Nick and Jeff didn't say anything about what they had witnessed that night on Blaine's terrace. Giving Kurt and Blaine weird looks and watching them when they thought they couldn't see them, and doing it the not so subtle way, seeded suspicion though. Two weeks into that nonsense and Kurt had enough. They were having coffee in the coffee shop opposite of H&C House, Kurt sitting next to Blaine. Nick and Jeff observed them intently as they were sharing Blaine's muffin, not even trying to hide their staring. Blaine ignored it but Kurt wanted to know what was going on so when Blaine's phone started to ring and he excused himself from the table, Kurt bored his eyes into two idiots in front of him.

"What?!" He barked at them.

"Nothing." Nick said, feigning innocence but Kurt wasn't buying it.

"Sure. That's why you've been acting like watchdogs, right?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Kurt." Jeff answered with seriousness in his face.

"Stop spying on us! It's creepy."

"We're not spying on you." Nick mocked offence so well that Kurt almost believed him. Almost.

"So why did you follow us yesterday when we left the theatre? You were hiding behind the tree so we couldn't see you! And last Friday, when you showed up in the same diner we were having dinner at? When you told us that you were going to club?"

"You saw us?" Nick asked before he could stop himself and his ankle was immediately attacked by Jeff's foot. "Ouch! What are you doing?" He hissed at his best friend. That hurt!

"Shut up, Nick!" Jeff hissed back and kicked him once more just in case Nick had forgotten to keep his tongue in his mouth again.

"Spill it or I'm gonna…"

"Sorry guys. It was my manager. The recording company needs to set the date." Blaine slipped down next to Kurt, putting his phone on the table. "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing." Nick and Jeff chirped, making Kurt roll his eyes.

"When do you start recording?" Jeff quickly changed the topic.

"At the beginning of September. I'm taking two weeks off after we finish the show in August and then I'll lock myself in studio for a few weeks. We'd like to have the album out by the end of the year."

"I'm sorry you're leaving the show…" Nick said. "It won't be the same without you."

"I'm sorry too." Blaine admitted sadly. "I didn't know they'll give us another six months run from December. I'll be promoting the album then…Can't do both. But I'm happy the show is such a big hit."

Blaine agreed on having dinner with Kurt in his and Rachel's apartment. It was one of his nights off and he was looking forward to having a lovely time with Kurt. They were planning on watching some movies and Blaine couldn't wait. He hadn't heard from Kurt since that morning, but assumed that his friend probably had a lot of work, so he didn't bother him with tons of texts that they usually exchanged during the day.

He had two bottles of wine from his vinotéque with him. Kurt had forbid him from taking more because - We're not getting wasted, Anderson! Two bottles and that's it. Bring more and I won't let you in! Blaine didn't really think Kurt would keep his threat but he didn't dare to risk it. He knocked on the door and waited for Kurt to open it with a big smile.

"Hi." Blaine breathed as soon as Kurt appeared at the door and his smile grew even bigger.

"Hi." Kurt stepped away from the door so Blaine could come in. His demeanour was cold. There was sadness in his eyes and Blaine's mood dropped down in an instant.

"What's wrong?" He asked warily, looking at Kurt who was leaning against the wall with his arms folded.

"Why don't YOU tell me, Blaine?"

"Did I do something?" Blaine carefully put the bottles on a shoe cabinet and turned to face Kurt fully.

"I don't like when people go behind my back, Blaine. You know that better than anyone."

"I don't underst...Oh…Kurt, I can explain." The panic set on Blaine's face. He wanted to tell Kurt. He really wanted to tell him tonight. Fuck!

"I'm listening. I'm very curious about that, actually. There was a one thing I told you I don't want you to do and you did exactly that…"

"Can we sit down, please?" Blaine asked, getting a nod from Kurt who walked to the armchair and made himself comfortable in it. There was a difficult task laying in front of Blaine. Kurt put the walls up and distanced himself from him. He never did that. They always sat together on the couch, no matter what.

"Kurt, I wanted to tell you…"

"Well, you didn't."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry you found out from someone else…"

"Why? Why the hell would you do that without telling me first?"

"It wasn't my idea…"

"It's a house, Blaine! It's a fucking house in Brooklyn for God's sake! It's not a donation for musical equipment or canvases!"

"I know, okay? I know…"

"I didn't bring you to my kids to get money from you! Why did you need to buy a house?!"

