It was finally time for Kurt to pack up and go on the Highlands tour. Leah had arranged to visit her parents for the two weeks, considering Kurt wouldn't really need her around, and for the most part he was happy that he wouldn't need to make up excuses to slope off with Blaine when he eventually made it to Westerville, but at the same time he always felt a little upset leaving Leah. Although she may have been working for him above all else, she had become his best friend. Kurt wouldn't have kept her around if they didn't have enough in common to get along. There is a point in all friendships when you see someone at their lowest that you realise how close you've become, which Leah always ended up dealing with when he was sick.

But on that Saturday afternoon Leah helped Kurt pack his bag, ready to leave the next day. She had gotten good at mothering him, making sure he had packed enough essentials (which did include hairspray in Kurt's case), and she slid a couple of extra packets of cookies into his suitcase when he wasn't paying attention.

He was surprisingly excited to travel around, considering he had grown up in Lima himself. He had made sure to travel back to his family every year for the holidays, but Kurt had built his own life in New York. He hadn't seen very much of Ohio or Michigan, and doing so on the bus with four of his friends and a producer or two seemed like an awfully good way to experience it.

That was why that Sunday when he stashed his bag and climbed aboard the bus, armed with his cell phone and iPod and not a lot else, he sunk down in his seat and began tuning out the world around him. As the scenery began to flash past his window he smiled and let himself disappear from the chaos of his everyday life and let the music take over instead.

Westerville was the third stop of the tour, making it Tuesday that Kurt finally got there. The next day they would be travelling to Lima, and Kurt had plans for spending the day with his family- but for the Tuesday, since his arrival at about two, he just wanted to see Blaine again. Now they had established their friendship as being that, it was only fair they did something friendly. Kurt texted him when they arrived, knowing that Blaine would be in class.

Just arrived in W-ville! Coffee when you're free, maybe?

Blaine was in Geography and, luckily for him, the class was making plenty of noise. The beauty of the class's group assignment was that everyone was talking, and his phone vibrating in his pocket went undetected by everyone except for him.

Sure, I can make it after school, 3.30-ish? Occasionally a group of them would pile into their cars and head to Lima for coffee, but it seemed like a waste of time and effort when both of them were there in Westerville. There's a little bakery, Delia's, near my school. Follow all the Dalton signs and you'll find it easily. He added, knowing that Kurt didn't really spend much time, if any at all, there. He had to suggest their meeting place this time.

Sounds good. See you then, Blaine Anderson. Kurt replied, and Blaine smiled as he buried the phone in his pocket again. If anyone had noticed how suddenly his mood seemed to have changed, they didn't comment on it. He was pleased about that, too- it wasn't worth making up more excuses.

Kurt was pleased to find Delia's almost entirely empty when he entered a few minutes shy of three-thirty. There were a few older couples in the back corner of the small bakery, and if any of them had recognised him they didn't try to approach him about it. He was thankful for how ordinary everything seemed to feel, how undisturbed and tranquil it all was. He wasn't sure whether or not the place would end up flooded with students once Blaine's school let out, but either way he intended on blending in just fine. He took a seat and waited.

Blaine walked in at three-thirty-two, checking his phone as he pushed the door open. It was three-thirty-ish, as far as he was concerned. He wasn't late this time.

Although Kurt expected Blaine to be coming straight from school he hadn't quite anticipated him to be in his uniform- nor how good he looked he looked in it. His hair was gelled neatly back, making him look an odd kind of opposite from when they first met, and Kurt thought back to how the boy had been ruffled by the wind, his curly dark hair hidden under a beanie. Blaine spotted Kurt, and he saw his eyes light up a little when they met his own. He crossed the store and sat in the seat across from Kurt.

"Kurt," Blaine said, "hi." He placed his bag on the floor and dug around in it a little, putting something away or taking something out; Kurt couldn't be sure. Either way he didn't do anything obvious with the items.

Kurt smiled at him and greeted him in return, saying, "Blaine Anderson. Pleasure as always."

"How's the tour going so far?" Blaine asked, somewhere between genuinely curious and making polite conversation. He didn't much care what Kurt said in return- anything was better than using primarily their cell phones to communicate.

"Good, good. I'm a little sick of watching myself act in the same two episodes, but everyone has been so genuine and sweet that I can't be bored. The Q and A is always different too, so I have no reason to complain." Kurt said, knowing that Blaine may not totally be able to empathise. He didn't mind a whole lot, though.

"Well, I'll be there tonight," Blaine said, "That's going to be different."

"Yeah," Kurt said, "You will be."

"Oh, and Sky. I promised I'd give her a ride, since she got me my ticket and all. She's there for Glorious Media, same as she interviewed you for." Blaine explained. She hadn't personally bought him a ticket because she felt the need to or anything. She had a spare and Blaine had been the most deserving person she could think of.

"It will be a little odd to see you two in the same place," Kurt mused, "both of you mentioned the other, but it's odd to think there's an actual connection there."

Both of them headed to the counter to order coffee, seeing as they hadn't already, before moving back to their table and continuing their conversation. "How about you?" Kurt asked, "How was your day at school?"

"Same old, I guess. Uneventful." Blaine said, knowing his scholastic life wasn't anywhere near as interesting as Kurt's star studded tour.

The pair continued to chat politely, friendly, freely. Nothing too thought provoking came up in their conversation, and neither did anything personal. They talked about neutral topics, knowing that any of the others there in Delia's could listen in if they had wanted to.

A half hour later they had both finished their coffees and Blaine looked over at Kurt, who seemed lost in thought. "Ready to go?" He asked, and Kurt snapped out of his daydream.

"Go where?" Kurt replied.

"My place. I mean, not for long. Just so I can dump my stuff, change out of the uniform." Blaine said, "Assuming you want to come, of course."

"I honestly have nothing better to do," Kurt said, "I've been cooped up on the bus all day with the others; they don't really want my presence right about now."

"Awesome," Blaine said, "For me, anyway."

Blaine unlocked the front door and let them into the house. The locked door had suggested that they were alone, which Blaine was pleased about. He didn't want to explain his company to either of his parents. He herded Kurt up the stairs to his bedroom, where he explained that he intended on getting changed. Although Blaine wouldn't have had issues with changing in front of Kurt, he had excused himself to go the bathroom anyway, leaving Blaine alone for a bit. He changed into his dark jeans, favoured t-shirt and converse, carefully hanging up his blazer before one of his parents had a fit about it. Then he waited in the hallway for Kurt to appear from the bathroom, before they headed downstairs again together.

Kurt had found the urge to search Blaine's cabinets hard to overcome, feeling an odd sense of connection to Sky in that moment.

Blaine found them the leather jackets, sliding his own on and tossing up between which of the other spare ones to give to Kurt. Although neither had fully mentioned it, it was clear that they were going on that motorbike ride Kurt had sworn he would redeem one day. Half way to the garage Kurt spoke up. "Where are we going?"

"To the garage," Blaine said.

"Yeah, I figured as much... we're going on that motorbike ride, right?" Kurt said, his voice a tone somewhere between hope and doubt.

"Yup," Blaine said, as he rolled up the garage door and walked in. Kurt followed as they headed over to the bike. Blaine picked up the helmets and passed one to Kurt, who looked over at Blaine in disgust.

"Do I really have to wear this?" he said, although it was clear what the answer would be.

"Yes, Kurt, you do. It's a matter of safety. I don't want to be the one who caused Kurt Hummel terrible head injuries." Blaine said, rolling his eyes as he stuck his own helmet on.

"Are you planning on crashing or something?" Kurt said. He was unsure whether he was teasing or deadly serious himself.

"No," Blaine said, "trust me, just a little bit? I have my full license and everything. It's perfectly legal for you to come along with me."

"A little bit," Kurt agreed, "I'll give you that much." He hesitated for a moment before putting the helmet on. Blaine straddled the bike and flicked up the kickstand.

"So are you coming?" Blaine teased, and Kurt nodded in response, hopping on behind him. "You do actually have to touch me for this to be safe, Kurt." Kurt put his arms around Blaine's middle and hung on tight, mostly out of fear of the unknown. He hadn't taken as long as Sky had. Blaine set the bike humming and they drove out of the driveway, the streets of Blaine's upper-class neighbourhood virtually deserted.

They kept driving until the town was behind them, and they had hit an open stretch of road. They drove up the road until Blaine felt like stopping, to put his thought process simply. He pulled the bike over a little way into the sheltered haven by the road that the trees provided. He climbed off and removed his helmet, a smile plastered to his face. Kurt got off too, but wasn't too keen on taking off his helmet.

"There is not enough product in the world to fix the helmet hair I can just feel is sitting underneath this thing." He grumbled, and Blaine laughed a little at him. "What? I'm deadly serious. I don't want to take this thing off!"

"Come on, Kurt. It won't kill you, seriously. I'm not going to pull any kind of paparazzi stunt on you. You can fix it later." Kurt took his helmet off, and the pair looked at the top of each others' heads for a second before bursting out laughing.

"Okay, you were right," Blaine teased, "maybe you should have left it on."

"You can talk!" Kurt said, "Maybe you should have thought about removing some of the gel before you put that on. I don't even want to know how much of it is gumming up the inside of your helmet."

Blaine ran a hand through his hair, his dark curls stuck down with an odd mixture of sweat and left over gel. "We're as bad as each other. Come on." Blaine said, gesturing for Kurt to follow as they walked through the trees for a bit. Eventually they sat down where the grass seemed clean enough that they wouldn't be standing up to mud splatters all down their backs.

"How much time have we got?" Kurt asked. Blaine checked his phone.

"A couple of hours, yet," he replied.

"I wouldn't mind staying here for most of that," Kurt said, "but I do need enough time to fix my hair and get changed and eat. That would be nice."

"We'll get back in time, promise," Blaine said, reaching over and giving Kurt's hand a squeeze. He hadn't even realised he had done it until he was pulling his own hand back. "Oh my god," he said, looking down at his retracted hand, "I'm so, so sorry..." He continued to blab about how sorry he was, and Kurt tried to get his attention.

"Blaine. Blaine. Stop. It's okay, really. Blaine Anderson, you listen to me... Blaine, don't worry. Stop talking, Blaine. Blaine Anderson, I wish I knew your middle name right now so I could sound more like your mother. Blaine, shut up, for just a second." Blaine shut up.

"Sorry," he said again.

"It's okay, Blaine, I'm serious," Kurt said, making sure to look directly at Blaine, who only met his gaze briefly before looking away again. "You touched my hand. I'm not going to press charges for that or anything."

Blaine still didn't meet gaze, but said, "It's Devon."

"What?"

"My middle name- I'm Blaine Devon Anderson, for future reference and stuff." Blaine said.

"You don't tell many people that, do you?" Kurt asked.

"Not really. There's never any reason to." Blaine said, shrugging a little. Kurt must have been able to tell from his tone that it was a personal thing for him.

"Blaine Devon Anderson," Kurt said, turning it over in his mouth, trying it out for fit, "That's such a classy name."

"And Blaine Anderson isn't?" Blaine said, with mock offense.

"Well, the Devon makes it, is all. What do your parents do for a living?" Kurt said, knowing the kind of people they must be already.

"Dad's a lawyer. Mom has a very vague job description and I've got no clue what she does, exactly. She stopped working when I was diagnosed, and she hasn't been working again for very long. I think she does secretary type stuff." Blaine said. Kurt had forgotten that Blaine had had cancer.

"That sounds about right. Your house was too nice." Kurt said. It wasn't as if his own apartment wasn't nice, it was just... different.

"It's not as nice as some of the other houses in the area, but it isn't so terrible." Blaine said. He had been raised with that point of view of his neighbourhood.

"You're kidding, right? How many bedrooms does it have?" Kurt asked.

"Five, plus my dad's office counts, I think." Blaine said, trying to add up all the rooms they had adapted quickly.

"And it's just you and your dad and mom?" Kurt questioned, realising he had no clue about Blaine's family in the slightest. It wasn't as though there was much Blaine knew about him either, but his curiosity got the better of him, pushing his own story aside to focus on Blaine's for the moment.

"Unless my brother's around- Cooper's off being an actor."

"Wait, Cooper Anderson, the Cooper Anderson, the vaguely famous Cooper Anderson? If he is your brother, why haven't we met sooner? He must have some power in the industry." Kurt said. It was a perfectly valid question. Kurt had met him a couple of times, but he wasn't really a big thing. He had been on Highlands as an extra a few times. Kurt liked to meet his extras. Cooper wasn't famous by any extent, but Kurt had found himself crushing on him for weeks.

"I'm not sure if you've noticed, but he isn't really a good actor. He just seems to think that he is so much better that everyone else doesn't live up to his expectations." Blaine said. He was still working hard to avoid looking Kurt directly in the eye.

"You don't get along that well?" Kurt asked. He was peeling back a layer to whom Blaine was, gently and slowly. He wasn't going to pressure him to share anything that he didn't want to.

"Well no, not really. It doesn't matter. My family isn't that good at support." Blaine said with a shrug.

