AN- We've reached April Rhodes people! Thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter, I'm glad people are liking this. Uh, there's a few f-bombs in here; Santana is very expressive, as is Kurt's inner monologue.

So, Quinn has a pretty voice. But she has nothing on Rachel. And after she runs out of the room (bad breakfast or something) Kurt voices it.

"Can we address the elephant in the room?"

"Your sexuality?" Santana quips.

Kurt rolls his eyes. "We need Rachel. We can't do this without her."

He doesn't want to admit it- as stated previously, he's not a big fan of Rachel at all. But he wants to win. Like, really badly.

So, they need the annoying drama queen back.

As everyone packs up to leave, Kurt waits for Mercedes (who's talking to Tina) and he notices Blaine is waiting on Santana. She takes his hand and moves closer to him, says something. Blaine nods, then kisses her.

Kurt rolls his eyes; denial. With a capital 'D'.

Blaine and Santana walk by him to leave. Blaine catches his eye, nods.

It's weird now, being in glee with Blaine. But, he can't begrudge the guy- he's an amazing singer and not a bad dancer.

And even though Kurt called a temporary truce when Blaine joined, he still hasn't said more than two words to him.

Mercedes finally walks up, laces their arms together and pulls him out of the room.

So, there's this April chick that Mr. Schue was in love with. And she never really graduated.

And with Rachel storming off because she doesn't get the solo she wants and with Rachel quitting because she doesn't get the solo she wants, they need another star.

And they get one. With this April chick.

And she's pretty cool, Blaine reckons. She wins everyone over in her own way.

Except for Blaine and Santana. Because he doesn't really care and she doesn't like anyone other than herself.

She tries, though. To win them over. Santana tells her in no uncertain terms to 'fuck off'

Blaine is a little more polite.

"That your girlfriend?" April asks him as Santana marches out of the room, her pony-tail swinging.

"Yes," Blaine says, hoping he doesn't sound as disappointed as he feels.

"I'm sure she's wonderful when you're alone," she remarks dryly.

"No. Not at all."

"Trouble in paradise? Well, there we go! I know something about relationships, I've had over thirty of them. You need to listen to her."

"I do."

"And give her what she wants."

"I do."

"Everything?"

Blaine hesitates.

"There we go. You're holding back. If you give her what she wants, then you'll both be happy!"

She pats him on the back, then offers him an Appletini.

Blaine declines.

Blaine waits at Santana's locker like a good little boyfriend.

"So, you wanna come over today? And not have sex?"

Blaine rolls his eyes. "I'm sorry for treating you with respect. Forgive me."

Santana presses against him. "I told you before, Anderson. I gots needs. And you're not meeting them."

Kurt walks by then arm-in-arm with Mercedes. Santana snorts.

"Like he could make it any less obvious that he is flaming."

Blaine sighs. "Could you stop with the gay remarks? Like the one from practice earlier."

She raises an eyebrow. "Why?"

"It's not right, Santana. It's…it's bullying."

"And?"

"Just lay off."

"Why do you care so much? You into him or something."

Blaine hopes he isn't blushing. "No. I just…look, lay off of him and I'll repay the favor."

"Oh?"

"You have needs, I have wants. Your house, tonight. It will happen."

Santana's smile is incredibly devilish.

"About time."

She kisses him.

They go right up to Santana's room; her parents aren't home again.

The second the door closes, she has her body pressed up against his and she's kissing him like he's a fucking life line. And Blaine tries to be into it. He really, really does.

They fall onto the bed and she grabs at his shirt and he lets her pull it over his head. Her hands run up and down his chest and she practically purrs against his lips.

"Nice abs."

She stands up and slowly, teasingly, pulls off her Cheerios top. And Blaine should totally be like hard right now. Because, hey, boobs.

But he's not. And it's killing him.

He pulls her onto him and kisses her. He yells at himself that this is how it's supposed to be. This is where he's supposed to be. This is who he is supposed to be with.

Santana places a hand on his chest again. He doesn't think anything of it until she runs it down, past his stomach and onto his crotch.

