Blaine had to be home by eight o'clock, but Kurt took Blaine home early because the Warblers had practice. They would have let them stay, but Kurt was a New Directions member and he had all of his memory in tact. Both boys walked back to Kurt's car with a smile on their face. After the crying in the hallway, they both had a really good time. Well, it was great up until Kurt noticed just how much Sebastian flirted with Blaine. Most of it was cheesy and meant to be obvious, but it still made Kurt feel awkward because even though Blaine and him weren't together it was weird listening to someone make advances towards his boyfriend. But then again, Blaine wasn't Kurt's boyfriend.

That got Kurt thinking. Now that Blaine knew he was attracted to men, did that mean that Blaine was ready to be propositioned in terms of a relationship or dating? Or was it still too soon for him to be in a romantic relationship versus a supportive one? Either way, he hated the idea that someone else, who wasn't as caring about timing as Kurt was, would try to scoop Blaine up before Kurt could. Because it wasn't like Blaine was unattractive, because he was drop dead gorgeous, and it wasn't like Sebastian didn't make it obvious that he was interested, especially since would purposely touch Blaine at any chance he got. If anything, as nice as Sebastian was, it made him competition. Perhaps even more so because he was so nice.

He came to the conclusion, for now, that when Blaine is ready to date, Blaine would be forward enough to tell the person he wanted to be with that he was interested. Kurt's only problem was that he wanted it to be him. How do I keep myself in the position I'm in, not get into the friend-zone, and assure myself the future position of boyfriend? He had to think back to before they started dating the first time. Kurt reminded himself that they were, in fact, friends once and not always lovers. Though Kurt was always interested and in love with Blaine, Blaine was not always that aware of his feelings for Kurt. It took months and a pet bird to die before Blaine realized his feelings for him.

Even after he told Blaine he liked him and Blaine said he just wanted to stay friends, nothing really changed. Well, Kurt stopped acting hopeful and started acting more relaxed because now he at least knew where he stood. Then, in an ironic twist, at a time he wasn't so sweet, Blaine suddenly changed his mind and said Kurt 'moved' him. Maybe, if he was lucky, it would happen again. Maybe all he had to do was just be himself and keep making Blaine feel comfortable and things will fall into place.

His doubt came from a place where he thought that when it came to Sebastian and his niceness, he would make Blaine feel special and butterflies would fill his stomach for sure. The question was, did Blaine want to feel special or comfortable?

He glanced at the clock on his dashboard. Six o'clock. Blaine didn't have to be home until eight. He could probably be out later if Kurt told his parents that he was with him. Screw this, Kurt thought. I'm getting a head start. Sebastian isn't taking him from me.

"You haven't had dinner yet, have you?" Kurt asked, already knowing the answer because he was with him all afternoon.

"No."

Kurt smiled. It was a wonderful feeling to finally have a moment again where nothing seemed to be wrong and they were just them and together. "Are you hungry? We can go get something to eat."

"I don't have any money." Blaine made a face that was apologetic, but mostly because he wanted to have dinner with Kurt and not at home.

"I didn't ask if you had money. I asked if you were hungry." Kurt's smile remained on his face. He was joking, but in all seriousness, he didn't mind paying. He and Blaine always swapped on who paid for dates. Would that make it a date if I paid? Kurt wondered.

"You paid for coffee yesterday and you drove all the way here. I don't want to make you pay for me."

"Don't think about it then. I don't mind paying." Think of it like a date, he thought happily.

"I really don't want to inconvenience you."

"Do I look inconvenienced?"

"No?"

"I'm not. Now where should we eat?"

"Pizza?" Blaine asked.

"Pizza? You know, in the past year that I've known you, you've never once suggested pizza."

"Is that bad?"

"No. It's just funny to me."

"Oh ok."

"Well there is this really good organic pizza place that makes flatbread pizza just outside of our neighborhood."

"How close do you live from my house?"

"Only a couple blocks. Ten minute walk at most."

"Nice."

Kurt smiled again. "Why?"

"Because when I know how to get there, I can just come over and not wait for you to come see me."

This made Kurt smile wider. He was almost speechless.

"Wow. That made me sound incredibly needy," Blaine emphasized.

"No. It's fine. It's cute actually."

"Cute? I just made it sound like I wanted to come see you whenever I thought about you and, by extension, it sounded like I think about you all the time."

Kurt really REALLY wanted to ask if Blaine did think about him all the time, but he didn't want to push it. "Doesn't everybody?" he joked.

Blaine was blushing. He already knew that he thought about Kurt way more than he thought he should, but didn't want to admit it. "Music?"

"Yeah! We used to sing in the car at the top of our lungs all the time. My ipod's in my center consol." He pulled it out and handed it to Blaine. "Pick whatever you want."

"I found this band on my Ipod the other day. I really like them."

"You always say that."

"I just haven't found anything I don't like yet. I guess I have good taste then." He smiled and Blaine knew he was kidding.

"You know, I haven't heard you sing in a while."

"You and everyone else keeps telling me I have a good voice."

"That's because you do. You don't think so?"

"It's not that. Maybe I'm a little self conscious."

