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.

"Medium drip for Blaine."

Kurt looked up from his phone, eyes falling onto the blazered form before him as the boy across the room graciously grabbed his cup of coffee from the awaiting barista. As soon as Blaine had his drink in hand, he turned and faced Kurt - the two boys locking eyes and staring at one another for a few odd seconds.

"Oh, sir! Your biscotti-"

Blaine took the plate from the chipper girl and made his way over to his usual table. As he sat down, he and Kurt both chose that very moment to speak.

"I'm sorry-"

"I'm sorry! I-"

"Oh," Kurt flushed, shooting his gaze downwards. "You can go first if you'd like."

Blaine smiled sheepishly and popped the lid off of his coffee, absentmindedly dumping an unnecessary amount of cinnamon into the drink. "Thanks. I, uh… I just wanted to say I was sorry."

"Me too."

"I never meant to say those things to you. I never should've compared you to Karofsky," he paled a bit when Kurt visibly flinched. "You're nothing like him. Nothing, you understand me? I was such an idiot for saying those things to you. I wouldn't judge you if you never forgave me for that because even I would shut me off if I were you. I mean, I-"

"Blaine, I understand."

"-and I… wait, what?"

Kurt tapped his fingers along the edge of the table, eyes never leaving the floor. "After what I said to you about bisexuals and going back into the closet, I probably deserved that comment. I was so-"

"Kurt, no. You never deserved what I said to you. I don't even know what I was thinking - comparing you to Karofsky of all people? That was low, even for me. I would never want anyone to compare me to the people who bullied me out of my old school, so why did I think it was okay for me to do the same to you?"

"Blaine…"

"Let me finish," Blaine started. He reached a hand across the table and grabbed Kurt's drumming one, closing his fingers around the other boy's. "You were upset. I understand that. As gay men in small town Ohio, we don't really have many people like us to turn to. When I was testing the waters with Rachel, you freaked out because you thought I was going to change - am I right?"

Kurt didn't offer any response to Blaine's statement, so Blaine took his silence as a confirmation and ran with it.

"I know you don't have any qualms with bisexuality and if you do, I think that's something that you and I really need to discuss because, umm… that's a pretty intense thing, you know? But anyways, I think that in the heat of the moment, after that disaster of a party and you having to deal with me being drunk off of my ass, things just blew out of proportion."

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

Blaine raised a brow at Kurt's muttered words. "What?"

"I said you were right. A lot of stuff happened within a short amount of time and it overwhelmed me," Kurt lied. He wasn't about to get into the discussion of his feelings for his best friend right about now. Instead, he looked up and found Blaine's golden eyes lingering on him; obviously the other boy's mind was working double time. It was as if he was trying to figure out whether or not Kurt was lying to him.

"Something wrong?" Kurt questioned, also raising one of his eyebrows. Blaine shook his head and took a sip of his coffee.

"No, I was just thinking-"

"About?"

"You. Me. This whole thing. It was overwhelming, wasn't it?"

Kurt let out a breath he had been holding and mentally thanked whomever was watching over him that Blaine hadn't caught his little white lie. "It was a lot to take in, that's for sure."

Blaine sighed, swirling his coffee with one hand, "I feel like we missed so much this last week or so. I feel like such an ass."

"Tell me about it."

Both boys sat in silence and occasionally took long drinks of their coffees. Around them, the patrons of the Lima Bean carried on with their conversations, their lives, as if nothing weird was going on around them. In the mean time, Kurt and Blaine stayed quiet; both teens trying to find the words to convey their exact feelings.

Finally, Kurt spoke.

"I don't want to fight anymore. This was completely unnecessary and stupid."

Blaine nodded, "I agree. I hate that things came to this."

"So are we okay now?"

"I think we are… maybe. I still believe we should talk about this."

Kurt rolled his eyes a little bit and sat his now empty mocha on the table. "If we're going to talk, I'm going to need another coffee. Excuse me-"

"No, I'll get it. I'm gonna need a refill as well. And don't get your wallet out, dummy. I've got this," Blaine smirked, standing up from the table with a ten dollar bill in his hand.

Kurt sat back, lip tucked between his teeth as he watched the boy he cared about buy him a cup of coffee. He never thought he'd be back here with Blaine, not like this. Earlier that afternoon, he was terrified that their friendship was forever doomed by one Rachel Berry. And now, there they were again: acting like old friends.

Well, old friends that needed to resolve a few issues.

"A grande non-fat mocha for you and a medium drip for me!"

