Chapter Two

Despite Kurt being slightly subdued from his pain medication, he was delighted to discover Blaine was extremely splendid company. So much that it didn't escape him how well they were hitting it off and the natural place they were falling into in consequence. It was like they were life long friends, not new acquaintances who had met that same day. What had happened next was Kurt bringing Blaine home to hang out, as he had put it. Leading to them relaxing in Kurt's bedroom, with Kurt propped up on his bed, (his room still help his bed and other furniture, so he'd have somewhere to stay for his visits home.) with Blaine arranging far too many pillows behind him, swaddled up in his top blanket. "Blaine, I can't move..." he pointed out and showed that Kurt Hummel was not amused.

Blaine turned to look at Kurt, from his spot on the bench of Kurt's vanity and smirked at him. "Are you doubting my nursing skills?"

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine, it was very hard to remember they weren't best friends, the meds might be an excuse but Kurt doubted it. But no matter how much chemistry they had, Kurt wasn't about to be coddled, not by anyone, even someone as alluring as Blaine Anderson. "Need I point out that, what if my dad were to come home and find me wrapped up like this? In my room with a guy he's never met or even heard of that looks suspiciously all disheveled..." Kurt began to point out.

Blaine's cheeky grin turned into a look of horror in realization and he turned to look at himself in the mirror. His attempts to tame his curly hair without the aid of hair gel had been useless, combined with his ripped jeans and wrinkled shirt, as Kurt had described it earlier, his normal charisma was nowhere to be found. "Oh crap, you're right! Sorry!" Blaine shouted as he shot up and scurried over to Kurt. Quickly releasing him from his blanket prison, making sure to be mindful of his left arm.

Kurt muttered his thanks and stretched his neck, he had been starting to feel stiff in the position he had been trapped in. "You're forgiven," Kurt chimed.

Blaine made himself calm down because worrying over his physical appearance was pointless now. Instead he flopped down on the bed beside Kurt and tried to think of something to say. "So since we're wanting to get to know each other better. Let's start the whole process, who should go first?" Blaine asked.

"Go right ahead," Kurt offered for him.

Blaine grinned, happy to take up the challenge. "Hmm alright but I dunno if it's all that interesting... where to begin. Oh, well as I said I'm a senior at Dalton, that's a private all boys school in Westerville. Very classy and expensive place..." Blaine began to tell Kurt.

"So, school uniforms!" Kurt interrupted with excitement. He then saw Blaine look at him in surprise and he began to blush from his outburst. "Sorry," he muttered. "It's the drugs..." he quickly added.

If Blaine didn't believe the excuse he didn't call Kurt out on it, because all playfulness aside he didn't want to overstep and wreck the ambiance in the room when they were together. Instead he just flashed a quick grin and nodded. "Yes, navy blazer with red piping, grey pants, with a red and navy stripped tie, I'll show it to you sometime soon." Blaine added with a wink. "I'm in the Warblers, which is our school' s glee club, we're... now I'm not trying to brag here but the Warblers are sort of like on-campus rock stars."

Kurt made a long whistle to sound impressed; though it could be taken as playful sarcasm he was sure. "And you're the lead singer to boot?" he asked, remembering Blaine had told him that earlier.

"Yes I am, which I was really surprised about at first. It's great and all but there's a lot of pressure to go with it," Blaine said. He continued to go on and tell Kurt a few stories from the last few years at school, though he wasn't sure how entertaining he was being. Both of them commented on how the Warblers and New Directions had never gone head to head at a competition and what a shame it had been. "It's funny I remember hearing the winners for Nationals were from Ohio, who knew you were a member," Blaine commented.

"I sadly didn't have a solo but still, it was a real head rush. But it's funny the Nationals the year before, were we ended up placing twelfth meant so much more to me. It was the first time I ended up setting foot in New York and I could just feel it beckoning me, it was like... I was suddenly home," Kurt breathed out slowly as he remembers the whole breakfast with Tiffany scene he had with Rachel.

"And you made it there, congrats. I was actually considering applying to NYADA myself for next year..." Blaine admitted.

Kurt felt his heart begin to race, but that almost seemed too good to be true. "Really? Or are you just saying that now... to add some security..." Kurt pressed.

Blaine looked at Kurt and started to panic at the accusation. "What? No! I wouldn't lie to you... to try to sway you..." Blaine sputtered off in defence.

Kurt instantly felt guilty over the very idea of Blaine doing such a thing and he sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm just not used to trusting someone so easily I guess," Kurt said weakly.

"And you're probably tired and as you said, full of pain medication... maybe I should go..."

"Don't do that Blaine! I want you to stay... didn't you offer to look after me?" Kurt reminded him.

Blaine smirked at him as he turned over on his side and looked at Kurt, the small distance between them on the bed being very unnerving, but almost in a good way. He suddenly found it hard not to stare at Kurt's inviting mouth or forget Kurt had told him he'd be fine if they did end up kissing. But then, they were trying to keep things casual with no pressure and Kurt was in no state of mind to make such a big decision. So he kept the right amount of distance between them and tried to get into a safe friend zone, but it wasn't easy. "So what do you want then?" Blaine asked.

"Oh no. Don't ask me that..." Kurt whined.

"What?" Blaine asked in shock.

"What?" Kurt stuttered quickly. Curse this blasted medication, he had almost messed up big time by admitting what he wanted was to make out with Blaine. "I'm a little thirsty... and hungry," Kurt finally admitted, choosing to try to graze over the whole screw up. Luckily for him Blaine had the right mind not to press him further about it.

