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Anyways - here is the new chapter, sorry about the one day delay, I have been a writing fiend this weekend! Ngl this chapter absolutely killed me :( Enjoy...

Liz xxx

Chapter 40 - Virus

"Earth to Kurt." The hand being waved in my face brought me back to reality and I shook myself awake. Scott looked at me with wide eyes. It was very unusual for him to paying more attention in Trig than I was.

"Dude, what is with you today? Did you not sleep or something?" I sighed, looking up briefly at Conners, who was pointing out something on the board that just looked like squiggles.

"I was busy." Scott grumbled, obviously not impressed with my answer.

"Would be nice if you could include me in your busyness sometimes." Choosing to ignore the statement I glanced back at my page and began writing notes, trying not to think about my evening with Gabriel and how my back still hurt from our awkward sitting positions.

When we left Trig Scott still seemed off with me, but my plans to confront him were stopped by seeing Blaine leaning casually against the wall on the opposite side of the corridor.

"Hi." He said, a smile gracing his face that immediately sent my legs to jelly.

"Hi." Scott grumbled some more, stalking off so we were left alone. I walked slowly over to my boyfriend and when I was close enough felt him slip his hands around my waist.

"How are you today?" He spoke with a grin and I giggled, rubbing my nose against his before kissing him softly. Gaga he still tasted so good.

"Tired."

"Aww, baby really? What were you doing?" For a second my face fell with anxiety, but I managed to control myself.

"Oh, just boring stuff. It sucked."

"Well I hope you're not too tired to come over to mine tonight?" Running his hands up my back so they dug into my shoulder blades Blaine's voice went back to coy and my face blushed bright red. Prada I was so turned on right now. This made it even harder to follow through with my plan.

"Um…" My teeth worried against my bottom lip, still pondering wussing out. "…I can't." Immediately my boyfriend's face dropped.

"Oh. Why not?"

"Um…" This was killing me. Blaine seemed to sense my reluctance and rubbed my shoulders again, moving his face in closer.

"We can study. If you want…" Argh.

"Blaine, don't." Now he looked disappointed.

"Kurt, if there's another reason why please tell me. No secrets remember." Well there was no going back now. Slipping my arms around his neck so he wouldn't run away I took a deep breath and spoke.

"Well…I just think…maybe…we should spend some time apart…"

"Are you breaking up with me?" The horror that spread across Blaine's face made my stomach drop.

"NO! NO not at ALL!" Frantically trying to prove my point I kissed him passionately, however afterwards Blaine pushed me away, confused.

"Then what? What is it?" I bit my lip again.

"Well, with what's been going on recently, all the stress that you've been under…maybe it's best if I don't add to it." Now fully understanding, my boyfriend sighed deeply.

"Oh Lord. Not you as well. Don't you think that maybe you are the only thing that alleviates my stress?" Now I paused. Really? I had never thought of it in that way. "That seeing you is the one thing that keeps me going through the day?" His arms now back round my waist I felt his fingers stroke my hipbone and his face rest against my forehead, breathing in my scent.

"Oh Kurt. Please don't take that away." Man. What had I been thinking?

"I'm sorry." Moving my own hands to stroke the back of his neck we stood in silence for a couple of seconds, just marvelling in each other. Gaga I loved him so much.

"You've not been talking to someone have you?" Blaine suddenly asked, pulling away to look me in the eye. "To prompt this?" Darn it. I sighed again.

"Maybe I spoke to Gabriel about it…" My boyfriend's eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh great. Gabriel. I bet he told you to call the time out too."

"Gabriel was just offering advice," I defended, hurt by his negative reaction, "which to a degree I agreed with. But now I've seen the other side and I promise if you need me I will be there." Staring up into Blaine's eyes trying to convey my conviction I sighed in relief when he relaxed, obviously accepting my apology.

"So are you coming over tonight?" He asked hopefully.

"Of course." I replied with a smile. "But we do need to study too."

"Ok boss. Whatever you say." Smiling, I pressed another kiss to his lips, before we walked off hand in hand down the corridor.

