“You know we can legally get married in the state of Nevada, right?”

“Is that so?”

“It is so. Just in case you feel like driving to Las Vegas with me at some point today. When you think about it, we aren't really doing much. Just laying around.”

“We've been making out for like forty minutes. That's a little more than laying around…”

“You know what I mean.”

Kurt smiled as he moved a few curls from his boyfriend's face. “So you're implying that we should run off to Vegas right this minute and get hitched?”

“Why not?” Blaine asked. “You're here. I'm here. You're going to be my husband anyway. Why can't One Day be today?”

Kurt smiled, tangling a bouncy curl around his index finger. “Okay. So let's say Adam Levine is in Vegas while we're waiting in line to get married and he winks at you… and says he adores the way your nose wrinkles when you're trying not to laugh at something. Where does that leave me?”

Blaine's fingers played at the soft skin of Kurt's ribcage beneath his t-shirt. “You have to realize that Adam Levine and Michelle Obama are nothing but my side hoes. When it comes time for me to settle down, I'm ready and willing to leave them both behind.”

Kurt smiled as he tangled his fingers in the boy's curls as hazel eyes looked up at him curiously.

“In all seriousness, I don't understand why we're waiting. What're we waiting for? You know I'm going to be your husband regardless of when it happens. We're already making plans for the future…” Blaine trailed off. “Think about it… we've already found a place to live once we graduate. So what's stopping us from taking the next step?”

Kurt looked away from Blaine's eyes and the way his fingers were playing in his boyfriend's hair. “What's the rush if we know all of that already? Why jump into it? Why not just continue getting to know one another and grow stronger in our relationship and when the time presents itself, we do it then?”

“There's no rush,” Blaine said. “We've been together 6 months. I'm just saying… we both know we want this at some point. It's been written, right?”

Kurt smiled and scooted his body closer to his boyfriend's warmth. “It has been.”

“Exactly.”

“Well I don't want to get married while we're in high school; in Vegas at that. If one of us were pregnant, I'd totally get it.” Blaine smiled as Kurt continued, “But I want a chance to be your fiancé and I want a beautiful wedding somewhere we can honeymoon at afterwards and I want our closest family and friends to be around to celebrate with us.”

Blaine flattened his hand and moved it down Kurt's stomach. “So then we can get married today and then have a wedding with all of that other stuff afterwards.”

Kurt laughed. “I can't with you.”

“I have an engagement ring, you know. I told you I was going to be the one to propose…”

Kurt rolled his eyes as he tipped his boyfriend's chin and planted a kiss right on his lips. “If I told you I didn't want to get married until I was 30, what would you do?”

Blaine made a weird face before stretching out on the bed. He stared up at the ceiling as his boyfriend adjusted himself and lay his head on Blaine's chest. “I'd have a hard time with that.”

“Why?”

“Because by then we would've been together for about 14 years and what's the point of waiting until you're 30 if you're absolutely sure that I'm it for you?”

Kurt smiled as he peeked up at his boyfriend. “But would you wait?”

“Fourteen years?”

Kurt nodded.

Blaine laced their fingers together as he closed his eyes. “I'd wait 100 years, but that's the max. If you were still unwilling to marry me after that then I'd have to cut my losses.”

Kurt squeezed his hand as the lull of Blaine's heartbeat made him close his eyes. He smiled to himself before replying. “You know that fourteen and 100 years are both way too long, anyway.”

Blaine hummed. “What's a good estimate for you, then? How long are you going to keep me waiting?”

“Don't worry about that,” Kurt told him. He kissed his boyfriend's long fingers and fixed the sheets over both of them. “All you need to worry about is looking as cute as you always do. I'm going to propose to you and we're going to plan a phenomenal wedding.”

“If I think you're taking too long, I'm proposing first.”

Kurt laughed. “Well what is too long for you? Apparently you want to get married today…”

Blaine bit his lip after yawning. “Shut up. Let's just take a nap.”

“I don't want to. I want you to keep talking.”

Blaine opened his eyes and looked down at the tall brown head of hair rising and falling on his chest. “Fine. I'll tell you some funny jokes.”

Kurt smiled. “Your jokes aren't that great, baby.”

“Screw you. Ok. So a poodle and a collie are walking together when the poodle suddenly unloads on his friend.

‘My life is a mess,' he says. ‘My owner is mean, my girlfriend ran away with a schnauzer, and I'm as jittery as a cat.'

‘Why don't you go see a psychiatrist?' suggests the collie.

‘I can't,” says the poodle. “I'm not allowed on the couch.'”

Blaine chuckled and Kurt smiled into his stomach before looking up at him.

“Really?”

“Want another one?”

“Why the hell not?” Kurt asked, smiling because Blaine really seemed to find himself entertaining and he looked adorable this way.

“Alright,” Blaine cleared his throat. “A sandwich walks into a bar. The barman says, ‘Sorry. We don't serve food in here.'”

“Okay, now you can stop—”

“A dyslexic man walks into a bra…”

Kurt hated that he burst out laughing, but once he did, there was nothing he could do to stop himself. He buried his face in Blaine's chest and the boy continued.

“Ha. You should marry a man who can make you laugh. You know that?”

Kurt nodded. “I will.”

“Good. Why do bicycles fall over?”

Kurt kissed his boyfriend's chest and smiled as he looked up at him. “I don't know, Blaine. Why?”

Blaine grinned. “Because they are two-tired!”

Kurt rolled his eyes and then closed them. “Goodnight.”

“You know that was funny… Kurt… Kurt… ”

Kurt turned to look at Blaine, but his vision was getting kind of blurry. “What babe? Are you ok?”

“Kurt… it's time to get up. Let's go. You've got school….”

Kurt changed his face completely. “Um, it is Saturday and it's like 7 at night. Are you—”

“Get up, Kurt. It's a Friday morning,” this was his father's voice, and Kurt felt a stack of something heavy hit him right before a pillow did. He opened his eyes and hated it because that dream was just that—a dream, and his eyes were burning from next to no sleep if he could remember the night before correctly, and now his father was trying to wake him up for school. This was terrible. “No one told you to come home at 3 in the morning, and if someone did it definitely wasn't me. So get up.”

Kurt looked down at the sheets draped across himself and dragged a hand down his face. He had on a pair of pajama pants with little hearts on them that his boyfriend had got him as a corny gift and he'd collapsed before he could get a shirt on last night, but what really stood out was the newspaper that his father had apparently thrown at him. “What's this?”

Burt looked in his son's mirror and fixed his cap before turning away. “You made the paper this morning. I thought you might want to see it.”

Kurt sat up, running a hand through his messy hair. He gave his father a questioning look, but before he could get the man to elaborate, Burt was already out the door.

“Gossip column, of course. I'm leaving. It's a long day at the shop so if you need me, give me a ring. And make sure you get up.”

Kurt pulled the newspaper closer to him. He didn't think ‘getting up' was much of an option. The night before, he ended up on the beach with everyone—Blaine, Nick, Jeff, David, Justin, and of course Santana and Quinn who had tagged along, and they weren't doing anything too crazy but there were laughs and story sharing and a couple drinks. It was good seeing a couple familiar faces. Of course Kurt didn't get to see the girls often, but David and Justin weren't around much either, so no one was in a rush to throw in the towel and go home. But, Kurt did acknowledge that it would be smart to get some sleep after Jeff yawned 10 times in a row, so eventually everyone went their separate ways. Kurt let his boyfriend walk him to his front door, they said goodnight five times in between making out again and again, and right before Kurt could invite Blaine in to stay the night, Uncle Don came home from his after party and told his nephew to get lost.

That led Kurt to say, “Can I please stay home? I haven't missed a day and you've seen my report card. Im doing great, dad. A day wont hurt.”

Burt stared at his son and shook his head. “Remember you do have a recital coming up…”

“I know,” Kurt looked down at the newspaper, still wondering why it was on his bed. He obviously hadn't shaken the cobwebs out of his head, his father thought. “I'll be fine. I can rehearse here.”

“Alright,” Burt gave him a small smile. “I'm out of here. Have a good day.”

“Thanks pops. You too.”

As soon as Burt closed his bedroom door, Kurt collapsed against the mattress and threw the sheets on over his head. He could hear his phone going off repeatedly on the charger next to him; the vibrations making an annoying noise against his night table, but he ignored it in order to get at least another hour in. At least.

