They spent the weekend re-discovering the other's body. So when Monday night came they were both completely exhausted by the blowjobs, handjobs, frottage and their constant orgasms. Kurt was sitting in the bed, typing furiously on Blaine's computer. It seemed that inspiration finally showed up and now Kurt couldn't stop. He was constantly writing his article or researching and he seemed happier with it as time passed. Blaine was going through partition sheets, trying to find the perfect one for the next Glee class. They worked in silence for almost an hour before Blaine broke it and spoke up.

"I think you should see your friends, Kurt."

Uh oh, when Blaine finished his sentence with Kurt's name and not a pet name it always meant business.

"Well, besides Sebastian I have no idea who my friends are at the moment. And last time I talked to Sebastian we kind of fought." Kurt started typing again, showing that he didn't want to talk about Sebastian and his fight.

"Well maybe you could make up with him. We only stay with each other during week nights and weekends… I think I need to talk to my friends again and so do you."

"Talk to your friends again?" Kurt questioned. Blaine took a deep breath and spanned over the sheets scattered around the room before settling on the bed. He intertwined their hands and without looking up answered.

"I've been neglecting them for years. I told you I've sang just once in front of a crowd. It was at Jeff and Nick' bar. It was the first time I've seen them in years. I'm not proud of it, of course. But I couldn't face them before. And now I just… I think I need my friends. I know I missed them."

"Oh, baby!" Kurt engulfed Blaine in a bone-crushing hug. "You know you can always go hang out with them or invite them over. I can spend an evening alone, I'll be fine."

Kurt didn't comment on Blaine's revelation, didn't push it further. He knew better than that. Yes he and Blaine were better. Yes, Blaine was talking more to Kurt about his past but the reasons were always unknown and Kurt knew that the curly-haired man wasn't ready to answer the questions. So Kurt took what Blaine would give him. It was enough for now.

"I don't want you to be alone for an evening. You need your friends as much as I need mine. There are going to be some times when you'll want to talk about things, about us, about me but not with me. And then you'll do it with your friend. As much as I want to be all you need I can't be. This is too much for just one person. So please, baby, just for one night, talk to Sebastian. Okay? And I'll promise I'll come home and we will fall asleep together. Okay?"

Kurt smiled at his boyfriend and at how much progress he'd made in a few months. Now Blaine was able to say aloud what he needed and what he wanted. He was able to face some of his fear and Kurt couldn't help but be proud of him. Once again he had no idea what had happened before or what made Blaine change but he was more than thankful for whatever happened.

"Alright, I'll talk to Seb. See if he is in for a boy's night tomorrow. What about you?"

"I'm going to ask Santana to go with me to Jeff and Nick's bar. I don't know if I'm being courageous or stupid here though." Blaine chuckled. "I'm going to call her now. I'll be back shortly." He pecked Kurt on the lips and went to call the Latina. He waited anxiously as it rang. She was going to cut his head off, he was sure of it. That or just hang up on him. He really liked Santana; she was bold and didn't put up with Blaine's stupidity. If she had something to say or to do nothing could stop her; it was refreshing and unnerving as well.

"If you're looking for some pigeon to pay Hobbit's ransom I won't be very helpful. My last paycheck went into underwear. Try his brother." The girl snapped.

"Hum, hey Santana. It's Blaine, actually." And then he waited for Santana to start ripping his head off for shutting him out of her life for good. He would deserve both if you'd asked him.

"Blaine, what a surprise. What do you need?" She almost growled; and yes she seemed far worse than just angry.

"Well… I, I wanted to apologize for not being really present and not a good friend…"

"Try completely absent and the worst friend ever. Go on." She cut. Blaine gulped and carried on.

"Yes, I… I haven't been a good friend. But I missed you, Tana, and you probably don't want to hear a single thing about me but I really missed you and if you're okay with it I'd like to see you. I'll buy you a drink and do whatever it takes to make you forgive me. Just please."

"And what make you think I'm still in the United States for that matter? I could be in fucking Europe or in Taiwan. But fine, let's pretend I'm in the US and even in New York. What is your offer?"

"One night, I'll buy you all the drinks you want, and food. I know this karaoke and we could go there and just have fun, you know." Blaine proposed, sure that he wouldn't be enough for the girl.

"Blaine, are you asking me out on date, to get me drunk and fat and make my ears bleed in that mice hole that is your friends' bar? Because I'm warning you if it is, you're going to owe me at least ten years of psychiatry séances and another boob job as interests. "

"You know Dalton? Jeff and Nick's bar?" Blaine asked, agape.

"Yeah, been there once or twice. They must suffer from a serious Stockholm Syndrome to name their bar like their high school or a wild lack of creativity. But knowing them it might be both."

"So… Are you okay for this?" Blaine was going to create a hole in the ground if he didn't stop pacing.

"Yeah I'm in. I haven't done my BA this month and Karma's a bitch. Meet me there tomorrow at 8. Don't make me wait or I'm ordering their Dom Perignon I know they're saving for some celebrities, and I'll make you pay." And then she hung up abruptly, not letting Blaine answer. He had no idea how to feel about the whole conversation but overall it went rather well. He thought maybe he had missed some important information but he wasn't sure. And wait, so Santana was in New York after all and she knew Jeff and Nick? This girl was going to be the death of him; she already managed to give him headache in only five minutes.

Blaine retreated to their bedroom to find Kurt in the same place that he was before, still typing.

"Hey, baby. Did you talk to Sebastian?" Blaine tried to peek at the document on the computer but Kurt shut it down and put it on the night stand.

"I texted him because I didn't want to talk. He said to come to his place tomorrow night with food from some fancy caterer. I think I'll bring wine as well. I'm in for a hell of a night." Kurt whined. "And this was your stupid idea. You should be the one paying."

Blaine laughed at his boyfriend's behavior and brought him down into his arms so they were both lying in bed with the comforter on them.

"Stop pouting and whining, it's cute, I'll give that to you, but it's not necessary. You'll thank me tomorrow."

"Or I'll smother you with your pillow." Blaine laughed again and nuzzled into Kurt's embrace.

The day after they were both trying to dress whilst getting into each other's pants, so needless to say that neither of them was very dressed or even on their way.

"Blaine," Kurt moaned loudly, letting his head rest against the wooden closet door, one of his hands gripping Blaine's hair. Blaine was kneeling in front of his boyfriend and had already gotten rid of the pants and underwear that Kurt had tried to put on. He licked the vein of Kurt's dick before lightly sucking on his head. He felt the grasp in his hair tighten and teasingly mouthed the head of his boyfriend's dick.

"Blaine, please, just suck me!" Blaine pressed kisses into Kurt's thighs and traced his way to his balls, mouthing them before taking Kurt's erection into his mouth.

"Fuck! Blaine, so good." Blaine hummed around Kurt and then pressed his tongue against Kurt's erection. Taking him more and more into his mouth until he was deepthroating him. Kurt was a mess and he was holding Blaine's hair for dear life. Blaine started to bob his head, alternating between sucking and pressing his tongue against Kurt. Kurt's hips thrusted harshly into the hot and wet mouth. Blaine gently started to massage Kurt's balls; he could feel the brunette starting to thrash against the door and sucked hard on his dick.

"Blaine, fuck!" and Kurt came, Blaine swallowed every drop of Kurt's come and stood up, placing an arm around Kurt's waist to help him stand up and kissed him hungrily. Kurt realized that Blaine was letting him taste himself and moaned into Blaine's mouth at that, really turned on but too tired to harden again.

"You should get dressed, Beautiful, or you're going to be late to Seb's." Blaine informed his boyfriend while putting his pants on. Kurt was still against the door, trying to calm his breath and to not jump on his boyfriend right here and now to return the favor.

"Well I could be dressed already if someone hadn't decided that he had to perform a blowjob in the minute." Kurt answered weakly. Blaine turned around and smirked at his boyfriend, coming closer and putting one hand right beside Kurt's head and the other close to his now soft penis.

"Tell me you didn't enjoy it then." Blaine challenged, still smirking in a deep voice. Kurt looked into Blaine's lustful eyes and he felt his dick trying to get hard again. Against his better judgment Kurt pushed Blaine and tried to will away his half-hard on.

"Stop that. If you didn't force me to go out tonight you could have me all to yourself. Instead we are both going to suffer from blue balls and endure insensitive morons." Kurt finished putting his outfit on and moved to the bathroom to get his hair done.

Blaine had no choice but to finished getting dressed. He kissed Kurt for few minutes before leaving. Deploring the fact the he wouldn't see the complete outfit of his boyfriend. Kurt waved him goodbye and they parted for the evening.

Blaine was petrified. Not because it was cold outside but because he was going to spend the whole evening with three of his best friends including one bitch and a hyper active child. He knew that he had some explaining to do and that none of them were going to let him go easily with it. But he knew he deserved it and was trying to prepare some of his answers. He arrived quickly at Dalton, too quickly and let himself in.

It was just like last time. The stage, the stairs and a hyperactive Jeff.

"Blainey! You're back. Are you singing this time or do you want one of my famous cocktails?" Jeff was bouncing and yelling, his voice covering the person singing on stage.

