Oops, I sort of accidentally deleted my last chapter, so if you guys get 2 notifs saying that 2 chapters have been uploaded, my bad. I was just putting the other one back up because I'm the stupidest person on the planet. Um, also, I'm sorry if some of you think this relationship is moving too fast. It sort of has to though, if you've read the book or seen the movie, you'll understand why. I'm trying my best to make sure the relationship between these two is moving at an understandable pace regarding the situation Kurt is in, but it's sort of hard. I'll do all I can though!

The last thing Blaine expected was to be sitting in the choir room, surrounded by the glee club members and singing show tunes.

stood at the front of the room, sitting on a wooden stool and holding a script in his hand. He was speaking to the glee club, and Blaine. Ever since Blaine made the lead in the musical 3 weeks ago, he'd been getting on friendlier terms with the glee club. Not that he wasn't before, of course. And they were all really nice kids who shared the same interests as Blaine and made him laugh in the middle of rehearsal. However, Blaine had to admit that his friends were right. By spending time with the glee club, the ugly little comments from the fellow jocks frequently occurred and grew at a rapid pace. Since Blaine wasn't an official member of the glee club, his harassments weren't as bad. But he had to admit, when the jocks would shout names at him from down the hall, or when people he didn't even know gave him ridiculous glares, it bothered Blaine a little bit. Like an annoying itch that wouldn't go away no matter how much you scratched. He didn't think this was fair at all, having people being mean to him for no reason at all.

"It's the cost of being a star," Kurt would say to him those days after school when they ran through lines together. "It's not going to be all peaches and cream. There are difficult parts about being in what we do."

"Why?" Blaine would ask. "There's no excuse for being a dick."

Kurt would tilt his head and give Blaine the same answer he always gave whenever he asked about it. "But there is a reason for being scared and prejudice."

Blaine found himself to be spending more and more time with Kurt as the date for the musical approached. And not just after school when they had to practice. They'd usually talk In the hallways, the library, and sometimes at lunch. Kurt wasn't very familiar with Blaine's friends, and they always made fun of Blaine in a playful, non-abusive way.

"You like him, don't you?" Nick would wiggle his eyebrows.

"Tell us when the wedding is," Wes would tease, clapping Blaine on the back.

"Don't worry Blaine," Jeff would say, "We'll be right there watching the play from the audience, cheering you guys on!"

Each time they'd make a comment like this, it would result in a very sarcastic Blaine who enjoyed punching things in the arm. Even though his friends already knew, Blaine still wanted to explain that just because they were both gay didn't mean they had to date. Relationships had to develop slowly and carefully, like a flower blooming in the spring time. And when it was time, it would burst into something big and beautiful.

But Blaine was grateful that his friends were supportive of his decision to join the musical. In fact, they encouraged it.

Kurt and Blaine had become unexpected friends. Unexpected wasn't a bad thing, though.

Blaine went back to concentrating on when his name was called.

"Blaine and Quinn will sing their duet at the very end of the whole show."

"I thought that was going to be at the end of act 1," Quinn asked.

"It makes more sense for that song to be at the end of the show," replied, handing out the sheet music to Quinn and Blaine. "It'll be a great closing number."

"?" Rachel raised her hand, but didn't wait for to pick her. "Isn't it traditional for all the cast members to be in the closing number?"

"Not all the time," Kurt interrupted. "It wasn't like that in Wicked."

"But all the of the cast were clearly on stage," Rachel tossed her hair.

"Not all of them sang in the last song," Kurt crossed his arms. "You of all people should know that."

"Okay guys, that's enough," waved his hand. Blaine chuckled as the two frenemies gave each other one last glare of I-told-you-so before Rachel turned back around her seat and crossed her legs.

"As much as I hate to agree with Berry, I have to say," Santana said, "How come we're not all in the last song? That makes no sense. It might be appropriate for Broadway or something, but this is a high school play."

"The endings to high school plays always end like that, though," Artie suggested. "It gets a little cheesy at times."

"I just really want to be in the last number so that people will throw flowers at me because I did such an amazing job," Brittany said. "Then maybe I could finally give Lord Tubington his dream garden."

Nobody said anything and since Blaine wasn't used to Britt's unusual comments, he pressed his lips shut and tried not to laugh. Kurt saw this, and gave Blaine a little smile, his eyes rolling as if to say, we're used to this.

"Trust me, you guys," smiled, "It'll all work out. It probably feels a little strange right now, but it's going to look really good when opening night comes in a week and a half. Trust me, you're all going to do fine."

Glee club was dismissed and Blaine was out the door on his way home because it was the weekend when Quinn appeared beside him. Even though Blaine was as gay as they get, he had to admit that Quinn Fabray was beautiful. Her long, golden hair was cut shorter than last year so that it spiked out a little just below her chin. She pinned her bangs back with a pink butterfly bobby pin to reveal her green eyes and a toothy smile. Quinn was the kind of girl who could make men fall at her feet. Blaine was glad to see that Quinn was doing a lot better than last year. She sort of had a bad reputation of trying to hard to be popular and using guys for the sake of her own happiness. But now, she was taking a break from boys and simply trying to calm down and focus on her life. Blaine remembered one time, last year, Quinn rolled her eyes at Blaine for no reason as she strut down the hall. Now, she gave him nothing but friendly smiles.

"Hi, Blaine," Quinn said, skipping next to him and resembling some sort of pixie.

"Hello, Quinn," Blaine smiled, a little surprised that Quinn was talking to him. "What's up?"

"Oh nothing," Quinn replied, "Just thinking. Are you nervous about the play?"

"A little," Blaine admitted. "I've never really done anything like this before. It's weird, and a little foreign, but I'm glad to do it anyway."

Quinn continued to walk down the hall with Blaine. "Nervous about our kiss? I mean, um, considering that you're…"

Blaine held up a hand to show her that it was fine and he wasn't offended. "It's okay. And um, a little. I've never really kissed anybody before, and I dunno how I'm gonna do that on stage in front of people."

Quinn smiled. "Don't worry. Just leave it to me."

Blaine laughed. Since Quinn played Blaine's deceased wife in the play that is mysteriously revived after Arthur breaks his blinding curse, there was a part where they had to kiss. Blaine secretly always wanted to kiss someone, but he never really had the guts and he only had a few, non-serious crushes before. A girl wasn't really what he expected, but it was for the show so he couldn't say no.

"Um," Quinn broke the lingering silence. "Listen Blaine. I noticed you've become more closer with Kurt lately."

"Yeah, and?" asked Blaine.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but are you and Kurt…?"

Blaine shook his head. "Oh, no. No we're not. I mean, Kurt's great and everything, but we're just friends."

"I see," Quinn nodded, "Sorry about that. It's just… the glee club and I are a little worried about him."

Blaine turned to her. "Worried?"

Quinn bit her lip. "Not just me. Everyone, all his friends. He's been acting kind of…strange lately."

Blaine asked, "What do you mean?"

"He's just been completely out of it," Quinn explained. "He's always so tired and exhausted when he's usually so full of energy. The other day, Puck and I saw him get shoved into a locker and he didn't even fight back or say anything. He just stood there. We have no idea what's wrong with him. I mean, he's still good old Kurt and everything, but…"

Blaine nodded, slightly worried for Kurt himself. "I see. Is there anything I can do?"

Quinn spoke. "Yes, actually. Maybe you could try talking to him? Maybe find out what's wrong? We love Kurt to death, but he might think we're being suspicious and nosy. Just, you know, watch out for him."

Blaine agreed immediately. "Of course I will, Quinn. He's my friend now, too."

Quinn touched Blaine's forearm gently and smiled at him. "Thanks. He'd really appreciate that. Anyways, I have to go, but I'll see you later."

Blaine said goodbye to Quinn and watched her walk down the opposite side of the hallway.

I wrote this chapter because it leads up to some really big things later on in the story. Also, I'd love some Quinn/Blaine/Kurt friendship in season 3. That would be really awesome. (: