A/N: I didn't realize the chapters were too short! I actually made them much longer, but my friends who reread the chapters before I publish them said they were too long. That's what you get for asking people that don't like to read...
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"Alright people, places!" Mr. Mays shouted at the group of clustered Warblers. "I wanna hear 'You can't stop the beat' on three."
Kurt smiled, this was one of his favorite songs, and they got to improvise their dance moves during the chorus. He took his place on the far left side of the group, and Blaine took his on the far right. Mr. Mays hit the "play" button on the speaker system, and a wave of saxophone's and drums overtook them.
After some synchronized steps, Blaine stepped up infront of the group to begin his solo, hitting all the notes, and putting his entire soul into the steps. Kurt almost forgot his, becoming too engrossed in the way Blaine looked at him when he sang. Fingers snapping, he decided to simply make up his own steps, as everyone else did.
"Because you can't stop the motion of the ocean, or the sun in the sky..."
Kurt let his feet guide him across the room, tapping his feet, and swaying his hips. Warblers practices were the best hours of his life. He let his worries float away as the music grew louder, and moved up to the front of the room to begin his duet with Wes.
"You can't stop the river as it rushes to the sea!" they roared in unison. Kurt smiled so much it was as though his face would break, and let himself fall back into the raging group of dancers.
"Because the world keeps spinning round and round!" he sang with the rest of the Warblers spinning until he bumped into a laughing, dancing Blaine. Mr. Mays chuckled, they were all improvising, and unnecessarily passionate. It was perfect.
Organized chaos.
"And you can't stop my knife and fork when I see a Christmas ham..." he hummed to himself. This was the one, the song that was going to win them sectionals. Long after the song ended, the boys remained jumping and singing. He had to hit Wesley across the head with sheet music to get him to stop beat boxing. Passion was good, but Mr. Mays swore that kid just had too much.
"Fantastic! Fantastic!" he yelled as the bell rang and they all filed out, feeling jazzed. Blaine and Kurt stayed behind, waiting for Wes as he got a lecture from Mr. Mays for inappropriate dancing.
"That was fabulous" Kurt laughed to Blaine, heart still racing.
"You were fabulous," Blaine smiled, punching him in the arm, "until you knocked me over!" Kurt blushed.
"We were told to spin! I don't have good coordination-" Kurt was reaching the climax point of his argument when Wes was freed from his lecture and interrupted him.
"So you guys, have fun?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. Kurt went even redder than he was before. He knew he saw Wesley staring at him dancing with Blaine and wasn't going to let him bring it up.
"Of course we did, now let's go to our dorms and stop talking about that particular number. Okay? Okay." Kurt smiled, speaking a little too quickly. Blaine shrugged, oblivious, and followed them.
"Wait, guys," Blaine started, "I should probably go talk to Mr. Senra about that test I missed." Kurt grudgingly agreed, and gave him a hug goodbye. Catching Wes' eye, he broke apart from the taller boy quicker than he usually would.
"See ya Klaine. I mean Blaine." Wes said, laughing at Kurt's expression. Once Blaine was out of sight, Kurt smacked him hard on the head.
"You. Are. SO. DEAD!" He whispered, trying to sound menacing. Wes simply laughed and led Kurt to his dorm.
"Listen man, he's totally into you." They walked up the stairs in silence, Kurt looking at his feet the entire time. "Yeah," Wes smiled, "I know you like him. You're lucky he's so dumb, you're pretty obvious."
"How on earth would you know who I like?" Kurt snapped as they sped down the hallway, embarrassed. He heard his friend laugh.
"You were undressing each other with your eyes during that song! We all saw it!"
"That is besides the point, even if I did like Blaine, he doesn't like me back. He is a fantastic performer, and there was no mental undressing on his part." Kurt frowned, knowing this to be true.
"No mental undressing on his part, eh?" Wesley winked, unlocking his dorm door. Kurt glared at him, which only amused him more. They stepped inside, and Wes lead Kurt to sit on the couch with him.
