By Friday, Blaine and Kurt had grown pretty close. Blaine really loved to be around Kurt, even moreso than he enjoyed being around Rachel, his best friend for years. There was always this fluffy feeling in his chest whenever Kurt was around; it was a new feeling. He liked it.

Rachel had gone off to be with Finn nearly ten minutes ago. Blaine stood outside Ms. Terry's room, a bored expression on his face. Every day since Monday Kurt had joined him by now. Where was he?

Blaine started whistling We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together, the only Taylor Swift song he liked, and started pacing a short distance. Just as he was about to decide that Kurt was probably sick and wasn't coming, he heard the smaller boy's high-pitched voice coming down the hallway. His heart fluttered... whoa, what?

Before Blaine could think about his feelings, Kurt came into view, about ten of Blaine's fellow football players surrounding him. They were all picking on him, and misery covered his face. "Stop it!" he snapped at one of them that was rubbing his arm.

The jock laughed. "Oh, come on. Don't you wanna play ball with me? I promise to go easy on ya."

Kurt yanked his arm away. "Leave me alone!"

Blaine's heart broke. He had to do something. But they were on a team. You couldn't just stand up to them. What would they say?

Kurt looked over Blaine's way, a defenseless look in his eyes. Blaine desperately wanted to go help his poor friend, but he had never done anything like that before. Even if they weren't teammates, what could he say?

One of them slammed into Kurt from behind. "Let's go, Kurtsy!"

Kurt screamed, and the small hallway crowd burst into laughter. That did it for Blaine. Fire filled him, and he stormed over to them. He grabbed Kurt's arm and pulled him behind him. "Do we have a problem?"

The jock looked at him. "Who are- oh, it's Anderson! Back up, kay? I got some business with this gay kid."

Of course!, Blaine thought. He's gay! Oh, wait... these feelings... oh no...

Blaine became too lost in his thoughts then. The jock made a face. "I dunno what this dude is up to, but I'm done with it. Come on, guys."

They all stepped past Blaine to Kurt. He whimpered. "Blaine..."

Blaine heard the sound of his name and was snapped out of his thoughts. He turned to Kurt, then yelled at the jock. "HEY! Leave him alone! What did he do to you? !"

The jock laughed. "Oh, so I guess Blaine wants to be little Kurtsy's boyfriend, eh?" They all started laughing.

Blaine, losing control, raised his fist and swung. His knuckles connected with his teammate's jawbone, and before he knew it, he was lying on the ground. Everyone gasped; no one expected that. Kurt's face twisted into an odd expression. "Blaine..."

The jock on the ground wobbled and finally stood up. He shook his head and stared at Blaine. "Wow, Anderson... sick right hook."

Blaine's eyebrow arched. "Thanks?"

The jock moved forward and looked him in the eyes. "I'd leave Kurtsy here alone next time if I were you."

Fire still surged through Blaine. He crossed his arms. "Or what?"

The jock laughed. "You'll see." He pushed past them and headed down the hallway. Soon, the crowd that had gathered thinned out.

Kurt looked at Blaine. "Blaine... that.. was..."

"A 'sick right hook?'" Blaine chuckled.

Kurt laughed. "Yeah, it really was."

They started walking. Kurt asked, "So who was that guy?"

"Oh, that was the famous Noah Puckerman, or, as we call him, Puck." Blaine shook his head. "He's a douchebag."

"No kidding," Kurt agreed. "He's been bugging me all week."

The fire returned. "Oh, really?"

Kurt nodded as they reached Ms. Terry's room again. "Yeah, he's been the worst one."

Blaine sighed and leaned back against the wall. "I'm sorry, Kurt."

Kurt shook his head. "Oh, no, it's not your fault."

They just stood there in silence for a moment. Kurt started whistling. Blaine immediately recognized the tune. He looked at him. "Are you whistling YoĆ¼ and I by Lady Gaga?"

Kurt beamed. "Seriously? You like Lady Gaga?"

Blaine nodded excitedly. "Yeah, I'm a huge fan!"

Kurt smiled. "Is there anything we don't have in common?"

Blaine thought for a second. "I have a strong love for spoons."

Kurt giggled. "Yeah, I prefer forks."


That afternoon, the weather was beautiful. The sky was clear and bright and blue. A very nice day to be walking home with Kurt.

The two were chattering away with each other as they reached Windcrest Avenue. They got to Blaine's house. "Well, this is it," Blaine said, giggling. "See you later, Kurt."

Blaine started up his driveway, but instead of Kurt continuing home, he followed him. When they reached Blaine's door, Blaine asked, "What are you doing?" Not that he was a bit upset...

Kurt shrugged. "Oh, I-I don't know." His voice was shaky, and he seemed nervous.

Blaine raised his eyebrow. "You okay?"

Kurt nodded. "I wanted to ask you something."

"Okay." Blaine smiled. "What is it?"

Kurt hesitated, then said, "You're... straight?"

Blaine's mind then shot back to his thoughts that morning. This was probably a real confirmation that Kurt was gay. What could he say to him? The feelings he had been having lately... what did they mean? Was Blaine really straight? Could he honestly tell Kurt that he was? And more importantly... could he trust Kurt with it if he actually was gay?

It freaked Blaine out a little because Kurt asking him that kinda made him feel fluttery. He was probably smiling (probably answering Kurt's question). "I... I don't know," he finally responded.

Kurt grinned. "Oh! You don't?"

Blaine shook his head. "I'd never really thought about it before."

Kurt smiled again. "Well... I could help you figure yourself out... I mean, if you want." His voice got shaky again.

Blaine crossed his arms. "How would you do that?"

Kurt kept smiling. "Tonight... we'll go out on a... a..."


"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it a date..."

"Oh. Me neither."

"So... tonight at..."


"Whatever time you want..."

"Whenever you get here."
"Six then!"
"Alright. See you at six!"

Kurt used his hand and saluted Blaine farewell, then walked on toward his house. Blaine watched him go, then walked inside. He leaned against the door. Strangely... he was looking forward to tonight.

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