Blaine placed both of the coffees on the table and then proceeded to toss the empty cups in the trash. "I hope you don't mind that I ordered you an oatmeal raisin cookie. I felt kind of awkward eating all by myself," he called over his shoulder.

Kurt stared down at the napkin wrapped cookie with amusement. Of course Blaine remembered his favorite cookie. Sure, Kurt wasn't a sweets kind of guy, but he enjoyed a dessert now and then - not too much though because he certainly wasn't planning on ditching his skin tight jeans just so he could enjoy a few cupcakes here and there. Reaching out, he grabbed a tiny bit off of the cookie and popped it into his mouth.

"You like?"

"They do have good oatmeal raisin ones here," the light eyed boy commented as he swallowed. "Don't make this a regular occurrence though. I'm not eating with you every time you feel lonely."

"I'll remember that."

And once again, the silence became deafening. Kurt continued to pick at his cookie, Blaine swirled his biscotti in his coffee, and the two just sat there. No words were spoken.

Don't you want me, baby!

Don't you want me, oh-ooh!

"Really Blaine? Really?"

Blaine fumbled around in his messenger bag, grabbing up his phone quickly as the ringtone died out. "Rachel did it," he mumbled, checking the screen. "She changed my ringtone that night we went out to see-"

He stopped, eyes wide as he stared down at his phone.

"What? Something wrong?"

Blaine set the phone down on the table and slid it towards Kurt, watching as the other boy's face contorted into a smirk. The text message displayed on the screen brought out differing emotions between the two. Kurt brought his hand to his face as he tried to stifle a laugh threatening to bubble out from his throat.

"Oh this is amazing."

"I can't believe you find this funny! I am horrified. Did you know she was going to write a song about me? About us? …how does she even know what to write? She just left here not too long ago!"

Kurt tapped the screen and read the text again; this time, the laugh burst from him. "I really hope she cans this. I don't think New Directions wants to hear a song about how you broke her heart because you like-"

"Oh my God, just stop!"

"Oh there you are, sassy gay Blaine! I missed you!" Kurt teased, sliding the phone back across the table. "You had me worried for a while."

At those words, Blaine frowned and swiped up his phone. "I'm still sorry about that, you know. The fight and everything. It never should have happened."

"I'm sorry I wasn't more accepting of you possibly liking girls as well. You have to believe me when I say that I don't have anything against bisexuals. The things I said were stupid things that somehow slipped in the heat of the moment and-"

Blaine interrupted, "But don't they say that when you say stuff like that - you know, in the heat of the moment - that's what you really believe and you were just afraid to say it any other time?"

"I don't… I don't know."

"Do you really believe what you said about bisexuals wanting to hold hands with the opposite sex just to feel normal? Because that was really offensive, even if I know that I'm completely and utterly only attracted to men. I mean-"

"I never meant it to come out like that."

"Did you?" Blaine raised an eyebrow and leaned forward in his seat. "Kurt, I really think we should talk about this. Whether it be now or later, I don't care, but I'm just trying to understand what you meant. I just want-"

I said it because I'm in love with you, you idiot, and I didn't want to lose you to Rachel. A GIRL!

"I said it because I was scared, Blaine. Scared to lose you." He didn't stop minus the fact that Blaine was looking really confused now. "I was scared to lose you as a role model, do you know what I mean? You're the first out and proud gay guy I've met in the last few years… and after what happened at McKinley, I was really glad to have you. Then all of a sudden, you were questioning yourself and it scared me to death because I didn't want to see you change. I've been there, trying to change myself because I didn't feel like I fit the norm. All that did was throw me for a loop for quite a while. I still cringe when I think about Brittany's lips and…" He trailed off.

Blaine bit his lip. He somewhat understood what Kurt was trying to say, but he was also really confused as to what the other boy was talking about. "What were you saying about Brittany's lips?"

"It's a long story, so I'll give you the shortened version for now. Basically, I tried to date Brittany once because I thought that having a girlfriend would make me more relatable to my dad; it didn't work. It was terrible. It's something that I really don't care to reflect upon."

Blaine's eyes narrowed as he slowly became annoyed. Mentally, he told himself to take a few calming breaths before he blew up, but honestly, he felt like he was about to explode with rage. Kurt had dated Brittany once as a way to test the waters (and impress his father) and yet the one minute that Blaine tries to do the same, all hell breaks loose? What a hypocrite.

"I bet you think I'm a hypocrite, am I right?"

"Kurt, how did you-"

Kurt smiled, "I could read it all over your face. You've got to believe me when I say that I felt like a complete ass later on. You were conflicted and I flipped out. You didn't deserve that."

