It's a beautiful night and I'm opened up,
The look in your eyes says so much,
Nothing can touch us out here.

Chapter 1:

Kurt Hummel walked into the bedroom he shared with his boyfriend on Monday morning at around 7AM. Blaine was asleep in their bed, his bare back facing Kurt. His entire front was covered, but the covers only covered the back of his body from about his mid-thigh downwards. A small lick of light slipped through the blinds and left a sheen all across his sallow skin. Kurt smiled and his stomach filled with those familiar butterflies that seemed to only appear in Blaine's presence. They'd known each other for almost two years now and that feeling never got old.

Kurt moved forward and threw himself down onto the bed and down onto Blaine, who groaned loudly.

"Time to get up," Kurt told him, pressing a small kiss to his temple.

Blaine groaned again, then muttered something that resembled 'I don't want to'. Kurt chuckled and trailed his hand downwards until it reached Blaine's lower back. He moved it lower, very slowly, until his fingers reached the top of Blaine's ass, then he slid his fingers down the crack and a small groan escaped Blaine's lips. Kurt went lower and lower until he found his tight entrance. He flicked a finger over it and Blaine moaned and pushed himself against Kurt's hand. Kurt slid another finger down, rubbed across his hole a little, then removed his hand entirely and Blaine's head shot around in protest.

"You can't just—"

"Oh, but I just did," Kurt grinned.

"Not fair," Blaine grumbled.

Kurt chuckled, then leaned across and placed a kiss to his boyfriend's lips, before climbing off the bed. "It's almost 7AM," he told Blaine as he went to the mirror to examine his hair.

"Which gives us just enough time for a blow job, right?" Blaine asked, hopefully, as he pushed himself up in the bed.

"No," Kurt smiled, smoothening the side of his hair down. "Which gives you just enough time for a shower."

"Oh," Blaine said, sounding disappointed, then he brightened up. "Want to join me?"

"Tempting," Kurt smiled, turning around to face him. "But I already showered."

Blaine sighed and ran a hand lazily through his curls. Kurt watched as he flung his legs over the side of the bed. He yawned, then stood up and stretched, the bones in his upper back defined under his tanned skin. Kurt's eyes travelled down his body and he shivered a little, then looked away.

"Don't think I didn't see that," Blaine said in a sing song tone, then he walked towards the bathroom, a mischievous smirk on his face.

Kurt averted his eyes from Blaine's naked body, but Blaine walked slowly on purpose, in order to give him an eyeful. He stopped at the bathroom door, then looked across at Kurt and caught him blushing.

"It's precious that you still blush when one or the other of us is naked, even after all this time," Blaine smiled, turning to face Kurt, so that his entire body was on show. Kurt gave him his best scowl. "Hey, don't give me that look, it's your own fault that you decided to wake me up with your fingers."

He gave him a wink, then went inside the bathroom and closed the door.

"Blaine!"

Blaine turned the dial in the shower back to the centre, the steaming hot water slowed, then stopped entirely. He reached out for a face cloth, wiped his face, then shouted, "What's wrong?"

There was silence for a split second, then Kurt was shouting again. "Did I leave my watch in there?"

Blaine looked across at the sink beneath the steamed up bathroom mirror. He rubbed his eyes and searched out Kurt's watch and sure enough, there it was, sitting between a bar of soap and a toothbrush.

"Yeah," he shouted back.

"Um," Kurt said on the other side of the door. "Can I have it?"

"Come in and get it, I'm in the middle of trying to get rid of this hard-on you induced, and while I was still sleeping, I might add." Blaine smiled and waited for a response.

"Oh my God," came Kurt's horrified voice. "I am not going in there."

"I was kidding," Blaine laughed as he switched the water back on. "I'm just showering, come in and get your watch."

Blaine grabbed the shampoo and squirted some into the palm of his hand, so that Kurt would see he was actually just showering once he came inside. The door didn't open for another couple of minutes. Kurt walked in and Blaine smiled at him, but he kept his eyes straight ahead of him.

"Not looking," he told him.

Blaine chuckled and continued to run his foam-covered fingers through his hair as Kurt rummaged around the bathroom cabinet. He threw his head back under the shower nozzle and closed his eyes, allowing the water to get rid of the suds in his hair. He smiled, because he could feel Kurt's blue gaze on him, he knew he was watching him. Blaine opened one eye and a blurry Kurt swung his body back around to the cabinet.