Shit.

"The fuck?" Santana asks, pulling away when she realizes she's grabbing at virtually nothing. "Are you shitting me?"

She pushes herself off of Blaine, who falls back onto the bed with a groan. He hears the rustling of fabric and knows that she's dressing.

She doesn't say anything- he waits for the disparaging comment. The humiliating laughter.

It doesn't come.

"Maybe you should leave," she says instead.

He doesn't look at her as he hastens to comply.

Blaine goes to school in fear. He doesn't know if Santana spilled the beans but he's guessing she did and he does not want to deal with the comments and the teasing and the anything.

He makes it to his locker.

As he's putting his books away, he feels a presence and braces himself for a slushie. It's Santana.

"Hey."

"Hey."

She shuffles her feet and crosses her arms over her chest. "Look. I don't know what happened last night, but-"

"I was nervous," Blaine says quickly. "I-I 've never…."

"Puck said something about an Italian chick."

"Lied."

Santana takes a deep breath. "You're lucky I'm a forgiving soul, Anderson. I didn't tell anyone."

"R-really?"

"You think I want people knowing that I can't turn you on?"

"What? No, you totally can I-"

"Blaine," Is that pity in her eyes? Since when has Santana Lopez looked at anyone with any emotion other than hate? "Don't. Look, this was fun while it lasted, I guess."

"Are you breaking up with me?" Blaine panics.

"Yes."

"No! Santana, look, I'm sorry. We can try again and I'll totally be into it and I need you-"

"I won't be your beard, Blaine."

It's like she threw a bucket of cold water at him. Blaine swallows hard, suddenly feeling really dizzy.

"I'm not gay."

She leans in and kisses his cheek.

"Later, hobbit."

Kurt likes alcohol.

He really, really does.

Ever since April shared with him her patented "courage juice" Kurt has been all about the bravery.

(and those shirtless boy magazines. Those are pretty boss)

So when he walks into school that day, he walks right by Karofsky and his goons. And proceeds to flip them off. They don't do anything about it, they just kind of stare at him.

He turns a corner and runs into Mercedes who is wearing a questionable outfit.

"Mercedes," Kurt looks at her very, very seriously. "What clown did you steal that off of?"

Mercedes doesn't appreciate Kurt's genius. "Uh, Kurt? Are you feeling alright?"

"Never better!" Kurt announces, throwing his arms up in the air. He begins walking again, and Mercedes hurries after him. Another corner is turned, and this time, he comes face-to-face with Blaine.

"Blaine Anderson!"

A few of the students that are milling around before class starts look at them, but then go back to ignoring because, really, Kurt isn't all that special.

(fuck them)

"Uh, hi, Kurt. Are you okay? Your eyes look a little bloodshot."

"You would be staring into my eyes," Kurt remarks dryly.

Blaine pales, looking beyond Kurt at Mercedes, who looks confused.

"I-I don't know what you mean."

"Well, you called me pretty once. Surely you think my eyes are to die for."

Blaine moves closer to him, eyes narrowed, and hisses. "Kurt. You have no idea what you're saying."

"I know you kissed me two summers ago in Noah Puckerman's backyard," Kurt hisses right back, "And left me to deal with Karofsky and his idiot friends alone. I know you've been avoiding me ever since because you're a coward. And I know, sooner or later, Santana will figure out you're team gay and then everyone will know."

Blaine stands, absolutely shell shocked, as Kurt pushes past him. Mercedes shoots Blaine a glare of her own as she follows.

Thankfully, no one else seemed to hear any of that.

Blaine feels kind of sick.

Kurt hates alcohol.

He really, really does.

Walking into school the next day with a hangover is the worse torture he's ever experienced. Made worse by Karofsky shoving him into a locker the second he enters the building.

"Still feeling brave, Hummel?"

Whatever he did yesterday, Kurt thinks, he is never, ever touching anything stronger than cough syrup ever again.

When he finally rolls into glee club, he's feeling a little better. He takes a seat next to Mercedes, who looks at him cautiously.

"You feelin' better, boo?"