"I guess we both said some pretty terrible things that neither one of us deserved," Blaine whispered, fingers clenched around his cup of coffee.

"Yeah."

"…so you really don't have anything against bisexuals?"

"Like I said, Blaine… it was all a spur of the moment thing. I was just so mad at you because I couldn't understand why you would all of a sudden want to date Rachel when just a few weeks ago, you were strutting around the Gap flirting with that hipster."

Blaine flinched at the mention of Jeremiah. "I guess you could say that may have influenced my thinking. When we went to that party, I just wanted to have a little fun. These last few weeks have been hectic with Warbler practice and still dealing with the Jeremiah incident. I just wanted to have a few drinks and forget everything. Then, when Rachel kissed me and asked me out later on, it was like I had this epiphany that maybe I could change something."

"I never knew that you were still having trouble with Jeremiah."

"I just don't like to talk about it, that's all."

Kurt bopped his foot against Blaine's ankle under the table, causing him to glance up. "We talk about everything though. We've not discussed Jeremiah at all since Valentine's Day. Hell, even before that, you never even mentioned him. Why is that?"

Blaine paled, dropping his eyes once more. "He seemed so interested in me that day at the Gap. We exchanged numbers, he invited me to coffee a couple times, and I thought that maybe he liked me. I knew he was older than me, but age is nothing but a number, in my opinion. I didn't want you to judge me over the fact that I was running out to meet an older guy. Plus, I wanted to get to know him better before I introduced the two of you. You are my best friend, you know?"

"Which is why I would've liked to have known about him beforehand," Kurt commented lamely, his mind throwing out 'and I would've liked to have known who my competition was before I helped you serenade him!'

"I know. It was foolish of me to not tell you. I regret that entire incident. I regret it all." Blaine leaned forward in his seat, pressing his palms into his forehead. "I was so dumb about it all. After the Gap Attack, I felt so embarrassed that you all saw me get shot down and that I got everyone in trouble with the mall. I should've been more discreet about him. I never should've embarrassed him like that either."

"Blaine-"

"Did you know that I've tried to call him over the last few weeks to apologize and he won't even answer his phone? I texted him to tell him I was sorry and he's never messaged me back. I don't even like him anymore, Kurt. I just want to apologize for being an idiot!"

Kurt reached across the table, wrapping a hand around Blaine's forearm. "It might take him some time to come around. And if he doesn't accept your apology, then maybe he just doesn't deserve it."

"I'm so clueless, Kurt. I hurt people I care about without thinking of the consequences. I've hurt my friends, I've hurt you, I hurt Jeremiah, and I've - oh God, I even hurt Rachel! I didn't even let her down gently! Who does that?"

"Take a deep breath," Kurt whispered. He squeezed Blaine's arm again and leaned closer to his distraught friend. "Rachel will get over it. Your friends love you. Jeremiah is an ass and I forgive you for what happened over the last week. Calm down."

"I'm so sorry, Kurt," Blaine whispered brokenly. He looked up, tears glistening in his eyes. "This never should've happened. I just wanted to forget… I should never drink again; it makes me make bad choices."

"Ahh, the exact reason why I don't drink!"

"What - what bad choices have you made under the influence?"

Kurt grinned, releasing Blaine's forearm as he regaled his friend with the story of how he threw up on his OCD stricken counselor's shoes - leaving out the fact that April Rhodes had also given him muscle mags other than alcohol. As he told the tale, he watched as Blaine wiped the unshed tears from the corner of his eyes. Soon the sad look on his friend's face was replaced with one of amusement. "Are you okay now, Blaine?"

"I've been better, but yes, I'm fine. Thanks for the story."

"Just don't go telling anyone else. I don't need this spreading through Dalton. They'll never let me live it down and I really don't want to get any comments about Bambi shot in my general direction… no pun intended."

Blaine smiled and took a sip of his cooling coffee. "So are we okay now?"

"How many times are we going to ask ourselves that question? I'm pretty sure we're fine now. We've both apologized and while I understand that the stuff we said may take some time to actually forget, I believe we'll be alright."

"I'm still sorry."

"You apologize too much, Blaine Anderson." Kurt blinked, offering his friend a soft smile. "But for what it's worth, I'm sorry as well. I hope you don't think I'm a biphobic idiot-"

"And I hope that you don't think I really think you're like Karofsky. I'm really-"

"-sorry about it, I know," he reached across the table and took Blaine's hands. "We're both sorry. We're both stupid and now we're both talking again. I call that progress."

"Definitely."

"So now what? I've got a million things to talk to you about-"

"As do I. We've missed a lot this week."

