“Oh c’mon, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Kurt blurted, laughing contagiously on the phone while sitting in the couch. “Nah, stop it, Anderson – I’m going to believe you right now! Oh well, just---“

“When I tell you that I’m going, be sure to expect right away, Mr. Hummel,” Blaine answered as he stepped into the apartment’s living room, carrying a bouquet of red and yellow flowers. He was gazing at his fiancé, and that smile made Kurt to realize that Blaine was actually standing in front of him. He’s talking with him over the phone, right?

 “And what made you here to visit me? Have you seen Santana or Rachel around the apartment? ‘Cause you know...”

“Shhh,” Blaine hushed as he walks toward Kurt, sitting beside him and placed the fresh flowers in the table. “Just... just let me here for a while, ‘kay? I’m enjoying this right now.”

“Oh really? How could you have that New Yorker attitude? Bringing such flowers here, stepping into the apartment without telling me? You’re all naughty, Anderson. I tell you.”

Blaine laughed. “Of course I know that sort of ‘New Yorker’s attitude’. I’ll be joining you guys soon.”

“Wait, what?”

“I tell you, I’m joining you here.”

Kurt’s smile faded for a while as he shook his head. “You’ll join us here?”

“Uh-huh,” when Kurt didn’t react and Blaine noticed Kurt’s silence, he looks at his fiancé, cooing him like a kid with his naïve and innocent eyes and sincere words. “Aw, what’s with that face? You don’t want me to be here, do you? Like yeah, you fear that I’ll keep nagging you every time?”

“No, no,” Kurt assured, shaking his head. “It’s not that I don’t want you to be here. Honestly, I’m happy about that news. It’s just... I’m worried that we’ll have our... you know? Limits and jealousy.”

Blaine looked at Kurt with a deep thought. Suddenly, he smiles, taking Kurt’s hands and gently squeezes it. “One break-up was hard enough. Don’t let it to have its second part. And seriously, I don’t wanna sing ‘Teenage Dream’ with tears, Kurt. The mood wasn’t appropriate. ”

“You always liked Katy Perry.”

“But I liked you the most.”

“Nah, go with your show tunes of Katy Perry songs, and don’t mind me at all.” Kurt sighed, taking the bouquet as he stood, moving to the kitchen for a while. “Maybe I’ll put the roses in the vase, thanks by the way.”

“Hey, are you jealous?!” Blaine looked towards Kurt.

“I’m not,” Kurt smirked mischievously as he turned back to Blaine, walking to the kitchen.

“Hey, you – Kurt Elizabeth Hummel,” Blaine called in the living room. “You’re messing it up again, I tell you. You’re jealous.”

“Shut the hell up, Anderson. Now, move and... are you planning to stay with us tonight?”

Kurt heard the soft creak of the wooden chair in the floor as Blaine pulled one, sitting into it and studies the whole kitchen. The little kitchen was nice and clean, and it seems that the three of them –Rachel, Kurt and Santana, were taking care of the house well. It’s good that they were living under one roof.

“Looks like it.”

“Oh crap, where are you going to sleep?”

“Well, I do not mind if you let me---“

“No, no, Blaine. You shouldn’t,” Kurt faces him, holding now the vase containing the flowers. “I know what comes into your mind so I cut it off. I swear that you’ll never go into my room.”

“But why? We’re just engaged, after all.”

“That isn’t actually a big deal.”

“Of course it is.”

Suddenly, voices of laughing women crossed into the living room. The two boys stopped, looking towards the door and apparently saw Rachel, together with Dani and Santana. The three girls were happily chatting and were carrying paper bags. It was Rachel, who noticed Kurt into the kitchen.

“Oh my God, Blaine!” Rachel gushed, running towards Blaine and gives him a big hug. She pulls away, patting Blaine’s shoulder. “I didn’t expect you here, huh. Kurt never told us that his fiancé will visit us tonight!”

“Actually, even Kurt was surprised. I just arrived a while ago.”

“Now you do, Anderson.” Kurt walks to the living room; the vase was still on his hands. Santana looks at Kurt questionably, as he placed the vase in the coffee table.

“So, are you planning to make love with your fiancé without even telling us, Lady Hummel? For heaven’s sake, just don’t be secretive like that.” Santana said with her mock-disappointed voice, looking at Kurt like a girl who was thrown away by her family.

“Don’t even say that, Satan.” Kurt hissed, glaring at him.

“Well in contrary, Kurt will not letting me to sleep with him tonight.” Blaine interrupted, looking at Santana. Dani smiled at Kurt, helping him to move out the other things in the coffee table.

“Aw, that’s not right.” Rachel scolded Kurt as she sat on the sofa beside Santana, raising an eyebrow at Kurt. “You should let him.”

“To have sex with Kurt?”

“SANTANA!?” it was Kurt and Rachel, who glared up on her. Santana was laughing hardly, studying Kurt’s reaction. He’s already blushing and all he does was to sit in the arm of the chair, avoiding Blaine’s gaze to him. Just think that one of your best friends was trying to embarrass you in front of you fiancé. It’s a worst-case scenario that Kurt was facing right now – and well, Dani and Blaine ended up laughing instead.

“I didn’t mean it!” Santana looks at Rachel with her bitch glare. “Rachel, the next time you’ll interrupt a conversation, don’t make it ambiguous! I said wrong things, holy shit, I did it!”

“Screw it up,” Rachel laughed nervously, gazing at Kurt with her silent apology. “I’m sorry, folks. At least we know that it’s kinda impossible tonight, eh?”

“Don’t remind me of those horrible things anymore. This could be the last.” Kurt warned her.

“And you’re damn serious?! You’re not letting your boyfriend,” Santana stopped in the middle ofher sentence, realizing that they’re not just boyfriends anymore. “Oh, I mean, fiancé – to sleep in your room? Where in the world do you want him to stay?”

“Maybe in the living room? I’ll be fine.” Blaine suggested.

Santana winked secretly on him – without Kurt and Rachel knowing it. “No, Anderson. I’ll offer you my room tonight. How about that, huh? Sounds nice in you part?”

“I will be glad---“

“Go for it,” Kurt faces him. “You have my permission to stay with someone’s room.”

“C’mon, you’re acting jealous again.”

“How many times did I tell you that I’m not?” Kurt insisted.

“Just let him stay tonight! C’mon, Kurt, it is not advisable for our visitor to stay in the living room, otherwise he’s connected to you. Well, in your case, he’s your fiancé, and Rachel and I were too glad if you let him to be with you.”

“Good job, Lopez.” Kurt answered sarcastically. “Now I doubt you if you’re still playing on my side.”

“Just telling the truth here.” Santana blurted out, raising her hand a little.

“And don’t tell me that you didn’t want it, too,” Rachel smiled at her best friend.

“Ambiguity, I say.” Santana reminded.

“Oh, the reason of Blaine’s stay, I mean.”

Kurt looks at the girls. “Just one question, please.”

“Oh, sure.”

“D’you want me to play a dirty game tonight? Just asking.”

***

“So hell yeah,” Santana looks at Kurt while the two of them were walking in the hallway of NYADA to catch the dancing lessons for today. Since Santana enrolled in the extensive class of NYADA for dance class, Santana became Kurt’s classmate during Saturdays, Mondays and Thursdays. “That’s it?”

“What do you mean – that’s it?” Kurt met her with confuse in his blue-gray eyes.

“C’mon, Lady Hummel, you know what I mean. Seriously, you two just stared at each other? Insane.”

“No, not just staring. We’re not looking at each other for hours, Santana. I mean, it’s awkward and that’s the first night we shared since we’ve engaged shortly a month ago,” Kurt took the last sip of his coffee and simply throw it to the trash bin. “You didn’t understand me – so screw it up.”

