Chapter 1: Splinters and Jenga

"Hold still."

"I am holding still. You've got hold of my face."

"Stop complaining."

"Stop telling me what to do."

"Blaine."

"Kurt."

Kurt rolled his eyes. The sun was just setting over the adjoining roofs, basking the pair in an off-yellow glow. Kurt was busily attempting to drag what could have been an entire tree out of Blaine's hair.

"Where have you been? Ow!" Kurt sucked a splinter out of his finger. "Seriously? Could you at least brush your hair?  I mean, just gelling it down doesn't make it neat! Where have you been?!"

Blaine chuckled. He was knelt in-between Kurt's legs and trying to read "Cat On A Hot Tin Roof" so he could write a 2,000 word essay on it for Mr. Ericson's class tomorrow. Kurt tugged at his hair again and Blaine winced. The sticks were a product of an ingenious game of ‘Blaine Jenga' in which Cooper had attempted to see how many sticks he could fit in Blaine's curls before they all fell out. 31, as it happened.

"There, last one!" Kurt ruffled Blaine's curls before standing up and stretching. "That book seems fitting."

"You're not a cat."

"And the roof isn't tin!" Kurt exclaimed with mock astonishment. Blaine threw a stick at him.

"You going in?"

"You can put those puppy dog eyes on as much as you want Anderson, I can't stay on this roof all night."

Blaine stood up and took a step toward Kurt, "Can I have a kiss then?"

"Nope."

"It might help me think about this essay!"

"It won't."

"It might!"

"It won't." Kurt smirked. This was his favourite game. "I'll see you tomorrow!" He walked to the edge of the roof before elegantly swinging himself through his bedroom window. He watched Blaine blow him an exaggerated kiss before tugging his blind down. God, Blaine was annoying. A stupid over-confident private-school boy who knocked on his window every night and dragged him away from his homework. He phone buzzed.

From Rachel: So, roof rendezvous tonight?

He threw his phone onto his bed before flopping down after it. She knew him 100% too well.

***

Blaine climbed back through his own window, pulling a small stick out of his fringe that Kurt had missed. He pulled his shirt off, it was still his school shirt actually, and threw it into the wash basket before heading for the shower.

"Blaine!" He heard his father call from downstairs. He remained silent. "Blaine!" He sighed.

 "Yeah Dad?"

"You've not been... you've not done... you've not been out on the roof... li - like I asked."

Blaine pressed his head against the bathroom door, closed his eyes and breathed heavily. "No Dad."