving himself, so don't worry! He's eating… just like a bird! Like Pavarotti! There we go! Anyways, thanks to my reviewers and I hope you liked this chapter!