"Kurt, buddy. Let me help you. I can, you know, talk to Blaine...spill his deep romantic secrets about you, and hook you up." He stared at Kurt pleadingly. Blaine had been alone his entire life, and so had Kurt. They deserved each other.
"I wouldn't say no to romance with Blaine, but if you mess this up for me Mr. Wesley Adam Jacobson, I will hunt you down in the middle of the night, and steal your cheese." Wesley gasped.
"Cheese is my favorite!" He paled. Kurt smiled.
"Seriously Wes, I really like him, I don't want this messed up." Kurt folded his arms stiffly across his chest. Wesley stared at Kurt, and saw just how much he liked Blaine.
"Trust me buddy, I am the definition of romance!" He gave Kurt an encouraging smile, and a hard high five.
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Wesley knocked on his best friends door, hoping David would keep Kurt busy enough to keep from bursting in as he spoke with Blaine. He heard the door unlock, and let himself in, almost hitting Blaine in the head with the door.
"You're lucky I'm secretly a ninja!" he complained, narrowing his eyes at Wes. "Where's Kurt?"
"Ahh, yes. Our friend Kurt. Just who I wanted to talk to you about." Wesley smiled, turning off the lights and taking out his flashlight.
'What are you doing?" Blaine asked wearily from the darkness. Wesley then suddenly flashed the bright light from the flashlight into Blaine's eyes.
"Do you like Kurt!" He demanded. Blaine raised his hands in surrender, squeezing his eyes shut.
"You're being an idiot!" He yelled, turning the lights back on.
"I just wanted to know, after the eye sex you two had today during rehearsal." He added slyly, winking. Blaine sighed.
"Don't feel so replaced Wes, Kurt's just a friend." Blaine smiled at his friend, who looked distraught for some reason. "Now get out of here, I have homework to do."
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'Shit, shit, shit. Why did I get myself into this?" Wesley thought to himself as he left the room, fast walking down the hall to tell Kurt. He opened his dorm door to see David tackling a struggling Kurt to the ground.
"He's gonna ruin everything, he's gonna ruin everything!" Kurt attempted to scream, voice muffled in the dark carpet. Wesley sighed in disappointment.
"I did just fine. I asked him..." Wesley lowered his voice, "he said he wasn't interested..." and raised his voice in a cheery tone, "and he didn't suspect that you liked him. That's that!" He gave Kurt a large smile, sugar coating the denial as best as he could. The tiny soprano stopped fighting against David, got up and slumped himself back on the couch.
"He said no?" he asked slowly. David and Wes exchanged awkward looks. They began to pat him on the back, but he simply shrugged them off.
"Don't sweat it, it's only a matter of time before he falls for you." David encouraged, not wanting to see someone who's been through so much spiral into depression.
"Yeah, Blaine's pretty ugly too, you know..." Wes joked, trying to diffuse the tension. Kurt sighed. Wes was beginning to start to worry until he saw Kurt relax, and stand up, walking slowly towards the door.
"What are you doing?" David asked suspiciously.
"I need to talk to him." He replied simply. The two boys knew better than to stop him. Kurt stepped out into the hallway, and only had to walk for a few minutes to get to his dorm. He knew Blaine was in there because he could hear him humming Tina Turner from his bedside. He took a deep breath, and opened the door.
"Seriously Wes, you're freaking me out!" Blaine yelled.
"It's Kurt, calm down." He said coldly.
"Oh, thank God!" Blaine chuckled. "Wes was scaring me earlier, you wouldn't believe what he did." He motioned for Kurt to sit down next to him on his bed, but instead Kurt chose to lock the door behind him and remained standing stiffly.
"I know what he did Blaine. It was partially my fault..." he confessed, cheeks going warm. Blaine gave him a confused look. Normally this would have made Kurt smile, but he was not in the mood at the time.
"How is it your fault?" His friend asked him, genuinely curious. Kurt muttered something unintelligible. "Sorry?" Blaine asked.
