The vibrating was loud enough that Sam turned to Blaine and gave him a look that said, "Dude, turn it off!" before quickly turning into, "I'll cover for you if she notices." With a nod of thanks, the hazel-eyed boy slipped his hand into his pocket, eyes trained on the teacher as he fingered his phone to silent.

There was not many people that would text him during the day, so he absently copied notes as he thought of who would need to text him in class. Tina came to mind, but he simple shrugged that off, he did not need to be think of that in the first place. Kurt had helped him resolve that situation. Funny how he would not talk to Blaine before the wedding, but as soon as he heard that Tina had put certain "moves" on him, his ex went from zero to bitch in point five seconds.

Which was just about as long as it took for his mind to be filled with thoughts of Kurt.

Kurt. They were on better terms ever since the mishap with autocorrect two weeks ago. But despite what Kurt had said, about Blaine being "it"... they only talked more.

Though he was still excited about that. Things between him and Kurt got to the point where they were talking like best friends again, sharing their thoughts on movies, current news, Kurt's fashion designs, Blaine's student council ideas, and even flirting. Blaine enjoyed the flirting a lot. He knew it showed in his voice more than he should probably let it, but it just made him happy. Giddy, really.

Kurt still wanted him. He wanted him for the rest of their lives.

A chuckle escaped him before he could catch himself, and only avoided the teacher's gaze when she looked out over the room."End game." Oh Kurt, I am rubbing off on you. And you sat there and made fun of how nerdy I was. Guess what, babe? Tables have turned.

Once class was over, Blaine rushed to the library; it was his free period and he wanted to be uninterrupted when he began to text whoever text him, and nobody hung out in the library during the day anymore anyways.

As he settled into a chair he unlocked his phone, flicking his finger quickly across the screen.

Kurt text me!

He smiled softly before opening it—What the hell?!

Blaine sat up in the chair,Why would he text me something like this?

From: Kurt

OMGaga! I have cum stuck in my hair! Help!

The curly-haired teen stared at his screen for a few more minutes before leaning back into his seat. Had Kurt not meant what he told Blaine?No. He would not have said it otherwise.Blaine shook his head and typed back his reply.

To: Kurt

Shouldn't it just wash out with water? Btw, is there a guy I should know about? So I can back off?

He tried to make himself take deep breaths as he anxiously waited for Kurt. Kurt would not play him again. They had talked about all the hurt they had caused each other since Kurt moved to New York, including thethingon Valentine's.He wouldn't.

Before he could speculate on what was going on, texts began to flood his phone causing a constant vibration in his hand and laughter to build up in his throat as he read through the flowing messages from Kurt.

From: Kurt

Water? Are you kinding? And what are you talking about? What guy?

Oh my Gaga! GUM! GUMGUMGUM! Not cum! GUM! G U M!

I got GUM stuck in my hair.

I got autocorrected! What is this world coming to?

No! No, ignore what I just said!

Ah!

Fuck! It's all Santana's fault! Stupid Lima Heights bitch!

Gaga. Kill me now.

Blaine was biting his bottom lip so hard to keep his laughter quiet he felt it begin to swell and bruise.

To: Kurt

Aw... Poor thing. Just not your day. Tell me about it?

Also, if you hold ice-cubes to the... area, the gum will... harden, and make it easier to... come off.

He could not help sinking further and further into his seat with each play on words he made. Blaine knew Kurt was already blushing, this just made things so much more fun.

From: Kurt

I hate you.

Blaine shook his head and snorted,Liar.

To: Kurt

I love you too.

It was nearly twenty minutes later (and almost five chapters into the first Harry Potter book—he was re-reading it again, so sue him) before Blaine got another reply.

From: Kurt

It worked!

How can I ever repay you, ole Wise Knight?

He knew Kurt was only playing around and being teasing because he was still giddy on his hair not being ruined, but Blaine was going to take full advantage of this.

To: Kurt

You gentle-sir, would do this knight great honor in accompanying him out on a turn-about.

Blaine debated on picking up his book again when he did not get a response within the first five minutes, but he stuck it out. He wanted to know if Kurt would give him a chance, even if it was just to hang out as friends. It was better than where they were a few months ago. Fortunately, he did not have to wait much longer.

From: Kurt

Okay.

He turned his eyes straight up to the ceiling, whether to abate the tears or in thanks, he was not entirely sure because he was filled with so much emotion that it was nearly overwhelming.

Blaine worked out the details of how he would come to New York the following weekend for their date, but he refused to reveal any of the ideas that were popping into his head of what they might do while he was there.

Give him some credit.

To: Kurt

I'm not going to... let it all out that easily. The... build up is half the fun of the... fore-play of the date.

From: Kurt

I hate you.