The house was quiet, it showed no sign of life inhabiting inside its walls. Though it was highly untrue. Blaine sat inside curled up in his bed. Between the tip of his index finger and thumb was a photo, taken a little less than over a year ago. He remembered the exact day and moment.

Blaine's and Kurt's parents were both conveniently our of town. The boys took advantage of the freedom and had a sleepover. The following morning, Blaine took his camera and began to take photos. Kurt begged him to put the camera away, saying that he looked like a mess. Blaine obviously disagreed with what Kurt was saying, believing that he looked breathtaking. In the photo, Kurt was sitting on the bed, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His hair was askew and the expression in his face was do tired but utterly blissful.

Blaine let out a sigh and set down the photo. He regretted doing what he did. If only he didn't let temptation get in the way. He deserved that feeling, the feeling of lonliness and self-hatred. Kurt deserved better than him.

-ring, ring, ring-

Blaine looked over at his cell phone, Joey's name blinked on the screen. "Hello?" Blaine greeted.

"Hey Blaine. Are you busy?" Joey asked.

"No, why?" The older boy replied, curiosity laced in his voice.

Joey let out a light-hearted chuckle. "Mind helping a poor sophomore out with algebra?"

The strong scent of coffee was nostalgic For Kurt. Countless memories clouded Kurt's mind, but sadly, left a bitter after taste. "So, this is what you do everyday?"

Kurt looked up at the young, mysterious man who kept him company. He smiled softly and nodded. "Yeah," he watched as the man, Gabe, scooted over next to him.

"That's cute. Every time we do something you wanna do, I find it adorable," Gabe commented, a smug grin set on his face. Kurt rose a brow. He was already used to Gabe's small comments, but he still tended to question them.

"Adorable?"

"Innocent, simplistic-"

Kurt scoffed, "now that's insulting."

Gabe chuckled and shook his head. "Don't get so insulted, makes you more irresistible..." The man leaned in, closer to Kurt and kissed him softly on the neck. Kurt felt a shiver run down his spine, causing him to squirm. The familiar chuckled escaped from Gabe's lips before he stood. "I need to show you what a real date is like."

Kurt let out a nervous chuckle, "a real date?" Gabe simply nodded and took a sip of his drink. "What's a real date?"

The young man smirked and eyed Kurt. "I'll let you know," Gabe muttered as he walked away.

Kurt sat, stunned by Gabe's words, though that did not mean that a smile was not curled on his lips.

Blaine parked his car in front of a white paneled house. A single grey car was parked upfront. Flowers were randomly planted around the grass. Blaine stood did a moment, finding the scenery a bit too, homely for him, if even possible. He was used to things being perfectly set and seemingly untouched, well, that's how it was in his house.

He walked forward and around the car. He made if to the door and could faintly hear what seemed to be a tv blaring from inside adding life to the house. He knocked and waited, but only for a mere fifteen seconds, for the door to open. In front of him was an older man, well in his sixties, with thin, greying hair which was combed back very neatly. Wire-rimmed glasses perched on his pointed nose. His blue eyes seemed to peer straight through Blaine's hazel. He wore a simple white shirt and navy blue pants. "What'd you want, Kid?"

"Um... Is Joey here?" Blaine asked, his voice meek. The man sized Blaine up before grumbling under his breath and stepping out the way. Blaine smiled politely and walked inside. The interior was quite spacious and with a middle eastern feel. Blaine clutched tightly on his bag and slowly made his way through the house. He soon found himself at the far end by a sliding, screen door. He peered through the glass.

There was a gazebo Surrounded by flower beds. In the center was a bench, Joey sat upon it with a book opened and phone in hand. Blaine let out a sigh of relief and slid open the door.

"Joey!" Blaine called out. The other boy glanced up, a smile set on his lips. Blaine walked over to the gazebo and to the bench, sitting across the other boy, "hey there."

"Hey, you have no idea how thankful I am for you coming over," Joey greeted with a soft chuckle.

Blaine waved off the other boy's thanks, not wanting to make such a big deal out of a simple favor. "No, it's fine, really. I have no problem at all with helping," he assured him. "Um... before we start... I was wondering... does your grandfather have some sort of dislike towards people?" Blaine asked, his mind going back to his short greet with his friend's grandfather just seconds ago.

Joey let out another chuckle, finding the question not only funny but quite predictable since he knew that his grandfather was not known for making great first impressions. "Well, you see, my grandfather is actually really kind. He just isn't one to be 'nice' seeing that he doesn't trust others so easily." Joey explained.

Blaine pressed his lips together as he thought of what to say. "If you don't mind my asking... is there a reason he does not trust others.. again, if you don't mind my asking.."

Joey nodded, his face suddenly sullen. "Yeah... My grandmother, my mom, other family members just haven't been... the kindest.."

Joey's voice trailed off, his eyes didn't seem as focused as they were before. By the looks of it, Joey really did not want to speak of the subject. Blaine wasn't going to force him to either. he instead gave Joey a small smile and looked down at the assignment the other boy had laid out in front of them. "We should get to work now."

The music was loud, thumping from wall to wall. The energy was up and everyone inside basked in it.

Gabe really wanted to take Kurt out to dance at the club, the same that they met in. Kurt had to admit, he was a bit frightened. The environment he was in was so unknown for him. Sure, he went out clubbing before, but it was just different. It left him meek.

"What's wrong?" Gabe asked, his lips against Kurt's ear.

Kurt looked up at the young man and shook his head. "This is just different for me," Kurt explained simply.

Kurt felt Gabe's hands rest on his hips, the simple touch was enough to make Kurt's face go red. "Don't worry, it'll all be fine," Gabe muttered as his hands gently rubbed circles over the surface of Kurt's pants. "Would you like a drink?"He asked, his lips again, close to Kurt's ear. Kurt was so flustered by how close Gabe was, he was only able to nod his answer to him. "Alright, I'll be right back." What that said, Gabe pecked Kurt on the cheek and walked away, leaving Kurt with a grin on his face. He tried to bite back the expression on his lips, but it was seeming to be impossible. Gabe made him feel good, something he had not felt since his break up with Blaine.

"Kurt!"

The boy turned around to face Gabe who was back with two drinks in his hands. Kurt reached over and took one for himself. "Thanks," Kurt muttered before he began to take a sip.

"Does it taste good?" Gabe asked as he took a sip for himself. Kurt nodded. "Good." He closed the distance between the two and placed his free hand on Kurt's hip. He slowly began to dance to the beat of the song playing. Kurt followed along. Gabe's hips moved against Kurt's, the boy tried to ignore the blush that crept up his cheeks as he danced along with the older man.

The rest of the night seemed to be an on going pattern: drink, dance, drink, dance. Kurt hadn't really watched how much he did consume, he just did. Gabe said nothing about it since he was the one that continued to buy the drinks for Kurt. The dances turned more heated, they were grinding and Gabe would gently suck onto Kurt's neck at times. Gabe's hands were all over Kurt's body, but Kurt was too far gone to do anything about it.

Kurt soon was stumbling over his feet, causing him to chuckle. Gabe smiled softly and pressed his lips against Kurt's ear. "We should probably get going," he suggested.

Kurt looked up at Gabe and shook his head. "No, no, we can.. we can stay.."

Gabe chuckled and wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist. "Don't worry, we'll go back to my place.."