"I said I just wanted to know if you liked me." Kurt whispered in a small, shaky voice. "I liked you and I wanted to know, so he volunteered to ask you."
Blaine began to say something, but Kurt cut him off.
"No need to apologize, I understand. You don't like me. I would have gladly let that go, but I have one question for you Blaine. Why would you lead me on?" Kurt gave Blaine a piercing look of betrayal.
"Kurt, that's not what I-" Blaine tried to explain, but he cut him off.
"Why after everything you've taught me, would you toy with my emotions that way? Holding my hand when we walk through the halls, crying on my shoulder about your family, flirting with me during Warbler rehearsals! What is your problem?" Kurt shrieked, losing his temper. He was hurt, and now he wanted Blaine to hurt.
"Kurt, I don't want to talk about this." Blaine said, standing up, looking conflicted.
"Talk about it? You don't want to talk about it?" Kurt said, trying to keep himself from yelling. "You can't just lead me on, break my heart, then expect for me to act like you never did."
Blaine gave Kurt an apologetic look and put up one of his fingers, motioning for Kurt to let him speak.
"I'm not ready to talk to you about this right now." He said slowly. Kurt looked up at him in surprise. What was Blaine's problem?
"Fine. I'm putting in a request tomorrow morning to switch dorms. Goodnight." Kurt shut off the lights, stormed past a hurt Blaine and sat down on his bead. He squirmed underneath the sheets still in his uniform.
"Kurt" Blaine started gently, "it's only 7PM." Kurt didn't answer, feigning sleep as he heard Blaine leave the room without another word.
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The next morning, Kurt got up at 5AM to avoid having to talk to Blaine, who had returned late that night. He skipped his shower, washed his hair in the sink, and took his books to Wes' room, where he planned to stay the day. Wes groaned as Kurt turned his light on.
"I hate you, Hummel. I really do." Wesley said, expecting a witty retort. Yet one didn't come, he only heard his friend sniff loudly and clear his throat.
"I'm not up for your comments Wesley." He left his messenger bag on the floor, and without another word, left for an early breakfast.
Halfway through his cereal, he got a text message. He sighed, picking up his phone, praying it wasn't Blaine.
Hey Kurt!
How's it going?
I bet you're rocking that uniform white boy
xoxo-cedes.
He wanted to reply to Mercedes, really, but he would only worry her with his problems. Instead, he gulped down the rest of his cereal and tried to leave the breakfast hall without being noticed, but barely made it out of his chair before Wesley ran up to him, pushing him back into it.
"I know you're upset, but you can't be mad at Blaine forever you know. He has every right not to like you back..." he said sitting down beside him, almost serious for once. Kurt didn't respond, he knew it was true, but things were just too awkward at the moment.
"Listen, I ran down to the store down the street and picked you up some magazines to cheer you up!" he smiled, handing them to Kurt.
"Taylor Lautner's fun castle, Zac Effron is a boat, and Johnny Depp madness." Kurt said aloud, cracking a smile at the magazine names.
"What, you're gay right? Don't tell me you're not gay Kurt." Wesley started to become scared, if Kurt pulled this one on him he didn't know what he would do. The soprano ruffled Wes' short hair and laughed.
"Blaine wanted to talk to you..." He said unwillingly. He owed it to Kurt to tell him, but wasn't keen to upset him anymore. Sure enough, he tensed up beside him at the mention of his crush's name.
"I don't want to." Kurt said simply, eyes growing sad. Wesley shrugged.
"Your loss, but he said it was really important and that I'm an idiot or something along those lines..."
"I don't want to Wes!" he complained. "And I already know you're a Neanderthal" he teased. This earned him a hard smack on the arm from Wesley. "I'm leaving anyways."
"Leaving where?" Wesley asked, suspicious.
"Just out for the day...I need to clear my mind." Kurt stood up, looking just a little happier then when he first sat down. Wes watched him go, knowing better than to follow. By the time Kurt reached the lobby doors, the first bell had rung. No one would notice his absence.