"I can do that, will I find anything good downstairs or should I go out and get you something?" Blaine asked.

"There's bound to be some left overs in the fridge I'm sure, my step-brother Finn is back living here so Carole has it well stocked up. Just don't bring anything that's for tomorrow's Thanksgiving dinner and you should be fine. Take your phone, I'll call you on mine and be your guide," Kurt suggested.

"That's a good idea, also I'll get your number then," Blaine agreed as he brought out his phone. "And I didn't even have to sing for it."

Even when Blaine was bordering being corny with the last remark, Kurt told Blaine his number anyway. He watched as Blaine put it in his contact list and he stopped before calling.

"Where's your phone?" Blaine asked.

Kurt's eyes widened in panic, they were in his pants pocket and there was no way he was going to let Blaine fish it out for him. Instead of answering he squirmed and used his remaining good arm to retrieve it and eyed Blaine in warning when he stepped forward to help, his stern look keeping him at bay. He brought it finally. "Got it, call away Blaine," he urged.

Blaine just nodded, hit the call button and Kurt answered it straight away. "Hi."

"Hello, isn't this a bit soon to call me?" Kurt teased. If he hadn't been medicated for pain he might have tried to be less playful but there was no such luck. Beside Blaine seemed to encourage it, they were both avoiding it getting weird thankfully, on the contrary, they were loving every minute of their banter. But the pair both made sure not to get too forward in their comments, as no matter how intoxicating the exchange was proving to be, certain boundaries needed to be maintained. Once the initial novelty of their mutual attraction began to wear off, there was risk that all the issues looming over their heads, like Kurt's impending departure from Lima, could ruin the whole dynamic.

"No, I like that you're not beating around the bush. Is this a booty call?" Blaine suddenly asked, throwing any caution he had out of the window.

"I think you'd better head down stairs," Kurt suggested warily. It wasn't fun to always be the voice of reason so far.

"I'm really sorry Kurt, my mouth' s getting away from my brain..." Blaine began to apologize. "And I don't have your convenient excuse either."

"It's okay Blaine, just... let's try not to go there, yet anyway, as fun as it may be. I'm still a teen for another year after all, and well, I never had to worry about stuff like this until now."

"I think it's pretty clear I haven't either. Actually no, I have turned down a bit too eager suitors before and god I realize I might be stooping to their level..." Blaine muttered in horror.

"Oh don't be that dramatic," Kurt teased.

"Anyway I'll make a temporary escape and valiantly go raid your fridge now," Blaine said as he headed out the door, switching their conversation to being over the phone when he started down the stairs. "Now I believe I remember where the kitchen is from when we first arrived. The fridge and the food inside will be the easy part. I'll really just need guidance where the plates, utensils and what-nots are located," Blaine began to explain as he headed toward his destination. Sure enough he found the kitchen easily and opened up the fridge, peering inside. "Hmm let's see, ah this is clearly for tomorrow's big dinner. But what's this? Oh that might work, looks like, um soup or something... feel like soup and a sandwich maybe? With some soothing tea?" Blaine offered.

"If you feel up to it then yes, that sound wonderful," Kurt answered with a yawn.

"Try not to fall asleep in anticipation," Blaine added.

"I'm starting to find this unnerving, how easily we're falling into talking to each other..." Kurt began to admit over the phone.

Blaine, who had already brought out the pot of soup, placed it on the counter and went back in search of bread, just sighed. "Yeah I hear you, or rather I hear us. It's kind of spooky, I certainly have never had such a rapport with anyone else, at least not from the start and not on this level," Blaine agreed. "Maybe we should tone it down a bit, if it's even possible?" he suggested.

"That's probably a good idea, or it could get old real quick and I don't want that to happen... this is new for me too. I mean Rachel and I can get going but it's very different."

"Who's Rachel?" Blaine asked as he tried to fix Kurt's meal up and cradle the phone against his cheek at the same time. Every once in a while he had to stop to put it back into place to keep his balance but he was pulling it off. Blaine even managed to find a plate, though it took him looking through three different cabinets to do so. But he didn't want to interrupt Kurt to ask him where everything was; he wanted to listen to his answer.

"She's my best friend, wow, that's funny to say. It sure didn't start out that way; we were bitter glee club rivals at the start. But our love of Broadway musicals and the longing to go to New York brought us together in the end. She's in NYADA as well and is my roommate there, no dorms for us," Kurt explained.

"How small is your apartment then?" Blaine asked.

"Very spacious actually, but then considering how far we are from the main stream city... That's no surprise. It was pretty rough at first. When we first moved in all we had were cross beams and exposed brick wall. I'm pretty proud at how we'd made it almost homely now over the last three months," Kurt told Blaine.

"You'll have to show me when you get back," Blaine requested. "By show I mean over Skype or something," He quickly added to avoid confusion.

"Sure, that would be fun," Kurt said.

"Alright this is going good so far, just got the kettle boiling. Any requests for what I should put in the sandwich?" Blaine asked.

"What, you're making it yourself?" Kurt laughed.

"Am I not allowed to?"

"No by all means go right ahead, just, make one for yourself too. Injury aside I don't want you doing everything and getting nothing in return," Kurt insisted.

"Fine, I wouldn't want you to have to eat alone." Blaine teased. "Just keep telling me stuff about you, whatever you feel like sharing," Blaine urged.

