Blaine went back into the living room with his arms full of bowls of pretzels and chips. He found Kurt going through his pink, overnight bag for Rachels, waiting with Blaine until the boys showed up. Setting the bowls down on the coffee table, Blaine sat down next to Kurt and wrapped him in his arms, kissing his cheek. "Honey, youre supposed to be at Rachels in fifteen minutes. Want me to drive you over?"

"Oh, but, Blaine..." he looked at the clock on the wall and frowned that it was ten minutes after the guys should have been there. He pushed his bottom lip out in a pout and caressed Blaines jaw, "Theyll be here, I promise. I saw Puck and he looked so happy to be coming over to see you."

Blaine was starting to feel unsure, like hed been stood up. He knew they had reason to not come, as Blaine had done some horrible things to them, including messing around with most of their girlfriends. He doubted that hed ever be able to forgive a man if he teased with Kurt then handed him back and smirked in his face. It didnt do anything to soothe the hurt, though. "I dont think theyre coming." He tried to keep his voice calm so Kurt couldnt tell that he was wounded, but Kurt seemed concerned, anyway. "Honey, let me just drive you to your sleepover."

Kurt shook his head when Blaine started to stand, "But I wont leave you here alone." When Blaine gave him a doubtful look, he kissed his cheek, "Itll be fine. Besides, this will give me a chance to stay with Pavarotti tonight. He has a belly ache after all of that traveling. Ill call Rachel and let her know."

A loud banging from outside interrupted him from reaching for his phone, and he got to his knees, trying to peek out the window. "I see them!" He suddenly chirped, scrambling off the couch.

Blaine quickly sat up, too, but he didnt get off the couch. He heard someone call his name from outside, followed by noisy snickers. "Hey, Blaine, let down your massive, curly hair!" Someone else hollered, and then there was pounding on the door.

Kurt skittered over to the door and opened it, bouncing at the sight of the glee guys on the other side. Puck, who must have been one of the guys calling at Blaine, looked shocked. "Oh, hey, Kurt. I thought you were gone." Slipping past him when he hopped aside, he muttered, "You look cute in those pajamas."

Touching his pink, fuzzy pajamas, Kurt twirled in a circle, "You think so? I think pink is very flattering."

Finn followed Puck, and he glanced at Kurt and gave him a gentle grin. "Hi, Kurt." Rubbing his arm very comfortingly, Finn stopped in the doorway when Kurt ran away from them and went back to Blaine, tucking himself under his chin. "Where can we put our stuff?"

"I brought games and food." Puck put in, throwing his bag near the TV.

Holding onto Blaine as he stood up and cleared his throat, unsure of what to say or do, Kurt watched the rest of the glee guys come in, each of them looking just a little uncomfortable. He understood that, as there were some things that needed to be smoothed over between them and Blaine, but he was happy they were there for him. "Blaine will show you around." Kurt said, lifting onto his toes to kiss his cheek. "I need to go to my sleepover!"

"I wish you could stay, cutie." Puck scrubbed Kurts hair as he walked by, exploring their living room. "This place isnt too bad. Its really nice, Kurt."

"Thank you!" Kurt collected his overnight bag and knelt by the coffee table, where Pavarotti was perched. He kissed his beak, "Be good for Daddy, promise? I love you. Ill see you in the morning, Pavarotti!"

Pavarotti chirped at him, wiggling his tail feathers.

"Hey, a bird!" One of the other guys shouted, and he was soon surrounded by guys wanting to pet and hold him.

Blaine helped Kurt to his feet and guided him past the big bodies, standing with him at the door. "Ill miss you, honey. Are you sure you dont want me to drive you?"

"Ill be fine." Kurt assured him, his hips swinging from side to side. He glanced over at the boys, most of them gathered around Pavarotti, but some trying to hook up a game system to the TV. "Thank you for caring. Ill miss you, too."

Blaine leaned in to kiss his lips, "Call me when you get there. I love you." Kissing him a few more times, Blaine took him into his arms and held him for a moment, breathing in his sweet perfume. He still felt so silky.

"I love you, too." Kurt whispered in his ear, and then they parted. Waving at the boys, he chirped, "Goodbye!"

"Bye, Kurt!" A few of them replied, giving him smiles as Blaine opened the door for him.

Holding onto Kurts hand for as long as possible, Blaine muttered, "Have fun tonight." Kurt murmured it back to him, then he slipped out the door and walked over to his car. Blaine watched him from the doorway, staying there until the car pulled out of the driveway and disappeared from his view.