The dark gravel crunched underneath his small feet, and he surveyed the parking lot, searching for his red Toyota.
"And where are you going?" asked a familiar voice from behind him. Blaine. Kurt scrunched his fists up and turned around to face him.
"What do you want?" he asked, not wanting to talk to his former friend.
"I want to talk." Blaine answered simply.
"Not interested." Kurt said, before sharply turning around and slipping on a slick patch of ice. Before he hit the ground, Blaine caught him under his armpits and helped him back up. Kurt muttered an apology and briskly set towards his car, desperate to be free of him.
"Kurt, I like you." Blaine said, trying to keep up with his small friend.
"But it'll just never work out right? It's not you it's me. I've been there Blaine, stop sugar coating everything." Kurt finished Blaine's sentence for him, still upset.
"No, Kurt. I like you. I really like you. I was trying to tell you yesterday but I couldn't get it out!" Blaine pleaded. This time, Kurt actually stopped.
"You told Wesley you didn't like me." He said, a little less tense than before. Blaine groaned.
"I would never trust Wesley with anything, Kurt! I love him, but he has the biggest mouth in Dalton, you should know that. I lied to him!" Blaine sat on the hood of Kurt's car, and stared at him with sad eyes.
"That explain's everything, doesn't it?" Kurt said sarcastically, looking down at Blaine. "That explains why when I tried to talk to you about it, you just walked off."
"You took me by surprise, some of the things you said were harsh, I didn't know what to say! I tried to spit it out but I couldn't!" Blaine argued, praying Kurt would believe him.
"Why couldn't you, Blaine?" Kurt asked, a little softer now.
"I was scared." He admitted. "I've never been with a guy- and I didn't want to risk losing you, I wanted to say something but I-" Blaine struggled with the words caught in his throat, and got up, stepping towards Kurt. "You mean a lot to me Kurt, I wanted to tell you for so long, but after what Karofsky did I didn't know how to without forcing myself on you. I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage of you" he whispered softly, placing both of his hands on Kurt's shoulders.
"Really?" he asked, lip trembling. He was so stupid! Why didn't he let Blaine talk to him last night? If he didn't get so angry maybe they would have sorted this out.
"Really. I know what I did was stupid, but I was scared. I didn't know what to do, or how to do it..." Blaine's eyes softened.
"Courage, Blaine." Kurt smiled, and his friend smiled back at him.
"Friends?" Blaine offered. Kurt raised his eyebrows and blushed.
"Couldn't we be more?" he asked timidly. Blaine gave him a wide smile and pulled Kurt's small frame against his chest.
"Of course. I'm so sorry. I do like you. Never count on Wesley for anything like this again, okay?" He felt Kurt's head nod against his chest. "I knew you liked me, and I couldn't help but like you back...But I couldn't let myself date you, Kurt. What if we broke up, and it was just too awkward for us to be friends again? I don't want that for us."
"I know what I want, Blaine." Kurt pressed his face deeper into Blaine's chest. "Were you really going to pretend you didn't like me to avoid an awkward breakup, or because you were scared? I'm scared about opening up to you about these things too, but it's worth it if we're together...If we're happy." Blaine smiled, wondering why he couldn't have just "manned up" like Kurt did.
He brought Kurt's chin up to his face, and gently pressed his chapped lips against the smaller boy's soft ones. He intended to pull away quickly, not wanting to go further than Kurt was willing, until he took him by surprise and wrapped his small arms around Blaine's neck, deepening the kiss. Blaine broke free of him, reminding them both that they had to breathe.
"Thank you" Blaine panted, hands tightening around Kurt's waist. He stood onto his tiptoes to kiss Blaine again, more passionately this time, arms tangled in his curly brown hair. Fireworks could have gone off, and neither of them would have noticed.
A/N: And there you have it! I'm not sure how long this one really is because when I write it, it feels long, and when it's uploaded it seems so short...
Anyway's, the next one will be longer (: Expect it tomorrow, or Tuesday night at the latest! Reviews are love!