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.

The hall is desolate! Perfect!

Rachel Berry poked her head out of the choir room door and peered down the empty halls of McKinley High. As her choir mates whispered behind her, she stole away from the room and dashed towards her locker, spinning out her lock combination with ease. Once the door of her locker popped open, the tiny girl grabbed a large, bulging backpack and slung it over her shoulder. Had anyone been near her at the time, they would've heard a slight sloshing coming from whatever was inside the bag.

It was the Rachel Berry Special, a magical concoction of everything she could find her dads' liquor cabinet, along with a few extra hints of this-and-that thrown in for added flavor.

Just the thought of the drink mixture she carried on her back made Rachel salivate. When the rest of her fellow glee clubbers took a shot of the nerve busting potion, they'd be ready to rock McKinley High like it had never been rocked before. Plus, a little shot or two of the mix would hopefully shut her friends up over her and Blaine Warbler's newfound relationship.

The club would chug a few sips of this tasty potion and everything would be fine and dandy. There'd be no fighting, no name-calling, no club distrust. Everything would be just peachy… and when the New Directions rocked the hell out of Ke$ha's 'Tik Tok' that afternoon, they would go down in school history for their awesome performance. Okay, maybe that was a huge stretch, but it never hurt to dream!

With a bright smile plastered on her face, Rachel made her way through the halls. She ducked around Sue Sylvester and her little minion Becky and tiptoed behind the makeshift stage that was set up in the gymnasium for Alcohol Awareness Week. From behind the stage curtains, Rachel could hear Principal Figgins discussing something about a cop showing a slideshow of grisly automobile accident photos. Just the thought of seeing such images made her stomach turn, but she pushed the gruesome imagery from her mind and stepped head on into a conversation between a few of the other members of New Directions.

They were discussing their nerves about the upcoming performance. Perfect, Rachel thought with a smirk as she dropped her backpack to the ground and fished out a handful of red plastic cups and her plastic jug of Broadway booze. She stood up and stepped into the crowd of glee clubbers, swinging her drink mix slightly as she smiled at her friends. We've so got this! Rachel Barbra Berry saves the day once again!

There was no doubt in her mind that they would rock this performance. Plus, a little pre-game drink never hurt anyone right?

"So you mean to tell me that Blaine saw me outside with Luka, thought we were kissing, and ran back to his room?"

Kurt raised a brow as he leaned forward in his seat and stared incredulously at the older Warbler before him. David was wringing his hands together, eyes downcast as he spilled out the details of what occurred the night prior. Memories of Blaine standing there in the window, fists clenched tight before tearing off down the hall still burned in David's mind; as much as he didn't want to rat out one of his closest friends, he knew that Kurt how to know what happened. Kurt had to understand.

However, what David wasn't expecting was for Kurt's face to flash from confused to just plain pissed off within a matter of seconds. One moment, Kurt was sitting there with his light blue eyes flashing with thoughts; the next, those very same azul orbs glared into an icy silver. Just the sight of the emotion behind those expressive eyes made a chill run down David's spine.

"Umm, Kurt? Are you alright?"

"I'm just peachy, thanks." The voice that slid from Kurt's lips was low and snake-like, a full on hiss. Obviously the chestnut haired boy was pissed to hell.

"Blaine just misunderstood everything, you know? He's dumb like that sometimes. You'll really have to excuse him. He's just-"

"A complete and utter hypocrite," Kurt snapped, brows furrowed in disgust. "I can't believe he would make such a big deal about me getting annoyed with him being with Rachel, but the moment he thinks I have a boyfriend, he gets all drama queen over it! Who does he think he is? Who does he think I am? I'm not ugly, you know! I can get a boyfriend if I wanted to! There are other gay guys here at Dalton. I don't have to hold out for him. I-"

"Hummel, calm down!"

Wes was waving his hands in front of the countertenor's face. People from other tables were now staring at them, ears open as they listened curiously at what the mid-semester transfer kid was flipping out about.

"Calm down? Honestly, Wes? I just want to-"

"Kill him?"

"Maim him?"

"Smack him across the face?"

Kurt shook his head and looked down at his barely touched lunch. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes; angry tears brought on by a pit of fire that burned within his heart. He honestly had a hard time understanding Blaine Anderson's logic. It was alright for him to have a girlfriend, but it was blasphemy for Kurt to possibly have a boyfriend? Heaven forbid Kurt decide to move on! It wasn't like Blaine didn't already know of Kurt's feelings towards him - fuck, Kurt had freaking admitted that he thought Blaine was going to serenade him on Valentine's Day! That was basically an honest to goodness admission right there!

Gripping his fork in an iron tight death lock, Kurt stabbed at his salad and growled, "I feel like throwing in the fucking towel. That's what I feel like doing."

Uh oh, Wes' mind screamed. Kurt Hummel just cursed; this is pretty serious.

Next to him, David shot Wes a horrified look. What the hell was going on? All of this planning and prying was becoming more trouble than what it was worth. Neither boy was easing up on the other. One minute, Kurt was apologetic and Blaine was childish. The next, Blaine was sorry and Kurt was silent… and the cycle would just continue on. It was too tiring; it was taking over the Warblers and it was taking up free time in general.

