Blaine froze, holding his breath. Why is Kurt actually talking to me? Although he truly didn't want it to, his response came out snotty. "Ah, so you're actually talking to me for once instead of mocking."

"B, give him a chance. Isn't that what you've wanted all along?" Tina whispered and then turning away once Kurt noticed her talking.

"T, I-I…" Blaine tried to finish.

"UGH, YOU'RE SO IMPOSSIBLE!" Tina screamed, half jokingly yet half-serious, "What do you want, Kurt?"

"Santana told me to get lost…I was kind of wondering if a seat was available by you guys," Kurt whispered so Santana wouldn't overhear.

"I-I…guess…" Blaine's face was looking around for an empty chair. Thankfully, Puck had taken the only available seat next to him.

"Puck?" Kurt asked. Blaine slumped, Oh gosh. Entire glee lesson with Kurt staring me down.

"Sup, unicorn puke?" Puck came back with.

"Unic- anyway, may I sit here for today?" Kurt begged, pulling the puppy-dog eyes trick.

"OHH, this is for the Che-" Puck stopped mid-sentence as Kurt gave him a penetrating stare signaling for him to stop.

"Sure thing, bro," Puck got up and sat in the back of the room. Kurt took his seat and scooted a little too close to Blaine. Blaine responded by sighing and turning his body towards Tina.

I know there's a catch to this, Blaine thought, well, I mean, I guess he could just be being nice, right? Well, I'm not going to get close to him no matter how badly I like him—he mortified me and I haven't forgiven him. Heck, he hasn't even apologized!

"Hello, my Renewed Directions," Mr. Schue greeted them because it was Monday and to him the weekend meant starting out fresh. "I came up with this idea: I'm going to pull someone's name from a hat and that person will have to come up and share a song with us that represents how they feel! It'll be one person every time we have Glee club. How brilliant is that?"

The class groaned, but optimistic Mr. Schuester didn't seem to notice. Instead, he proceeded to pull out a name. Mr. Schue read the name aloud, "Blaine! Why don't you come on up here and sing something that concludes your current, or recent, feelings?"

Blaine closed his eyes in disappointment. Tina couldn't hold back her chuckle, but reached for Blaine's hand in comfort when his eyes shot open at her as if to scold her for laughing. Reluctantly, he stood up, straightened out his shirt, and started walking for the center of the room. Once he took his first three steps, he fumbled over a long and skinny leg sticking out. His glasses swept across the floor, immediately resulting in laughter from Kurt as well as the Cheerio's. Blaine thought it was an accident. That is, until he walked over high-fiving Santana yet again and retrieving his seat so Puck could go back to his.

Of course, Blaine thought, That sneaky little…that childish little…ugh, I hate him! "REALLY?" His voice snapped, sounding more full of venom than anyone could ever imagine possible. Heads snapped to him, suddenly the room grew silent.

"E-uh, excuse me?" Kurt replied, his expression blank.

"I'm done with these childish pranks. You've made my life a living hell since day 1 and well, Hummel, you better be in for the same because I'm not putting up with this anymore," Blaine shot out. He snatched his glasses and headed out of the door.

"Does anyone else think he's just overreacting over a little trip?" Finn suggested.

"OH, TWEEK, THAT'S NOT ALL. CHECK YOUR FACEBOOK!" Santana laughed. She nudged Kurt to start laughing, too. As bad as he thought it was, he did for the sake of his reputation.

Kurt started re-thinking his actions. What had Blaine meant by 'you better be in for the same'? What….What if I really do need him one day? And he won't be there…Wait, why would you need him? You're Kurt freaking Hummel! But then again…would his words come back to spite me?

Blaine charged for home, not looking back. He immediately turned on his computer. All over his wall, he'd seen posts supposedly from 'him' as well as a bunch of other people, which could only mean he'd been hacked. Some of the posts read:

Blaine Anderson: Guys, I'm gay.

Santana Lopez: I heard Blainey-boy's got a crush on Kurt!

Brittany S. Pierce: So you are a dolphin? You told me you were a shark last year…

Blaine Anderson: Kkkkkuuurrrtttt Iiiiii lllllloooovvvveee yyyooouuuu!

Mercedes Jones: Kurt's way out of your league, doofus. Stop getting your hopes up.

Finn Hudson: My brother deserves waaay better than you, loser.

Noah Puckerman: Gross, dude.

Lauren Zizes: Wow, Anderson. Going for a guy like Kurt? Your life is pathetic.

Brittany S. Pierce: Since you're a dolphin…does this mean we can make out?