"Well mine's great, so you can borrow them some time." Kurt said, thinking about how great his dad was, his step-mom, even his step-brother Finn was kind of amazing when things got bad.

Blaine looked up at Kurt through his long dark lashes, finally letting his eyes meet Kurt's. "Really?"

"Of course Blaine Anderson, you're my friend now, remember?" Kurt said, nudging him gently.

"Yeah... I like that." Blaine said. Even if he wasn't looking at Kurt for more than a couple of seconds at a time yet, his smile was evident in his tone.

"Me too," Kurt said, "I don't make that many actual friends."

"I have friends but they all stick under their subcategories, you know? There are my support group friends, and my school friends, but they stick to those and they never mix. Wes, I'd say he's my best friend, but he would be the only one I wouldn't call 'my school best friend'. He's just Wes." Blaine said.

"I know exactly what you mean. I have my colleagues and my old friends that I went to middle school with. After that I was on the set of Highlands all the time and I didn't really get to have any kind of high school. Oh, and my old roommate, Rachel; when I moved to New York for Highlands full time I was living with her. It's funny, because she grew up in Lima too. She moved for Broadway, and she would be just about the closest I've ever gotten to an actual friend since I started acting. The others on set- they're my friends, but I didn't get to make friends with them. Friendship was sort of thrust upon us. Leah, my PA, she would be my best friend these days. But still, she's my colleague first, even if she has babied me when I've been sick." Kurt said, and Blaine pretended to be able to follow everything he had said. He couldn't relate exactly, their stories weren't a perfect fit; but they were so close that it stopped mattering. There was some level that they connected on that they didn't quite with anyone else.

Kurt decided he had better get back to the hotel after that, because he had to fix his hair and that would take a lot longer than normal, as far as he was concerned. Blaine chuckled lightly as they headed back to the bike and started it up, ready to head back into town. Kurt got on behind him and didn't complain in any way about having to put his arms around the boy again.

Blaine took a quick shower when he got home, freeing his curls from the rest of the gel. He dried quickly, got dressed into a Born Rivals graphic tee with his jeans and converse, and was ready to leave again. He went downstairs and ate his dinner quickly, explaining his rush to his mother about needing to pick up Sky. "You're going to the Highlands event with your not-girlfriend?" Marie asked, and Blaine nodded.

"She got the tickets; she sort of has to come. Wes doesn't watch Highlands anyway and I didn't really want to go by myself." Blaine said, shovelling more food into his mouth.

"So this isn't... a date?" Marie asked.

"Mom, Sky is thirteen. She isn't my girlfriend and she never will be."

"Alright... be home on time, okay? Especially if you're taking the bike, I don't like you out at night on the bike, when you have to stop at red lights and there's nothing between you and attackers..." Marie said, worried as always. Blaine wasn't as strong as he always seemed to think he was.

"We don't really get assault like that in this neighbourhood, mom. I'll be fine." He kissed the top of her head and said goodbye, thanking her for dinner as he hurried towards the garage. He was pleased he had stopped to fill it up after dropping Kurt off, because otherwise he doubted it would have started.

He picked Sky up and she didn't hesitate anywhere near as much as last time to get on the bike. They drove to the place where the event was being held and parked the bike, Blaine leaving his jacket on but Sky stripping hers off. She carried it in nonetheless, claiming that it could be cold inside and that she might need the extra layer.

They exchanged their passes at the door for tags to wear around their necks that identified them as being allowed exclusive access. They headed into a large room quarter of an hour before the Q and A session was set to start. The room was set up with a table with microphones at the front and rows of chairs just about everywhere else. They were early enough to grab a seat each, but people were soon standing around the edge of the room as well. At two minutes past seven, the five cast members- Kurt, Justina, Cassidy, Luke and Arietta- walked out from a back room and took a seat at the table. A cheer went up around the room and they all turned to grin at each other. Eventually the crowd of noisy teenagers settled down and the Q and A began. Sky scribbled down anything interesting that any of them said, and stuck her hand up every time they were looking for someone else to ask a question. Blaine on the other hand sat and listened, laughed at the appropriate moments and more than anything else tried just to enjoy it.

There was a question for Cassidy and Luke about whether their kiss scenes were awkward, to which they both gushed about how it's acting and it doesn't really affect anything outside of the show. They added about how they were great friends, how it would be weird to think of it as them kissing and not their characters. Kurt was sitting at the other end of the table, trying his best to contain his laughter at their answers. They had been hooking up every other day.

