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 don't own Ke$ha, iPod, or anything else!

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.

"Well-"

This was it. This was the end. Blaine was sure of it. He watched as Wes smirked and ran a hand over a stack of sheet music. The senior was enjoying this way too much and it practically broke Blaine's heart to know that the guy was going to snuff out Kurt's talent over something so trivial as this.

"Wait, I have something to say," Blaine interjected, standing up from his seat. Around him, curious eyes stared on in question as to why their lead singer was so jumpy.

"Everything alright, Blaine?" David asked with a smile.

Blaine opened up his mouth to answer, but found his mouth dry. Nothing would come out, nothing at all. He was expecting to have a serious case of word vomit, to sputter out complete nonsense as to why Kurt needed to stay in the Warblers, but instead he got nothing.

Wes' smirk grew, "Well, if you have nothing to say, Warbler Blaine, then I must ask that you retake your seat and allow me to finish what I was about to announce."

"But I-"

"Please be seated." The councilman waited until Blaine parked himself back down into a chair before he continued, "Now I know you're all dying to find out why we've called this emergency meeting. Well, over the last few days, David, Thad, and I have been in talks with the administration-"

Oh God, the Dalton Academic Committee knows about Kurt's expulsion from the group. Oh, what have I done?

"-and we have been given the go ahead to-"

I'm so sorry, Kurt. I could've prevented this. I could've stopped this…

"-sing at next week's Board of Governors' luncheon that will be held here at the Academy on Tuesday. Members of the Warblers will be excused from classes that day in order to prepare. We are to perform a six song setlist for the luncheon and afterwards, we have been invited to mingle with the Board as well as enjoy a catered meal."

Blaine choked on air as his mouth fell open in shock.

That's what this meeting was about? It had nothing to do with Kurt…

Nothing to do with any part of the Kurt-Blaine fight.

Nothing at all.

Immediately, Blaine saw red. "Wait, so we're here to have a meeting about this luncheon? That's it? That's what this is all about?"

Thad raised an eyebrow at the defiant underclassmen, "Of course that's why we called the meeting, Blaine. Why else would we have called an emergency meeting? …unless there's something important you'd like to discuss. Something on your mind?"

Oh, it's a trap. Shut your mouth, Anderson.

Blaine closed his mouth into a tight line and shook his head negatively. He thought it best to shut up before he did anymore damage. After he closed his mouth, Wes and the council began ratting off ideas for the luncheon's setlist; Blaine paid them no mind as he stared hard at the clenched fists he held in his lap.

I'm so stupid. I almost ruined this. I still have a chance.

He looked up, let his gaze fall onto Kurt, and almost gasped in shock when he noticed Kurt's thoughtful blue eyes lock onto his hazel ones.

Kurt was watching him, one eyebrow raised in question as if he knew something that Blaine didn't. Then as quick as it happened, Kurt's gaze faltered and moved up to David, who was now passing a round of sheet music throughout the group.

"Here's a song that we're going to perform at the luncheon. Study your parts, get together with your groups, and then we'll do a practice run. Anderson," David stated, dropping the music into Blaine's lap, "you've got the solos this round. There'll be no auditions - no time for 'em."

Blaine nodded and lifted up the sheet, glancing over the song before looking back across the room at Kurt. The other boy was going over his part in silence, finger running along measure after measure of music. As Blaine continued to watch his friend study the song, he felt someone else's stare burning holes on his skin. He raised his eyes and found himself catching Wes' gaze as the councilman grinned wickedly from his position behind the desk.

The Asian boy leaned over, grabbed up Thad's wrist, and tapped the watch that was strapped there. "You've got more time. You're welcome," he mouthed, nodding his head towards Kurt. Blaine nodded in return and went back to his music.

As soon as practice ended, he would be all set to talk to Kurt and hopefully things would get fixed and go back to normal.

Of course, things never went to plan, now did they?

Once the Warblers had ran through their setlist several times, they were dismissed. Blaine grabbed up his messenger bag and practically mowed down the other Warblers in order to get to Kurt.

"Excuse me, I need to-" he muttered as he pushed through a crowd of chatting boys. "I have to get to Kurt, so could you please-"

"Oh, junior member Anderson! Before you go, can we have a quick chat with you? The rest of you can leave, but we need to borrow Blaine for a moment."

"But I," Blaine started, mouth falling open in utter shock. Didn't Wes just tell him to fix this? Why was he being called back to talk to the council if they wanted him to get things sorted out with Kurt? Sneering, Blaine turned towards the council table, "Can I have a minute please? I need to-"

"It won't take long, Blaine."