Sighing heavily, he turned back around and was shocked to see a few guys looking at him. There was obvious tension between them, especially with those he didnt know very well but had bullied in the past. Clearing his throat, he went back into the room, about to sit down, but was shocked when someone threw something at him.

Before he could growl, he heard loud music from the TV, and an electronic voice saying how to set a game up. "Blaine and me have the first round." Puck said, stepping up on a mat with arrows on it. "Come on, Blaine. Lets see how you move."

He looked over at him, then down at what hed thrown. It was a controller, and he bent to pick it up. Lifting his head again, he saw the guys throwing themselves onto the couches and chairs, bowls of food in their laps. They suddenly seemed relaxed, lazily watching as Puck started the game.

"Um..." Blaine shuffled his feet, wrapping his arms around himself. He really wanted to sit down on the couch and hide, let everyone else play games and chat, but Puck was still staring at him with a smirk on his face. "Okay."

He stepped on the other mat and watched the arrows start moving across the screen. Awkwardly touching a few but missing most of them, he was relieved when the song ended. He took a step back and held the controller out to Puck, "I have to go to the bathroom." That was a good excuse. He could leave the room and hide for a while, make it seem like he had bad stomach cramps. Maybe if they thought he had the flu, theyd leave.

Puck hesitated for a few seconds, then he took the controller. "Okay," he muttered, looking like he knew what Blaine was up to. "Come on. Next round. Whos going to verse Puckster?"

Relieved when Sam got up, Blaine backed away from them and went toward the basement. He slipped through the door and closed it behind himself, needing to breathe, to calm himself down. Now that he thought about it, he really did need to piss, or maybe that was just dread in his gut.

When he got to his bedroom, he finally relaxed, dropping his shoulders and blowing out heavily. He scrubbed his face and sat down on the edge of his bed, holding his stomach again.

Glancing at a picture of him and Kurt on his dresser, he pulled his phone from his pocket and checked it for texts or missed calls-not that he would ever ignore a call from Kurt. There wasnt anything yet, but he wasnt that worried because he knew the drive to Rachels was about ten minutes.

He laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, hearing one of the guys yelling that Puck cheated. He started to smile, but then he remembered that he didnt feel welcome there. Rolling onto his side, he grabbed Kurts pillow and hugged it to himself. This was just a stupid mistake, but he knew how much it meant to Kurt so he had to get through it.

He laid his lashes on his cheeks, wanting quiet, wanting away, but his eyes snapped open when he heard the basement door open again. He quickly sat up, alarmed and feeling exposed. "Burt?" He asked, hoping it was him. If one of the guys saw him like this, they would know he lied and would think he was strange for sitting in here by himself.

"No." Finn appeared after walking down a few steps. "Its me." Raising a brow at Blaine, he muttered, "Are you okay?"

Blaine turned away from him, "Yeah... Ill be up in a minute."

Finns footsteps got closer to him, and he felt the bed sink on the other side. "You know, you dont have to be afraid. All of the guys were worried when you just left."

Glancing over his shoulder, Blaine tried to keep his voice steady, "Im fine. My stomach hurts." That sounded pathetic, and he winced because it was so obvious.

Finn stayed where he was, and he turned his head, his eyes passing over the pictures on the wall. He grinned at one of them, swinging his legs off the bed and going up to one of Kurt as a child. "Hes really cute. He hasnt changed much." He walked over to another one, one of Blaine when he was a little younger, maybe fourteen, and the smile dropped from his lips, "This was eighth grade... back when we-" he stopped talking and cleared his throat, then he looked back at Blaine. "Youve changed a lot."

Blaine said nothing to that, running his fingers through his hair. He was embarrassed and was actually starting to feel sick. He wanted to throw up so Finn would leave him alone.

"So..." Finn took a few steps toward his dresser, "this is your bedroom. Its not what I expected."

"Really." Blaine snapped, and it came out a little harsher than he first thought. His throat was so tight and his words were short.

Taking a deep breath, Finn came back to the bed and sat down next to him, pushing his lips to one side of his face when Blaine moved away from him, "I didnt mean that in a bad way. Youre just... not what I expected... in a good way." Quirking a corner of his mouth at Blaine, he muttered, "Do you want to come upstairs and chug root beer to see whose burp is the loudest?"

Blaine looked at the staircase, then at his bed. It was kind of lonely, but he still didnt know if the other glee guys even wanted him up there. Wrapping his arm around his knees, he shook his head. "Im waiting on a text from Kurt."

"Wait up there." Finn nodded at the ceiling. "You know, none of the glee guys dont like you. Theyre just... not sure about you. They dont get you." Rubbing Blaines back, he muttered, "Youre a good guy, Blaine... without Karofsky. Theyd see that if you let them."