Blaine shook his head and wiped his eyes. He turned the water off and stepped out onto the matt, running a towel through his hair.

"What are you doing over there?" he asked from beneath the towel.

"I left a brooch in here," Kurt told him and Blaine could hear him shuffling about.

Blaine threw the hand towel off to the side and tip toed across the bathroom until he was behind his boyfriend. Kurt turned around quickly and opened his mouth to protest, but Blaine covered his lips with his own. Kurt gasped, but didn't push him off.

"Ngh," Kurt muttered, pulling his lips away after a while. "Jesus, Blaine, you got me all wet."

"If I wasn't so busy undressing you, I'd make a snide remark about that statement," Blaine said, as he unbuttoned Kurt's shirt.

"We don't have time for this."

"Then why aren't you stopping me?" Blaine grinned, slipping the shirt off Kurt's broad shoulders. He went to work on the top button of his jeans and Kurt was just watching him.

"Ugh, now I'm going to have to find another outfit to wear," Kurt told him, but he didn't look all that concerned about that. "Screw you, Blaine."

"That's the plan," Blaine smirked, pushing Kurt's jeans and underwear down past his knees until they lay in a pile at his ankles. Kurt stepped out of his pants and Blaine shoved him up against the cold, tiled wall and kissed him sloppily.

"Mmh," Kurt said, twisting his neck a bit. "We are not doing this here."

"Why not?" Blaine asked, catching Kurt's mouth with his again. He was far too gorgeous, small sounds escaping his pretty lips and Blaine didn't think he could go another second without touching him, tasting him, pulling him hard against him. "Last time wasn't so bad."

"Last time you slipped and hit your head off the sink," Kurt reminded him, unlatching his mouth from Blaine's. "What part of that 'wasn't so bad'?"

"Mm," Blaine smiled, pushing his thigh between Kurt's legs. "The part where we—"

Kurt's voice came out in a gaspy whisper. "Bedroom. Now."

"Hmm, for someone who didn't want me, you're sure into this," Blaine said into Kurt's ear breathlessly, as he pushed in and out of him in a steady rhythm.

"Never—ungh—never said I d-didn't want you," Kurt panted beneath him, his fingers gripping the material under them. "God, we're going to be s-so late and you know Rachel's g-going to walk in h-here again a-and—"

Blaine silenced Kurt with a sloppy kiss and after a couple more thrusts he was coming. He caught Kurt's erection with his hand and it only took a few strokes before he was coming, too. Kurt twisted himself back around, so that he was facing Blaine and they kissed for a long time. After a while, Kurt pulled away and gave him a less than amused look.

"We're going to be so late," he said again.

"Oh, hush," Blaine smiled, as he eased himself up off of his boyfriend. "You love me."

"That's the only reason you get away with these things," Kurt smiled, sitting up.

Blaine removed the condom (which Kurt had insisted he wear, because he refused to shower for a second time, especially when they were already behind on time) and flung it in the bin, before opening the closet to grab his clothes. Kurt came up behind him and pushed him gently out of the way. Blaine gave him a quizzical look.

"Since you're the one that made us late, I get the bathroom first," Kurt told him.

"Hey, I'm not the one that fingered you as a wake up call," Blaine reminded him. Kurt smiled, then reached inside the closet, grabbed a few items of clothing and walked towards the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and Blaine chuckled, then went and stood outside the bathroom. He tapped lightly on the door.

"Hey, Kurt?"

He heard Kurt mumble an answer inside. "What?"

"I love you."

There was silence for a few heartbeats, then the door opened and Kurt stood there smiling at him. He reached across and pulled Blaine forward for a kiss. Blaine's insides danced and he smiled against his lips.

"I love you, too," Kurt said, when he pulled back.

"Go on," Blaine grinned, grabbing Kurt's hand and giving it a light squeeze, his heart still racing from those three familiar words. "Go get ready, pretty boy. I'll start breakfast."

"Okay," Kurt smiled, eyes dropping. Blaine shuddered. "But, um, put some clothes on first."

Blaine feigned a sigh of disappointment. "If you insist."