I looked away from my mirror at the sound of a knock on the door. Putting the final touches to my hair I skipped over and opened it with a flourish.

"Oh, hey Gabriel!" He looked happy to see me, a grin stretching across his face that I mirrored.

"You look lovely today." He commented, making me blush.

"Thank you. I was just sorting out my hair."

"Well it looks fabulous." Looking away to hide another flush of my cheeks I ran my fingers down my blazer nervously.

"So, what's up?"

"Well…" Gabriel smiled, "I was hoping if you were free we could have another tutoring session? I have a test tomorrow that I really wanna do well in." Oh darn.

"Ah." I replied, annoyed that I was going to be found out so easily. "I can't."

"Oh. Why not?" Gabriel looked upset. I looked away again, this time out of awkwardness and bit my lip.

"I'm spending the evening at Blaine's…"

"Kurt!" My friend sounded exasperated – when I gathered up the courage to look he had his hand on his hips and an unimpressed look on his face. "I thought you said you were going to give him space?"

"Yeah." I mumbled, still fiddling with my blazer. "I tried. But he needs me. He said I was the only thing keeping away his stress."

"Well, that's just the kind of emotional blackmail you want to avoid. But oh well. I guess I can see your point." Gabriel looked like he was going to leave – I felt guilt rush through he at the thought of upsetting him, but suddenly he stopped.

"Can I just show you something I found on the computer? It's this really cool programme I think we can use in our sessions."

"Um, yeah, ok." The hopefully look on his face had swayed me. After all – I wasn't due at Blaine's for another ten minutes. Five with Gabriel wouldn't hurt.

"Awesome. Thanks." A smile back on his face my friend sat down at my computer and began typing in an url.

"Oh." Suddenly he paused. "I can't remember the password." Turning around to me I was hit with those murky grey eyes once more. "Could you do me a favour and get it from my room? I wrote it down on a piece of paper – it should be on my desk." I pondered the request for a moment, wondering if I should make some jokey comment about him doing it himself, but then nodded my head.

"Yeah sure, I'll be one second."

To be honest – I'd been wanting to have a look around Gabriel's room for ages. There was something about him that was so intriguing that I was desperate to discover more. His room was another piece to the puzzle that was Gabriel Foston.

When I reached the door I gingerly pushed it open. Gabriel had told me it would be unlocked but I was wary of disturbing his roommate. Thankfully they didn't seem to be there. Stepping inside I scanned my eyes round the room. It was fairly tidy – it looked like it had been done recently and I wondered with a smile if Gabriel had been expecting visitors. There weren't many knick-knacks or pictures around like in my room – it seemed strange but I guessed everyone wasn't the same. For a second I just wandered around, peering at things and feeling very nosey, but eventually I looked for what I had actually come in for. Picking up the piece of paper on Gabriel's desk I hurried back to my room – hoping I hadn't been too long for it to look suspicious.

Upon re-entering my room Gabriel immediately turned round, smiling.

"Did you get it?" He asked. Handing over the paper with an equally large smile he nodded, before typing in the details. The site appeared and I leaned forward to look at it. It seemed like something we'd looked at in class.

"Oh yeah, Conners showed us this, it's pretty good." Gabriel immediately looked annoyed.

"Great." He said, stopping. "I just made you run off to my room for something that's not even new to you." He closed the window angrily and I immediately put my hand on his shoulder.

"Hey. You're not in my class. You wouldn't know that."

"I'm sorry, I'll leave you be now." Abruptly he stood up – I wanted to stop him but knew I would have to leave for Blaine's soon anyway.

"Hang out tomorrow?" I asked hopefully. At this Gabriel smiled and I relaxed.

"Sure. Have fun tonight." And with that, he was gone.

I'd barely knocked on the door to Blaine's room when it opened. My boyfriend was dressed in his pyjamas and I smiled at the homage to our previous romantic evenings together.

"Hi." He said, happy to see me but obviously disappointed that I was still clothed in my uniform.

