12:34. Not bad. He'd done worse. He left Kurt's at about six fifty, drove the fifteen minutes home, got his black stallion, then spent the next five hours sitting in the Lima Bean.�

He would've stayed there all night, but they had that damn closing time. Hell, he wouldn't ever come home if it weren't for his age.

One more year. Just one more year.

Blaine sighed and slammed his truck door as loud as possible. A shower of rusty flakes fell from the metal. He then locked the door, making sure it honked at least twice. Satisfied with his work, he trudged up the perfectly manicured walkway, wreaking havoc on the beautifully coiffed flowers.

Once the door was unlocked, after jingling the keys and twisting the lock repeatedly, he slammed it behind him. The house was pitch black, no lamp left on at his expense. He stumbled through the dark until he found the hallway light switch.�

"Fuck, Blaine! Turn that damn light off! And could you please try not to be so fucking loud?!" a very annoyed Ashley called from his dad's bedroom.

"Calm down, Barbie," Blaine mumbled.

He switched the light off and used his cellphone's glow to navigate his way up the twisting staircase. He passed by his brother's old bedroom, kicking the door as he passed and finally falling face first onto his mattress.

It had only been three minutes when he heard creaking stairs and his door opening.

"What?" Blaine snapped, picking his head up from the pillow.

His dad fixed his robe, like he'd just put it on, and leaned against his doorway. His perfectly tanned face wore a grimace.

"Blaine, why can't you and Ashley get along?" he sighed like this was the biggest inconvenience in the world.

"I'll play nice when Barbie gets her satin panties out of her ass." Blaine rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling.

"Blaine.." Trent said letting his head fall back against the doorframe, "Is this about her age?"

Blaine snorted, "Not in the slightest. But way to remind me, again, that you're dating a girl two years older than me. I almost forgot."

"I told you! I told you he hated me!" Ashley wrapped her arms around Trent's waist. Even though they had been in bed and it was past midnight, her bleach blonde hair was flawless and her makeup was still completely applied.

Blaine rolled his eyes and picked up his laptop off the floor, "Why don't you two just go back to fucking and pretend I'm not here like you usually do."

Trent sighed, "I give up. I'll be in our bed." he gave Ashley a kiss and left the room.

Ashley waited until he was gone and turned a disgusted look on Blaine, "Have fun watching gay porn, fag."

"Thanks, babe," Blaine winked, but kept his eyes on the screen. He waited until she had stormed out and slammed the door before he broke into laughter.

A few minutes later, he set his computer aside and let his eyes drift closed. Blaine nearly rolled off of the bed when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

You still up?
-Kurt

Blaine smiled. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, but he sent his reply anyway.

Wide awake. What's up?
-Blaine.