"So why did we agree to do this again?"

"Because we haven't spent time all together in forever."

The entire Glee club was all gathered in Blaine and Santana's loft - Tina and Mike on the couch making out as was custom, Brittany passing around the newest video of Lord Tubbington and Puck and Finn were discussing their latest endeavors in the kitchen. Rachel obviously wasn't holding a grudge for what had happened because she was the one who had organized the whole thing, even though she had yet to show up. Blaine found it oddly suspicious because it was so out of character for Rachel to do something like this and invite him after the fiasco that was his date with Kurt, but he decided to let it be; he was just happy Rachel wasn't trying to kick his sorry ass by now.

Blaine was relaxed and enjoying Santana's friend's company when he saw a familiar face. He glared in her direction; Rachel had made it as far as he could see and with that hyperactive kid Chandler. Rachel was someone that took some getting used to, and he wondered how it was exactly that Santana, of all people, could tolerate her as well as she did. The last thing he wanted was to see her but even more so him; they hadn't exactly parted on good terms but Chandler, last he heard, had a fling with Sebastian back in Ohio right after they had broken up. But it was Rachel's party and Chandler had probably just been dragged along for musical purposes or something equally unimportant and Blaine was in no mood for his bullshit.

Santana gaped and it had been awhile since Blaine had seen her caught so off guard. "What is he doing here?" Santana whipped around and faced Blaine, searching his face for answers, as if he would have any. Santana knew about Chandler, and hated him almost as much as Blaine did, and she knew about his entire rollercoaster of a relationship that was Sebastian Smythe.

Blaine threw up his hands in a defense. "Don't look at me. I didn't invite him."

"Oh, Blaine didn't invite him. I did," Rachel said smugly. Blaine got the impression that Santana had somehow let it slip that he wasn't particularly fond of Chandler and this was Rachel's way of paying back Santana for her meddling and in equal parts himself, for insulting Kurt on their date, and he had to fight back a laugh at how ironic the situation was.

"Oh, well, Rachel, maybe next time you could alert me when you invite somebody without asking me first."

"Yeah, it's so thoughtless not to tell Santana all the details of a social engagement. I mean, that's really rude," Blaine's voice dripped with sarcasm as he rolled his eyes and took a swig of his drink.

"Are you still hung up on that?"

"What's it to you?" Blaine glared at Santana, getting his point across with just a look. "Rachel, seriously. We don't need that asshole here. I'm going to have to put my foot down."

"Kunta Kinte put his foot down, Blaine, and it got chopped off. Now shut up and keep drinking. You're going to need it," Rachel jibed, and walked off towards Chandler.

Blaine squinted over at Rachel, who looked entirely too pleased with herself. "I think she's up to something."

"I wouldn't doubt it," Santana agreed and looked at Blaine with a hint of a smile crossing her lips. "Are you still trying to sabotage this relationship?"

"Between me and Rachel's best friend?" Blaine asked, careful not to say Kurt's name and when Santana nodded, he shook his head vehemently. "No. He won't answer my calls or anything. I've pretty much given up on the whole thing, and just let it go."

"He hates you."

"He does not."

"Oh, yes he does," Santana chuckled, giving Blaine a knowing smile. She knew Blaine meant well, and he was sometimes too sweet with a heart too big for his own good. He also had a tendency to be totally oblivious and end up with his foot in his mouth. And that could sometimes get him into hot water.

"He does not hate me! It's... a secret crush turned inside out."

"Yeah, right," Santana laughed. "You know, Blaine, I don't think musical education is such a good career for you. Chasing guys away is more suitable. That's your career."

"Smartass," Blaine grumbled, his lips encircling the bottle.

"I only seem like a smartass because I'm surrounded by dumbasses."

"Santana, your logic just astounds me - " he began, but stopped midsentence. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as another person walked through the loft door.

Santana's face held the same reaction. "Oh, my God, Kurt - "

"Get down!" Blaine whispered, yanking Santana down by the hem of her shirt.

"What are we, five? This isn't hide and seek, Blaine!" Santana whispered back gruffly, smoothing out her blouse.

"I don't want him to see me!"

"I thought you wanted to fix things."

"Just shut the fuck up!"

Santana resisted the urge to roll her eyes in contempt but kept her mouth shut as Blaine had asked. Blaine peeked over the side of the counter, staring at Kurt and Rachel. God, Kurt looked perfect. But then, when didn't he? Right about now, he thought about doing a lot of things to him he really shouldn't. His mind wandered to places he knew he had no business being.

