AN: Oh, the "Born this way" episode was so very much inspiring (yes, I know those words are redundant… but I'm going for emphasis at the moment)! I got tackled by so many ideas that, apparently this will have more than two chapters. Not sure how many, but, so far, at least five.

I blame "GLee", entirely.

This story is mine, but it is still under fanfiction. Honestly, Math isn't so hard!

Chapter 2: My proposal

"Go out with me."

The words were out of my mouth before I could even think of opening it. It seemed like a horrific idea, yet some part of me thought it was genius. I do wish my brain would make up its mind, as it tends to make moments like this a complete mess.

Kurt is looking at me as if three feet have just sprouted off my nose, with six toes each. His eyes are screaming "What the hell?", and I can't help but to feel that they have a point. Anyone would think what he's probably thinking right now: there can only be two reasons for such an invitation, and it's either some sort of affection, or pity. God help me if I were asking him out for the latter.

I can see the emotions that cross his face as he is once again at a loss for words. His eyebrows strain a bit when Kurt initially wants to rebuke me with some sort of offensive remark, then his eyes look sideways, taking a deep breath when he decides not to, and, finally, not able to look at me, he casts those gray pools to the mattress. "You don't have to do that," is all he whispers to me, voice so strained, I'm sure Kurt is holding back tears.

"Yes, I do," comes my automatic reply. This time I am not surprised. The last thing I want to do is to hurt him.

A questioning glance is directed towards me with a thoughtful expression. "Why?"

Why? Well, I have no idea. All I know is I just made a big mistake, and I don't want to hurt my best friend… not now, by refusing him again, nor anywhere in the future, when he would be bound to find out I do not return his feelings. In other words, I don't have the option of being honest anymore, which is not something I am comfortable with… or that I am good at.

After a few seconds of considering, I try sincerity, simply because he'll know if I don't, and that would only make things worse.

"Because I owe you that much, Kurt. I'm not going to lie. You know I don't feel that way for you, but I might if we give this a shot." I try to convince him.

Maybe I should have risked lying after all, I think, when his face furrows immediately into an angry scowl.

"I'd rather not. We won't do anything we already don't, so what's the difference?" he asks me, the stingy tone in his voice is very clear.

I can honestly say I hadn't thought about it. Somehow, the idea of going on a date seemed to be the most productive, as if suddenly I would be able to look at him like that. However, Kurt has a point. He is completely correct when he says we would do nothing diverse.

If the problem is variability, though, perhaps I can do that right here, right now. Perhaps, if I kiss him now, I will feel some sort of the spark I must have felt last night, but, at least, I would be decidedly less drunk this time.

I make up my mind, and I bring my face closer to his before I can get second thoughts. I see the alarm rise up to his eyes before I close mine, and I can feel my breath mingle with his… but I don't feel his lips. Actually, what I do feel is a big push on my chest, followed by some pain as I hit the ground, escaping the comfortable warmth of the smooth covers. Not long after, a door closes loudly, and I realize Kurt has just locked himself in his bathroom.

Obviously, the kissing idea was out… and I am left with a puzzled brain. I thought he would be happy. I know Kurt likes me, that he cares for me in ways I can only hope to return someday. So isn't he supposed to be happy that I tried to kiss him? I have always fantasized how joyful it would be to be kissed by the person I liked, and I imagined it would be the same for everyone else, or, at least, for Kurt.

So why did I get pushed away? Does he not like me anymore? Is he traumatized by last night? Did I do something to him on this bed that was irksome? Oh, Lord. Maybe I have some fetish even I am unaware of… I can only hope it won't ruin whatever we might still have.

One thing is certain, I'm not ingesting alcohol anytime soon, if ever.

Right now, though, there's not much I can do, so, as I sit down on the floor, messed up between sheets. My eyes lurk around, trying to find my clothes, and I hope I manage to get in them before anyone comes up to this awkward situation.

It doesn't take much to find my red blouse on top of the square-shaped puffs, carefully folded. Apparently Kurt managed to remove it before setting me to bed. As I look around a little more, it becomes obvious that I wasn't as careful, a fact clearly proved by my other pieces of clothing scattered everywhere, with his in equally different places. I can't help but stifle a gasp as I find my underwear on top of his vanity. How it got there, I'm hoping I don't manage to remember.

