And a million years later she finally updates.
I'm really sorry, I think I'm just gonna have to give in and say updates won't be as frequent as they used to be.
Also when writing this, my brain decided to slip into present tense, so I had to go back and rewrite everything in the correct tense! :|

Thankyou sosososo much to everyone who reviews! Keep em coming, they're like crack to me!

Kurt drove to school on Friday morning happier than he could ever remember feeling. Despite the whirlwind of events he had been subjected to all week, he walked into school head held high with the largest grin on his face because he knew that things would finally begin looking up for him.

And it was all because of Blaine. He actually still wanted to be with him. He wanted to be there for him. For the first time in weeks, Kurt felt like he could finally breathe.

Mercedes was the first to notice the unmistakable grin that had plastered itself seemingly permanently on Kurt's face.

"You're welcome," Was all she said in greeting as she leaned on a locker adjacent to Kurt's, eyeing him smugly. Kurt glanced over his shoulder, knowing that the girl was going to be absolutely unbearable.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Kurt replied, trying in vain to look oblivious.

"Spill. Now."

"There's nothing to tell."

"Don't make me hurt you!" she threatened, pointing a finger in his direction. Kurt laughed, knowing full well that it would be impossible to keep this from his best friend.

"Blaine and I are going out again tomorrow. He said he wants to ask me something and I'm pretty sure I know what it is," he said, still grinning.

"And once again, you are welcome," Mercedes said in delight. "But you still haven't even given me the details of your first date, what's he like?" As soon as Kurt was about to begin the never ending list of all that was perfect about Blaine Anderson, he was interrupted by the sudden presence of Rachel.

"Hummel! Crawford update. Now," she was still interrogating him every morning for inside information yet as the week was drawing to a close and she still didn't seem to know what she needed, the diva was getting more and more impatient. "Did you practice any new songs that could be used at Sectionals?"

"We didn't rehearse at all yesterday," Kurt told her, irritated that she had interrupted his girl talk with Mercedes.

"Why not? Kurt, Mr Schue will be back next week and all of our hard work so far has been for nothing and now you're not even rehearsing?" Kurt eyes widened considerably at the mention of 'our hard work'.

"It's not like I had a choice Rachel, the Warbler's wanted to perform for them so we didn't rehearse yesterday."

"The Warb…Are you talking about the Dalton Academy Warblers?" Rachel's tone had lowered and her eyes resembled that of a predator that had just come across its prey. "Tell. Me. Everything."

"Why do you even care? It's not like we're not competing against them!" Kurt said a little too defensively. The Warbler's strategy of 'sexy' would definitely be of interest to Rachel however Kurt knew he couldn't betray Blaine like that. Rachel's eyes narrowed fiercely in his direction yet Kurt didn't back down. Rachel Berry had never intimidated him after all.

"Kurt I don't think you quite understand the leverage we would have if we can out-perform the Warblers. And anyway if we win at Sectionals there is a very good chance we could be competing against them at Regionals." Rachel was thinking only of strategy yet Kurt couldn't help but remember what Blaine had said to him on their 'first date'.

"I don't believe in rivalry between clubs. I mean we all share a common interest right? We should just get along."

And Kurt knew he was right. What good was being a part of glee if all it did was make him enemies? What he was doing was wrong. Even if the Crawford girls were uptight and most of them disliked him anyway, he was essentially no different from them. They were all part of a group of people who love what they do so much that all they want is to win.

"Rachel no. I'm not telling you anything about the Warblers. I'm done with spying," his voice was raised at this point and Rachel stared wide-eyed, wondering what had angered him. She looked like she was about to protest but Kurt continued before she could get a word in. "I'll go to tonight's rehearsal but that's it. I can't keep lying to people."

"Kurt you were the one who supported me when I suggested we spy. I thought you were on my side." She glared at both Kurt and Mercedes who still stood beside him with a warning look.

"Well I was wrong," Kurt replied bluntly, turning back to his locker in an attempt to ignore Rachel.