"Bit early for bed isn't it?" I asked with a smile. Blaine responded by pulling me into the room and smashing our lips together.

"You look so cute in that blazer." He said after a couple of swipes over my teeth with his tongue, walking us backwards so he thunked softly against the wall and pressed my back towards him. "However I prefer it off." Hands slipped up my sides and I felt the heavy fabric loosen around my shoulder and fall to the floor. Man, how did he do that?

"Blaine." I breathed, trying to sound scolding but just seeming turned on. Not giving me time to say anything more my boyfriend pushed us forward and we stumbled towards the sofa. Gaga that piece of furniture was probably scarred for life from the make out scenes it had witnessed.

Falling down onto the cushions Blaine set about loosening my tie, pulling it slowly apart as he kissed me deeper and deeper, straddling me with his legs. I knew I should be stopping this right now but OH! Oh Sweet Gaga where did he have his hands? Blaine! Blaine…

"I love you." He whispered, lifting his head just above mine so he could stare into my eyes. Surely this was helping him with his stress. Surely there was no reason for me to end it here, I mean we were having fun…

"Kurt?" Suddenly Blaine stopped. I let out a whimpering noise, pulling him closer so our lips bumped together, but he didn't kiss me.

"Don't stop Blaine." I whined, poking out my tongue between the gap and trying to touch his teeth. My boyfriend pulled away.

"You looked, pained Kurt."

"What?" I still couldn't understand why we'd stopped, the ache in my lower body beginning to become unbearable.

"Just then, when we were kissing. You looked pained." Suddenly I realised and slumped down into the cushions, sighing. I'd been thinking so much about how Blaine might be stressing I'd ended up stressing out myself.

"What's wrong?" My boyfriend moved so he was lying beside me and I laughed, wrapping my arm around his waist.

"Nothing. Ironically I was worrying about you." Blaine looked puzzled.

"So I'm worrying about you worrying about me?" I smiled.

"Something like that." Returning the smile now he knew everything was ok, Blaine immediately went back to kissing me. I sighed as his tongue duelled with mine once more but knew this was the time to get serious.

"We still need to talk you know." I said, breaking away. Blaine whined in almost the exact way I had and I shoved him gently – wondering how we ever got anything done when we were both so in love with each other.

"About what's gone on."

"What's there to talk about? We know it's Xavier."

"But do you have any proof?"

"No. I just know." He went to kiss me again, obviously not wanting to go any further but I stopped him.

"Blaine. I thought we said we were going to be there for each other. And me letting you just push this under the rug is not being there for you."

"You could just let me kiss you, that would be being there for me." He mumbled, looking annoyed. I turned his face towards me and pressed a very chaste kiss to his lips.

"I love you no matter how bad things get. So I want you to tell me everything. Are you ok?" Finally Blaine seemed to give in. He stretched, revealing at bit of skin around his waist that had me blushing, and curled his arm around my shoulders, allowing me to snuggle in as he gently stroked my collarbone.

"I am actually. Things haven't been so bad lately. I think Xavier-" I shot him a knowing look, "-or whoever is doing this has laid off a bit. Plus I have you now to take my mind off things." As I looked up to see his smiling face staring back down at me I sighed, wondering how on earth I had ever found a boyfriend so perfect. Once all this was finally over with I was going to take him out on the most romantic date possible – show him how much I cared.

"What are you smiling about?" I realised Blaine must have noticed my expression and blushed, making him run his finger along my cheek as if he was savouring the colour.

"Just you. Being you."

"Well I'm glad I make you smile." He moved his hand to slide cheekily down my side, sliding into my trouser pocket before pulling something out of it.

"What's this?" Craning my head to look I laughed.

"Oh, just my memory stick." I'd brought it with me on the off chance of actually doing work – Gabriel must have knocked it off the floor when he'd used my computer because I'd had to search frantically for it before I'd left. Realising its purpose Blaine laughed, before pulling up us into a sitting position.

"Well come on. If you have work to do let's do it. You can bring my laptop here and I can help you."

