Let Me Be the One Chapter 1: Winter Vacation, a glee fanfic

Inspired by my love for Glee and the prospect of a relationship developing between Kurt and Blaine, I decided to try my hand at writing a fanfiction. It begins after the Glee Christmas episode and will contain many of the cannon Glee characters as well as some OCs. This has the potential to become quite a long story, so I would be interested to know what you think. Thank you for reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the songs used.

But, on the upside, I'm in love with him and he's actually gay.

Kurt's words rang in his ears. Three weeks had passed since Kurt had confessed his love for Blaine. He had been so honest with Mr. Schuester, worn his heart on his sleeve and yet he didn't even know where he and Blaine stood. There had been several text messages exchanged back and forth. They had talked briefly a couple days before Christmas sharing some stories about their vacations and respective families, but their conversation felt tense, which confused Kurt even more. Surely he couldn't be imagining the wonton looks Blaine shot in his direction, the look of awe in his eyes when Kurt entered the room. Blaine always seemed to go out of his way to touch Kurt – reassuring pats on the back, shoulder bumps, putting his arm around him when they walked together. But Blaine hadn't indicated any inclination more toward him than that they were close friends.

Kurt knew his feelings well enough – heart skipping a beat and then pounding in his chest, fighting hard to keep composure whenever Blaine was around. When Blaine had come to ask him to "practice" singing with him, Kurt felt his pulse quicken, shots of electricity tingling all over his body. Shameless flirting ensued. Kurt loved the feeling of being pursued by Blaine, loved hearing Blaine call him beautiful. The lightning bolt that shot through Kurt's body as he plopped down on the couch next to Blaine and looked into his beautiful eyes at the end of their song was unlike anything that Kurt had ever experienced. Finn had always kept Kurt at a distance and even though Kurt's heart would pound when he caught Finn's glance, the feeling of being physically close to someone and meeting their stare without them looking away, was all new.

Am I making this all up in my head? He was flirting with me, too, wasn't he? Or are my feelings for him clouding my judgment?

Lying on his bed in red skinny jeans and a tight black t-shirt, Kurt surveyed the room he now shared with Finn. Their parents had wanted to move to a new home when they married, but with the added expense of Kurt's Dalton tuition and the fact that Kurt was now away at Dalton most of the time, they had decided that Finn and Carole would move into the Hummel house. Kurt's formerly impeccable space had become messier, smellier, and decidedly less chic since Finn moved in. Was it the awful blue plaid comforter, the cheesy football light, or the picture of Ohio stadium? Kurt couldn't be sure, but there was something about sharing a room with his "brother" and good friend that was both cozy and off-putting.

Finn, Burt, and Carole were upstairs watching something or another on television. Kurt had feigned tiredness as an excuse to retreat to his room and think about Blaine. He had his iPod lying on the bed next to him, ear buds in place, but no music playing. He found that this pose worked well in keeping people from disturbing him. One of the many tricks he had picked up during his time at Dalton. Kurt returned his gaze to the blank ceiling above his bed; the frustration was welling up inside of him. Oh, how he wanted Blaine. Those smoldering eyes, thick dark hair, brain melting smile. Kurt could feel desire taking hold of him.

You have got to stop this. You can't do this to yourself. Just give it time. Okay, I need to think about something else. Music.

Kurt hit shuffle and then play.

Maybe I need some rehab,
Or maybe just need some sleep

Kurt stared disbelievingly at the screen and then smiled at the irony. Great, now the universe is taunting me, he thought as began to sing along.

I've got a sick obsession,
I'm seeing it in my dreams

I'm looking down every alley,
I'm making those desperate calls,

Shaking his head to himself as he remembered the awkward message he left on Blaine's cell Christmas day.

I'm staying up all night hoping,
Hit my head against the walls

Kurt began to move his body to the music, still laying on his bed.

What you've got boy is hard to find
Think about it all about it all the time
I'm all strung up my heart is fried
I just can't get you off my mind

Standing up and letting the music wash over him, he pulsated his hips to the music and sang in full voice.

Because your love, your love, your love, is my drug
Your love your love your love
I said your love, your love, your love, is my drug
Your love your love your love

Won't listen to any advice, mamma's telling me I should think twice
But left to my own devices I'm addicted it's a crisis!
My friends think I've gone crazy, my judgment is getting kinda hazy
My status is gonna be affected if I keep it up like a love sick crackhead.