"What if they dont-?" Blaine was interrupted by banging on the door.

"Hey, Blaine, get over your stomach issues!" Puck yelled through the door. "Were going to see who can eat the most ice cream without puking!"

"Puck, youre disgusting!" Finn shouted back at him, and then they heard noisy laughter and back slapping.

Letting Blaine go, Finn stood up and offered him his hand. "Come on. You could have fun with us."

A weak smile pulled at Blaines lips, and he laid his hand in Finns, getting to his feet with him. Finn led him upstairs, opening the door and letting him through first. All of the guys were running toward the kitchen, where Blaine could hear the fridge doors opening and closing. They were laughing and jumping excitedly on each other, and Blaine realized he was safe with them.

Kurt stopped his car in Rachels driveway and unstrapped himself, looking at her house from afar. It wasnt that big but it was very decorated and welcoming. Reaching for his bag, he opened his door and stepped onto the ground, careful to not slip on any ice. He stepped onto the porch and knocked on the door, hearing what sounded like a TV.

After a moment, he heard Rachel yelling something, and then quick footsteps. The door flew open, revealing Rachel in braids with dark blue pajamas on. "Kurt!" She yelled, flinging her arms around him and hugging him tightly. "Youre just in time for strawberry shortcake. My dads made it."

"Oh... that sounds nice." He let her tug him in, and he followed her over to a staircase.

"The girls are upstairs." Rachel told him, still holding onto him as she walked. "I was worried you werent coming... you know, since youre always around Blaine."

"Im happy to be here." He said quietly, going over to a door with a star with her name on it. She opened the door and pushed him inside.

Mercedes and Tina were sitting on the floor, magazines and pillows surrounding them. They had sleeping bags rolled out underneath them. "Hey, Kurt!" Mercedes yelled, waving him over. "I love your pajamas."

"Thank you." Kurt smiled, sitting down beside of Mercedes and looking at the magazines. One was a school yearbook, but the others were from stores that hed never heard of. They all showed sweaters and wool skirts.

Tina reached for a plate of cake that was on a nearby table and held it out to him, "Here, have some cake. Its really good."

Kurt took the plate, and he tried to nibble on the cake, but he really wanted to leave the room so he could call Blaine.

Before he could ask to be excused, Rachel picked up the yearbook again and pointed out a guy that Kurt didnt know. "How about Rick Nelson?"

"The Stick?" Mercedes grimaced, "A two. Final answer. Tina?"

"I..." Tina eyeballed the picture of the redhead who looked like he hadnt showered in a week, "would give him a four." At the girls collective gasps, she defensively raised her hands, "What? Hes always gross and sweaty and probably hasnt showered in three years but at least hes passionate! Guys who arent passionate always ruin kisses. Okay, moving onto-"

"Lets do Jacob Israel." Mercedes suggested, handing the book over to Kurt. "And lets give Kurt a try. Okay, rate this guy and tell us all the dirty work his mouth could do."

"Dirty is right." Tina snorted.

Kurt looked down at the picture, then back up at them. "I-I dont understand."

"Were rating guys out of the yearbook," Rachel explained, sitting back on her heels. "Weve already done Finn, Sam, and Mike. Rate how good of a kisser you think Jacob Israel is."

Kurt still didnt understand. What they were doing sounded mean, and he wasnt interested in the game. Putting the book down, he reached for his bag and searched for his phone. "Please... do you mind if I leave the room? I need to call Blaine. Hell worry if I dont."

Their faces twisted, and Rachel took the phone from his hand, "Absolutely not. This is girl time. The last I saw, Blaine definitely doesnt understand girl talk! Now rate."

Startled by her rude tone, he held his hand out for his phone, "Rachel, please-"

"Ugh," Tina flopped onto her back, obviously annoyed. "Just let him leave, Rachel. We knew he wouldnt be able to spend an entire night away from Blaine. Kurt, if you want to go home, then just go."

Kurt was very hurt, and his bottom lip trembled. Rachel ignored his wounded expression and tossed the yearbook at him again, "No, were playing a game."

"Weve already rated all of our boyfriends." Mercedes put in, "And everyone else is obviously a two or lower. This game is boring now."

"But Kurt hasnt had a chance to rate anyone." Rachel put the yearbook aside and stared at Kurt, "So, lets rate Blaine. Out of ten. How well does Blaine Anderson smooch?"

"Ill start," Tina blurted. "An eleven."

Mercedes immediately glowered at her, "Its only out of ten, and you just rated Blaine higher than your own boyfriend. What part of Blaines kisses deserves an eleven?"

