Kurt rushed passed Rachael as soon as she opened the door, trying to get on the other side of his curtain as fast as possible. Not even bothering to turn around as he pulled it shut, yelling out, "Privacy!"

After he had divested himself of his satchel and boots, the blue-eyed boy settled against his headboard. Kurt had forced himself not to text Blaine while he had been in class; the other boy needed his rest because he once again found himself sick. But it had been almost four hours, so Kurt was going to check up on him.

Blaine would answer, he always did—Like his promise—even if he was taking a nap; which he was, because Kurt told him to.

To: Blaine

Hey sleepy-head. How did you sleep?

The young man smiled down at his phone. He did not need anything to occupy his time while he waited for a response. It would not tak—

His phone vibrated in his palm.Right on time.

From: Blaine

Not bad. It took a while to get to sleep. I didn't want to take the night-cold medicine.

Kurt frowned down at the screen.

To: Blaine

And why not? You know you need to get better soon.

The answer was almost immediate.

From: Blaine

I knew I wasn't gonna wake up if you called/texted me.

Biting into his lip hard (he didnotjust squeal), Kurt slid himself down into his pillows,That boy still knows how to release the butterflies.

To: Blaine

Then take it tonight. I'll make sure not to text you until the morning.

From: Blaine

I wish you wouldn't...

Kurt just rolled his eyes.He's too cute sometimes.

To: Blaine

But if I don't say I won't, you won't listen to me when I say to take the medicine.

From: Blaine

I'll always listen to you... and that sentence was confusing.

"God, Blaine. Don't do this to me..." Sad blue-eyes stared down at the message, "Don't make me miss you more than I already do."

To: Blaine

How are you feeling, by the way?

Kurt started to get worried when Blaine did not answer right away. Then really worried when it took nearly five minutes for the other boy to respond.

From: Blaine

Still sick. But I think I'm getting heterosexual. Tina is helping a lot with that.

What. The. F—

Kurt did not even give time for Blaine to his normal greeting, "Blaine Devon Warbler Anderson! You had better not be!"

"But Kurt, I can't stay like this forever..."

"Stay?"Stay?Kurt shifted onto his knees, fist pressed tightly against his thigh, "You make it sound so insignificant!"You make us sound insignificant...

"It's already been a week! Tina has worked her magic on me for soooo long... and it is finally working! It feels like breathing for the very first time!"

"Oh. My. God. I cannot believe this."

Tina! That freaking Tina! They had talked about this with her! At length!

"I don't like feeling this weak and pathetic... I'm vulnerable! I hate it!"

Kurt's shoulders slouched at that. Was this really how they were going to havethatconversation? That Kurt had to once again convince Blaine he was gay? Had Kurt really driven him that far?

"Is this because I said we were just friends?" (Just a whisper.)

"What are yo—"

"Because that is no reason for you to turn to Tina! Or girls!" Kurt was shouting now. He was so angry.I am not letting him leave me again!

"Kurt—"

"I cannot believe she would do this again! And you're falling for it! You're gay, Blaine!"

"Well—"

"No! You. Are. Gay!" Now he was up and pacing, if he was going to do this. He was doing it standing, so that he was braced and ready. "And just because I said we were friends because I needed a little more time to figure out how to trust you again, does not mean that we are over forever! I still have that ring! I remember every word! We are 'endgame' Blaine Anderson. And that. Is. Final."

The following silence on the other side of the phone (and in the apartment) was deafening, and it stretched out for several minutes. Blaine did cough a few times, but those were not words.Say something!

"Um... Kurt... I really don't know what to talk about first: that you're yelling at me about being gay and about Tina, your feelings on us, or the fact you just said endgame. Because seriously... what the fuck? And yes, I just said fuck... Let's just back track here,"he stopped to clear his throat."What are you talking about?"

Kurt was blushing now. He had said some unnecessary (but he was ready) things; and Blaine was not the only one who had heard him, because he just knew Rachael and Santana were on the other side of his curtain. "You text me..."

"Uh, yeah. 'Cause you text me..."Blaine sounded really confused.

"No." Kurt cleared his throat this time, feeling awkward and silently chastised. "You text me that you were going hetero—" the blue-eyed boy suddenly found himself talking faster, because he was nervous, "—and Blaine we have already been down this road. I would know for a fact that you aren't!"

"Um... No. I text you I was feeling better and Tina was helping me."

Oh... Oh, no.With a small gasp he sank down onto his bed.Please don't let this be what I think it is...

"Check your messages."

"Whatever..."Blaine went quiet for a second before a muffled:"Wow. Seriously? I got autocorrected... That's hilarious!"

Oh. My. God.Kurt knew he was blushing even harder now, so he fell onto his back and pulled a pillow over his face (to cover the blush, not to hide the groan, he did not groan).

"Kurt?"

"Yes?" It sounded weird from the pillow being in the way, but Kurt was not moving it. Nope. Not happening.

"I love you."

He moved it. "I love you too." There was another silence, but Kurt was the one to break it this time as he stared hopefully up at the loft ceiling, "Will you come to New York and stay next week?"

There was no pause in the respond, no need for second guessing or schedule checking. Just a:"Yes, of course. I'll stay forever if you want me to."

Kurt laughed, "I'd love that..." He sighed and closed his eyes, it was a nice notion but they both knew it was not going to happen, Blaine was not moving to New York that way. "But you know you can't. You still have so much to pack before you move here in July."

"Eh, I'm always up for winging it."

With a roll of his eyes, Kurt just smirked and whispered (fondly, not sexily), "And you aresogood at it."

Blaine was told later by Kurt that Santana and Rachael had left the apartment not too long after that.

Because honesty, who would want to hear what went on next?