Kurt was now fully involved with the music, dancing around the room and singing. Completely forgetting there were other people in the world, much less in the house.

What you've got boy is hard to find
Think about it all about it all the time
I'm all strung up my heart is fried
I just can't get you off my mind

Because your love, your love, your love, is my drug
Your love your love your love
I said your love, your love, your love, is my drug
Your love your love your love

Kurt settled himself into the chair at his vanity, watching himself in the mirror as he sang.

I don't care what people say
The rush is worth the price I pay
I get so high when you're with me
But crash and crave you when you leave

Cheekily smiling and raising his eyebrows into the mirror, flirting with his reflection as if it were Blaine.

So I got a question;
Do you want to have a summer party in my basement?
Do I make your heart beat like an 808 drum?
Is my love, your drug?
Your drug? Your drug? Your drug?
Is my love, your drug?

"Kurt?"

Kurt jumped at the sound of Finn's voice and spun around to face him, feeling the color drain from his face.

"Dude, you were singing really loud."

"Yeah. I guess I just got, uh, lost in the moment," Kurt's eyes dreamy as he thought of Blaine.

"Okay," the taller boy replied in a questioning tone. "That song you were singing?"

Kurt, trying to compose himself, "Ke$ha's a pretty fierce bitch."

"Uh, okay?" Finn clearly had no idea who Ke$ha was. "I'm getting kind of tired, how long before you will be ready to go to bed?"

"You know that my moisturizing routine takes 45 minutes, Finn," Kurt replied, sarcastic and smiling.

"And you haven't even started yet?" Finn replied with a bit of contrived irritation. "Ugh," he exhaled as he fell dramatically face first onto his plaid comforter.

Kurt tried to restrain his laugh, but couldn't. Finn was laughing into his pillowcase.

Kurt grabbed some blue satin pajamas and headed for the bathroom. He smiled to himself and felt happiness spread through his veins, he and Finn had been able to get past whatever awkwardness had existed between them and had become very comfortable sharing space as brothers.

Kurt emerged from the bathroom exactly 45 minutes later and headed to the family room to wish his Dad and Carole goodnight. He saw the outline of his father and Carole cuddled together deep in the couch, Carole's head resting gently on Burt's shoulder. He felt a tug in his chest as he remembered seeing his dad and mom sitting the same way so many years before, but he was happy. His dad had found somebody to love and someone who loved him in return; he knew that they were lucky to have Carole and Finn in their lives.

Kurt walked up behind the couch, clearing his throat. Both Burt and Carole turned to look at him.

"Just wanted to say goodnight," he said, leaning over to plant a kiss on his dad's forehead and one on Carole's cheek.

"What time is that party that you and Finn are going to tomorrow?" Carole inquired.

"Mercedes said that we should be there around 9 so that we have a few hours before the ball drops."

"Okay. We will see you in the morning then dear."

"Goodnight son," Burt said as he and Carole settled in again next to each other.

Finn was asleep face down on top of his comforter, still wearing his jeans and t-shirt from the day. Kurt shook his head. The sight of his incredibly tall brother draped half on and half off his twin size bed still made Kurt laugh. Finn's feet and legs hung over the end of the bed several inches and he had a pension for draping his arm over the side of the bed so that it touched the floor. Kurt picked up a green and tan plaid blanket off the floor at the end of the bed and draped it gently over Finn, then flicked off the light.

Smiling Kurt positioned himself under his Egyptian cotton sheets and duvet and closed his eyes to sleep. And dream of a certain dark haired boy.

He could feel the gentle press of the other boy's lips, soft at first then deepening and becoming more urgent. Hands caressing over each others' torsos. Shirts being removed. The world around them dissolving into fog. The younger boy's hands tugging at his belt.

Blaine sat straight up in his bed, panting. The light was still on in the room, his eyes searched for the clock as he tried to regain control of his breath and calm his body. 10:00 PM. It would be at least a few more hours before his parents returned from their art gala with Blaine's sister, Caitlin, and her fiancé, Theodore.