"Kurt, I didn't want to buy a house…well, at least not at first. I was talking to my parents about the organisation and then a few days later they came up with the idea of expanding their services into other parts of the city. My mom called the founder...what's her name? Julia? And she said there wasn't a problem with volunteers, H&C has a lot of those but they don't have much space. So my dad made an investment in the name of his company and since I wanted to be a part of it as well, I put some money into it too. As did my brother, Nick, Jeff and about half of the Warblers…"

"Half of the Warblers?!"

"Well, if I'm to be honest, everyone who knows about it…"

"Jesus, Blaine!"

"Kurt, it didn't cost so much. I swear. Ninety per cent of the payment went from a company account. The money me and my friends got together covered the remaining ten per cent and furniture…"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was afraid…" Blaine said in a small voice, resembling a little child and Kurt found it unfair. How was he supposed to stay mad when Blaine looked like he would start crying if Kurt didn't forgive him? "I didn't know how to tell you and Nick and Jeff ordered me to wait till the house is legally property of H&C, so you couldn't stop us…"

"Oh, god…" Kurt sighed.

"Why are you against our help?"

"I'm not against the help per se, Blaine. It's just that people used you for your money in the past and I didn't want you to think that I'm like them…I don't care whether you are a millionaire or unemployed and penniless."

"I know that, Kurt. And even if you asked me for money in this case, it wouldn't be for you. There is no way you're the one using me for your own behalf. I would never think that about you, Kurt."

"I'd really appreciate if you told me about buying a house for the organization I work for in the future…" Blaine giggled and nodded.

"Okay. Next time I buy a house, you'll be the first to know. But, technically, I didn't buy it. My dad did."

"Your dad wouldn't even know about H&C if it weren't for you. You are guilty as charged, Anderson. Now, let's go eat. We have tacos."

"You made tacos?" Blaine beamed. "You were pissed with me and still made me tacos? You're the bestest friend ever!"

"When you act like this I have the urge to send you to wash your hands before dinner and give you a bib." Blaine stuck his tongue out at him, underlying Kurt's words. They burst into laughter and Kurt smacked the back of Blaine's head.

"Come on, you goober." He forced him into the direction of the bathroom. "Wash your hands and come to the kitchen."

"Our friends are strange…" Blaine told Kurt one day as they were enjoying nice summer weather on the roof of Kurt's apartment building after lunch. Kurt hummed, squinting his eyes and letting the sunbeams spray his face. There would be even more freckles he hated so much after this sunbath but he didn't really care. Today, he didn't care about anything. He was done with caring.

"You know, it started like a month ago...after our fight. Nick and Jeff have been sending me weird looks since then...Lately it is Rachel as well...haven't you noticed something? ...Kurt? ...Kurt? ...Kurt?! Hey!" Blaine raised himself on his elbows and glared at his friend. Kurt was peacefully laying next to him, apparently deep in his own thoughts. There was a frown spoiling his beautiful face, but Blaine wasn't sure whether it was because of the sun that was shining so much one had to keep their eyes closed pretty hard, or it was worries written there.

"Kurt? Everything okay?" Kurt was pulled out of his current world and he turned his head to look at Blaine.

"Yeah, yeah...of course."

"You weren't listening to me…"

"Sorry...I'm not good company today."

"What happened?"

"My article got rejected...like for the thousandth time in row so…" Kurt shrugged it off and didn't say anymore, however Blaine could see how tense he suddenly became so he decided to press a little further.

"Tell me about it."

"You don't want to hear that…"

"I do. Tell me, Kurt. Please."

Kurt turned from his back to his stomach and rested his head on his arms. Blaine did the same. It was easier to maintain the eye contact and let's be honest - the two of them loved their eye contact.

"In one of the courses I took at college we had an assignment. It was for journalism research. We had to do research the way they taught us during semester and then made a report on that research. It was a lot of fun for me. I chose bullying as a topic and I made some interviews with people from campus that I knew were either bullied or bullies at high school. I also put a psychological point of view into it by interviewing a few psychology majors. My professor liked it. I got an A+ and he suggested to go deeper into the topic. He said that maybe I should make bullying the main topic and write several reports under it. For example one report for kids that were bullied because of their sexual orientation, one for those who were bullied for their looks and so on...I was working on it for over a year. It's pretty good. I'm hard on myself but I know the articles are good. I edited them until I was satisfied and you know I'm never satisfied…I had lots of interviews with people. I talked to people who were bullied as well as those who were bullies, I talked to parents and friends of those people. I talked to psychologist and counsellors and therapist...I spoke to principals of schools and teachers and members of school boards. I even made a tumblr blog because that's where you can find teenagers these days...Each article has a message and advice on what to do in situation like that...I wanted to publish them as a series of articles in one of big newspapers in the country so it could be read by lot of people. I've been trying to get them published since the beginning of the year. New York Times, Daily News, Washington Post, Chicago Tribute, L.A. Times, The Boston Globe...Then I decided to go for smaller ones, just so it could be published. No one wants to take it as a whole. They want me to chose two or three of them because they don't have space for printing articles about bullying for several weeks...I can either take their conditions or forget about publishing it…"

"You don't want to choose from them…" Blaine remarked.

