Author's note:

Chapter 2, y'all. Basically, most of the chapters of this story are terribly short, sorry about that.

Reminder of the story's warnings: Graphic violence, death, harsh behavior towards the gay community, language, sensuality

Sadly, I don't own Glee or Klaine, Niff, and Wevid.

Kurt couldn't fall asleep that night. He analyzed Forrest's behavior towards him over the past few months that he knew him.

Was Blaine right? Did Forrest really like him? Well obviously, but how much? Was Kurt really stupid for not noticing how close he and Forrest were getting? He suddenly had the urge to throw something, but Michael was sleeping. Instead he got out of bed and slipped on his silk purple robe. He couldn't stay in the stuffy, small dorm room anymore. He silently left the room and crept downstairs to the kitchen. When he finished fixing himself some hot tea, he started to cry.

Having no roommate had let Blaine do whatever he wanted. All night, instead of sleeping, he paced the floor.

So, Kurt. Where do we stand? Blaine thought.

He was still angry at Kurt. He had every right to be angry. Would Kurt understand if he told him that he's worried about losing him because he loves Kurt so much? Blaine just doesn't want to lose Kurt. For the first time since he left his old public school to come to Dalton, he actually felt happy. Nothing else in the world mattered to Blaine ever since he met Kurt at that staircase in the main building. It's just so frustrating to watch Forrest stare at his boyfriend with longing eyes.
Kurt's mine.

But what does Kurt think of Blaine now? Does he hate Blaine? Does he still want to be together? Blaine shook his head. Probably not after the way he called Kurt—who was fresh out of public school where he was bullied to the point where it became life-threatening—stupid. Blaine sniffed. All this thinking is giving him a headache.
Blaine opened his dorm room to get ibuprofen from the kitchen… and came face to face to Kurt.

Kurt jumped. Blaine took a step back, startled too. They stood there in surprised silence until Kurt cleared his throat and stepped around Blaine to walk on back to his room. Blaine put a hand over his mouth because Kurt's eyes were rimmed red, swollen and puffy. The tip of his nose was bright scarlet. Blaine's eyes swam as he turned around. Kurt unlocked his door and looked back at Blaine. Blaine opened his mouth to say something, but Kurt just shook his head, his eyes cold and hard.

"I'm sorry, Blaine, but I can't." He quietly said, his voice rising into a squeak on "can't" before going back in his room and shutting the door carefully.
Blaine let out a tiny sob. I guess you're not gonna say 'I love you' to me before you go to sleep tonight, he thought. What have I done?

When he closed the door, Kurt turned around to see Michael awake and sitting at the desk they shared. The desk lamp was on.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Michael asked.

"In the morning, maybe." Kurt replied.

"You sure? Was Blaine out there? I heard you when you came in."

Kurt sniffed. "Yes and yes."

Michael stood up and led Kurt back to his bed. "Don't worry, things will work out soon.

If you really do love him, then things will." Kurt sat down on the edge of his bed and wiped at his eyes. What if I don't know anymore? He thought. If there's no trust in the relationship, then why is there still a relationship?
Michael gave him a box of Kleenex before switching the lamp off. He slipped back into his bed.

"Now go to sleep, Hummel. I have a test tomorrow. No more crying for the rest of the night, you hear me?" Michael yawned.

Kurt chuckled in the darkness. "Thanks, Faalser."

Within minutes, Michael's snores filled the room. Kurt's followed soon after.