Blaine's eyes glanced from Theodore's neatly organized suitcase to his neatly made bed. This was the first year that Blaine had had to share his room at their condo with anyone. Being used to sharing a room from at Dalton, it wasn't bothersome to Blaine, especially since Theodore was a conscientious roommate. But still, it signaled a change in the family dynamic. The Anderson's had been coming to their condo in Aspen for the week between Christmas and New Year's for as long as Blaine could remember. It was the one week a year that Mr. Anderson left his business to spend time with his family. Not that he wasn't on his phone the entire time, but at least he was out of the office. During the day they skied together and dined around town. In the evenings, their parents had social engagements and Blaine and Caitlin would hang out around the condo, watching movies, playing games, talking, and poking fun at their parents. But, now that Theodore had entered the picture, with his good breading and family money, Caitlin's priorities had changed and she felt it necessary to be seen in society with him.

Blaine missed their evenings together, but he loved Theodore and knew that he was a perfect match for Caitlin. An even six feet tall, with dusty blond hair, green eyes, and an athletic build, when Blaine had first met Teddy (as Caitlin called him) it was like he was seeing a piece of Caitlin's imagination come to life. The fact that he was intelligent, kind, soft spoken, down to earth and from a well-to-do family, just sealed the deal. Caitlin had succeeded in her college quest to gain the most sought after of degrees: MRS, from a person who besides being perfect for her, would never let her want for anything. Blaine hoped that he would find that happy ending with someone (perhaps Kurt) someday.

Blaine's stomach growled as he made his way through the condo to the kitchen. He made himself a sandwich and sat at the dining table to eat in silence, watching the snow fall gently outside. Sometimes Blaine found it hard to be alone like this, but tonight his thoughts turned to a certain countertenor and time seemed to fly past. Smiling lightly to himself, a wistful look spreading across his face, Blaine mused how he could get lost in someone's eyes when that person was over a thousand miles away. I should call him, Blaine thought pulling out his phone. 10:35, which meant it was 12:35 in Ohio, definitely too late to call tonight. Blaine didn't want to disturb Kurt's precious beauty sleep, though he wasn't sure how much more beautiful the boy could get. Tomorrow then, I will call tomorrow and wish him a Happy New Year. That seemed like a reasonable excuse. He had wanted to call the younger boy pretty much every day, but was trying not to seem overbearing. He didn't know where things between them stood. Sure there had been much shameless flirting, often on his part, and Kurt seemed like he could be interested, but Blaine wasn't sure. Plus, he knew that Kurt was spending all kinds of hours with his Dad, Carole, and Finn and his friends from New Directions. Kurt's busy and he isn't thinking about me, Blaine told himself. I need to give him time and space.

Blaine finished his sandwich, rinsing the dish off in the sink. He decided to hit the shower and then head to bed, knowing that he would be up all night tomorrow. Caitlin and Theodore had decided not to attend the New Year's Eve party with Mom and Dad and instead would stay in and have a movie marathon/video game night with Blaine.

Disrobing and slipping into the steaming water, his thoughts immediately went to Kurt as they often did when he was in the shower. The warmth of the water splashing over his body added to the image of the boy he loved did things to Blaine that he was never quite ready for, but the shower was the one place where he didn't push them away.

When Blaine finally came down, breathing heavily and shuddering, he felt warmth inside his body that matched the warmth on the outside. The thought of Kurt drove him wild, but it wasn't just the thought of what he wanted to do to Kurt, or wanted Kurt to do to him. Everything about Kurt amazed him. Standing in the warmth of the water, he began to sing.

I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I won't let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul

Blaine leaned back against the far wall of the shower letting the water fall at his feet and closing his eyes, Kurt's face flooding his mind.

I know that you are something special
To you I'd be always faithful
I want to be what you always needed
Then I hope you'll see the heart in me

Your beautiful soul, yeah

You might need time to think it over
But I'm just fine moving forward
I'll ease your mind
If you give me the chance
I will never make you cry c`mon let's try

Blaine opened his eyes, his voice lowering and taking a brooding tone.

Am I crazy for wanting you?
Baby do you think you could want me, too?
I don't wanna waste your time
Do you see things the way I do?
I just wanna know if you feel it, too
There is nothing left to hide

Your beautiful soul, yeah

That was it. Blaine couldn't help it anymore, he was calling Kurt tomorrow. But, now he had to get some sleep.

"Kurt?" Kurt moved his eyes from where they had been watching the snow fall to Mercedes' face.

"Kurt, is something wrong? You've been starin' out that window for a long time."