“First night, I say. That’s sarcasm, Hummel. And you know what I’m talking about.”

“Why do you always reminding of that? Like, duh, it’s during high school.”

“I get it,” Santana laughed heartedly, wrapping her left arm to Kurt’s shoulder. “But I know the guys like you. You’ll never settle in a night without even doing something intimate.”

“I tell you that we’re not.”

“You’re lying to me, Kurt, and – you can’t do it since I have some prove.”

“Oh really?” Kurt raised an eyebrow as the two of them entered the dance studio where Rachel was busy stretching and not minding that the two of them were already there. She’s also talking to a fellow classmate. “And that is?”

“You are quite blowing our heads. Dani and I were still awake during midnight and then you guys, who were beside our room, was suddenly rushing. Damn it, Hummel. You are making out, aren’t you?”

“We didn’t.”

“Lying.”

“I tell you!”

“Oh c’mon, you’re the one of the luckiest gay to have that kind of fiancé. He’s damn hot, you know? I couldn’t blame Rachel for liking him during high school.” Santana chuckled, removing her sweaters as she placed it on the bleachers.

“Thanks.” Kurt answered sarcastically.

“So when will be the next visit?”

“I dunno. And they’re too busy right now. Graduation practice, Nationals will be a month away and they’re working like dogs.” Kurt smiled a little, doing some stretching now. “But it’s quite a good timing to start, huh.”

Santana just smiled at him as she, too, was doing her own stretching. The music starts and soon the students danced up to their beat as a part of pre-dance movements.

***

The sound of catchy tones from the drums and guitars, with the upheld voice of Ryder performing in front of the glee club was a good start as Blaine watches his co-members doing an individual performance. Kitty was next to him, dancing gaily with the beat of Jennifer Lopez’ On the Floor. Tina, who was writing something on her notebook, accidentally flew her eyes towards her best friend.

“Um, Blaine?” Tina called. “I hope you’re listening to them ‘cause Mr. Schue will scold us if he learned that we’re not looking at them.”

“Don’t worry, TayTay. I’m listening. I’m just... I’m just thinking everything about last Friday.” Blaine answered, smiling as he met Tina’s gaze.

“You’re supposed to be in New York, last Friday, right?”

“Uh-huh. And that goes fine. Just a bit awkward.”

Sam turned to Blaine as he smiled, waiting for Blaine’s story about his sudden visit in New York last Friday. It was his idea that Blaine could at least drop in to the apartment to see Kurt. And Blaine owes him a LOT.

“So, how’s Kurt?”

“He’s doing fine. We’re awkward. Just letting Kurt having an eye contact with me for almost fifteen minutes is just funny.”

The bell rang suddenly, and the glee kids left the choir room. Tina, Sam and Blaine were heading to their lockers. Blaine took his Physics book while Tina keeps looking at him.

“The story, please?” Sam asked.

“Oh, no Sam. No.” Blaine answered, half-smiling to him.

“At least you could tell the details,” Tina smiled to them. “Are you guys sleeping in one bed and that’s why you’re smiling like that? Spill it, Anderson.”

“No. We’re not.”

“Making out, instead?”

Blaine responded a smile.

“I got it. I know now, Anderson.”

“Yeah, still on their limits.” Tina agreed, laughing as she playfully stroked Blaine’s hair. “Please tell Kurt that he’s lucky enough that I’m not there.”

“And why?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“’Cause I could stop them – and yes, still not giving up.”

“Rejected for almost two times now.”

“Ouch. That helps a lot, Sam Evans.”

Blaine laughed at his two best friends. “I wonder if you guys will try to go out. Maybe the two of you will destine to be together.”

“Hell no,” Tina shook her head, throwing a weird look at Sam.

“Um, sorry, I’m dating Penny right now.” Sam looked at Blaine. “And Tina knows that I’m already taken.”

“Just having suggestion, you know?”

“It isn’t a good suggestion, B.”