Groaning, the boy strode up to his classmates and stood before the council. He watched as the three upperclassmen waited until the rehearsal hall emptied completely before they decided to speak.

David spoke first. "I hope you realize, Blaine, that we could've ended Kurt's time in this group just like that," he snapped his fingers for emphasis, "due to the drama that you two have brought into this group. While his voice is a valuable asset to the Warblers, we could not simply allow this negativity to continue any longer within the group. So, even though we could have kicked Kurt out today, we decided to give you another chance to right your wrongs. I don't care if you have to beg and plead to get him to talk to you - things have to change. They have to."

"If they don't," Wes added, "then Kurt's gone, plain and simple. We value his presence and his talent, but we cannot have this sort of stuff affecting the group. The fact that the two of you have been completely miserable over the last few days has not gone unnoticed by the other Warblers. In fact, I've caught many of them watching the two of you mope and mourn instead of practicing! Do you know how dangerous that is? If they don't practice, they could mess up and we could lose Regionals. Do you want that to happen?"

Blaine frowned, "Of course not. I would never want to be the cause of us losing. I mean-"

"Then fix this. I know you and Kurt are two of the most stubborn, proud people ever, but someone needs to throw in the towel. I don't care if you have to grovel and cry, you need to fix this. Trust me when I say this, but Kurt is just as miserable as you are. I think that if you two take the time to actually sit down and talk, things will get sorted out in no time."

"So then why are you keeping me? Kurt's here, I can talk to him now before he heads back to Lima."

Wes frowned, "You know what… I completely forgot about that. Go find him before he leaves! Go!"

And with that, Blaine turned on his heel and rushed out of the hall. He had to find Kurt before the other boy started his long trek back to Lima.

Of course, as with all things that had gone completely wrong over the last few days, Blaine was not having luck on his side.

By the time he raced through the school and towards the parking lot, Kurt had already gone. His Navigator was nowhere to be seen on campus meaning that the boy had long since left. Groaning in frustration, Blaine threw his book bag to the ground and pressed his fists into his eyes.

This was getting ridiculous.

Kurt hummed softly as he drove the usual route home to Lima.

Part of him scolded himself for leaving Dalton so quickly after practice, but another part of him believed that getting the hell of out Westerville would do him some good. Plus, he was so tired that he really wasn't wanting to wait up for Blaine to finish talking with the council; he would rather drive back to Lima, stop at the Bean, get a drink, and wait until Blaine showed up there before they talked.

Blaine would show up at the Lima Bean at 3:30 like clockwork. He always did.

Kurt knew the other boy better than he knew himself, to be honest. After such a grating meeting, Blaine would leave the rehearsal hall, go back to his dorm, think about going to the Westerville Whip for a caffeine break, then decide against it and hop in his car to drive to the Bean.

He always said the coffee was better there anyway.

So, the Lima Bean it was.

Yawning, Kurt stretched one arm out and turned on the radio, blasting whatever bouncy pop song he could find - he needed the pounding beats to keep him awake on his drive home. As he merged into the passing lane, the familiar opening lines of a certain Katy Perry song trickled through the speakers and filled up the car.

Of course… Kurt thought as he rolled his eyes and switched stations. He ended up coming back to the station playing Katy after he couldn't find anything else; it wasn't something he really wanted to listen to right now, but he would deal. Sighing, he hummed along to the music and allowed his thoughts to wander back to the first time he ever met Blaine - the first time he heard him sing.

As his mind assaulted him with memories, something else popped into his head: the bet with Rachel.

She would be there at the Bean that afternoon waiting for Blaine to show up. She would be there with waiting lips, ready to kiss the dark haired dreamboat with no notice whatsoever. She was going to assault his sober lips and prove to the world whether or not Blaine Anderson was just a confused teenaged boy.

Just the thought of Rachel kissing Blaine again made Kurt's stomach flip. He bit his lip and swallowed the strange lump that settled in his throat.

No matter what the outcome of the unplanned kiss that afternoon, Kurt knew that he had to stand beside his best friends - both of them. No matter how much heartbreak he'd have to endure if Rachel and Blaine officially started dating, he would have to deal with it and move on.

He was strong, he could do it… right?

Chewing on his lip some more, the boy tightened his grip on the steering wheel and sighed. It would probably kill him if Blaine turned out to be straight or even bisexual - hell, it would probably kill him just because Blaine would be dating Rachel, his friend, and that was bad enough, but it would just be something he'd have to learn to live with and get over.