Another person asked Arietta about what scenes she was most looking forward to this season, and she said that she was looking forward to scenes with Elliot because she hadn't gotten to have any with Kurt yet, that now they were the same year group they might finally get to talk to each other. They asked Kurt if he was looking forward to it too, and he agreed but said that he really was looking forward to Elliot finally having a love interest this season. "So scenes with Arietta aren't because Elliot and Hailey have a thing?" the girl asked, and Kurt smiled. "You haven't seen Elliot's love interest yet. They're new to the show."

After a bunch more questions about their favourite episodes and characters, about the future of the show, the Q and A came to a close and everyone with basic entry were asked to leave (via the merchandise table). They then herded anyone with a viewer pass or higher into a room set up for the viewing. Those with viewer passes were taken to one side of the room, and anyone with a gold or exclusive pass to the other, where the cast members floated around, chatting politely to the pass holders. Blaine couldn't imagine the feeling for those with viewer passes, to be so close to the cast members and not be allowed to talk to them at all. The cast hang out seemed to include watching the episodes with them, maybe exchanging a quick hi/bye/I love you, but not having enough time to really talk to them properly unless you wanted to miss the entire episode. The cast members spread out between the fans, sitting one to every group of eight or so. The crowd had thinned out considerably. Kurt's eyes searched the room for the entire ten minute interval trying to find Blaine. When he finally spotted him, he finished talking to a few more of the fans, but quickly made it over to Blaine and Sky.

"Blaine Anderson," Kurt greeted, "Nice to see you again. You too, Sky... And I was totally right, it is really weird to see you too standing next to each other." Sky giggled a little bit.

"You remembered my name," Sky said, breathlessly excited.

"How could I forget?" Kurt responded, "It's really nice to have you two here. Now let's sit down before the episodes start."

Sky and Kurt sat either side of Blaine as they started watching. The first episode finished and the second started straight after. That episode too ended, and they played the promo for the next episode, which wouldn't be coming out for another two and a bit weeks.

They must have rearranged the playing order of the episodes since Kurt and Blaine had talked about it, because the episode that seemed to be focussing on Elliot and Jasper was the one that played in the promo. The promo was filled with cute and awkward moments, voiced over by Kurt. "I want to start a support group, here at school," Elliot said to Meaghan, "If I can help other kids, and I need to take that opportunity." The scene cut to a close up of Elliot and Jasper, shaking hands and exchanging their names. "Do you... want to get coffee sometime?" Elliot says, and Jasper replies, "How about now?" And then Kurt- Elliot, really- smiled adorably and they walked out of the school together.

Kurt leaned over and said quietly to Blaine, "How many people here do you think we scared off because of the homosexuality?"

Blaine shrugged. "A fair few, but based on the amount of white teenage females who watch you probably won't lose ratings from one episode."

Kurt laughed a little. "The exclusive access portion of the evening is about to start, so we need to head through to yet the next room. They went a bit overboard moving us around. I'm going to go ahead so it doesn't look like I already know you." He hurried off to join the other cast members.

Sky and Blaine headed through to the other room, thinning out the group from the 40 or so gold pass holders to the 20 with exclusive access. There was food and fancy looking mocktails, making it seem like the exclusive access pass holders were getting a lot more value for money. Scanning the room quickly found that there was a group of girls chatting to Luke about the episode, giggling madly at everything he said, a couple of guys trying (and failing) to hit on the three female cast members, and Kurt, who had found himself talking to an older viewer, someone in their late twenties or so. Sky ushered Blaine over to the food table and nibbled at one of the little quiches. Blaine took a drink, mostly just to keep his hands busy.

Luke came over shortly after and introduced himself, shaking Blaine's hand and hugging Sky when she asked, making polite small talk with the pair. Blaine glanced at Kurt on the other side of the room, still being held up by the same fan, and gave him a sympathetic smile, which he returned while remaining looking interested in the conversation. He was a better actor than most people gave him credit for.

Eventually Sky and Blaine had made it around all the cast members, taking photos with them, hugging them, Sky asking the odd question or two to fill the gaps in what she planned to write up for Glorious Media. With the food gone and some of the pass holders leaving, some of the other cast members ended up talking to each other, to kill the last bit of time before the event would close and they would kick everyone out. Kurt, on the other hand, had taken to standing with the people there he felt most comfortable around; Blaine and Sky.

"Did you have fun?" Kurt asked, and both Blaine and Sky nodded. "I wish I could have stayed here longer," he said with a dramatic sigh, "I think I've had more fun today than I have in the last few months."