"No. I don't. They are equal. I can't say this is more important issue than this one…"

"So forget about newspapers...Publish it online." Blaine told him. "You already have a blog. Make a web page for it or something…"

"I don't want to publish it online. The purpose was to bring bullying into people's mind subconsciously. Internet is full of information about bullying. Whoever wants to find them can find them. But I kind of wanted people who wouldn't search for the information to have some information...Do you understand?"

"I'm trying…" Blaine answered honestly. Kurt had the concept in his head but was struggling with how to explain it to Blaine. He lived for this project for almost two years and now it was over.

"Well, I was one of those kids. My junior year of high school was a nightmare but I wouldn't ask for help. There are many children who won't say a word. It's on others to realize something is going on. Imagine grandma or grandpa. They know something is up with their beloved granddaughter but the kid has her mouth sealed. Maybe if they read my article, they would know how to talk to her. They would know the bullying could be the reason for her strange behaviour...I doubt that grandparents surf the internet for bullying if they don't know there is any...I had this vision of educating people who don't want to be educated intentionally."

"What about publishing a book?"

"Blaine, they don't want more than three articles in newspapers, why would someone publish a whole book? And it would be the same as a web page...just for people who want to know more about the matter..."

"You can give it a proper title that would insinuate how to help teenagers with their problems. You don't have to say it's about bullying on the cover…"

"Yeah, but it's not a story...it's series of articles…"

"And? So it would be different from any other book. That's a good thing…" Kurt started to be annoyed by this time. Did Blaine have the answer for everything?

"I'm not sure I could handle the disappointment if no one wants to publish it again…"

"Then you can self-publish it…"

"It's pretty expensive choice with printed books. I don't have so much money if I don't want to spend all my savings…"

"I do."

"Blaine." Kurt said firmly, his gaze strict, leaving no room for negotiation but Blaine wasn't about to give in to him.

"Why not? Take it as my investment into your career...You can pay me back when you sell the books."

"There is a possibility that they won't sell well and I wouldn't have money to pay you back."

"Of course it would sell well...Why do you have to be so difficult?"

"I'm not taking your money so I could publish a book with the articles that no one has taken interest in so far."

"Okay." Blaine gave up for the time being but if he had to, he wouldn't hesitate to bring the topic up again in the future. "At least think about making it into a book and send it to the publishers."

"I promise to think about it...You have way too much faith in me."

"It's because you're amazing, Kurt Hummel. It's not a faith. It's common sense."

"I can't believe we have one week left and that's it." Rachel mused, slowly drinking her wine that Blaine had chosen from his collection just for her. There was a party at his apartment. The whole cast and the crew were hanging out in the penthouse and it reminded Kurt how he had met Blaine and the guys almost five months ago.

"Don't be sad." Nick patted her knee. "We start in December again."

"Yeah, but it won't be the same. Not everybody is coming back...I'm going to get a new stage partner…Blaine was kind of perfect. He let me shine. What if another guy is an attention whore? The stage only has room just for one. I'm not giving up on that title."

"Wes wants me to do it…" Rachel squealed. Then she throw herself around Nick's neck and begged him to take the part.

"Okay. I need a fresh air." Kurt stated and went outside. He was mostly silent during the evening. He felt comfortable amongst these people but he was still an outsider. He wasn't a part of the show and this was an unofficial goodbye party for it. He probably shouldn't be there.

"Are you okay?" Blaine showed up next to him as he was enjoying the view of the city.

"Yeah…"

"You're quiet tonight."

"There are lot of people that have something to say…" Kurt said with a soft smile. "It's not important for me to talk."

"I like to hear you speak, though."

"Thank you but this party is yours. You're all melancholic because the show is ending. You should enjoy your time with your friends..."

"You are my friend. I want to enjoy my time with you."

"You know what I mean Blaine. I'll be there after the show but the opportunity to hang out with so many of your high school friends won't come again so soon."