"Don't be. You're amazing." Kurt clicked the lever to signal a turn. "I'll sing with you. Did you find the band you liked?"

"Yeah." Blaine tapped the Ipod for it to play and immediately Kurt inhaled silently, but sharply when he heard the beginning of the song.

Kurt was brought back to a memory as Blaine's dreamy baritone voice wafted into his ears.

I walked across and empty land

I knew the pathway like the back of my hand

"You're not singing," Blaine quickly stated and Kurt immediately joined in.

I felt the earth beneath my feet

Sat by the river and it made me complete

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?

I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.

So tell me when you're gonna let me in

I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

I came across a fallen tree

I felt the branches of it looking at me

Is this the place we used to love?

Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?

I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.

So tell me when you're gonna let me in.

I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.

And if you have a minute why don't we go

Talk about it somewhere only we know

This can be the end of everything

So why don't we go somewhere only we know

Somewhere only we know

And if you have a minute why don't we go

Talk about it somewhere only we know

This could be the end of everything

So why don't we go

So why don't we go

And if you have a minute why don't we go

Talk about it somewhere only we know

This could be the end of everything

So why don't we go

Somewhere only we know.

Somewhere only we know.

Somewhere only we know.

The song ended and went to the next one and Kurt smiled, closed mouthed and simple, blinking and dreaming of days gone by as he watched the road ahead of him. Things have to get better from here on out, he thought. He glanced over at Blaine, who apparently had forgotten that he was self conscious, and looked back at the road. How could they not?

"Can we listen to Katy Perry?" Blaine asked after a handful of songs played.

"Why are you asking? She's you're favorite, right?"

"Yeah, but we listen to her all the time and I didn't know if you're sick of her yet."

"I think I can handle listening to her one more time."

"Thank you!"

Maybe music was what kept the old Blaine alive for Kurt. Blaine liked all the same songs his former self did. Little things like that made Kurt think the old Blaine was still in there somewhere; he might've just been on vacation for a while. Kurt wasn't sure if reveling in Blaine's voice as he sang Teenage Dream was a good or bad thing because Kurt knew he shouldn't confuse Blaine singing their old song as Blaine's subconscious telling him that this was something important.

It wasn't until Blaine searched through the Ipod again and put on "Hey Soul Sister" followed by "Bills, Bills, Bills" that Kurt felt he had to say something. "Okay, is there something in particular that is making you pick these specific songs?"

"I like them. Why?"

"These are all things that the Warblers sang."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You didn't know?"

"No. Well, Hey Soul Sister I knew because I saw the video of us singing this at Sectionals last year. But the others… Seriously?"

"Seriously. It's eerily creepy how you just picked those ones out to sing."

"Creepy?"

"Not bad. Just mind boggling."

"I don't know. Do you remember me saying that some songs are easier for me to learn? Like sometimes I know the tune before I've heard the song. More recently it feels like I know the words, kind of. Like I get a d�j� vu feeling as I'm hearing it. It's only for certain songs though. It happened for these songs that way. I knew Bills Bills Bills immediately."

"Did you start jumping on furniture?" Kurt laughed, not knowing what to say about the music thing, but still feeling incredibly weird about it.

"Um… no. Why would you ask that?"

"Because you sort of had a habit of walking on the back of couches, standing on tables and chairs. You liked to jump on top of furniture while you sang. You let the music take you where ever it went. I was endearing and it motivated everyone to let themselves go too."

"I really liked music, didn't I?"

"It was your life." I was too, but let's not focus on that right now. He pulled into the pizza parlor and they walked in.

They sat at a table and Kurt sent a text to Blaine's dad telling him where they were and apologized if he brought him home late. Henry quickly sent a text back.

Henry: Is he okay? I can't believe his mother let him go after what happened at McKinley.

Kurt: Yes. He's better than I expected actually. He's happy. Dalton was great for him and the guys were amazing. I'll tell you more when I drop him off.

Kurt could tell that there might have been a fight between Henry and Beth over Beth letting Blaine go to Dalton, but he had to admit that he wouldn't have let him go either, even though it turned out to be a great experience for him. He decided to send one last text to Henry.

Kurt: I'll have him back after we're done with pizza. Don't worry. He's great.

Henry: Thanks Kurt. See you both in a bit.

"They put bacon on pizza?" Blaine asked with his nose in the menu.

"We are NOT putting bacon on our pizza," Kurt informed.

"Why not? I like it."

"I look good as a thin person, right? I didn't lose my baby fat and retain this bangin' body by eating bacon and things like the mountain of junk food the guys had at Dalton. Besides it clogs your arteries and I'm already predisposed to heart disease. My Dad proved that to me."

"One pizza with bacon, one time, isn't going to stop your heart, or make you lose your stunning figure."

"Stunning? Seriously, Blaine, who are you?"

They both laughed and looked back to the menu. "What do you want?"

"A Hawaiian pizza would be good if it mattered to you that bacon and ham come from the same animal."

"Do I like pineapple?" Blaine asked as he studied the ingredients in a Hawaiian pizza.

Kurt couldn't stop himself. He tried really hard, but ended up bursting out laughing.

"What's the matter?" Blaine asked.

