Um, I really didn't know what to write for this chapter, so please bear with me. I'm just stalling here so that I can get enough ideas for the main chapters that are coming later. I apologize.

"NOAH!" Rachel squealed at the top of her lungs. She'd been dropped to the choir room floor, crossing her arms and flinging a strand of hair from her eyes. "I TOLD you to catch me the second time I jumped!"

Puck rolled his eyes and held his hands up in defence. "My bad."

It was a Wednesday afternoon and Rachel, Puck, Quinn, Kurt, Blaine, Finn, and Artie were all rehearsing a dance number after school for the musical. Progress was being made, especially with Blaine. When he first started out, he had no clue what to do. Now, he had pretty much memorized every line, even the ones that weren't his. With Kurt's help, Blaine was able to recite his lines off book, with actions, choreography and music. He didn't even really have to think about it anymore, it just came to him like human nature. And Blaine made a fine Henry Arthur.

Quinn kept eyeing Blaine from across the room. Her eyes would occasionally wander over to Kurt, who was absentmindedly flipping through the pages of a book he was reading. Blaine guessed it was from his huge shelf of books that he wanted to finish.

Blaine remembered the chat that he and Quinn had a few days ago. How she politely asked for him to keep an eye on Kurt, because the glee club thought something was wrong. But it seemed as if Quinn was keeping more of an eye on him than Blaine actually was.

There wasn't anything wrong with him. Or at least, that's not what it looked like. Sometimes, when Blaine came over to Kurt's house to practice, he would seem a little anxious or jumpy or nervous, but there wasn't any serious problems as far as Blaine could tell. He was just a person, for god's sake. He couldn't read minds or anything like that, so how could he possibly tell if Kurt was keeping anything?

That didn't matter right now, though. What mattered was that the musical was opening on Friday and for one night only, so Blaine couldn't mess anything up because he'd get no second chances. For the first time in his life, he felt like he could look forward to something. He wished that he'd done this years ago, because everyone in the glee club was so friendly and hilarious and real. But now it was his last year of high school, and this was his one shot to make it perfect and memorable. Blaine was more than excited.

Artie sighed. "Okay, let's just forget about this dance part for now. Nobody seems to be getting it right."

"We cannot just forget about it, Artie," Rachel hissed. "It's very important."

"I think we've got it down," said Puck, taking a seat next to Quinn in the risers. "It'll look much better when we're actually doing the show."

"I'm so excited!" chimed Quinn.

"Me too," Blaine added, "I'm a little upset that I didn't do this before. I didn't think it would be this much fun, even if that sounds a little...gay."

Everyone snickered. Finn said, "Well, you're here now dude, so don't screw it up Friday night."

Blaine shook his head. "Nah. And it's all thanks to Mr. Kurt Hummel over here," Blaine swept his hand across the room until it met Kurt, still reading his book. He didn't say anything.

"Kurt," Rachel said, and Kurt's head snapped up, his eyes wide.

"What?" Kurt said. He looked around and became aware of his surroundings.

"Oh," he breathed, then got up out of the chair and did a grand bow. Everyone laughed.

"It was my pleasure in finding the perfect Henry Arthur," Kurt said in a sing-song-y voice, which made Blaine blush a little bit. He pretended to not notice Quinn staring at his face, probably making a face of suspicion.

"Okay guys!" Rachel smiled wide, exposing her white teeth and clapping her hands twice. "Let's get back to work." Puck and Finn sighed.

After about another half-hour or so of rehearsing, the group decided to call it a day. Everyone said goodbye and parted ways, while Kurt had to get something from his locker. He did not see Blaine there until he spoke up.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked, standing a few feet behind him.

Kurt flinched a little, and then spun around on his heel. "Oh geez, Blaine," Kurt huffed, "You scared me!"

Blaine gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry. I forget how quiet it can get sometimes."

"Yeah," Kurt agreed. "What's up?"

Blaine was not sure how to start this. "Um, can I ask you something?"

Kurt shrugged. "Sure."

"Well... how are you lately?"

"I'm fine. What do you mean?"

"Are you alright?"

Raising an eyebrow at his friend's strange behaviour, Kurt cocked his head to the side. "Of course I'm alright. I'm here, aren't I? What's wrong? Blaine?"

"Nothing. It's just...you seem kind of out of it lately." Realising what he had just said, Blaine's eyes widened and he waved a hand in front of Kurt as if to correct something.

"I, uh- I didn't mean it in a bad way, I ju-"

Kurt just chuckled. "It's okay. I get what you meant, and I'm not offended. But I'm fine Blaine. What made you think there was something wrong?"

Blaine bit his lip. "I'm sorry. I'm just worried, is all."

And there it was again, that look that Kurt got on his face like he'd never heard those words before. Blaine remembered seeing that look on his face when he told Kurt that he liked his singing voice, even though he only heard it a handful of times when the glee club went through dress rehearsals of the play.

A faint smile playing at the lips, the eyes wide and blue, a glow in the cheeks. That's what the face usually looked like: speechless, breathless, but very happy and pleasantly confused.

"Really?" asked Kurt.

"Yes," Blaine told him, "And -you know, the...the glee club, too."

Kurt's eyes flickered down from the ground, to the wall, and back up to Blaine. "Well, thank you. I appreciate your concern." Blaine nodded.

"But nothing is wrong," Kurt reassured, "Just a little nervous about the musical, I guess."

"Don't be. You're voice is incredible, and you're going to be great on Friday."

The blue-eyed boy couldn't help himself from blushing all over, turning a light shade of pink to mask his paleness. "Thank you. I know you will be, too."

Smiling, Blaine reached out to touch Kurt on the shoulder gently. "You made me promise you something, so now can you promise me something?"

"Sure," Kurt nodded, "Anything."

"Just...just tell me if something is going on, okay?"

Kurt almost paused to seem to consider the promise, which made Blaine a little worried. But then Kurt said, "Alright."

Blaine patted Kurt on the shoulder again. "Good. I'll see you tomorrow?"

The other boy nodded. "Come by tomorrow. I figure maybe we can have one last rehearsal before opening night."

"That'd be nice." Blaine smiled.

The boys departed, and for some odd reason, just a little more excited on the inside for tomorrow afternoon. Just a little.

Ugh, I'm sorry. Like I said, I'm just stalling, and I know this is a terrible chapter but thanks for sticking with me this far. I promise there will be some better material later on!