So, school projects, finals, graduation, and life got the best of me. Then, this chapter started to kick my ass. Every time I'd try to write it, I'd get a few paragraphs in before I found myself unable to find the right things to type. I've restarted this particular chapter about ten times before I said screw it and told myself not to change anything no matter what. So, slowly but surely, I got work done. I'm not particularly proud of this one, but I hope it suffices.

-.-.-.-

Two weeks. That's how long it's been since Kurt had asked him for some space. The past two weeks had been the loneliest two weeks of Blaine's life. He hadn't realized how much he loved spending time with the younger boy until he was forced to stay away. He also found himself using his phone a lot less now that Kurt wasn't talking to him.

In the last two weeks, the only times Blaine saw Kurt were during Warblers' practices, in the dining hall during meal times, and in their shared French class. Each time, Kurt would sit with Tyler and some other friends, as far away from Blaine as possible. In French, Kurt still sat next to Blaine, but only spoke when he absolutely had to; and even then, what he said was always pointed at Wes and David instead of at Blaine directly.

The longer it took Kurt to talk to him, the more anxious Blaine felt. He knew that he deserved this silent treatment from the boy, but not knowing what was going through Kurt's mind was driving him crazy. With each passing day, he feared that what he had done was too much and Kurt no longer wanted to be with him. The thought put a heavy feeling in his chest and he hated it.

"Why don't you just go talk to him?" Wes asked him one night. "Two weeks is a pretty long time, don't you think?"

"I can't do that," Blaine sighed and plopped down onto his bed. "I was the one who screwed up and he was the one who asked for the space. I don't want to try to talk to him when he obviously doesn't want to talk to me. The last thing I need is for him to get madder at me for being pushy."

"But Kurt's upset with all of this, too. What if he's just waiting for you to approach him to make it right?"

"How do you know?"

"You can see it in the way he acts. He may act okay, but it's obvious to anyone who has spent a good deal of time with him that something is upsetting him."

"What if he's upset about what we did to him? I just...don't want to risk anything. I'll just wait until he's ready to talk to me."

"If you say so," Wes sighed.

-.-.-.-

Blaine walked into the Warblers' practice room and his eyes immediately sought out Kurt. It had become a habit of his since he stopped talking to the boy. He may not be able to talk to and hang out with Kurt, but he could still keep an eye on him whenever they were in the same area. But, he was surprised to see that Kurt wasn't in the room. He took a seat in one of the armchairs and watched as the boys began to fill the room.

When Tyler showed up without Kurt, Blaine started to feel a little concerned. Tyler and Kurt almost always came to practice together. He shook his head and tried not to worry. Kurt was probably just running late. Blaine looked around the room; all the boys that Kurt usually hung out with now were already in the room. In fact, the only person missing was Kurt. He frowned. It wasn't like Kurt to be late; he's always so prompt.

"It's four o'clock," David announced. "It's time to begin the meeting."

"But, Kurt isn't here," Jeff pointed out, voicing what Blaine had in his mind.

"Does anyone know where Kurt is?" Wes asked. "He was in class today so I know he isn't sick or anything."

"He isn't coming today," Blaine turned his head so fast that he was surprised he didn't get whiplash. He stared at Tyler, who had been the one who answered Wes's question. Tyler looked back at everyone and elaborated. "His dad came right after classes ended to pick him up. They needed him for some special meeting at McKinley.

"Alright, then," Wes straightened in his seat and raised his gavel. "I call this meeting to order."

A discussion began about the schedule of the Warblers for the next month, but Blaine wasn't listening. His mind was elsewhere. McKinley? That was Kurt's old school. Why would he have to go back there for a meeting? Blaine thought hard about what could have happened that needed Kurt, but nothing came to mind.

After the meeting, Blaine decided to go to the library to get some work done. After about an hour in the library, he left with a few books he needed for his research, but no work done. He had tried to work, but he ended up thinking about Kurt and trying to figure out what happened that brought him back to his old school.

As he made his way back to the dorm rooms, he noticed a car stopping in the parking lot. The door opened and someone came out. Blaine didn't have to look twice to know that it was Kurt. Blaine considered calling out to him and asking him what happened, but he wasn't sure if he should. But, his curiosity was starting to get the best of him. He sped up his pace a little, so that he and Kurt ended up at the dorm building doors. Kurt stopped and looked at him, and Blaine stared back. He could feel the tension building up in the air around him. Luckily, Kurt spoke up and broke that tension.

"What did you guys go over at Warblers' today?" He asked in a dismissive voice. "I couldn't go."

Blaine had wanted to say 'I know' but he held his tongue. Instead, he said "We just went over our schedule for the month; we're planning on performing at the Retirement center in two weeks."

"Oh, I see." Kurt took a step towards the door

"Where were you anyway?" Blaine found himself asking before he could even stop himself. Kurt paused and looked at him with an unreadable expression on his face. Blaine thought that he wasn't going to answer because he took forever to say anything. But, he did.

"At McKinley." Kurt responded. "They wanted to have a meeting and I was needed there."

"Why? You don't go to that school anymore."

"Dave Karofsky apparently saw the error of his ways and wanted to apologize for what he did to me." Kurt shrugged.

Blaine found himself unable to speak. Kurt went back to his old school to speak to the very person who drove him out? He wasn't sure how he felt about that. The thought of Karofsky still angered him because of everything he did to Kurt. "Oh. They called you back to Lima for that?"

"Well, that wasn't all," Kurt spoke up after a while. "Since he apologized and everything is supposed to be okay now because he won't be bothering me anymore, they want me to go back to McKinley."

Blaine felt his heart stop. Kurt couldn't go back to McKinley; especially not when he still hasn't fixed things with him yet. If he were to go now, Blaine would never be able to get Kurt to forgive him. Things were hard enough right now, when Blaine still saw Kurt on a daily basis; he could only imagine how hard it would be if Kurt were in a different town.

"Are you going back?" Blaine managed to choke out despite the tightened feeling in his chest.

"I don't know yet," Kurt said slowly. "I'm still thinking about it."

"Oh," Blaine watched as Kurt nodded and entered the building after waving goodbye. Blaine stared at the door, long after Kurt had gone inside. He felt rooted to the spot. Kurt could possibly be leaving him. He had to make things right before that happened.

And that was why, when Wes entered their shared dorm room later that night, Blaine greeted him with an "I'm screwed!"

"And what makes you say that?" Wes asked with a raised eyebrow.

"That meeting he went to earlier," Blaine answered. "It was at his old school. They want him to come back."

"What?" Wes exclaimed. "How do you know that?"

"I bumped into Kurt while I was heading back here and he told me."

"But, why? Isn't that guy who bullied him still there?"

"He apparently apologized for all the wrong he's done and now that he's out of the way, Kurt is free to come back."

Wes's eyes furrowed in thought. "But, even if he was sincerely sorry for all he's done ad wants to make things better, I'm pretty sure he wasn't the only one who bullied Kurt. What about all those other kids?"

"I don't know," Blaine sighed in frustration. "He didn't exactly give me all the details. He told me that he was thinking about whether or not he was going to go back then kind of just left. I guess he's still mad at me."

"So what are you going to do?" Wes sat down with Blaine on the bed and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I don't know," Blaine put his head in his hands and shook his head. "I wish I knew. What I do know is this: I can't let him leave without fixing things with him first."

"Whatever you need to do, you know David and I are more than happy to help."

"Thanks, Wes."

-.-.-.-

When Kurt had asked Blaine for space, he knew that the older boy would listen. He just never thought that he would listen this...well. He hadn't been surprised that Blaine kept his distance; he hadn't approached Kurt, talked to him, texted, called, or even gone near him since he asked for space. What did surprise him, however, was that Blaine kept his distance for so long. A part of Kurt feared that Blaine didn't care about him enough to continue to pursue him and try to make things better.

