I'm on a bit of a role here with ideas so I'm writing them all out before I change my mind or forget, I hope you guys don't mind. Chapter 5 should also be finished today, I'll see how it goes.

Got a bit of Kurt's point of view in this chapter, always nice to see a story from both perspectives.

Enjoy :)

Day 19

"BLAINE!" Quinn shouted.

"What?" Blaine answered, turning his head to look at her.

"Did you hear anything I just said?" Quinn had an annoyed look on her face and her arms were folded across her chest.

"No… no I didn't I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"You've been weird recently, what's wrong with you?" Quinn was getting increasingly frustrated with Blaine's behaviour. He'd been cancelling on dates, not returning texts and been in a daze whenever she saw him around school.

"Nothing's wrong," Blaine insisted. "I'm sorry; I've just had a lot on my mind."

"Okay…." said Quinn slowly. "But I'm supposed to be your girlfriend Blaine. I'm supposed to be the one you talk to about stuff that's on your mind. What's going on?"

"It's nothing for you to worry about Quinn," Blaine said. "Please just drop it. Tell me what you were saying, I'm listening now."

"Okay, well if you're sure. Basically, I was at cheerleading practice yesterday and Coach Sylvester said that my thighs were the size of an American footballer and I'd obviously followed Santana's lead and had a boob job coz my boobs looked like two relatively deflated basketballs, how rude is that? Anyway, I…" Quinn continued with her story but Blaine zoned out again. They were in the lunch hall and he was staring over at Kurt who was sitting on a table on the other side of the room with Mercedes and Rachel, laughing and joking around. His mind wondered back to earlier in the week when Kurt had been at his house. When he'd seen Kurt's body and touched his face. When he'd received that text from him later saying, "Hi Blaine, it's Kurt. I just wanted to text to say thank you again for helping me out today, I really appreciate it. My dad wasn't exactly happy when he saw my face and will be coming in to school tomorrow to see Figgins. I also wanted to say that I, of course, won't tell anyone about what happened. To quote you, I'm not… that guy. But I would just like to say, I did like it when you touched me. I'll see you around and thanks again". Kurt had liked it when Blaine had touched him. Blaine had liked it too of course but he couldn't decide what to do. He missed Kurt when he wasn't with him now. They'd been getting on so well in class over the last few days. They'd been having such a laugh, chatting about music and Kurt had, naturally, taken the piss out of him for his Katy Perry poster.

"Hey," Blaine had said, his face straightening in a mock serious fashion. "That woman is a goddess. You should talk about her with more respect!"

"Respect?" Kurt had laughed. "The woman can't exactly sing can she? She deserves to be respected for what? Her talent for miming along to an auto tuned backing track?"

Blaine smiled to himself as he remembered this. Blaine had turned away from Kurt and not spoken to him for a solid five minutes until Kurt had apologised and promised to worship her from now on.

"Blaine!" Quinn shouted. "I've had enough; you're not listening to me again. I'm going now. Decide whether I'm interesting enough for you to listen to, otherwise I really do not want to be with you anymore. I'm deadly serious." Quinn shot up out of her seat and made a bee line for the exit, not looking back at Blaine who sat there dumbfounded.

Blaine looked at his hands. Was he wrong for staying in this relationship with Quinn when he had feelings for someone else? He looked up and saw Kurt looking over at him.

"Are you okay?" Kurt mouthed. Blaine shrugged so Kurt excused himself from Mercedes and Rachel and came to sit opposite Blaine.

"What's up?" Kurt asked. "Argument with Quinn?"

"You could say that," Blaine said. "She just gave me an ultimatum. I have to decide whether I actually want to be with her and if I do I need to put in more of an effort."

"And… do you want to be with her?" Kurt wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer to this question. His feelings for Blaine had inflated more and more since going to Blaine's house and he wanted nothing more than for Blaine to decide he wanted to be with him.

"I… I don't know," Blaine whispered, looking back down at his hands.

"Blaine," Kurt said. Blaine looked back up at the boy opposite him. Kurt's face was getting better. The bruise on his nose was pretty much gone, the cut on his lip still visible but his lip was a normal size and his eye looked less angry. "Blaine, I don't want to tell you what to do. But maybe… maybe you shouldn't be with her. Maybe you need to give yourself some time alone to figure out what you want?" Blaine nodded slowly, processing this thought.