"I can't believe you! You're rooting for them now? Are you even a part of this club anymore?" Kurt froze. All week he'd felt nothing but longing for the New Directions as he put up with the gruelling rehearsals with the Crawford Cantata. He'd never felt so distanced from his friends before especially at a time when he'd needed them the most. He finally turned to face Rachel once more, the threatening look on her face reminding him instantly of Amy.

"I don't know, am I?" and with that, he slammed his locker and stormed off, not caring that he hadn't actually managed to retrieve his history textbook.

"What's his problem?" Rachel muttered just as Mercedes shifted to follow him, shaking her head in disapproval at the other girl.

"Kurt! wait up!" He didn't stop but he did slow down enough for Mercedes to catch up to him. "Just forget about her okay!" She sighed. "I knew this whole spying thing was a bad idea from the start." Kurt shot a sour glance to the side as she quickly apologized. "Sorry, not the best time to say 'I told you so' then I guess…" The two continued walking in an unknown direction, the uncomfortable silence lingering over them. The bell was soon to ring for first period and various students stood huddled by their lockers, chatting happily. "You're not really going to quit glee are you?" Mercedes asked nervously, breaking the silence after several minutes. Kurt breathed a heavy sigh.

He said nothing and refused to look at his friend, instead opting to analysing his spotlessly white shoes.

"Come on," she said, linking their arms. "On Monday, Mr Schue will be back and Rachel won't be in charge anymore. And also by then you'll have yourself a new man to stick up for you!" Kurt smiled, knowing she had a point.

"Of course I'd never quit glee," he said with a laugh, tightening his arm on Mercedes' which was still wrapped around his. "The club would fall apart without me!"

Blaine was a bundle of nerves the entire day. He couldn't concentrate in any of his lessons and was forever tapping his ballpoint pen against the tabletops, much to the annoyance of his teachers and classmates. He wanted to ask Kurt right away over the phone when he had called him the night before but something just…prevented him from going through with it. He had debated with himself whether he should even call at all until late into the night when he finally did so. He couldn't quite explain what it was that was stopping him. What he had said was true…mostly. He would much rather ask Kurt in person but he somehow knew that that wasn't the only reason. Whenever he thought about Kurt, his stomach would immediate fill with a hundred butterflies yet it always felt as though something was missing.

He just couldn't figure out what was going on inside his mind. At the very least, he had managed to get himself more time to think about what he was going to say.

"Anderson!" Mr Armstrong called him out in the middle of English, breaking his train of thought. "Could you tell me the time period in which Gothic literature began gain popularity over the Romantic?" Blaine looked at him wide-eyed before glancing down to his books, though they were no help to him as they all lay scattered on his desk, unopened.

"uhh," Blaine vocalized whilst the rest of the class stared at him amusedly. "I don't know, sir," he said in a polite voice. Blaine hoped he would leave it at that but Mr Armstrong was known for enjoying torturing students who were clearly not paying attention. Jeff gave him a sympathetic smile, secretly thankful that their teacher wasn't picking on him for once.

"In that case would you even be able to repeat what it was I was just explaining to the class?" he pushed further, knowing that the boy would have no clue. Blaine felt it was best to keep silent as he lowered his head in respect to the teacher. No one at Dalton ever spoke out of turn to the teaching staff. Mr Armstrong returned to his lecture with a contented huff, seemingly satisfied with Blaine's humiliation as Blaine forced himself to pay attention. Or at the very least appear as though he was paying attention as his mind slowly drifted away.

Lunch eventually gave Blaine relief from the seemingly endless lessons as he took a seat with several of his fellow Warblers in the dining hall. Students were calmly collecting their lunches whilst a hum of chatter filled the hall, lunch tended to be a very civilized affair at Dalton.

"Good afternoon Blaine," His friend Wes greeted politely as he took a seat, offering a smile to return the greeting. His mind was in no state to make coherent small talk.

"Hey, Blaine, what was that in English this morning?" Nick asked "You always pay attention, something on your mind?"

"More like someone," David said, giving Blaine a knowing glance who in return shot him a piercing glare. Blaine had told his roommate all about the boy in question since their first date together, though he hadn't voiced his doubts to anyone. The other boys' eyes grew wide immediately as they all leaned in, expecting Blaine to gush about his mysterious new crush.

"Whoisitwhoisit?" Jeff asked excitedly as the others voiced similar questions.

"Okay if you guys burst into summer nights from Grease I am leaving this table," Blaine said in a monotone.

"So there is someone!" Nick said in confirmation as Blaine realized what he just said.

"One of those Crawford girl's right?" James, another warbler guessed as Nick punched him playfully in the arm.

"Don't be ridiculous," he said.

"I'm just saying, some of those chicks were hot, I think that's enough to change anyone's mind." James continued, diverting the conversation away from Blaine's potential new love interest. Blaine found himself feeling somewhat gratuitous yet on the other hand that jerk had better not be talking about my sister.

"Hey Jeff, who was that girl you were dancing with?" Nick asked innocently as Jeff looked down with a blush.

"Kirsty," he said with a smile. "She's kinda cute." Blaine's head shot towards his laughing classmates as they patted Jeff on the back. An unfamiliar feeling rattled his entire body as they gave him words of encouragement

"Get in there Jeff!"

"I'd tap that."

"Damn."

Blaine found himself breathing heavier and noticed that his hands were clenched as the conversation around him turned into a blur of sound. The unusual emotion continuing to run its course through his veins until it became very clear what was happening.

It was Jealousy. It was a feeling of protectiveness just as fierce as that for his own sister. It was an unbridled urge to scream at the people he called friends to stay away from the girl they were discussing.

The moment he realized exactly what this pent up emotion was and allowed it to run freely through him, everything suddenly became clear. His apprehension when it came to Kurt and the reason why he postponed asking him out until the weekend.

Abruptly, Blaine rose to his feet and swiftly left the dining hall, leaving his barely touched food on the table. Everything was clear to him now…though that didn't make things any easier. He raced through the exquisite hallways of Dalton dodging students and teachers, past the classrooms and in the direction of the dorms, intending to spend the rest of the lunch period alone with his thoughts.

"Blaine!" David's voice caused Blaine to jump just as he was about to enter the east dorm. He turned to face his friend running towards him with a concerned look painted on his face. "Is this about what we talked about on Tuesday?" Blaine looked at him confused but said nothing, only breathed heavily as the David finally caught up. "You went white as a sheet as soon as Jeff mentioned Kirsty. You like her, don't you?" Though Blaine remained silent, it was perfectly clear that David's assumption was correct.

As Blaine drove the short distance to Dalton's sister school his mind was a jumbled mess of an array of every emotion he could possibly feel. The jealousy from earlier still remained present as images of Jeff and Kirsty together infested his thoughts. There was also the burning sensation of affection that he felt towards the girl that he just couldn't explain but he knew that he just needed to talk to her, if he saw her in this frame of mind things may start to…make sense. At least that's what he hoped. On top of this there was guilt. This was incredibly unfair to Kurt. He really liked him and he sincerely empathized with everything he was going through, Kurt was everything he looked for in a guy and more but then again, dating Kurt with these feelings towards Kirsty would be even more unfair.

He had eventually come to the conclusion that yes, he did have feelings for Kirsty, strong ones, despite him doing everything to prevent himself from developing such feelings. Everything was just so confusing. Nothing made sense. He'd always been so sure of his sexuality, even when out with Kurt he'd felt certain that he was in fact solely attracted to men. But then everything changed when he was around Kirsty. It wasn't like he felt this way around any girl; it was Kirsty and Kirsty alone who had stolen his attention.

Every time Blaine's mind drifted towards a potential relationship with Kirsty, despite his best efforts to keep him from thinking such things, he would always inevitably remind himself once again of Kurt. His feelings towards the two were completely equal.