"Or, he's just really obedient and very patient," Tyler would always respond. "You did ask him for space. He's obviously listening, and very well, might I add."

"I guess you're right."

"So," Tyler asked after a moment of silent. "What are you going to do about this transferring back to McKinley thing?"

"I honestly don't know," Kurt sighed. "I've been thinking about it all week, and I really don't know what to do. Midterms are in two weeks, and if I transfer then, I can make it back to McKinley in time for the beginning of the fourth quarter."

"But...?" Tyler pressed, because he knew that there was more.

"But, I don't know if I should." Kurt frowned. "I want to go back; I really do. I miss my friends and my family; sure, I get to see them whenever I visit on weekends, but it's not the same. And, driving to Lima is pretty costly so I can't do it as often as I like. Also, if I go back, I'll be back with New Directions and could compete with them at Nationals. Going to New York has always been a big dream of mine.

"But, at the same time, I don't want to leave Dalton and the Warblers. I competed with Warblers for Sectionals and Regionals, so competing with New Directions for Nationals would make me feel like I'm betraying them. And, I love it here. It was so different at first, but I've gotten the hang of the place and you guys are all such great friends. I want to go back to my old friends, but I also don't want to leave my new friends.

"And, Dalton tuition is really steep. My dad and Carole gave up their honeymoon money to send me here and there is no way I want them to feel like it went to waste by transferring back after a few months. And, let's face it, McKinley's academic standards is nothing compared to Dalton. Just staying at Dalton would look better on a college application than graduating with honors at McKinley."

"I see you didn't mention Blaine." Tyler commented.

"That's another thing, actually," Kurt chuckled dryly. "I know it sounds lame, but I don't want to leave him. Things aren't going so well with him right now, but that doesn't mean that it will be like this forever. Hell, technically speaking, we haven't even broken up. I just asked him for some space."

"You're not mad at him anymore?" Eyebrows rose in shock.

"Not really?" Kurt shrugged. "I'm not that upset about it anymore, but I still want him to make up for it, you know? I feel like it wouldn't be fair to me if I just let him get away with something like that without doing anything to make up for it."

"I understand." Tyler nodded. "So how's that going to work when you only have two weeks to make a decision, and Blaine is still giving you your space?"

"I wish I knew."

-.-.-.-

On Monday, Kurt woke up to the sound of his room door closing. He saw up and rubbed his eyes with a frown on his face. It wasn't like Trent to leave their room before he did. He glanced at his clock to see what time it was and his eyes widened in shock. He had thirty minutes to shower and get to class. He jumped out of bed and dashed into the bathroom. He had apparently forgotten to set his alarm last night.

Once he finished in the shower and changed—he decided to skip his morning skin care routine and would make up for it later—he only had ten minutes until class. He went into his desk drawer and pulled out one of the granola bars he kept in there and hurried out of his room and to his first class. He had just reached the door when something caught his eye—it was a flash of red on his bedside table that he hadn't realized was there earlier. As he got closer, he saw that it was a singe red rose. He picked it up and brought it close to his nose to smell. There was no card or note or anything that indicated where it came from. He spun the flower between his fingers and tried to figure out who could have given it to him.

"Oh, crap!" Kurt exclaimed when he realized the time. He only had five minutes to get to class. He put the flower back down on his bedside table and dashed out of the room as fast as he could. He could worry about the mysterious flower later.

By lunch time, Kurt was starving. The short distraction by the rose this morning didn't give him enough time to eat his granola bar. He grabbed a plate of pasta and made his way to the first empty table that he saw. He was just about to dig in when a shadow fell over the table. He looked up to see Blaine, Wes, and David giving him small smiles.

"Is it alright if we sit here?" Blaine asked with an unsure smile. Kurt was a bit taken aback by that because he had never seen the older boy as anything other than his confident charming self.

