New Message From Blaine:

Can you come by for dinner Friday night?

It was now Tuesday morning. Blaine had sent Kurt a text message the previous morning to tel him that he was skipping Fridays at the coffee shop to make it to the hospital a little earlier, and thats why he skipped the day after Dylans birthday. It was easier with his hectic schedule. 

But Kurt had noticed that Blaines trips to the coffee shop were becoming less frequent. He never showed up after he sent Kurt that text message that Monday, and Kurt had a feeling the same thing would happen today.

New Message To Blaine:

You couldnt ask in person? Are you standing me up this week, Doctor Anderson?

Seeing Blaine in the mornings before he went to work brought a better change in his step than the coffee he drank. Kurt loved spending time with Blaine, talking to him, and getting a chance to be away from the chaos of his life. Kurt definitely missed Blaine on the mornings he wasnt there.

New Message From Blaine:

Im sorry. :( Rachels supposed to find out this week if she got the role in this musical she auditioned for, and shes really anxious... I just want to be here for her as much as I can... So I want to make it up to you, if youll come have dinner with us Friday night.

New Message To Blaine:

That would be great, actually. Would 6 p.m. be all right for you?

New Message From Blaine:

That would be perfect. Have a great week, Kurt. See you then!

A week without Blaine made Kurt realize how much of an impact Blaine had on his mood. Every morning, hed go to the coffee shop, in hopes that maybe Blaine would be there anyway. If Rachel got the past, she wouldnt need a reason for Blaine to be there anymore, and he could join Kurt in the mornings. But without Blaine there, Kurts mornings dragged a little more than usual.

But even the thought of that reminded Kurt how guilty he felt about Dylan. Blaine was there for his girlfriend, like he should be, and that had to be his priority. Unlike Dylan. He got up early every morning for work and took off without so much as three words to Kurt. He was still bitter about what happened on his birthday, and Kurt couldnt blame him. 

On Friday, Kurt attempted to make it up to him. He woke up early to find Dylan in the kitchen, hunched over a bowl of Lucky Charms. He stared at the table with a tired expression on his face 

"Hey," Kurt said quietly.

"Hi," Dylan glanced up. "Youre up early."

"You ran out on me so quickly last week that I never gave you a birthday gift. I wanted to earlier this week, but our schedules really seemed to clash this week," Kurt held out a small box.

"That wasnt all accidental," Dylan took it from him. "I was avoiding you."

"I know," Kurt nodded, folding his hands. "Are you still angry with me?" 

"I dont know," Dylan said, slowly unwrapping the box. "Ive accepted that theres nothing I can do about Blaine, but the whole situation still bothers me, you know?

"I understand," Kurt sat down in the chair across from him.

Dylan opened the box and his mouth fell open. "Where did you get this?" he asked, pulling the item out. He twirled it around his fingers, staring at it admiringly. 

"I called your mom, because I didnt know what to get you. I told her that I really wanted to do something special, especially after what happened the other day," Kurt admitted.

"This was my grandfathers watch," Dylan placed the watch around his wrist, still staring at it with wide eyes. "When he died, my mom tucked it away in a drawer, because she couldnt look at it anymore. It was his favorite thing. My grandmother gave it to him for their fiftieth wedding anniversary."

"Your mom told me that you were really close with your grandfather, and she knew you would appreciate this," Kurt smiled.

"Thank you," Dylan whispered. He reached across the table and took Kurts hand. "Im sorry Ive been such an ass to you all week. I want to make it up to you. Lets go out to dinner tonight."

"Can we go tomorrow?" Kurt asked nervously. This wasnt going to go well. He could tell that from the surprised look on his boyfriends face.

"Does this have something to do with him?" Dylan pulled his hand back. "is that what this was? You were buttering me up to tell me you were going somewhere with him tonight?"

"Its not just him. Hes dating my best friend from high school. Youve heard me talk about Rachel. Shes been dying to see me, and she really wants me to come over for dinner tonight," Kurt rubbed circles on the back of Dylans hand with his thumb, trying to reassure him. 

"And hell be there too," Dylan pointed out.

"Hell be with his girlfriend. You cant possibly think Id do anything with his girlfriend there," he moved around the table and placed his arms around Dylans neck. "I wouldnt do anything at all," he added.

"But well go out to dinner tomorrow?" Dylan asked. "We really havent seen enough of each other lately."

"I promise," Kurt kissed his cheek. "And thank you, this means a lot to me."

