Guys - this is the thirteenth chapter (hence the name Unlucky - geddit?) and from this point on the story is going to get very juicy. Seeing as my last story (Arpeggios and Woah Woahs) was only thirteen chapters this one is going to overtake it, and I would very much also like it to overtake it with reviews. So, all you Kurt, Blaine, Scott, Artem and everybody else fans - please review this chapter to make You Do Or You Dalton my most successful story yet!

Ok, I will shut up and get on with the chapter now :D

Chapter 13 - Unlucky

My new room was christened officially the next day, when Blaine, Artem, Scott and I moved all my things down the hallway into it. It was sad to see my side of the old room so bare, but the new Dalton student would be arriving within the next couple of days – in the meantime I had promised Artem he could knock on my door any time I wanted. Having more space meant everything looked less cluttered – I could put up more photos of McKinley and also some newly printed off ones from Sectionals that one of the freshmen had kindly provided. There was one of Blaine and I that I was particularly fond of, when we'd embraced after our performance. I saw him looking at it too, a strange expression on his face, but when I moved to comment on it he quickly found another job.

I was beginning to wonder if it was my fault that things between Blaine and I hadn't progressed beyond friends. Maybe he was waiting for me to make the first move – maybe he was scared. Actually, I didn't think he was scared at all – I was just so desperate for it to happen I was making up all kinds of scenarios and ideas in my head. To celebrate my new abode we were going to have another Harry Potter party – but seeing as Blaine had the TV it would still be at his.

This time when I walked across the grass towards Wordsworth, I was fully prepared. Instead of my Dalton uniform, which I'd worn last time, I'd spent a good twenty minutes choosing the perfect pair of pyjamas – eventually settling for some plaid bottoms and a blue tank top (although due to the cold I'd had to slip a jacket on over the top). My hair had been perfected in front of the mirror and my skin moisturised to oblivion. If this didn't make Blaine stop and stare I didn't know what was going to.

My knock on the door was the most confident it had ever been, even though my insides felt like jelly at the prospect of what I was planning – what I'd been planning for the last day. Blaine opened the door with the same gusto but this time he stopped mid greeting.

"Greetings Mug-er…" I laughed as his voice trailed off into something unintelligible and his mouth dropped open slightly.

"Expelliarmus." I replied, a smile gracing my lips. For a second Blaine didn't say anything and my heart began to race, but he suddenly gathered himself and moved to let me come inside.

The room was decked out in the same way it had been the first time, but this time I plonked the wizard hat on my head, spinning round to model it to Blaine as he followed me inside.

"How do I look? What house do you think I would be in?" I'd made sure I'd swatted up on a lot more Harry Potter information, but this time without the help of Scott (he'd been given strict instructions to keep a hundred metres away from his Head Boy's room the whole night, or face an instant and painful death.) Blaine, who had been muttering something to himself, looked up and burbled some more.

"Well, um, probably Ravenclaw, because, um you know a lot about certain things and…" As he spoke he wandered over to the DVD player, and the sound of the machine whirring up cut him off, so I never got to hear the end of his sentence. Pretending I was fiddling around with the hat some more, I waited for Blaine to sit down on the sofa first, and then made sure I sat down next to as close as possible, without making it too obvious.

"Is what the actual sorting hat looks like in the film" I asked as I sat, down giving me another excuse to lean in further as I showed the object to him "or is this just an interpretation?"

"No, that's what it's like in the film, but obviously it's a replica." Blaine had stopped burbling but he spoke quickly. The excitement in my gut was beginning to rise.

"Oh, ok then." I turned round to face the TV, resting my head on his chest and I felt him exhale deeply, so I shivered. Well this was going much better than planned.

For the first part of the film I decided to lay off on my flirting for a bit – after all Blaine's tightness could really have been through genuine discomfort – although he made no effort to move me away from my position on him. If I thought his shoulder had been comfortable to lean on it was nothing compared to his chest. The rise and fall was almost like a lullaby and I struggled to stay fully awake. Every so often Blaine would reach forward to grab a red vine or some popcorn and I would feel his skin brush against mine – a feeling that had every inch of my body begging to touch him further. But I had to be patient.

Later on in the film the scenes were all beginning to blur together (I still much preferred Gossip Girl - at least that had scandal and fabulous outfits. In Hogwarts they just wore the same thing all the time.) so I decided to move on to the next stage of my carefully orchestrated plan, shifting my body in slightly closer to Blaine's chest.