"Oh nothing," Kurt said between laughs. "I just remembered this one time you ate an entire pineapple in one sitting, threw up, then told me that you were never eating pineapple again. I can't believe I almost forgot about that. It was so funny." He laughed harder at the part he omitted from saying, which was that Blaine only ate the pineapple because he read somewhere that eating citrus fruits made semen taste sweeter and a pineapple was the first thing he saw. He only ate the whole thing because he playfully wondered if eating a lot of citrus made his semen taste that much sweeter. Kurt never had a problem with Blaine's flavor, in fact, he was orgasmic tasting even without trying to make it sweet, but he let Blaine do it just because it was funny.

"That sounds like a really stupid thing to do."

"Probably, but you were like that. Really enthused about a lot of things and not ashamed to do things, no matter how ridiculous they may have seemed. You were unapologetically funny in the cutest way possible."

"There's that word again. Cute. You've used that twice in the past hour."

Kurt broke his eye contact and looked down at his menu again. He pouted a little and tried to hide his slight blush. "Well, you are."

Blaine smiled and buried his face in his menu again, his turn to hide his blush. After another minute of biting his lip and wishing his blush away he finally sat up and said, "I want bacon."

"You can't always get what you want."

Blaine smiled wide. "Sure I can. You always give me what I want."

Kurt wagged his eyebrows for his own self expression. "My how things have changed."

"You are incredibly cryptic."

"I want chicken. Is that non-cryptic enough for you."

"Fine. Order whatever you want, but it better be good."

"Because I'll order something gross to eat?"

The both chuckled and the waitress came over. Kurt ordered a chicken alfredo pizza with spinach for the two of them and Blaine surprised Kurt when he ordered two cokes, but said "One regular coke and one diet."

"You know my drink order?"

"Sure. Whenever mom orders take out and you eat over, you always ask for diet coke… and you ordered a Non-fat mocha latte yesterday."

"Your memory's getting better."

Blaine looked at Kurt jokingly annoyed. "I can remember the present!"

Kurt laughed. "I know. I'm kidding."

"Why are you so cryptic?"

"We're back to that?"

"Yeah. It's got me thinking."

"I don't know what you mean."

"You say things like: My how things have changed and I couldn't believe it when you told me you were transferring. It's always things that involve an explanation or an assumption that the other person knows the link to the comment, but I don't. It's like you're saying things like that to either get me to ask about it or make me feel guilty for not knowing. Since I doubt you want me to feel guilty, I can only assume that you want me to ask what you mean."

"Sometimes I want you to ask, but sometimes they just come out and I'm more or less just talking to myself out loud. I'm sorry if it comes off as I'm hiding something from you and shoving it in you face like I know something you don't know."

"What did you mean by: My how things have changed?"

"You really wanna know?"

"Have I ever said no?"

"Okay. Well, our roles to each other sort of switched since the accident. I used to be the emotional, needy; I wanted and often times expected to get whatever I wanted. You gave in every time. You explained that you wanted to give me the world because I made you happy. In effect, my happiness was your happiness."

"Sounds like I was a good friend."

Kurt paused. "You were. You still are. An amplified Blaine, but Blaine nonetheless."

"I don't thank you enough. You're an amazing person for what you do for me. I know I spend a lot of time yelling at you, but that's only because I-" He licked his lips. "I trust you and rely on you. I put all of faith in you and when I get emotional, I lash out at you because I know you won't go away."

Kurt thought about this. It made sense to him. "I know. We hurt those we care about the most."

"I do care about you the most."

Kurt gulped. He didn't know what to say. He was pretty sure his eyes went wide and his throat dried up immediately.

The waitress came and broke their silent eye staring competition when she brought their drinks and pizza.

"So Sebastian seems to have taken a shine to you."

Blaine smiled and huffed his breath out though his nose. "Yeah. He didn't really make a secret of that did he? I think he was just being playful."

"No I think a stranger who invites you over to his dorm after having just met you definitely has more than being playful on his mind."

"Don't be like that. He was nice."

"He was nice. He flirted nicely with you and he nicely touched you every chance he got."

"Jealous?" Blaine was joking, but the second the words were out, he regretted saying them. A flash of who he thought might have been Kurt's boyfriend went through his mind.

Yes. "Um…" Kurt swallowed hard. "Do you really think that a romantic relationship is what you need now? I mean, you just admitted you were Kinsey six gay a few hours ago."

"I don't know. I just know that I liked his attention. It made me feel special because he smiled at me and let me know that he was interested in me. It's nice to feel attractive I think. I've never felt like that."

"How come you didn't flirt back?"

Blaine took a bite of pizza and thought. He knew why. He didn't flirt back because Kurt was in the room and he'd rather have been flirting with Kurt. He secretly wished Kurt was the one flirting with him. "I don't think I know how to. Sebastian was so effortless at it. I think I wouldn't be able to be as quick as he is."

"Maybe he a lot of practice?"

Blaine eyed Kurt. "Careful. He's my new friend. I don't want to think that my new friend and my best friend don't like each other."

"I didn't say I didn't like him."

"Uh-huh." He smiled. "Eat your pizza."