Blaine's hands were shaking. How could anyone ever be so…cruel? He thought. He tossed his phone against the wall, not caring about the damage. He shoved his palms into his eyes as an attempt to keep his tears from pouring out. This was it. Everyone knew, including Kurt, and this really was going to be the death of him, as he recalled thinking the previous day. After about 30 minutes of insane crying and smashing his head against the table to try to stop the pain, his phone beeped. Oh gosh. Not another comment or post about that… The thought of what it could possibly say bugged him, so he decided to read it. To his surprise, it was a chat.

Kurt Hummel: Blaine? You there? I'm really sorry about earlier…and the Facebook posts…I know they aren't true…

Kurt Hummel: Wait, they aren't true, right?

Kurt Hummel: Duh, of course they aren't true. Please confirm that we're okay? I know I bugged you in the past…like, a lot…but your words have been lingering in my head. I really need some assurance right now…Blaine?

Kurt Hummel: Okay, please? Reply? You're my last hope…

Blaine paused. Last hope? What does he mean, 'last hope'?

Blaine Anderson: Go ahead, destroy my life like the rest of your friends. You know, like you always do.

Kurt Hummel: I'm really sorry, Blaine…I let my social status get the better of me, and we both know it.

Blaine Anderson: You couldn't have thought of that three years ago? I wanted to die because of you, Kurt.

Blaine took a moment to realize what he'd just said. Oh no. And now I have to hear all the crap he has to say.

Kurt sat, unable to type anything out. I really affected him that much? He's never going to talk to me again, is he?

Kurt Hummel: I-I what?

Blaine Anderson: …nothing, nothing. I just had a pretty rough time, that's all.

Kurt Hummel: No, no you said you wanted to die. Blaine, what did you do?

Blaine Anderson: What did I do? What did YOU do! Let's see…constant tormenting 24/7 on and off school premises only to be followed by mockery and laughter every time with you and your annoying friends? Yeah, that's kind of enough to set someone off the edge. Especially considering our past.

Kurt Hummel: That's why I'm talking to you.

Blaine Anderson: Pardon?

Kurt Hummel: I want that back, Blaine. I realize it took me this long to realize it, but those Cheerio's have given me nothing. I'm always doing for them. At least with us, it's mutual. We actually had something amazing.

Blaine Anderson: They don't want to be with you anymore, do they?

Kurt didn't want to reply. He couldn't.

Blaine Anderson: Kurt?

Blaine Anderson: Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, do not ignore me. Answer the question.

Kurt Hummel: Okay, okay. I got kicked off the Cheerio's because I missed practice and now none of them will talk to me.

Blaine Anderson: So you come running back to me and expect me to just say fine with arms wide open? Kurt, every time I hear your name or see you I get scared.

Kurt Hummel: Rawr…

Blaine Anderson: I'm not laughing.

Kurt Hummel: …right…um, well, I guess I have no way of convincing you. I just really—really, need this more than anything in the world right now.

Kurt Hummel: Blaine?

Kurt Hummel: Blaine, please don't ignore me…at least reject me, don't leave this conversation lingering…

Kurt Hummel: Blaine please…

Kurt was crying at this point in the conversation. Blaine would never want anything more than being, well, enemies. Kurt was about to click 'log off' when Blaine suddenly replied.

Blaine Anderson: Sorry, shower. Didn't I say BRB?

Kurt Hummel: You worried me…and no, you didn't.

Blaine Anderson: Oh. Well I'm back. And um, Kurt, I guess, I have to think about this.

Kurt Hummel: Okay.

Blaine Anderson: Okay?

Kurt Hummel: That really means a lot, Blaine. I mean, even taking it into consideration—if I were in your shoes, I would have said no automatically. So, thank you, and um, I guess…let me know.

And with that, Blaine attempted to fall asleep. What have I gotten myself into?

Blaine and Kurt had once been the best of friends—hooked at the hip. Blaine trusted Kurt more than he had ever trusted anyone else ever (with the exception of Avery, his friend who did not attend McKinley High). Along the way, he ended up falling for his pale friend. He was sure Kurt had fallen for him, too. That is, until the next year Kurt joined the Cheerio's. Since then, Kurt's social status had gone to his head. He suddenly believed Blaine was a nobody and insisted of never speaking of their old friendship. Now, three years later, Kurt has a wish to reunite their once bloomed friendship. Blaine feels compelled to say no because he was Kurt's second option, but feels like he should say yes at the same time because well, he couldn't live without Kurt. That's why he never gave up on greeting him every morning knowing it would most likely end with a slushie facial. Kurt, why can't you just disappear?