Burt picked up his keys and opened his front door, humming a song to himself he heard Mikey singing over and over last night as he babysat the boy—something about being all about a lot of bass, and he was caught off guard (for what reason, he wasn't sure) when a very curly haired Blaine Anderson stood on his porch fumbling with his keys. He wore a denim shirt and cargo shorts with a nice pair of white sneakers. There was no cap today, just springy curls everywhere, like he'd washed out the gunk that styled his hair last night and this was the result, and his book bag was slung over one arm when he looked up and smiled.

“Oh, good morning Papa Bear. I know I'm a little late but I'm here for Kurt.”

Burt nodded and smiled a bit. “I know the drill. He's staying home today though…says he's too tired.”

Blaine smirked as he pocketed his keys. “We're all too tired. If I gave him that excuse I'd be told I had ten minutes to get ready.”

Burt stepped outside and pushed the remote to unlock his truck. “Well, get used to it. That's what you've got to look forward to.”

Blaine smiled at him when Burt patted his shoulder and started off down the steps. “I'm going to be in late tonight. How's mom doing?”

“She's feeling better,” Blaine answered. “We're ready for Melody to come home tomorrow.”

“Glad to hear it. Have a good day,” Burt gave him a wave before hopping into his vehicle. Blaine waved back, turning and going inside the house. He closed and locked the front door and went straight into the kitchen, grabbing something to drink before joining his boyfriend upstairs.

xoSantanaxo: All I'm asking is you don't take me to a place that I'm likely to get drugged and taken advantage of at and I think I'm going to be aight

xoSantanaxo: Basically I wish to leave with my virginity in tact

DavidOfLegacy: *insert -bitch please- face emoji*

xoSantanaxo: Shut up

Nice_Nick: we will take good care of you and Quinn, we promise. What time are we all meeting up?

Blaine read through the messages before pocketing his phone. He knocked softly on his boyfriend's door and then pushed it open, smiling at the sight of Kurt with a pillow over his head, shirtless body on display, and those corny pajama pants he'd bought him on. Blaine also saw the newspaper on his bed and found it weird. Since when did Kurt read the paper and since when would he let it be on his bed? Nothing was allowed on his bed, really. Sometimes Blaine wasnt even allowed on, like if hed just come in from the skate park or didnt share his Starbursts.

“Babe?”

Kurt flinched a little but otherwise didn't respond. Blaine dropped his backpack by the door and walked over, taking a small sip from his orange juice before taking a seat beside him.

“Wake up.”

“Hm?”

“Kurt…” Blaine tried not to laugh as his boyfriend's mouth fell open. “Wake up before I kiss you awake.”

Kurt still seemed to be not showing much of a response. Blaine put the orange juice down and then crawled over him, leaning in to kiss Kurt's cheeks and then his lips. He was a bit surprised when the kiss was reciprocated effortlessly and Kurt was licking across his bottom lip.

“I just wanted the kiss…”

Blaine smirked. “You're a little cheat, but I like it. Get up, we're going to school.”

Kurt opened his eyes and wiggled a little underneath his boyfriend. He was getting nice thoughts about being underneath him like this, but he was also very tired and sore from the night before. Things got pretty fun in the back of that town car. “No thanks. I'm exhausted. I'm not going anywhere.”

“I woke up so you can wake up too,” Blaine whispered, kissing his forehead. He adjusted himself to kiss him some more when he felt the newspaper crunch beneath him. “And what's with the Daily News?”

“Hm?” Kurt asked, stretching a bit and resting his hands on Blaine's bended arms.

“There's this newspaper on your bed…”

Kurt looked up at him and smiled. “You look adorable today.”

“I try.”

“My dad threw that at me when he was trying to wake me up earlier. Said something about me being inside… gossip column… but I think it was a time-to-wake-up-tactic.” Kurt sat up a little when his boyfriend rolled away from him and looked around for a shirt. “I want you to know I'm not stopping you from doing the right thing and going to school but I have zero intention of getting out of this bed. Is this orange juice for me?”

Blaine curiously started to flip through the newspaper as he replied. “No, but you can have a sip.”

“I'm going to drink it all.”

“Holy shit,” Blaine landed on the 23rd page and smiled, staring down at the picture of the two of them together. It was taken last night—Blaine remembered posing for it and the person saying they were a journalist, but he didn't think it'd earn them a spot in the paper the next morning. “We look hot. I'm keeping this.”

Kurt stopped mid-gulp and turned to Blaine. He figured he was being pranked because Blaine was great for that, but nope, there was actually a photograph from last night in the fucking LA Daily News. They were smiling and jovial and on the same page as Selena Gomez and Benedict fucking Cumberbatch.

“Wait a minute,” Kurt put the glass down and then took the paper away from his boyfriend. Yep. That was a picture. Right there in the freaking newspaper for all to see. Specifically older people who still bothered to buy the paper—the generation that would be more likely to not want to see Kurt and Blaine smiling and happy in the newspaper. “This is real.”

“We look hot,” Blaine repeated, a satisfied smile on his face. “I mean, we didn't get an article but we got a pretty sweet caption under the photo—”

“I'm not dreaming again, right?”

There was much amusement in the expression Blaine gave Kurt. “Dreaming? You had a dream you didn't tell me about? Was it nasty?”

Kurt laughed as he looked down at the paper. “I didn't tell you about it but I was definitely going to after I got some more sleep. You were trying to convince me to go to Vegas with you and I was reluctant because I wanted a regular wedding with family and all—”

“You're dreaming about marrying me,” Blaine stated more than asked, grinning a bit at the thought. “I want to hear all about it.”

Kurt smiled as he leaned over to kiss him softly. They closed their eyes and Blaine slid his hand into his boyfriend's. “You kept telling me really corny jokes, too.”

“Ha,” Blaine smiled into another kiss. “Are you sure that was a dream?”

“I'm sure, silly.” Kurt laid back and let the newspaper lie open over his lap. “You said if I take too long to propose to you, you'd do it yourself.”

Blaine started to unbutton his shirt. He smiled at Kurt, about to lay next to him when his phone went off. Kurt stretched out and made an obnoxious noise as Blaine turned to answer his phone.

“Cello.”

“Hi asshole,” Jeff said. “Your car isn't in the school parking lot, neither is your boyfriend's motorcycle, and Nick and I are kinda curious about where you two might be.”

Blaine whispered ‘It's Jeff' to Kurt before replying. “We're at his house right now. I swear I was going to come to school but Kurt's convinced me to skip.”

Kurt rolled his eyes.

“Sure he did,” Jeff said. “Touch his butt for me. Well, grab it. Give it a good squeeze.”

“I will. Talk to you later?”

“We're going to that Halloween party on David's campus tonight but the whole gang is meeting up before then to shop for costumes and kill time at the mall. You and Kurt are expected unless you want Santana to cut you.”

“I'm not afraid of Santana,” Blaine said.

Jeff laughed through the phone. “Yeah. Ok. She pulled razors out of her fucking hair on the beach last night. Don't be stupid.”

Kurt reached for his phone and looked through all the missed messages on KIK.

JustJus94: I'm going to be Batman at the party tonight

Nice_Nick: No! No one tell anyone what they're going to be, let's surprise each other!

“Talk to you later,” Blaine replied before hanging up the phone. He tossed his phone over to a beanbag chair in the corner before working on his buttons again. “Party tonight.”

“I'm on KIK. I see.”

Blaine undid his belt next and pushed his shorts off. “We have to meet the gang at the mall later. I'm not sure what time later is, but I'm sure they'll let us know.”

Kurt smiled and rolled over. He watched Blaine place the newspaper on the night table before climbing underneath the sheets with him. Their warm bodies touched and Kurt pulled him a bit closer. “Thanks for staying with me.”

“Of course,” Blaine whispered, kissing him against the cheek. “We should go get married since we're free.”

Kurt laughed and rolled his eyes. “Uh huh. Sing me back to sleep, please?”

Blaine nodded, smiling at the way his boyfriend tugged the hair away from his eyes. “Thank you. What song would you like, beautiful?”

“Surprise me.” Kurt kissed Blaine back and by the way he sucked on the boy's bottom lip, Blaine wasn't so sure they'd actually be getting any sleep. “Mm, you still taste like orange juice.”

Blaine smirked, sliding his hand down his boyfriend's back. “Ive been really tryin, baby
Tryin to hold back these feeling for so long…”

Kurt laughed, burying his face in Blaine's neck. “You're an idiot.”