"Maybe...I still want to talk to you." Blaine smirked and sat down on the loveseat he had on his terrace. "Come here." He motioned Kurt to join him and Kurt did so.

"There is something on your mind…What's bothering you?" Damn Blaine and his observing skills. Kurt thought of changing the topic but sooner or later Blaine would make him confess either way.

"I edited those articles a little...sent it to a publisher this morning."

"Oh my god!" Blaine's face lit up and his smile was so big that Kurt was afraid he would get cramp. "I'm so glad you did that! Why didn't you tell me you were working on it?"

"I only made up my mind this morning. I didn't know if I'd actually send it for sure."

"It'll be brilliant. Someone will certainly appreciate your talent and you'll be amongst the bestselling authors in no time." Kurt laughed. He couldn't understand how Blaine was so positive all the time when it came to others but at the same time managed to underestimate his own person.

"You haven't even read it, Blaine. Maybe it sucks…"

"It doesn't! I'll read it when it comes out. I'll go buy it to a bookshop - an actual bookshop. I won't order it online and I will bring my copy to you so you could sign it."

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For support. It's nice to know someone believes in me when I'm not so sure about myself."

"You do the same for me, Kurt. It's what comes with a friend title, isn't it? Look where I am now. Going out, dancing in the clubs…if it wasn't for you, I'd be the same old lonely Blaine I was a few months ago. There is a long way to go until I conquer all my fears but I'm doing well. Right?"

"Right. I like how you flaunt dancing in the clubs…" Kurt nagged him.

"Hey! I've been to a club three times already!"

"I didn't say you haven't. But the first time you didn't dance and we left one hour after we came since I was drunk as hell and the other two times were during one night because we had to change the establishment after Jeff started flirting with the owner's fifteen year old daughter."

"She shouldn't have been there. Jeff was right. How was he supposed to know she is under twenty one? You saw the guys at the door. No one could slip through them with a fake ID."

"Don't try to change the topic, Blaine. It's been two nights you were at the club. You have some catching up to do on dancing…"

"When the show is over we can go somewhere...preferably to a club where the owner doesn't have a teenage daughter. I have two weeks until recording starts so we can do something...wild or...crazy...or whatever they call it. I should probably increase my vocabulary on the night life...or street life? Whatever!" He threw his hands into the air and Kurt let it ride because Blaine had made progress so teasing wasn't necessary. Although there was a plan for an urbanian Lets teach Blaine a protocol of clubbing dictionary that he was going to work on tomorrow. He giggled for himself and Blaine pouted, making him snicker even more.

"So will you help a poor friend and go dancing with him, Kurt?"

"Of course I will but you'll have to wait until I come back from Ohio."

"You're going to Ohio?"

"My stepmom has a birthday at the end of the month. I stay for your official goodbye party - we can get wasted there if you want - then I sleep it off and next day I'm taking my baby on the road. I'm really looking forward to going home for a week."

"I haven't been home for over three years…"

"Do you miss it?" Kurt asked. He couldn't imagine not going home for more than six months.

"Not so much. My parents are in Europe and brother in L.A. I see them several times a year, just not in Ohio...but we still keep the house we used to live in in Westerville. I'd like to see it again."

"So come with me."

"What?"

"Come with me. You are free from work so why not? My parents will love it. They say that since me and my brother left, the house is too empty. We always had someone over during high school. We can go for a trip to Westerville for one day or you can spend some time there alone if you want…"

"I don't know, Kurt. I'd love to go there for a day but I don't want to impose on your family time."

"Nonsense. You won't impose, are you crazy? Come on, Blaine. It'll be fun. Road trip across the US."

"Across the US?"

"Ok, so through a few states for ten hours...or less...or more depending on traffic. But it'll be fun! Fun, fun, fun! We can sing in the car and we can take a break whenever we see something interesting. We can find a crazy looking diner to eat at or we can buy a sandwich at a gas station and eat it on the hood of my car...we can..."

"Okay, okay. I'll go with you."

"Yay!" Kurt clapped his hands and kissed his cheek sloppily the moment Nick, Jeff and Rachel decided to join them at the terrace. "I love you. I need to find my phone to start taking notes on our trip." Kurt jumped to his feet, running past his stunned friends, not paying any attention to them.

"He loves you?" Nick asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Apparently." Blaine shrugged his shoulders and stood up like nothing unusual happened even though his heart was beating like crazy. He mingled inside, purposely ignoring the gaping of his friends through the window.

"I think it's time for taking bets." Jeff announced.

"One month." Rachel voted.

"At most." Nick added.