Blaine wants to rip his hair out.  He wants to yell, and scream at the top of his lungs to stop asking about it.  That its none of their business what goes on his personal life.  But he cant.  He wont.  So, instead he goes on smiling and politely declining to answer the question.  Just like hes told to do; is taught.

The constant frustration hes feeling when doing interviews is only taken away when he leaves an interview and finds Kurt waiting for him.  Thats what is currently getting him through this interview.  Knowing Kurt is waiting for him backstage calms Blaine.  Makes him breathe easier.

"So, Blaine," Stephen says.  "You reveled something about yourself very recently."

Theres a few whoops and hollers that come from the audience.  It only manages to irritate Blaine.

"Yes, I did."  Blaine nods his head and forces the smile to stay on his face.  Remembers to act like its all a joke and hes laughing at the whole thing.  Acts like hes comfortable, and okay.  Although, hes far from both.

"I was shocked, to say the least."  Stephen holds a hand to his chest and puts on a shocked look as he laughs.  "I mean, its not something I thought to associate with you."

"Okay."  Blaine nods his head.

"I mean, you a Buckeyes fan!  Man, that...that is a shock."

Blaine loves Stephen in this moment.  Loves him for not going there.  For being the sensible and decent person.  Unlike all the other people hes talked to this past week.

Blaine lets out a deep, relieved laugh. "I am," he admits as he nods his head. "I come from Ohio.  So its in my blood.  Sorry."

"I...I dont know if we can still be friends," Stephen says, acting like hes offended and upset.

"I hope we can be," Blaine says.

"Maybe," Stephen jokes.

"Okay."

"With that jokingly aside, Im glad you came on the show today.  I love having you."

"I love being here," Blaine replies.

Stephen looks into the camera.  "Im sure I dont have to tell you, but Blaines new movie is out.  Go see it.  Its great."

When the director calls a commercial break, Blaine stands up from the chair and removes his mic clipped to the lapel of his jacket.  "Hey," he says as he shakes Stephens hand.  "Thanks.  Thanks for not talking about it."

"No problem," Stephen responds with a kind smile.  "Im pretty sure youre sick of talking about it, anyways."

Blaine lets out a small chuckle.  "I am."  He minutely nods his head.  "It was great seeing you."

After Stephen tells him bye, Blaine walks off the stage and to where Kurt waits for him in the green room.  He ignores the people that follow behind him; his assistant and manager, and someone else he cant remember.  He turns to him when he stops in front of the door of the room.  "Give me a few minutes alone."

He sees them back off.  Take a few steps away from him.

Opening the door and stepping in to the room, Blaine smiles at the sight of Kurt asleep on the couch.  The book he was reading open on the floor where he dropped it.  Quietly walking up to him, Blaine kneels down.  Kurt looks stunning as he sleeps.  Pink lips slightly parted as he breathes.  Lips so alluring and tempting for Blaine.  He would give anything to be able to kiss him awake.  To press his mouth softly to Kurts until he awoke and responded back.  Blaine hates that he cant.  But he accepts it.  Kurts his best friend in the entire world, and he wouldnt do anything to risk losing that friendship.  Not even over a kiss.  "Kurt," he says instead as he strokes a thumb over Kurts cheekbone.

"Mmm," Kurt faintly replies.

Blaine leans up and whispers into Kurts ear, "Kurt, wake up."  He pulls back just in time to see Kurts eyes start to flutter open.  The magnificent blue of his eyes of today greeting Blaine.

"Finished?"  Kurt sleepily asks.

"Yeah," Blaine responds.  "Im finished."

"How was it?"  Kurt fully opens his eyes and yawns.

"It was great.  He was nice enough to not ask about it."

Blaine turns into Kurts touch when he reaches out and cups his face.  Thumb stroking over his cheek just like he was doing mere moments before.  "Thats good," Kurt says.  "Thats nice of him."

"And Im taking it you fell asleep reading?"  Blaine chuckles as he picks up Kurts book off the floor.

Kurt nods his head.

"This any good?"  Blaine flips through the pages of the book.

"Really good," Kurt says.  "Dark and mysterious."

"So, did the husband do it?"  Blaine asks after reading the summary of the book on the back.

"Im not telling.  Read it for yourself and find out."

"You know I can just Google the end and find out."  Blaine pulls out his phone and brings up Google.  Before he can even type the first word of the book, he finds his phone snatched out of his hands.