"Nervous?" Kurt asked, when Blaine walked into the kitchen fidgeting with his bow tie.

"Only a lot," Blaine replied.

Kurt smiled and went towards him, then reached across to help him fix the bow tie. Blaine dropped his hands and let him do it. "You'll be fine, you know," Kurt assured him, finishing up the tie. "There. Now, let me look at you." He held him by the shoulders at arm's length and studied him. "As gorgeous as ever," he muttered, then pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Blaine gave him an unsteady smile. "I love how you look at me," he told him. "Like you believe in me."

"Well, that's because I do believe in you," Kurt smiled. "Besides, it's your first day of college, it's not like you're going away to war."

Blaine sighed. "I'd rather just stay here and have sex all day."

"But that's what you want to do every day," Kurt pointed out.

"It's tempting, though," Blaine said, slipping his arms around Kurt's waist and pulling him close. "Admit it."

Kurt smiled, rolled his eyes and raised his hands to Blaine's shoulders, because he was creasing his shirt. "I admit it is tempting," he told him. "But we can do that later, right?"

"I'll hold you to that," Blaine smiled, tightening his grip around Kurt's waist.

Kurt gave in then and slipped his arms around Blaine's neck. "Don't be nervous, okay?"

"I'll try," Blaine said and then Kurt was kissing him. Blaine sort of collapsed into him and Kurt smiled against his lips. Blaine slipped a hand lower and Kurt grumbled in protest and then the sound of a door opening and closing filled the air.

Kurt pulled his mouth off Blaine's and dropped his arms. Blaine didn't loosen his grip, only swung his head around to look at the front door.

"I thought you took her key away after the Vase Incident," Blaine said.

"I did," Kurt told him, as he unlatched Blaine's hands from his body. "Rachel, once again, can you knock please?"

"Well, at least you're both fully dressed this time," she smiled. "Unlike the day of the Vase Incident."

The Vase Incident had occurred one afternoon when Kurt and Blaine hadn't made it as far as the bedroom. Rachel had opened the door when they were in a compromising position, and in a rush to cover up, Blaine knocked over a vase, which fell to the floor and smashed into pieces. Needless to say, Kurt was not amused.

"Where's Finn?" Kurt asked, smoothening his clothes down.

"He'll be down in a few," she told him. "Are you excited for your first day at NYU, Blaine?"

Blaine looked a little pale. "Uh, I guess," he said, falling down into an armchair.

"He's nervous," Kurt apprised Rachel, as he sat on the arm of the chair Blaine was in. Blaine grabbed his hand and held it in his lap. Kurt smiled.

"Oh, there's really nothing to be nervous about, Blaine," Rachel told him, placing her hands on her narrow hips. "Besides, Finn will be there. Now, I know he won't be in your class, but he'll be around campus, if you need directions, or if you don't make any friends—"

"Rachel," Kurt said, in a warning tone. "Not helping."

"Well, I was just—"

"Hey," Finn said, walking through the door, which Rachel had left open. "Ready to go?"

Rachel swung around. "I'll just run upstairs and get my things."

She disappeared out of the room and Finn looked across at Kurt and Blaine. He gave them a crooked smile and said, "I'll go help her."

Kurt rolled his eyes at their lack of subtlety, but went and closed the door after Finn anyway. He turned back around to look at Blaine, who was just staring into space, his bright eyes wide, but empty.

"Hey," Kurt said, softly. "You okay?"

Blaine looked up, slowly. "I—yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

"No, you're not." Kurt shook his head and went to stand next to Blaine. He reached down and caught his hand, then pulled him up out of the chair. Blaine groaned a little bit, but Kurt held onto him. "Hey, stop," he said, but Blaine only rolled his eyes and looked the other way. "God, you're so stubborn," Kurt told him.

"I said I'm fi—"

"Yeah, I know what you said, Blaine," Kurt said. "Ignore Rachel. You'll be okay."

"I didn't even—"

"Blaine."

"Alright, alright," he sighed and relaxed a bit. "I'm sorry. I'm just a bit nervous. I'll be okay. I will."

"I know," Kurt gave him a smile. "Text me when you can and I'll call you later, okay?"

"Yeah."

Kurt studied him and he still looked unsure, his lips tight, eyes wide. "What is it?"

