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"Hey Blaine," Wes said sitting next to me in the study, "What are you watching?"

Blushing I turned from the piano that Jasper had been sitting at since I got up. It wasn't hard to see that I had been watching him, but I couldn't help it. There was something about him that kept my eyes and my mind drawn to him.

"What about Kurt?" Wes said softly.

"I love Kurt," I said firmly.

"Then why were you eye fucking the new kid?"

With a sigh I rested my head in my hands and tried to think. I had never met someone like Jasper before. He was like a mix between a beaten puppy and a beautiful raven. So dark and mysterious, but begging to have someone look after him.

Kurt was nothing like that. Even when I tried to look after him I just said the wrong thing. Him and I were too much alike when it came to that. I honestly didn't know what I was supposed to do when he and I had any problems.

"What's going on in that mind of yours, Blaine?" Wes asked nudging me slightly.

"Kurt and I are so much alike," I said sighing, "I love him so much, but he doesn't need me."

"And you think the new guy does?"

"His name is Jasper, Wes, and I kind of do. He's so withdrawn. I heard him play yesterday and he said he wasn't good. He's way better then I am. I want to help him see how wonderful he is. How beautiful he is."

"That brings us back to Kurt. What about him?"

"Maybe it would be better if he and I had just stayed friends. We were better that way. And it feels like we've gotten all we could out of a romantic relationship. It just wasn't meant to be."

"You need to talk to him."

"I know, but not yet. I don't want to do something I'll regret."

Standing up I walked up behind Jasper and saw him writing in a music notebook. While he wrote notes with his right hand he was gently fingering the piano keys. Smiling I watched as he nodded his head to a beat in his mind.

"Hi," I said hoping not to startle him too much.

"Blaine," Jasper said his eyes wide, "I didn't hear you come in here."

"I've been in here for almost an hour. So have a few other people."

"Oh, wow, I'm going to sound like I'm crazy, but I thought I was alone."

"You don't sound crazy. Everyone is really quiet so early in the morning."

"It's morning? Shit, the suns up. I have to go."

"Wait, I was hoping we'd talk so more today. I mean, we had fun hanging out yesterday, right?"

"It was fun, Blaine. I just...I don't want to waste anymore of your time."

"You won't be. Please Jasper; I really want to spend some more time with you."

Jasper looked at the ground and started to chew on one of his lip rings again. As I waited for him to say something I couldn't help but feel my heart start to beat faster. I wanted for him to say yes so much more then I had thought when I asked him.

After a moment Jasper shyly nodded his head and motioned for me to follow him upstairs. For a moment I thought that Jasper had thought that I had wanted to get with him and that thought made it difficult for me to breathe.

"Blaine," Jasper said looking at me, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," I said quickly, "Fine, I just got dizzy for a moment."

"Oh, come on. You can lie on my bed while I put this up."

Jasper gently took my elbow and lead me into his room. When we got into his room he had me lay on the bed while he got a bottle of cool water from the fridge. After I took a drink he placed it on the back of my neck and pressed a hand to my forehead.

"You don't have a fever," Jasper said pulling away calmly, "Are you feeling better?"

"I am," I said smiling, "Thanks for taking care of me."

"Yeah, I'm being a mother hen, aren't I? I'm sorry, I just..."

"Don't apologize. I like being taken care of. I guess I like knowing the person cares. Anyways, I haven't had someone take care of me in awhile."

"Your girlfriend doesn't do this?"

"I'm gay, Jasper."

"Oh."

I watched as Jasper sat on the bed and ran a hand through his hair. A smile crept on my lips when I noticed that it looked like he had just gotten out of bed and how most people took hours trying to get their hair to do that.

"What about you?" I asked sitting up, "Are you gay?"

"Yes...No...I don't know, Blaine," Jasper said shaking his head, "I'm confused."

"What kind of confused?"

"The kind that lets me think that Johnny Depp is the hottest guy ever, but at the same time think that Emma Watson is the hottest girl and I know that I would be lucky to ever be with either of them."

"So you're bi?"

"I don't know. I've never been with anyone. Hell, I've never had a girl-or boyfriend. I just want to find someone to love. That will never happen though."

"You don't think you'll ever find love? Why do you think that?"

"That doesn't matter, Blaine. Are you hungry or anything? I have a mini-fridge in my closet."

Smiling I nodded my head and watched him go into his closet and pull out two apples. He offered me one without looking at me, but smiled slightly when I took the food. We ate in silence for awhile before I stood up and went to his guitar.

"Will you play me something?" I asked resting my hand on the case.

"I don't know," Jasper said shaking his head, "I'm really not that good."

"Please, Jasper. I'd really like for you to play me something."

Jasper sighed slightly and opened his hand for me to hand him the case. Happily I gave him the case and sat on the floor in front of him. He stared at me for a moment before smiling at me and pulling the guitar out.

He took the guitar out and strummed a few times before taking a deep breath. With his eyes closed he started to play a soft song that I didn't recognize. As he played I watched his mouth move with the words quietly.

'Standing alone with no direction

How did I get so far behind?

Why am I searching for perfection?

Knowing it's something I won't find?

In my fears and flaws

I let myself down again

All because I run

'Till the silence splits me open

I run

'Till it puts me underground

'Till I have no breathe

And no roads left but one

When did I lose my sense of purpose?

Can I regain what's lost inside?

Why do I feel like I deserve this?

Why does my pain look like my pride?

In my fears and flaws

I let myself down again

All because

I let myself down again

In my fears and flaws

I run

'Till the silence splits me open

I run

'Till it puts me underground

'Till I have no breathe

And no roads left but one

No roads left but one

In my fears and flaws

I let myself down again

All because I run

And the silence splits me open

I run

And it puts me underground

But there's no regret

And no roads left to run.'

When Jasper stopped playing I stared at him. The lyrics hit me hard, but what made me stop was the tears that had gathered in Jasper's eyes. He looked like he was going to start crying at any second and I hated seeing him so sad.

Moving so I was on my knees I gently took the guitar out of his hands. Seeing that his whole body was starting to shake I wrapped my arms around him in a hug before he started to sob. I pulled him against my body and felt his tears start to go through my shirt.

Feeling Jasper in my arms I felt like I was needed, like Jasper wanted me to be there for him. When something happened with Kurt I never felt like I needed to be there to help him. He was strong enough to do it without me.

"No Roads Left," Jasper said pulling away, "It's by Linkin Park."

"It's a good song," I said softly, "Your voice. It's beautiful."

"Stop saying things like that, Blaine. Please, stop saying that."

"Stop saying what? That you're beautiful?"

"Yes."

"Why should I stop saying that?"

"Because what you're saying isn't true, I'm not beautiful. I'm disgusting, Blaine. Don't you see that?"

Jasper pulled away from me and looked out the window. I could tell that he was still crying, but I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I looked at Jasper and shook my head to get ride of my thoughts. I was over thinking again.

I walked up to Jasper and turned him around. He refused to look at me so I lifted his head until his eyes met mine. Smiling I pressed a kiss to Jasper's cheek. A blush covered his face and he started to chew on a piercing again.

"You're beautiful, Jasper," I said smiling, "So beautiful."

"Thanks," Jasper said clearing his throat.

"Do you want to go to the music store?"