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! I also do not own Left 4 Dead... well, actually I own copies of both L4D games, but I am not Valve, the maker of the game! :)

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.

The final bell signaled the end of the class day at Dalton Academy.

Throngs of teenage boys in navy and red blazers came pouring out of classrooms into empty hallways, talking amongst themselves as they headed to their dormitories or towards the parking lot to go home.

One group of boys consisted of a pack of Warblers: Wes, David, Thad, Jeff, Nick, and Trent. The first three, all councilmen of the glee club, were leaving their senior English class when they bumped into their three junior friends. All of the boys immediately formed a group and they stepped off to the side of the hall, hoping that their presence wouldn't alert any of the other Warblers walking past them.

The guys had some business to take care of: business involving two of their close friends.

"So, has anyone found out anything?"

Eyes fell onto Wes as he whipped out a notebook and an ink pen; the Asian guy was staring up at his friends with a questioning look. Obviously he wanted to milk out as much information as he could… for the good of the team, of course.

Jeff started up the conversation, "Well, I have Trigonometry with Kurt and he spent the majority of the class trying not to fall asleep. Then this guy who sits behind us… uh, his name's Drake… asked Kurt if he could tell Blaine something about track practice and as soon as he said Blaine's name, Kurt went from sleepy to incredibly pissed off... like you know that video game Left 4 Dead?"

"Yeah," the guys around him nodded.

"Remember the witch? How she gets all ticked if you startle her and stuff? Well, Kurt looked just like that. I was waiting for him to leap up out of his seat and start tearing Drake to shreds, but he didn't. He just sat there fuming and then ignored everyone."

"Whoa," Nick whispered. The other guys expressed the same sentiments.

Trent chimed in some info as well, "I just had my last class – Biology - with Blaine and he wasn't a happy camper either. We had to solve a problem that had some guy named Curtis in it and this Curtis guy was born with blue eyes, but his dad had green eyes and his mom had blue and we had to figure out how-"

"We don't need to know the deets, Trent." David said as he leaned back against the wall.

Wes raised an eyebrow at his best friend, "The deets, David? Really?"

"Shut up," the dark skinned boy sneered as he waved a hand at Trent to get the boy to continue his tale.

"Well, as I was saying… I was trying to read the question out loud and every time I said the dude's name, Blaine would scoff about how Curtis sounded like Kurt and then he would stop talking and stare off into space with this sad, beaten up puppy dog look on his face. I didn't know what to do."

The lead councilman smirked viciously as he scribbled more notes down in his binder. The other Warblers watched in amusement (and some in horror) as the grin that Wes had plastered on his face grew with more intensity as he wrote more information down.

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Thad asked, scrunching his nose up in question as he stared at his friends.

"Whatever do you mean?" Wes chuckled as he batted his dark eyelashes at his fellow councilman. His blatant joking earned him a strong punch to the shoulder from Thad. "Hey now! Dalton is a no-tolerance, no-fighting school there, buddy!" He grinned from ear to ear when he saw Thad flip him the bird.

"Listen," the Asian continued, "we're doing all this for the good of our fellow Warblers. Honestly, have you ever seen Blaine this happy? I mean, since Kurt's transferred? You all remember when Blaine came here about a year ago and how jumpy he was. It wasn't until we spent time cracking at his shell that he started to come out and become the Blaine Anderson we know him as today. Even then, we still weren't able to completely break him from his timid ways. It wasn't until Kurt got here that we started to see a different side of things."

"You're right," David stated, pushing himself away from the wall. "Blaine has never been so touchy feely with another person as he has been with Hummel. Like, I know he's somewhat handsy with some of us, but with Kurt, they are always touching… holding hands and the like. You'd think they were in love or something."

"Because they are," Wes interjected, earning nods and murmurs of agreement from the group surrounding him. He kept on speaking.

"With the two of them fighting, the dynamic in the Warblers is suffering. Blaine is our usual lead and whenever he's down, his voice goes to rubbish. We can't have him and Kurt blowing up at each other and throwing the rest of the Warblers under the bus when we go to Regionals. That's why we're doing this. If we can get them back together as best friends – or maybe even more – then we will have helped us all."

"So this is for the Warblers?"

David nodded, "Yes! I say we chant it or something… make it official. How about we say: to the Warblers?"

"To the Warblers!" Wes said as he thrust his notebook into the air.

"TO THE WARBLERS!" The others echoed, not one bothered by the strange stares they were garnering from their loud and proud displays in the hallways.

Finally, after a couple of minutes of sharing information on two of their best friends, the guys bid their adieus and headed off on their separate ways… all except Wes, who found himself stalking behind a lonely golden eyed boy who was dragging himself through the desolate halls of Dalton.

"Blaine!"

He couldn't get the boy to stop speed walking. Wes had been following the lead singer through the halls for the last several minutes and not once had Blaine bothered to turn around and acknowledge his Warbler leader. Obviously someone was really, really pissed off. That didn't stop Wes from bursting forth and entering his friend's personal bubble.

"Hey buddy!"

"Leave me alone, Wesley." Blaine hissed, his words spitting out like acid. They would've hurt the other boy if Blaine had looked more menacing than he tried to play himself off as being. The tenor didn't even look angry: he was walking with a slouch, his eyes were puffy, and his mouth was cemented into a frown.

He sort of reminded Wes of the walking dead.

"Hey there, you wanna talk?" The older boy offered, placing a friendly hand on Blaine's shoulder. He wasn't surprised when the younger teen shrugged off his advances and kept on walking down the hall.