"It's just.." Blaine trailed off, sighed, then went on, "What if I'm not cut out for this whole college thing?"

Kurt smiled and gave his hand a squeeze. "Ridiculous. You were a great student."

"Yeah, in high school," Blaine sulked. "What if college just isn't for me?"

"Only one way to find out right?"

Blaine smiled, then, properly. "Yeah, I guess. Come here." He pulled Kurt forward for another kiss and after a while, he moved his head and turned the kiss into a tight hug. It wasn't often that Blaine showed his more vulnerable side. Kurt had seen it before, but nowadays, he was mostly just happy. It reminded Kurt of how he was when they were at school together and how he went through so much hardship and rejection and pain. At times like this, Kurt just wanted to hold onto him and let him know it was okay.

Kurt held him there for a long time, then opened his eyes and waited a moment, before saying, "Hey, are you sure you're okay?"

Blaine pulled back a little, but not much and he looked up into Kurt's blue eyes. "Yeah," he assured him. "I just.. I love you, that's all."

Kurt eyed him for a few seconds, then nodded. "Yeah, I love you, too," he told Blaine. He placed another small kiss to Blaine's lips, then pulled away. "Come on, babe," he said, giving Blaine a gentle shove towards the door. "Finn's waiting."

"You'll call me, right?" Blaine asked, as Kurt locked up.

"You know I will."

They got inside the elevator and Blaine kept a tight grip on his hand all the way down. They reached the ground floor and stepped out. Finn and Rachel were standing by the door. Rachel seemed to be talking at him and Finn was just listening, looking confused.

"Okay," Blaine said, sounding a little breathless. "I had better go."

"You'd better," Kurt said, giving him a smile.

Blaine gave Kurt's hand a final squeeze. "Love you."

"Love you, too," Kurt told him and then Blaine let go and they walked towards Finn and Rachel.

Finn said something to Blaine, who laughed, then they began walking down the street. Kurt and Rachel watched them go.

"It's a strange thing to think about," Rachel said.

"What is?"

"Blaine Anderson."

"What about him?"

"I mean," Rachel told him. "That it's strange to think of how he was when we were at school."

"He had a lot going on back then," Kurt told her. "He's just nervous, Rachel. Give the kid a break."

"I didn't think Blaine Anderson was afraid of anything."

"We're all afraid of something," Kurt told her. "Even if we don't always like to admit it."

Blaine sat nervously in the back row by himself before orientation started. Despite what Kurt had said about being late, he was early and it seemed as if everyone that was there already knew each other, even though that wasn't possible. He sat there, playing with his phone, because at least if he did that, people would think he was busy texting someone and assume that this was the reason he wasn't mixing. It was strange, all his life he had been the most popular kid at school, he'd had numerous friends and got along with people easily. Now, he felt nervous and insociable.

"Anderson."

Blaine looked up quickly and saw a familiar figure coming towards him.

"Santana?" he said, incredulously."What are you..?"

"Believe it or not, I got into college, dwarf," she grinned, sitting down next to him. He couldn't remember ever seeing her out of her Cheerios uniform. It felt unfamiliar and strange, but it was a relief to see a familiar face, at least. "Dropped out of OSU half way through the first semester, got a part time job at Breadstix—which was freakin' amazing, by the way, because I just spent most of the time eating bread sticks, seriously. So, now I'm here." She held her arms out to prove her point. "Music course?" she enquired. Blaine gave her a slow nod. "Awesome, looks like we're classmates," she sat back and folded her arms, her eyes panning the room. She made a sound that resembled a snort as she studied the other students. "They all look like asses. I'll let you hang with me, Anderson."

Blaine smiled. "Oh, wow," he said. "What an honour."

Santana ignored that. "You still screwing Hummel?"

"We've got an apartment together, actually." Santana gave him a look, one eyebrow cocked. "What?" he asked, clueless.

Santana rolled her dark eyes and shook her head, her arms still folded across her chest. Her face was a mask of disapproval. Blaine just stared at her, quizzically. "So, let me get this straight," she said, flicking her long, straight, dark hair over her shoulder. "One minute, you've got Little Miss Perfect Fabray on your arm and the next you're shacking up with a gay Care Bear?"

Blaine ignored that remark and spoke calmly, "The thing with Quinn was a mistake," he told her. "Kurt and I are perfectly happy together."