"Barely. What, exactly, did I do yesterday?"

"Oh, well, you kind of flipped off the football team."

Oh. Well that explains that.

"Puked on Miss Pillsbury's shoes."

Ah. There's someone he can never look in the face again.

"And," Mercedes hesitates, "Kind of got in Blaine's face about a party and…a kiss."

Kurt's eyes widen and he turns to stare at Mercedes in horror.

"Oh…my gosh."

His eyes take in the room and he sighs in relief when she tells him Blaine isn't there.

"I heard Santana dumped him, actually." Mercedes says.

Kurt feels really guilty.

Blaine is at his locker when Santana suddenly slams it shut on him, nearly missing his fingers.

"The hell?"

"Look, Anderson. If you're going to be a bitch about me dumping you, that's fine. Just don't take it out on glee club, okay? Rachel already ditched us. Don't follow in her footsteps."

Blaine smirks. "Don't flatter yourself. You're not why I'm skipping."

Santana nods, like she expected it. "I heard about what happened with Kurt."

Blaine says nothing. He leans his head against the locker.

"How?"

"Mercedes. She decided to 'warn' me."

"Why haven't you told anyone?"

"What I am about to say can never be repeated, and if it is, I will cut you. But, see, you were actually really nice to me. When we dated. Dinners, movies, opening doors for me. You kind of grew on me, Blaine. So, I'm not going to spill your little secret to the world."

Blaine lifts his head up and looks at her, honestly surprised.

"Santana…are you being nice?"

"Shut up, hobbit. And walk me to glee."

Blaine does what she says.

Kurt and the rest of glee are sharing their theories as to why Quinn has spent the better parts of their meeting up-chucking in the bathroom when Santana and Blaine saunter in arm-and-arm.

Huh. He thought they broke up. He glances at Mercedes and sees she looks confused too.

He doesn't look at Blaine though. He can't, not after what happened and what he said. He'll probably never be able to again.

Puck interrupts his musings by announcing that Quinn is pregnant and the baby-daddy is obviously Finn. Then Rachel walks in and announces that she's returned.

Glee club has been hit with its first scandal, honey. No one cares.

So they perform at Invitationals and they basically rock the house. Kurt thinks he likes glee with more people in it.

They're chilling in the chorus room, waiting for April to return so they can sing their second number. Puck and Finn are talking, Mercedes is in the corner with Tina and Artie. The Cheerios are standing around, looking bored.

And Blaine is walking over to Kurt.

"Hey," he says carefully, like he's afraid that Kurt is going to tear his head off or something.

"Hey."

"Can we talk? Just for a second."

"Sure."

Blaine nods his head at the door and they both slip out. When Kurt glances over his shoulder, he sees Mercedes and Santana watching them.

"I want to apologize," Blaine says, running a hand through his hair.

"Isn't that supposed to be my line?"

"I..I really messed up, Kurt, two summers ago. I shouldn't have done what I did-"

"It's not like I stopped you."

"-and it wasn't right to lead you on."

Kurt opens his mouth, ready to protest because he's heard this speech before. "I'm not gay, blah blah blah"

"I'm not you, Kurt."

Oh. This is new.

"I'm…I'm not. And I'm sorry."

And the weird thing is? Kurt gets what he's trying to say. He's not Kurt, who's had ten years to come to terms with the idea that he's gay. He's not Kurt, who has the best and most supportive father one could ever ask for.

He's not Kurt and he's just not ready to admit, to himself or anyone else, that there is a possibility that he could be gay.

"It's okay," Kurt says softly. "I-I understand. Trust me."

Blaine shoots him a small smile and Kurt returns it.

Mr. Schue suddenly appears, ushering them into the room where he announces April will not be going on and, basically, they're screwed.

Until Rachel shows up to save the day.

They wow the entire audience with their rendition of Somebody to Love and in the end, when they're basking in the glow of the cheers, Kurt catches Blaine's eyes across the stage.

They grin at each other.

AN- Could Kurt and Blaine ever become friends? Maybe. Just keep reading! :-)