***
After work the next day, Kurt pulled out his phone, texting,

Friend 911… are you around? –K

Yes. Wanna come over? –I

Kurt felt relieved as he replied,
Yes, yes, yes -K

***

Isabelles midtown apartment was small but a serene oasis of soft blue walls and deep sofas. 

“OK, Kurt. You look like you haven't been sleeping well lately. Spill.” Isabelle passed him a large gin and tonic, taking a big sip out of her's as she settled onto the sofa beside him. 

Kurt nodded. “Yeah. It's my new roommate.”

“I hear you.” Isabelle commiserated. “Is he a slob? Not paying his share of the rent? Loud and annoying?” 

“Um no…..” Kurt sighed. “He makes the coffee in the morning, does the dishes, let's me pick which bad reality TV shows to watch, and even hangs up his towels.”

Isabelle laughed, nudging his shoulder. “And the problem is….?”

Kurt put his hands up over his face. “He's gorgeous and I've had a constant boner for the last two months.” 

Isabelle's laughter had Kurt dropping his hands. 

“Seriously, Isabelle! It's starting to interfere with my life! I'm ‘master of my domain', as they say, more often than most 13 year old boys.” 

Isabelle's laughter settled to an occasional chuckle. “So, why aren't you with him? Is he attached? Straight?” 

Kurt sighed. “Because he was my boyfriend ten years ago.” 

Her eyes widened, and Isabelle nodded in understanding. “His name is Blaine, right?” 

Nodding, Kurt took another sip of his drink, and looked at Isabelle; so glad she knew his history from back then. Knew what a mess he was after the break-up. Helped him put the pieces back together. Encouraged him to move along and date Adam. 

Kurt sighed. “When we ran into each other, and he asked if he could live in my place while he's in town, I only felt happy to see him, and I really, truly thought we could just be friends.” 

“Does he know that you….” Isabelle waved a hand towards Kurt's pants, smirking slightly.

“Well, there's been plenty of lingering looks on both sides, but then he kissed me, and I've been avoiding him like crazy since.” Kurt didn't feel proud of his actions.

“You mentioned that he's only in town for a little while. Can't you just treat this like a wild sex vacation? Have a bit of a fling? Let loose a little?” Isabelle winked at Kurt. She was still as stylish as ever, and never lacked for romantic attention. 

Kurt grinned back at her.  Saucy minx. “It is sooooo tempting. I can't tell you, Isabelle. His body is even better than it was back then, and he wears his hair curly now… I'm dying to dig my fingers into it.”

“But…” 

“Not sure if I'm really the fling type, Isabelle.” Kurt laughed. 

Isabelle gave him a cute, sideways glance. “Have you ever tried? They can be awfully fun. Take a lover, live out all those dirty, naughty fantasies you've had. Sometimes you can be more free with a lover than a serious boyfriend.” 

Kurt was a bit scandalized, but secretly thrilled at the idea as well. “But doesn't it get a bit complicated?” 

“Well, you have to be adults about it. Both know what you are getting into right from the start.” Isabelle sipped on her drink. “But seriously, Kurt, don't do this unless you think you can both handle it. I don't want you to get hurt.”

Nodding his head, Kurt gazed into his glass at the melting ice cubes. 

Isabelle put her hand over his. “Of course, you also have the options of jumping into a relationship with him, or trying to keep your distance from him. I'm here for you, Kurt, no matter what you decide to do.” 

Leaning over, Kurt gave her a long, tight hug. God, he loved her so much.

Over several more G&T's, they dished over her latest romance and all the fashion gossip. He ended up staggering home in the wee hours of the morning, trying to be quiet as he entered.

***

The next day, Kurt was walking down the hallway to his apartment, and even through the solid wood door, he could hear laughter. A lot of laughter. Trying the door handle, it opened easily.

Pausing in the doorway, Kurt listened, wanting to know what was going on before his presence was evident.

“But Iron Man is extremely wealthy…. Have you considered that?” Kurt could recognize Blaine's voice anywhere, warm and laughing. 

But Kurt was surprised at the voice that answered the question. “Yes, but Thor is a God. 6'4 and so gorgeous…” Yes, that was definitely Taylor's voice. Taylor sounding happy, flirtatious, and a little drunk. 

Kurt set down his bag and slipped off his Doc Martens. He wandered towards them, taking in the scene. Glasses of red wine, an almost empty bottle, and Blaine looking extremely fuckable in red jeans and a black polo shirt.  Sheesh… does he ply every man with wine and FMK?  Kurt admitted to himself that it felt like Blaine had betrayed ‘their thing'. 

But to Blaine and Taylor, he put on a neutral face. “Who's the other person in the trio?” 

Blaine jumped out of his seat, giving Kurt a quick hug hello. Yup, he was definitely feeling the effects of a couple glasses of wine. It always made Blaine even friendlier and less inhibited. 

He sat down, looking absurdly pleased with himself. “Cap'n America.”

Taylor was shaking his head, looking defeated. “I can't decide, man. They are all so pretty and sexy. How about I have them on rotation? Or a sexy polyamorous foursome?” 

Blaine held out the wine bottle towards Kurt with questioning eyes. Kurt shook his head, and Blaine emptied the remainder in his glass. “Come on, Taylor. Decide already. It's almost time for us to go to the show.” 

Show? Kurt thought, arching an eyebrow. Moving away from the table, he went to get a glass of the kale blend. He stayed in the kitchen, watching Blaine and Taylor interacting from a little distance.  Were they good together? Would they be a good fit?

They certainly had the music background in common, but Kurt wasn't sure about the rest. He could tell Taylor was really attracted to Blaine, his face and body posture giving it away completely. From Blaine, he was only getting a friendly vibe. 

