I am a liar and my pants are on fire. This was not updated anywhere near the deadline I set for myself! I am so freaking sorry for the incredibly long wait and I beg for the forgiveness of any of the beautiful people with this fic on alert.

One Million Loves Before Me

Chapter 3

by: orangepumpkins

Seeing Blaine off as he went to the ice rink that he and Mickey agreed to meet up at, Kurt waved and smiled before closing the dormitory building's door. The instant the door was closed, the counter-tenor allowed himself to sigh in self pity due to the absence of anyone else in the hall…or so Kurt thought.

"Hey Kurt, there's spinach salad today! I know how much you love it! Let's go to the dinning hall!" A voice called from the main stairs.

Raising his ducked head to look at the speaker, Kurt replied, "Oh. Alright. I'll be there later; I'm not very hungry right now. And if you excuse me Jeff, I think I need to make a phone call." With that, Kurt walked towards the stairs to go to his room.

The blonde looked at Kurt sympathetically. "If this is about Blaine, you do know that you can talk to one of your friends here about it, right? Namely, me."

Despite having already passed Jeff on the stairs at this point, Kurt turned around to face the blonde and questioned, "What the hell are you talking about?" but just before Jeff could answer, one of the clubs had let out and there was now a group of hungry teenage boys all over the hall. Huffing, Kurt dragged Jeff by the wrist all the way to his room. "Speak." He ordered when the two of them were safe from unwanted ears behind the heavy, oak door.

Not noticing Kurt's cringe as he did so, Jeff proceeded to take a seat at the foot of Kurt's bed, crinkling the brunette's expensive and hard to wash, silk coverlet at the same time. "Speak about what?"

Giving him a toned down version of one of his bitch glares, Kurt replied, "Oh you know what I mean. What did you mean when you said 'if this is about Blaine, yada yada yada'."

Jeff stared at Kurt in disbelief before finally managing to utter, "You're kidding me, right? Or do you actually have no idea?"

"...I may have an idea or two, but I wish to know if we happen to share the same idea."

Chuckling slightly, Jeff smiled. "You had no idea that you practically ooze love for him, do you?

Shocked, Kurt dramatically brought a hand up to his chest and aghastly replied, "That is lie! I do no such thing!"

Raising his eyebrow, as if to say, "Psh! Bitch, please." Jeff simply glanced back at the countertenor. "Do I need to list examples and bring out evidence?"

"Depends on what type of evidence you have."

With a serious face, Jeff replied back after a moment of pondering. "Christmas party. Nick's mystery drink. You a bit more than tipsy."

Rushing to cover the blonde's mouth with his hand, Kurt warned, "And now is your cue to shut up. Right?"

Swatting away the hand, Jeff chuckled and put up two thumbs in confirmation. "Got it." Patting the spot of bed next to him, Jeff continued with a grin."Talk to me. Tell me your worries, dear friend of mine."

Grimacing at the idea of wrinkling his coverlet even more, Kurt finally sat down after the continuous insistence of Jeff. And somehow, due to the coercing of Jeff, Kurt came out completely to the blonde. From hopelessly falling for Blaine, to the constant frustration of his obliviousness, and to being stuck between a rock and a hard place while helping Blaine with his "soul mates". By the end of Kurt's rant, dinner was more or less over and Kurt was out of breath. "And sometimes...sometimes it just feels like he'll go through a million loves before he will even bother glancing in my direction." the feminine boy finished, putting his head in his hands.

Unsure of what to do, Jeff said the first time that popped into his head."Replace him."

"What?" Kurt replied, looking up.

"If Blaine is oblivious to your charms, don't waste them! Put them to use and replace Blaine in your heart with another guy!"

"Jeff, I don't believe it can be that simple. I've been pining over Blaine for months! I can't just forget about one guy by going out with another!"

"You never know." the blonde shrugged back. Then checking his phone for the time, he added, "I'm hungry, want to split a pizza? We missed dinner."

Sighing, Kurt's growling stomach made him follow his friend out of his dorm room and towards the pizza place a block away from campus.

Later that night, as Kurt and Jeff sat eating the remainder of their pizza together while gossiping over homework, Blaine burst into the room.

"Okay! Did it really sound like I was interested?" Jeff asked.

"hmmm...yeah. It kind of did..." Kurt replied with a chuckle.

"Well I'm sorry if you can't handle not having this hunk of meat," Jeff replied, gesturing to himself, "but as I'm sure you are aware, I am still content in having the sexual tension with Nick...though he keeps on denying it..."

"Oh don't worry; I had no intention of trying to steal your heart. The Warblers have a pool going to see how long it will take for Nick to pounce you, and I've put in quite a bit of my money."

"Oh really now? Do you think I can get in on that?" Jeff asked, amused.

"Ask Wes, but I'm sure you can."

All of a sudden, Kurt's door opened silently and a depressed looking Blaine shuffled in and sat on Kurt's desk chair which was currently unoccupied since both Kurt and Jeff were sprawled out on Kurt's bed.

The smiles dropping from their faces, the pair greeted their shorter, stockier friend.