Kurt, sitting in his bedroom, began to chuckle at the request, it still felt so new and wonderful, to connect to someone on so many levels. Kurt had been forced all through high school and before that to watch all the heterosexual couples kiss and carry on right before his wary eyes, while Kurt was alone, out of the closet but with no one of his own to experience his newfound confidence to refuse to hide his sexuality or who he'd come to love. "I'm not really sure what to tell you... I've never had an audience quite like this. I mean my parents can only do so much when they press me for details. But having someone who can relate to them in addition to sharing much of my interests, yeah that's new," Kurt declared.

"But in a good way, right?" Blaine questioned.

"Of course," Kurt scoffed.

"You know, it's almost like you're back in the Empire State already, us talking on the phone like this," Blaine had to point out.

"Oh wow you're right, it is!" Kurt realized.

"It might give us some hope... but we agreed not to go there so I'll stop that conversation. Instead tell me about NYADA, is seems pretty, competitive, considering how few students they take every year," Blaine suggested.

"That is quite the understatement Blaine. In all honesty, it was very overwhelming at first. There's tons of pressure and the amount of work you have to put out is crazy hard, most nights I come home exhausted, both physically and emotionally. But in the long run, I'm really living the dream, I can tell all this hard work will take me somewhere. Or I hope it will, I know making it anywhere, especially Broadway, will be hard.... but yeah, I'm not giving up, I've gotten this far," Kurt told Blaine.

Blaine nodded, but that just made his phone fall off his face and onto the floor with a thud, Kurt paused as he heard the crash. "Blaine?" he called.

"Sorry I dropped my..." Blaine began but as he looked forward to find where it had fallen, he came face to face with a slightly passed middle aged man, dressed in a vest jacket, plaid shirt and baseball cap whose stunned expression at finding Blaine in the kitchen began to turn into alarm and anger.

"Who the hell are you and why are you in my house?" Burt Hummel demanded.

"I uh..." Blaine stuttered, he was so petrified with fear he couldn't properly answer. Instead he slowly bent down for the phone, relived that Burt didn't come rushing at him.

"Kurt... help," he whispered at the speaker. While he awaited rescue, he knew he needed to say something. "I'm Kurt's sort of friend..."

"Sort of?" Burt asked, his voice showing no patience.

But Kurt didn't need to hear Blaine's plea, he had heard his dad' s very loud demands to Blaine's identity, his response was to come crashing into the kitchen and barely managed to fall onto the floor. "Dad!" Kurt shouted, being out of breath from the sprint down the stairs.

At the sudden appearance of his son Burt began to relax, until he noticed the sling and the tension in his body began to rise once more. "What happened to you?" Burt demanded, looking from Blaine to Kurt in confusion.

"It's not what it looks like..." Kurt began to stutter as he walked over to stand between Blaine and his dad, almost protecting him in a sense, not that he thought Blaine's life was in danger in any way. But by the look on Blaine's face, he had no clue to that fact.

"What does it look like then? Cause I got no clue." Burt muttered.

Kurt took a deep breath and chose to delve right into telling the whole story. "I was taking a walk out in a park for nostalgia's sake when this stupid kid came right at me on a skateboard where I had to jump out of the way to escape being run over or worse. But when I dodged I ending up falling on my wrist and him," Kurt quickly began to say at an amazing speed and all in one breath. Kurt gasped for air when he was finished, but the story wasn't over yet. "This is Blaine, we met when I fell on him. But he still was kind enough to offer to take me to the hospital because I clearly couldn't drive. So I also couldn't drive home and he was making me something to eat while I was upstairs.... and well then you came in and here we are."

"Didn't you think to call me Kurt? I mean I know you're on your own now, off in New York but I'd like to think you'd realize I'd want to know if my son' s hurt," Burt pointed out.

"I know and I'm sorry, I was planning to call you... it just... slipped my mind... sort of," Kurt began to say, as the pauses between words got longer. He didn't want to say why he had forgotten, or because of whom, even with the answer standing beside him, feeling very awkward at the moment.

"Yeah, I think we both know what had your attention," Burt stated as he looked at Kurt, and Blaine just flashed a nervous grin at being mentioned.

"Dad, leave Blaine alone, he's done nothing but be helpful the whole time. Not calling you is my fault and I'm sorry," Kurt said firmly.

"Should I go?" Blaine asked all of a sudden.

"No, we're fine, right dad?" Kurt said, his voice being all firm.

"How bad is your wrist?" Burt asked, not bothering to assured either young men.

"It's a light sprain, I just need to rest it for a week or two. If it had been serious then I would have called right away," Kurt assured him.

"I'm gonna go finish the sandwiches then, if I'm not going anywhere yet," Blaine politely interrupted and he went back to the kitchen counter, wishing it was a farther escape but then he wasn't about to run off, that wouldn't redeem himself in Burt's eyes at all.

Burt eyed his son and Kurt could tell the dramatic episode was over and dealt with, for the most part anyway. "Sorry for spooking your friend Kurt, I was surprised," Burt finally said.

"It's okay, right Blaine?" Kurt said as he leaned to look back at Blaine.

"Of course it is... and I totally understand," Blaine replied.

"See how infectiously charming he is?" Kurt teased lightly.

"I've got to go pick up Carole from work, who I guess knows about your injury?" Burt asked.

"Yes, she does, why did you come home at all if you're heading straight out?" Kurt asked him.