"Of course," Kurt motioned to the seats in front of him with his fork and the three boys sat down. He gave them all small smiles and dug into his lunch. The boys across from him fell into an easy conversation and occasionally turned to Kurt to ask for some input. He would give them a few answers now and then, and even volunteer some information himself on a couple occasions, but for the most part, he stayed quiet.

-.-.-.-

"Was that you sitting with Blaine and his friends?" Tyler asked as soon as he met up with Kurt at the door of the dining hall.

"Yeah, Blaine asked if he could sit with me and I said yes." Kurt shrugged as he continued down the hall with Tyler. Kurt's eyes widened when a thought suddenly came to mind. "There was something interesting in my room this morning."

"Oh?" Tyler glanced out of Kurt from the corner of his eyes.

"There was a red rose on my bedside table."

"Really? Who from?"

"I...don't know," Kurt frowned. If he had been back at McKinley, he would have shrugged this off as a prank devised by some stupid jocks. But, this was Dalton. "There wasn't a note or anything, and Trent was already out of the room when I woke up so I couldn't ask him. But, now that I think about it, I think it was Blaine who did it."

"It seems likely." Tyler shrugged and looked at Kurt out of the corner of his eye. There was a small smirk on his lips; Kurt was too busy thinking that he didn't notice. "Though I always pegged him for the type to leave a card or a note or something. He never struck me as a secret admirer type."

-.-.-.-

"What's wrong with you?" Wes turned on Blaine as soon as Kurt was away from the table.

"What did I do?" Blaine looked up at him in surpirse.

"Nothing, that's what you did!" Wes grumbled angrily to himself. Blaine turned to David for some clarification.

"You spent twenty minutes sitting right across from Kurt," David explained. "When we convinced you to go sit with Kurt, we were kind of hoping you would take that opportunity to talk to him and try to start making things right. He wouldn't ignore you if Wes and I were here."

"You had the perfect opportunity to talk to him." Wes waved his fork in front of Blaine's face. "But you barely spoke. And whenever David and I tried to bring you into the conversation, you barely said a thing. What's wrong with you?"

"I just..." Blaine sighed. "I can't bring myself to talk to him just yet. What if he's still mad at me? Like, what if I annoy him and he decides to transfer because of that?"

"Dude," David gave Blaine an incredulous look. "You can't be serious. You're being too paranoid about all of this."

"I just..don't want to risk losing him," Blaine slumped in his seat.

"You're going to end up losing him anyway if you don't start doing something about it." David pointed out.

"But I don't know what to do." Blaine said helplessly before he went back to poking at his food.

"You'll figure something out," Wes said quietly. He glanced over to David and the two shared a look over their friend's head.

-.-.-.-

When Kurt returned to his room later that day, he saw that the flower was still on his bedside table. But, there was something new there. A small box of chocolates was placed underneath the flower. Kurt walked closer and took the box out from under the rose. He examined the box. He looked to the bathroom door, which had just opened to reveal his roommate, fresh out of the shower.

"Hey, Trent," the boy looked to Kurt while he started to dry his hair with one of his towels. "Do you know who put these chocolates here?"

"Nope," Trent answered. "Though, I don't think those were there before I went into the shower; the flower was though. By the way, who's it from?"

"I don't know," Kurt frowned. "I was going to ask you. I woke up and it was on my bedside table."

"Man, I'm sorry, Kurt." Trent gave him a sheepish smile. "I didn't see it before I left this morning. I might have missed it, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't there. I checked your clock when I woke up because I was pretty surprised to see you still in bed."

"It's alright." Kurt gave him a reassuring smile. "I think I have an idea of who it could be."

Kurt reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He went to the message menu and put in a number he knew by heart: Blaine's. The flower and chocolates had to be from him. He was one of the few people who knew which chocolates he actually liked eating.

To Blaine: Thanks for the flower an chocolate.

He got a reply not even a minute later.

From Blaine: ? What flower & chocolate?

Kurt's eyebrows shot up as he quickly typed his response.

To Blaine: I got a flower this morning and the chocolates just now. Those weren't from you?

From Blaine: ...no. I didn't send u anything.