“And if you feel, like I feel baby… then come on, OH come on. WOO!”

“Let's get it on,” Kurt sang, laughing as Blaine rolled on top of him. They wrapped themselves in one another and Kurt looked up into his eyes as they smiled at one another.

“I love you, Mr. BMX.”

Blaine hummed, staring right back. “Do you?”

“You know I do. And thank you for everything, cutie. Last night… I had the most amazing time with you.”

“And you thanked me last night—”

“I'm thanking you again,” Kurt said with a sassy tone, rubbing his nose against Blaine's. His boyfriend smiled. “You don't know how brave I think it was for you to do that and I'm very proud of you. Extremely proud. And I'm lucky to be the one you love.”

Blaine smiled. They kissed again. “You're so beautiful.”

Kurt wrapped his arms around him and closed his eyes. “Alright. I'm going to sleep now.”

Blaine dropped his head on the pillow next to Kurt's. “Want to hear a funny joke?”

Kurt started to laugh and shook his head. “Please don't.”

…

Santana hadn't been in Long Beach that long, but she was there long enough to know that she loved the city. There were parts that she was warned to stay away from unless she wanted her purse snatched, but thankfully neither Kurt nor Justin lived in those areas. The areas they did live in were beautiful and really captured the essence of Southern California—the beaches, the beautiful girls in their skimp clothing, the lovely weather. Even though she and Quinn only had a weekend here, Santana definitely intended on making the most of their time there.

Ohio was drab. Maybe not all of Ohio, but definitely Lima. There was nothing there for any of them. Well, except Chandler. Chandler could stay there. But everyone else was bigger and better than that town and Santana would be damned if she didn't get her ass out the first chance she got.

She was happy for Kurt, albeit a little jealous, but he deserved to be here and to be happy. He deserved an idiot like Blaine who would put him first and love him like he deserved to be loved, and while Santana had no intention of saying any of that out loud, she was happy for him. The plan now was for them all to move to NYC after graduation—Klaine, Niff, some of the crew from Ohio; herself included, so this was like a test run to see if they could stand each other's company. Their get together on the beach the night before was rather fun. Hopefully that was a sign of things.

Santana put her phone on the charger before finally pushing herself out of bed. Her room was next to David's and she was grateful for that, because Justin and Quinn shared the same room down the hall and Santana didn't want to hear anything coming from either of them. David slept quietly and that was appreciated.

She went to text Kurt after her shower but was distracted by other messages.

From Rachel:

Hi Santana. I hope you and Quinn are having a good time in Long Beach with Kurt and co. I see some pictures of you guys from the event last night up on a blog and it looked like it was a lot of fun.

From Rachel:

Once again, I want you to know there are no hard feelings. Even though I would've come if you two actually invited me, I know we aren't on the best of terms and I respect your decision to exclude me. I would've invited you, but that is neither here nor there.

From Rachel:

You've probably heard by now that I'm out of Sectionals because of my suspension. Tina will be having a solo. I would've given it to you had you not left Glee club for my biological mother's club, or had you invited me along to Long Beach, but what happened happened.

Santana rolled her eyes harder than usual.

To Rachel:

Take your solo and shove it.

She went to read the bajillion KIK messages on her phone, ignoring whatever Rachel's response was, and smiling at the new plan the boys of Legacy had come up with.

Nice_Nick: Jeff and I left school a bit early. Want to meet up at Layla's? can someone call Kurt and Blaine because I'm not getting an answer via text

JustJus94: Blaine texted me earlier to say they were going back to sleep. They're either actually sleeping or screwing, so we won't be getting any answer any time soon.

Sk8BoardJeff: Quinnie? Tana? Get ready

Sk8BoardJeff: Layla serves breakfast all the time, you know. We can get some to go and then go meet up at Kurt's

Sk8BoardJeff: Then go costume shopping! :D

DavidOfLegacy: do they know they were in the newspaper this morning XD

DavidOfLegacy: and they look so freaking cute

Sk8BoardJeff: were they? Omg ^_^

xoSantanaxo: someone buy me a newspaper to take back to Ohio pls

DavidOfLegacy: you can have mine

xoSantanaxo: thank you. I'm getting dressed now. C u guys in a bit

JustJus94: so much heart eyes today

JustJus94: alrighty, I'm going to get in the shower. C u soon

…

“Are you going to answer your phone?”

Blaine shook his head no. “I only pay my phone any attention when I'm not around you.”

Kurt smiled and Blaine pulled him closer into him. He wanted to call Blaine corny, but there was no use in that. Blaine knew he was corny and he was proud of his corniness. They were tucked tightly now; Kurt's bare back against Blaine's bare chest, their legs tangled and warmth filling the space in between them. Blaine placed a small kiss to his shoulder as Kurt laced their fingers together. Kurt thought back to his dream earlier about marriage and knew that he could do this forever.

“How'd you sleep, baby?”

The voice was a deep but whispered lightly in his ear. The sound made Kurt quiver, and he smiled as he played with Blaine's fingers in his own. “Much better,” he answered. After a moment of silence, he opened his eyes to take a look at the clock before closing them once again. “I only needed a few more hours after last night. I honestly can't remember ever being that tired.”

His boyfriend kissed his shoulder again before humming in content.

“Thanks again for staying with me. I hope your mom won't be upset with you about missing school. I'll tell her it was my fault. Aunt Pam too.”

Blaine smiled and dropped his head to the pillow as he held Kurt. “Don't worry about that.”  

Kurt turned over in his boyfriend's arms and placed a quick kiss to his lips. “I should go and brush my teeth. Probably shower too.”

“OR, you could stay in bed with me…”

Kurt smiled. Some things would never change. “I like staying in bed with you.”

“I could hold you like this all day. I swear I could.”

“And I'm sure I could be held like this all day,” Kurt stopped midsentence to place a soft kiss to Blaine's accepting lips. “But we did agree to go out with our friends and I'm sure that's them blowing up your phone right now.”

Blaine sighed as he let go of Kurt and rubbed a hand down his face. “I hate them sometimes.”

His friends honestly did suck. He didn't bother Nick and Jeff when they were alone because he was a decent human being. Everyone else seemed to lack the common courtesy it took to be recognized as someone with appropriate manners—someone who was against cock blocking their friends. “Fine. But I want some alone time tonight.”

Kurt stretched his limbs as he smiled to himself, making that funny noise that Mikey always laughed at. “Fine by me.”

Blaine sat up and looked for his boyfriend's remote control, turning the television on when he found it. Kurt reached over for his cell phone and scanned through the messages flooding his home screen. Most of them were from the group chat the gang had going in KIK and it seemed like everyone was at Layla's now. There were a couple other messages from Rachel and one from Chandler that was very vague. Kurt and Chandler rarely spoke nowadays, so he found that a bit odd, but before he could unlock his phone and reply to any of them, Blaine was leaning over him for another kiss.

“Mm,” Kurt said with a smile, dropping his phone. “What was that for?”

Blaine kissed his chin and pulled away with a wink. “'Cause I love you, bae. Can I wear that blue sweatshirt of yours? It's comfy.”

“Of course you can.” Kurt kissed him with a loud smack before sitting up straight. “I'll get it for you, though.”

Blaine pulled Kurt back down against him and went in for another kiss. He smiled when they began to roll around in the sheets and he ended up on top of him. “I can get it.”

“No,” Kurt laced his fingers around the boy's shoulders. “I insist. It isn't a problem.”

“It's not a problem for me, either.”

Kurt tossed him off and crawled on top of him. “Don't worry about it.”

Blaine smiled as he relaxed back into the bed. “Ok. Do you have another man in the closet? Why can't I get the shirt myself?”

“Yes I do,” Kurt grinded his hips on top of him and made Blaine smirk. “His name is Julio and he's shy.”

“What is it with you and these Spanish kids? Vámonos.”

Kurt laughed. “Well what can I say? I like the Latin heat,” he rolled off of Blaine and sat on the edge of the bed, stretching his muscles. “Don't go in my closet.”

Blaine nodded. “You may as well tell me what's in there because if you don't, I'll just ask Mikey.”

Kurt smiled. “I need to get a haircut while we're out. And what should I wear?”

“No,” Blaine shook his head adamantly as he turned to look at the local news on television. “The last time you went to that barber he cut your hair shorter than I like it. And what's in the closet?”

“Then I won't go to him.”

“You don't need a haircut anyway.”

“Something I've been working on for you is in the closet and I don't want you to see it until it is done, ok?”

Blaine pouted. “At least tell me what it is?”

“Nope. But, I do need a haircut,” Kurt stood up and walked over to the mirror, pulling at the tall strands. “I'm going to get in the shower,” he turned around. “Let everyone know we're getting ready.”

Blaine turned to look at his boyfriend and stared at his ass for a while.

“I can see you.”

Blaine smiled, rolling over on the bed. He reached for his orange juice and then let his hand fall limp at the side when he saw an empty glass where he'd left a half full one. “Um… where's my juice?”

Kurt stepped out of his pajama pants and grabbed his towel, giving Blaine an odd look. “Well, I asked if I could have it.”

“I said you could have a sip.”

“Well I told you I was drinking it all.”

Blaine sat there with a blank expression. He didn't even react when his boyfriend sent him that adorable you-love-me-because-I'm-innocent-smile that worked 99.9% of the time. It wasn't going to work now, though. “I don't think this relationship is going to work out.”

Kurt began to laugh as he threw his green towel over his shoulder. He walked over to the bed in just his orange boxer briefs, sitting down on the edge of it and squeezing Blaine's ankle. “Don't be like that. We've been through so much together.”

“I don't even want to hear it,” Blaine tried not to smile as he tossed a pillow at Kurt, watching it hit the boy right in the head. “I'll consider being your friend, but this time you crossed the line, Kurt. This is unforgivable. You are unbelievable.”

Kurt shook his head as he laughed, crawling over to Blaine on the bed. His boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, didn't look like he was having it. “What can I do to make it up to you? Would you like another glass of orange juice?”

“There isn't any more. I took the last of it. Just tell me what's in the closet.”

“Not happening.” Kurt stuck his bottom lip out as he pouted. “I'm sorry…”

“Sorry isn't going to cut it. This is so much worse than when I ate your Yoplait and you know it.”

“I beg to differ—”

“Go shower.”

Kurt jumped on top of him. “Youre all I ever wanted, youre all I ever needed, yeah—”

Blaine broke down and smiled even though he didn't want to. “Singing *NSYNC won't help you out of this one.”

“So tell me what to do now—” Kurt broke off the lyric with a kiss to Blaine's cheek, smiling at how he laughed. “When I want you back…”

Blaine let Kurt kiss him; his hands moving to the strong thighs straddled over him. “Fine. I'll take you back after you've given me 100 kisses.”

Kurt kissed him again. “100? That's it? I could,” he kissed his ear and whispered, “Kiss you all,” he kissed his neck, “freaking,” and then kissed his ear once more, “day.”

 Blaine closed his eyes, extremely into what he thought was about to happen when Kurt started moving his lips down his chest, but then the both of them were startled by a crash that erupted from somewhere in the house. Kurt rolled off of Blaine as the elder jumped up and pulled on his shorts, going to check and see what the noise was.

“What the fuck?”

“Stay here,” Blaine told him. But Kurt was already pulling on pants himself.

“No way. I'm coming with you.”

…

“David, your hand is on my ass.”  

“Well you're stepping all over me. Just crawl in.”  

“Hurry up before a neighbor walks by or something, please?” Justin was on lookout and was getting a bit frustrated with how long this was taking. Santana rolled her eyes and lifted the window, relaxing a lot more when the alarm didn't go off. “Whew.”  

“Hurry up.”  

“Please calm your tatas, David. Give me a boost.”  

David shook his head as he lifted her up by the hips. Santana's skirt was short
and he was getting a peek at the bikini she wore beneath it. “Are you good?”

Santana linked her arm over the kitchen counter and pulled herself up, carefully navigating her way into the kitchen as quietly as she could. David pushed her feet up higher until she was all the way inside, but when she saw Jeff standing there, unpeeling a banana and taking a bite, she almost committed murder.  

“Jeffrey.”  

“Hm?” he asked, chewing and helping her down from the counter. 

“Were you inside the whole time?”  

He shook his head no and gestured to the basement door. “Burt left the garage open so I came in that way.”  

The girl could only glare at him, but for some reason Jeff wasn't comprehending just how annoyed she was. “If you knew that then why the fuck did I just get my ass grabbed
while trying to climb through the kitchen window?”

He stopped chewing the banana and looked up at her. It was then that Jeff noticed she was upset. “I'm sorry? If I would've known you and Justin had come up with some 007 shit I would've done it that way too. My way was boring.”

“OPEN THE DOOR,” Justin screamed from the front of the house. Jeff reached for a box of cereal and went into the cabinets for a bowl.  

“Can you get that? There's Trix.”  

“We just bought food from that diner…”  

“It's not going to be enough.” 

Santana shook her head and walked to the door. She always used to think that Kurt was exaggerating when he mentioned Jeff's appetite. “Fucking Gordito.” 

Justin walked in when Santana answered the door and gave her a questioning look.
“What took so long?”

“Jeff was in the kitchen when I got inside,” she told him, making her way over to the sofa. “Apparently he knew how to get in without climbing through a window but didn't tell
anyone.”  

CraSH!

“Fuck,” Nick said as he walked in. “What the hell was that?”

Justin and Quinn stared at Jeff and David as the two of them came limping out of the kitchen. Santana simply shook her head and took a seat.  

“I tried to help David in through the window—”

“He yanked me in through the window.”

“Because a black guy sneaking in through a window in broad daylight is a good idea,” Justin mumbled, placing all of their food down on the coffee table. David smacked him in the back of the head.

“Ouch!”

Blaine and Kurt both came rushing down the steps but stopped when they were halfway. Kurt rolled his eyes immediately, and the look of half-shock half-fear on Blaine's face faded away when he realized what this was.  He looked around the room at his friends and shook his head.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Quinn waved at Kurt and then gestured at everyone else. “Hey guys. I had nothing to do with this.”

Nick accepted his food from Justin and then addressed the two standing on the staircase. “We bought Layla's. You have five minutes to get dressed and get your ass downstairs.”

“So are we just going to ignore the fact that you guys broke into my home?"

“Five minutes,” Nick repeated. Jeff snuck back into the kitchen.

“Well that's not going to happen,” Kurt told them as he took his boyfriend's hand and walked back up the steps. “We're getting in the shower. Make yourselves at home.”

Santana looked at Quinn and they both started laughing. “This is so much better than being in Glee club right now.”

Quinn walked over to join the rest of them. “You said it best. So who's giving us a tour of Kurt's place?”

“I'll take you,” Justin said, standing up and carrying his food around the home. “This, as you can see, is the living room…”

…

Liam chuckled as he looked at the photo of Kurt and Blaine in the gossip section of the newspaper over John's shoulder. He took a seat at the lunch table beside the teen and smiled, shaking his head. “Young love. It's adorable, isn't it?”

John rolled his eyes and closed the Daily News. “What do you want, Liam?”

“Where's your boyfriend? I'm inviting a bunch of people I deem mature enough to come to a party at UCLA tonight. About 5 thousand beautiful folk will be in attendance and you and your little red head should show face.”

“He's my boyfriend, not my little red head,” John said with a smirk. “Zach usually has family thing on Fridays but I'll see what I can do.”

“Wear a costume, it is Halloween themed,” Liam told him, standing up from his seat and preparing to leave until John stopped him.

“Wait,” he said. “Since you are over here, I want to revisit a conversation we had before… you know, back when you thought you could get in Kurt's pants…”

Liam rolled his eyes and sat back down. He looked around the cafeteria and saw everyone focused on their own conversations—the big topic today was Kurt and Blaine and how they made the newspaper, and how they were on some gossip blog sites as well. Apparently Blaine had decided to come out to the nation as a gay teenager in the BMX industry. Kudos to him. Sure took him a long time… “I could still get into Kurt's pants if I really wanted to.”

“You do really want to,” John said. “He just isn't playing as easy to get as the other hopeful idiots around here.

Liam smiled. “Eh. It is what it is. I'll give him and Blaine a couple more weeks before they're both single, and then I'll go in for the kill. But what do you need, killer? Time is money.”

John pushed his food away and grabbed his cell phone. “I meant what I said about the both of them. They don't belong in my school. Pace was a serious place before they showed up. Kurt barely made it in if I remember correctly, and Blaine's here because Leonard Riley and co. are hopeful for the publicity. You and I both know it.”