"Blaine Anderson, you better not," Kurt sternly tells him, but a hint of a laughter to his eyes.  Corner of his mouth curling up in a smile.  "Here, Ill give it to you.  I already read it before."

"Thanks."  Blaine holds the book.

"If I find out you Googled the end, I will hurt you," Kurt warns, but with amusement to his voice.

"I wont.  Promise," Blaine says.  "Now, how about we get out of here.  What do you say?"

"I enthusiastically say yes.  Where do you want to go?"

"You hungry?"

"Starved."

Blaine stands up and holds out his hand for Kurt.  "Lets go eat," he says as Kurt slips his hand in his.  He helps him up, laughing when Kurt presses close to him and rests his head on his shoulder.  He wraps his arms around Kurts back.  For as long as theyve known each other, and thats verging on almost fifteen years, theyve always had a very close relationship.  The kind of relationship where they are always touching and holding each other; acting more like a couple than the friends they are.  Which is the main reason people always believe them to be together when they first meet them, and hang out with them.  But thats just how they are.  They are so comfortable with each other, and being in the others space, that its second nature to just hold the other person close.  "Still tired?"  Blaine asks after Kurt yawns.

"Mmhmm."  Kurt nods his head.  "My sleep schedule is screwed up because of this week."

Blaine turns his head and kisses Kurts temple; the smell of peaches assaulting his senses.  The smell he always associates with Kurt.  "I still plan to make it up to you."

"You better.  I hated doing this," Kurt grouchily replies.  "I want something good, too.  Like a lifetime supply of cheesecake."

"You and cheesecake," Blaine laughs.  "You really love that stuff."

"Its creamy and delicious.  Whats not to love?"  Kurt rhetorically ask.

Blaine looks at Kurt when he lifts his head.  "I dont know about a lifetime of cheesecake.  But, I can buy you a slice for dessert today.  How about that?"

Kurt drops his forehead to Blaines and grins.  "You got yourself a deal, Blaine Anderson."

"Then I guess I should follow through. Lets get out of here."

"Hey, Blaine," his assistant, Pam, says as she opens the door.  She doesnt do anything at the sight of Blaine and Kurt so close.  Shes actually used to it by now.  "Are you ready?  We should go."

"Yeah.  But, Im taking Kurt out to eat," he tells her.

Kurt wraps his arms tightly around Blaine and grins at Pam.  "Blaine promised me cheesecake," he excitedly announces like a kid getting sweets, which he is.

"That stuff is not good for you, Kurt," Pam says.

"Yes, it is.  It makes me happy.  Therefore, its good for me."

Pam chuckles.  "Whatever you want to believe.  I guess Ill see you back at the hotel."

"Okay."  Pam leaves and Blaine looks at Kurt.  "How about we leave for real this time?"

"Please.  Cause Im actually really hungry."

A few minutes later finds them driving away from the studio.  With Kurt by his side in the back of the car, Blaine breathes a sigh of relief.  Hes glad this week is over.  Excited that he doesnt need to do anymore press for the movie.  Now, he can sit back and relax.  And not worry about people asking him about his stupid slip of the tongue.

"So," Blaine starts off as he lays his napkin in his lap.  They sit in a nice restaurant that theyve been to before.  Kurt picked it because he loves their cheesecake.  "How are you and Ben?"

"Oh," Kurt says, sounding surprised.  "I thought I told you."

"Told me what?"  Blaine braces himself for news he doesnt want to hear.

"He broke up with me almost two months ago," Kurt says as he grabs his glass of water.

"R-Really?"  Blaine tries his best to hide his excitement from his voice.  Blaine loves Kurt.  Wants to see him happy.  But when he sees that happiness be a result of someone else, he gets jealous.  He wants to be the reason Kurt is happy.  The reason he smiles.  Even though he wants that, he gets too scared to admit how he feels.  He keeps his feelings close to heart.  Afraid of being rejected, and not having Kurt feel the same.

For someone who can easily have whatever he desires, Blaine finds its not that easy to have Kurt.  Hes like his version of the Mona Lisa: beautiful to look at, but there will be trouble if he touches.

"I thought you two were doing good?"  Blaine says as he tears a piece of bread away from his roll in front of him.

"You and me both," Kurt replies as he looks over the menu.

"Did he say why he broke up with you?"