"Or just distract me with your adorable charm." I replied with a smile.

"Or that."

As I bounded over to grab Blaine's laptop from his desk I stopped briefly to glance at the many photos of us stuck to his wall. There seemed to be a few more each time I visited. Pretty soon we were going to be able to fill a whole house with them.

"Why do you have this one up?" I said, untacking one of them and bringing it over as I returned to the sofa. Blaine opened up his arms so I could sit down and wrapped them around me, resting his chin on my shoulder and crossing his legs so he was almost like a human chair.

"My hair looks terrible in it." I pointed to the photo, stabbing a finger against my face accusationally and Blaine chuckled.

"Kurt – you could walk through a wind tunnel and then be pulled through a hedge backwards and you would still look completely gorgeous." He kissed me lightly on the nose and I sighed, trying to hide the immense flutter that rocked my heart.

"Now you know that's not true. Even Lady Gaga couldn't rock the 'backwards through a hedge look'" As we both laughed, the tone taking on a blissful quality that made every part of me burst with happiness, I logged onto the computer and smiled. Gabriel had been totally wrong. Blaine needed me and I needed him. It just wasn't good for us to be apart.

"What work do you need to do?" Blaine asked as his desktop flashed up, displaying many different folders all filled with three years work. Again his background was a picture of us and I waved the mouse around his face, circling it like a halo.

"Oh, just some Trig stuff. I feel like I need to get on top of things what with Gabriel almost at the same stage as me now." I plugged my memory stick in and opened it up to retrieve the file that contained the equation I'd been working on. "Here we are."

Suddenly the whole screen went black.

"What?" Confused I clicked the screen, wondering if I'd accidentally put it onto sleep. Nothing happened.

"What did you do?" Blaine asked, not sounding too concerned. I looked back at him, worried that this didn't seem to be normal for him.

"I don't know. I didn't do anything." Suddenly the screen started whirring again. I sighed in relief, moving the mouse about waiting for my work to reappear, before a message flashed up on the screen that made my blood run cold.

Deleting all files…

"WHAT?" Immediately I began to panic. Blaine went stiff, letting go of me and sitting up. My finger started pressing buttons rapidly, trying desperately to halt whatever was happening. This couldn't be happening. I hadn't even done anything.

"KURT WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Blaine shouted.

"I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW!" The green bar across the screen was moving further, deleting every file off Blaine's computer. Files he had spent years making.

"OH MY GAGA! OH MY GAGA!"

"THE MEMORY STICK! TAKE IT OUT!" Grabbing hold of my memory stick I yanked it out of the computer, thowing it across the room in sheer terror. The computer whirred to a stop, before shutting down completely.

Silence fell over the room. I didn't dare look back at Blaine for fear of what his expression would be. He had moved back into the sofa so no parts of us were touching anymore.

"Blaine I-"

"-Forget it." My boyfriend snapped, not even letting me continue. He went to stand up and I finally turned round, grabbing hold of his arm.

"Blaine I'm so sorry! I have no idea what happened I-"

"-What happened is that everything on my computer just got deleted! EVERYTHING!" The rage on his face scared me – I wanted to back away but knew it would be the excuse he needed.

"I didn't mean to! I swear!"

"Well it was your memory stick! You did this! Are you with them now? Are you trying to ruin my life too?" Oh Gaga. Tears had already begun to stream down my face and I knew they would do me no favours. Blaine shook my hand away like he was dealing with a pest and looked across the room, fuming.

"Of course not! Blaine I love you – I would never do anything to hurt you!"

"Get out." The words stung me like whiplash. No. This was not happening.

"Blaine, no, please-" I pleaded, fumbling to get off the sofa. My boyfriend spun round.

"You wanna be there for me? Then take this piece of crap," picking up the discarded memory stick off the floor and throwing it at me violently so I cowered away he spat his words, "and get out."

