A/N: Sigh.. today, I just felt like I had to update, you know, because it's July 13. The day Cory Monteith died. I'm not going to bore you guys with a long paragraph of how much I love and miss Cory with all my heart but, just know that I love him very much. Onto the chapter... :)

Kurt's POV

The amount of chatter in the room slightly annoyed me. Mostly because I was waiting for Blaine to come in the room so I can slap him. I'm kidding, I could never slap Blaine. Not now anyway. But I prepared a song for him that I'm going to sing before the results are revealed.

I know Blaine is going to win. My voice isn't equally impaired to his. He sings like a dream and I sing like a twelve year old girl. Now, the battle is between Rachel and Harmony. I don't even know how you could choose between them. They sing exactly the same. I'd hate to be in Mr. Schue shoes right now. Hey, that rhymed!

Blaine walks in the choir room and his eyes go directly to me. He looks at the empty seat next to me and sits on it. He stares at me for a while and I just look forward, looking at the board and trying not to pay any attention to you. But he just had to say my name so seductively.

"Kurt…" He says pouting. "I'm sorry for not acting like my usual dapperness. It's just that, when I'm competitive, I'm a very different guy. I'm sorry if I offended you in anyway. Are we still friends?" He smiles, offering me his hand.

I sigh and turn to him with a sly grin. "Would you be offended if I spit on your hand?"

His mouth opens wide as he narrows his eyes. "Yes, yes I would."

"Then I suggest you take your hand away Mr. Anderson."

He chuckles and it looked like he was about to say something but he was interrupted by Mr. Schue.

"Well, before we get started, Kurt prepared a little song for us." He says stepping out the way as I jump out my seat and stand in the middle of the choir room. The glee club stares at me with baby eyes and I look at our piano guy, nod my head and the music starts.

I inhale and I look directly at Blaine and sing, "Head under water and you tell me to breathe easy for a while. The breathing gets harder, even I know that..."

He looks at me with a confused expression but I shake it off.

"Made room for me, but it's too soon to see, if I'm happy in your hands. I'm unusually hard to hold on to…"

Blaine mouths to me, "What's going on?" But I ignore him.

Blank stares at blank pages
No easy way to say this
you mean well
but you make this hard on me

I'm not going to write you a love song
'Cause you ask for it
'Cause you need one, you see

I'm not going to write you a love song
'Cause you tell me it's make or break in this
If you're on your way

I'm not going to write you to stay
All you have is leaving
I'mma need a better reason
To write you a love song today, today... yeah...

I learned the hard way that they all say
Things you want to hear
My heavy heart sinks deep down under

You and your twisted words
your help just hurts
you are not what I thought you were
Hello to high and dry

Convinced me to please you
Made me think that I need this too
I'm trying to let you hear me as I am

I'm not going to write you a love song
'Cause you ask for it
'Cause you need one, you see

I'm not going to write you a love song
'Cause you tell me it's make or break in this
If you're on your way

I'm not going to write you to stay
If all you have is leaving
I'mma need a better reason
To write you a love song today

Promise me you'll leave the light on
To help me see daylight, my guide, gone
'Cause I believe there's a way
You can love me because I say

I won't write you a love song
'Cause you ask for it
'Cause you need one, you see

I'm not going to write you a love song
'Cause you tell me it's make or break in this

Is that why you wanted a love song?
'Cause you asked for it
'Cause you need one, you see

I'm not going to write you a love song
'Cause you tell me it's make or break in this
If you're on your way

I'm not going to write you to stay
If your heart is nowhere in it
I don't want it for a minute

Babe, I'll walk the seven seas
When I believe that there's a reason
to write you a love song today, today

Mr. Schue stands up and claps and the whole glee club do too. Brittany and Santana whisper to each other and Santana laughs. I glare at her until she finally says, "Who was that song for?"

My cheeks and ears turn red as my eyes dart to Blaine who had an emotionless expression and I dart my eyes back to Santana. "No one in particular, Mind your own business Santana." I say and I walk back to my seat.