"What, I'm not allowed to want to change and look good for my wife? That's rich coming from you," Burt joked as he walked by them and towards the stairs to his own bedroom and Kurt heard a sigh of relief coming from Blaine's direction when they were alone.

"I'm so sorry about that, Blaine," Kurt groaned as he came to sit down on one of the chairs around the table.

Blaine, who had finally finished their snack, brought Kurt's plate over and placed it on front of him on the table. Figuring with Burt still home he wasn't about to return to Kurt's bedroom, not that he had any intention to make a pass at Kurt, out of respect not disinterest, so there was no need to worry. Kurt thanked him and when a steaming cup of tea joined his bowl of soup and sandwich, Kurt' s to eat, Blaine joining him.

The need to chew gave them a moment to rest and go through their thoughts, to figure out what their next move would be. By the time they were finished and full, Kurt wasn't all that much wiser but he was at least no longer hungry. "I hope that whole... episode with my dad won't make you want to leave already... the night' s still young after all," Kurt questioned.

Blaine raised an eyebrow at Kurt, oh how every word could be taken as a come on, that hadn't been something Blaine could have expected to happen. It wasn't all easy banter between them and Blaine was almost a little relieved, if it was too perfect it wouldn't seem possible that it was real. "I know you meant that to sound innocent... right?" Blaine asked.

"It sure doesn't sound like it, but it's what I was going for," Kurt sighed.

"I'm kind of glad," Blaine admitted.

"Really?"

"Attractions aside, if we had decided to go on a real date, defining what we are right away, I don't think it would have been this easy. It wouldn't be horrible of course, but your idea of us just... not over thinking things was a good one. Just because we're gay doesn't mean we want to jump each other's bones," Blaine pointed out.

"Don't we?" Kurt asked mockingly.

"Let's not go there..." Blaine warned.

"That's a good idea," Burt suddenly announced from behind them.

"Oh dad, didn't hear you come back..." Kurt tried to say casually.

"No surprise there, I'll be back with Carole soon, so behave. I don't want to come home to anymore surprises," Burt insisted.

Kurt just glared at his dad and he saw him begin to chuckle as he walked away. There seemed to be an upside to never dating in high school, Kurt had never been submitted to being relentlessly teased by his parents over a boy. "So I'm not sure if we can hang out very much tomorrow, or really at all. It's Thanksgiving l and I'm pretty sure my parents will want me to show," Kurt explained to Blaine.

"Mine too, we can still talk over the phone or online. Let's just see what time we're done with the festivities and see if we can meet up or not?" Blaine suggested.

Kurt and Blaine decided Burt's interruption didn't have to dampen their pleasant if low-key evening of just hanging out. So they headed back to Kurt's bedroom and were able to conquer their desires and focus on building up the start to a wonderful friendship. Both Kurt and Blaine ended up talking till their voices were almost strained and finally, Kurt began to show the telltale sings of being tired. Blaine ignored them at first, until it was too late and when he returned from the bathroom. Kurt had passed out on his bed and showed no signs of waking.

Blaine stared at his adorable sleeping face and sighed, that was his cue to leave. He glanced at the time on his phone, wow it was late, being 10pm already, and while for their age that was nothing, considering what Kurt had been through, it was impressive. Blaine simply found a piece of paper and scribbled a note for Kurt and left it at his bedside table. Then he set to making sure Kurt was lying comfortably, being careful not to wake him, though Kurt was out like a light so there was little concern for that to happen. He stole one more glance at Kurt's sleeping frame and smiled to himself. He really hoped after they finished becoming friends, they could see what else they wanted, no mater how many states were between them. Blaine now was faced with the daunting task of leaving the house, without Kurt escorting him. Of course when Blaine made his way downstairs he came in contact with Burt and this time he didn't let fear overtake his need to be polite. Kurt had assured him Burt was harmless and that Blaine had nothing to worry about.

"Kurt's passed out, guess the medication he took finally made him crash," Blaine explained. "So I'm gonna go... I've worn out my welcome by enough already."

"Don't think you're not welcome here, Blaine right?" Burt told him as he paused to see Blaine's confirming nod that he had gotten his name right. "I've always wanted Kurt to meet someone when he was back here."

"I'm not..." Blaine began to argue.

"I figured you two aren't dumb, Kurt's heading back to New York on Sunday. I hope you aren't jumping into anything you can't deal with..." Burt began to comment.

Blaine shook his head, "We're not, well for the most part. We decided we want to get to know each other, but not expecting anything from each other. I just..." Blaine began to complain. "Sorry, I shouldn't be whining to you..." Blaine muttered.

"I'm used to it, both my sons had lots of problems to come to me with over the years. Well more Kurt, since Finn's my stepson, but you get the picture," Burt replied.

"Yeah but I'm not your son and it's not something I should tell the dad of the guy I just met, even if we're really hitting it off and I..."

"You like him, and not in the friend sense," Burt declared.

"Am I that obvious?" Blaine stuttered.

"Yes, which isn't a bad thing, Kurt's enjoying the attention too. Be careful though, or it will be harder to say goodbye," Burt warned.

"I know what you're saying and it should make sense, just try telling that to my heart," Blaine groaned.

"Well it's your guys' life in the end." Burt added with a smirk.

Blaine sighed, that fact didn't offer any comfort; it just made it all the more alarming. It seemed when Blaine wasn't in Kurt's company it was harder to ignore all the things that could go wrong if they went off their staying friends idea before Monday. Even when Blaine had never had a boyfriend before, he knew right away he didn't want to support the stereotype that all gay guys did and wanted was to have sex. No matter who you are and what sexual orientation you are born with, everyone deserved to experience love. "Anyway thanks for the advice, I'd better take my exit now," Blaine muttered and Burt let him go, until Blaine suddenly came back in the room. "Wait, is there a bus stop around here? I forgot I drove Kurt's car here," Blaine explained.

Burt shook his head with a grin, as he came over and patted Blaine on the shoulder. "I'll drive you home, you looked after my son, so it's the least I can do."

"Oh you don't have to...." Blaine began to argue but after seeing the look Burt gave him, he knew there was no use. "Thanks."

Burt grabbed his car keys and pushed Blaine towards the door. "Anytime kid," he said.
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The next morning, Kurt awoke at 9:00am, and at first he didn't know where he was or how'd he gotten home. Until he was met with a familiar pain and Kurt groaned. "Oh my god.... how come a light sprain can hurt this much?" he grumbled. "Blaine?" Kurt called out.

"He's gone Kurt, hours ago. What, did you think I'd allow a sleepover?" Burt's voice called from outside in the hall.

"Very funny dad," Kurt groaned as he sat up, at least he hadn't slept on his wrist to make it hurt even more. Just waking up to the pain from his injury had surprised him and made him more susceptible to it.

Burt stepped into Kurt's bedroom with a glass of water in hand. "You okay?" he asked.

Kurt nodded, "For the most part, yes I'm alright, and I'm a trouper as we both know so this won't hold me back for long. When did Blaine go home?" Kurt asked, bringing the conversation back to his friend of yesterday.

"Right when you passed out, so around ten or so. I drove him home."

"You did?" Kurt blurted out.

"Yeah and he's fine, before you start worrying. You must really like this guy huh?" Burt chuckled as he came to sit down on the edge of Kurt's bed.

"I think I do... oh lord, why now! I mean Blaine's amazing and I'm so glad I met him. But he's a high school senior and I'm well... not here anymore, pending holidays. There's no future for us, at least not at this point... we said we'd wouldn't let it get to us, but it is regardless," Kurt grumbled in annoyance.

"Oh this brings me back, except instead of whining over solos in glee club, it's about a boy."

"Better late than never I guess. Do you think I made the right choice? Or should I just walk away before I get hurt?"

"You know, I don't have all the answers, Kurt," Burt pointed out.

"That's impossible," Kurt scoffed.

"Fine, yeah, you should stop seeing Blaine. Think how hard it took for me to get your ass back here. As soon as you go back to your usual life you're gonna forget all about him, and that won't be fair to him, or you," Burt told him firmly.

Kurt was totally stunned by his dad' s advice; he had expected it to go in the opposite direction. That he should be careful but if they both felt a connection that couldn't be ignored, they'd regret running from it because it would be the easier solution. "Are you serious? What if he's the one, dad? What if I'll spend my entire life thinking of what could have been? Sure in a year he might come to New York but he could find someone before that... even I could... and we'd both just settle without knowing what we were missing out on. Or even if we do get together after his graduation, we still missed out on a whole year!" Kurt blurted out in surprise.

"Ah hah, just what I thought, you don't need me, looks like you have your answer already."

"So you intentionally gave me false advice to prove a point?" Kurt accused.

"Yes, don't act so surprised, sometimes is better to go with your instincts and listen to your heart, than an old guy like me. Trust your judgment Kurt, sure you could make the wrong decision and mess up. But like you said, the hardest part is not knowing one way or the other," Burt explained.

Kurt gave his dad an affectionate smile, "And who says you don't always have the answers," Kurt teased.

"Well tonight's the big dinner and I expect you to be there, no matter how much you like this Blaine, you hear me mister?"

"Yes dad, I'll be there, don't worry. Though using cutlery with one hand will be interesting. But I'm not going anywhere; today is still a family day. Speaking of which, any idea when Finn's arriving?" Kurt asked.

He tried to remember what Rachel had told him, but considering they still hadn't reconciled from their last break-up, that wasn't surprising. He was already impressed about how well they could be in each other' s company and for it not to get too uncomfortable. So in Kurt's mind, there still might be hope for them in the end, but he had his own love life to deal with at the moment. After Kurt further convinced his dad he wouldn't run off to Blaine's side, he was left alone with his thoughts and the pain in his wrist, which now seemed less sharp as he got used to it again, really it wasn't much at all. He'd been tossed into garbage bins, slammed into lockers and taken slushies to the face, so he was no stranger to pain. Kurt then noticed the piece of paper under his phone and he smiled, Blaine had left him a note, how old school and yet very romantic. Kurt unfolded the note and read Blaine's quick handwritten message on it.

You fell asleep, so I left. Figured it would be creepy if I watched you sleep. Call me tomorrow when you wake up, if it isn't crazy. Hopefully this hasn't been some elaborate dream.

Blaine.

Kurt smiled instantly at just the mere thought of Blaine, uh oh; this could get dangerous and real quick. "Oh who the hell cares if it does," Kurt muttered as he brought up Blaine's contact on his phone and hoped it wouldn't be too early to call. "There's nothing wrong with a little controlled danger now and then." he added as he called up Blaine's number. Luck was on his side when he heard Blaine pick up on the other end of the call. "Morning Blaine, got your note, very cute," Kurt greeted.

"Do you really think that? I was worried it was corny..." Blaine admitted.

"No, I liked it, sorry I fell asleep on you."

"No harm done, you had a long day."

"A very enjoyable one, despite the wrist."

"So since it's unlikely we can see each other right now, up for a phone date?" Blaine asked.

"Oh well... we didn't say anything about not having one of those. Would make breakfast more entertaining. Thank god for speaker phone or I wouldn't be able to do anything..." Kurt muttered.

"Right, you're one hand down, should you really use your right one to hold your phone?" Blaine hesitated.

"Hmm, now that you mention it. I should shower first, then breakfast. So let's delay the date a bit till we've spruced ourselves up for the day. If it goes well, I think we could graduate to a video chat date after dinner."

"I'd say we might want to reconsider things, but screw that, I find it exhilarating, being all spontaneous for once."

"And we're not being reckless, are we?"

"Considering what most teens would think being reckless would entail, no, we're being so careful it's boring."

"Thank goodness we're not your average pair of teenagers then," Kurt laughed.
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"Oh my god Blaine! Stop being so damn funny or I'm going to wet myself," Kurt pleaded through his laughter.

"It's not on purpose and I swear I'm not usually this amusing! You just bring it out in me!" Blaine laughed back in defence.

"I find that hard to believe," Kurt teased. He then heard Blaine's name be called through the phone and Blaine stopped talking.

"Sorry bout that," Blaine muttered.

"It's almost show time uh, time for our social obligations," Kurt commented with a sigh. He knew he'd have to show downstairs himself soon enough, Finn would be out of amusing stories to tell them by now.

"Yeah that was my mom, asking what was making me be so loud. She also reminded me I couldn't stay cooped up in my room, dinner' s almost ready," Blaine explained.

"I guess this is our intermission."

"I like that, yes, we'd better stop while we're ahead. Or we'll have nothing to talk about after dinner for our Skype date," Blaine pointed out.

"Unlikely, but still a good call. It's been a scream Blaine; literally, I bet my parents are wondering what's gotten into me too. But try not to wolf your food down too quickly to bolt back up to your room. It's going to take me longer to eat with my arm in a sling and I never like to rush my meals anyway. I have to do that enough back in New York, I've had plenty of morning bagels on the run. Being able to sit down to a well cooked meal that I didn't make myself is one of the upsides to coming home," Kurt said.

"Happy Thanksgiving Kurt," Blaine simply told him.

"Happy Thanksgiving Blaine," Kurt replied and ended the call.
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Almost two hours later Kurt and Blaine were back in their respective bedroom and this time sitting in front of their computer screens, waiting for Skype to load. Kurt ended up being the first one to call and Blaine didn't take long to respond. The instant Blaine's handsome face appeared on the screen Kurt beamed at him, not bothering to hide his delight. They were kidding themselves if they thought they could keep things in the friend-zone, already they were falling into the boyfriend zone and at an alarming speed, head first, with no bottom in sight. But Kurt's doubt was wiped from his brain as he saw how different Blaine looked. "Who are you..."? Kurt muttered.

"The real Blaine Anderson, or how I tend to look." Blaine declared. "What do you think?" Blaine asked as he puffed up his chest to show the navy and green sweater vest, and the matching bow tie he was wearing.

"I sort of miss the curls," Kurt admitted with a fake pout. "But the clothes, very nice, and totally preppy boy chique," he added in approval.

"Let me tell you those curls have a mind of their own if I don't hold them down with gel," Blaine told Kurt smugly, "So don't expect to see much of them."

Kurt stopped himself from making a witty comeback along the lines of him trying not to mourn the loss, because he didn't want to be so overly familiar all the time. As easy as the words came to him, Kurt didn't want to seem desperate for attention. Or to suddenly shut the rest of the world off and get clingy and too attached to Blaine, because no matter what came of them meeting, they would have to face the facts soon enough. It was hard enough not to let the impending separation looming over them for the next few days ruin their time together. "So how was dinner?" Kurt asked.

"Pretty good, but that's more because for once we had a low key dinner, just the three of us. My brother couldn't pry himself away from his big life in California. I'm sort of relieved, to tell you the truth, that he didn't show up," Blaine explained.

"Have brother issues?" Kurt asked, he could relate a bit, even when he and Finn were mere step-brothers and over all, were their for each other, it didn't mean they got along perfectly or anything remotely close to the definition of the word.

"Sort of, any of which, if I tried to explain would end up taking all night. But mainly because it would be impossible to get away from him. Also he'd bug me about you to no end," Blaine explained.

Kurt rolled his eyes at that comment, "Don't start me with that. Of course two gay guys can't just be friends... it has to go there!" Kurt grumbled. "And no one seems to realize all the relentless teasing just makes it awkward and adds unneeded discomfort, especially if you're together when it happens."

"Are we just friends though?" Blaine dared to ask.

Kurt paused, there was no easy answer and Kurt wasn't sure how to respond. He knew what his heart wanted to say and what his brain argued with, neither of which Kurt wanted to tell Blaine. "Um... not exactly, it's complicated. Should we be more honest with ourselves and each other?"

"Define how honest..." Blaine hesitated.

"I find you attractive Blaine, both physically and emotionally. If I weren't leaving soon I'd want us to be boyfriends, or start dating to get to that point. But I'm not staying, and as much as a romantic I am... I know long distance rarely works. It wouldn't be fair to either of us; our relationship would start with me neglecting you. My schedules so crazy I could never commit myself, even to Skype dates or phone calls. You're still in Lima, Blaine, but you have your own life, like the whole rock-stardom at school. Not to mention Sectionals being just around the corner. Please tell me I'm not the only one to think this, or I might seem like the bad guy here..."