Santana scrunched up her nose and rolled her eyes yet again. "Whatever, Anderson."

"So, where are you living?"

"Oh, I'm staying on campus," she told him. "You should meet my room mate. She's a real doll," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"That bad?"

"Worse," she told him. "I'm probably going to wind up strangling her before the year is out. The bitch is a bigger bitch than I am, which is saying something. She leaves her crap lying around the floor and she's on the phone, like, all the time. She acts like she's better than me and if she steals my food one more freakin' time, I will cut her."

Blaine couldn't help chuckling. It was sort of nice to have Santana here, it calmed his nerves, even if they'd never really been friends before. Blaine was about to ask her where Brittany and the others had ended up, but a man in a suit walked in smiling and people sat down, quietly. He heard Santana sighing next to him. He looked down at his phone one more time.

1 NEW MESSAGE FROM: KURT.

Good luck, not that you'll need it. Let me know how it goes. I love you.

Blaine smiled and shoved his phone in his pocket. He remembered Kurt telling him once that things often weren't as bad as they were perceived to be. Maybe he was right.

"Our Monday schedule is amazing," Rachel said, as they rode the elevator up to their apartments later that day. "Seriously, that gives us so much time to—Kurt? Are you even listening to me?"

"Hmm?" Kurt said, rooting through his bag for his phone.

Rachel sighed. "It's in your pocket," she told him. "You've only had it glued to your hip all day long. He's fine. What could possibly happen to him?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. Rachel just didn't understand. "I know he's fine, Rachel," he told her. "But that doesn't mean I can't ask how he's getting on."

Kurt felt the need to look out for Blaine, because he was the closest thing to family that Blaine had any more. He hadn't heard from his parents since before he had left Ohio and he didn't talk about them much, not unless Kurt asked and even at that, he would change the subject. Sometimes, Blaine was insecure, needed reassurance and Kurt would be there to give him that. Explaining that to Rachel would be like trying to teach a cat to bark.

"Okay," she said, tiredly, as the elevator came to a stop on Kurt's floor. "I'll see you later."

He gave her a wave and walked out. The doors closed behind him and he walked down the hall until he reached the door. He unlocked it and went inside, threw his bag off to the side and dialled Blaine's number. After a couple of rings, he picked up.

"Hey," Blaine answered and Kurt smiled at the sound of his voice.

"Hi," Kurt said, sitting down on the couch and unlacing one of his boots with one hand. "How's your day?"

Kurt heard shuffling, then silence, then Blaine's voice, louder this time, "Fine, yours?"

"Good," Kurt told him, kicking off one boot. "Just got home. Mondays are short days this semester."

"Cool," Blaine said and Kurt could hear him smiling. "I'm about to head home. Need anything?"

"Just you," Kurt told him.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Blaine chuckled. "Fifteen minutes. Love you."

Kurt heard another voice and then Blaine's again, a little muffled this time. "Oh, shut up," he said. "That was Santana, by the way," he told Kurt.

"Santana?" Kurt said, surprised. "As in Santana Lopez? From glee club?"

"The very same," Blaine confirmed. "I'll tell you about it later."

Blaine slid his phone back in his pocket, a smile on his face. Santana groaned next to him. He ignored her and continued towards the door. She followed him and they slowed a little as they waited for the crowds to move.

"Holy crap," Santana said. "What are they doing up there? I'm freaking starving."

Blaine tried to see over the crowds, but he wasn't tall enough. He tilted his head to try see around them, but that was no use, either. What he did notice, however, was a guy staring in their direction.

"Hey, Santana," Blaine smiled. "I think someone likes you."

"Where?"

"Guy in the blue and green striped shirt. Over by the trash can."

Santana wasn't subtle, she leaned forward for a better look. "Who, Steve from Blue's Clues?" she asked. Blaine spluttered with laughter. "Even if I was into guys, he wouldn't stand a chance." Blaine turned to look at her. She rolled her eyes for what had to be the two hundredth time that day. "Yeah, I'm as gay as you are, Anderson. Deal with it. Now close your mouth, you're catching flies."

"Okay," Blaine said, shrugging slightly. He'd had no idea Santana was a lesbian. She looked a little uncomfortable with the topic, even though she was pretending she was fine with it, so he opened his mouth to change the subject, but Santana got there first.

