“Don’t you know I don’t like my popcorn this salty?” Kurt said, looking at Blaine like he should’ve known.
“Yeah, but I figured that since Louis broke up with you, you’d like to eat everything that gets in your way of moving on.” Blaine said jokingly, looking Kurt in the eyes and expecting that he wouldn’t snap at him like he always did when he said something like this.
“I broke up with him, okay? We weren’t getting along. I should’ve done it a month ago but I couldn’t dump him on the same week his grandpa passed away.”
“He probably would’ve killed himself.”
He turned on the TV and put Funny Girl on the DVD set. That movie always cheered him up.
“How are you and Caroline doing?”
“Me and Carly are doing great. Actually, we’re going away together this weekend.”
“Huh, romantic weekend on the countryside. Where do you plan on taking Caroline?” He knew how much both Carly and Blaine hated when Kurt called her Caroline, so he would always call her like this to annoy him, especially when they were alone. “Are you going to your parents cabins in the mountains? Or to the Hamptons and take long walks on the beach? I heard it’s beautiful there in the winter. Since Caroline is all about the snow I think she would find it absolutely delightful.”
“Carly and I are going to Atlantic City.” He waited for Kurt to laugh, but he only looked at him questioningly.
“Atlantic City? Really? You’re barely 21.”
“You know that Carly lived in Las Vegas until a couple of years ago. And she misses it like hell. Since it’s her birthday this Saturday I thought it was a good idea to take her somewhere that could possibly remind her of her hometown.”
Kurt smiled. He hated when Blaine had these ideas. They were so sweet. He would always do this kind of things with his girlfriends. And there were so many. He was surprised that Carly had stayed this long.
He just wished that some of his boyfriends would have sweet ideas to make him feel like home. Like Blaine.
“You’re a great boyfriend. And a great person.” He was smiling when he began the sentence but by the end of it he was more likely to start weeping uncontrollably.
“Hey, don’t be sad. You’re great too. I’m sure you’ll find someone as considering and imaginative as me quite soon.”
“Let’s hope so.”
There wasn’t a day that went by in which he didn’t think how great him and Blaine would be together. But he wasn’t in love with him. No, no. Not that. He passed that phase years go. Sure, when they first started talking to each other, still in high school, he might’ve fallen des-perately in love with him and continued to be for the next couple of years. Sure, every now and then he would imagine Blaine’s body when he was waiting for him to finish his shower outside his bathroom. And sure, when he’d see him and Carly together he’d go out and by a pink flowery pillow that was my girlfriend’s favourite bblablababla and tear it from the inside out with a knife he’d buy especially for that occasion. But it surely didn’t mean he was in love with him.
He only had a little crush on Blaine. A perfectly healthy crush. Small. Meaningless. He wasn’t even sure why he was thinking of it since it was so small.
The phone rang and they were staring at each other to see who’d answer it. It would usually be the one that got uncomfortable first.
“The phone’s ringing” Kurt said.
“I can see that.” Blaine was really good at this game. Too good.
“Aren’t you gonna answer it?”
“It’s your house. Why should I?”
“Cause I just broke up with my boyfriend who was very handsome and I feel like dying.” He said it with the most convincing voice he could produce.
But Blaine just kept staring at him.
After five seconds of terror and agony Kurt decided to pick up the phone before whoever was in the line hang up.
“Damn you, Anderson.”
“While you’re there, would you mind grabbing me a glass of water?” His smile was inocent but Kurt knew his intentions weren’t.
“Oh, fuck you.”
“Gladly.” More smiles. Why did he have to be so damn cute all the time?
“Can you please shut up, I’m on the phone... No, I’m not telling you to shut up, aunt Sylvia... just a friend... no, he’s not my boyfriend... no... yes... yes... yes... ok, talk to you later BYE BYE.”
At this point Blaine was silently dying of laughing.
Kurt kicked him. “Can you please give me some space to sit?”
“Did you eat the entire ball of popcorn while you were in there and now you’re a little bloa-ted? Is that what happened?”
“I’m serious, Anderson. Not. In. The. Mood.”
