This is hopeless, Blaine thought, running a hand through his thick, curly hair. I'm hopeless.

It was nearly midnight on a Thursday night, and Blaine stayed up late at trying to memorize his stupid dialogue for the musical. He just couldn't get them down for some reason. Blaine got acceptably high grades in drama class, good enough for him to be considered a good actor. He made good eye contact with the audience, spoke clearly with emotion, and used a lot of body gestures. The acting wasn't a problem for him, however, Blaine's character was constantly rambling about how miserable his life was, how he wish he could see, blah blah blah. Blaine usually could memorize things just like that, especially song lyrics, guitar chords, and could even read some of his favourite poetry passages out loud if he thought hard about it. But this...this was taking it to a whole new level. Blaine basically had to memorize a whole book, plus songs and choreography.

Blaine had tried to rehearse with his friend Nick. And hey, Nick had been completely supportive with him and was more than happy to help. But Nick occasionally got...distracted, and had to remember when to speak for the other characters so that Blaine could say his own lines. And whenever Nick would just give a big smile whenever he messed up, Blaine would shake his head and sigh, giving his face a rub.

"Dude, c'mon," Blaine said, almost pleading. "I really need to memorize this stuff. I've only had, like, one rehearsal so far with the glee club and even then I was messing shit up."

"Sorry, man," Nick huffed, a little frustrated. "Drama isn't really my thing. I'm trying my best, though."

Blaine sighed. "I know you are. Thanks. Sorry if I'm being a jerk, I'm just really nervous about this."

"So why'd you agree to be in it in the first place?" asked Nick, tossing his copy of the script down on Blaine's desk.

"I dunno," Blaine laughed, running a hand through his dark curls. "Do you know Kurt Hummel?"

Nick raised an eyebrow. "Sure? What about him?"

"I talked to him a few weeks ago," Blaine said, "He sort of convinced me to join."

"So, are you guy's friends now?" Nick asked.

Blaine shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, we're not like, best-friends-forever-and-ever, but he's nice."

Nick scrunched up his face and flashed his teeth, yanking his neck back so he had a pretend-double chin. Usually, this face would have made Blaine laugh, but he knew it was when Nick was about to do something mischievous.

"You guys would make the cu-test couple!" Nick chimed in a high voice.

Blaine tossed his script at Nick, hitting him in the arm. "Shut up, Bick. Just because we're both gay doesn't mean we're getting it on."

"Whatever you say," Nick sighed, picking up his script and laughing.

Blaine knew Nick was only teasing him. Still, for the briefest moment, Blaine couldn't help but picture himself with Kurt...in that sort of way. But it vanished faster than the blink of an eye as soon as Blaine started flipping to his monologue.

Okay. Scratch the idea of Nick. Blaine needed a new plan, and fast. He had just the idea.

The next day at school, Friday morning, Blaine found him right away. Kurt was at his own locker, looking up into it and seeming to be smiling at something. Blaine wondered why Kurt always seemed to be fierce and protective one second and then, floaty and dreamy the next. But that wasn't what Blaine was going to ask Kurt. He walked right on over to him and lightly tapped his shoulder.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked.

Kurt spun around to meet Blaine's eyes. Kurt looked a little startled for a minute, like he was caught doing something secret, but he quickly shook it off and gave a small smile.

"Blaine," Kurt said, slowly turning back to his locker but still talking. "So, what do I owe the honour?"

"First off, how are you? I heard you fainted," Blaine asked.

Kurt's eyes turned grey for a moment before returning back to their regular blue and green.

"Oh, that?" Kurt asked, trying not to make a big deal out of it with the sound of his voice. "That was nothing. I just didn't have enough to eat that morning because I was, um, running late for school. Don't worry about it."

"Blaine nodded. "You sure you're alright?"

Kurt nodded and spoke quickly, trying to throw the conversation away like a crumpled piece of paper. "I'm fine Blaine, don't worry about it."

Blaine smiled. "Good. Um, listen, Kurt," Blaine began slowly, trying not to ask for too many things at the same time. He didn't want to make Kurt regret inviting him for the musical. Blaine appeared to be kind and calm, but when he was anxious, nervous or excited, he seemed to act like a hyped-puppy. Blaine tried to calm him puppy nerves down, which was weird. Odd, for some reason.

"You know I made Henry Arthur, right?" Blaine asked.

Kurt smiled wide. "Of course I do. Congrats, by the way. I knew you could do it."

Blaine returned the smile. "Thanks. But um, I sort of...need help with something."

Kurt turned fully around so that his attention was fixed on Blaine. This made Blaine feel awkward.

"What is it?" Kurt asked.

"Um," Blaine began, "We're like, friends now, right?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Please, Blaine. We pretty much work together now. Of course we're friends. And that goes for the rest of the glee club, too. What is it you need?"

"Well, there's a lot of monologue and stuff, and it's sort of hard to memorize all by myself. I invited some friends over to help and everything, but they just keep distracting me and all. I was wondering if you wanted to, you know, run lines with me?"

Kurt blinked a few times before smiling, a warming grin stretching across his cheeks. Blaine had seen smiles like this before, on people walking by on the street, on his own friends, on his mother's face when he made her proud. But for some reason, it looked a million times better on Kurt's face. Maybe it was because he rarely smiled. When people who didn't smile regularly, smiled, it was like the sun bursting out from under a cloud. Like they were keeping all that happiness away from the world and when it escaped, it was out. Blaine noticed this a lot. He noticed it particularly on Kurt.

"Sure," Kurt replied. "That sounds like fun."

"It's not too much of a hassle or anything, right?" asked Blaine, clutching his script to his chest and running his nails over the pattern on the front.

Kurt shook his head. "No. When did you want to meet?"

"Any time is fine with me."

"Um... okay then. How about today then? After school? My dad's going to be working in the tire shop afterwards, so he won't be bothering us or anything. But he lets me have friends over all the time."

"Sure, okay," Blaine said. "That sounds fine."

Kurt nodded and closed his locker, snapping it shut before saying, "Alright then. I'll see you later?"

Blaine nodded. "Thanks, Kurt."

Kurt began walking away before he froze in his tracks and quickly walked back over to Blaine and opening his mouth to speak.

"Blaine? I forgot," Kurt said.

"Forgot what?" asked Blaine.

"I can only run lines with you on one condition," Kurt told him.

Blaine raised an eyebrow. He hoped the condition wasn't anything embarrassing or humiliating or scary. But then again, Kurt would never do that.

"And what's that?" asked Blaine.

Kurt bit his bottom lip for a while before looking up at Blaine. Blaine could tell he was obviously having second thoughts about telling Blaine his condition, which was normal. But Kurt spoke anyways, and for a minute, Blaine thought he was having hearing problems.

"You have to promise not to fall in love with me."

The words were loud and clear. Blaine had no idea why Kurt was telling him this, and Blaine's cheeks flushed with redness. What kind of promise was that?

"Um, alright," Blaine said, a bit unsure but curious.

Kurt sighed of relief, his shoulders sagging. "Alright?"

"Alright." Blaine nodded.

Kurt smiled. "Good. See you."

Kurt walked down the hallway as Blaine watched after the boy he was forbidden to fall in love with.

But why?

That line was taken right out of the book. Sorry about the lack of updates btw, trying to get more time to write.