"Don't let him get you to try his cocktail, Blaine. Or you'll need a tastebud transplant." Nick hugged Blaine and kissed his boyfriend on the cheek.

"That's not true Nicky and you know it. You love my cocktail!" Jeff argued.

"I, hum… might have lied about it?" Nick tried. Jeff gasped and pouted, while Blaine smiled broadly at them. He had missed them. The last time he saw them they didn't really talk. Blaine had been overtaken by his emotions but this time was about bonding and he was going to put himself out, he was going to face his fears and try to save his friendships.

"How are you guys? And how is the bar going?" Blaine asked after Nick had lead them to a table in a corner far enough from the stage to not have to shout to be heard but close enough to see the room and enjoy the show.

"We're great! I mean the bar is making lots of money, we're together and you finally show up! So we're great!" Jeff answered quickly. Nick chuckled at his boyfriend's enthusiasm and added.

"We had some rough moment last year. We almost thought we were gonna have to close Dalton. But fortunately some students started to come by and now we have quite a population here on week nights when they want to relax."

"We organized a post finals party at the end of the last semester, it was epic!" Jeff nodded to support his statement. Blaine inspected his friends more cautiously. They were more confident now than they had been in Ohio. They sat closer to each other, held hands and kissed without looking around. They seemed happy and really in love with each other. They complemented each other perfectly and Blaine realized that that was what he wanted with Kurt. To be able to be so at ease around each other that they would radiate love.

"Oh for my surgeon sake, what is this? An Avengay Assemble? These two here are Tony and Captain America and Curly here is Spidey? Disgusting! Where is my drink?" Santana sank into the chair and motioned to the waitress to come here and now. She ordered lots of shots and too many drinks for Blaine to understand and then turned to face him.

"So Casper. Nice to finally hear from you." She crooked an eyebrow and tilted her head to gauge him. "You look like shit but you look happy at the same time, is Stockholm syndrome contagious now?"

"I had some hard times but it's getting better now." Blaine tempted to answer before being interrupted.

"This isn't an 'it gets better' video. Cut the crap and talk. Why are we here?" It seemed that Santana wanted to go straight to the point; he owned them that so he explained.

"After living in New York it started getting difficult. Everything was just complicated - even waking up and getting out of bed was a chore. I didn't talk to anyone for years. I would go to school, get back and go to bed. I'm not even sure my classmates knew my name. I live with Cooper, well lived. Around two months ago I got a phone call from Burt Hummel telling me that Kurt needed me. So I went to the hospital where Kurt was and … He suffered from memory loss. He doesn't remember what happened in the last five years, he doesn't remember the break up and I'm living with him now, we're back together." Blaine finished with a shy smile.

"So you're leading him on, and using the situation to your advantage?"

"Santana!" Nick cut her. "I'm sure it's not what it seems. Remember your affair with that teacher? Yeah, not what it seemed either! Let him explain. Blaine," Nick said gently, "What do you mean you're back together? Do you pretend to be his boyfriend so he's not too perturbed?"

"Well I was at first. But now we're back together, as in we're in a relationship." Blaine explained tentatively.

"So he recovered his memory and decided to give you a shot at the boyfriend crap, right?" The Latina cut in once again.

"No, he still doesn't remember but…"

"There's no but here, Blaine. You're leading him on!" Santana argued and shouted, her hand in the air.

"I'm not leading him on! How can I? I fought for two months against my feelings. I made him and myself miserable because I couldn't be near him. I made him cry for night and days because I was distant and cold. He thought he was ugly in casts because I didn't want to kiss him. And when I finally let go, when I finally let myself open up he and I, both, started to get better! I don't feel like I'm worthless all the time, I don't feel like nobody cares, I'm not afraid of going out and talking to people anymore all of this is thanks to Kurt. Just because I allowed him to come near me and to take care of me. And Kurt? I want to believe that he is happy, I want to think that I'm helping him in his recovery. He started to write again, with passion and he won't stop, because I support him when he feels down, because we get over his writers block when he has one. We help each other and we're making each other heal. It might not be perfect, he might wake up one day and not want me anymore because he remembers but at least I will know that I did all I could to make him happy and loved when we were together. I'm not here to ask for your support. And all you're going to tell me, I told it to myself before. So save it. I was just trying to, to get a bit better by talking to you guys. I'm not here to be judged." His voice faltered and he bowed his head, not wanting to believe that he was already failing at this whole trying-to-step-out-of-his-comfort-zone thing.

Nick put a hand gently on his knee and Jeff wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulder, hugging him tightly.