And then he remembered why he was there in the first place.

He desperately needed to get his mind off of Kurt. And it wouldn't be leaving if he continued to be so fucking distracted by Kurt's mere presence.

Get your shit together, Anderson.

Rachel and Kurt appeared by their side, each giving Roger and Collins confused and amused looks from where they towered above them. "What the hell are you guys doing?"

"We were just - we were looking for something," Santana stuttered and Blaine had to bite back a laugh; it was so rare that Santana would be as speechless as she was in that very moment. "And Blainers was helping me find it."

Rachel gave her a look of disbelief that told both of them that she wasn't the least bit fooled. "Okay," she said slowly. "You've met Kurt."

Santana gave Kurt a fond smile and Blaine nodded cautiously, standing up slowly. "Yeah, we've met," Kurt said not so pleasantly, staring at Blaine, and turning his nose up at him in a haughty manner.

Well goddamn, even when he's pissed off he's gorgeous...

Stop it, Blaine.

"Hey," Blaine said stiffly, not sure what else he could really say, caught in such an awkward moment.

"Hi," Kurt replied in an equally cold tone.

They eyed each other for a few seconds, moments that to Blaine felt like an eternity, awkward silence growing between them. Rachel had pulled Santana aside, leaving Blaine and Kurt alone for the first time since the date. There wasn't much he could say; he supposed an apology might suffice, but he'd tried that already, numerous times. He just wanted the floor to swallow him up so he wouldn't have to be looking into those bright blue eyes that were filled with something he couldn't recognize.

And then he saw it flash. There was some sympathy for Blaine he supposed, and some pity but most of all...

Hurt.

They'd avoided each other the rest of the night, only speaking to each other when it was absolutely necessary. In the past, he'd really screwed up with men. His most meaningful one had been Sebastian and although it wasn't entirely his fault, he could never shake the feeling, the one everyone around him had always told him; that he wasn't good enough. But this time, he actually regretted it. From what he knew, Kurt was an amazing person, but he'd royally fucked up. And making things right didn't seem to be the easiest to do, not when Kurt wouldn't even venture to acknowledge him.

And Blaine was beginning to understand why.

Because Kurt had been told the same mantra he had; that he wasn't good enough.

He looked down at his glass, frowning when he saw it was empty. If he was going to be at this party while Kurt was too, he sure as hell wasn't going to be sober. He reached over to grab the bottle of Stoli and pour himself some, but that was gone too. He sighed heavily and stood up, making his way to the where their alcohol was kept. He could see Kurt look at him out of the corner of his eye, and he blushed.

"Shit," Blaine grumbled to himself. He lifted a bottle of rum, and shrugged, not really caring at this point what he was consuming just as long as it got him drunk, pouring it generously into his glass. He figured if he was going to get drunk, he might as well go all the way.

"What is that, like, your fourth glass of some sort of alcohol? Why don't you just carry around a pitcher?"

Blaine looked up and into Kurt's face, where he could map every single tiny freckle smattered there, his eyes widening, gulping. He glared at him. "What are you doing in here?"

"Chandler kindly asked me for a Corona. I figured I'd be nice and get him one," Kurt replied, reaching around Blaine for the pack.

He didn't know why that made his skin prickle the way it did, knowing Kurt was being so nice to Chandler.

"Chandler," Blaine nodded, but it was clear he didn't believe him. He knew Kurt was nice, it was in his nature, but Chandler?

"Why are you such an unpleasant person?"

"What do you care?" Blaine seethed.

"I don't," Kurt growled back and Blaine could see his eyes dancing so brightly at his own words. There was something behind that look that told Blaine all he needed to know.

"You weren't looking for a Corona. You were looking for me," Blaine smirked, like he'd won, stepping closer to Kurt, only inches from his face.

"Maybe," Kurt retorted and gave Blaine and equally smug smile, a mysterious glint in his eyes. 

Kurt wanted him.

The next thing he knew, Kurt's hands were on his chest, pushing him against the closet wall. Kurt's lips found his, his kisses insistent, hungry, heady, almost desperate. It was like he was making love to his mouth, and it felt oh so good. Blaine kissed back with equal fervor, gripping the back of his neck to steady himself. He felt Kurt's hand tangle into his curls and then there was his hardness press into his thigh, and he couldn't suppress the moaned that escaped his mouth. His fingers moved of their own accord, finding their way inside Kurt's shirt. His skin was warm and smooth, and so soft; this only aroused Blaine even more. Kurt's lips blazed a trail down his neck and he groaned in response.

Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever.