Blaine *thinking*: No, I'm not.

Besides, even if I do, he won't return the feelings....

I don't blame him, I was being a total douche..

But I just can't, he's just like the others...

But I'll never know unless I try...

No. I can't. I would if I could, but I can't..

Maybe I just love him like a brother...

Yeah that's it. Just gotta keep thinking that.

Kurt: Blaine!

Blaine: Huh? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking... 

Kurt: Santana's coming..

Blaine's eyes widen and he quickly slapped Kurt's shopping bag out of his hand.

Blaine: Oh look what the losers dragged in.. Their king.

Santana: Don't talk to him like that, or I will go all Lima Heights on your ass!!

Blaine: Oh and here's their queen.

Santana: I. Am-

Blaine cut her off.

Blaine: I don't really care. Anyway, I have better things to do then join the loser parade. Bye.

Santana: I am going to rip off his arms, feed it to him, then rip off his legs, cut his head off with them, and send it to his family.

Kurt had never seen or heard Santana this mad. He literally saw smoke coming out of her ears. Thought anyway. 

Kurt *thinking*: Shit....

Kurt: I would absolutely love for you to do that, but you'll get arrested, like Puck.

Santana growled.

Kurt put up his hands.

Kurt: Hey, just pointing out the obvious, plus I don't have enough money to bail you out.

Santana was out right bitch-staring at him.

Kurt *thinking*: I am so dead...

Kurt: Well, umm..

Kurt's phone rang. It was a text message from Blaine.

~Pretend that this is from ur dad so u can get away from Satan. Better thank me l8r :P

Kurt:  Oh no...

Santana *coldly*: What?

Kurt: I need to get home, my dad said something's up.

Santana's face soften, but not by much.

Santana: Whatever, see ya Lady Lips.

Kurt *thinking*: She's back.. Least I'm not dead, yet...

Kurt: Bye San.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.

~Kurt's house

Kurt: Thank god that's over, now for some Project Runway.

He went over to the living room and plopped himself on the couch. He reached for the T.V. remote on the coffee table.

~ 45 minutes later

Kurt: No, No, No! That is not even close to the theme!!! That cannot even pass off as avant-garde!

*Ring, riiiiiinnnnggg, ring-ring

Kurt picked up his phone. It was a call from Blaine.

Blaine: So, did you escape from hell?

Kurt chuckled.

Kurt: Yeah. Why did you call? Not trying to be mean or anything, but you could of texted me instead...

Blaine *thinking*: Because I had to hear your beautiful voice....

Blaine shook the thought out of his head. 

Blaine: I wanted to ask if I can come over, to your place.

Kurt *thinking*: He wants to come over?? Willing?

Kurt: Umm... suree...

Blaine: It's fine if you don't want me to come over.

Blaine sensed the uneasiness in Kurt's voice.

Kurt: It's just that I'm watching Project Runway right now and I didn't think that you would like it..

Blaine: Kurt...

Kurt: Yes?

Blaine: You do know that I live in Westerville, right?

Kurt: Yeahh, so?

Blaine: That's about an hour or two depending on traffic, wouldn't the show be done by then?

Kurt: Oh yeah. Sometimes I wonder what goes inside my brain.

Blaine chuckled.

Blaine: Nothing.

Kurt: What?

Blaine: You don't have a brain, so there's nothing going up there, trust me.

Kurt gasped.

Kurt: You. Are. So. Mean.

Blaine laughed.

Blaine: I guess I should rephrase that. What I meant was, you have a brain problem.

Kurt: What?

Blaine: Your left side of the brain has nothing right in it, and your right brain has nothing left in it!

Kurt: Hey!

They both laughed. 

Kurt & Blaine: We just met, and we're acting like best friends. 

Blaine *thinking*: It's good to have a friend, for once.... Well beside, the Warblers, well some of them..

Kurt *thinking*: It's good to have a friend that I can relate too. Being the only gay guy in all of Lima was hard, but at least I know that there's more in Ohio. 

Both boys stared at each other with a smile.

They were finally happy with their lives. 

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

It's been a few hours since Blaine has been over. They had so much fun. Kurt found out that Blaine has a Harry Potter obsession, loves redvines, and more. Blaine found out that Kurt loves fashion(although he already had an idea), coffee(not-fat mocha with extra foam to be exact), and more. They were really getting to know one another.

Kurt: Do you want to spend the night?

Blaine *sarcastically*: Sure, I'm lonely back at Dalton, I would rather spend my whole life here then to be at a place that has all of my friends. 

Kurt blushed at the "spend my whole life here" part, even though he knew that Blaine was being sarcastic. 

Blaine saw him blush, but decided to shrug it off.

Blaine *thinking*: He has an adorable blush. Stop thinking about him!

Kurt: But seriously do you want to spend the night?

Blaine: If that's what takes you to shut up, then sure.

Kurt whacked Blaine in the head.

 Blaine: Ow, that soooooo did NOT hurt.

Kurt whacked him again.

Blaine: Okay, okay. Jeez, get a sense of humor.

Kurt was about to whack him again but Blaine whacked him back before he had the chance.

Kurt: OW! That actually hurted, a lot.

Kurt rubbed the spot that Blaine had hit.

Blaine: Sorry, I'll get you ice.

Kurt nodded.

Blaine came back with an ice pack and ice cream.

Kurt: Thank-you. Is that my-

Blaine: Yes, and it's the last one.

Kurt gasped.

Kurt: What? Give that back!

Blaine licked the whole Popsicle.

Blaine: Want it now?

Kurt wrinkled his nose.

Kurt: You are disgusting.

Blaine: Thank-you.

Kurt was about to shoot another insult at him when the front door opened.

Kurt: Dad!

He ran up to give his dad a hug.

