Kurt heard high heels clicking on the tile floor of the men's room,
"Kurt? Honey?"
"You're not supposed to be in here 'cedes." He whispered to his best friend.
He heard Mercedes shift, probably to put her hands on her hips,
"Kurt, you really think I care?"
"Probably not…"
"Exactly, I don't, so what the hell was that song for? You've got Blaine about ready to die with worry that you don't want him anymore! You don't just sing that song to your boyfriend when you don't mean it!
That made Kurt cry even harder,
"That's the thing, Mercedes…I do mean it…God do I wish I didn't, but I do…"
Mercedes gasped,
"White boy! You get your pretty little ass out here this instant! You love, Blaine! I'm not letting you throw this away!"
The stall door creaked open slowly and Kurt led Mercedes from the boy's bathroom (did the girl have no shame?) and to two empty seats in the back corner of the auditorium. He sighed,
"Now, before you ask, or yell at me, I am in love with Blaine, probably always will be, alright? No, I don't want to break up with him; because quite frankly, it just may kill me, but I have to… it's for Blaine's own good. I just need to find him and tell him."
"No you don't, Kurt! You just said it yourself, you love him! So tell him, and live happily ever after! If you go through with this, then I'll be forced to interfere."
Then, with perfect timing, Blaine appeared in the aisle beside them.
"Then I guess you'll have to interfere. Now, if you'll excuse us, I'd like to speak to my boyfr-Blaine-alone."
Mercedes made a show of leaving, giving Kurt time to change his mind. He didn't.
Blaine sat down next to Kurt slowly. He was even more worried now after Kurt stopped himself from calling Blaine his boyfriend.
"Kurt…did I do something wrong? And don't you dare try and tell me you didn't mean every word of that song. I know you did."
"Blaine…I…we can't do this anymore. I'm no good for you. All I do is cause you worry and sadness. You need someone who isn't in constant danger of being attacked by homophobic football players."
"That would mean a girl, and after a week of Rachel, I've sworn off questioning my sexuality forever. I don't need anyone but you. I've never felt this strongly before, Kurt…I think I love you…"
Kurt nearly jumped Blaine after hearing that last muttered sentence. God, those lips, and those eyes that seemed to look into his soul. He knew that was cheesy and cliché, but he couldn't help it, he loved romance. He just wanted to kiss Blaine's tears away, and tell him he loved him back, but he didn't, he just sobbed.
"Please…" Kurt muttered desperately, tears streaming down his face, "Please don't say that. This is already hard enough. I'm going to go now, and you're going to move on. Go save somebody else. I'm past the point of saving." Kurt turned away and strutted down the steps, telling himself not look back.
"Wait!" he heard Blaine yell behind him. Kurt stopped running, but didn't look at his best friend.
"Never forget me…" Blaine said a bit quieter.
Kurt turned to smile sadly over his shoulder, "Never".