He could do this… maybe.

Rachel hopped into her car and leaned back against the headrest.

She was never more relieved with anything in her life than she was at that very moment. Thank goodness Principal Figgins was a complete idiot and thought that the glee club's vomiting incident yesterday was just a matter of amazing special effects. They had gotten off of the hook and even though it earned them a tiny lecture from Mr. Schue, things were going to be okay.

Now came the biggest part of her day: the meeting with Kurt and Blaine.

Starting up her dad's little silver car, Rachel pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the busy streets to the Lima Bean. Her stomach churned out of nervousness when she let her thoughts roam to what she was about to do.

This kiss could change everything, she knew that. She could get a really hot boyfriend out of all of this. She could also potentially lose a friendship (or more)… potentially being the key word. No matter what went down today, Rachel hoped that things could go back to normal: that the glee club would get off of her case about Blaine, that she and Kurt could be civil again, and that maybe she could finally be happy once again.

Ever since the thing with Finn and Quinn started up again, everything seemed so off in her world. Rachel couldn't understand how Finn could allow Quinn to have another chance with him after the crap she pulled the year before, yet couldn't accept Rachel's apology over what happened with Puck.

It must've been the fact that Quinn was Finn's first love and you always forgive your first love of anything. If that was the case, then Rachel knew that if Finn ever came rushing back into her arms, she'd forgive him too - he was her first love. Still is, actually, despite what could possibly happen with Blaine.

Biting her lip, Rachel pulled into an empty space on the side of the Bean and stepped out of her car. She pulled her coat closer to her small body as a chilly breeze blew through her hair.

This was it. This could change everything.

Trying to bite back her excitement, Rachel pushed back the urge to bounce on her toes as she pushed open the door to the Bean and caught Kurt's eye from across the room. She tossed him a little wave and stepped all the way into the building.

Here goes…

Blaine stood in the parking lot of the Lima Bean, eyes focused only on the black Navigator that was parked on the side of the building.

Kurt was in there.

It wasn't a surprise whatsoever. Usually the two of them got coffee after Warbler rehearsal and since he hadn't seen the large SUV at the Westerville Whip, he knew that Kurt had to have come to the Bean instead. He was right.

Checking to make sure he looked presentable in his side mirror, Blaine smoothed down his pea coat and pulled his messenger bag close to his chest. He wasn't going to go into the shop looking frazzled. Hell, he was going to go in there as calmly as he could. He would enter, order his usual, and then, maybe - if Kurt looked inviting - ask if he could sit down and if they could talk. If Kurt looked like he wanted nothing to do with him, then he'd just enjoy his coffee at another table - simple as that.

Smiling to himself over a plan well thought out, Blaine pulled open the door to the coffee shop and stepped inside, eyes immediately looking away from the section of the store that he and Kurt usually occupied. He wouldn't make eye contact yet, not until he got his coffee.

Kurt held his breath as he watched Rachel strut across the room and press her lips to Blaine's.

He watched with baited breath as Rachel pulled away and Blaine blinked stupidly at her. Oh God, he's probably sorting through his feelings right now. I can't believe Rachel is going to win him; she doesn't deserve him. She just doesn't.

Kurt gripped his coffee a little bit tighter as he concentrated on the unfolding scene before him. Rachel leaned back on her heels and stared up at Blaine, lashes batting as she studied his face for any sign of disgust or excitement. As the couple stared at one another, Kurt stayed lost within his thoughts, his mind replaying the last few minutes over and over again in his head.

"Who cares about you, buddy? I might get a new boyfriend out of this who can keep up with me vocally, and in the future give me vaguely Eurasian looking children."

As soon as those words slipped out of Rachel's mouth, Kurt immediately wanted her to lose the bet. As much as he hyped up the idea that he would have to get used to seeing Rachel and Blaine together, he knew that with that attitude, Rachel Berry definitely didn't deserve to win Blaine over him. Hell, he had even said that he wasn't going to get anything out of the bet and still Rachel acted rudely. It wasn't that surprising to say the least, she was Rachel Berry after all, but it still pissed Kurt off.

So, he wanted her to lose. He wanted Blaine to acknowledge that it was the blood alcohol content that made their situation so confusing.

Blame it on the alcohol, Blaine!

Blinking, Kurt watched as Blaine continued to stare down at Rachel. Emotions ran clearly over the dark haired boy's face, but Kurt was too far away to actually get a good read on them. If anything, Blaine seemed less confused than he had just a moment prior.

