"Blaine lied to me" Kurt whispered into the phone inside the bus station, still waiting for the storm to end.

"Huh! I told you he'll come clean that he likes you!" Rachel said

"No. that's not what happened. I saw him with another guy" Kurt started crying. His eyes were scanning the bus station – still empty, no one can eavesdrop.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Kurt. It must feel terrible" Rachel was stunned

There was a silence for a few seconds and then she change attitude quickly: "Maybe he wanted you to see him to impress you? you know"

"I..I kind of peeked on him. he doesn't know about it" Kurt sighed.

"So he's with someone?" Rachel asked

"I'm not sure" he answered agitated.

"Look, don't get discouraged too fast. Why don't you go home and change, then meet Mercedes and me. We'll go get drinks and meet really cute boys - it'll be great!
Um, Look I have to go now. We're starting a rehearsal. Talk to you later"

Kurt hung up, still on the verge of a nervous breakdown

After a few minutes the bus arrived, and Kurt figured it would be best to get on it since the rain's not going to stop.

He paid the driver and sat down on a chair in the second row.

The old man that sat to his left immediately initiated conversation "hey kid, why do you look so sad?"

"Oh no. I'm fine" he lied.

"You have no reason to frown, boy. All life's ahead of you. Don't think too much about the past when you have such a long future to exploit"

"I'm sorry. You probably felt bad ignoring me when you saw that my eyes are red. But really, you don't have to try and help me"

"I get it" the man said as if he's leaving him to be, but he kept staring him through his glasses.

'I can't stand people feeling sorry for me. Do I look that miserable to others?'

***

Later that afternoon, Blaine couldn't stand the fact that he had a free weekend. How come nobody invited him anywhere?

He was hanging at the mall, looking for a jacket that would fit the new black shoes he had already bought. He wished to find something fashionable that wouldn't be too expensive for him.

"All the stores are pretty much the same, huh?" he told his friend Paul.

"You're right. Wanna try some other place?" Paul suggested, trying to please him.

"Yeah. But not today, It's getting late. Hey, you doing anything weekend?" Blaine asked confidently.

"I promised my dad I'd watch my little sisters"

"Never mind then. I just need to clear off my head a bit from all the studying, and all the problems regarding the Warblers." Blaine was tired so he tried stretching his hands up in the air "If you were there, you wouldn't believe how we're wasting our time on song selection instead of working"

"Cheer up" Paul warped his arm on Blaine's shoulders. "You have a great chance wining regionals this time" He tried to be supportive.

Blaine laughed "Paul, you don't have the slightest idea about music"

"Maybe. But I know a lot about you." Paul tried to kiss him, but Blaine turned away.

"Sorry. I'm just too bothered for that right now" he apologized, but Paul was offended by that.

"Blaine. You've changed. You used to be so enthused about everything. So..so accepting. And now you're suddenly worried about stupid things. Chill out!"

"You're right. I'm thinking too much. Let's go buy some candy!"

***

"You just gotta know that it means something. It's doing something to you, to your personality. Even though it feels like just having fun"

Kurt had his father's words echoing in his head on the way home. He wondered if Blaine did it just for the fun part, or was he expressing his feeling towards that man.

He was very disappointed with Blaine but even more, with himself for believing Blaine had never been in a relationship.

He went to his room: simultaneously trying to do his homework and looking at friend's pictures on Facebook. He didn't manage to finish them until dinner time, but it didn't bother him that much anyway.

After eating dinner, he could finally start dressing up. Kurt already picked his outfit yesterday. All that's left was fixing his hair and putting some aftershave. He's ready.

Someone knocked on his door, it was Finn. "Kurt, you have a phone call"

"Oh, who is it?" he said while combing his hair.

"Blaine" Kurt's heart began racing. 'What does he want? Does Blaine know that I saw him? To answer? Not to answer? I'm can't face him right now'

"Tell him I'm not at home" Kurt pleaded.