"Anyway, I hate to break it to you, twink," she began. "But Blue's Clues isn't staring at me, he's staring at you."

"Did you know Santana is a lesbian?" Blaine asked Kurt that night, while they were curled up together in bed, watching infomercials, because there was nothing else on.

Kurt tilted his chin to look up at Blaine. "Seriously?" The last Kurt had heard, Santana had slept with almost every guy at school. Blaine nodded and stroked Kurt's hair back from his forehead. "Did she actually tell you this?" Kurt enquired.

"Well," Blaine began, still stroking Kurt's hair. "There was this guy staring across the room and I told her I thought he liked her, but she figured he was actually staring at me. Anyway, she said that he wouldn't stand a chance with her even if she was into guys. Then she said she was as gay as I am."

"Oh."

"I just wasn't expecting it, that's all."

"Can we rewind to this guy who was staring at you?" Kurt asked, switching the TV off with the remote. Blaine stopped stroking his hair and looked down at him, one eyebrow raised.

"He wasn't even staring at me and even if he was, I'm obviously not interested in anyone but you."

"Why obviously?"

"Because," Blaine said, flipping himself over until he was on top of Kurt. "I love you and because you make me happy and because you've always been there for me and because—"

"But if we were to just put all that aside for a minute—"

"How can we put all that aside?" Blaine asked, leaning back a bit, his face falling.

Kurt shook his head. "I don't mean put it aside," he said, tugging Blaine back down on top of him, but Blaine didn't look at ease. "I just meant that you've never known any different, you know? I mean, not counting the girls, you've only ever been with me. Aren't you curious about what it might be like to be with another guy?"

Blaine blinked down at him a couple of times. "No," he said. "Are you?"

"Of course not," Kurt assured him. "But I've already sort-of been with another guy."

"So, why can't I just be happy with you?"

"I didn't say you couldn't," Kurt told him.

"Okay."

"Okay."

They were silent for a few seconds. They just stared back at one another and then Blaine spoke, "Okay, this is weird."

"Kind of."

"We can talk about it if you want?" Blaine made it a question. Kurt shook his head. "Okay," Blaine said. "Honestly, you're the only one I want, okay?"

"Alright," Kurt nodded. "You're the only one I want, too."

"Good," Blaine grinned, then pressed a kiss to Kurt's lips. "Now stop worrying."

"I wasn't worrying."

"You sure?"

"Mm hmm," Kurt smiled up at him.

Blaine moved onto his side and pulled Kurt closer to him. He slipped his arms around him and placed a kiss to the back of his head. He pushed Kurt's t-shirt down where it had slid up and snuggled in closer to him.

"Night," Kurt whispered.

"Night, baby," Blaine said, into the side of his neck.

Kurt twisted himself around then until he was facing Blaine, then he moved forward and closed the space between them. Blaine smiled and closed his eyes. Kurt was all he could ever want and need.

"I am going to kill her!"

Blaine looked up and saw Santana coming towards him. He was sitting at a table by himself in the large hall that people were supposed to use to study, but most people just sat around talking. Santana looked furious as she pushed a guy out of the way, then pulled out a chair and sat down facing Blaine.

"What's up?" he asked.

"My frickin' room mate is a slut, that's what's up, Anderson," Santana told him, angrily. "I swear, every morning there is a half naked guy in our kitchen, not to mention the fact that it's a different guy every fucking morning. I mean, you probably wouldn't have any problem with having to stare at some guy's junk while eating your cornflakes, but I don't need to see that. Plus she drinks the milk straight out of the carton."

Blaine ignored that crack and said, "Why don't you just talk to her?"

Santana spluttered. "Oh, I've talked to her, Anderson," she told him. "I've told her to stop being such a slut. I've told her to stop drinking from the milk carton, because I don't want herpes with my cereal. I've told her I will ends her if she touches my shit again."

Blaine smiled. "Not exactly the kind of conversation I had in mind, but—"

"Oh, crap," Santana said over Blaine. "It's Steve from Blue's Clues and he's heading our way."