Then he opened his mouth…

"Yep. I'm gay. 100% gay. Thanks so much for clearing that up, Rachel."

YES!

Rachel's jaw went slack as Blaine confirmed his homosexuality to her following their mind-blowing kiss. Moments later, she heard him saying something about saving his spot in line while he went to the bathroom, but she really didn't care. Instead, she turned and found herself face to face with Kurt, the taller boy trying hard to bite back a smug look.

She knew him better than that though. He was probably flailing around on the inside.

"That was hard, wasn't it?"

Kurt was staring down at her, blue eyes sparkling with badly hidden excitement. As Rachel gazed at him, she couldn't help but notice how different the air around him felt. He was so happy to find out Blaine was gay; that meant he still had a chance. Sure, Rachel was a little saddened by the fact that she wasn't getting a hot boyfriend but-

Wait!

Blaine Warbler was gay. Rachel dated him. They technically had a relationship. She had a relationship with a gay man! Wasn't that something that songwriters often struck gold with: conflicting emotions, betrayal, etc.?

Oh my God, Rachel Berry had just struck oil!

"Are you kidding?" She beamed, "That was amazing! I am speechless. I just had a relationship with a guy that turned out to be gay! That is song writing GOLD!"

She was sure to have a hit on her hands with this one!

Kurt's brow shot upwards; he obviously very confused by what his friend was blabbering about. Rachel didn't even stop to explain what she meant, instead she grabbed the sides of his face and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Okay, I have to go compose but - thank you! THANK YOU!"

And as fast as it happened, off went Rachel through the shop and out the door. Kurt stared after her retreating form in silence, still slightly shocked by the whole ordeal. Once the tiny girl had completely vanished from his sight, the boy stepped back and headed towards his table, gathering up his cell phone in his free hand.

He typed out a quick text and sat back in his seat, eyes focused in on the doors leading to the men's bathroom.

Here goes nothing.

Blaine stood in the restroom, face flushed and lips slightly swollen from the kiss that Rachel had just laid upon him.

It was awful.

Sure, Rachel was a cute girl, very talented - any guy would be lucky to have her, but she wasn't what Blaine was looking for. In fact, she was the complete opposite in some respects.

Mostly, she was female and that kiss they just shared somewhat horrified him.

Rachel's lips were soft and smooth, tasting of mint and cherries with a slight hint of something spicy (probably the spiced vanilla chai she usually ordered). She smelled nice, like vanilla and pears, but despite how lovely things should have been, they just weren't.

Everything felt so wrong. So forced.

The last time he kissed her, things felt no less than amazing. He barely remembered what happened that night, but he did remember how different everything felt when her lips brushed against his during Spin the Bottle. Yet, with this most recent kiss, things seemed so off.

And he didn't like it one bit.

After Rachel had pulled away, Blaine had to practically restrain himself from wiping her lip balm off of his mouth. It wasn't that he hated it; he wore chapstick occasionally because he hated having chapped lips - especially during the winter - but with Rachel's balm, he felt waxy and strange. Swiping a dampened paper towel over his lips, Blaine stared at his reflection in the mirror and sighed.

He really hoped that Rachel wasn't offended by his sudden departure. He just had to get out of there and clean up. After their lip-lock and the sudden realization that he just wasn't into girls whatsoever, Blaine needed some air and the shop itself was a little packed. He thought about going back out to the parking lot, but then he thought of Rachel following him, so he picked the one place she couldn't enter: the men's restroom.

With a soft groan, Blaine leaned forward against the sink and closed his eyes. As he gathered his thoughts, he let his mind process the events of the few days prior. Kurt was still out there in the shop, probably waiting for him. No doubt that the boy had seen what had just transpired and he'd probably want to talk about it. That and talk about their fight as well.

It wasn't something that Blaine was looking forward to, but he knew he couldn't get away from it. Things had to change. Stuff had to be resolved.

Obviously he wasn't the only one who thought that. A vibration in the side pocket of his blazer alerted him of someone else who had the same idea.

We need to talk. I'm in our section. -K

Well, it had to get done sooner or later, didn't it?

A/N: Almost done guys! I'm hoping to get this thing finished before the beginning of November because I'm having the hardest time getting my thoughts together when it comes to this fic. I wish I would've gotten it done over the summer, but alas, life gets in the way. And now, with the third season having already started and the new info regarding Blaine's class ranking (of which I am FURIOUS over - thanks RIB for making all my stuff AU), I'm just having a terrible time sorting out my ideas. Oh well! I'll try to get this wrapped up soon! Thanks again for reading and please review! :]