"You know we love you, Blainey. We're not judging and we are not going to tell you what to do. We're just worried about you and we're trying to understand what happened. Okay? Santana was just a bitch like always or she is PMSing- but as a boy with a penis I don't have the right to comment on that because I can't understand." Blaine's smile was watery but he was here at least. So Nick squeezed his hand on Blaine's knee and stood up.

"I'm going to order some food for us; we're going to need it if we're getting more emotional or if we're going on stage."

"You're saying that like there is a probability that we won't go on stage. I haven't sung with Blaine in years, he owes me that at least. Tegan and Sara, just go sign me up, and Blainey boy here. We'll be up in a minute." The couple understood the girl needed a minute with Blaine so they both left.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you like that. Granted I don't know how you feel or how all of this happened but you can't really blame me for that. I have your best interest at heart and that means yelling at you when it's needed. Tonight isn't the time to get all sappy, we're going to have fun and you'll buy lunch tomorrow to cure my hangover and then we'll talk. Now stand and lead the way. I need to look at your ass."

They spent the night taking turns on stage, drinking and eating. No one asked more questions to Blaine and they just enjoyed being together. Blaine felt free and careless, happier with himself than he thought he would be. It had been rocky at the beginning but you could count on Jeff to made a fool of himself and lighten up the mood. They laughed and sang silly songs. It was addicting to be around these people.

Kurt had left quickly after Blaine. He hadn't wanted to pick up something from the caterer and as a truce sign he had cooked himself, wrapping everything and getting into a taxi. He knocked against Sebastian's door and waited for the man to open.

"This is not what I ordered." Sebastian said while letting Kurt enter the apartment.

"I cooked it myself. This is a peace offering. Do you want it or do you want me to go have a meal with the homeless guy in front of your door? I'm sure he'll be much more grateful than you are."

"Fine, peace offering and all that crap. Oh wine. Perfect!" They moved to the living room and Kurt felt instantly at ease. He didn't recognize the place of course but he knew somehow that he had been there before.

"Did I use to come here often?" Sebastian settled next to Kurt on the couch and hand him his glass.

"Three or four nights a week? Then we would go out and… You'd go back to your place." He tried to not let Kurt see he had almost slipped up.

"Or to Blaine." The taller man relaxed, Kurt didn't seem to have noticed.

"Yeah, or that."

"You're not really a fan of him. What happened? You used to be all over him, not me." Kurt didn't look at Sebastian and took a sip of wine instead, grimacing at the taste.

"Still not a fan of wine?"

"You're avoiding the question." Kurt pressed, "Look we're good for each other. Always have been, always will. He saved me in high school and I want to believe that somehow we are saving each other right now. He is helping me recover and write. He is helping me understand who I am. And I think that I help him feel loved and good enough for the world. We love each other, we are having sex together and I'm not letting him go. So could you please make an effort and tell me why you don't like him?"

"So you had sex with him?" Sebastian asked calmly

"Yes."

"And when you said that you two love each other…"

"I told him six months after we started dating in high school and I told him again a week ago. And both times he said it back. So I think it's safe to say that we love each other, yeah." The situation was infuriating. Blaine had forced him to see Sebastian and had expected the other man to be a brat.

"I know you don't want to hear it, and you're probably going to storm out after that. I don't really care to be honest; I just need to say my piece. You don't know who you are and what happened in your past. You might think that you know him but you don't. Five years change someone whether you like it or not. You're rushing into this because it's safe and because you know it. But this is one of the crappiest ideas you ever had. You don't love him, and you don't know him. You might love the Blaine you used to know but not this one. At the best you're in love with a memory. Knowing you, you're in for a heartbreak and I'll be here waiting with some ice cream and mini annoyingly-loud Barbra. Now storm out if you want. I'm going to warm up what you cooked and watch a movie with my friend if he is still here when I come back."

With that Sebastian stood up and Kurt was left thinking. Yes, it wasn't what he had wanted to hear, he passionately wanted to argue against everything that Sebastian had said but it felt like the other man was just trying to look out for him, to take care of him. So Kurt didn't leave. He stayed and watched the movie with Sebastian, bickering and fighting like two old friends.

He felt at ease with Sebastian. They weren't always agreeing on everything and most of the time they were bickering but at least he knew he had someone he could rely on.

That night when he arrived home from Sebastian's place he found his boyfriend already in bed, spread on the mattress and tightly hugging his pillow, the one that would probably have his smell on. He smiled at that and moved him carefully, trying not to wake him up and laid in bed. Within seconds Blaine rolled almost on top of him, giving lazy kisses to his neck and hugging him with one arm.

"Hi, babe. I tried to wait for you but couldn't." Kurt watched him fall asleep before drifting to sleep too.

He was absolutely sure he was in love with this Blaine and not just a memory.