So why am I going to see Kirsty when I can just have Kurt and everything can be simple.

Blaine feels like he knows the answer to this but doesn't dare admit it. Instead he convinces himself that the only reason he's visiting Kirsty is to prove himself wrong, to make everything right again. However the thought that having a relationship with a girl rather than a boy would, in the long run, be so much simpler refuses to leave his exhausted mind.

He arrived at Crawford Country Day just as the girls seemed to have finished their rehearsal and the day students were heading towards their cars.

And there she is.

It takes Blaine several moments to summon up some courage before he hops out of his car and jogs towards her, without a clue on what he plans on actually saying to the girl. The parking lot was almost entirely empty by this point.

Kirsty's face lit up as Blaine approaches her and that one smile was what made him completely lose himself and there was no way he could hold back. That smile was all it took to tell Blaine that the feeling was mutual. And suddenly he can't help himself. Suddenly their lips are connected.

Kurt left the rehearsal room for the final time with a sense of relief spreading over him. The week was finally over and he could forget about Kirsty all together and at last carry on with his life as normal. He promised himself that the moment he left the school grounds, he would rip off the wig, change into his normal clothes and never set foot back at Crawford Country day ever again.

The girls were cold as ever on Kurt's final rehearsal with them. He hadn't actually told anyone that he would not be returning the following week and had decided it would be easiest to just vanish into thin air. They would forget about Kirsty eventually.

As he said his goodbyes to Catherine, a small twinge of sadness stirred in his gut. She had been the only member who was ever actually nice to him, however he had no choice but to forget her entirely and leave it at that.

He'd thought over the possibility many times that Catherine could easily tell Blaine about the mysterious disappearance of Kirsty and he honestly had no idea what he would do if Blaine asked him about her. A part of him hated himself for lying but it was not as though he had any part in it. Rachel was the one who forced him to spy and Mercedes set him up on the date with Blaine. Things just ended up being more complicated than they should have been.

Most of the other day students were on their way out as Kurt walked into the parking lot. He turned the corner and was more than surprised to see the person who hadn't left his thoughts all day jogging towards him. A genuine smile lit up on his face as he saw him and he knew that he was being all too 'Kurt' in his reaction to seeing him however he had left the mind-set of Kirsty when he had left the rehearsal room.

Blaine came to a stop in front of Kurt and before he could even manage a greeting, Blaine gripped onto his arms whilst his lips were pressing against his own for the second time that week.

Kurt's first thoughts were of pure bliss. Of the fact that Blaine Anderson was kissing him. Again. And this time he had no urge to pull away. The memory of Karofsky wasn't as fresh in his mind as it was the first time Blaine had kissed him. There was no hand cupping his cheek to bring back repressed memories. This time his thoughts were on Blaine and only Blaine. His mouth which was soft and warm and the fact that he could almost feel his pounding heartbeat in his full lips. The kiss was not as deep as their first but instead more experimental and Kurt melted at the perfectness of it. He didn't even bother to consider why Blaine was standing there kissing him and instead allowed his mind to dissolve into nothingness as he thought only of Blaine's lips. Kurt slowly began to kiss back as his mind registered that this was actually happening for the second time.

It took Blaine several moments before he pulled back again and the two merely stared at each other. Every single neuron in Kurt's brain began firing signals, attempting to piece together even just a single coherent thought. The one thought that did finally make sense in his mind however caused his heart to sink right down to his stomach.

Blaine wasn't kissing him.

Blaine was kissing Kirsty.

In an instinctive motion, Kurt's hand came into sudden contact with Blaine's cheek with full force. The strike made a sickening clap that echoed around the now empty parking lot. Blaine remained still, clearly stunned as his cheek reddened from both the slap and embarrassment.

No more words were exchanged between them as Kurt finally managed to make his legs function properly and he broke into a run for his car.

Blaine remained still until the other had finally driven away. Because he knew he had just ruined everything.

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