"What do you want to do then?"

Blaine picked up his cell phone and began to run his fingers along the screen, "Well, first I need to text the council and let them know something. Then I need to text Rachel and ask her if we can meet up so that I can apologize profusely in person for being an insensitive jerk. Then, umm… maybe we can go to the mall and do some shopping and maybe go to dinner. My treat, if that's alright?"

"I would love that, though I don't think you should have to buy me dinner. I can get that myself."

"I insist. Please let me pay for dinner?" Oh, and there went the puppy dog eyes.

"Blaine…"

"Kurt…" Blaine mocked with a smirk, ducking when Kurt tossed a crumpled up napkin at his head. "I'm getting dinner. You can get the next one."

"I suppose I can deal with that."

"Good," Blaine pressed the send button on his phone and then stood. He pocketed the phone and grabbed up the garbage from the table. "Do you want to drive over to your house and drop off your car? Then we can just drive around in mine and I can bring you home later on. I promise to have you home before curfew."

"Jesus Christ, Blaine, you make this sound like we're going out on a date." Kurt teased, following him to the trash can. Next to him, Blaine bumped Kurt's shoulder with his own and shot him a wink.

Well, it looks like flirty Blaine is back. Fan-freaking-tastic. Kurt's heart fluttered at the gesture. "Though I'm thinking that you should probably stay in the car when I drop off the Navigator."

"Why?"

"I'll have to explain it to you later. Just don't get too close to my dad or Finn. After Rachel's party, they-" he trailed off. "You know what, forget it. I'll give you the full story on our way to the mall."

"But Kurt-"

"Meet you at my house!"

Kurt clambered into his SUV, smirking to himself as he caught Blaine's horrified expression in his rearview mirror. Just because they had made up didn't mean he couldn't pick on the boy anymore, especially after that flirty bit in the Bean.

Maybe things were finally going to get better… or at least go back to normal.

As Kurt pulled out of the parking lot - Blaine close on his tail - his phone vibrated. He picked it up as he slowed to a stop at a red light, eyes glancing over the text.

I'm glad we're alright now. I really missed you. -B

Smiling, he typed out a reply and pressed send right as the stoplight flashed green.

Me too, Blaine. Me too. -K

Wes rolled over on his bed, knocking a stack of neatly piled papers onto the floor in his haste.

"Crap!"

He ignored the spilled papers and reached for his phone that lay jingling on his desk. If he wasn't so tired from the last week's events, he wouldn't have even bothered with his phone right now. But, alas, he knew that Blaine had gone to talk to Kurt and he had to be on-call to see if things were going to be fixed between his two love struck (though one of them was too stupid to notice) friends. As he opened the text, his door flew open with a crash, revealing a panting David. Thad stood behind him, obviously very unamused.

"Did you get Blaine's text?"

"I was just getting to that," Wes spoke calmly, eyes raking over the newly opened message in his inbox.

Kurt and I are going to be okay. Just had a heart 2 heart at the Bean. -B

"So we don't have to threaten him anymore?"

David sighed in relief, "God, I hope not. Now if he can open up his eyes and make a move, we can all breathe easy for a while."

Thad, while silent, still nodded in agreement.

"So do you think the Warblers will go back to having to deal with unabashed flirting and sickening cavity inducing heart eyes?"

"I'm afraid so. Well, at least until Blaine realizes that he likes Kurt as much as Kurt likes him."

"I just hope that he figures this out before he does something else stupid enough to cause Kurt to rethink his feelings," Thad muttered as he leaned up against Wes' desk.

"Me too."

There was a bout of silence as David texted Blaine back, assuring the younger Warbler that Kurt's position in the group was safe. Once his fingers finished punching out a response, he glanced up at his friends.

"So what do you guys say to a celebratory dinner in the dining hall? I'm starving!"

A/N: Woo hoo, after all these chapters (years/days/months/whatever) our boys have finally made up! Yay! Sorry for the hold out though; I know you all were getting annoyed with the run-around, but they've made up now and we all know what happens from here.

Anyways, there's one more chapter left - something to show a little bit of what happened before the Sexy episode as well as a bit of the Sexy elements thrown in. Perhaps an insight as to why the Warblers chose Animal as their sexy number, yeah? I'm still debating on the alternate ending though (for those of you who remember me mentioning an alternate ending in which Kurt and Blaine DO get together after their BIOTA fight). I had a few yays for the AE and a few nays. I'm starting to think about just leaving this the way it is and just ending it with the next chapter as being the last, meaning no AE. What do you guys think? Drop me a line! :]