“I bought some candy when I went to Walmart. Do you want some?”
“Why can’t you be the sweet and suportive friend you were five minutes ago?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, did you say sweet?”
“I am not joking, Blaine Anderson.”
“Ok, sorry. Let’s watch the movie.”

He liked that movie but he just didn’t understand how Kurt could watch it over and over and over again. But he couldn’t fall asleep. No, he was doing it for his friend. His dear friend who stayed with him through all his break-ups and colds and never let him feel like there was something he wouldn’t do for him.
Kurt was a hell of a friend.
How is it possible that he would actually like a guy like him?
He was a jerk. An asshole. A douchebag. A dick. A schmuck.
There were plenty of words in the English language to describe him.
And Kurt was so sweet and cute and nice and he just didn’t get how he could like him.
Since high school, there were so many times that he’d just stay up all night thinking about his life and his friends and how he was so lucky to have Kurt in his life. Because he was such an amazing person.
There was nothing he would’nt do for him.
“Just a few more minutes to go and the movie will be over.” Blaine thought.
He looked at Kurt only to find him sleeping so deeply he was drooling all over a pink pillow that was always there when something bad happened. “What a coincidence,” he thought, “Carly really likes these kinds of pillows.” His first instinct was to wake him up with a loud cough and then apologize for waking him up while he was there watching that movie for the eleventh hundredth time.
But as much appealing as that sounded, he didn’t do it. He grabbed a blanket and put it over him.
“Good night, Hummel.”
He smiled.
And sighed.
A few minutes later, when the movie ended, Blaine shut down the TV and the lights and went across the hall to his apartment.

When Kurt opened his eyes, Rachel and Finn were making out on the couch right next him.
“Oh my god! Get a room, for God’s sake!” Kurt yelled.
“Sorry, bro. We were just kissing goodbye. I’m gonna head back to Lima in a couple of hours. Actually, I think I’m late for my flight. I love you, baby.”
“Me too, sweetie.” They kissed goodbye and Finn hugged Kurt, who was still asleep, so he didn’t understand exactly what was going on, and then left.
He got up and washed up his face and went back to the sofa where Rachel had a sad face probably because her boyfriend was going back to their shitty hometown. They only had one week a month to be together.
“Did you really have to make out with him while I was here? I wonder what would’ve happe-ned if I hadn’t woken up. You know what, I think it’s better that I don’t even wonder.”
“Come on, Kurt. We wouldn’t have sex with you here...”
“I don’t wanna hear it. That’s my brother you’re talking about.” Kurt hated when Rachel talked about Finn in a romantic way. It didn’t matter that he once had a crush on him when they were sixteen. Now they’re 22 and they’re brothers and he can’t stand it.
“Were you watching Funny Girl by yourself? Come on, Kurt. You should’ve called me. I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone after Louis broke up with you.”
“I broke up with him. And I wasn’t alone. Blaine was here. By the way, what time is it?”
“2 AM.”
“Seriously? We started watching the movie at 8 o’ clock. I can’t believe I slept that long.”
“Well, I’m exhausted from spending the whole day...”
“OH MY GOD RACHEL SHUT UP!”
“Fine. I’m just gonna go to bed. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
It was probably too late for him to go over at Blaine’s, he thought, because he felt he needed to talk about everything because Blaine was such a good listener and he just needed someone he could talk to right now. And since Rachel was currently unavailable he thought that Blaine might be there for him.
“Well, I wouldn’t be so fond of being woken up by a whiny ass faggot in the middle of the night” he thought, “so I guess I’ll just watch Funny Girl again and then go to sleep.” he thought.
After turning the TV on, he gave up trying to stay fit for this night and grabbed a box of candy which Blaine left there. He couldn’t help but think that he did it on purpose. Well, they would talk tomorrow.
“Well Barbra, make me feel loved.”
And after ten minutes of movie, he fell asleep on the couch holding the box of chocolate and the pink pillow thinking of how his boyfriend had dumped him and how he should be feeling sad about that but the only sadness he was feeling came from the fact that Blaine wasn’t his.