When I reached my room I was a mess. Looking down at the memory stick clutched in my hand I screamed, hurling it into my bin and hitting myself in the head with my hands several times. NO NO NO! This was not how things were supposed to go! How had that even happened? I hadn't seen on any sites, hadn't downloaded anything dodgy. And now everything on Blaine's computer was gone. Oh my Gaga.

Throwing myself onto my bed I tried frantically to think of all the times I had previously used my stick – anyone I might have leant it to. I wracked my brain so hard it began to hurt and I cried out again, smacking the bed with my fists. Suddenly however, a memory flashed up. Gabriel's visit. I hadn't given it to him, but maybe he'd borrowed it for something whilst I'd been out of the room.

Buoyed by my new inspiration I sat up, rubbing my face and scrabbling about for my phone. I needed to have a serious talk with him. Or even better – he was definitely in tonight. My feet hit the floor with new vigour and I marched towards the door. If Gabriel had done this, accident or not, then he-

"Gabriel?" I froze in the doorway – my mouth open in shock. The man of the moment stood in front of me – just the person I had been about to stalk over to and have a go at. He looked terrible.

"Oh my Gaga Gabriel what's wrong?" Pushing my anger aside I stepped forward, resting a hand gingerly on my friend's shoulder. Gabriel dragged his red tearstained face up to look at me and his lip trembled.

"Eli broke up with me."

It was like the last piece of energy had been drained from his body – Gabriel's feet suddenly gave way and I lunged forward to catch him before he tumbled to the floor. As I hauled him to his feet he suddenly began sobbing – large loud sobs that gradually grew into cries so I had to rub his back and rock us backwards and forwards.

"Oh Gabriel, I'm so sorry." I said soothingly, now completely forgetting my own problems to focus on this. "I'm so sorry."

Gabriel was surprisingly heavy, so it took me a while to drag him inside my room. Thankfully when we reached the bed he managed to regain enough strength to haul himself on, but then immediately started crying again. I jumped on beside him as quickly as I could and enveloped him in a hug.

"Gabriel, Gabriel," I said a comfortingly as I could, rubbing my hands up and down his shoulders "you have to tell me what happened. I'm here."

"Oh God." Gabriel spluttered, his voice strangled from the tears. "It was horrible." He went to start crying again but I pulled his face up towards mine and he composed himself. "I thought things were going so well. He was so perfect and, and I thought I loved him. But then ever since Regionals he started acting real funny – not returning any of my calls. And then…" more tears brimmed in his eyes, "…then he called and said it was over. He'd found someone else!" Not able to hold himself back any longer Gabriel cried out and I pulled him in towards me, allowing him to cry for a while so I felt my shirt beginning to get damp.

"Sssh," I said after a while, rocking us backwards and forwards gently, "sssh…" The emotions were all too familiar – for a second I was taken back to last winter – huddled against Scott on my bed with my face raw and my throat sore from howling. I knew how gutted I had felt with Blaine – like my whole life had been sucked up and made meaningless. I was going to stand by Gabriel and help him whatever.

For a while we didn't say anything. Gabriel slipped his arms round me and I didn't pull away, just tightened my grip on him and stroked his hair softly. When he finally spoke again I looked at him with care in my eyes.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, his voice still cracked and tired. "I'm sorry for putting this on you."

"No, sssh, it's fine Gabriel." I tried to reply, not wanting to stress him out more.

"Weren't you supposed to be with Blaine? What happened?" I sighed, not wanting to have to bring it up.

"Something happened. An accident. Blaine got mad at me."

"Blaine got mad?" My friend sat up, worry on his face. "You have to go and talk to him! Sort this out!" He went to get to his feet but I pulled him down, making his face crash against my chest.

"No. That's not important now. What's important is you. That you're ok." I locked my eyes with his – trying to make it as clear as possible that this was what I wanted. To be honest I was glad to think about something else for a while. For a second Gabriel just stared at me, his gaze taking on a quality I hadn't seen before. Then he sighed.

"Oh Kurt. Everything is such a mess."

"I know." I replied, letting him bury his head into the base of my neck and shake some more as new tears began to fall. "I know…"