To Blaine: Oh...

Blaine didn't respond after that so Kurt put down his phone and looked at the box of chocolates. He turned it over in his hands a few times, trying to find any sign of who could have sent it, but saw nothing.

-.-.-.-

"Wes," The boy in question looked up from his homework to see Blaine with a frown on his face and his brows furrowed in though.

"What's up?"

"Someone sent Kurt flowers and chocolate."

"Oh?" Wes put his pen down and turned his chair to face Blaine, who had stood up and was now pacing their room. "How do you know?"

"He sent me a text. He thought it was from me so he was going to thank me."

"That sounds awkward," Wes said uneasily.

"That's not the point!" Blaine glared at the floor as he continued to pace. "Someone is sending Kurt gifts. What could that mean?"

"What do you think?" Wes asked wryly. "Obviously, someone is hitting on Kurt."

"Why would someone do that?" Blaine exclaimed. "We're still together! We're just spending a little time apart."

Wes rolled his eyes. "Look, no offense Blaine, but the 'time apart' you guys have been spending has been going on for a while now. Everyone's been talking about it since you first showed up at dinner at didn't sit next to each other. Since then, there had been so many rumors about why you guys broke up. And, judging from this little event, someone figures it's okay to come in and try and woo Kurt."

"They can't do that!"

"They can, and they did." Wes sighed. "Now, if you really want to get back with Kurt like you say you do, then you better act fast before you lose him to whoever is sending him gifts."

"I will." Blaine said with determination in his voice. Wes returned to his homework and

smirked.

-.-.-.-

The next time Kurt got a gift was during a Warblers' meeting. It was a small blue bear with a light gray bow tie; attached to the bow tie had been a small tag with the name 'Kurt' written on it. It was seated on the middle of the council table in plain sight.

"Where did that come from?" Jeff asked curiously as Kurt held the bear in his hands.

"I don't know," David, who had been the first person in the room, answered. "It was already in the room when I came in."

"Did you ever figure out who gave you those chocolates and that flower?" Tyler asked rather loudly, attracting the attention of the boys around in the room.

"Do you have a secret admirer or something?" Nick asked with a teasing tone.

Blaine, who had entered at that moment, looked at Nick in surprise. He looked around the room to see what was going on and immediately saw the small stuffed animal in Kurt's hands. His eyes narrowed and a scowl formed on his face. Whoever was sending these gifts to Kurt was starting to get on his nerves.

All throughout the meeting, Blaine threw glances at Kurt's direction. The younger boy held the bear in his hands and would occasionally look down at the animal. There was confusion in his eyes whenever he looked down at the small toy, but there was just the smallest twitch of his lips that told Blaine that Kurt was trying not to smile; he may not know who the toy was from, but he appreciated. And that just made Blaine even angrier. It was that anger (he refused to call it jealousy) that caused him to stop Kurt before the younger boy could leave the meeting room.

"Hey," Blaine gave him the most charming smile he could muster. "I was wondering, are you going home this weekend?"

"No," Kurt shook his head. "I have a bunch of final projects to finish so I'm staying here to get them done."

"Oh," Blaine tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice. "So, I'm guessing you're busy on Friday night, then?"

Kurt thought about it. Blaine bit the inside of his cheek nervously as he waited for an answer. "Well, I suppose I could spare a few hours. Why?"

"Do you want to go out?" Blaine asked hopefully. "We can go to dinner—my treat. And, maybe we could catch a movie or something? There are a few good ones that just came out."

"Sure," Kurt said with a small smile in Blaine's direction. And, with one final wave, he stepped around Blaine and left the room.

When Wes and David approached Blaine just a couple of minutes later, he had a large grin on his face and looked happier than they've seen him weeks.

-.-.-.-

Okay, so, this was supposed to be the last chapter, but it's just been so hard to finish it for some reason and I've taken so long to update. So, I decided to post this little tidbit out. So, there's actually one more chapter left after that. Sorry for the delay, guys.