"Something about me not being fully committed to the relationship.  Or some bullshit like that."  Kurt sets the menu aside.  "I said whatever, and left.  He seemed upset that I wasnt more affected by the split."

"Do you miss him?"

"No," Kurt responds without hesitation.  Sits back in his chair.  "Im glad hes gone and over with.  Now, I can spend all my summer with you."

"Lucky me," Blaine says, pretending to sound annoyed.  "Ow!"  Blaine rubs the spot on his leg where Kurt just kicked him.  "I was playing."

"I know," Kurt says with a grin.  "I was playing, too."

"Youre a mean best friend," Blaine jokes.

"And yet you still love me."  Kurt laughs.

When the waitress comes up to their table, clear shock on her face when she realizes shes waiting on Blaine Anderson, Blaine happily complies by giving her an autograph after she nervously asks for one.  After ordering, and sending the waitress off in a daze of joy, Blaine sits back in his chair and looks at Kurt who laughs.

"What?"

"Im sorry, but I still cant get over it," Kurt replies.  "My best friend a world famous celebrity.  Youre still that boy that ate crayons because I dared him to when we were eight, to me."

"I still stand by the fact that they didnt taste all that bad," Blaine chuckles.

"I cant see you as anyone else than just Blaine.  Normal, kind-hearted, funny Blaine."

"Good," Blaine replies.

"Um...Excuse me?"  A nervous voice says after their waitress fills their glasses with wine.

Blaine looks away from Kurt at to the person talking to him.  He finds a guy a few years older than him standing close to him smiling like he just found gold.  "Yes?" he says.

"Im Justin.  Im a huge fan."

"Thank you."

"I just wanted to give you this."  Justin holds out a small folded piece of paper.

Blaine notices as Kurt sits up, sees the interest in his eyes.

"Im sorry," Justin apologizes when he notices Kurt himself.  "Is this your boyfriend?"

Blaine snorts.  Its not the first time somebodys made that mistake.  He highly doubts itll be the last.

"No."  He shakes his head.  "Hes my best friend, Kurt."

Justin gets a good look at Kurt.  "Oh.  I remember you, now," he says when he recognizes him.  "I always thought you two were together."

"Everybody always does," Kurt says with a small laugh.

"Well, um," Justin mumbles, obviously uncomfortable, and nervous now.  "Consider it."  Justin points to the paper.  "Bye."

"Whats it say?"  Kurt asks as he sits back.

Blaine unfolds the piece of paper.  After reading whats written down, he turns a shade of red.  Covering his face with his hand out of embarrassment, he holds out the paper for Kurt to read.  He hears Kurt laugh a few seconds later.  He starts to laugh, as well.  He might as well laugh.  Find this funny.  Its not the first time in the past week its been offered.

"How many is that, now?"  Kurt asks as he crumples up the paper in his hand.  Blaine sees something flash across Kurts eyes.  Isnt sure what exactly it is.  The closest thing he can associate it to is an animal wanting to let others know what is his.

"People actually coming up to me?  Twenty-six."  Blaine is, actually, surprised that number isnt higher.  But, aside from going out to do interviews, hes mainly stayed in his hotel room with Kurt watching movies.  So, that would explain that.  "Im afraid to go on any social media site to see what those people are offering."

"Now that you mention it."

"Dont you dare, Kurt!"  Blaine warns him when he sees him pull his phone out.

"What?  This is for my enjoyment."  Kurt wiggles his eyebrows, obviously enjoying this more than he should.  "Okay," he says as he scrolls on his screen.

Every few moments, Blaine hears Kurt say something about what he reads.  It ranges from "Thats a lame offer." to "Hes kind of cute.  But, no."  It seems Kurt always finds a reason to reject the person offering.

"Oh, my god, Blaine!"  Kurt quietly exclaims.  A look of amusement on his face.  "This guy tweeted a picture of his dick to you."

Blaine groans as he slides down some in his chair.  Hand covering his face in shame and embarrassment.  He wonders how people could be so brave, but so clueless at the same time.

"Hes small, though.  So, thats a no," Kurt says as he laughs, scrolling again.  "Tell me why girls are offering knowing youre gay?" he seriously asks.

"Alright!"  Having heard enough, Blaine reaches over and takes Kurts phone away.  Kurt pouts at him.  Blaine hates when Kurts pout.  It makes it hard for him to resist kissing those soft, full lips.  "Enough with that, for now.  Lets just sit back and enjoy each others company."