"O.K" Finn sounded embarrassed like the last thing he wanted was getting involved.

As he expected, Blaine also tried Kurt's cellphone, Kurt saw that he left him a voice message as he stepped out of the house.

He entered his car and pressed the button to hear it.

"Kurt" Blaine sounded cooler than ever. "What's up? Wanna go to a movie this weekend? Call me back"

'Better show this to Rachel and Mercedes too' he thought to himself.

He drove to Rachel's house, and the anxiety followed him there.

***

"Rachel, why aren't you dressed?" he was shocked as he saw Rachel opening the door in her pajamas.

"Come in Kurt. There was a bit of a plan change" she was actually pretty enthused about something. Kurt didn't understand.

"Sit down" she pointed on the couch in her living room. "Want some?" she handed over to him some of the popcorn that was on the coffee table.

"No thanks" he shared a little smile of apologize.

"Look" Rachel spoke so fast he didn't even had a chance to say a word in between.

"We both decided that it's stupid and pointless for you to go just anywhere looking for a date. You need some kind of gay hangout"

'But why did you decide that without telling me?' he thought and the answer was obvious even to him – so he wouldn't have time to refuse.

"I thought about it, but there's this problem that I'm underage-" he tried to object, Nervous from the thought of him being carded in a gay bar.

"I found the perfect place for you" she picked a piece of paper and handed it to him. Kurt read the address on the paper.

"It's a gay club that has a 16+ nights?"

"Yeah, it's a place for you to meet other people. It's not supposed to be scary. Mercedes and I are less likely to fit in there, but you'll meet there a lot of guys in your age"

"Fine. I'll go" he rested his hands on his knees.

"I know you'll be fine! Just take a few seconds to overcome the embarrassment before you go in, Oh, and try to repeat in your head like a mantra 'I'm amazing, I'm sexy' that usually helps!" she winked.

Kurt laughed "I'm not sure that's what will work for me"

"Then stop being unsure once and for all" she calmed him by laying her hands on his.

"I'm not going to sleep anytime soon so just feel free to call me until 2am, Oh and if you need encouragement – don't hesitate. That's what friends are for"

Kurt kissed Rachel goodbye, and entered his black Jeep car.

He knew this place, but that didn't change the fact that he was terrified to go inside. Especially with the girls bailing out like this…

'I'm doing this for me, I want to prove to myself that I do have the courage' he thought while driving on the highway.

It took him almost twenty minutes to get to the place, and another half an hour to dare and get out of the car.

He only hoped that he will have the courage to hit on other men, and decided that from now on – he believes in himself.

Kurt entered the place: it was loud and crowded as he expected. At first sight he thought the place is full and all the seats are taken. He was almost about to give up when a staff member approached him and whispered to him "there's a seat on the bar, cutie. Loosen up" he followed the man and saw him entering the bar to prepare drinks. "It's your first time here, right?"

"um, no" he tried to sound confident, like he promised himself he will.

"Want me to take your order?"

"No. No, um. Maybe just a glass of water?"

"Coming right up, kid. So..are you waiting for someone here?" the bartender showed special interest in Kurt and decided to keep talking with him while serving orders to other costumers.

"Are you single?" the man asked.

Kurt considered his words "Actually, yes"

"Oh that's so cute"

Kurt blushed.

"Most of the guys here are singles too, I can offer you this guy" he pointed at the teenager that sat in the far corner, drinking something with a lot of ice. "Go talk to him!"

The guy's face was buried in the darkness and Kurt couldn't see his facial features.

"Thanks. I'll think about it" Kurt decided to wait for the guy to lift his head.

"No.no! By the time you're done thinking about it, he'll be gone. Go now without thinking!" he ordered.

"I can't" Kurt shook his head. "I know I shouldn't make a big deal out of it but it doesn't feel right"

"Yes you can! Don't say you can't do something you haven't tried, come on! Now get up!"