"What's that owls name again?" I asked sleepily after a long period of silence between the two of us. He leant forward to whisper

"Hedwig" in my ear, his voice also taking on a sleepy quality and I glanced down at the hairs on his arms.

"You have such pretty arms." I stated, taking my hand and running my fingers down one of them, feeling the huge shiver that ran through both our bodies as I did so. "So soft…" Suddenly all my plans were abandoned - I could take it no longer. Flipping my body round in one motion I thrust myself towards Blaine, my lips searching for his and my mouth letting out a shout.

"AAAAH!" It was then that I realised that the shout hadn't come from me. Somehow Blaine's reflexes had been quicker than mine – he'd jerked out of the way of my kiss and as a result my face crashed into his shoulder so I yelped out in pain.

"Ow! Ow!" The room had suddenly erupted into a field of noise, me expressing my pain and Blaine still completely shocked, unable to form words.

"Kurt? What? You ok?" My head snapped up.

"Do I look ok? What was that?"

"I'm sorry." It was then that the realisation hit both of us. I'd tried to kiss Blaine – and not only had he rejected me – he'd cried out in fear. In fear.

"No…" Suddenly emotions hit me like a wave. Rejection, despair, regret.

"Kurt" Blaine began, his expression crumpling and his voice filling with discomfort. "It's not what it seems like-"

"-What exactly is it then? I tried to kiss you, you didn't want it."

"No, no-" In sheer desperation I flung myself at Blaine once again, hoping against hope that a sudden assault would jolt him out of his denial – that all the feelings he had for me buried deep inside him would suddenly bubble to the surface and explode. Blaine pushed me away again and I cried out in anguish.

"NO!"

"Kurt – this is not right!" Tears were beginning to stream down my face so my vision became blurred. "It's not supposed to happen like this. It's too rushed."

"TOO RUSHED!" Now I was getting angry. "IT'S BEEN MONTHS!"

"Months of you only hanging with one gay guy. You've only ever seen me – how do you know I'm what you want?"

"I want you Blaine!" Blaine grabbed hold of my arms to stop me advancing on him again and I screamed some more. People were probably going to be knocking on the door soon, wondering what was going on. But I would have screamed the whole building down to make him see.

"You're just saying that. There are so many different things about us, and I'm older-"

"What? So you're using the fact that you're a senior to stop us being together? Am I too much work for you Blaine? Are you too busy for me? Because you sure as hell weren't busy enough to not lead me on for all these weeks!" At this Blaine's face crumpled further, his own anguish showing and increasing mine even further. Both our arms were shaking and we gripped onto each other.

"Kurt I-" At that my resolve broke.

"NO! I am not going to sit around and listen to you talk crap anymore! I'm through!" Flinging my arms away from Blaine's I jumped up, wiping the tears furiously from my eyes as I grabbed my jacket off the side of the sofa. I saw him try to get up but then rethink his actions – the last final bit of hope I'd had disappearing completely. Letting out one final scream I stomped out of the door and slammed it as hard as I could behind me.

I'd been right about my noise causing a commotion – there were five Wordsworth's peeking out of their rooms as I entered the hallway. When they saw my face however, most of them shrunk back inside, and the ones that did stay said nothing as I stalked past them, mumbling obscenities under my breath. Screw Blaine. How could he say that to me? How could he flirt with me all this time and then not want it? And the fact that he was older… Well that was what made me the maddest. The excuse was so feeble it was an insult.

For once the whipping wind outside suited my mood – fighting against it helped me to get rid of some of my aggression, as did kicking to pieces an unfortunate flowerbed that happened to get in my way. When I reached Wilde I slammed the door behind me again and jumped up the stairs two at a time. Screw Blaine, screw Blaine… I walked down the corridor trying to calm myself down, but instead of continuing past the junior rooms to my new abode stopped and turned to face a door on the right. Blaine wanted me to hang out with other gays? Well I would.

I could tell Gabriel was shocked when he opened the door – I don't know whether it was seeing me in my obviously riled state, or just the fact that I was there.

"Kurt!" he exclaimed, surprise in his voice. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied briskly. I noticed that he had moved further out the door towards me so he could close it and block the inside of his room from view.

"Do you want to talk-"

"Would you like to go out with me?" The longhaired boy froze.

"What?"

"You and me. A date. Would you like to do it." I watched Gabriel's emotions war with each other. Shock, confusion, delight…

"Yes. Of course. I would love to." A smile spread across his face and I managed to return it.

"Excellent. See you tomorrow." Without waiting for another response I walked the remaining metres down the hallway and shut my door behind me.