Blaine stares at me and I look at him. "What?" I whisper.

"Why were you singing me a love song?" He asks confused. I think he knows why I was singing a God damn love song to him. He had to know. I've made my feelings perfectly clear to him. He's just acting dumb.

"I like the song, I like you and you're my friend, two and two go together and BAM." I say clapping my hands together.

"Well, the song was great. I love Sara Bareilles!" He exclaims. Then he goes on and on about Katy Perry and Pink until Santana told him to shut his sexy-hole. He chuckled and Mr. Schue clears his throat.

"So, the votes are in," He says sorting papers in his hands. "The male lead is…" Blaine holds my hand and squeezes it. I blush a little and Mr. Schue finishes. "Blaine Anderson,"

He face brightens and he leans over to hug me. I was caught by surprise and I heard Santana whisper," wanky".

"Congrats Blaine," Rachel says patting his back with a watery smile.

He smiles at her and looks at me with sympathy. I shake my head and smile, squeezing his knee.

"Now, for the female lead, it was a tie." Mr. Schue says.

Rachel pops out of her seat in fury. "Why do you always do this?"

"How can I be tied with her?" Harmony says pointing to Rachel with anger.

"Guys, I have an idea," Blaine says standing up. "Why don't you guys switch at being lead?"

Harmony scoffs and walks to the middle of the choir room next to Mr. Schue. "Easy for you to say, you won your category!"

Blaine opens his mouth like he was about to say something but he shuts it and sits down. I look at him in concern but he shakes it off.

"I'm sorry Blaine; I don't like sharing the spotlight." Rachel says crossing her arms. I didn't know what to say except watch the whole scene unfold right before my eyes. Don't get me wrong, I was incredibly disappointed that I didn't win but I was kind of expecting it. How can I win against Blaine? There's no way.

"It's either you guys audition again, or you share the spotlight. By sharing the spotlight, you could split our musical performances in half."

"Obviously audition again!" Rachel shouts, looking at the glee club with certainty. I don't think they should audition again, I mean, what if they get a cold on that day or they sound terribly? They can just split the songs in half. But, that will result in controversy. Thank God I lost so I would have to fight again with Blaine.

"Rachel, I think we can just split it," Harmony says tiredly. "We could sing a duet at Sectionals."

Rachel's eyes bright up with that. "That could work!"

"Sectionals are in two weeks so we have plenty time to practice." Mr. Schue says.

Rachel and Harmony walk out the choir room together and brainstorm ideas. I look over at Blaine and he's looking at the floor in thought.

"What are you thinking about Blaine?" I ask in concern. When he hears my voice, he quickly snaps out of his trance and looks at me with a warm and soft smile.

"I was wondering if they'd ever let us do a duet at competition. Probably not, you know, as too extraordinarily talented male singers." He says with a smirk. I laugh and agree with him. The judges would swiftly give us that ugly third place trophy.

"Hey, do you want to come over?" I ask, full of confidence. Wait where the hell did that come from? I did not mean to ask that at all! It just, I don't know, came out. I was expecting his face to be creped out but he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sure." I grin internally and do a happy dance. Oh God, he's going to meet my Dad! That's going to be terrible. He's probably going to bring out his rifle and aim it at Blaine.

Blaine's POV

"Hey do you want to come over?" He says grinning. I look at him in wonder and I thought, sure, what the heck.

"Sure." I shrug casually. He bites his lip and looks up and the ceiling and closes his eyes. He's so weird. But I can tell he likes me. Don't worry, I won't call him out on it, I like the attention. It's flattering.

"Well, let's go!" He says grabbing my hand and dragging me out the choir room and out into the parking lot. Sarah was there with her car parked. She looked at me with a smirk as her eyes trailed down to mine and Kurt's hands. I roll my eyes and gently let go of hand.

"Hey, do you want to meet my best friend?" I ask.