Kurt stood up. Clutching his bag in his hands and walked slowly and cautiously towards the man.

"Excuse me" Kurt forced himself into speaking. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Hell you can!" the guy laughed "is this your first time here?"

'Why does everyone keep saying that to me? Do I have a sticker on my face with the word 'pathetic'?' Kurt was really annoyed.

"No, it's not. What your n-" Kurt was shocked that he didn't even finished his sentence. The guy had a huge tattoo of what seemed like a daemon on his left arm.

He returned back to the bartender as he heard laughter raging behind him.

"I have to go, how much for the water I ordered?" he asked in a hurry

"It's tap water, it's on the house" he said in a tone of 'wasn't that obvious'

"Thanks and goodbye" Kurt said from afar, searching for the exit.

"Wait, kid!" some guy he didn't know called him kid, and that was by far, the most humiliating word anyone could ever call him.

'I'm not gonna answer' the tears were starting to settle in his eyes, he held them back until he got to his car.

***

'How was it?' Kurt saw Rachel's text message when he walked the parking lot.

He decided to call her back from his car "not the place for me" he concluded.

"What happened?" she asked half asleep.

"Just didn't see anyone there who'd fit for me"

"I see, don't get upset. You'll find your prince somewhere else" she said softly like a mother

Kurt decided to evade from talking about what has happened to him in the bar. It was still to fresh and too painful.

"Rachel, only you can understand how broken I feel. I was so secure when we were best friends and now I think he's looking for more than that-"

The Black car entered the highway and Rachel spoke to him from the Handsfree.

"Look, the most reasonable thing to do right now is to let it go for the time being. See if you can live without him"

'I wish what I said now could have actually made sense' Rachel thought as the image of Finn rose in her mind. 'I have to cheer him up somehow'

"I think that if he really is in love with you and you're not just a one night stand he'll keep trying to reach you" she explained.

"I agree. But I wish I knew why he lied to me-"

"Who knows what's going through his mind, what you told me today still sounds unbelievable. But think about yourself first, just take your time to decide, you know, make sure you really love him although his actions"

Rachel changed back the subject "So you consider tonight to be a bad or a good experience. You know, since you didn't find anyone..not even a friend"

'Maybe he didn't try too hard' she thought.

"All I can say is that I'm glad I went there since the next visit won't be my first time anymore" he actually did mean what he said "I'll know how to get along"

The black Jeep slowed down as he entered his driveway.

"I'm home Rachel, thanks for talking to me"

"I hope that cheered you up a bit. Goodnight"

Kurt checked the watch in his car: it was 2:45 AM. He stepped out of his car, locked it and put his leather jacket back on.

He was searching for the right key in the bundle to open his house when he saw a black figure on the lawn of his neighbors.

A man slightly older than him was sitting on his house entrance stairs, embracing his knees with his hands.

Kurt came closer to him and stared at him to see what he's doing there, and was surprised to see that he didn't move at all. He thought about the option of ignoring him and going to bed but then recalled all the times that he was in distress and no one even noticed that he's calling for help.

'You're always the most desperate when you're calling silently for help' he thought.

He reached the fence that surrounded the lawn and drew the man's attention "Is everything alright?"

"Kurt" the man stood up surprised while Kurt tried to match his familiar face to a name.

'Let's see, he's tall, has short black hair and bristles, and the other roommate he's living with is called Tracy' he tried to search the past in his head as fast as he can. 'He's still waiting for me, better say something.'

"Hi, you seem like something's bothering you. So I thought I'd better-" the man interrupted immediately.

"Yes, something did happen but I'm not really in a mood to talk about it. You don't really know me, so.."

"I may not know you Thomas, but I understand you must be feeling very uncomfortable right now. You're eyes are all red from crying and you look stressed"

"Tracy just broke up with me, twenty minutes ago. I don't even know why" he threw his hands in the air recklessly.