I immediately get up to fetch it, and my body is reflected by the looking glass. Only now I see several red markings on it, especially on my shoulders, my arms and, as I turn around, on the upper part of my back too. Yet more evidence of how insistent I must have been.

Sighing, I grab my boxers and put it back on, searching for the rest of my clothes as I do so, and hurrying to get dressed. When I am done, I think for a minute, hesitating, before knocking on the bathroom door.

"Kurt?" I call, voice a little low, but still audible, but there is no answer. I try again, this time a little louder, but still trying to avoid the attention of his family, who may or may not know that I am here.

This time, he does answer, though not so pleasantly. "Blaine, please, just go!" He says, but I can tell he is straining his voice again.

"Kurt, come on, let's talk about this." I plead, but he'll have none of it.

"Just… Blaine, please, get some water and go home. We can talk about this some other time… just not now."

There is silence after he says that, because I don't know what to say. I have no will to force anything else on him, but I do not want to part like this either. Reluctantly, however, I decide on the former, judging it to be far less damaging, and taking refuge in the knowledge that my friend is still somewhat worried for me.

"See you later." I whisper, hoping to hear a reply.

A muffled "yeah" is all that reaches my ears before I head out.

~!GLEE!~

Talking to Kurt at school wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I thought about waiting for him at the parking lot or at the front gate, but, afraid he would feel somewhat stalked, I decided it would be best to just let our meeting happen naturally. After all, we do have some classes together, so it wasn't so difficult.

The minute he walked in the room, I felt the air grow stale all around, the only exception being the sweet odor of Kurt's morning shampoo.

Unexpectedly, he came straight to me, greeting me good morning and sitting at the desk beside me. The only difference from any other day was that he was obviously trying to have as minimum eye contact with me as possible. He wasn't completely avoiding it, but he was not generally looking at me like he always did. Somehow, not having him do that bothered me.

He was not talking about last night either, in a clear attempt to just forget the whole thing… but, at least, we were talking, albeit a little awkwardly. The topics ranged from lessons, classes and teachers, to gossips, clothes, places we'd like to see and a lot of other things. I almost felt normality install itself back between is. Before we knew it, we were at the Lima Bean, getting our preferred coffee orders.

Just when I thought everything was going as usual, and that maybe I should forget everything if that's what Kurt wanted, my phone rang, and I fetched it from a pocket in my coat. Surprised at the name displayed, I answered the call.

"Hi, Rachel." I greet her, and, hearing what she has to say, the conversation soon ends. "Sure. Ok. See you then. Bye." I reply before hanging up. "Rachel just asked me out!"

I thought he would laugh at the idea, but, instead, Kurt looks at me strangely. "What?" I ask.

He gives me a scowl in return, hissing his retort. "You did not just agree to go out with Rachel Berry, right here, in front of me."

I arch an eyebrow. "So, what's your problem with that? You rejected me, remember? I did ask you out first." I reply defensively, not understanding why he was getting irritated with me, when he was the one who refused to go on a date with me.

Kurt's features are overtaken by surprise, quickly overruled by barely contained anger. "You're gay, Blaine! If you have any doubts about that, Lord help me, I will smack you!"

This time, I am the one surprised. I have never seen him get violent before, and I never even thought he could. However, it doesn't stop me from replying, my voice dripping with sarcasm I cannot hold back, "I'm trying to help you ignore what happened, OK? Since that is what you so obviously want. I'm moving on!"

"We never had anything for you to move on from!" Kurt quarrels back angrily, his eyes shining now.

"Exactly," the cold reply slips from my lips before I can reign it in. It is true, nonetheless, and I have yet to understand why he is suddenly so angry at me. Deciding I don't want to hear anymore, I get up and leave.

I have a date in two hours to get ready for.

TBC

AN: It doesn't matter that I got really mad at Rachel for this, I'm still using it to my advantage. I was actually going to do something entirely different, but a few ideas hit my head and I thought, hey, why not? XP

Was the chapter short? Yes, it was. Unfortunately, I got used to writing posts, not long chapters, so the way I structure a story is generally by short scenes... Hence the shortness.

Reviews are welcomed, even if you just want to point out mistakes.

Type ya next!