"Kurt, you've changed your shirt three times. Stop. You look fine." I took the shirt he was currently holding out of his hand and hung it back up.

"You're right." He admitted, sighing and sitting down on the edge of his bed. "I don't know what it is about this guy that makes me such a nervous wreck."

"Maybe it's the fact that he's completely gorgous, he sings like an angel, and he is actually really nice." I suggested, trying not to smile but unable to stop myself. "You're not even going to be alone. I thought Jeff and Nick were coming too?

"And you, right?"

"I didn't know I was invited." I said, having already planned to lay in bed and read.

"It's your house too." Kurt said, shaking his head at me. "Of course you're invited."

"It's also Finn's house, but you didn't invite him." I pointed out.

"Finn's doing something with Rachel, I think. I did ask him, though." Just then the doorbell rang. "Can you put those chips in a bowl? I'll go get the door."

"Sure." I said to Kurt's back, since he jumped up and left the room quickly.

I went downstairs and found the chips that Kurt bought specifically for tonight. I took out three bowls and poured. I don't know how Kurt expected me to carry all these by myself. I could have taken two trips but instead I just balanced the third bowl on my arm, hoping I didn't bump into anything.

I was pretty impressed with myself for getting all the way into the livingroom without dropping anything. I bent down and carefully laid the bowls on the table and then straightened myself, a triumphant smile on my face.

Someone chuckled behind me. I turned to see Kurt, Blane, Jeff and Nick coming in. Nick was the only one paying attention to me, the other three arguing over something.

My cheeks burned a little but I just looked away from Nick, tuning into the conversation the others were having.

"Okay, I admit, maybe I was a little cruel making you watch the Notebook three times, but seriously, Lesbian Vampire Slayers? That sounds like the name of a porno, we are not watching that." Blaine was saying to Jeff, who was grinning.

"I told you he wouldn't go for it." Nick said, settling into our couch. Kurt sat down on the loveseat and Blaine, without the slightest bit of hesitation, sat himself right next to him. "Don't worry, I brought another movie. One that doesn't involve lesbian vampires."

Jeff now looked like he was trying to supress laughter.
"Here, put this in." Nick said quickly, noting the look on Blaine's face that said they would continue this arguement all night if someone didn't stop them.

"I'll do it." I took the case from him, quickly reading it. Some horror movie. Thank goodness I wasn't watching that.

"You're not staying?" Blaine called as I started edging towards the stairs.

"Not really my thing." I told him with an apologetic smile.

"Scared?" Jeff asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Maybe." Who wanted to be scared? I never understood how that could be enjoyable.

I hurried upstairs before they could ask me to stay again. It wasn't that I didn't want to hang out with them. I liked Blaine, and Jeff and Nick both seemed nice. I just would much rather read than watch a horror movie.

I pulled a book off my shelf and laid on my bed, tuning out the intense music and screams coming from the T.V. downstairs.

Half an hour later I put the book down, opening my door and making my way to the bathroom. I was the only one without my own bathroom since Finn used the one downstairs and both Kurt and my dad and Carole had bathrooms attached to their bedrooms.

I pushed open the door and screamed, not expecting someone in the small room. Nick had been standing in front of the mirror, his shirt pulled up at the corner, examining a large and darkly coloured bruise on his side.

I quickly pulled the door closed. "I'm so sorry!" I yelled through it. "No one ever uses this bathroom and the door is usually closed so I didn't think to knock. Sorry. I didn't--,"

"Don't worry about it." Nick said, opening the door, an easy smile on his face.

If it was possible to die from embarassment I'd be dead on the ground right now. As it was, I couldn't seem to help myself from asking Nick about the bruise. "Are you-- I mean, I kind of seen, when I opened the door-- What happened?" I stumbled out.

Nick laughed, making me blush even more than I already was. "I bumped into a table doing some choreography the other day. Don't worry, I didn't damage the goods." He joked, his eyebrows lifting suggestively.

Maybe coming from Jeff I would have just laughed off that comment, but for some reason, maybe the expression on Nick's face, or his tone of his, the joke seemed forced. The words sounded weird coming out his mouth.

"O-okay." I said, frowning but knowing that I didn't know Nick enough to push him. "It looked bad. Does it hurt?"
He shrugged. "Not really."

I couldn't tell if he was trying to be manly, pretending it didn't hurt, or if he was hiding something. Or maybe it just really didn't hurt. But it had looked pretty bad.

"See you later." Nick told me, moving towards the stairs, making a quick escape just like I had earlier. That was enough to make me think that I was right thinking he was hiding something. I'd have to talk to Kurt. He could always talk to Blaine... but what if I was just overreacting?

"Yeah, see you later." I said softly to his back.

Kurt's Point of View

"Are you guys thirsty?" I asked when Nick got back from the bathroom. I couldn't stop thinking of Blaine's leg, which was pressed against mine, or sides also touching. The loveseat we were sitting on was small. "I have juice, and soda and cold water."

"I'll have some water." Nick said while pushing a strand of hair off his face.

"I'll take some juice." Jeff said, not taking his eyes off the T.V. screen where some scantily clad, attractive woman was being sliced in half.

"I'll help you carry them." Blaine said, standing up and following me into the kitchen.

"Enjoying the movie?" I asked Blaine as I pulled four glasses out of the cupboard.

"It's not horrible, but most horror movies are pretty predictable." As Blaine spoke he stretched, his shirt riding up. I turned quickly towards the fridge.

"What did you want?" I asked, paying more attention to the contents of the fridge than they needed.

"Whatever." Blaine said, moving closer to me until he was close enough that, if I backed up, I would be leaning into him. "Do you need help with that?"

I quickly handed him the water pitcher and he took it, pouring some into a glass but not moving so his arm wrapped around me. I turned around and he was right there. Those eyes, framed perfectly by those long lashes, were staring into mine.

I closed my eyes, not able to focus when he was that close to me. "Blaine, can I ask you something?" It was now or never. I couldn't deal with not knowing. I was becoming such a nervous wreck because of Blaine and I needed to know if he felt the same way.

He flirted with me enough but I couldn't tell if that was just harmless fun or if he actually meant it.

"Of course." Blaine told me, not moving.

"Do you--,"

"Sorry if I'm interupting." Nick said, standing in the doorway and giving us an apologetic look. "Someone's been knocking on the door for about a minute and I wasn't sure if you heard it."

Blaine had backed away as soon as Nick spoke. "I'll get it." I said, moving around him.

How had I not heard the door? It wasn't far from the kitchen. Blaine was just so distracting. As I made my way towards the door I couldn't help but think death threats at who ever had been knocking.