"All right," Kurt agrees.

A few moments later the waitress arrives with their food.  Blaine politely smiles as she stares at him the whole time.

"You know shes practically ready to jump into your lap," Kurt points out as he cuts a piece of his filet mignon off.

"Uh, unless you forget in the last twenty seconds: Im gay.  I like guys."  Blaine chuckles as he cuts into his steak.

"Oh, I havent forgotten."  Blaine notices Kurt says that in a way where hes glad for it.  Appreciates the fact that hes gay.  "I was simply stating the obvious."

"All right."  Blaine takes a drink of his water.  He relaxes in his seat, glad to be able to sit back and not worry for the first time in days.  "Im so pleased this week is over," he sighs.

"Me too," Kurt says as he spears an asparagus.  "I think I hated it as much as you."

"At least you werent being constantly asked about your non-existent sex life."

"Yeah.  But you werent bored out of your mind waiting for you to finish," Kurt counter-replies.

"I would have rather been bored than interviewed."

"Well, its over now.  And now we can annoy only each other."

"That sounds great."  Blaine lifts his glass of white wine.  Kurt doing the same.  "To a rough week behind us."  Blaine clinks his glass to Kurts.

"Finally," Kurt sighs before taking a drink of his wine.

By the time they are eating dessert, Blaine enjoying Kurts clear love for his cheesecake by softly moaning each time he takes a bite, he can already see the crazy group of paparazzi and fans outside the restaurant waiting for him.

"I want to marry this cheesecake," Kurt says as he takes another bite.

"Ill officiate the ceremony for you."  Blaine laughs as he takes a bite of his chocolate cake.

"Although, I think itll be a very short marriage."

"Why?"

"Im pretty sure I would eat it after you were to say you may now kiss the cheesecake," Kurt jokes.

"Youre an anomaly, Kurt Hummel," Blaine says in a way he sounds awed by Kurt.  Which he is.  Kurt is the only person in his life who continues to surprise him.  Who continues to keep him on his toes in a good way.  "You never cease to surprise me by what you say and do."

"Thats why you love me."  Kurt smiles as he takes another bite of cheesecake.

"Yes, it is."  Blaine wants to say that he is, actually, in love with him.  To add that its more than that why he loves him.  Wants to say he loves him because he makes him happier than any person hes met.  That he brightens his days merely by being here with him.

"I could eat another slice," Kurt says as he sets his fork down on his empty plate.

"Want a slice to go?"  Blaine asks.

Kurt eagerly nods his head.  Blaine loses all train of thought, and tries to keep his mouth from dropping open when Kurt swipes his finger through the strawberry topping on his plate and wraps his lips around the tip of his finger.  Images of Kurt doing that same thing with his dick makes Blaine bite the inside of his cheek to keep from getting hard.  Diverting his eyes, getting their waitresses attention, he focuses on paying the bill.

After paying, and with Kurt in possession of his second cheesecake slice, Blaine is ready to leave.  "Ready to go?" he asks as he sets his napkin on the table.

Kurt nods his head.

Hand held out for Kurt, a shiver running through him when Kurt slips his hand in his, Blaine walks to the front.  He braces himself for the flurry of fans and paparazzi waiting for him.

As Kurt and him pass the photographers and fans to get to the car waiting for them a few moments later, hastily climbing into the back, Blaine is glad when he shuts the door to the utter chaos outside.

"I need a drink," Kurt groans as he rests his head back on the seat.

"I need a distraction," Blaine says with a hint of aggravation to his voice.

"I have an idea."  The look on Kurts face lets Blaine know this idea could be a fun.

Kurts idea really isnt all that shocking considering what he wanted.

Blaine finds himself following Kurt to the bar in a crowded bar.  A basketball game shows on the many TVs mounted all over the walls.  People scream and cheer every time something happens in the game.  Blaine watches as a player makes a three on the screen, causing the bar to erupt in loud cheers of excitement.

Kurt, who ignores the game, wraps on the bar with his hands to get the bartenders attention.  "Two shots of tequila," he orders after the bartender stands in front of him.

"You know me and tequila dont mix too well," Blaine says, reminding Kurt of the fact.

"Its just one shot," Kurt says.  "You wont do anything crazy with one.  Drink it.  Then we can go."

"I dont know."