And he felt relieved.  Relieved.

Blaine stood up, shoving his cellphone into a very tight pants pocket. “Come on, Taylor, we can continue this as we walk there.” He turned towards Kurt. “Hey, we're going to check out some live music. A Brazilian. Want to join us?” 

Kurt could see Taylor's horrified expression behind Blaine's back at the idea, and shook his head. “No, you two run along. Be good.” Taylor mouthed ‘Thank you' to Kurt as he scampered to catch up to Blaine.

They had only met a couple days ago, and already they were going out together? Who had called who? Who had suggested it?  Sure, Taylor had mentioned that he was interested in Blaine in the texts with Kurt. So, it was probably Taylor making the plans. But Blaine was the one accepting them.  Wearing tight red pants. 

***

Kurt went into his bedroom, stripping down to his boxer briefs, and hanging up his clothes. On auto-pilot, he went through his skin care routine and brushed his teeth, his thoughts whirling around his head. 

Lying on the bed with the lights out, Kurt sighed. Time to face facts. He was jealous. Full on jealous. It was stupid and irrational, like jealousy always is. 

Kurt rolled onto his side, unable to find a comfortable position on the bed. It was so stupid. He was friends with Blaine, and that's all it could ever be. He'd thought about Isabelle's suggestion of a fling, and as tempting as it was, he knew it would result in being hurt, again, when Blaine had to go. It had taken months to get over Blaine last time, and Kurt didn't want to go there again. 

But it was like he was extra aware of everything Blaine, every sense cranked up, ready to soak it in. The other morning, Blaine had come to the kitchen, fresh from the shower, smelling delicious, and his arm had brushed against Kurt's as he reached for a coffee mug. Kurt had almost jumped at the sparks that ran up his arm from that simple little touch, and he had to turn away, carrying his coffee with him, right back to the bedroom. Even though he'd jerked off in the shower earlier, being close to Blaine had made him hard. Again. 

His mind went back to Isabelle's suggestion. To just go for it, and touch Blaine. To push his hand right into those tempting curls, and hold his face still while giving him a deep, hard kiss. Seeing if he kissed as well as he used to. See if his tongue would still slide against Kurt's until he couldn't help but moan. Straddling Blaine's hips, pinning him to the bed and peeling his tight little t-shirt off, and diving to kiss and bite down his chest, like he'd been craving to do since that first hug in the meeting room. He smelled so irresistible. 

Roommates who fuck. Friends who fuck. Ex-boyfriends who fuck.

Kurt groaned, running his hand over his hard cock. He grabbed the lube from the bedside drawer, slicking it over his fingers and coating his erection with it. Picturing Blaine naked in this bed, ready for Kurt to touch and kiss everywhere, taking his time. Ah, to really explore that body. The images popped into his mind easily, as his strokes sped up and he shuddered in pleasure. 

****

Kurt groaned at the path his thoughts had been galloping, once his breathing was back to normal. Time for a little distance. Some perspective. They were only friends. Blaine was dating Taylor now. 

Grabbing his phone from the bedside table, he scrolled until he found the information he needed. Perfect.

Hey! Would you like to check out a new designer with me Friday night? I think his stuff will be great for you. – K

Sure. You mean the fashion show with the emerging designers, right? – E

Yup. Come over here first and we'll have a couple drinks before heading out. – K

****

“Ryan Reynolds, Ryan Gosling or Jake Ryan? Who the fuck is Jake Ryan?”

Kurt widened his eyes in mock horror. “Are you shittin' me, E? You really, honestly don't know?”

Elliott was sipping on his wine, still working on his first when Kurt was finishing off his second. He shook his head. “It's totally a blank for me. So I guess he's the dead one in this scenario then.”

“Jake Ryan, the guy from Sixteen Candles? One of the best John Hughes movies ever???” Kurt poured another glass of wine. 

“Oh, he's a character then, not an actor. What's the actor's name, or what else was he in to make such a big impact on you?” 

Kurt's brain was not running as efficiently as normal thanks to the wine. “Michael S-something. It's long and hard to pronounce.”

“Thanks, that's really a big help, Kurt.” Elliott smiled at his drunk friend. 

Elliott really has an amazing smile, Kurt thought fuzzily. “Oh wait!! He was also in that Cher movie with the two little girls….. Mermaids! Did you see that one?”

Elliott scrunched up his face, tilting it to the side like he was really thinking hard. “Still have no fucking clue, bud. So, is he a default death or do you want to switch him out for that Ryan guy who is in Paper Moon?”

“Really? You pull out an obscure flick like Paper Moon, but don't know classic Molly Ringwald or Cher movies?” Kurt sighed dramatically.

Grabbing Kurt's glass before he spilled it, Elliott laughed. “That's enough of that for you, my dear. Besides, we better get going.” He stood up, and Kurt looked over Elliott. He was in full rock star mode, the black eyeliner, hair spikey, black leather pants and an angular black jacket. He looked amazing, as always. 

Kurt knew there would be cameras all over this event, and had dressed to hold his own beside Elliott's awesomeness. Black dress shirt with a silver patterned vest, black skinny jeans, boots. The silver seemed to make his eyes more blue, and he knew Elliott had noticed. At least somebody was paying attention. 

Smiling, Kurt got up. “OK, Elliott. Let's get out of here.” 

***

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A/N: First off, thanks again for the reads, and awesome comments. I love you! 

***Michael Schoeffling plays Jake Ryan in Sixteen Candles and hes adorable in Mermaids also.

*** Id love to hear your answers to the FMK again.  So, Thor, Iron Man and Captain America?  Ryan Gosling, Jake Ryan and Ryan Reynolds?