When Kurt showed up to Blaine and Rachels apartment later that evening, he felt a lot better about his situation. Yes, Dylan had hesitated about this at first, but knowing Rachel was going to be there made him feel better. Rachel might be the barrier that keeps Dylan from completely losing it. 

"Hey stranger," Blaine opened the door to Kurt, who handed him a dish. "What is this?"

"Its a salad, Doctor Anderson," Kurt smiled, taking off his jacket. "I figured if you were going to invite me to dinner, the least I could do was contribute something. No need to thank me."

"Thanks, Kurt," Blaine smiled, moving into the kitchen. The counters were lined with pans , bowls, utensils, and empty containers. "Dinner might be a little late though."

"Why?" Kurt sat down at the breakfast bar, watching Blaine struggle to find empty counter space for his salad.

"Rachel got called down to the theater to meet wit the director of Funny Girl, the show she auditioned for. I have a feeling shes going to find out whether or not she got the part," he said, gesturing to his mess. "I wanted to prepare her a nice meal to celebrate. Im sure shes got the part."

Thats been a dream of hers for a long time," Kurt smiled. He thought back to their high school days and how Barbra and Funny Girl were all Rachel ever talked about. If anyone deserved this, it was her. "Theyd be crazy not to hire her. Shes only been singing Dont Rain On My Parade since she was two."

"Im worried though," Blaine admitted. "If she doesnt get the part, shes not going to fee like eating at all... Ill feel bad if she walks through that door and shes miserable... I wanted to just go with her and we could go out to celebrate after... She didnt want me to come though. She has been so high on her emotions this week. I think shes afraid she wont get the part, and I dont think she wanted me to see her that upset if she doesnt get it."

"Well, were just gonna have to be here for her," Kurt said. "Shell be grateful you did all this for her."

"I hope so," Blaine said. He moved closer to Kurt and asked, "how was your week? Im really sorry I never made it into the shop. I was gonna go Tuesday, but Rachel insisted that I stay with her."

"I understand. i know how passionate she is about Funny Girl," he let out a soft chuckle. "She was like that waiting for her NYADA letter. The moment I got mine saying I was a finalist, Rachel assumed she didnt get accepted, because she hadnt gotten hers yet, and she was distraught. When she choked on her audition, she was miserable for a long time. She couldnt even look at me without bursting in tears."

"Oh man," Blaine ran a hand through his hair. "If shes that bad over not getting into a school, I cant imagine how shell be over her dream role on Broadway."

"Shell be fine," Kurt reassured him.

"Hows Dylan?" Blaine changed the subject.

"Hes... not thrilled with me being here, but knowing Rachel was here made him feel a little better about it," Kurt admitted. "Dont worry, Im not going to let him stop me from seeing you."

Blaine opened his mouth to speak but the sound of the front door made him freeze. "Shes here," he whispered. He wiped his hands on his apron and moved to the door. "Rach?" he said quietly.

Kurt followed him and stopped at the sight of Rachels face. She was pale. Her eyes were red, like she had been crying. Blaine stepped toward her and gave her a kiss. "What happened?" he asked.

A smile appeared on her lips and she said, "I got Fanny! I got the part!" She threw her arms around Blaines shoulders and he lifted her into the air, spinning her in a circle.

"Im so proud of you!" Blaine exclaimed. Blaine gave Rachel a deep kiss, and Kurt quickly looked away, feeling slightly uncomfortable. The sight of Blaine kissing Rachel, after having enjoyed his own kisses with Blaine, made Kurt feel like he shouldnt intrude on this moment.

When Rachel was gently set back on the ground, she ran over to Kurt and said, "Kurt, Ive bee waiting for this my whole life. Im so glad you could be here to celebrate with me."

"This is so exciting!" Kurt gave her a big hug.

"I know," she said, pulling away from him. Tugging a piece of hair behind her ear.  "Ive waited my whole life to hear those words, Rachel Berry, you are Fanny Brice."

"Good thing Blaine prepared this enormous dinner for you," Kurt smiled, leading her toward the kitchen.

"You did all this for me?" Rachel looked from the mess in the kitchen to Blaine. Tears formed in her eyes and she launched herself into Blaines arms, "I love you so much."

"I love you too," Blaine beamed.

Once again, Kurt felt slightly out of place. He moved around to the living room and sat down on the couch. it was best to give them their time together. This was a moment for them as a couple, and Kurt didnt want to interfere with that.