"Yes," Blaine said. "Yes I know you're right. I know you are. But ending it off with Quinn… it feels like I'm accepting my other feelings and I don't know if that's what I want yet."

"I know," said Kurt, smiling weakly. "I'm not expecting you to come running up and kiss me immediately after ending it, don't worry." Blaine looked at Kurt, his eyes fierce. The problem was, that was exactly what he wanted to do. Blaine shook his head, ridding his brain of these thoughts.

"No, you are right though," Blaine said. "I'll end it with her after school today. Quick and painful, that's the way to do it." Kurt smiled and nodded.

"Look Quinn," Blaine said, picking his words carefully. They were standing outside Quinn's front gate, Blaine having walked her home from school. "You were right earlier. Something is wrong."

"I knew it," Quinn said quietly. "Who is she?"

"No, there is no 'she'," said Blaine, not exactly lying. "I just… something's changed for me. I can't put my finger on it at the moment, but it would be wrong of me to stay with you while I figure it out. I can't be what you need me to be at the moment. I'm really sorry and I just really hope we can still be friends."

"You think," said Quinn slowly. "That you can just dump me and we can be friends? Just like that? Well I'll tell you something, I don't want to be with YOU anyway! So I'm the one ending it with YOU. It's over Blaine. Now just leave me alone please." Quinn turned on her heel and slammed her front door leaving Blaine out on the street alone.

Blaine sighed. That went better than he had thought it would. Yes, she manipulated it so it looked as if she ended it with him so in school on Monday she could tell everyone that she had ended it with him instead of telling everyone that she had been dumped but he didn't really care. He had bigger things to worry about other than people asking him how upset he was about being dumped. He would go along with her charade for her sake and tell people that she had dumped him; anything for a quiet life.

Blaine walked down the street toward his own home.

"Hey honey!" his mum called out as he entered the house. "There's lasagne in the microwave for you to have for dinner, ok?"

"What?" Blaine said, as his mum came into view descending the stairs. "Where're you going?"

"Your father and I have that charity ball to go to tonight, remember?" Well that explained why she was all dressed up. "Invite Quinn over if you want."

"Oh no, mum," Blaine said. "Quinn and I ended about ten minutes ago."

"Oh baby," his mum gasped and pulled him into a hug. "Oh honey, do you want me to cancel tonight?"

"No, not at all," Blaine said. "Seriously, I'm not upset. It came to a natural end; things just weren't right between us. You go have fun."

"Ok honey, if you're sure," his mum said, rubbing his shoulder. "Well I'm meeting your father in town so I'll be going now, I'm already late. I'll see you tomorrow as you'll probably be in bed by the time we get home."

"Have a good time mum," Blaine called.

"Thanks Blaine!" his mum slammed the front door shut and Blaine was left standing in the hallway alone. He went through to the living room and threw himself onto the sofa, switching on the TV with the remote. He watched the TV mindlessly, not really taking it in. Suddenly, he had an idea. He pulled out his phone and sent a text to Kurt: "Hi. Family out for evening. EXTREMELY upset about my finished relationship. Fancy keeping me company?"

Blaine went to the kitchen to get a drink and when he came back he already had a reply from Kurt: "Well how can I say no to that? Be over in 30." Oh my god, he was actually going to come. Blaine stared blankly at the television. He went upstairs deciding to get changed, putting on a pair of black skinnies and a striped t-shirt. He couldn't believe how nervous he was.

Kurt walked up Blaine's garden path and took a deep breath before knocking. He was nervous and he didn't know why. He'd dated a few guys before when he was at Dalton and had never been as nervous as this. Perhaps it was because Blaine was so popular or because Blaine had seen him in such a vulnerable position.

Blaine opened the door to his home. He looked breathtaking. His top was just tight enough for Kurt to make out his exact figure, tight enough over his shoulders and arms for Kurt to see his muscular frame. His olive skin and dark eyes and curls contrasted against the white stripes of his top, making him look tanned and flawless.

"Hi," said Blaine, taking a deep breath. "Come in." He stood aside so Kurt could enter and closed the door behind him. Blaine was clearly just as nervous as he was, this putting Kurt at ease a bit.

"We'll go upstairs," said Blaine quietly, leading Kurt up. Kurt watched as Blaine took careful deliberation over his CD shelf and chose one, putting it into the stereo system and then pressing play. It was an Imagine Dragons album that Kurt had been listening to non-stop for several weeks.