His eyes brighten. "Ooh! I would love to meet this Sarah you're always talking about."

I drag him to Sarah's black Toyota and she rolls down her window. "Hello Kurt, I'm Sarah."

Kurt looked flabbergasted for a moment and whispers in my ear, "How does she know my name?"

As I was about to answer, Sarah answered for me. "Oh, Blaine talks about you ALL the time!" She says grinning from ear to ear.

I sigh and Kurt's cheeks turn red. "Um, we are actually going to Kurt's house today." I tell her.

"Ooo wanky," She says clapping cheerfully.

"You should seriously meet my friend, Santana." Kurt suggests.

She nods and I tell Sarah goodbye and Kurt leads me to his car. "She seems nice." He says.

I shrug and hop into his car. He turns on his music and I froze.

I heard my voice, singing Misery.

I narrow my eyes as I get to the chorus. I look over at Kurt who's frozen too and looks pale. "Um…" I say, scratching my forehead.

"I can explain!" He says quickly.

What is there to explain? Like, where in the hell did he get this? That's me and the Warblers. Was he a spy for the Warblers? Or was he just a stalker? Maybe, he just likes my music. He hides his face in his hands and the song changes to me singing Raise Your Glass.

I sigh and I put my hand on his shoulder. "It's fine. Really, I just take it as you like my music." I smile.

He looks at me like a puppy just got a new home. "Well, just in case you find a way to access my computer, I have a playlist of all the songs you've ever sang."

My eyes twitch and I shudder but I shake it off. He just likes my music… I thought to myself.

When we get to Kurt's house, I saw another car parked in the driveway, two cars to be exact. And he told me his mother died so who's car could that be? Kurt looked as confused as me and we walked into the house. The house was beautiful. It had cream walls with pictures of what I'm guessing is Kurt's mom and trophies for ballet and singing. There was even one for football which I was surprised at.

We walk to the living room and we saw a lady with light brown hair and were sitting in a man's lap.

"Dad, who the hell is that, and what is she doing in our house?" Kurt shouts storming to them. I felt slightly uncomfortable because when the lady got up from Kurt's dad lap, she looked an awful a lot like Finn's mom.

"I was going to tell you but I was waiting for the right time." Kurt's Dad says calmly.

"Uh, I'm going to go." Finn's mom says heading for the door. Kurt and Kurt's Dad glare at each other and I slowly head upstairs and looked through each room and settled in the one that looked like Kurt's.

I sat on his queen sized, purple and black comforter with white microphones. Honestly, where does he get his stuff? After a while, he storms into his room but turns around and screams, "I hate you Dad!"

I raise my eyebrows at him and he plops down on the bed next to me and groans, leaning back in pain. Five minutes pass by in silence until he finally speaks up. "Sorry you had to see that."

I wave my hand at him. "No, it's fine."

"Sorry that that's how you had to meet my Dad. He's not usually like this, only when he's mad."

"Yeah, I totally understand." I assure him.

"So," He says smacking his lips and hitting his hands against his thighs. "What do you want to do?"

I shrug. "I don't know. I kind of want to watch a movie."

"Yeah, we could watch… The Last Song," He suggests and hesitantly opens the DVD container slowly as I make my decision.

"Sure."

"Is sure your favorite word?" He giggles as he pops in the DVD and opens the door to his room.

"I mean, I guess."

"Well, I'm going to get popcorn. You seem like the type of guy to get lots of butter and salt."

"Wow, you know me so well." I say with a sly grin. Oh God, am I flirting? Damn it, I hate being a natural flirt.

"Why of course I do!" He says shutting the door. When I know he's gone, I quickly take out my phone and call Sarah.

"So, how's it goin-"She says but I interrupt her.

"Oh. My. Fucking. Gosh. He has every song I ever sang. Even the ones I sang by myself at Dalton!"

"Whoa dude…. That's crazier than my physic abilities." Sarah says through the phone.

