A/N: Hellow darlings! How are you hanging in there? I hope you do better than I do; I'm just a big sack of nerves since yesterday, and the worst part is, I don't know why!

Anyway, I'm not here to talk about me (I save that for Tumblr.). I'm here to deliver you yet another chapter of our beloved boys in the Victorian Era. So, this chapter was a pain in the ass, if you don't my french-speaking. I just finished this yesterday, so my dear, crazy friend and beta, yes, you know her, evalilly, hasn't got to read this, much less correct it, and I'm entirely sorry to both her and you. I'm a bad girl, huh? Whatevah, I'm on the highway to hell anyway, b*tches!

A few notes:

Un: There's a refernce in there just for evalilly; kudos if you find it, girl ;)

Dos: The scene at night, with them talking, was the second scene that came to mind that fateful Wednesday evening, when I had a dream about those two during my nap, which gave me the inspiration of writing this. Give me a sec, I'm getting emotional here.

Tres: I don't know if Tom Thumb was a known tale back then, but either way, it's here. Deal with it :*

Next chapter is going to be awsome; I hope. But until then, enjoy, and review, maybe? No? Okay. Just enjoy then ;)

Chapter Nine – I'm Falling For Your Eyes, But They Don't Know Me Yet

It was late already; Blaine couldn't pinpoint what time it was exactly, but he was sure it was well after midnight. The companies' trailers had started moving at ten o'clock, after everything was packed and everyone was good to go. Will and Sue had announced that, from now on, the Cheerios and the New Directions would be two joined, but still independent companies. No one had understood what that meant, but no one dared to ask anything; everyone was afraid of Sue, except Will, so it seemed.

It was dark, but Blaine didn't want to sleep. He wasn't tired, so he instead went to his little desk by the trailer's window and started working on the routine for the next show. He had made quite a progress, when a figure appeared at the window of the trailer opposite to his. Blaine squinted his eyes, trying to make out the silhouette, when the person lit a candle.

When Kurt raised his eyes to meet his, a surprised smile made its way to his lips. He waved at Blaine, who waved back, smiling as well. Kurt disappeared for a second, but when he came back he held a big notebook and a pencil in his hands, and motioned them at Blaine, as if asking, is this okay? Blaine gave him a thumbs up, so Kurt started scribbling right away.

Why aren't you sleeping?, Blaine read, so he answered:

I don't feel tired at all. How about you?

Me neither. Did you understand what Sue and Will were talking about?

No, but since no one else did, I think I'm okay.

Kurt dipped his head and chuckled. When he looked back at Blaine, his eyes were sparkling. Blaine cleared his throat, and tried to hide it by writing, How do you like it here so far?

Well, it is different, but I guess it's in our nature to adapt.

Blaine was taken aback by this statement, mostly because of the sad look on Kurt's face, a look that showed loneliness and resignation.

What's wrong? Do you need to talk about something?

Maybe, but not tonight. Not now. I'm sorry, but I just don't feel like it yet.

I'll be waiting. Just know that whenever you feel ready, I'll be here.

Kurt looked ready to cry. Still, he took a shaky breath and wrote, You don't know how much this means to me. Thank you, Blaine. You're a great friend.

The small smile that tugged the corners of Kurt's mouth lifted a burden from Blaine's chest. He smiled back sweetly and wrote on his cardboard, Go to sleep, Kurt. Tomorrow is a new day, and we have so much to do!

You are always excited about something, are you not?

It's better than being bored all the time!

Very well, you excited pup. Good night!

Sweet dreams!

Kurt waved at him and closed the curtains in his tent, leaving the fabric glistening in the moonlight. Blaine closed his own as well, changed into his pajamas and lied in his bed, closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, Kurt was nowhere to be found. Blaine had breakfast as usual, trying to be patient, but when noon arrived and still he had no news from the man, he decided to just wait for him. He walked to the clearing of the woods near which they had camped and lied down, gazing at the sunlight that broke through the branches above him. He quickly relaxed and closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth and the peace of the moment.

Which moment was quickly over when the light was somehow blocked from his face, so he opened one eye and squinted at the form above his head. He jumped up when he saw the inquiring look of a certain Latina, who chuckled at his reaction. She sat beside him, crossed her legs and kept on looking at him. "It's time you and I had a small chit-chat, Tom Thumb."

"Wh-what?" "Well, I couldn't help but notice you looked a little lost since we came back. You sigh every other second and you look into nothing, so all modesties aside, who's the chick?"

"Miss Santana, I am afraid I still don't understand what you are talking about." Santana rolled her eyes and scooted closer to him, until her knees touched his. "I know what being in love looks like, Anderson. I will deny it if you go public with what I'm going to say now, and I will cut you in half, too, but I am in love as well. However, my feelings are impossible to be returned by that person, so I know how hard unrequited love can be. So, here you are, pour your heart out to Aunt Santana" she smiled at him and patted his knee.

Blaine had raised his eyebrow in suspicion, and asked her, "when you say your feelings are impossible to be returned, you mean…?"

Santana sighed and said, "let's just say I can't tell anyone about it, 'cause they'd think me as a monster, or a freak. Anyone includes you too, shorty-pants, so don't even think of pushing any more" Santana winked at him.

