Sorry this has taken a while, I've been on holiday.

Bit of Blam in this chapter which I hope people like as much as I do :)

Enjoy!

Day 22

Blaine sat drumming his fingers on the desk. He was sitting in class on a Monday morning and Kurt was late. Well he wasn't late, Blaine was just ridiculously early and he'd hoped Kurt would be too. He hadn't spoken to Kurt at all yesterday, as he had promised, and he had hated every minute. He had found himself clutching hold of his phone all day in the hope that Kurt would cave in and text him. His parents had noticed that he'd been on edge and he had to feign being worried about his chemistry project. He had come to a conclusive decision yesterday; he wanted to give things a go with Kurt.

The clock ticked closer to the start of class and Blaine stared at the door waiting for Kurt to enter. He found himself annoyed when other people entered the classroom first, as if Kurt didn't want to see him as much as he wanted to see Kurt. He knew it was irrational and tried to push these frustrations to the back of his mind. Finally Kurt came into the classroom and gave Blaine a weak smile as he glided across the classroom to sit in his usual seat beside Blaine.

"Where were you?" Blaine whispered.

"Where was I when?" Kurt was surprised.

"Why are you late?"

"Late?" Kurt said, glancing down at his watch. "I am, in fact, a minute early. Did we have plans to meet beforehand?"

"No." Blaine sighed. He was annoyed that he'd made himself look like such an idiot.

"Then what's the problem?"

"Nothing, I just wish you'd got here sooner, I wanted to speak to you."

"We have all day to speak."

"Yes but-" Blaine was cut off by their teacher entering the classroom.

"Morning," their teacher said. "We'll be continuing with our reading today, so for the first half of class, everyone needs their noses in the books and no talking." Blaine sighed as he retrieved his book from his bag and rifled through the pages looking for where he'd already read up to. He sat leaning on his elbow, not taking in the words of the book at all.

Suddenly, he felt Kurt's elbow dig into his ribs. He looked up at him and Kurt pushed a note across the desk.

What's wrong? It read. Blaine glanced up at the teacher's desk but she had her face down grading some papers.

Nothing's wrong. He swiftly scrawled. I just wanted to speak to you. I would've done yesterday but I wasn't allowed. He pushed the note back toward Kurt and pushed his nose back into his book, pretending to focus on it. He felt the slight movements of Kurt's elbow next to him as he quickly wrote a note back.

Wasn't allowed is a bit harsh – wasn't advised is more correct. Blaine raised his eyebrow at Kurt who sat there with a face like butter wouldn't melt.

You know perfectly well I wasn't allowed. Blaine wrote back. Anyway, that's beside the point. I need to speak to you. Meet me at lunch?

Sure. Was Kurt's swift reply. It was then that their teacher asked them to put away their books and started questioning them on what they had read.

"Dude!" Sam yelled in Blaine's ear, making him jump.

"Woah, what the hell?" Blaine retaliated, hand on his heart. He was sitting at a table in the cafeteria waiting for Kurt to join him but so far there was no sign of him.

"I've been here for ages, talking to you," Sam said. "What's up with you today?"

"Oh," Blaine said. "I'm sorry; my mind is just all over the place."

"Yeah I can tell," Sam said. "Is this about Quinn?"

"Quinn?" Blaine said.

"Yeah, she told me this morning you broke up," Sam replied. "I asked her if she'd heard from you this weekend and she was all annoyed like 'hey why would I have heard from him? He broke up with me' and I was like 'hey I didn't know, sorry'. She wasn't happy with me. Why didn't you tell me, I haven't heard from you all weekend?"

"I'm sorry man," Blaine replied. "I've just been really busy with my family and stuff."

"So are you OK about Quinn?" Sam asked. It was then that Blaine watched Kurt enter the cafeteria but he was with Rachel and Mercedes. He watched him head over to their usual seats and sit down, not able to catch eye contact with him. He found himself frustrated again; why was Kurt acting like this?

"Yes I'm fine about Quinn. I broke up with her after all." Blaine snapped. Sam held up his hands defensively.

"I'm sorry," Blaine said, breaking his eyes away from Kurt's table and over to Sam. "I'm just really tired. As I said: busy weekend with the family." Sam nodded and clapped Blaine on the shoulder.

"Well, if it is about Quinn, or anything else is bothering you, you know I'm here for you bro." Sam said.

"Thanks," Blaine said and then stared back at Kurt's table.

"Dude, that was your cue to tell me what's wrong," Sam said. "I know something's not right. I know you didn't do anything with your family this weekend coz you told me last week you weren't doing anything on the weekend. So c'mon, tell me." Blaine stared at Sam. Sam never remembered any details like that, it was just his luck that now he was lying, Sam had worked it out. Should he tell Sam? Sam had been his best friend for years, surely he wouldn't judge him. Blaine looked back up at Kurt and tried to make a quick decision. If he wanted to be with Kurt then people would have to find out eventually. Besides, even if Sam was repulsed by him, he knew that he wouldn't tell anyone.

