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.

"While I am thoroughly impressed by your wonderful display of this delicious dinner, Blaine Warbler, I must admit that I do not entirely understand why we are here."

Rachel was staring at him, dark eyes blinking wearily in his general direction as she poked at her plate of wilted salad greens.

Blaine frowned, "I just wanted to apologize for what happened the other day, Rachel. I feel terrible about the way I acted at the Lima Bean. I never should have-"

"Dramatically declared yourself homosexual and shot me down in front of handfuls of people?"

"Yes. Oh God, Rachel, I am so sorry about that. I never meant to be so hurtful. I just wasn't thinking and-"

"While I do agree that it was a very mean thing to do, Blaine, I've gotta say that your bold declaration gave me the greatest fuel to write that song."

Blaine paled a bit at the mention of the song. The lyrics remained fresh in his memory, still burned in his brain from the day he got them just moments after breaking it off with Rachel. "Are you still planning on keeping that song?"

"Like, am I still planning on performing it later on in my life?"

"Yes."

"Maybe, someday. I've got a better use for it right now, but if I have to, I'll just tuck it away for future use - possibly when I become a rich and famous Tony award winning Broadway star and someone decides to make a musical about my life. Then whenever they get to this point of the story, the girl portraying me can sing this song whenever the boy portraying you kicks her to the curb."

Kicks her to the curb. The words repeated themselves over and over in Blaine's mind.

"Oh Rachel…"

"As apologetic as you are, Blaine, I must stop you there. I think I'm the only one who deserves to be dramatic here at this table. However, I must also apologize to you for my actions over this last week."

"Huh?" Blaine raised an eyebrow, eyes widening incredulously.

"One would have thought that being raised by two gay dads, I would have the gaydar of an expert. To be completely honest, I don't… and I don't know why. Kurt and I had a discussion the other day about what happened between the two of us and I finally understood what was going on."

"What do you mean by that?"

Rachel sighed, dropping her fork into her salad. "There's no doubt in my mind that you would've been the perfect boyfriend. But a perfect boyfriend for a girl is not something I can see you being." She raised a hand to silence the boy sitting across from her when she noticed him open his mouth to protest, "No, Blaine, listen: you are very much gay. Like you said the other day at the Lima Bean, you're 100 percent gay. Completely homosexual. You like boys. I get that. We all get that. It just took you some time to completely understand that. It's natural. People have conflicted, confused feelings all the time."

"But I-"

"Let me finish," the girl interrupted. "If I had to be the stepping stone for you to become more comfortable within your sexuality, so be it. I understand wholeheartedly and I'm proud that I was able to help you find yourself."

"But I-"

"Not done yet, Blaine Warbler. I would have rather dated you for a few hours or days rather than date you for months, fall in love, and then have you crush my heart later on. Honestly, I should have known that things wouldn't have worked out between us. I mean, look at us: you're gay, I'm a girl, we're both lead singers - which would work in our favor in duets, but when it comes to solos, I would crush you with my talent, and you're a Warbler - the competition. It would never work out. I just wish I would have seen it sooner."

"I-"

"Thus, Blaine Warbler, I think you now understand why I cannot fault you entirely for our failed relationship. We both failed in some respects. Yes, you more so than I, but that's not surprising, now is it?"

Blaine stared at her in shock, mostly stunned by her bold statements.

"However, I do appreciate this thoughtful gesture," Rachel added as she took a dainty bite of salad. "I forgive you for being so rude the other day."

"Umm, thank you?"

"You are very welcome. So what's on the agenda after this?"

Blaine reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his cellphone. He was still a little shell-shocked by the brashness that was Rachel Barbra Berry. "Uh, well, as part two of my apology, I was hoping to take you to the movies or something."

"Like a date?"

Blaine flushed. "I, uh…"

"I'm just kidding!" Rachel laughed, swatting a hand at Blaine's forearm. "I would love to catch a movie. Are there any good ones playing? If not, we should go see that local theatre production of Annie downtown. I highly doubt it will be any good, but it would be a fun thing to judge."