"No, the snow is just beautiful tonight," Kurt said pushing himself more upright where he sat.

Mercedes shot Kurt an incredulous look. "Boy, you trippin' if you think that I am going to fall for that line."

Kurt smiled, he knew better than to try and pull one over on Mercedes.

"Spill," she said smiling.

Kurt's mind wandered to Blaine. Kurt had been so excited when the older boy had called earlier. Blaine was flirty and seemed genuinely happy to talk to him. Kurt's heart had fluttered during the whole conversation. They talked about Blaine's skiing adventures and Kurt had imagined him gliding gracefully down the mountain on his strong powerful legs, curly hair blowing in the wind. Kurt's heart had stopped at the thought of Blaine's piercing hazel eyes looking at him through his goggles. When Kurt said that he wasn't sure how well he would do with skiing, Blaine quickly retorted, "You have danced in 10 inch heels, Kurt. Skiing would be a piece of cake." Kurt had shared the details of the new additions to his wardrobe, including the emerald green hip length sweater that fit like a glove. "I bet that really brings out your eyes." Blaine had commented, blushing from ear to ear at his forwardness. Kurt had smirked, reveling in the flattery.

Their conversation had continued past the time that Kurt needed to start getting ready so he had kept Blaine on speaker phone while he dressed and primped.

At 8:45, Kurt was ready to go and trying to find a way to gracefully get off the phone, when he really didn't want to. This was of course the moment Blaine chose to start on a completely new topic.

"So, the Warbler's perform at Winter Formal every year and they take suggestions about what to sing. Any thoughts?" Blaine asked, changing the subject.

Winter Formal? Kurt puzzled. What was that and why have I not heard anything about it before now? The Warblers get to perform which undoubtedly means another chance at a solo, or perhaps a duet. Kurt's heart raced.

"Kurt, you still there?"

The sound of Blaine's voice righted Kurt's mind. "I was just trying to think," he recovered. "If I may, what is Winter Formal?"

"Dude, come on let's go," Finn shouted from the top of the stairs. "You know that if we don't get there soon Rachel will have the whole set list for the night figured out and you won't get a word in edgewise."

"I'm so sorry Blaine, but I have to go. Finn's calling me."

"Oh, yeah you have the party with all of your friends tonight. I didn't realize how late it was getting. I'm sorry to keep you. "

"I don't mind," Kurt all but cooed. Both boys smiled.

"Go, and have a great time. Tell Mercedes 'hi' for me."

"I will," Kurt replied, then ventured, "Talk to you tomorrow?"

"Sounds great!" Blaine cried sounding much more eager than he wanted. Kurt's heart leapt with excitement.

They both hung up, releasing dreamy sighs into the air. Kurt quickly grabbed his coat and hat and headed for the door.

"Uh, Kurt? Seriously, what is going on? I think you are starting to drool," Mercedes tone had changed from playful to serious.

Kurt wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and motioned for Mercedes to sit across from him, leaning toward her to keep the conversation semiprivate.

"Boy, you got it bad," she said leaning back from their tight huddle when Kurt had finished. "Do you think that he is going to ask you to this Formal?"

"That's just it. I don't know. We are friends and I don't have any reason to believe anything other than that, except for the way I feel and the gigantic hints that keep getting thrown around."

"Give it time, Kurt. I'm sure that his feelings will make themselves known sooner or later," Mercedes said, eyeing the karaoke machine. "Right now it is time for us to go take our rightful place at those microphones and relieve everyone from Rachel's tenth song in a row." She smiled and grabbed Kurt's hand; he willingly followed.

Midnight came quickly and after significant drama over who everyone would be kissing, the moment had arrived. The twelve members of New Directions and Kurt stood around the TV holding glasses of sparkling cider and waiting for the ball to drop. At midnight the whole group sang Olde Lang Syne in perfect harmony. Kisses were exchanged all around. Kurt kissing Mercedes first, then Rachel, getting kisses on the cheek from Quinn and Brittany, and one on the head from his much taller "brother," which sent everyone in the room into fits of laughter. It was good to be home and back in the company of his old friends. His heart ached at the realization that he was headed back to Dalton just two days later.

Kurt stole away into the hall just after midnight taking out his phone and typing a note to Blaine.

Kurt: Happy New Year!