"Oh, no! I'm so sorry" he said a bit shocked.

" I wanted some time alone to think about it because she didn't say a thing that might've explained this! How am I supposed to know what happened?"

"Let's go into your house. I'll make you a cup of coffee" Thomas nodded and stood up.

'What a mess. No wonder she wanted to leave' was Kurt's first though as he entered. He gazed at the messy living room: books, papers, clothes, everything was scattered on the floor. The T.V was still on showing a late-night sitcom, and the paintings on the walls were the complete opposite, Kurt thought they were beautiful.

In the kitchen, above the dining table was a painting of a colorful peacock that tried to make his way between hundreds of other peacocks that were drawn only in black and white only.

"It's beautiful" he pointed at the painting "did you draw it?"

"Yes, it took me months" Thomas said proudly and sat down on a chair

Kurt approached to the kettle in order to put it on, but Thomas stopped him "I know where everything is, let me make it"

He stood up and took out from an upper cabinet two mugs "how much sugar do you want?"

"I rather you make one for yourself first" Kurt suggested.

"It doesn't matter, O.K, So Kurt, tell me what'cha doing now? Still in high school, right?"

"Yes" he answered as if he's not so happy about it.

"You seem so anxious, lighten up. Don't look at me as a grown up just cause I'm five years older than you. Actually don't think about anything, you've just agreed to participate with me in the weirdest conversation ever : two people who barely know each other pour their hearts. It's even better than a psychologist, huh?"

'He's wrecked from the inside, just like me'

"So… have you tried calling her?" Kurt really wanted to cheer the man. And not just because a sparkle in him will light Kurt's heart too, but also because he liked the new "self" he just made up. Now he's strong. Helping people out is better than being deprived and getting everyone's mercy.

"Yes, and she's obviously evading from answering" Thomas muttered.

'Just like me'

"How about asking any of her friends if they know?" Kurt suggested.

"It 2 AM, I'd rather not call anyone. Just need to find a way to pass the night"

'Tryin' to banish the same thoughts every night'

"You were really in love with her?" Kurt asked tenderly.

"Huh? what a wierd question" he regretted his words when he saw the expression on Kurt's face. "Sorry. Well, I was going to propose to her in a few weeks from now.."

'Blaine Warbbler – would you like to-'

"Can't believe this is happening" he leaned his forehead on his hand.

"I'm guessing you did something that hurt her feelings"

'Fireplace burning with rage and passion'

An awkward silence. Kurt nodded immediately in order to conceal the fact he wasn't really listening.

"O.K I'll ask it more bluntly, did you cheat on her?" Kurt said seriously

"No!" Thomas said and then settled into thoughts.

"Did you do anything that she might interpret as cheating?" Kurt sighed.

"You understand women pretty well don't you?" Tomas smirked and came to the realization. "Are you gay?" he asked tactlessly and rushed to add. "Not that I have a problem with that"

"Yes, I am" he answered proudly, brushing his hair.

Thomas thought about the whole thing for a few seconds and then decided to change a subject "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"I knew you'd say that" he exhaled and added "but no worries, I'm not hitting on you"

"Good"

"And no I don't have a boyfriend" Kurt put both cups in the sink and started washing them.

"But you're in love with someone" Thomas guessed.

"How'd you know?" he said surprised.

"There's this weird gleam in your eyes as if you're yearning for something impossible"

'I wonder if Blaine saw that 'gleam' thing'

"Well the gleam must be mistaken, because I'm so over him"

"That's what we all say, so I'm not buying. Come on. Who is he?"

Kurt wasn't sure that he wants to get into all the private details.

"Sorry I'm worn out, how about we talk about it tomorrow? I want to know how it ended up with your girlfriend"

"No problem. Kurt Hummel, right? I'll add you on Facebook"

Kurt headed towards the door.