"Sounds good to me."

Rachel's eyes brightened, "Fantastic."

The two sat in silence for a few moments more as they finished their food. As soon as the waitress came to take the payment (Blaine's treat, of course) and brought back the change, they got up and exited the restaurant. As Blaine opened his car door for Rachel to climb inside, he whispered, "You know Rachel, I'm still very sorry for what happened."

The girl blinked back up at him as she settled into her seat, "I know, Blaine. I know."

Blaine laid back on his bed.

He stretched his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling, eyes taking in each and every tiny crack in the plaster.

It had been just a few days since the fight of the century had been resolved and yet he felt like things we moving a little too slow between him and Kurt. Sure, they had been getting coffee together these last few mornings, but since then, Kurt seemed a little bit distant. It was highly unusual for Blaine to bear witness to this and deep down, he wanted things to change back to what they were before. He missed being able to joke around with Kurt. He missed being able to tell his best friend anything, despite the fact that he had failed to do so a few times in the past.

And now here he was: finding himself missing Kurt, even though the boy was around him all the time.

Sighing, Blaine grabbed his phone and dialed a number he had seen on his caller ID far too many times this last week.

"Hello?"

"…Rachel?"

"No, I'm not giving you our set list. You'll have to suffice with whatever horrible songs the Warblers have chosen for you to sing!"

"Wait, what?"

"You heard me, Blaine Warbler. I know this is the only reason why you are contacting me. We've both discussed why our relationship ended and you know that I no longer have feelings for you, so why else would you be calling? For the New Directions' set list, of course! I'm not dumb. And don't say that you're calling to apologize to me because you've already done so a million times. I get it. You're sorry for being rude and for shooting me down in public. I understand that-"

"Rachel, wait. I-"

"-and I already told you that I get why you did what you did. And you already know my feelings on the matter and why I think that what happened needed to happen so that I could have a golden hit on my hands. Plus, you know I still care for Finn, so why else would you be calling? It's definitely not to get back with me, that's for sure. Especially since you are gay. Capital G, A, Y; GAY!"

"Rachel-"

The girl continued, "And foremost-"

"RACHEL!"

"What?"

Blaine huffed and raked a hand through his gelled hair, "I'm not calling for your set list. I'm calling because I'm worried about Kurt."

"Worried about Kurt? Why?"

"Things just seemed different between the two of us this past week. We still go out as we normally do - get coffee, lunch, and the like. But it seems like whenever I talk to him, he's zoned out and on a different planet. I don't know what's going on."

Rachel made a humming sound, followed by a soft click of her tongue. "Sounds like he's still a bit mad at you."

"Are you sure?"

"We both know Kurt, Blaine. He's a bit of a drama queen, yes? While you two may have apologized profusely to one another, there's no doubt in my mind that Kurt is still harboring some ill feelings towards your fight. I know for a fact that he's still annoyed with me."

"But why would he be mad at you?"

An audible gulp was heard on the other side of the line followed by a soft, "Crap, I've said too much."

"Rachel?"

"Nothing. I didn't say anything!'

"But you just-"

"I said nothing, Blaine Warbler! Now you listen to me: Kurt just needs some time to compose himself. He always does. He'll be back to his old ways in no time, don't you fret. Don't push yourself on him though. It'll just make him even more angry than before. Just sit back and wait for him to come to you. He will eventually. Treat him the same way you always do, that's all."

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, fingers threading through the small curls at the base of his neck. "I'm just afraid that I've ruined it for good. I thought we were okay, but now things seem tense."

"You guys will be fine. In no time, Kurt will be back to being in lo- crap!"

"Huh?" Blaine didn't catch the last part of her sentence, but he did catch her quick yelp. "What did you say?"

There was a lot of movement on the other side of the line, followed by a rush of static. "What dad? Oh, dinner's here! That was fast. I'll be down soon! Sorry Blaine, I've got to go. The takeout is here and my dads want me downstairs. It was nice talking to you!"