Blaine grabbed his phone where it buzzed on the coffee table, smiling when he saw who is was from. He was thankful that his sister and Teddy were involved in a heated tennis match on the Wii so that he could have a minute without being mercilessly teased.

Blaine: You too! But, we still have a few more hours here. How is 2011 looking?

Kurt: So far so good.

Blaine: Great! I'm looking forward to it. But, now I have to go kick Caitlin's butt at Wii tennis.

Kurt smiled broadly at the idea of Blaine playing tennis. A playful Blaine, making use of his toned body. Kurt started to feel a little hot under the collar. He imagined what Blaine was like with his sister. He talked so fondly of her and they obviously had a great relationship. It sounded like she was one person who really got to see Blaine as his relaxed self. And Kurt felt a small pinch of envy, but quickly pushed it away.

Kurt: Have fun! Talk to you tomorrow.

It was nearly 5 o'clock in the morning when the credits finally rolled on Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Caitlin and Teddy had long since passed out on the floor, Teddy lying on his back, Caitlin's head on his chest as she lay perpendicular to him. Blaine decided to stay where he was on the couch so as not to disturb them and give in to sleep.

Kurt was up early initiating Carole into the "Hummel Family New Year's Feast." Every New Year's Day, Kurt got up early and prepared a huge meal that sustained him and Burt through the day of parade and football watching. Burt usually tried to help with the preparations, but Kurt was so proficient with all of it that it was usually more about spending time together. Their elaborate spread included every possible kind of breakfast food – pancakes, muffins, cinnamon rolls, fresh fruit salad, lox, eggs, even fresh squeezed orange juice and bacon (a treat for Burt that Kurt tolerated only a few times a year). The Hummels may not have had an elaborate feast on Thanksgiving or a big dinner on Christmas (though that had changed this year with the addition of the Hudson family traditions), but New Year's Day breakfast was their equivalent. Kurt's mom had always said that she thought that it got the year started on the right note, with a celebration. And though Elizabeth Hummel was an excellent cook, it was her breakfasts that had made Burt swoon. Besides, doing all the cooking for the day in the morning, allowed Elizabeth to spend the day enjoying the Rose parade with her son and the Rose Bowl Game with her husband. She had groomed Kurt in the art since he was old enough to stand and he knew all of the favorites by heart. He found Carole to be only a bit more helpful that his father (which wasn't saying much), but he enjoyed her company in the kitchen.

"Boys, breakfast is ready!" Carole called. The sound of the two hungry men clamoring to the table made both Kurt and Carole laugh out loud.

After breakfast it was time for the Rose Parade. Kurt and Carole talked nonstop throughout commenting on the creativity of the floats and beautiful use of flowers. Burt and Finn sat close by reading the newspaper and roaming back and forth to the kitchen. Then the game came on and the roles reversed. Carole, Burt, and Finn took the couch across from the TV, hollering wildly. Kurt sat in the easy chair, legs draped elegantly over arm thumbing through a stack of Vogue magazines and watching the scene out of the corner of his eye. Muttering, "Dad, calm down. Your heart," from time to time.

After halftime Kurt knew that he had the perfect opportunity to call Blaine. The other members of his household would be too caught up in the game to miss him for the next hour or two. Kurt stole away to his basement bedroom and dialed Blaine's number.

"Hey," Blaine said when he answered the phone. Getting up from where he sat watching the game in the living room with his parents, Caitlin, and Teddy.

Their conversation flowed easily, comfortably. Kurt recounted the hilarious performances and kissing drama of the night before, but left out his the details of his conversation with Mercedes. Blaine informed Kurt that he had in fact kicked Caitlin's butt at tennis and still retained his crown as Wii tennis champ, but left out the Harry Potter marathon that had kept him up all night long. He could let Kurt see part of that side of him, but he wasn't sure that he was ready to let Kurt see the full brunt of his dorkiness.

Both boys thought to themselves how wonderful it felt to just be talking to each other again. They had missed their time together, their witty banter, and the feeling of adoration that crept up in both of their chests.

An hour in Kurt was feeling desperate to get back to the conversation from the previous day. Blaine, now leaning back against the headboard of his bed, was having all he could do to stay awake. He was exhausted from having gotten less than 3 hours of sleep the night before. Being alone in his quiet room with only the sound of Kurt's soothing voice was making it difficult to keep up conversation.

