The week passed by too quickly and Blaine found himself waking up in his bedroom at his parents' house Saturday morning. The smell of bacon wafted through the house and he knew his mother would be coming up shortly to announce breakfast. He rolled himself out of bed and rubbed his eyes.

He looked at the clock. 8:00AM. So much for sleeping in, he thought. Blaine grabbed his phone off the charger and sent Kurt a text.

B- Sorry if this wakes you. I'm being dragged to my parents country club, but I'll call you when I get home. Love you.

K- Best way to wake up ever! A text from you : ) Are country clubs even a little bit fun?

Blaine smiled at the immediate response. B- Not for me. Things are better when you're around.

K- I miss you. When will you be back at Dalton?

B- I miss you too. A lot. Sunday evening. Why don't you join us for dinner?

K- Aww you want to introduce your effeminate friend to your parents? Lol

B- No, I want to introduce my boyfriend to my idiot and closed minded parents. I'm telling them tonight.

K- Really? You really don't have to.

B-Yes I do. I love you and I'm not ashamed. They have to know sometime and I think after a day at the country club is perfect timing. ; )

K- Because I would LOVE to meet your family the day after they find out that their perfect son, who has a single bedroom, is now dating. They'll think I'm a deviant.

B- I'm not the perfect son. Jared is. And I'll make sure to tell them not to judge you because I'm the pitcher and you're the catcher. LOL

K- Blaine!

Blaine pictured Kurt blushing a bright red and wished he were there to touch it. B-Kidding : ) I wouldn't do that. Please think about dinner at Dalton with me?

K- I'll think about it. I miss you.

Blaine's mother walked in his room without knocking and caught him smiling at his phone. "Oh! You're up." She smiled. "What are you smiling at?"

"Someone sent me a funny text." He quickly typed in "I miss you. Love you lots" into his phone and followed his mother downstairs for breakfast.

At the Country Club

Blaine's favorite activity at the Country Club was to swim because he didn't have to interact with anyone if he didn't want to and it wasn't considered rude. Also, he could take as long as he wanted in the pool house and avoid more people. He'd been at the pool doing laps for almost two hours when he was getting tired and thought to take a shower in the pool house before finding an old friend to have lunch with. He thought he saw Mindy, the first person he ever told he was gay to, earlier with a tennis racket in her hand. Maybe I'll go find her.

Blaine had just accepted a towel from the towel boy and wiped his face and hair when he heard his mother calling his name. He turned to look and acknowledge that he heard her with the towel to his chest. There was another woman and a muscular teen standing with her. The teen looked familiar, but he couldn't tell from this distance. His mother was waving him over. He nodded his head and hurried to where he left his clothes.

Blaine quickly towel dried himself, took his goggles off of his neck and threw his polo shirt and tennis shorts over his black speedo shorts. He grabbed his tennis shoes and socks and decided to wait to put them on because he didn't want to keep his mother waiting too long.

The closer he got, he realized he did know who the teen was. The muscular, model like figure, the dark brown hair that made him look like Collin Ferrell; it was James. Why is he here? he thought. He wanted to groan or roll his eyes, or better yet, he wanted to walk the other direction, but knew that would be rude and couldn't upset or embarrass his mother. So, he walked over with his shoes hanging from one hand and smiled like a good boy.

"Blaine, Sweetheart, this is Mrs. Ackerman and her son James. I believe you too go to school together."

"Uh, yes we do. Actually we're both in the Warblers together as well. Good to see you, James." Ugh. I want to throw up. "Nice to meet you Mrs. Ackerman. That's a beautiful necklace. Tiffany's, right?" He stole a glance at his mother and smirked when he saw her stiffen a little. Blaine thought of Kurt. He only recognized the necklace as Tiffany's because two weeks ago Kurt was looking at the catalogue and he pointed out how tacky it looked for a Tiffany's piece.

"Yes!" Mrs. Ackerman beamed. "My husband gave it to me for my birthday last month."

"Well, happy birthday! Twenty-nine right?" Blaine mused.