Blaine raised his hands in the air, as in surrender. "Can I ask you something? How do you know it's love, what you feel? It could be just your imagination, or…"

Santana smiled sadly. "I know. I know because whenever I look at… that person, my heart stops for a second. I can't stop thinking about them. They're everything to me. I want to always be with them, see them smile, hear them talk, listen to their laughter, feel their happiness. Love, Anderson, isn't something your body or your mind can fake. Attraction, perhaps, but love is an entirely different subject. You seem troubled" she noticed, looking at him through eyes filled with – could it be? – sympathy.

Blaine looked at her face, her full lips, her almond, dark eyes and wondered, why can't I be normal? Why can't I feel attraction for her, when she's clearly so beautiful? "It's nothing", he answered her, "I just… I respect your secret, Santana, because I know what it's like to hold such a heavy burden inside of you." Santana flashed a smile at him and asked him, her mood perked up, "So? Who's the unlucky girl?"

"I can't tell you for now. Maybe one day, but not now" Blaine smiled at her, winking. He stood up and dusted his behind from the grass and soil. "Oh, by the way, do you happen to know where Kurt is? I haven't seen him all day, we had arranged a meeting, and…"

"He's at the big tent now, but his disappearances are a common occurrence, don't let it shake you" she shrugged from her place on the ground. Blaine offered her his hand but she glared at him, so he quickly pulled it back. She stood up and took him by the arm, saying "let's go, Anderson, a certain Kurt Hummel must be waiting for you."

While they were walking back to the campsite, Santana kept her thoughts to herself, which forced Blaine to process what she had told him. Could it be love, what he was feeling for Kurt? Just by the thought of his name, his heart leaped in his chest. He furrowed his brows, trying to make things clear with himself. If it was really love, then he was in for some hard time. He couldn't just tell Kurt, right? He didn't want to jeopardize their friendship. He wasn't good at romance, that was for sure. And then there was this small problem of him being a man in love with another man; who was he kidding, he was at a deadlock.

His troubled mind was forced to stop this train of thought when Santana shook him and shouted in his ear, "Hey Anderson! Wake up! We're here!"

"Alright, Santana, I can hear you, you don't need to scream!" he answered, equally loud. "Really? Because I told you three times already, but apparently your head is in the clouds." Blaine had come back ready, but Santana raised her finger and cut him. "Uh-uh, not today, cutie. I have to go get Brittany, she's not here, and Sue will shoot her if she finds out" she informed him over her shoulder while running towards her trailer.

Blaine put his hands to his waist, pouting his lips in anger. He scuffed and went into the tent, where he was met with Saint John's Apocalypse. Things were flying all around, people were fighting with whomever was closer and everywhere he turned his eyes to, he saw either hair-pulling or fist-fighting or full on battles.

Shocked before this mayhem, he didn't notice Kurt running towards him until he stood beside him, panting and yelling "Thank God I found you" and he grabbed his hand. Blaine's heart skipped a beat, but soon his foot also skipped a step and they both went tumbling behind the bleachers. They fell on the ground, and Kurt started laughing his lungs out. His laughter was infectious, so Blaine soon followed his lead. A few seconds later, when they wiped their eyes and turned to look at each other, their faces were only inches apart. Kurt simply smiled and kept looking at Blaine, who was blushing furiously but couldn't tear his eyes from the other man's for the life of his.

A few minutes flew by so, until Kurt broke the 'silence' – figure of speech. "You have beautiful eyes, you know that?"

Blaine chuckled self-consciously and answered back, "You stole the words right from my mouth, mister."

Kurt's smile got bigger and his eyes crinkled, and Blaine wondered how he hadn't realized that something so simple could be breathtaking. Their faces started inching closer and closer, following their pure instincts…

"There you two are; don't think for one minute you can get away! Shorty, make peace, or else there won't be any company left tomorrow save the two of you."

Kurt's face implied a mild annoyance towards Santana's form, and Blaine couldn't exactly understand why, but he also felt that way towards the girl. He patted Kurt's thigh where it rested beside him and whispered, "I'll see you later?". Kurt nodded and asked, "Where?". Blaine gave him directions to the clearing of woods he had been during lunch time, and Kurt slowly walked away. Blaine didn't look away until his figure was completely out of sight, and then he stood, took a deep breath and ran towards the audio-visual deck, where he grabbed his loudspeaker and caught everyone's attention.

"I don't know why this… this happened, and frankly, I don't give a damn, but if you want any food tomorrow whatsoever and also wish to keep this information from reaching Sue and Will's ears, then I suggest you shut your mouths, give hands and never repeat this again! Am I clear?" he shouted, quite angrily.

Everyone was staring at him wide-eyed, and just nodded like deer caught in the spotlight. Blaine sighed and put the speaker down; usually, he wasn't so bossy or mean, but during the years he had figured out that this kind of behavior gave more fruit than kindness and patience. He made his way out the tent, passed everyone who was clearing the mess and didn't dare to look at him, fearing his temper, but still he could feel a pair of eyes fixed at him. He turned around and saw Santana looking at him, with a strange look in her eyes. Was it jealousy, was it melancholy? Was it both? And why? Blaine kept their eye-contact, asking her silently, but she just blinked and looked at Brittany, who was helping Marley clean a poodle of water. She made her way near the blonde girl, and Blaine stepped outside in the crisp evening air.

A/N contd.: Sassy!Blaine ftw! And have I told you how fun to write Santana is? I love her. Her and Quinn, and even Rachel's fun sometimes. Anyway, gotta go! Love you all 3