From across the table, Kurt dropped his fork and shoved his tray away from him. "I really can't eat right now. I just want to storm out of here Rachel Berry style and go home."

Oh yeah, Rachel Berry… one of the main reasons they were in this mess. Wes didn't know the girl personally, but he sort of wanted to flip out on her. He wanted to ask her what her intentions were with Blaine, chastise her for breaking Kurt's heart, and then confront her on the grounds that her presence as a wedge between the Klaine friendship was like chemical warfare to the Warblers. It was like that girl was just there to break the acapella group down from the inside or something!

It wouldn't surprise him though. Show choir was serious business!

Sighing heavily, the lead councilman leaned forward in his seat and stared at the angry guy before him. "Kurt?"

"What?"

"I understand you're angry right now, but I think it would be in your best interest to take a deep breath and calm down. If you need to, take a walk around the school before lunch period is over; it might help to clear your head. What you don't need to do is get overworked about all this. If you do that now, you and Blaine will never-"

"Didn't I just say-"

"Kurt, shush and listen, will you?" Wes waited until the other teen closed his mouth before he continued, "Clear your head, think about the reason you originally tried to contact Blaine earlier today. Leave Anderson to us; we'll deal with him. As of right now, your main concern should be you, not Blaine."

Kurt visibly softened, his eyes flickering from the hardened steel grey back to a soft blue. "I think I'll go take a walk, per your suggestion. I just can't deal with all of this right now. It's too much."

"Take an apple though, will ya? You barely touched your lunch."

"Sure, dad."

And with that, Kurt stood up from the table, tray in hand. He speed walked from the dining hall and disappeared out of the sight of the two senior councilmen he left behind at the table. Once he was out of their sight, Wes and David collapsed onto the table. Wes laid his head on the wooden furniture and groaned loudly, David mimicking his expression moments later.

"How did this happen? Why are we a part of this?"

"Hell if I know."

Blaine lay sprawled out on his bed. The sound of classical music filled his room as he conducted his fingers in time with the music. It was a form of relaxation to him, well as relaxed as one could get at a time like this.

Just minutes after he shot off his last text to Kurt about talking with his new boyfriend Luka, his phone blew up with angry texts from Wes and David. Both older Warblers were chewing him out for his supposed childish behavior. They were both convinced that Kurt was going to apologize for their fight the other day, but that Blaine had ruined it all by being a jealous little kid.

He wasn't jealous though. Just annoyed.

Not jealous.

Annoyed.

Reaching over, Blaine grabbed up his phone and unlocked it, noticing that he had several new messages in his inbox. A few of them came from Rachel, a couple were from David and Wes, and the newest one came from Thad just a few seconds before. Ignoring Wes and David ones, as well as Thad's (he'd get to that one soon), Blaine opened the messages from Rachel and was surprised at what the texts contained.

Oh Blaine! Today was just awful! I'm in so much trouble!

Coffee date for this afternoon is cancelled. Something terrible has happened.

AA assembly failed. I fear for New Directions! We may not be after this…

Everyone is so mad at me. Oh Blaine!

We have a meeting with Figgins tomorrow. This is bad, very bad.

I'm never drinking again… ever. You shouldn't either, Blaine. Don't do it.

Don't drink and perform. It's bad news.

Blaine stared down at the texts in half-amusement, half-pity. Obviously something strange happened during McKinley High's alcohol awareness assembly, but he was unsure as to what actually went down. Part of him felt like calling Rachel up just to talk about it, but he didn't feel like talking on the phone for a few hours. Instead, he re-read each text over and over again and felt his stomach flip somewhat when he noticed that not once had Rachel called him Blaine Warbler, nor had she signed the texts with her usual xo Rachel. It was kind of odd. I guess something bad did happen, he thought as he sorted through his inbox for the other texts he received that afternoon.

He went through the ones Wes and David sent, rolling his eyes as he read words like child, big baby, and what's wrong with you. Deleting their texts quickly, Blaine went to the last unread message in his inbox: the one from Thad. Opening it, his hazel eyes widened in fear as he read the words over and over again…

Emergency Warbler meeting/rehearsal after school tomorrow. Attendance is mandatory. Be there, no excuses. Important issues will be discussed.

Then, moments after Blaine had re-read that text for the millionth time, another message appeared on his screen. It was from Wes and it read:

Tick tock, tick tock… oops, never mind. Forget it ;-)

A/N: Chapter's kinda short, I know. It looked longer in my word processor, haha. Anyways, thanks to you all for your lovely reviews last chapter. I hope I didn't let you down with this one! Thanks for reading and please review! :D Also, if you want to read any other Klaine fics, I have another story I'm updating called 'Give Me Strength' that looks at the behind the scenes of Original Song as well as dabbles into Blaine's past (well, it will soon - it's a sequel to SYNMTC, another fic of mine dealing with Blaine's past). So, if you want something new to read, please check that out! And yes, I totally just tried to pimp out my other fic. :]