Mrs. Ackerman giggled and her cheeks flushed. "Oh please! Twenty-five. I'm not that old!"

Blaine chuckled along with her, wanting to kick his own ass for acting so fake.

"Mom," he said turning to her. "I told Jared I'd meet him for lunch. Would you like me to order anything for you to be brought out?"

"Oh, no sweetie, but thank you for asking." His mother turned to the others. "Jared is out oldest son." Blaine was sure that she added that bit in there just incase Mrs. Ackerman thought Jared was a boy Blaine had been dating, but after his necklace comment and her knowing her own son was a homosexual, he was sure she knew he was a fan of men.

"It was really nice meeting you, Mrs. Ackerman. James, I'll see you at school." He made motion to leave and find Jared because now he'd have to actually have lunch with him. "Blaine, the Ackerman's are new to the club. Why don't you take James with you and introduce him around?"

Shit! Fuck! No! Bad idea! "Uh, sh-sure," he stammered. "Oh, um, Mom can I talk to you for a second?" He smiled to pretend it wasn't anything.

"Of course, honey. Excuse us for a minute."

Blaine escorted his mother out of ear distance and kept his back to the Ackerman's in case they could see him. He glared at his mother. "Why would you do that? I can't fucking stand that guy."

"Blaine, watch your mouth!" she whispered sternly.

"I hope you know that you just set me up on a lunch date with a homo."

"Blaine!" she shifted her eyes around to see if anyone had heard her son.

"What? I've played nice. I've been the model son, but James is horrid. He can't keep his eyes off me and I've been really lucky up until now, no thanks to you, to keep a distance from him."

"I think you're wrong about him. He's charming and doesn't seem gay at all." She mouthed the word gay as if her tongue would burn if she actually said it.

"Mom, he hit on me and tried to kiss me in public the first day I met him. He's gay."

"Shh! Don't say things like that here. I already invited him to go with you, so now you have to take him so his mother doesn't think anything. Just surround yourself with people if you don't want to be alone with him. Oh! And don't go swimming again around him; you in your speedo attracts too much attention."

Blaine twisted his mouth in anger, his lips taught. Is she really that stupid? Does she really think that me in less clothing is really going to stop him from staring. "You owe me," was all he said. "Tell him I'll be right back. I'm going to change my clothes in the pool house." He stomped off, trying to relax his face. Just wait, he thought. She'll love finding out tonight that her youngest son is in love with that beautiful boy her husband referred to as "that queen."

Blaine walked as calmly into the pool house as he could manage. His old friend Mindy was in there surrounded by an array of giggling girls. "Hi, Blaine," they all chirped in unison.

"Ladies," he greeted smoothly. He gave Mindy a hug and a kiss on the cheek, to the jealousy of the other girls. She asked him what was new in his life. His expression looked like it was weighing between telling her the goodness of having a boyfriend and the unpleasantness of having to escort James around, but he settled for: "I'll call you later. There's a lot to say."

He waved to the other girls and waltzed into the men's bathroom to take a quick shower and change his clothes back into the khaki dress pants, white polo shirt, and members only blazer that he wore to the club.

The shower stalls were equipped with designer shampoos and conditioners. Blaine lagged in the shower for only five minutes before finishing in the shower and draped the towel that hung on the stall door around his waist. He jumped, startled, when he opened the door. James was waiting outside the stall for him, sitting on a bench.

He glowered at James as he watched his eyes rake over his half naked body, dripping with water; a small grin plastered across his face.

"Do people actually respond to being looked at like that? Because it's not flattering, it's creepy."

"See, that's your problem. Can't take a compliment. I was just thinking about licking every last water droplet off your body and all you can think is how that wouldn't be copasetic."

"I have a boyfriend."

"Yeah, I know. To what's-her-face."

"Kurt. His name is Kurt."

"Are you a prude with Kurt too, or just me?"

"I'm not a prude, I just don't believe in cheating and if I did, it wouldn't be with you." Blaine made his way over to his locker that contained his clothes, James followed.

