“Thanks mom I’ll take it from here. Hey Wes, what’s up?” Blaine had his arms folded across his chest and his hair was wild with curls, very different from his usual gelled style. He had a brown sweater on with khaki knee length shorts – Wes knew Blaine was being tough on himself even by what he was wearing.

“You aren’t answering our calls, yet you answer Kurt’s? Blaine we’ve been friends since the day you got here and you can’t even talk to me?” Wes copied Blaine’s folded arms.

“It’s not that Wes, I’m so sorry but I just felt like I needed space, look come on in we’ll talk in my room.” Wes followed Blaine into his bedroom upstairs. His room was very plain, he had typical college banners on one side of a wall and a miniature collection of trophies on another, with his single bed at the back wall and a computer with a desk at his window. Wes sat on his chair while Blaine flung himself on his bed, sitting against the back wall.

“So, would you like to tell me what’s going on exactly?”

“I’m sure Kurt told you that I-that I kissed him.” Blaine looked down at his hands in shame. “But I can’t face school, not now. It’s hard for me to talk about it.”

“So what? It was just a kiss! Kurt’s beating himself up about it being his fault and he’s worried sick-”

“Wait. Why does he think it’s his fault? Surely he should have read my letter.”

“Kurt didn’t mention a letter- where was it?”

Blaine looked up at Wes, “it was in his desk draw, he gets work out of there for the day every morning so I figured he’d see it. Unless it fell out of the draw. Damn it!”

“Well surely he’d have seen it fall- well wherever it is, you need to tell him before you guys grow apart.”

“I’m scared that if I see him we’ll fall apart! That’s why I’m waiting to sort things out in my head before I go back. We’re just friends and I’ve gone and ruined our friendship by kissing him, gosh why did I do it!” Blaine laid back on his bed, looking up at the ceiling.

“Friends don’t kiss, Blaine...are you sure he’s just your friend? You do realise he likes you-”

“Oh my god!” Blaine shot back up. “He didn’t pull away. Wes, he kissed me back!”

“Exactly Blaine, he likes you. As in like likes! How did you not know?”

“I’m obviously blind! I’m just awful at this romance stuff. I thought he was just a friend. He’s been through so much recently what with the bullying and the move. I thought I’d hurt him but it was all in my head. Ok I need to talk to him, now!” Blaine rose from his bed and began toward the door but Wes grabbed his arm.

“You might wanna know where you’re going first, and change your clothes and sort that hair out!”

“What’s wrong with my hai- ohhh...” Blaine looked in the mirror and was shocked. He looked terrible.

“Kurt’s gone out. With Nick.”

Blaine spun around and looked at Wes, “what? I thought you said he liked me? Why Nick?”

“Nick saw he was down and wanted to take him out to cheer him up so that’s where they are now.”

“I gotta get to him, “ Blaine grabbed a comb and his hair gel and began doing his hair, “where did you say they went to?”

“I don’t know, he said a comedy club that you got to buy tickets to get into, not far from Dalton so it won’t take you long to get there. But you might not be able to get in.”

Smoothing down his hair, Blaine grabbed some clean clothes, “well, I’ll take my car and look for him, I don’t care how long it takes me, I gotta see him, I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll get going now Blaine, I bid you farewell and good luck with whatever you’re going to tell Kurt, just take it easy and I’ll see you around. Answer my calls in the future!”

“See you. And thanks a lot Wes, if you hadn’t come round I’d have been moping around for days to come.” The two exchanged a smile and Wes let himself out, calling behind him, “goodbye Mr and Mrs Anderson!” as he left.

Blaine had quickly pulled on a blue sweater over a clean white shirt, with a bow tie on and some smart jeans and Dr Marten boots. He suddenly began remembering little things that Kurt had said to him like, “cute hair” or “that bow tie surprisingly suits you” whenever they hung out outside Dalton. Blaine loved wearing bow ties for some reason, and he thought it would be appropriated to wear one right now. He ran downstairs pulling on his jacket and called to his parents, “be back soon, I won’t be home late!” Closing the door behind him, he settled himself into the driver’s seat of his car and pulled out of the driveway, what am I doing? he whispered to himself and drove off to look for Kurt, his...best friend?