"But what about-"

"You'll be fine. Gotta go, bye!"

A click resounded in Blaine's ears and he sighed, ending the call as he set the phone back on his desk. As he rolled off of his bed, his eyes caught the lone pair of Dior sunglasses sitting on his dresser.

I really hope things will be okay.

"I thought we determined that the two of us would be taking a break from contacting one another for a while."

"Kurt, seriously, I've apologized a million times for what I did and I know you're still a little bit miffed at me, but you have to listen to me when I say this: Blaine thinks you're distancing yourself away from him!"

"…and your point is?"

"Oh my God, Kurt! You are pushing him away! Why? I thought you really liked him."

Kurt sighed, "I thought I did, too. I mean, I know I like Blaine. I like him a lot actually. It's just that these last few weeks with the Jeremiah incident and you and our fight… it's really got me thinking about my relationship with Blaine. Like, I don't know what I want from him anymore."

"So you don't like him like him?"

"I don't know."

"I really don't know what to say," Rachel gasped. "You seemed fine yesterday when we talked."

"Yeah, but then I went out to Breadstix with Blaine and it was like I went right back to the usual routine of being flirty with him and this time, I only felt empty afterwards. For the longest time, I felt butterflies in my stomach and now I just feel like tossing my drink in his face."

"For the record, Kurt, I really think Blaine cares about you. It never would've worked out between us because, well, for one, he's gay and two, I think he has feelings for you."

"Don't lie to me, Rachel Berry."

Rachel rolled her eyes, even though she knew Kurt couldn't see her through the phone. "I'm not lying. That night we went out on our date, he spent most of the evening talking about you and asking me about you. Tonight, he called me on the phone to talk about you because he was scared that you were going to push him away. Even I was shocked that he did that."

"So? Doesn't mean that he likes me."

"I don't think he knows yet, Kurt. He cares about you dearly. I think you should give him a second chance-"

"This would be his third chance if you think about it."

"Third, fourth, fifth chance, whatever. I would give Finn another chance in a heartbeat-"

"That's because you're in love with Finn," Kurt deadpanned.

"And you're in love with Blaine Warbler, so shut up." She waited for Kurt to retort with some sort of scathing remark, but got silence instead. "See? I told you. Will you give him another chance?"

"I never pushed him that far away, you know." Kurt mumbled, "I just stopped responding to his flirty actions."

"That was enough to get him to freak out over losing you."

"Whatever."

"Well, now that we've had this lovely talk, Kurt, I think you understand what I was trying to get at. Don't let me down!"

Kurt huffed, "You of all people shouldn't be telling me what to do. We're still not back to where we used to be, Rachel."

"I know," the girl whispered.

"But, thanks for calling me and telling me this. I may appreciate it. Maybe."

"Oh, you are very welcome!" Rachel beamed into the phone. "Also, could you tell Finn I said hello? I was wanting to-"

"Yeah, no. Bye Rachel."

He hung up and threw his arm over his eyes. There was something that he needed to do.

Don't cry for me, Argentina!

"Kurt?"

Blaine ran out of the bathroom, feet skidding to an abrupt stop as he froze in front of his ringing phone. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous to answer a phone call, but for some odd reason, his stomach was coiled up in tight knots. He swallowed and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Blaine?"

"Yeah…?"

"It's Kurt."

"I know."

"I was wondering if you'd like to get coffee tomorrow morning before school. I know we've been getting coffee at the Whip lately, but I'm in the mood for some from the Bean. So, I was wondering if you'd like to meet at-"

"I'd love to."

"Are you sure? The drive is a little out of your way and I don't want to inconvenience you or anything."

Blaine smiled and ran a hand up to his jaw, only to pull away with a muttered curse when he felt the froth of shaving cream touch his fingertips. "Oh for the love of-"

"Blaine, are you alright?"

"I completely forgot I was shaving when I answered the phone. There's shaving cream everywhere, Kurt. One side of my face looks like Santa Claus!"