Blaine grinned, knowing completely that he was referencing the motorbike ride. Sky gushed to Kurt about how amazing it was that he remembered her- that it was such a funny coincidence that he had met both of them. Eventually she paused, excusing herself to the bathroom.

"Is she always like that?" Kurt asked.

"Oh yeah," Blaine said, "She doesn't really have a stop button."

"Pity," Kurt replied, "It would probably be nice to get her to shut up occasionally."

"Probably, though I doubt she would agree." Blaine said. Talking seemed to be Sky's favourite hobby.

"You're heading off soon, right?" Kurt thought to ask, considering the twenty exclusive access pass holders had thinned out again as they felt they had nothing left to do.

"Yeah, my mom will have a fit if I'm not home by curfew," Blaine said, thinking about her restrictions she had given him earlier, "I still have half an hour, though." Blaine had what seemed to be the standard curfew for most teenagers of ten thirty. It was getting close to ten.

"So that leaves you about ten minutes here?" Kurt said, trying to mentally calculate how long it would take for him to get Sky home and then himself. He didn't have much knowledge of the area, but it seemed like a good enough estimate.

"Something like that." Blaine said. He was in no rush to find out.

After a slight hesitation Kurt said, "So we're friends now, right?"

"Of course. We discussed this earlier." Blaine said. He had shared more with Kurt over the course of a day than he had with most of his friends in a few years.

"So I could hug you and you wouldn't get defensive?" Kurt said, knowing he might be pushing the boundaries a little there.

"Well I never said-" Blaine didn't get a chance to finish his sentence because the force of Kurt's hug knocked most of the air out of him. He struggled to get his arms free, them being effectively pinned at his sides, but eventually moved them up far enough to return the hug Kurt was giving him. There was an odd sense of affection in the hug that you might see from an outsider's perspective but is completely undetectable to the people involved.

"Blaine Anderson," Kurt said, when he finally broke the hug, "you are the best hugger I've hugged all evening."

"The same goes to you, I think. I don't recall hugging anyone else, though." Blaine said. He was teasing, but he wasn't trying very hard.

"Good. Will I see you later, Blaine?" Kurt asked, unsure if this would be the last meeting he had with Blaine.

"Later?" Blaine asked, unsure what later encompassed.

"Tonight, tomorrow morning, whenever- before I leave?" Kurt wasn't sure either. He just wanted there to be a later.

"I don't know. My house is kind of impossible to sneak out of." Blaine said. His parents were fairly strict about their security and getting out the front door would involve an awful lot of complicated measures, taking the alarm system's remote so he could turn that off without stepping in its path first, sneaking past his dad's office, unlocking the door in several places. There were various side doors, but none of them would exactly be easy either; they just involved less unlocking and they were easier to get back in through.

"Do you try very often? You are such a rebel, Blaine Anderson. Sneaking out of the house and riding a motorbike." Kurt teased.

"Not really, but I can try to keep up a bad boy image if you'd like." Blaine said. He wasn't sure himself whether he was teasing back or playing right into Kurt's hands.

"Don't bother," Kurt said, "I've seen the way you gel your hair."

"Gee, thanks," Blaine said, rolling his eyes, "Isn't this the time you should be not saying goodbye, instead of insulting my hair?"

"Not goodbye, Blaine. If I don't see you, I'll text you, okay? I can meet you half way or something." Kurt said.

"Lima isn't that far away," Blaine said, "I might still see you tomorrow."

"We won't be leaving until after lunch. How much do you think you can skip?" Kurt said, knowing Blaine would have school. Dalton didn't seem like the kind of school that took skipping lightly, either.

"I'll make you a deal, and we can meet for breakfast. I'll be in my uniform, though." Blaine suggested.

"I am perfectly okay with that, Blaine Anderson." Kurt said, already looking forward to it. "Good night, Blaine."

"Night, Kurt," he said. With one final wave Kurt retreated to the other cast members and Blaine started walking to the exit.

Sky came bustling over. "Sorry I took so long, I got caught up talking to Luke... he showed me his tattoo, and it was really hot... sorry, you probably didn't need to know that..." She continued talking until they got to the bike and Blaine was driving her home. She waved at him as she got to her doorstep, forgetting to take the leather jacket off although she returned the helmet. Blaine didn't mind though, he could text her about it later. Now all he needed to do was be ready for breakfast with Kurt.