"Blaine Anderson," Kurt yells loud enough for Blaine to hear.  Blaine knows he can yell his name in here with the current noise of the bar.  No one will be able to hear Kurt.  "You are twenty-two years old, just finished the hardest press week of your life, and need to relax."  Kurt pushes the shot of tequila over to Blaine.  "Let loose and have some fun like everyone else your age!  Drink the damn shot!"

Figuring it cant hurt to let go for the night, Blaine grabs the glass.  After clinking his glass to Kurts, he easily knocks back the drink.  The tequila warm as it goes down his throat, and making him cough.  Glass set down on the bar, he grins at Kurt.  "Happy?" he sarcastically asks.  He squirms away when Kurt attempts to poke him in the stomach.

"Dont be mean, Blaine."

"I could never be mean to my best friend," Blaine says as he wraps an arm around Kurts waist and pulls him close to his body.

"Oh, yeah?  How about the time you poured blue paint all over me?"  Kurt brings up.

"Oh, come on!"  Blaine retorts with a laugh.  "We were twelve.  How are you still not over that?"

"Maybe because I was still washing paint off myself for days after you did that," Kurt replies.  "I remember my dad just huffing and shaking his head when he saw me walk up to the house."

"Did you tell him what happened?"

"I just said it was accident."

"I always wondered why he never got angry at me for that."  Blaine chuckles, but not that surprised.  Kurt is one of only maybe a handful of people he knows who can keep a secret of his.  "Thanks," he murmurs as he kisses Kurts forehead.

"Youre welcome.  Ready to go?"  Kurt asks.

"Yeah."  Blaine nods his head.  He sees Kurt throw a twenty on the bar top.

On his bed several hours later, sitting up against the headboard, cold bottles of Dos Equis in their hands, cheesecake long ago eaten, Blaine rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he watches Kurt go through a comment section on an article about him.  For the past two hours, theyve been drinking and reading comments of peoples opinions about him being a virgin, and people offering to help him out.  Blaine knows hes just buzzed enough to not care and sit there and listen as Kurt reads.

"MrsAnderson98 says," Kurt reads out loud.  "Dont worry, Blaine, about what others are saying.  I believe youre waiting for that one right person.  I understand that.  I was the same.  It made the wait worth it.  I hope you find him soon."

Blaine is surprised by how right she was.  He is waiting for the right person.  Truthfully, at one point, he thought that person would be Kurt.  Someone he loves and trusts.  But now, hes waiting to meet someone else he could deeply care for as he does Kurt.  Someone he wants to give a part of himself to.

"Can I ask you something?"  Kurt shuts the laptop, placing it on the nightstand.

"Sure," Blaine says as he finishes his beer.

Kurt turns his body to face him; legs are crossed.  "Why havent you?"

Blaine releases a soft sigh.  He kind of expected Kurt to eventually ask him that.  And he doesnt mind telling him.  "Because...I want it to mean something.  I want it to be with someone I love.  Not with some person I barely know.  I dont want to regret my first time."

"Huh.  I get that," Kurt says.  "I wish Id done the same."

"I thought you said your first time was great?"  Blaine confusedly says.

"I lied," Kurt admits with a solemn voice and a shrug of his shoulders.  "It was completely terrible."

"Well, I guess you learn from your mistakes."

"Yeah.  I learned to never sleep with him again."

Blaine laughs along with Kurt, enjoying the sound of Kurts laugh, that soft, melodic sound that reaches his ears.  "Hey," he says as he reaches out and takes Kurts hand.  The atmosphere changes from funny and light to serious in a matter of seconds.  Laughter quickly fades as they stare into each others eyes.  "Thanks for being with me this week.  It meant a lot."

Blaine wraps his arm around Kurts shoulder when he crawls over and presses close to his side.  "Anything for my best friend," Kurt softly sighs as he rests his head on Blaines shoulder.

"Anything anything?"  Blaine seriously says.

"Yes."  Kurt tips his head back to stare up at Blaine.  Blaine sees as a lazy smile spreads across Kurts face; notices his eyes shining bright.  "I love you, and would do anything for you."

"I love you, too.  Now, how about we get some sleep."

"That sounds perfect," Kurt says around a yawn as he sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed.  "Im gonna go crash in my room.  Night, Blaine."

"Goodnight, Kurt," Blaine says.

As he lies in bed after Kurt leaves, Blaine thinks about how he told Kurt he wants his first time to mean something; to be with someone he cares for.  He thinks about how the person he was talking about is probably passed out in bed.