Liam shrugged. “If you say so. I happen to think Kurt is here because he deserves to be here—”

“You just want to fuck him, we've established that.”

Liam laughed and pushed back his brown hair. “What do you need, John? Honestly, I've got to go get ready for this party…”

“I was the king here before they showed up. Zach and I were the kings. Maybe he doesnt care about all of that, but I happened to care a lot. We had first choice in everything,” John told him. “Now I'm probably going to miss out on NYADA because Kurt shows up, and he doesn't even fucking deserve it. I want him to bomb at his dance recital. Shit,” John sat back and pulled out his wallet. “I want him embarrassed. If he could fall and possibly the wrong song could play, I'd be all for that.”

Liam watched the boy start to count out twenty dollar bills. “What makes you think I need or even want your money?”

John looked at him. “You always want something, asshole. So what'll it be?”

Liam shook his head and stood up again. “Kurt may've been a dick to me but I'm not fucking him over like that. He's a good kid, and I really do have a chance regardless of what you think.”

“Ok,” John nodded and turned on his seat, facing Liam. “If you say so. That's understandable. You really like him—”

“I didn't say all of that,” Liam chuckled. “Besides, he hates me, and let's not get me started on Blaine—”

“You like him. It's ok.”

Liam rolled his eyes. “I've gotta get going.”

“If you're willing to change your mind, I could probably convince my boyfriend to let the both of us go home with him from this party tonight…”

Liam stared at the 18 year-old for a while before smiling. “Instead of worrying about Kurt and Blaine, maybe you need to worry about wowing the talent scouts at your music recital coming up soon.”

John smirked and nodded. “Uh huh. See you tonight.”

Liam shook his head and walked off, but the offer was still fresh in his mind as he neared the school's exit. 

…

It was about 2 when the group pulled into the parking lot at the mall in Long Beach. Dani was standing outside, leant against her car as she waited for them. The look on her face was not one that emitted happiness, and Kurt pointed at David when they got out of the vehicle.

“It was all his fault. He was taking forever in the shower.”

Justin laughed as David hugged her. “You know he's lying because Blaine is limping.”

Blaine stuck his middle finger up. He wasnt even limping that much, but his legs was still a little shaky.

They entered the mall as David introduced his girlfriend to Quinn and Santana. He slapped Santana's hand away when it held Dani's hand for longer than it needed to, making them both laugh.

“Relax,” Dani told him, letting him wrap his arm around her body. “So how are we going to tackle this? I already bought my costume online.”

“I did too,” Jeff said.

“Well everyone's costume should be a surprise. I say we go in one at a time, buy what we're buying, and then come out.” Santana raised her hand after speaking. “I volunteer to go first because I already know what I'm going to be and on top of that this was my idea.”

“We already know that you are going to be a stripper.” Nick said loud enough for the group to hear.

The group gave some ooos, but of course Santana had a comeback. “I do not wish to be your mother for Halloween, Nicholas. It's bad enough she's stuck with that mask. Permanently.”

They all laughed as Nick chased her into the store. Blaine smiled, shaking his head and turning to his boyfriend. “Want to go somewhere else while they do this?”

Kurt bit his lip and looked around. “I could use that haircut.”

“No,” Blaine took his hand and started walking away. “Text one of us when you all are done, Quinn.”

She nodded ok as she dragged Justin over to the Starbucks line.

“Alright,” Kurt said, looking around at all the stores. “Want to kill time at the arcade?”

Blaine shook his head no. “Let's go into the jewelry store. Look at rings.”

Kurt rolled his eyes, though he did smile. “That's unnecessary. I already bought your ring.”

“You're full of shit—”

“Oh! A sex shop…” Kurt looked across the mall and pointed at the store, smiling a bit as he turned to his boyfriend. “That's new, isn't it?”

Blaine smiled and led the way over there. “I've honestly never seen it before. Think they will let us in?”

Kurt shrugged, noticing a few people watching them and whispering as they walked. “I don't know… I think since our little newspaper debut, you've gotten a few new fans.”

Blaine looked around and saw people turn their heads when he did so. He stopped and shrugged, holding Kurt's hands tighter in his. “Are you ok with that by the way? We really didn't … talk about it.”

“About us being in the paper?”

Blaine nodded. “Well, as a couple. That makes everyone knowing a bit more real and I just wanted to know if you were ok with it.”

“I'm fine,” Kurt told him. He started to walk again, smiling to himself at the thought of people seeing it. “If Selena Gomez and whoever she's dating now can be in the news then something like what we have can be in it too. I don't mind. As long as people respect us and our space.”

Blaine noticed a few more people watching and whispering as they passed a True Religion store and stopped in front of the sex shop. “Yeah. But what I'm saying is, there's probably someone taking pictures of us about to walk into this kinky ass store and by the time we walk out they'll be all over Twitter.” Kurt's face blanched. Blaine smiled and continued. “Not that I want you to worry.”

Kurt looked around. There were mostly older people at the mall right now—housewives and people shopping for costumes themselves. Everyone else was probably at school or working, and there didn't seem to be any cameras pointed their way. “I think we'll be fine. If not, I'll tell my dad we went in as a dare or something.”

Blaine smirked. That wasn't going to work. “Yeah. Alright.”

They entered the store and there was a 17 and older sign right near the front. Kurt reached for his ID, as did his boyfriend, and the security guy who was about Blaine's height (which meant he was not so intimidating) nodded to them and let them enter. A girl maybe in her young 20s smiled at them and put down a whip she was waving around in what looked like boredom.

“Welcome to Your Desire. There's a 20% off sale on all condoms right now, and we also have Adams Toy Box New line of masturbators. There is the “Pipedream -Fuck My Tight Ass” that seems to be a big hit.”

Kurt stared at her for a moment and what looked like shock. Blaine nodded his thanks, sliding his hand around Kurt's waist and leading him in a different direction. He didn't want to go back to the days of condoms, even though their parents would probably kill them if they found out they weren't using any protection, and he already had a tight ass to fuck so whatever the hell else she was talking about wasnt necessary.

Kurt curiously looked down each aisle before walking into the last one. The store itself was dimly lit, which he thought was a bad idea. What if the camera couldn't pick up someone's identity if they were to steal? What if people got turned on by the cheesy porn music playing and started getting hot and heavy in the back of the store? Blaine let go of his hip and straightened his Yankee cap, looking down at a pair of beads.

“I don't know what they are but they're purple.”

Kurt laughed, shaking his head and bending down to pick it up. “They're anal beads. They stimulate the prostate. It's supposed to heighten your orgasm as you pull them out.”

Blaine's face was a bit unreadable as he looked down at the package in his boyfriend's hand. “Who made you an expert?”

“I've been interested in boys a lot longer than you, darling. I've had time to do my research.”

Blaine nodded, smiling a little as he looked away.

“And just because I was a virgin before meeting you didn't mean I wasn't curious.”

“I didn't say anything,” Blaine said, picking up another anal bead thing and looking at the information and demonstrations on the back. “Interesting.”

Kurt moved down the aisle to the plugs and looked at the variety. When he was about grab a pack of three that were different sizes, he heard something start vibrating. Blaine began to laugh as he held a shorter silver pair of beads in his hand.

“My bad.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and grabbed the plugs, reading the description on them. Blaine walked over to his side, sliding his hand over the back of the boy's ass.

“Ah. You can graduate to a new size it says.”

“I'm pretty sure I'm ready for the biggest one,” Kurt said with a whisper, winking when Blaine began to look into his eyes instead of at his lips. “This is a walk in the park.”

“Put your money where your mouth is…”

“Gladly,” Kurt said, turning to face him. “What are you willing to bet?”

Blaine smiled, folding his arms. In one hand was the purple anal beads that he'd taken back from Kurt, and they were stashed carefully under his bicep. “You have to wear the biggest one tonight at the party, and I will be holding this remote,” Blaine gestured to the package, “while controlling the vibration intensity.”

“You would know that it vibrates, wouldn't you?” Kurt teased.

“If you can't take it then I win 10 bucks.”

“One, you're cheap. Two, I didn't say anything about having it vibrate. I just said I could have it in…”

“Pussy,” Blaine said, walking off towards the back of the store where all the … leather was. “All talk but you can't back it up.”