"I understand what you're saying and I'm not naive either, I could totally see myself lying by the phone waiting, wanting to listen to tragic love songs. I wouldn't have the excitement or demand NYADA and New York would bring to distract me either. But you'd of course miss me just as much," Blaine replied.

"I would, I really would and it would just make me miserable and guilty and not in the right mindset for class," Kurt admitted gloomily.

"What are we doing to ourselves, Kurt?" Blaine muttered as he ran a hand over his face.

"I asked my dad a similar question this morning," Kurt admitted.

"What did he say?"

"That we might end up making the wrong choice, but it's something we need to find out for sure. Not knowing would be even worse... or something along those lines, I'm paraphrasing," Kurt answered. "I still want to see you... is that crazy?"

"A little, but it's the good kind of crazy," Blaine chuckled.

"I think we should spend the whole day together tomorrow, to help us decide. Maybe after spending two more days together in person, we'll have a better idea of what we want to do?" Kurt suggested.

"Does that make tomorrow a date or us just hanging out?"

"Do we need to define it one way or the other?"

"Well, one version means I might get to kiss you at the end of the night."

"I like the way you think, Blaine Anderson."

"Great, it's a date," Blaine grinned back at Kurt.
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Of course making it a date meant Kurt was faced with a major dilemma: what the hell was he going to wear for his first official date, ever? Kurt had somehow matured over the last few years but nothing he had gone through could prepare him for this. The pressure was on and Kurt wanted to leave Blaine with a lasting impression. But he also didn't want to go all out and end up being far too overdressed for a simply movie and dinner date. Kurt was tempted to text Rachel for her opinion, since he realized he hadn't talked to her since their parting at the airport. Then he got a sudden epiphany: there was no harm in asking Blaine his thoughts on the matter. He brought out his phone and sent to sending him a quick text. But without the use of his left hand, it took a little improvising to accomplish.

Blaine, how should the dress code be for tonight?

I guess black tie would be too much huh?

Just a little.

Dress how you normally do Kurt, I want to see the real you. No need to up the game.

Very astute of you Blaine, okay I'll see you in a few hours.

Hopefully just a few, don't be fashionably late on me, we don't have the time.

Bye Blaine.

Kurt really didn't have any chance to dress up too much anyway, he had only brought so much clothing, and since he had no idea he'd be going on dates. Kurt had actually left all of his expensive wardrobe safely stored in a storage unit to make sure he didn't come home to a broken in apartment and his closet lacking all his glorious couture. It was funny that Kurt's wardrobe was worth more than their rent many times over. He finally decided on a classic but casual look, choosing one of his favorite sweaters from Kolor, and his quint-essential skinny jeans and chunky brown boots, topped off with his vintage air-plane pin and he set to assessing himself in his full length mirror.

"Where are you going looking like that?" Finn suddenly asked as he walked into Kurt's bedroom.

"Just because I no longer live here doesn't mean you can just mosey on into my room without warning, Finn," Kurt warned him, as he didn't bother to look his way, keeping his attention on inspecting his outfit choice. "Not that it's any of your business but I happen to have a date tonight," Kurt added smartly.

"With who Rachel?" Finn joked.

Kurt glanced over at his stepbrother and rolled his eyes at the comment. "No, she's not my fag hag Finn! My date is male, gay and oh so handsome."

"Who's the guy?" Finn asked.

"No one you know," Kurt told him, refusing to give into his demands and reveal Blaine's identity or any details of their meeting.

"Why are you dating someone in Lima? Or did you meet him in New York and by some miracle he's from here too?"

"He's a high school senior and before you point out I'm being stupid, save your breath, I'm well aware. But there's no helping it, the heart wants what the heart wants and I'm not about to deny it," Kurt announced.

"I wasn't gonna say that, seriously, you deserve some action," Finn said.

Kurt whirled around at Finn in shock and began to sputter off muttering silent words at him. "Oh my god, who says we're gonna have sex?" he blurted out.

"Don't act like you being gay means you don't want to get laid Kurt," Finn warned.

"Well yeah I'm still a guy and don't think I haven't thought about... it..." Kurt muttered as certain images began to form in his mind at the very mention, ones of Blaine that were becoming very pornographic thanks to his wild imagination.

"What the hell are you thinking about?" Finn muttered.

"You brought it up!" Kurt shouted. "I don't know what this could lead to Finn, it's not easy, as you can guess. New York is a long distance from Lima and you know first hand how tiring it can be on a couple. I mean, you and Rachel were in love and together for over a year. Blaine and I just met, two days ago, what chance do we have? All I know is I do not want this to be some impulsive one night stand. I find him sexy as hell, but I'm not going to let my teenage libido get the better of me and make a big mistake," Kurt explained.

"You always seem to think I'm ready to argue with you, Kurt. I actually agree... or I'm sure not gonna say you're wrong. It's your life, not mine, do what you want and just spare me the graphic details," Finn teased.

"I seem to remember you grilling me on how gay sex works once..." Kurt began to recall.

"I was drunk," Finn muttered.

"You were, it was amusing," Kurt said with a wicked smile. "While you're here you can try to be useful, how do I look?"

"The sling sort of clashes," Finn answered, giving his best Kurt snarky impression. Like when Kurt had chosen to give him criticizing remarks over his wardrobe over the years.