"Kurt, thanks for the support. It's not obvious that someone has the patience to hear you out. Goodnight"

Kurt left the house and thought of Thomas whose going to sleep alone in his bed, turning over a hundred times to each side, because of things he doesn't understand.

'Just like me'

***

Dear Diary,

It's 4 AM and I'm still unable to sleep. Paul suggested coming over to my house tonight but it just didn't feel right. I think that he's fallen in love with me and I'm only making it worse for him since I gave myself in to him. I feel like I can only be truly honest here, saying that I had no intentions to take advantage of him.

I have to admit it was the best experience I've had in my life so far, and I do tend to take risks. But I have to make the decision if I should end this between us or not.

'I'll still have other partners, even without him' he thought to himself.

'Problem is. The more I do it, the weaker I feel in retrospect'

He continued to write: I'm afraid that I am already addicted. I crave the feeling of being desired, and the passion of others towards me is the fuel that empowers me.

Now's my time to decide if I can live without all this, Kurt.

You seem so far away right now: looking at me with empty eyes, like I don't exist, ignoring me at school, deleting my text messages. I wish I hadn't tried to help you.

Just trying to figure out what you want…

***

'Another gloomy afternoon' Kurt gazed outside from the windows.

The lunch break was about to end, which means he should be going now to a rehearsal of the Warblers.

The meeting started off with the usual discussion about songs for regionals. Kurt could barely hear what they were saying in the conversation. Every single thought in is head was about the best way to ignore Blaine, and about keeping a serious frown on his face as long as he's near.

Blaine kept smiling to his direction all the time, but Kurt kept his facial expressions locked tight, as if he isn't noticing him.

When Kurt saw everyone raising their hands in total consensus he quickly raised his too, he didn't want anyone to ask him what's his opinion about something he wasn't listening to.

They all tried to sing together the new song that was elected, luckily Kurt knew it's lyrics.

The three seniors that were in the council started giving the right beat to help all the rest join along as the accompaniment for Blaine who started singing the lead.

"Once I was a selfish fool, who never understood, never looked inside myself though on the outside, I looked good!" he pointed on himself with his hands while singing.

The other members of the Warblers started making up the right choreography around him while humming and repeating his last words.

"Then we met and you made me the man I am today, baby I'm in love with you no matter what you say" Kurt couldn't help being impressed by the way Blaine changed the words to fit in for him.

He also noticed that Blaine didn't sing like any other singer, he was more of a leader. He felt like each word that Blaine was singing was also a hint as to what should happen next. Somehow without planning it, everyone understood that they should turn around Blaine, who was now sitting on the black couch, starting the chorus.

"Without love life is like the seasons with no summer without love life is rock 'n' roll without a drummer" Blaine kept building the song into his climax.

'I wish I had half of his charisma' though David 'No one else can hold such hard song that effortlessly'

"Baby, I'll be yours forever 'cause I never wanna be without love love love. Promise, never set me free. No, I ain't lyin' never set me free, No, no, no!"

'Am I just falling for him?' Jeff wondered while singing in the background 'I've never felt like this, like I want to be close to him and get to really know him. He's just singing. So why am I feeling so good about myself?'

"If I'm left without my babydoll I don't know what I'll do, I think I've got to break out so that I can get my hands on you" the choreography became more dramatic, and Blaine managed somehow to sing while hopping around between everyone.

Blaine leaned his back on the desk of the council, singing from a state of trance
"And girl, if I can't touch you and I'm gonna lose control, honey you're my black white knight I've found my blue-eyed soul"

Kurt didn't want to stay aside, because everyone will notice that, so he sang silently with all the rest, refusing to give himself totally to the enchantment everyone else was in.

'I don't know what's going in his head, but he's gonna rule the world someday with that over-confident attitude' Kurt though although he didn't want to admit it.

The song was about to end and everyone joined Blaine in the last chorus "Darling you have best believed me, never leave me without love"

On the last second of the song, Kurt felt unexpected warmth rising from his shoulders and running through his veins. He didn't flinch when he saw it was Blaine's arm. He was too confused, and therefore from an expression of enjoyment he changed immediately his face to total emptiness.

'That's right Blaine, I can be unreadable' he thought for a moment.

"That was a successful rehearsal guys" Wes concluded. "It's still not decided whether we'll pick this song for regionals or not, so I want you all to think of other options for tomorrow's meeting" he raised his hands as a sign that everyone's dismissed.

Kurt hurried to step into the corridor but Blaine stood in front of him.

"Kurt, we have to talk. It can't go on like this. I've called you and texted you and now I ask you to spare me a minute so I can apologize" Kurt didn't answer.

Blaine didn't let it show, but he was definitely wrecked from the mean way Kurt stared him right it the eyes.

'He looks at me as if I've done something awful. I don't get it. Everyone else said what I did was a masterpiece'

"O.K, talk" Kurt sputtered

"You know, I really care about you, and I'm sorry if I have ever done anything that hurt you" he searched inside Kurt a place of emotion, he wanted to light it on so it will spread inside him and replace the madness in his eyes and his clenched mouth.

"Sorry, I don't believe you" Kurt muttered and ran towards the stairs without even waiting for an answer.

'Now I'm positive, there must be something else he found about me. I wonder which of my secrets he revealed.'

***

When he returned back home, Kurt opened his Facebook to see if someone tagged him in a picture or wrote on his wall.

'Thomas added me' he noticed immediately.

He decided to write him a private message: "I'm waiting to hear from you if you managed to contact Tracy or not, or if you're still bummed".

Kurt also decided to peek in his profile, and he saw a lot of pictures of him with his ex-girlfriend.

'Is it certain he's not gay? Or at least bi? He seems like such a romantic guy '

***

Dear Diary,

I've decided I'm not giving up on Kurt. I really feel we're inseparable and it's mainly my fault that he won't speak to me. He probably knows about me and Paul, but I'm going to make it up to him. He wants romance and that's what he'll get. I won't take no for an answer.

***

Thomas signed onto Facebook chat.

"Kurt thanks for cheering me up yesterday, I was so pleased when you said you like my paintings it actually distracted me a bit from my problems" he wrote and added a smiley.

"You clearly have talent" he answered. "Did you hear from her?"

"Yeah, she didn't answer me herself but I called her best friend and she's staying at her apartment. Her friend said she doesn't want to see me anytime soon, because she's having a nervous breakdown, I'm indefinite if it's a good idea to go and see her against her will. She wouldn't let me in anyway" Kurt read the whole paragraph and replied fast.

"Maybe you should leave her alone for 2 or 3 days until she calms down a bit. There's nothing you can do right now even if you did know her reasons to act like this"

"You may be right. I'm starting to think it's lost since she wrote in her status that she's no longer in a relationship"

"Guess this must mean she's very serious about this" Kurt implied

"Man, you've helped me so much. I want to thank you somehow, wanna hangout somewhere?" surprised and confused Kurt wrote that he agrees.

"Too bad strip club is out of the question. It could have been very helpful right now"

'If I thought he's romantic I'm taking it back!' Kurt thought.

***

"Hi, um, I'm here for Kurt" it took Burt about ten seconds to inspect the man from top to bottom: He wore a white shirt and black pants, his shoes were polished and a bouquet of roses was in his hands.

"He left about an hour ago. Blaine, right?" Burt remembered how he visited him in his garage a few weeks ago.

"Yes sir" he nodded

"You want to come in and wait for him?"

"Do you know when he's supposed to come back?" Blaine inquired "Or where did he went?"

"Yeah, he mentioned something about going to the mall. But I really have to ask you what's going on." Burt seemed a bit worried.

"Kurt told me you two aren't together"

"Well, he didn't lie" Blaine smiled shyly. "Oh, the roses? Well, I like your son and I hope we can get together" he saw a threatening gaze in his eyes and added "Of course, if that's O.K with you"

Burt took a deep breath "I just want him to be happy, if that's included, I approve" he still looked serious.