I nod even though I know she can't see me. "So, what am I going to do?"

"Just act like it doesn't bother you. It just means he's IN LOVE with you."

I groan and hang up just in time as he opens the door with a bucket of popcorn. "Let the movie begin!"

He sets the popcorn on the wooden part at the edge of his bed and jumps on the bed, jumping on me in the process.

We smile, clear our throats, and watch the movie. Occasionally, we'd reach for popcorn at the same time and he'd turn red each time but I would shrug it off. And we were at least three feet away from each other on the bed at the beginning of the movie but now, there is no space between us.

That's typical Kurt.

All of a sudden, we hear a gunshot and I fall off the bed and duck in fear. Kurt runs to his closet and shuts it. I heard the gunshot again, but it was lighter. Then rain came, hitting the roof hard. So, this whole time, it was thunder.

"Kurt, it was just thunder." I say opening the closet. He looks at me and hugs me.

"Thank God. I thought we were going to die."

I laugh and gather my things. "I should be getting home anyways. I want to be home before this storm gets worse."

He nods and we say our goodbyes. I tried my best to avoid Mr. Hummel but he says, "Boy. I need to talk to you."

I froze as I heard his footsteps behind me. He puts his hand on my shoulder gently and offers me his hand. "I'm Burt. I'm assuming you're Blaine?"

I nod and shake his hand. I couldn't do the spit on hand joke. Not to an adult I should respect. "So, I should be getting home." I tell him, walking towards the door.

"Alright, be careful." He says on my way out the door.

I looked at my surroundings and I never knew Kurt and I lived in the same neighborhood. My house was just a few blocks away. I walked on the sidewalk with my hand shoved in my pockets and I heard a car zooming behind me. Without thinking about moving away from the sidewalk, the car zooms by, drenching me with dirty rain water.

I groan and head back to Kurt's house. When I ring the doorbell, thunder comes. So I only rang it twice. Kurt opens the door and smiles but when he looked at my whole profile, I pulled me in the house.

"You can go take a shower upstairs; I have some clothes you can borrow."

I nod and head upstairs. Wow, the Hummels are so friendly. My parents would never allow another boy who might be gay into my shower. Before I reached the restroom, Burt shouted, "You can stay the night!"

I nod and opened the door to the bathroom. I slowly pulled off my clothes and threw them on the floor. I took a quick shower and I dried myself. I looked at myself in the wide mirror and pull of the towel and started dancing. I don't know why, but I like to dance when I'm naked. When I spin around and land back at the mirror, the door was wide open and a dark red Kurt was standing there.

"Oh my God," I say running for the towel to cover myself. Damn it, I didn't lock the door. He quickly shuts the door and I squeeze my eyes shut. After a moment of regaining my composure, I wrap the towel around me and walk into Kurt's room and he was lying on his bed, on his stomach with his pillow over his head.

"Uh, Kurt, I need the clothes." I say quietly.

"In the second drawer, east of the room, there are plain t-shirts and sweatpants. Choose what pleases." He says, still in the comfort of his pillow.

I take a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, boxers, and I head downstairs to ask about the sleeping arrangement.

"Are you gay?" Burt asks.

"No." I tell him.

"Okay, you can sleep with Kurt." He says calmly. Too bad I took it the wrong way…

I walk upstairs and open the door to Kurt's room. He was still in the same position but when I sat on the bed, he popped out of his position.

"So, I'm sleeping with you tonight." I say with a smirk.

His eyes open wide and I laugh. "I mean, the place I am sleeping at, is your bed."

"Oh…" He nods slowly. "Okay well, I was about to go to sleep so…"

"Yeah…" I say. I awkwardly lay on the bed and he does too. My back is turned to his back and I scooted back but my butt touched his butt accidentally.

"Sorry." I whisper and he whispers back, "He-he, its fine." Then we drift off to sleep.

A/N: RIP CORY MONTEITH MAY 11, 1982- JULY 13, 2013