"You know, your time is running out."

That stopped him.

Blaine froze in his spot in the middle of the empty hallway. Part of him wanted to spin on his heel and grab Wes' neck up in a chokehold; the other part of him wanted to blow up right there and sling vicious words at his friend. Instead, the rational part of him just stood there, cemented in his position as a road block as his mind raced with ideas of things to say to the upperclassmen behind him.

Once Wes was sure that Blaine wasn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon, he slunk up behind the boy and placed his hand on the kid's shoulder again.

"Kurt still doesn't want to talk to you, does he?"

"He's pissed… royally." Blaine whispered, his eyes not leaving the ground. "He's my best friend, but as of late, we've both been so stubborn and we both said stupid stuff to one another. I want to talk to him so bad, but I also want him to accept me for who I am and not because I'm dating his friend, you know?"

"Well," Wes started, "to be completely honest with you, I think it was entirely in bad taste for you to enter a relationship with Rachel of all people. I'm sure Kurt has told you many, many things about New Directions that he's never told us and I'm pretty sure you may have known the history behind the Kurt and Rachel friendship slash rivalry.

He persisted, "By you testing the water with her, it's only drove a wedge between you and Kurt… because Rachel is his friend and he cares about you. You understand what I'm saying?"

Blaine acknowledged this info with a curt nod.

"I just hate that he won't talk to me about this. When we started to talk about it at the coffee shop, he sort of flew off the handle because I told him I wasn't leading Rachel on – that I was confused with myself. He kept going on and on about how I was tip-toeing back in the closet and-"

Wes interrupted, "That was rude, I'll give you that." He paused, "Continue."

"We got to arguing about how unaccepting he was being and he brought up the issues he had with his bully at McKinley," Blaine watched as Wes' eyes lit up in recognition; Kurt had told some of the other guys in the Warblers – mostly the councilmen – about what drove him to Dalton (he never mentioned the lip assault Karofsky brought on him though; he didn't want to out the guy), "and I sort of compared him to umm…"

"You compared him to Karofsky? What?"

The words slipped out of the Asian boy's mouth like fire. The look that took over his face was something that Blaine had never seen before; it was like he was shocked and disgusted at the same time.

Oh, that cannot be good.

"You know, Blaine, I do not agree with Kurt one bit about the getting angry with you on your sexual confusion part… however, I can sort of understand where he's coming from. What I don't understand is how you compared him to Karofsky of all people? Karofsky?"

"I know, I-"

"No," Wes shushed, bringing a hand up to silence the younger boy. "Listen to me. Kurt is probably reeling from being compared to that guy. Like, I get it and all that the two of you have experienced some pretty awful things when it comes to your sexuality and that Kurt should've been more supportive of you when you came to him about your confusion."

He quieted for a moment while he figured out what else to say.

"What I don't understand though is where you thought you were in the right to compare him to the very guy who physically harmed Kurt almost every single day and then threatened to kill him. I mean, Kurt was upset a bit, but that's somewhat understandable since you are the closest thing to a proud gay mentor that he has… had? And for you to go and compare his foolishness to downright harmful homophobia? I'm just… I just-"

Blaine frowned, feeling a scolding coming on.

Wes' face looked sullen as he glanced up at his friend, "I'm just really disappointed in you, Blaine. Really disappointed."

And then the senior turned and walked away, leaving his friend standing in the hallway feeling like a complete and total idiot.

Wes was right. What I said was uncalled for.

Sure, Kurt was rude and what he said was uncalled for itself, but what I said was just downright mean. I wouldn't blame Kurt if he decided to never talk to me again; why didn't I think about what I said? I would never want to be compared to my bullies. Never.

If I just would've kept my trap shut… would Kurt have accepted me and Rachel eventually? Did I ruin this all by opening my big mouth?

Blaine walked the empty halls, his mind lost in thought. Wes' words echoed in his ears as he rounded the corner to head towards the Dalton dormitories. After the insane events of that day, all he really wanted was to climb into bed and take a nap.

Naps can cure anything… well, almost anything.

As he dipped around the corner, his eyes caught something: a tall, porcelain doll looking boy sitting in the window, reading a book.

Kurt.

Blaine took in a deep breath.

Should I walk past him or go up to him and try to apologize again? Shouldn't he have left to go back to Lima? Oh wait, that's right… he has a date with Luka.

Unconsciously, he made a fist.

Maybe I should just chalk this up as a learning experience and move on. I can make new friends; Kurt can make new friends. He certainly hasn't had any trouble finding another gay guy to be BFFs with. He and Luka can go run off in the sunset together, I don't care!

Whoa, where'd that jealously come from, Blaine?

The boy continued to wage war with his thoughts as he walked down the hall. He was almost past the lean boy sitting on the windowsill when he found himself staring into those hypnotizing blue eyes.

Kurt was watching him.

It's now or never, Blaine thought and he stopped in his tracks. I have to do this…

He was going to try to make amends… again.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short! I'll try to make the next one longer; this one is more Blaine oriented (as well as more Warbler interactive since they are observing the epic Klaine battle from the sidelines). The next chapter will focus more on both Kurt and Blaine, as well as some side appearances from our lovelies at McKinley. Aren't you excited? Ha! Anyways, thanks to all my reviewers from the last chapter and thanks for clearing up the 'Failure to Eat!Kurt canon' for me. Please review; I love reviews! :D