Blaine didn't turn around. That guy that Santana referred to as Steve from Blue's Clues had been smiling at Blaine in the hallways and winking at him during lectures. He hadn't told Kurt because it was nothing. So a guy had a little crush on him? He could handle it. Sure, it was new and made him both intrigued and uncomfortable, but it was nothing important, nothing he needed to worry Kurt about.

Santana rolled her eyes and sighed tiredly as Blaine looked up into a set of pearly white teeth.

"Sebastian Smythe," Steve from Blue's Clues said, outstretching one arm. He had lightish brown hair and green eyes. He wasn't wearing his Blue's Clues shirt today, which was probably a good thing, because Santana would have made a crack about it.

"Blaine Anderson." Blaine took his hand and shook it, then let go. "And this is Santana," he told Sebastian, gesturing across the table.

Santana looked bored as she raised her eyes to meet him. Her mouth was set in a thin line, her arms folded on the table in front of her. Sebastian only glanced at her, before taking a seat next to Blaine. A few moments of silence passed, Santana glaring at Sebastian, Sebastian smiling. Blaine simply sat there, waiting for something to happen.

"Can I ask you two a question?" Sebastian asked, then. Blaine gave him a shrug. Santana didn't budge. "Are you guys dating?"

Blaine scoffed and Santana shot him a less then amused glare. "You could do—and have done—a lot worse than me, Anderson," she told him, before looking at Sebastian. "No," she told him. "We're both as gay as you are, Blue's Clues."

Blaine gave Santana a look, because she didn't know Sebastian was gay for sure. However, before Blaine could say anything, Sebastian spoke, "Is it that obvious?"

"From the way you've been eye-fucking Blaine here? Yes, it's blatantly obvious."

"Santana," Blaine said in a warning tone.

"I'd like to do more than eye fuck you, actually," Sebastian told him, turning to face him. He leaned on one elbow, ignoring Santana's presence entirely.

Blaine chuckled nervously. "I'm spoken for, actually," he told Sebastian. Blaine liked telling people he had a boyfriend. He didn't get the opportunity to do it often, but when he did, he couldn't help smiling like an idiot.

"It could be our little secret," Sebastian smirked, one eyebrow tilted upwards.

Blaine twisted his face a little and tried to protest, but Santana spoke over him.

"Listen, asshole," she said. "Maybe you're the type who has no morals, or respect for yourself, or whatever the fuck you want to call it, but not everyone is like that and if Blainers here says he's spoken for, then he's fucking spoken for. So. Back. Off."

"I could have handled that," Blaine told Santana once Sebastian had excused himself.

"Then why didn't you?"

Blaine sighed. Sebastian was a little forward, a little full of himself, but he was harmless as far as Blaine could tell.

"He'll get over me," Blaine shrugged it off. "Now, I've got to go. I've got stuff to do."

"Stuff," Santana repeated. "What sort of stuff? Illegal stuff?"

Blaine grinned and packed his books away. "No," he told her. "It's been two years since Kurt and I first met. Today is our sort-of-anniversary."

Santana made a gagging sound. "You are sickeningly romantic, you know that, don't you?" Blaine shrugged. "Anyways, what's the plan and can I help? Because I do not want to go home to that bitch and—"

"Come on, then," Blaine said, standing up. "We're on a timer."

"Hi."

Kurt turned around and saw a dark haired boy he had never seen before standing in front of him. He was wearing a striped shirt and ordinary jeans. Kurt judged his fashion sense momentarily, before giving him a polite smile.

"Hi, do I know you?" Kurt asked, although he was sure he did not know the boy.

"I'm Colton," he told Kurt, with a smile. "I'm a freshman. I've, um, seen you around—a lot and I was just wondering if maybe—"

"Kurt!"

Colton stopped talking and Kurt turned to look at Rachel, who was rushing towards him, clutching her book bag.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, because Rachel looked alarmed.

"Finn just called and told me he just helped Blaine put out a fire in your kitchen."

Kurt stopped still. "What? Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he's back in our apartment watching a football game—"

"Not Finn!" Kurt exclaimed. "Blaine!"

"Oh," Rachel said. "Oh, yeah, he's fine. Santana is with him, apparently."

"Shit." That was a recipe for disaster.

Kurt ignored the worrisome pangs in his chest, made a grunting sound, then ran off down the hallway, leaving a sighing Rachel and a blushing Colton staring after him.