A/N Think you know what's happening? Mwuahahaha!

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Kurt studied the older boy from across the shop. This mop headed sop was the one Blaine had fallen for? What could Blaine possible see in the guy? He had no sense of style what so ever, and Kurt could see split ends in that mess on his head from twenty yards away.

Wes gave the signal, and the Warblers began to harmonize. Kurt went through the motions, but wasn't really making a sound. He couldn't, his heart hurt too much. Especially when Blaine began to sing.

As soon as the song was over, Kurt slipped away, unnoticed. He couldn't sit around and watch Blaine fawn over another boy. He drove back to Dalton, refusing to allow the tears to fall. He sat in his car for at least fifteen minutes before he felt composed enough to walk inside. He was almost to the staircase when he heard someone call his name.

"Mr. Hummel, might I speak with you for a moment?" Dean Michealson called out. Kurt turned around, forcing a polite smile to his face.

"Is there a problem, sir?"

"No, no. I was just wondering if Mr. Anderson was able to determine if the theif was indeed related to his old acquaintance, Mr. Whittier?"

"Whittier?" Kurt was shocked. That had been the name of the boy Blaine had sang to. Jeremiah Kensington Whittier. "Oh, um, I'm not sure. He didn't say anything to me."

"Oh, I thought that since the two of you were working together he would have told you. I'll just have to speak to him when he returns, then. Good day, Mr. Hummel."

Kurt watched the older man walk away, his mind in a whirlwind of thought.

Blaine knew who stole the formula? He was related to someone from Blaine's past? Had Blaine secretly been in love with this Jeremiah the whole time, and now that they had reconnected, he'd finally admitted his feelings for the boy? Why hadn't he told Kurt about him before?

Numbly he made his way to the lab, unaware of how he got there. He sat down on his stool, staring at Bugs and Babs in their large cage beside the counter. He'd gotten rid of his mice. Well, except for Gunn, who now lived in a nice cage in his dorm room. Slowly a thought began to form in his mind. The thief was supposedly related to this Jeremiah boy. That means that Jeremiah would have had access to the formula.

Kurt turned on his laptop and googled Jeremiah Kensington Whittier. What he found horrified him;

Jeremiah James Kensington Whittier

age: 18

Senior at Westerville High School

Member of the Science Club

All that information was fairly normal. It was the news article that had Kurt so worked up.

Son of City Councilman found in compromising position with underage stepbrother.

Robert Whittier, son of Councilman Alexander Whittier, was photographed in a local park kissing his seventeen year old stepbrother. Witnesses report it was the younger boy who initiated the contact between the two young men, and that the older male had seemed surprised by the younger boy's actions.

This isn't the first time Jeremiah Kensington Whittier has been accused of inappropriate behavior. A sexual harassment complaint was filed against the younger boy at Westerville High school last year.

Kurt stood and began to pace. Jeremiah knew science, had access to the formula and the pheromones, and had a history of sexual harassment. Had he used the formula on Blaine? Is that why the boy suddenly announced he was in love?Was it real, or was Jeremiah manipulating him? Could the formula really make someone fall in love? They hadn't tested anything more than temporary attraction. They had both agreed anything more than that without consent was unethical.

Kurt lost track of time as his thoughts raced, and was surprised when someone else walked into the lab. It was Blaine, who was smiling sheepishly at him, and holding a tray. Kurt couldn't help himself, he reached out and grabbed the shorter boy. He had no clue what he was going to say, just started babbling.

"Blaine! I need you to listen to me! Jeremiah is using the formula on you to make you think you are in love with him! It isn't real! Please, you have to believe me! He stole the formula! You don't really love him! He's a slimy bastard and a pervert! Do you understand Blaine? You are under the influence of the formula!"

The darker boy just began to laugh, and carefully set the tray down on the counter top. Taking the taller boy by the arms and pushing him back down on the stool. "First off, I'm not under the influence of the formula. Second, I know Jeremiah was involved with the theft. And third, I am in love."

Kurt shook his head. "Blaine, don't you hear yourself? You aren't making any sense. You can't be in love with that jerk! It's the formula!"

Blaine continued to grin goofily. "Kurt, will you let me explain? I promise, I'm not under the influence of the formula, but you have to let me tell you everything that happened. Okay?"

Kurt nodded, fighting back the tears again. He'd let the other boy explain, but only to placate him. Later he'd figure out how to counter the effects of the formula and help Blaine see the truth.

Blaine studied the other boy's face for a moment, and silently sighed. He owed Kurt an apology. "First off, I'm sorry, I should have told you as soon as Dean Michealson showed me the security footage and I realized who the thief was. I meet Jeremiah in Jr. High, in science class, and we became really good friends. And then my freshman year of high school, I came out, and Jeremiah admitted to me that he was also gay, but he wasn't ready to come out publicly yet. He asked me out, but I turned him down. I told him that I was tired of hiding who I was, and didn't want a relationship where we'd have to sneak around."

He glanced back at Kurt to see how he was taking this news. The boy was listening, but Blaine couldn't figure out what the boy was thinking. He took a breath, and continued.

"Things became strained between the two of us, and he subtly began sabotaging my projects. Nothing I could prove, but I knew it was him. And when we were alone, he'd try to touch me and wanted to have sex with me. I told him no again. We had a fight, and stopped talking to each other. It wasn't long after that that the other kid, Daniel, and I were beaten up. My parents gave me the opportunity to transfer to Dalton, and I took it, but more to get away from Jeremiah than anything else."

Kurt interrupted him then. "But don't you see? You just said you didn't want Jeremiah, that he made you uncomfortable. This proves he used the formula to influence you, Blaine! You have to see that!"

Blaine just smiled. "Kurt, please let me finish. I went to see him on Saturday, and he invited me in. I knew right away that he was up to something. I knew he had the formula, and that he would probably try and use it. I played along, letting him think I was falling for him. I didn't want to make him suspicious, I couldn't demand he return the formula and pheromones. I really had no proof he was involved, only his stepbrother, Bobby. I had to get him to admit he was behind it. But he still didn't trust me, trust the formula. He said he'd tell me everything if I proved I was in love with him. That's why I had the Warbler's serenade him. Well, part of the reason."

Kurt was looking confused. "You said you were only pretending to be under the influence of the formula, but you keep insisting you are in love. So, you really are in love with Jeremiah?"

The shorter boy laughed. "Oh, Kurt, please, let me finish. Do you remember I told you that my nose was broken when I was beaten? My olfactory receptors were also damaged. My ability to smell is very limited. I can't smell the pheromones at all. Jeremiah didn't know that. As soon as I suspected he had the formula, I knew he would try and use it on me. I faked it."

"Then you really do love him?"

"I never said Jeremiah was the one I was in love with."

"But..." Kurt was really confused now, but his question was quickly answered as Blaine leaned in and brushed a soft kiss to his lips.

"I'm in love with you, Silly."