"I love this album," Kurt said smilingly.

"Really?" Blaine said, smiling back, relieved he'd chosen an appropriate CD. "Me too!"

Blaine started to sing along to the song.

"I wanna hide the truth, I wanna shelter you.

But with the beast inside, there's nowhere we can hide."

The song continued and Kurt was shocked by how talented Blaine was. How did he not know about this? He was hitting every note and Kurt found that he was making it his own even though the original was playing behind him.

"Wow," Kurt said as the song came to an end. "You're amazing."

"Nooo," Blaine said. "I'm not that good; it's just a bit of fun."

"No seriously Blaine," Kurt said. "You have a gift."

"Well that's nice of you to say," Blaine said, trying to hide a smile.

"Why don't you join Glee club?" Kurt asked.

"I did last year for a bit," Blaine said. "It just wasn't really my scene."

"You mean you became less popular because of it?"

"Well if I'm honest then yes, that's the main gist of it."

"I see." Kurt said. Well if Blaine couldn't even be a part of Glee club because he was so worried about keeping his popularity in tact then surely Kurt had no chance here. What was he doing?

"It's different with you," Blaine whispered, looking at the floor, reading Kurt's mind. Kurt stood with his head cocked to one side, studying Blaine's body language.

"Blaine," Kurt said, taking a step closer to him. "Why did you invite me here?"

"I'm not sure," Blaine said. "I guess I wanted to see you. Now I'm no longer with Quinn, I wanted to see if things were different now that I have no commitments elsewhere." Kurt nodded slowly and sat himself down on the edge of Blaine's bed.

"So," Blaine said, pulling out his wooden chair and sitting on it backwards. "How long have you known you were gay?"

"I've always known I think," Kurt said. "I've never known any other way. I've never fancied a girl in my life. I didn't know if it was perhaps because I attended an all boys' school and never really met any girls and that that was the reason I hadn't fancied one. But coming to McKinley has just made me know for sure I suppose."

"Have you had any boyfriends?" Blaine asked timidly. Kurt nodded.

"Yes but it was never anything serious," Kurt said. "And in answer to your next question, yes I have kissed a boy before but no I haven't ever done anything more than that."

"That wasn't going to be my next question actually," Blaine joked.

"Have you had sex with Quinn?" Kurt asked.

"Yes," Blaine said. "Just her though."

"And it didn't feel wrong or anything?"

"No… well it didn't at first. After I met you it did." Kurt gaped, astounded at Blaine's honesty.

"The first day I met you," Blaine continued. "I had sex with Quinn in the boys' bathroom at school. I think perhaps to convince myself again that the brief and sudden feelings I'd had for you when I met you were exactly that… brief and sudden. I left the bathroom feeling straight again. But then of course, seeing you the next day made me realise it hadn't worked."

"You're being very open," Kurt said. "I don't mind of course, but if you don't mind, I was wondering why."

"Because I'm still so confused!" Blaine said exasperated, rising from his chair. "I don't understand what's happening to me. I just… this has never happened to me before. I've never felt so comfortable yet uncomfortable with someone. I feel like I know you, like I've met you before. The second I saw you I just knew. I don't know what to do here, this is all so new to me. Please… help me?" Kurt stared at Blaine, the second boy looked so desperate, in dire need of his help but Kurt didn't know how. Kurt had known he was gay practically all of his life; he'd never needed someone to help him decide that. He'd never had someone feel this way about him before either, both of the boys that he'd dated were brief affairs and involved minimal feelings.

"Blaine," Kurt said, rising from the bed. "You helping me the other day the way that you did… no one has ever cared so much for me before. No one has ever so much as wiped a tear from my face or held my hand when I've been sad. When my dad was in hospital last year, I had minimal comfort from my friends because they just didn't know how. These past few days have been amazing for me, laughing and joking around with you and just generally having a good time together. Of course, I want to see you more, I'd give anything to be able to spend more time with you. But I don't want to push you. I can't imagine how hard this is for you because no one would choose this lifestyle. Look at me," he gestured to his face. "Look at what can happen because of it. I don't want you to choose me unless you truly want me. All I can say is that… I do want you." The words had escaped from him before he'd had time to even think about it. Kurt froze. Blaine stood there staring at him, processing what he had just said.