So I decided to go back to first person, but I think it will vary which boy. Let me know which POVs you like, I'd really love feedback. Thanks so much for the favoriting and alerting and all! And a special thanks to my first reviewers megs2011 and Marauder Starkid! I'm glad you guys like my writings! :) Also, I'd love some prompts if any of you have ideas! I don't like to go off the show too much though, so I probably won't do any like Blaine and Kurt go to Pigfarts :P Also I don't do smut or mpreg and I won't do something if I feel like it's overdone. For the most part, I like to do scenes or realistic scenarios.

"Do you have any paper I can borrow? Puck used all mine to make paper planes." I asked, turning to my love hopefully. Kurt's breathtaking smile lit up his face as he sifted through a pile of notebooks on his dresser.
We were studying French together, or rather, he was tutoring me. Kurt could speak French better than anyone I knew and besides, nothing was sexier than hearing him translate root-verbs.
He grabbed one of the notebooks randomly, handing me the bonded mess of paper.
"You mean, avez-vous tout papier?"
Nodding shamefully, I blushed, opening the book to a random page. Fashion designs covered the pages, along with...
"Kurt?" I gasped.
"Yah?" he murmured distractedly. I was silent, taking in the scribbles. The bed lurched as Kurt leaned over my shoulder.
"What is it, Bla-" he stopped, noticing the page.
"Oh."
"Yah..." My voice trailed off. What the hell was this?
Between drawing if corsets and top hats were hearts. All of them clearly stating:
"Finn Hudson & Kurt Hummel 4EVER"
I took a deep breath.
"I don't understand."
Kurt attempted to yank the notes out of my hands, but I pulled them away, studying them.
When did Kurt have a crush on Finn! And more importantly, when was he going to tell me about it?
I began flipping through the pages, absorbing the doodles.
"Blaine, it was ages ago! It was just a silly schoolboy crush!" He looked insanely flustered. His pale face was turning pink and his eyes were filled with regret and shame. I was about to let it go when a new page caught my eye.
"Britney!" I cried.
"No! I mean, yes, but I-" He reached out once more, attempting to grab the evidence.
"'Brit oh Brit, how I admire your wit'?" I recited, standing up to escape my supposedly honest boyfriend's attacks.
"'Your lips taste like rootbeer'!" I fought to keep my voice down, shock and anger racing through my mind. Kurt looked like he was going to cry.
"Yes- Okay, yes! We, we had a small affair caused by my silly insecurity!"
"So you wrote her a freaking ode?" I threw the notebook onto the bed disgustedly. By now I was on feet, passing the floor. Kurt's tear-filled eyes mine.
"Blaine, please. She made me write it! I, I didn't mean to not tell you. It wasn't a big deal! I pretended to be straight cause I thought my dad would love me more if I did, I-"
"What did you and Britney- The girl you've had sleepiness with- do? Kiss, hold hands? I thought I was your first significant other! Just tell me what you did and whether or not you still do it."
Kurt swallowed, staring at the floor.
"We made-out," he muttered.
I let out a angry grunt.
"When?" I asked, not knowing if I wanted to know the answer.
"Sophomore year... It was silly and stupid and meaningless! It doesn't even count! She's just a stupid girl! And I have never cheated on you with BRITNEY S. PIERCE!"
"Yah know, it's funny cause a while back, I remember YOU lecturing ME on 'experimenting' and how ridiculous it was! You're such a hypocrite!"
Kurt's eyes grew fierce.
"Britney was different! I knew who I was, I just didn't like myself. I was insecure! I was sad! You were just fooling around!"
"At least I didn't take advantage of a poor girl with the IQ of a five year old!" I ran my fingers through my curls, tears stinging my skin. Suddenly, the reality of what I was doing hit me like Britney Spears.
I'm fighting with Kurt,
The one boy who understood me. The one I had told I loved only a few months ago. The one person who I could be me around.
No one can touch us, or what we have,
Fear flung itself through my veins as I recalled Kurt's words at prom. Nobody else could tough us, but what about us hurting each other?
I turned to Kurt, heavy with regret. He was staring at me with huge eyes, tears streaming down his rosy cheeks.
"Oh Kurt," I sighed, reaching out to stroke a tear away. He fell into my arms, shoulders shaking.
"Oh sweetheart what are we doing?" His lips brushed mine as he touched my face, wiping away my tears as well.
"I'm so sorry," whispered my love.
"No, I'm sorry," I breathed.
We lay down and I curled into his waiting arms, closing my eyes.
I was home.