"Why?"

"Why?" Blaine emphasized. James looked at him unbelieving and nodded his head. "You're not my type. You're too forward and-" he thought of Thad and how Kurt called him predatory. "-and I like being pursued and not stampeded."

James got a little closer. "Why not? Stampeding you could be fun."

Blaine took a large step back. "Can you please wait in the other room? I'd prefer you not watch me get dressed."

James took one more look at Blaine's damp body and nodded. "Don't know what you're missing," he hollered on his way out.

Blaine had changed and, as promised, escorted James around, introducing him to other people their age. He watched as James charmed the pants off every girl and guy, straight or not, and was stunned to find that when the focus was not hitting on Blaine, James was actually fun to be around.

By mid afternoon, he found himself laughing and chatting about random stuff in a deserted lounge room with just James.

"I have to say that you look so different out of your Dalton Uniform," James mused.

"I don't normally wear this either," Blaine gestured to his outfit. "Khaki and polo shirts aren't exactly my thing."

"You don't like country club life, do you?"

Blaine thought before answering. "I'm sure it has it's perks, but not really. I'm not pro anything that doesn't let you act accordingly to who you are."

"But isn't that what being part of a Country Club is about?"

"Hardly, but I'll bite. What's your take?"

"People here; I can't speak for all clubs, but this one at least- people are filthy rich and they act accordingly."

"You mean, stuck up and fake?"

"Who says it's fake? Maybe plastic is who they are. And I think you play the gay card too much. Acting gay is just a stereotype. These people don't act straight, they're just them. And, for the record, being gay isn't who you are; it's what you are. Acting like you isn't going to change anything. They're straight and they're not having sex in the middle of the patio. You're gay, if you came out to all of them, would you fuck some dude in front of them just to 'act gay'?"

Blaine narrowed his eyes. He didn't want to admit out loud that James was right. "I think this is the first real conversation we've had."

"I'm not a complete jerk."

"I never said you were."

"I think I overheard some guys say they were headed to the tennis courts, wanna go?"

Blaine sighed. "Sure. Why not. It's not like I have anything else to do."

James flashed a smile. "Alight, let's go." James put his arm around Blaine's shoulders and guided him to walk.

Blaine quickly removed himself from James' arm. "Um. No. Don't do that."

James gave him a what the hell look. "Why? I was being friendly."

"No. Friendly is patting someone on the back and you've hit on me before. Don't confuse us getting along with me accepting your advances. I'm still with Kurt."

"For now," James said under his breath.

"What was that?" Blaine said, getting annoyed. He did hear what James said and was pissed, but wanted to see if James had the balls to repeat himself.

He did. "I said: For now."

Blaine glared at him incredulously. "You're an asshole. Why would you say something like that? You don't know anything about my relationship with Kurt."

"I know enough to know that teen relationships don't last. The term "high-school sweetheart" is a dying one."

Blaine had no rebuttal. Why did he have to make comments that no one could argue with? "Why do you have be like that? You cut my relationship down whenever I reject you. This isn't a way to win me over, if that's what you're trying to do. What's it to you if Kurt and I last or not? You don't know him and you barely know me."

"What do you even see in him? I thought you were into guys. Kurt might as well be a chick with a dick."

Blaine's anger rose faster than he could think and with a clenched fist, Blaine swung and connected his fist with James' jaw. James stumbled back and tripped over his own feet, landing with his back on the floor. Blaine quickly stood above him and grabbed onto his shirt, pulling James close to his face. "You listen good, James. I effing love that guy and your opinions of him are wrong. Believe me when I say he is all man and my favorite part of the day is when his cum explodes down my throat. It's the sweetest thing you will never taste. You get between me and Kurt and I will end you." He released James' shirt and shoved him back to the floor. Blaine stomped over to retrieve his members only blazer and threw the handkerchief from the breast pocket at James. "Wipe your mouth. Your lip is bleeding." Without another word, he huffed out of the room, thankful that no one was around to see their discourse.