"I'm glad to hear. Well I'm gonna look for him…so..thank you and goodbye" Blaine waved to him and stepped into his car.

***

"Man, I can't believe you're winning this thing" Thomas commented when Kurt threw his last ball and unsurprisingly knocked down all the pins.

"I used to play bowling with my dad since I was a kid, so you can say I'm experienced" Kurt said with satisfaction and pride.

"You were supposed to cheer me up. I want a rematch!" Thomas complained.

"It's just a game. Loosen up"

Thomas wondered if Kurt's always been perky like this.

"You wanna grab something to eat?" Kurt suggested.

"Umm" Thomas hesitated "I wanted to visit the arcade too"

"We'll go there later! Let's eat while it's still open here" he insisted.

The two of them bought Hot dogs and fries and sat down in the nearest table.

"Now it's your turn to tell me about that love of yours" Thomas leaned forward with his head and placed his hands on the table.

'And he likes gossip! What a weird straight!'

"O.K, are you sure you want to hear about my love life?" he said as if it's really boring.

Somehow Thomas managed to eat and speak without choking "Why not? Maybe I'll have an idea how to help you out with that guy you're trying to forget"

"Right, just don't ever tell this to anyone else" Kurt lowered his voice.

Thomas nodded in response.

Kurt told him his story, but left aside the details he preferred to forget.

"Problem is, he's popular, too popular among other men. Maybe he just wants me on the list of people he's been with" Kurt's voice became even lower and lighter, and almost cracked in the end of his explanation.

"Well, it really is complicated. But you should try being with him, I mean, what the hack? Maybe you'll end up seeing that he's a lousy kisser" Thomas laughed.

"No. I actually know from a very reliable source that he's a great kisser" Kurt added. "But that's not what I care about. I'm not sure you can understand me but I think I love his soul, so I don't care about the physical" he blushed.

"So what are you planning to do about it?" Thomas tried to be practical.

"Nothing, he can't be with me and with another man at the same time" said Kurt sincerely.

"Don't you think you're acting stupid? At first you tell me he's your soulmate, and then you're saying you won't be doing anything about it?"

"All I'm saying is that I need some more time to think about it" Kurt was waiting for Thomas to finish eating.

"Most importantly, I need to see if I can trust him again, because he lied to me"

They both got up from their seats, took the leftovers to the trash and continued walking to the Arcade.

Kurt wasn't a big fan of videogames, but he was so grateful inside him for spending time with Thomas that he didn't mind playing all these manly games where he had to shoot as many people as he can or drive a race car as fast as possible. He finally had a good time with a friend, like he hasn't had in a long time.

After an hour of playing they earned a bunch of tokens and went to redeem their prize.

"I don't want any of the prizes, take whatever you like" Thomas said.

"Oh, can I choose the bunny?" Kurt said half laughing and half serious, waiting for approval for that unmanly prize.

***

'He's standing there with some other guy, and he's handing him a big doll. Who's this guy he's hanging out with?' Blaine stood at the entrance of the place and gazed at them.

'Kurt's tapping on his back, as some sort of appreciation. Are they together?' Blaine changed a spot and followed them, peeking through the outside windows.

***

'Bingo! Mister Warbler's peeking at me' Kurt smirked.

'Now we're tie' a feeling of a total triumph caused him to shiver, he finally felt that he's starting to get over that unforgettable moment.

"Kurt Why are you hugging me?" Thomas resented but he didn't move away. "I guess you didn't know that men never hug each other in public?" Thomas tried to understand.

"I did know that, I'm not so much younger than you" Kurt preached "But I swear it was for a good cause" he apologized.

"You're creeping me out, let's go back home before someone sees us together" he whispered to his ear.

"I think he already did" Kurt said like a winner.

***