Kurt laughed and Blaine felt his stomach flip at the sound, "Only you, Blaine. Only you."

"Ahh, you love it."

Silence.

Oh crap, why did I say that? You're so stupid, Blaine. Stupid! Stupid! STUPID!

"So, coffee tomorrow then?" Kurt's voice grew quieter.

"Yeah, I'd love that."

"Good, I'll see you tomorrow before practice?"

"I'll be there. I'll call you before I leave Dalton."

"Okay," Kurt paused for a moment. "Goodnight, Blaine."

"G'night," Blaine waited until he heard the click of the ended call before he tossed his foam covered phone onto his bed and stomped into his bathroom.

Blaine Anderson, you are an idiot.

Kurt didn't say much at the coffee shop, not after Coach Sylvester showed up and planted some god awful idea into Blaine's head about the Warblers needing to do some sort of sexy number.

He didn't say much when Blaine called up the council and demanded that the Warblers schedule an emergency meeting in regards to their Regionals set list. He also didn't say much on the car ride to Dalton (of which Blaine offered to give Kurt a ride to and from Lima to Westerville) when Blaine began spouting off ideas for sexy songs - including singing those damned songs to him on the hour plus drive to the school.

The only time he properly spoke minus a curt nod with a soft hmm or a negative head shake with a quiet nuh-uh was when Blaine burst into a ridiculously hot rendition of Rod Stewart's Do Ya Think I'm Sexy.

"What about that?"

"Are you trying to kill the audience, Blaine? Honestly!"

"I thought it was pretty good," Blaine frowned. "We can arrange the background vocals to sound exactly like the instrumentation in that song. I mean, we started to arrange that number once before you transferred and Wes canned it for the fear of it being too controversial. But, if New Directions is taking a sexy route, we can definitely do this song now without any repercussions!"

"I just don't think it's a very good idea. I don't think we should take Coach Sylvester's ideas to heart. She may have helped me out a little while I was still at McKinley, but now that she's the coach of Aural Intensity, I believe that she only told us this interesting tidbit of information to get our minds working; then she'll swoop down out of the sky and gouge our eyes out when we're not looking."

Blaine turned to Kurt, horrified. "What kind of visual was that?"

"I only speak the truth. I know this from personal experience from my time as a Cheerio and-"

Blaine audibly gulped, causing Kurt to raise a brow at his friend. He couldn't help but notice the way Blaine's hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter until his knuckles were white from the pressure.

"I forgot you used to cheerlead," Blaine muttered quietly. "I guess you could be right."

"I'm glad you see things my way," Kurt stated matter-of-factly, choosing to brush off the weird way Blaine was acting. "Coach Sylvester is not one to be trusted. She is-"

"I still want to run this idea by the council, Kurt. Don't get me wrong. Part of me understands what you are trying to say, but another part of me wants to take this information and run with it. That part is really screaming in my ear right now."

"If it takes screaming in your ear to keep you from doing something stupid, shall I begin?" As soon as the words escaped his mouth, Kurt flushed. It hadn't sounded as weird when he thought of the words in his mind, but as soon as he said them, a weird voice that sounded eerily like Santana hummed, "Wanky."

Blaine didn't say anything. He just kept on driving until he pulled into the parking lot of the Academy and climbed out of the car. As Kurt was getting out of the passenger side, he caught Blaine's eye and noticed the other boy's hazel eyes seemed confused.

Don't question it, Kurt. Leave it alone. Don't make up a romance in your head again. You guys are just friends. Just friends.

"You aren't going to be mad at me if I run this by the council, are you?" Blaine asked as he stepped up next to Kurt.

Kurt shook his head and bumped Blaine's shoulder, trying to lighten the mood even though his stomach was rumbling in embarrassment. "No, but if this backfires in your face, I'm not going to be afraid to rub it in. Understand?"

"Got it."

Kurt sat next to Blaine, a hand on his friend's fidgety one as the boy next to him bounced his knees up and down in excitement.