Kurt summoned his courage, "So tell me more about this Winter Formal?"

"Oh, it's a fun night. We ride in a limo, the Warbler's perform, there is dancing," Blaine's head dropped forward and he snapped it upright as he fought to stay awake. Kurt's heart jumped at the mention of dancing. "Wes's dad is friends with the man who owns the hotel where is it held so the Warbler's and their dates get to have the Presidential suite for their after party."

Dates! Kurt's mind was racing. Blaine just said dates! Oh what I wouldn't give to be Blaine's date.

Blaine's chin hit his chest; he couldn't fight off sleep any longer.

After a moment Kurt ventured, "Does everyone take a date?"

Blaine shook himself awake, "Oh, what? I'm sorry."

Kurt wasn't sure what to make of Blaine's reaction, but took a deep breath and asked again.

"Oh no, you don't have to have a date. Some people just go with the group. I mean, all the Warbler's go because we perform. Actually pretty much everyone goes, but you don't have to have a date."

"Oh," Kurt sighed feeling slightly deflated. "Did you have a date last year?"

"Yeah. I went with Mark," Blaine stated as a matter of fact, trying desperately to keep his eyes open.

Kurt felt his face grow hot with jealousy. He knew exactly who Mark was. Senior Warbler who took Blaine under his wing and helped him become a soloist. Blaine's first date. Blaine's first kiss. They had dated several times and broken up amicably.

"Oh," was all Kurt could manage. The silence that followed felt awkward to Kurt. Unbeknownst to him, Blaine had fallen asleep on the other end of the phone and was, at that moment, dreaming about asking Kurt to Winter Formal and sharing an end of date kiss with him.

After the silence had gone on far too long, Kurt felt compelled to ask a question to which he had to know the answer. He couldn't keep pining away for a boy that didn't have feelings for him. He summoned the courage that Blaine usually gave to him.

"Do you, uh, think that you will go with a date this year?"

Blaine slurred answer was mostly incoherent, but Kurt could clearly hear him say, "go with the group."

Kurt deflated and felt hot tears starting to well up in his eyes, a stabbing pain gripping in his stomach. Blaine wasn't going to ask him. He didn't have those feelings for Kurt.

"Hey Blaine, I have to go," he lied, trying to hold in the tears long enough to get off the phone. "I'll see you back at school on Monday." He didn't wait for Blaine to respond before he hung up. And it was probably a good thing since Blaine had fallen asleep again dropping the phone to his side.

As soon as Kurt hung up, he tossed his phone beside him on the bed, lowering himself over the edge and onto the floor. Huddling his knees to his chest, back against the bed, Kurt dissolved into a puddle of tears. After several minutes of letting heavy, hard tears fall, Kurt reached for his iPod. Jamming his ear buds into his ears and scrolling through his songs he hit the play button, letting his tears stream down his face.

I'm lyin' here on the floor where you left me
I think, I took too much
I'm cryin' here, what have you done?
I thought it would be fun

I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch
I can't stay on your morphine, 'cuz its makin' me itch
I said, I tried to call the nurse again but she's being a little bitch
I think I'll get outta here, where I can

Run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill
Instead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me ill
You keep makin' me ill

Kurt sang along sadly to the words for a moment before dissolving into tears again.

I haven't moved from the spot where you left me
This must be a bad trip
All of the other pills, they were different
Maybe I should get some help

Run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill
Instead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me ill
You keep makin' me ill

I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch
(Just like a pill)
I can't stay on your morphine, 'cuz its makin' me itch
(Just like a pill)
I said, I tried to call the nurse again but she's being a little bitch
(Just like a pill)
I think I'll get outta here, where I can

Run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
(Frustrated fears)
And I swear you're just like a pill
(Just like a pill)
Instead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me ill
(Makin' me, makin' me ill)
You keep makin' me ill

Kurt wished that he could run far away from these feelings, he didn't want the boy he loved to make him feel this way. But he realized that he was not losing Blaine and that was the important thing. He still had Blaine's friendship and that meant the world. Kurt just had to figure out how he was going to get over that gorgeous boy.

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Songs:

Your Love is My Drug – Ke$ha

Beautiful Soul – Jesse McCartney

Just Like a Pill – Pink

In the next episode: The boys return to Dalton. Winter Formal approaches, but first they must survive Finals.