"Ok," Blaine said, taking a deep breath. "But this is something that really is top secret. I mean it, you can't tell a soul."

"You have my word bro." Sam said, his eyes narrowing slightly, sensing that this was serious.

"Well…" Blaine began, struggling to know where to start. "I've recently discovered something about myself that is really going to change my life."

"Dude, you're not dying?" Sam asked.

"No, no, of course not," Blaine said. Sam exhaled in relief. "No, it's nothing like that. I've been getting feelings for someone; someone who I never thought in a million years I would have feelings for. That's why I had to break up with Quinn."

"Oh my god, who?" Sam asked, sensing some gossip. Blaine took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second, psyching himself up.

"Kurt." Blaine let out in one quick breath. Sam's eyes widened and his mouth fell open slightly and immediately Blaine regretted telling him. He was such an idiot, how could he have possibly have thought that Sam would've reacted well to this?

"Kurt?" Sam asked. "The new guy?" Blaine looked down and nodded. Sam stared at Blaine for a few seconds with a calculating look on his face. Blaine looked across the cafeteria and searched for the quickest way possible out of there before Sam hit him. He reached for his bag and stood up but Sam pulled him back down.

"Where're you going?" Sam asked.

"Running." Blaine replied. "I know you must be disgusted with me, I'm sorry. You don't have to speak to me again." He stood but Sam pulled him back down again.

"Dude," Sam replied. "I'm not disgusted by you. Hey, that was pretty big news you just told me, I needed to think what to say." Blaine sat in silence, shocked by Sam's words.

"You're… not disgusted?" Blaine asked quietly.

"Of course not," Sam said. "Bro, I don't care what side you play for as long as either one of them is for McKinley. I don't care who you are in that way. You're my brother; I'll always stick by you." Blaine sat in shock. He couldn't believe Sam's response. He wanted to reach out and hug him but he figured that that could be a little inappropriate and perhaps too soon after Sam had got this news. Blaine felt tears prick his eyes, he was so happy that Sam was just accepting it. Sam clapped his shoulder.

"I'm glad you told me man," Sam said. "Now I'm gonna get up and head outside coz Kurt's heading this way and I don't want to be a third wheel." Blaine whipped around and saw that, it was true, Kurt was heading his way. Sam smiled at him and walked from the cafeteria as Kurt took the seat opposite Blaine.

"Hi." Kurt said.

"Hi." Blaine replied.

"Are you crying?" Kurt asked, searching Blaine's face.

"No, I'm not crying, of course I'm not crying."

"Ok," said Kurt, clearly not believing him but choosing not to argue. "What did you want to speak to me about?"

"About us, obviously." Blaine said.

"Ok," Kurt said slowly. "Make it quick."

"Are you joking?" Blaine said, feeling the anger rise in him. "Someplace to be that's more important?"

"No!" Kurt replied, hurt. "But if you're going to end it off, I'd rather it was quick and painless." Blaine stared at Kurt in silence.

"What are you talking about?" he finally said.

"I just figured that after a day of not speaking to me and after my irresponsible lack of control on Saturday that you wouldn't want to see me anymore. That you'd decided to choose to stay away from me."

"No… of course I didn't decide that," said Blaine exasperated. "I've already tried staying away from you, it didn't work. I tried telling you on Saturday that I wanted to be with you and I'd already made up my mind but you insisted on this 'day off from each other'."

"Oh," said Kurt quietly, a look of guilt spread across his face. "I'm sorry. I was just so sure that you'd have your day to your thoughts and you'd come to school today and think of all the things that you could potentially lose by being with me and you'd change your mind."

"No," said Blaine. "I haven't changed my mind. Is this why you've been so weird with me?"

Kurt nodded. "I was bracing myself."

"Well," Blaine said quietly. "You're wrong. I wanted to tell you that I want to be with you. Properly be with you. And maybe it'll take a bit of time for me to advertise our relationship at school, but I want to be with you. I want you to be my boyfriend. I can't stop thinking about you, I don't want anyone else." Kurt stared at him for a few seconds, taking this in. Suddenly a smile spread across his face.

"You mean it?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded and put his hand under the table and reached for Kurt's knee. Kurt smiled even more and then swept his hair back with his hand, going a little shy.

"Don't get all shy on me now." Blaine said as he felt Kurt's fingers intertwine with those of his that were on Kurt's knee.

"I'm not, I promise." Kurt said. "I was just thinking: would you like to come to my place after school? Finn has football practice and then he's going to Rachel's so it would just be my dad and Carol."

"That would be good." Said Blaine, smiling. The bell rang to indicate the end of lunch and they both unlocked eyes from each others, remembering where they were.

"Ok, well I'll meet you at the front gate later?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded and smiled and hurried off to his class. Blaine watched him leave the cafeteria and smiled to himself, taking in the news that this boy had become his.