"Do you think the council will take my ideas into consideration?"

"Blaine," Kurt rolled his eyes, "the council has an insane love affair with everything that you do. You could suggest we perform in the nude and I'm sure they'd agree that it would be the perfect idea for Regionals. I'm pretty sure they'll make us perform some god awful sexual song and-"

"You really aren't fond of this idea, are you?"

Kurt turned, removing his hand from Blaine's. He locked eyes with his friend and frowned when he noticed the hesitance behind the hazel orbs. "Okay, I'm going to be completely honest here… no, I'm not too fond of this idea. I still think it's a bad thing to listen to Coach Sue, but if it's something that may give us an advantage at Regionals, then so be it."

"So you're not mad that I went ahead and told the council about what that woman told us?"

"No, now shush. Here comes Wes," Kurt felt Blaine's hand grab his own again and he had to fight the rush of adrenaline that coursed through his veins at the contact.

Wes sat down at his usual perch in front of the room. David and Thad took their seats next to him and the three councilmen stared at their comrades with stone-faced expressions. They didn't look like they had just spent the last ten minutes out in the hall conversing about this new development. Wes was the only one who started to look somewhat amused as time went on.

"Well, fellow Warblers, the council and I have decided on what Warbler Anderson has suggested. We agree that while it may be risky to take such a jump this close to Regionals, we have decided that we will try to run a quote-unquote sexy number." Wes stopped as the Warbler common room erupted into catcalls and wolf whistles. He smirked to himself as he noticed the only person not cheering was Kurt, who was gingerly patting a celebrating Blaine's hand with his own. "Okay, settle down Warblers!"

"What kind of number are we doing?" Jeff asked.

"We've decided that we would try a take on the song Animal by Neon Trees. It will be a duet performed none other by our very own Blaine Anderson and-"

Kurt's eyes widened when he noticed Wes staring straight at him.

Oh God, Wes, NO!

"-Kurt Hummel."

The room once again erupted into applause and Kurt felt Blaine's hand squeeze his own. He could barely function properly however; his heart was pounding in his ears and he felt like he was going to throw up all over his shoes. Blue eyes wide, Kurt glanced up at the council table and watched Wes mouth, "You'll thank me later."

He was ready to throw a fit until Blaine stood up and pulled him upright as well.

"We should get the sheet music," the shorter boy grinned. "This is a great song and I'm pretty sure we'll kill it. I've got some fantastic ideas about all this. Aren't you excited, Kurt? You should be! It's your first solo and you got it quick!"

"Yeah, I'm thrilled." Kurt said quietly, his voice slipping out like a hiss. He continued to hold Blaine's hand as his over excitable friend dragged him up to the council table.

The council spoke with them about the importance of their duet as well as gave them their sheet music. Blaine rambled forever about how excited he was about the performance and Kurt just stood next to him, quietly fuming about killing the council and maybe punching Blaine in the face if things got too heated or flirty. Taking in a cleansing breath, the boy unhooked his hand from Blaine's and crossed his arms over his chest.

This duet could make or break him. After all the drama of the last few weeks, the last thing he wanted was to have yet another thing to dislike about his friendship with Blaine. Sure, he dearly loved the boy, but Blaine was skating on thin ice with him now. The last thing he needed was another crack in the foundation of their friendship.

Hopefully this duet would change things for the better. Like, Blaine was no longer conflicted with his sexuality. He knew he was gay and according to Rachel Berry, Blaine had feelings for him. Kurt could only hope that a song such as this one - smooth pickings there Wes, Thad, and David - that Blaine would finally see the light.

One could only hope, right?

"So, are you ready to practice?"

Kurt looked down, catching Blaine staring up at him with a cheeky grin. "Yeah, I'm about as ready as you are."

"Great! We are going to kill this."

Kurt offered his friend a fake smile; it was the best he could do. "I'm sure we will." If you don't kill me first.

They ran through the number for hours.