Tina smirked at her, clearly satisfied with her answer, "What part of them doesnt? He might be a total asshole, but he has a hot body, great mouth, and Ive heard he gives awesome tongue."

Kurt was suddenly extremely uncomfortable, "Rachel-"

"Now me." Rachel gave him a quick look to hush him, "Id give him a seven. Hes hot and everything, but his kisses were always cold and rushed. What about you, Kurt? What would you rate Blaine?"

He didnt like the idea of rating Blaine, even if his kisses were perfect and warm and made him dizzy. Curling into a small ball, he wrapped his arms around his knees and tried to hide his emotions. "Rachel... I need to call him. Hell be frantic over me if I dont. Oh, please-"

"Kurt, stop whining." Mercedes rolled her eyes, ripping the phone from under Rachels knee and throwing it to him. "Fine, just call him. We wont hear anything else until he does. Im going to get some food. Anyone else want to come with me?"

Tina agreed and left her sleeping bag, walking out with Mercedes. He could hear them complaining about him as they went. Rachel, who looked horrified that he had messed things up, got to her feet and sniffed at him.

Sighing when he was left alone, Kurt lifted himself to his feet, needing to find a bathroom to be alone. "Hm... where is the bathroom?" He wondered aloud, walking over to the door to poke his nose out and search. On his way over there, his pajamas got caught on one of the drawers in Rachels dresser. "Oh!"

Backing away from the dresser would only cause a tear, so he slid the drawer slightly out to free himself, but a journal slipped from under it and plopped onto the floor. It looked like a diary with a pink, fuzzy cover and her name sewn across the front. Kneeling beside of it, he picked it up and went to put it back in its spot, but a small picture slipped from between two of the pages. It fell beside of his knee, so he collected it in his palm.

He was alarmed at the picture, one hed taken of Blaine and hung up in his locker. Blaine was laying on their bed, sleepily smiling up at him with his hair rumpled and his jaw unshaven. Hed always thought Blaine had taken it down because it was too revealing for school, but hed never asked him about it.

Putting the picture in his pajama pocket, he hesitantly flipped the diary open. It was dated a year ago, when Rachel was a junior. The first page was about her favorite musicals and singers, so he skipped past that and went to the next. Blaine was immediately mentioned, something about Rachel thinking he was hot, but Kurt was having trouble reading some of the words.

He went forward a few pages, and Blaines name was appearing more and more. Suddenly worried, Kurt turned to the end of the book. The last entry was from a few weeks ago, and Kurt was shocked to see a few provocatively doodled pictures of Blaine. Before he looked away with a bright blush, he caught words like Rach... suck... lollipop.

"Oh, dear," he whispered, quickly closing the journal before it made him faint. Scooting over to his bag, he slipped the journal inside and zipped it up. Pulling his knees to his chest, he pushed his bottom lip out in a pout. He wasnt sure if he wanted to cry or if he felt scared that Rachel might make a move because he couldnt tell her that Blaine was his.

Wiping a swelling tear from his eye, he lifted himself to his feet and wobbled over to the door. He checked around but couldnt see the girls anywhere, so he quietly padded out of the bedroom. Scurrying down the stairs, he heard the girls squealing from the kitchen, but he didnt turn his head to look at them. He hurried over to the front door and opened it, going out into the snow and cold.

He shivered, but knew hed be warm in Blaines arms in a few minutes. Running over to his car, he opened the drivers door and stepped in. It seemed like a very long drive, as he had to go slow because of the ice, and the tears kept rolling down his cheeks. He was upset that Rachel had made his boyfriend out to be little more than a floozy.

Relieved when he finally pulled up in his driveway and saw that most of the lights were still on, he opened his door and skittered across the ice, almost slipping a few times. He went up to his door and opened it, hearing boys yelling from within. Lifting his hands to his hair and brushing snow away, he walked inside and almost stepped on a chirping bird. He looked down at Pavarotti, who was bundled up in one of his shoes with a shoelace draped across his head. He was chewing on it, but when he saw Kurt, he wiggled and whistled.

"Oh, hello!" He cooed to his tiny bird, bending down to collect him. "Im home, Pavarotti!"

A few of the boys who were sitting on the couch and watching a movie glanced up at him, and they waved at him. "Hey, Kurt. What are you doing back?" Artie asked, and Kurt smiled at him.

"I need to talk to Blaine." He glanced around but didnt see him, "Where is he?"

Mike nodded at the kitchen, so Kurt wandered in that direction and peeked in. Finn and Blaine were resting against the counter, Finn with a playful smile on his lips, while Blaine looked a little bothered by something. His eyes were wide and his mouth was firm, his phone clutched very tightly in his grip.