“When have I ever not been able to back up what I say?” Kurt asked with a smirk, following him. Blaine bit his lip, failing to hold back his smile as he went over to the next aisle. He picked up some handcuffs and a purple leopard print blindfold, making Kurt raise his eyebrow in question.

“A minute ago you did.”

“Fine,” Kurt folded his arms too and cocked one hip out to the side. “You're on. If I can keep it in—”

“Without coming,” Blaine added. Kurt rolled his eyes.

“At the party?”

“Yup,” Blaine smiled. Kurt shook his head, but agreed to it.

“Fine. You play dirty. But I'll keep it in for an hour without giving up. After that you have to stop torturing me because it's probably illegal in most states.”

Blaine was full-on grinning now. “If you can do it, you get 10 bucks.”

“Make it fifty.”

“Ten,” Blaine repeated. “No wonder you don't want to go to Vegas with me, you obviously have a gambling addiction.”

Kurt laughed and turned away, scanning the aisle for the perfect dildo. Blaine watched him, following the boy's footsteps and smiling at the impressively large one Kurt picked up.

“I'd love to watch you ride this while you're blowing me…”

Blaine's eyebrows shot up at what his boyfriend whispered in his ear. “Yeah? Well we can go home right now…”

Kurt bit his lip, adding the dildo to their collection of things and walking into the next aisle. When they were at the checkout, the cashier scanned all four of the different dildo/vibrators they bought, two pair of anal beads, the plugs, masturbation lube, handcuffs, blindfolds, more massage oil, a purple adjustable cock ring, and a little something for nipple play. The cashier looked a mixture of proud and scared, but gladly accepted Kurt's cash when he handed it over.

“I'm about to see where everyone is babe.”

Kurt nodded to him while he watched the cashier counting his money. Her arms were tattooed pretty heavily; tons of colors, and she had some kind of tribal design over her bare shoulder. “All of that looks… painful.”

The girl—her nametag read Marsha—laughed a little as she handed him over his change. “Oh, I wouldn't say that. Maybe the bit on my ribs, but everywhere else just… stung a bit.”

Blaine glanced up at her before typing.

BMXBlizzy: What's the status?

Quinnie_Mouse: Santana is taking her sweet time. You two might as well do the same. Most of us are in the arcade ATM.

“Even the coloring?” Kurt asked. “I read up online that the coloring in was a little painful.”

“Well it all depends on the person and their tolerance for pain,” Marsha told him. “Me, I'm fine with the needles. I just refuse to let one go anywhere near my ribs again,” she shook her head and started to bag items. “Because that was really painful, at least for me. But I got this here done in the mall,” she continued, showing both Kurt and Blaine the tattoo sleeve on both arms. “There's a body piercing and tattoo shop at the end of the mall, near the Lawrence Avenue exit. Jake is my guy. I go to him for everything.”

Kurt looked at Blaine who looked back at him and started to shake his head no. “Your father would kill me if I didn't tell you this was a bad idea—”

“There,” Kurt said with the roll of his eyes. “You told me. Now, let's go get our matching tattoos.”

“Babe­­—”­

“Yes, my love?”

Blaine licked his lips, about to ask Kurt if he was totally sure about all of this. This was kind of a spur of the moment thing and he didn't want Burt coming down hard on Kurt like he did with the hip piercings. “Are you sure? I don't… want you to get grounded again. I hated that just as much as you did, I'm sure.”

Kurt was thankful that the bags were plain black when he accepted them. He didn't need everyone and their great aunt Helga to know how much he just spent buying sex toys. “I'm sure. I doubt my dad will care much. I told you he and I spoke about this. He didn't really agree but I know he knows I'm doing it anyway. Thank you, Marsha.”

“Anytime,” she told them. “And as for the tattoos, be sure this is something you want. It's pretty final.”

Blaine looked at Kurt who seemed pretty ok with what she'd just said. “So is my relationship with this knucklehead.”

She laughed. “Sweet. Come back again soon!”

Blaine accepted the other bags and followed his boyfriend out of the store. They nodded to the short pretend security guard as they entered the properly lit mall. Kurt looked around and smiled as he turned to face him.

“Are they done?”

“Santana hasn't even finished shopping yet,” Blaine answered. “We probably have time to get your hair cut a quarter of an inch.”

Kurt smiled and shot a glance in the direction of the barbershop. “Meh. If you don't want me to cut it then I'll have Justin trim it tomorrow or something.”

"That sounds like a plan to me. As long as he doesnt fuck you up like he does every song he ever sings."

"Be nice to him."

“To Justin? The same guy that organized a break-in at your house just a couple hours ago?”

Kurt smiled. “Ok. You can be mean to him. So what are we doing?”

“They're upstairs at the arcade. I guess we can go to this tattoo shop in the meanwhile. But," Blaine moved in closer to kiss his boyfriend on the cheek. "I do want you to know that if Burt's upset, I'm snitching.

Kurt pulled him closer and rested his hand on Blaine's hip. Blaine was making a bigger deal of it than his father would, he thought. This all came down to the fact that if Blaine could profess his love by doing something like putting Kurt's name on his chest, then Kurt should be allowed to do the same. "I mean, of course hed probably be a little upset but he knows how I feel about you. He would get over it."

Blaine didnt seem too convinced.

"Do you not want me to get a tattoo?"

His boyfriend rolled his eyes. "Come on, dont be like that. We talked about this and of course Id love for my name to be on you as well. Its just that even though we've come this far and Burt seems to be on board with the two of us, hes still fucking scary." Blaine looked into his boyfriends eyes and smiled. Kurt only rolled his eyes. "On top of all of that, I really, really, really, dont want you to be on punishment again. If you think that week was hard for you, it was really hard for me. I hate not being able to see you."

"My dad isnt going to punish me.”

Blaine laughed.

"Well, Im going to get the tattoos we talked about regardless of whether or not you agree. Now if youll excuse me," Kurt started to walk off in the direction of the tattoo shop. He moved his hips as he went and Blaine stood there watching, knowing Kurt was purposely putting on a show. He glanced around first and the mall was quieter than a Friday usually deemed it, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. After taking a deep breath and shaking his head because this probably wouldn't end well, Blaine followed after him.

"Wait up," Blaine jogged over and caught up to him. Kurt turned around with a smile, obviously expecting him to do just that. "You dont have to be such a drama king. Besides, like you mentioned we did talk about getting matching tattoos and it would be cool to do this together."

Kurt smiled widely. "I would have to agree with you there cutie."

"Since you paid for our dildos, I'll pay for this. And then after we do this together, Burt can kill us together. Itll be totally romantic."

"Shut up."

Blaine laughed, following his boyfriend down the strip of stores towards the tattoo and body piercing shop.

…

Donald Kinsella's phone had been ringing off the hook that day. He was busy trying to get things in order for his nephew's Recon Tour appearance, but as his manager, handling these other requests were important too.

The thing was, all of these talk shows wanting to interview both Blaine and Kurt more than likely had ill intent. He would've loved to have the two of them positively being interviewed about their relationship but Don doubted that would be the case—especially not with the blogs being brought to his attention now.

Don shook his head. All of that was stupid gossip. There were important things at stake. He dialed Blaine's phone number again and didn't get an answer. Blaine was supposed to be picking up his son from school that afternoon and the last thing Don wanted was an excuse from him.

You've reached Blaine Anderson. I'm not around to answer your call right now, so please leave a detailed message after the beep.

“Blaine, this is your Uncle. Again. Please get back to me. You have your photo shoot this weekend in LA and I want to make sure you're ready. Also, please tell me you didn't forget my son or if you won't be able to get him so I can have other arrangements made. Alright. Call me back, thanks.”

Don sat back in his office, deciding to decline the few requests for interviews of Blaine with Kurt. Now wasn't the time for any of that. The two of them were focusing on school and media involvement with their relationship wasn't necessary at all—

Ring. Ring.

Don rubbed the bridge of his nose as he accepted the call from the unknown number. “D. Kinsella speaking.”

“Donald? Yes, this is Angela with KLAC Sports radio and I've been trying to get in contact with you—”

“To talk to Blaine or to Kurt, correct?”

There was short laugher on the other end. “Yes. Definitely. I don't know if you're aware but the people would love to hear from Blaine and his boyfriend as well—the two of them together would be great. And with Blaine's competition coming up—”

“He didn't do this to promote his competition, Angela,” Don said. “He did it because he loves his boyfriend—”

“And that's ever better, Mr. Kinsella. We just think it'd be great for Blaine to get that message out there. I don't know if you've seen the internet lately but if you Google your client, people are saying that he and Kurt are only coming out to promote Blaine, but if he has a story to share, we want him to share it here on our radio show.”