Burt: Hey there kiddo. Who's he?

Kurt: Oh, this is Blaine. Blaine meet my dad.

Blaine shook Burt's hand.

Blaine: Pleasure to meet you.

Kurt was in shock, he had never heard Blaine that nice. Like ever!

Burt: Same here. So is he your-

Kurt blushed, no blush wasn't the word. It looked like someone painted his face red, then shoved it in red dye.

Blaine: No, he and I are just friends. Although you have one fine son here.

Kurt blush even more, if that's even possible.

Kurt: I was wondering if Blaine could spend the night.

Burt: I don't see why not.

Kurt: Great! I'll just set up a place for him on the sofa and-

Burt: He can sleep in your room.

Kurt: What-

Blaine: Thank-you sir.

Burt: Please, call me Burt.

Blaine smiled.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.

Kurt: Do you want to tell me what that was about?

Blaine: If I'm gonna spend the night here, I'm gonna sleep on the bed. I could of stayed at Dalton for that couch.

Kurt: No, I know that, but sir? Pleasure to meet you? 

Blaine: It's called being polite, you should try it some time.

Kurt: But you're the exact opposite of polite!

Blaine: He doesn't have to know that.

Kurt sighed and shook his head.

Kurt: Some times, just some times.

Blaine chuckled. 

Blaine: Yes, some times you're an idiot. Wait, that's all the time.

Kurt narrowed his eyes at him.

Kurt: Fuck you.

Blaine*jokingly*: When? ;]

Kurt: Asshole.

Blaine*jokingly*: I said when, not where.

Kurt rubbed his temples.

Kurt: Remind me why did I let you stay here?

Blaine: You say that, but you know you love me!

Kurt blush at the word "love". He chuckled.

Kurt: You wish.

Blaine faked-gasped, he clutched his heart.

Blaine: I'm wounded. How could you say that? I think I'm going to die.

He buried his face in the pillow and pretended to cry.

Kurt: And I thought I was a drama queen

Blaine stuck his tongue out at Kurt.

Kurt: How do you have friends? You act like a 7 year-old.

Blaine: Least I don't act like a 40-year old. You're uptight.

Kurt gasped.

Kurt: Am not! I can be fun! And funny!

Blaine: Funny-looking.

Kurt: Really? Couldn't think of anything else?

Blaine: Fine. You look like your face caught on fire and someone tried to put it out with a fork. Satisfied?

Kurt shoved him, not too hard, but hard enough.

Blaine: Woah Hummel! When did you get stro-not weak?

Kurt smirked.

Kurt: Very funny. I used to be on the football team and-

Blaine: Woah, woah woah- hold it. What did you say?

Kurt: Football team? 

Blaine: You? YOU? On a football team? Were you the waterboy or something?

Kurt: No, I was the kicker.

Blaine: Did they lose that season?

Kurt chuckled.

Kurt: No, they won. Because of ME! I score the winning touchdown.

Blaine looked horrified.

Kurt: What?

Blaine: I never thought that you would cheat..

Kurt shoved Blaine again.

Kurt: Hey! Have a little faith in me. I won mostly because I was dancing to "Single Ladies", but a win is a win!

Blaine: Ohh, that explains it. I knew you couldn't be that good.

Kurt shoved him again. Blaine shoved him back.

Blaine: Enough of the shoving!

Kurt: Enough of the insults!

Blaine: You do realize that we sound like kids, right?

Kurt remained silent.

Blaine: Embarrassed, Beyonce?

Kurt's face flustered.

Kurt: You don't have to be so mean.

Blaine: Sorry... I just didn't think that football or sports or things that involved physical activity-

Kurt shot him a glare.

Blaine: Okay, let me rephrase that. I just didn't think that sports were your thing. But you must be great at it, since you're perfect at everything at else.

Kurt's face soften.

Blaine *thinking*: Did I just say that out loud?

Kurt *softly*: You think I'm perfect?

Blaine coughed.

Blaine: Umm... What I meant was your great at dancing and singing and stuff so that makes sense that you're good at football, most football players take ballet...

Blaine trailed off.

Kurt: But you never heard me sing, or seen me dance.

Blaine *thinking*: God, he sounds like an angel. Why can't it stop? I don't like him that way, it will NEVER happen!

Blaine: Well I just assume since you're in Glee club and yeahh..

Kurt: Oh.. Well I'm gonna get ready for bed.

Blaine: Gonna take a shower?

Kurt: M'hmm

Blaine: Okay, I'll wait for you to be done then I'll go.

Kurt: Okay.

~15 minutes later

Kurt: Shit! I forgot my shirt! 

Blaine: Everything all right in there?

Kurt: Umm.. yes, everything's peachy!

Blaine: Okay then.

Blaine *mumbling*: And I thought he was weird before.

Kurt put on his bottom flannel pajamas and opened the door to get his shirt. He was blushing the whole time. Luckily, Blaine wasn't paying attention. At first. He looked away from the T.V. thinking that Kurt was done and saw Kurt. Shirtless.

Blaine: What the???

Kurt blushed even more. He grabbed the shirt and ran inside the bathroom, leaving Blaine in...pleasure.

Blaine *thinking*: Sweet mother of Jesus, He was so... so.. so beautiful. And those abs..... But there was something else... I swear I saw a scar... I'll ask about it later.. 

A picture of Kurt shirtless stayed in Blaine's mind for awhile.

Blaine *thinking*: Everything was perfect. Especially him... Wait, Does this mean, I-I-I like hi-him? 

Kurt came back (with his hair done) and interrupted Blaine's thoughts.

Kurt *mumbling*: You can shower now.

He dug his face in a Vogue magazine, clearly still embarrassed.

Blaine just nodded. This was going to be an interesting night.