"Hey Blaine!" Jeff tried in a false, happy mood, trying to lighten the air. At Blaine's unenthusiastic nod, he began to add, "Perhaps it is time for me to leave now." But was cut off by Kurt's glare before he could utter the complete sentence.

Through the glare, Jeff could practically hear Kurt grit through his teeth, you can't leave me with him like this! I don't know what to do anymore!

Staring back, Jeff tried relaying the message, won't I just make it more awkward?!

I don't care! Please! Just keep me in line, and make sure I don't say anything I shouldn't!

Fine. Jeff finally agreed, rolling his eyes.

Mean while, Blaine was too engrossed in self pity to notice the staring contest that his two fellow warblers were having, and let out another sigh.

Changing his position so that he was sitting on his feet, Kurt asked cautiously, "S-so how'd it go tonight?"

"I don't want to talk about it…" Blaine pouted in response. As the two taller boys gave each other a look of frustration, Blaine seemed to suddenly change his mind. "What does it mean if someone totally flirts with you, but on the actual date, he seems offended and doesn't seem to want to talk?"

"What do you mean?" Jeff questioned.

"Well the beginning of the date went pretty well, but and then suddenly, he seemed to turn sour. I asked him why and he said that I should know perfectly well, and then we had some big argument, and…well, I don't think we'll be going out again anytime soon…"

"And what were you talking about before he turned sour?" Kurt asked.

"I don't know; random things? We were talking at the restaurant and we were talking about….about skating! Yeah, we were talking about skating and clothes!" Blaine exclaimed, excitedly before simmering down, remembering that he was supposed to be sad. "I kept on falling every time Mikey let go of me, and he mentioned how I would have probably ruined my nice looking clothes if we continued any longer."

"They do look nice." Jeff interjected, adding a "What?" when Kurt glared at him.

"Continue, Blaine." Kurt motioned.

"I laughed and said that I should probably have been more careful, considering I almost skated over my scarf—sorry by the way, Kurt—and possibly damaged the seat of my coat from sliding on the ice so much." Blaine grinned nervously as he glanced at a furious Kurt, who jumped up and ripped the coat from the stockier boy and rushed to treat the damage and stains. Raising his voice so Kurt could still hear from his washroom, Blaine continued. "And then after that, Mikey seemed to get a bit annoyed after that and we kept on talking over our pasta until the conversation just got too strained and..yeah…"

"And yeah, for some reason he just blew up and you got into a fight?" Jeff guessed. At Blaine's nod, he asked, "and what did he say when he first blew up?"

Knitting his eyebrows together, Blaine strained himself to remember. "Something along the lines of, 'Don't you ever shut up about him?' "

"What were you talking about just before that?" Kurt yelled from his sink.

"The Warblers? I'm not really sure which "him" I apparently keep on talking about…."

Jeff sighed knowingly then glanced over at the obvious "him" through the washroom door, who's shoulders had tensed, obviously aware of who Mikey meant.

"Blaine! Go get some laundry detergent, please!"

"What? Why me? I just got my heart broken!" the soloist complained.

"Yeah, and it's happened more than enough times! You'll live…unless if you choose not to get the detergent for me and ruin my favourite coat of yours, then in that case, you'll die by my hands."

Sighing Blaine knew that he probably would get over it, and winked at Jeff. "See what I have to put up with? He puts clothes that aren't even his ahead of one of his best friend's hearts." Then raising his voice, he added, "I'm still depressed! And you're a tyrant for making me do things!"

Jeff chuckled in return. And as Blaine shut the door behind him, the blonde went to stalk the countertenor. "So, it seems like despite his lack of romantic feelings, his romantic interests are getting tired of hearing about you…and he isn't even aware that he's talking about you!" Jeff taunted jokingly, leaning against the frame of the bathroom door.

"I'll do it." Kurt stated.

"What?"

"Try replacing Blaine in my heart or whatever. I'll do it."

"Why the sudden change of heart?" the blonde questioned.

Sighing and holding onto to Blaine's jacket, Kurt replied, "No one is happy. I pine over him as he rambles on about some guy, his dates get mad because of me, and then that leads to Blaine being unhappy and trying to mend his heart break with another guy. It's a never ending circle, and I want out."

"Hmm. a seemingly mature decision, Mr. Hummel." Jeff said in a bad impersonation of Dean Michaels, head of Dalton. Then, reaching up to pet the shorter teen's head before making a run for it, he added, "I'm proud."

"Jeff Sterling!"

author's note:

Once again, I am so so so so sorry about the hiatus (which I did mention on my profile if you were wondering). I had writer's block and had no idea what I wanted to do with the plot, so i guess bad planning went into play. But not to worry, dear readers! I have a general idea as for what to do for the next chapter...but then no idea for the one after that..hahaha...please don't hate me :(

Anyways, with the plot idea that I have, this story will most likely ending within 2-4 chapters. Also, this fic probably won't be filled with as much angst (really, barely any at all) some of you were hoping for, but I can't write for shit, so once again I apologize.

Reviews, whether they are to tell me how pissed off you are at me for making you wait so long, or to tell me what you think of my pathetic excuse for a story, are welcome.

Also, I'm not going to set a deadline, because that worked so well last time. So! I'll hope to update soon...:/