Puck was bent over the kitchen table, desperately chugging a bottle of root beer. "Come on, Puck!" Finn shouted at him, and Puck lifted his head, burping so loudly that it almost scared Kurt. He took a step back, his fingers flying to his lips, and he stared at Puck as he wondered how that sound could have come out of him. He hoped he wasnt going to be sick.

He seemed very proud of the sound, raising his hands and clapping for himself. "Who said the Puckster couldnt do it? Anderson, its your turn."

"Thats disgusting." Blaine said, but he took the bottle, anyway. Still holding onto his phone, he tilted the bottle up and took a few long drinks. He coughed after he took in a little too much, but Puck slapped his back. He sucked more of the fizzing drink, and Kurts eyes widened to the size of saucers. Was this a game? He didnt understand what they were doing.

Blaine got near the bottom of the bottle and he jerked his lips off the neck, making a low sound that rumbled from his throat. Excitedly jumping and smacking each other around, Finn and Puck yelled very loudly. "That was awesome!" Puck shouted, violently shaking Blaine.

Kurt wrinkled his nose in distaste, but he couldnt help but giggle at them. Finn must have heard it because he glanced at him and his eyes flew open wide. "Kurt... what are you doing here?"

Blaine, who was still wiping his mouth and choking on the drink, lifted his head. His mouth fell open and he rushed toward Kurt, taking him into his arms. "Ive been so worried about you. Why didnt you call me?" Pulling slightly away, he checked Kurt over, feeling his cheeks, his neck, his shoulders. "Youre not hurt, are you?"

Kurt made a sour face at his breath, "Blaine... you didnt get sick, did you?"

Puck, grabbing the root beer bottle and draining what was left of it, muttered around the neck, "No, he just burped really loud. I swear, Anderson, if you beat me at one more game-"

"Oh, let Dance, Dance Revolution go." Finn whined, swiping the root beer bottle from Puck. "And stop drinking this before you really make yourself sick."

"He cheated! Nobody beats Puckasaurus at that game!" Puck yelled, but Finn dragged him from the room, seeing that Blaine and Kurt needed some privacy for a few minutes.

Blaines hands were still brushing his skin, examining him, so Kurt gently pushed them away, "Blaine... Blaine, Im fine. Im okay, I promise. Im not hurt." Tangling his fingers in those dark curls, he murmured, "Its just... Rachel took my phone away. Im sorry I worried you."

Kissing Kurts forehead, he muttered, "Why did you come back, honey?"

Kurt suddenly looked very uncertain, "I hope youre not upset with me. I didnt mean to ruin your..." he searched for the right word, "guy time." Blaine quickly shook his head, but Kurt went on, "Its just... I wasnt very happy there. The girls were asking me to rate you and I didnt like being away from you and then I found something."

Blaines brows lowered, "Found what?"

Unzipping his bag, Kurt felt Pavarotti climb down his shoulder and pop into the bag, disappearing underneath his favorite magazine he was going to show the girls. He pulled the diary out and showed it to Blaine, who frowned at it. He took it from him and opened it, flipping through the pages much more quickly, obviously because he could read the words easier.

After a few pages, he looked shocked and his jaw dropped. "What is this?" he growled, shaking his head. He skimmed through a few more, the frown on his face deepening to a sneer. When he lifted his head and saw Kurts worried face, he closed the diary and said, "Honey, Ill fix this." Taking Kurt into his arms again, he muttered against his neck, "Are you okay?"

"Yes." Kurt peeped, jumping when the guys hollered for Blaine from the living room. He took a step back and tried to manage a weak smile, "You should go to them."

Holding Kurts hand, Blaine took a step out of the kitchen and saw the guys gathered around the TV again, two of them dancing on the mats. "Lets see if anyone can beat Kurt at shimmying!" Puck yelled, shoving Sam off a mat and stepping onto it. "Kurt, come over here. You and me."

Kurt turned bright red as the attention was turned to him, "You wont mind that Im here?"

Puck kept pointing to the other mat, and Blaine gently nudged him. "Go on, sweetheart. They like having you here."

Kurt giggled and pranced up to the other mat, happily wiggling when the arrows started falling onto the screen. Most of the guys were chanting his name, telling him to beat Puck, but Kurt kept getting distracted by Blaine, who was sitting on a couch about two feet away.

It was fun to play with the guys, most of them giving him high fives or hugs after their round was over, and it was even more fun to play with Blaine. Blaine was very teasing with him, stepping on his arrows and making him pout, and picking him up by his hips and making him stretch his toes to touch the arrows.

Kurts cheeks were pink with laughter, and he was very happy there with them.