Don looked down at the computer in front of him. The last thing he wanted was for his nephew to be a target for the media to aim at constantly. He had a hard enough time himself keeping a clean image. But with Blaine, Don didn't think it'd be as simple. “For now, we're going to have to decline. I don't think Blaine would want to feed into any of this. But, if we happen to change our minds, we'll let you know Angela.”

“Well, that's all I can ask for. Thank you.”

“Thank you.” He hung up the phone and sighed, falling back into his leather seat.

From Blaine:

Hey unc, getting a tattoo. Mikey is with Nick and I'm getting him as soon as I leave here.

Don sighed harder. He was working hard over here and Blaine was somewhere getting a tattoo.

From Blaine:

PS. Love you.

…

Nick glanced up at the television as he waited for nap time to be done with. The Halloween party at the UCLA campus began at 10, so it wasn't like they were cutting it close or anything. But, Nick did want to be able to get into costume and hang with their friends for a while before they left. Yet the two of them had been out for an hour like this—Jeff with his head on Mikey's chest, a little bit of drool at the corner of his lips—Mikey with cupcake frosting still on his nose as he snored softly. Nick didn't want to wake them, and it wasn't only because of how adorable they looked as they slept on Jeff's Fall Out Boy themed bed, but because he knew they'd probably curse him out and roll back over.

Still, the sight was too much at times. Nick wondered if it was because he was a dad now... god that was even weird to think about, he wondered if seeing Jeff with little people like this would always make him internally flail a bit, and if he'd always be this pathetic, but he couldn't say he cared. ­

Oh, wont you stay with me?
Cause youre all I need
This aint love, its clear to see
But darling, stay with me

Nick quickly reached for his phone as he muted the television completely. He smiled at the name and face on the caller ID which was something he wouldn't have done seeing this number call him a couple months ago, but now, everything had changed.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” Ashleigh answered, and he could tell she was smiling. “What's up? Do you have a minute?”

“Yeah, for sure,” Nick sat up and started to stretch. “I was actually just thinking about you and Brooklyn. Haven't heard from you all day. What's going on? How's she doing?”

“I just got home a couple hours ago. My mom was bitching because it was a little late, but SAT prep ran a bit longer than I expected and ugh, it was a long Friday. But, your daughter is here being a fussy brat and even my singing won't help. I don't know.”

Nick smiled before he rolled his eyes. “Your singing is probably what's making her upset in the first place—”

“Shut up!”

Nick laughed and played at the hem of his t-shirt. He could hear his daughter in the background and sighed after a moment—the two of them quiet on the line. Everything about hearing Brook's voice and knowing she was there, she was well, and he wasn't around… it really did suck at times. He wanted to be there. He wanted not to be afraid that Brooklyn didn't know who the hell he was when he did get to see her, and just missing out on the little things killed him.

“I miss you both.”

The crying in the background got a little louder. Ashleigh could be heard trying to soothe her as she answered.

“We miss you too. I'm trying to work something out so that I can bring her to your family after Thanksgiving, but if that doesn't happen, definitely after Christmas. Regardless of what my dad says.”

Nick nodded before glancing over at Jeff. Though his boyfriend was facing away from him, he still appeared to be asleep. He cleared his throat a bit and spoke.

“Um. Has he said anything else…?”

“About?”

Nick licked his lips. “About wanting you and me to work things out… for Brooklyn's sake. Like you were telling me when we came.”

“Oh.” She moved around a bit and it sounded like Brooklyn was closer to the phone. “One second. Just let me give her the bottle…”

“Sure.” Nick stood and walked over to the computer desk before sitting. He tapped a little on Jeff's laptop and waited patiently. Brook's whines had quieted out and then Ashleigh was speaking again.

“About my father, I told him that you were with someone and that you two are solid. Again,” she sighed. “He insists that you should at least try us but even if you were single, I'm across the damn country. Besides, I don't give a crap what his friends think about me being a single mom.”

Nick was quiet.

“And I don't know… I don't want you to worry about any of it. You're sweet for caring about the old fart but, I don't, at least not in terms of what he thinks about your and my relationship. Just promise me you're going to be here for her when you can and that's honestly all I need.”

“I promise,” Nick said without hesitation. “I definitely will. And… let's put it this way,” Nick began. “If I happen to be single when I come to New York, and you happen to be single, we can talk about it.”

Ashleigh laughed. “You don't have to—”

“I know it's a long shot but I'm saying. If it's the case, we can at least try. Not for him, but for Brooklyn.”

She hummed a bit. “We'll talk more about that later. I … I like Jeff. You two seem to like one another a lot.”

Nick smiled. “I like him a lot, yes. We'll talk about it. But do me a favor… I've gotta get going in a bit. Just put the phone to her ear.”

“Will do.”

After a moment, Nick began to speak. “Brooklyn? It's your dad… I don't know why I paused like you'd answer when you're an infant,” he laughed awkwardly, “but… before I begin to ramble, I will say that I love you with ever part of me and I want you to be good for mom and for your grandparents, ok?” he stopped and looked down at his fingernails. “I can't wait to hold you again—”

There was a cooing noise and Ashleigh laughed. Nick smiled, hoping that it meant his little girl was responding to his voice. “I know, sweetie. I love you a lot. Soon.”

He stopped speaking and then before he could wait long, Ashleigh answered.

“That all, dad?”

“Yeah… how'd you know?”

“Speakerphone, genius. You should've seen the smile on her face. Identical to yours, basically, but one day we can FaceTime.”

Nick's heart was soaring. He laughed and nodded at the idea. Behind him, he could hear one of the boys on the bed stirring. “Sounds great. I'll call you in the morning,

“Later! Tell the boys I said hey. And Brook's waving goodbye.”

He laughed and promised that he would before hanging up, but once the call ended, he felt a little emptier than he thought he would. At least after getting to hear Brooklyn's voice, he thought it'd lift his spirits but it made him feel worse. It made him feel a million miles away and like he wasn't where he was needed.

“That was Ash?”

The voice startled him slightly. Nick turned around and saw Jeff staring up at the ceiling now, not giving him any eye contact. He nodded and stood to his feet.

“Yeah. She called while you were knocked out. Baby girl is a little cranky but she's fine now.”

Jeff nodded and then lowered his eyes to the TV. He was unusually quiet and it made Nick bite his lip. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah.” Jeff sat up and checked the time. “We should get going. I didn't mean to sleep this late.”

“I didn't want to wake you and Mikey,” Nick said softly, watching Jeff's face. Now he was wondering if his boyfriend heard any of the conversation and honestly, he didn't feel so good about it. “Hope you slept well…”

Jeff smiled as an answer but still didn't give him any eye contact. He stood up and started to tickle-shake the little boy awake, laughing when Mikey's eyes snapped open like something out of a horror movie.

“Wake up, big head. It's time to get you home before your Mommy beats me.”

Mikey rubbed his eyes and stretched his skinny limbs out before rolling over on the bed. “Mmkay.”

Nick picked up the little boy's sneakers as he peered over at his boyfriend. “So we're good? You seem a bit out of it.”

Jeff nodded quickly. “We're fine. I don't know why we wouldn't be fine. Where are my shoes?”

“Over here,” Nick tossed the Adidas to him.

Jeff smiled, finally giving him some semblance of recognition. “Thank you.”

“I hope my mommy has pizza,” Mikey said, half-asleep as he spoke.

…

Santana knocked on Kurt's bedroom door and was annoyed that he had it locked in the first place. It wasn't like she didn't know what he was going as for Halloween—it was her that bought Kurt and Blaine's costumes for them in the first place because they were busy getting tattooed in suspect mall tattoo and body piercing shops after all. Blaine walked out of the bathroom with his ax in hand, proudly showing off his body beneath the suspenders he wore. He and Kurt were matching firemen and Santana already knew how this night would end.

“What's taking this so long? You both are wearing the same thing and you've been ready for ten minutes now.”

Blaine looked Santana up and down and rolled his eyes at her costume. She had angel wings and a halo, but nothing else about the outfit was heavenly. “Your shorts could be a bit longer, don't you think?”

“They're called shorts for a reason, genius.”

“I think Kurt has a white pair of skinny jeans you can put on.”