They ran through it during each Warbler class, rehearsal, and study hall. It got to the point that Kurt was singing the damn song in his sleep - even going as far to imagine Blaine singing to him and with him in his dreams. It was annoying to say the least.

But, no matter how god awful Kurt found the insane amounts of practice to be, he never grew tired of spending time with Blaine. They continued their usual get togethers of getting coffee or dinner at Breadstix. Blaine would sit with him in the library and help him on homework before practice or they'd just sit in the courtyard and talk. It was nice, the time they spent together.

And Kurt found himself falling a little bit more in love each day, even though he tried to tell himself that he wasn't as enamored with Blaine as he used to be.

While sitting in the library a few days after their emergency sexy meeting, Kurt found himself watching Blaine out of the corner of his eye. Watching as the boy before him chewed on the end of his pencil as he stared down at a particularly difficult math equation, his brows furrowed in concentration. Kurt could never get over how devastatingly handsome his best friend was, no matter how many times he stared at Blaine. The boy was just too damn gorgeous for his own good.

Which was why Kurt was still slightly ecstatic that Blaine had sorted through his sexuality issues and declared himself as completely gay. Memories of the last few weeks played fresh in his mind - the good, the bad, the ugly - and still Kurt found himself glad that some of the events happened. He was slightly glad that Blaine had a little freak out, now that he had really thought about it. Sure, when it originally happened, Kurt was terrified of losing Blaine to a female, but now, he was happy that Blaine was able to sort through his differences and come out okay… no pun intended.

As long as he's gay, I still have a chance. I just have to not get my hopes up too much…

As Blaine sucked his lower lip beneath his teeth, Kurt sighed quietly and went back to scribbling on his history worksheet. Sure, it was hard to be around Blaine with all these ridiculous feelings bubbling up, but Kurt would rather be around him and not be with him than not have Blaine in his life at all.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

Blaine smirked, "You just sighed, that's all. What are you thinking about?"

"Oh nothing, just this stupid homework. It's got me all confused," Kurt groaned, faking his distress. Truth be told, he knew exactly what was being asked of the paper, but he just didn't want Blaine to realize that he was sighing over him.

"Oh, confused? Ha, we've all been there, haven't we?" Blaine added with a wink, causing Kurt to glare.

"You can say that again."

Blaine threw his head back and laughed, reaching out and grabbing Kurt's hand with his own. As he calmed down, he shot his friend a gentle smile; one of the one's that made Kurt's heart pound straight out of his chest.

Kurt watched Blaine smile and offered him one in return before the other boy stood and excused himself for a bathroom break. As he excited the room - all the while humming lines from Animal under his breath, Kurt slammed his head down on the desk with a thump and groaned.

Hush, hush, the world is quiet
Hush, hush, we both can't fight it
It's us that made this mess
Why can't you understand?

Truth be told, Blaine Anderson may not be confused anymore, but Kurt Hummel was now just downright lost. And lost he would remain until a certain someone decided he wanted something more. If only…

A/N: OKAY OKAY OKAY! Ladies and gentlemen, we have finally hit the (canon) END of this fic! Woo hoo! Yeah, I know - it was a LONG time coming, but here it is! Sorry if the ending wasn't that great. I sat here for hours trying to figure out how to tie it all up, but I couldn't get it to come out of my head and onto paper like I wanted it to. Don't you hate it when that happens?

Anyways, this is not the last chapter… for those of you who voted for an ALTERNATE ENDING chapter. If you want to stick with the canon and go on from BIOTA to SEXY, then STOP HERE and do NOT read on to the next chapter (I mean, you totally could, but the next chapter is completely AU and will go completely off base from the ending of BIOTA and the beginning of SEXY, if you get my drift). So, be on the lookout for that.

For those of you who aren't planning on reading the AE, thanks for sticking with me to the end of this! I really appreciate all of the reviews I got from each and every one of you and I hope that you will review one last time! I appreciate your thoughts/criticisms/etc. Thanks again! :]