When Blaine and Rachel finally broke apart, she said, "Can you guys give me a minute? I want to get changed and just get my emotions in check. Ill let you finish dinner and ‘m gonna go take a quick shower."

"Sure, no problem," Blaine said.

She gave Kurt a smile, as she moved into the bedroom, closing the door being her. 

When Blaine moved back into the kitchen to check the oven, Kurt moved over to him and said, "its too bad her dads werent here to share this moment with her. Theyll be so proud of her."

"Telling her parents wont be the problem. Its going to be my parents that will have quite the reaction," Blaine said, turning the oven off.  He set the oven mitts on the counter and crossed his arms over his chest.

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked.

"Remember the plan weve talked about? The one where my family knows exactly whats good for me," Blaine rolled his eyes. When Kurt nodded, he continued, "They havent exactly been thrilled about my choice in a partner. My parents want whats best for me, thats why they want me to have a stable job in a hospital."

"Right," Kurt nodded.

"Well, just because I gave up on a wild dream, doesnt mean my girlfriend shouldnt. They want her to. Broadway isnt going to bring our relationship a stable job. Sure, she has Fanny now, but she wont have it forever, and they are going to lecture me about that," Blaine sighed heavily. "She needs a stable job that will be good for a family someday."

"Shes good at what she does though," Kurt said, his eyes shifting toward the bedroom door..

"Can you get a stack of plates out of the cupboard by the sink and set the table?" Blaine asked. He dug into a drawer to look for something and said, "I dont doubt Rachels talent at all, and I think she can have a steady career on Broadway at the rate shes going. My parents know shes talented too, but they dont have the faith in her that I do."

"Thats what makes you such a good boyfriend. Anyone would be lucky to have you," Kurt told him. He dropped the plate in his hand, when he realized what he said. Blushing, he bent down to pick it up.

Blaine rushed over and began helping him. "Careful, dont cut yourself," he warned.

"Dot worry about it. I got it," Kurt looked up and found his face inches from Blaines. Blue eyes met hazel eyes and, for a moment, everything froze. There was something about those eyes that made Kurts heart skip a beat every time. He hated it, because he knew it was too good to be true. His eyes found Blaines lips and then he knew he had to pull away before he did something stupid again.

"Um, okay, Ill finish setting up," Blaine said awkwardly. He stood up, leaning the broom against the table. 

"Blaine," Kurt stood up. He took a deep breath, when Blaine whirled around to face him. "We cant keep doing this," He leaned against the broom, watching his friend closely.

"Doing what?" Blaine asked.

"This dance," Kurt admitted. "I know you felt that."

"What?" Blaine asked, eyebrows raised.

"The energy, Blaine," Kurt moved closer to him. 

"Please dont do this," Blaine whispered. His eyes were wide and his hands were slightly shaking. "My girlfriends right in the other room. There was no connection. We... dont have a connection, Kurt. Stop trying to make something out of nothing."

"Im not trying to, because I dont want to," Kurt shot back. There definitely was something between him and Blaine. He could feel it every time he looked in those eyes. It didnt mean he wanted to act on it, but it was still there, and Kurt couldnt keep up with his own emotions. 

"Lets just get through dinner," Blaine said, turning away from him to pull silverware out of a drawer..

"Fine," Kurt placed his hands on his hips. "But I think we need to talk, Blaine."

"Why?" Blaine asked, straightening up.

"Because you cant kiss a person like that without it meaning something," Kurt said. It was something he had been holding back since the kiss happened.

"Why are you bringing this up?" Blaine hissed.

"Because I think theres something you arent telling me, and i think I know what that something is. I think youre too afraid to admit it to me, and to Rachel. I dont even think youre willing to admit it to yourself."

Blaine stared at Kurt, his eyes flickered with fear, and for a moment, he couldnt speak.

The bedroom door slowly opened and Rachel appeared in the room a second later. "Its been a long day, and Im starving. Lets eat," she announced, not noticing the tension between the two men.

Blaine continued to glare at Kurt, who pulled a chair out for Rachel. The statement Kurt had made set something off in him, and Kurt could sense that Blaine was no longer comfortable. He remained oddly quiet through dinner, while Rachel and Kurt discussed the idea of Rachel being on Broadway. And even after, when the three of them sat on the couch to watch a movie, and Rachel was curled up between them, Kurt couldnt help notice that Blaine squirmed in his seat quite a bit, or that he seemed distracted from the movie.

Was Kurt right? Was Blaine hiding something? And if he was, how was that going to impact the future for the three of them?