"Well that can't be helped, it should be coming off soon anyway, since my wrist is sprained, not broken. But for now I just got an idea..." Kurt said as he went over to his suitcase and pulled out a lightweight scarf, an Alexander McQueen original. "Finn, help tie this over my sling," Kurt requested.

Now it was Finn's turn to roll his eyes but he helped Kurt anyway and he made his quick retreat afterwards. Kurt looked back to his mirror and gave himself an approving nod, "Ah yes, Kurt Hummel, you're gonna knock Blaine's socks off," he declared with satisfaction.
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Kurt was finally ready to head off to meet up with Blaine, who was going to come pick him up, since Kurt still couldn't drive himself. But he ended up being a bit too early as he left his room, since Blaine wouldn't arrive for about another twenty minuets. Until he heard a knock on the door and Kurt frowned, Blaine had promised he'd send a text before he got close, in case Kurt needed the warning, but luckily he didn't. Instead Kurt just shook his head and headed for the door, ready to see what Blaine's own clothing choice for their first date would be. "I think I really outdid myself Bla... Rachel?" Kurt started to say but when he was greeted with a short brunette who was female, he took a step back. "What are you doing here?" he asked in surprise.

"I do not like being ignored Kurt! I sent you a dozen texts, tried to call you just as much. Your line is always busy and you never reply to my messages. I decided to get to the bottom of things!" Rachel rambled with anger. But she then noticed Kurt's left arm wasn't in the sleeve of his jacket, but underneath it and she suddenly became concerned, forgetting her anger, but not for long. "Kurt your arm! What happened and why didn't you call me?" Rachel demanded, as she got all loud and dramatic.

"Rachel, calm down, I fell and sprained my wrist, it's fine, and I'm fine. I know I should have called you but I haven't had much of a chance," Kurt muttered quickly in hopes of quieting her, but as usual with Rachel Berry, it was moot. He had little patient for his best friend at the moment, and the last thing he wanted was Blaine to encounter Rachel now.

"What's happening? Or did you forget your promise for us to try to entertain ourselves together today?" Rachel reminded him.

Kurt swore under his breath, he rarely bothered with profanity unless he found there was good need to, as he suddenly remembered agreeing to that particular request. "Oh crap, I forgot! I can't, I've got other plans," Kurt quickly explained.

"Doing what and going where? Are you meeting up with some of our friends from McKinley behind my back?" Rachel pressed.

"No!" Kurt snapped, he was loosing patience and quick, how could he get rid of this girl.

"Then tell me what you're being so sneaky about."

"Can it please wait? I don't have the time..." Kurt pleaded.

"The answer Kurt, or I won't budge from this spot," Rachel warned.

"Fine, I'm going on a date!" Kurt blurted out and he waited for the reaction he knew the answer would bring out in Rachel. True to his assumptions Rachel's eyes widened in shock and she let out a loud squeal in excitement and rushed right up to Kurt and got up in his personal space.

"Oh my god are you serious? With who? How did this happen? Is he cute? Tell me Kurt, tell me!"

"Rachel, he's due any moment, please be humane and leave me be!" Kurt cried out.

"Nope, no chance of that, you ditched me in Lima for some guy. I want to know how this happened and I'm still not leaving 'till I get my way," Rachel insisted.

"Don't think I won't bitch slap you into submission," Kurt hissed.

"With what, your only remanding good hand?" Rachel pointed out.

"Touch�, but come on Rachel, please. I'll tell you all about it on the plane ride back home."

That turned out the wrong thing to say, "So I won't see you until then?" Rachel asked.

"I want to spend whatever time I can with him, Rachel, he's special... I..." Kurt began to stutter.

Rachel's face went all dramatic once more. "Are you in love with him Kurt?"

"What? NO! It's way to soon to go there! I'm just, oh my god go!" Kurt begged. Because he felt his phone vibrate and he brought it out, to read Blaine's message that he was almost there. "That's Blaine, my date, saying he's almost here," Kurt told her.

"Well either tell him you're going to be late or your friend will be joining you," Rachel stated.

Kurt narrowed his eyes at Rachel, "No, sorry, not an option. I thought NYADA would get you off your diva high horse. I want Blaine all to myself, no third wheel; you're not my girlfriend or my beard, Rachel. What you are is my friend and I get it, you're curious. I know I bugged the crap about you with Brody but you need to realize what a big thing this is for me. It's my first date Rachel, I've never had one, and heck I've never ever been kissed!"

Rachel began to soften up as she listened to Kurt and she let out a loud groan, smacking herself in the head. "I'm really sorry Kurt, I just, I wanted to know so bad! I'm nosey, we both are, and we usually share everything with each other. I just... felt threatened, the idea of you getting a boyfriend might mean I'll loose you..." Rachel admitted.

Kurt smiled at her warmly and gave her a re-assuring hug. "I promise you won't and after the date's over I'll call you," Kurt said.

"Okay then I'll go, have fun Kurt," Rachel told him as he got back into her parents' car. "Just not too much fun, we have a flight to catch on Sunday!" she called as she pulled out of the driveway.

"Goodbye Rachel!" Kurt called to her and let out a sigh of relief. At least he'd have an amusing story to tell Blaine when he arrived and he saw a familiar car down the road and he grinned, he'd soon get his chance. Kurt just waited for Blaine on his doorstep as he began to hum to himself and it was no surprise what the tune was and he ended up singing softly to himself one part from the song. As Blaine pulled into the driveway and their eyes met.

Before you came into my life
I missed you so bad
I missed you so bad
I missed you so, so bad.