“You're not my father and there's no way I'm wearing skinny jeans with this.” Santana turned and knocked on the door again. “Kurt!”

“I'm almost done!”

Blaine bit his lip into a smile, imagining Kurt putting the plug inside of him. Deep inside of him. “Do you need help, amore?”

“Go away.”

Blaine played with the bright red suspenders over his chest and smiled at Santana. “We may as well go downstairs. He tends to take a while to get ready.”

Santana rolled her eyes and started to walk away in her heels. “Well, I need to compliment you on your tattoos. I think they add to the costume.”

Blaine followed her down the steps where Quinn and Justin were waiting. He smiled to himself. On his neck was a brand new tattoo of Kurt's lips in pure red, and he loved it. Kurt did too. He also got their anniversary date tattooed on his right bicep and everyone thought it looked pretty cool. Kurt got the same tattoo beneath his collarbone on the right side of his chest, and he tattooed Blaine's name on his left hand ring finger. Blaine loved it even though they were still getting teased for all of it.

“Thank you. We're making a Tumblr together like those bloggers do when they're dating and we're going to post pics together,” Blaine told her as they reached the bottom step. “You can follow us.”

“I'll pass.” She looked around at all of her friends. “Can Mikey come back over? I'm willing to forgive him for cheating on me with Dani and whatever other girls hes been talking to. You guys bore me.”

Upstairs, Kurt strapped his suspender carefully. He refused to strap the right one because his tattoo wasnt healed, and the fear of infection was strong. After styling his hair, he acknowledged the fact that he was ready, but he did want to get used to walking with this huge plug inside of him. He was a dumbass to yap off at the mouth and agree to this but he wasn't going to back down from the challenge now, and the idea was to have only Blaine know that there was anything inside of him at all. That would be one hell of a challenge, too.

Ive got some damn bad intentions
Ive got some damn bad intentions
I got some secrets I forgot to mention
Havent learned my lesson
Ive got some damn bad intentions
I see the world in 25 dimensions
Ive seen evil reign over perfection
Blood heat over tension
And I know...

Kurt reached for his phone and winced when he saw who it was. “Hello? I'm so sorry I didn't respond to your text earlier but it was a crazy day.”

“And a crazy night last night, too, I imagine,” Chandler said. Kurt bit his lip as he walked over to his wallet, sliding it into his fireman's pants.

“Correct. But what's up?”

“Nothing much,” Chandler told him. “I was just online earlier and saw an article about Blaine that I wanted to bring to your attention. As a friend.”

Kurt picked up the remote control to the plug inside him and held onto it, lifting an eyebrow at what his ex was saying. “So you're saying you're my friend?”

There was a laugh. “I thought we were still kind of close.”

“I don't know. I mean after you tried to convince me Blaine had a daughter that wasn't his…that seemed a bit malicious.”

“I misheard. I was looking out for you,” Chandler said. “I could give a crap about him but you're still important to me—despite what you did to me.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Listen, Chandler. If this is anything negative about my boyfriend then I don't even want to hear it. And that's the truth.”

“I understand that,” Chandler cleared his throat. “Whether you want to hear it or not, you need to know what's being said. I know you two like one another—”

“Love.”

“Fine,” he said. “Love, but blogs are reporting that Blaine dragged you onto the red carpet last night just so he'd get some attention. His little competition here in Ohio is coming up—”

“I'm actually on my way out the door Chandler, and if this is what you want to talk about then I honestly don't want to hear it.”

“Just look for yourself. I'll send you the link. I'd hate to have to tell you that I told you so one day because I know you like him for whatever reason, but if I don't watch out for you no one else will.” Chandler stopped for a moment and Kurt shook his head, looking down at the newspaper. “I was the one who watched your back when we were getting bullied, not everyone else. Now, they're being supportive but they really aren't. They only want to get in on Blaine and his friends' good side so that they might—”

“Chandler, I have to go. I would say we can discuss this later but I don't even want to talk about it. Like… at all. Ever.”

“Suit yourself. And I saw your new tattoos on Facebook. You are rushing into this a bit, don't you think? It's been like 4 months.”

Kurt laughed. “It'll be 6 months in a week. But what I do with my body isn't your concern. It wasn't really ever any of your concern. I hope you and your boyfriend are doing well.”

“We are.”

“Great,” Kurt walked over to his door and unlocked it. “Goodnight, Chandler.”

“Yeah. Goodbye. Enjoy your party.”

Kurt hung up. He looked at the link that was in his inbox a couple seconds later before deciding to click on it. His curiosity would get the best of him, and he needed to know what was being said about them anyway. This way he could tell everyone just how full of shit they were and why.

He shook his head at the ridiculous blog entry and went to join his friends downstairs.

No need for any other comment. They were purely ridiculous.

There were sarcastic cheers as he walked down the steps and Kurt stuck his middle finger up for all of them to see, smirking at Quinn who wolf-whistled.

“Looking sexy, boys.”

Blaine nodded his agreement. They may've been wearing the same outfit but Kurt seemed to pull it off a bit better. Maybe he was subjective. “Hey. You alright?”

Kurt nodded to his boyfriend, smiling as he slid the remote into his pocket. “I'm great.”

Blaine smiled. “Good.”

“Alright, I say we get out of here before they start fucking in front of us.” Justin pulled out his car keys. “Santana, I suggest you drive with us.”

“You don't have to tell me twice,” she said, grabbing her purse and linking pinkies with Quinn. “See you boys on campus.”

Quinn kissed Kurt on the cheek and he waved goodbye to them—Justin as Batman and Quinn as Cat Woman, and Santana leading the way to Justin's vehicle. Blaine put on his fireman's hat and picked up his ax, turning around and smiling at his boyfriend. “You look hot, Mr. Fireman.”

Kurt smiled, moving in closer. “Thank you. You're always so sexy.”

Blaine dropped one hand to Kurt's hip and dragged it down his ass. “Is it in?”

“It is,” Kurt whispered into his ear. “And it feels good.”

Blaine squeezed his ass and kissed him on the cheek. “Then come on. It's a bit of a drive and I want to have some fun.”

Kurt grabbed his prop wrench and walked slowly, allowing Blaine to follow him out of the door. Blaine dug in his pocket and turned the remote onto the lowest vibration setting, smiling when Kurt went ramrod straight and grabbed onto the doorknob.

“OH my god…”

Blaine turned it off and smiled. “Yeah. Tonight is going to be fun.”

…

I feel were close enough.
I wanna lock in your love baby.
I think were close enough.
Could I lock in your love?

Now I got you in my space.
I wont let go of you.
Got you shackled in my embrace.
Im latching onto you.

Kurt looked around the large party and honestly didn't know what to do with himself. He didn't think he'd ever been in a room with that many people before, and he didn't know if he wanted to be. This looked like a fire hazard, and the last thing he needed was for people to stare at him—the guy in the firefighter costume—if anything were to actually go wrong.

But this party did stretch over quite a bit of the campus. Kurt was currently standing in one of the music halls where upon first inspection, people seemed to be not as drunk as the other halls they passed by. People were rubbing against each other and singing along to the song playing. Santana snuck past him and looked around the party, smiling when she saw a group of girls grinding in a circle. “If you excuse me… I know where I belong.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and glanced around for familiar faces he knew. Nick and Jeff were supposedly already there with Dani and David, but with the mass of college students surrounding him right now, all in varying costumes, Kurt didn't think he'd ever find them. Blaine was out trying to find parking, as was Justin in his car, and with Santana already getting her mack on, he was riding solo.

Or so he thought.

For the first few minutes, guy after guy came over to hit on him. Kurt rejected all of them, too, until he realized that if he said yes to one, he wouldn't get asked by another for a while. The lucky winner was a tall blond with braces, dressed like Sheldon from Big Bang Theory. Kurt assumed that's what his outfit was.

To Blaine:

I'm dancing with some guy with a creepy smile but it's only because you're taking a long time and I'm tired of guys asking me to dance. Hurry up. xo

“So what's your name?”

“Kurt,” he answered, dancing along to the end of the Disclosure song. “You?”

“Peter.”

Kurt laughed a little and nodded. “I have history with a Peter. But it isn't good history.”

The Sheldonish guy continued his corny dance moves with a smile. “We should change that. I mean, we could.”

Kurt smiled back. “This is nothing more than a dance. My boyfriend should be in here in a minute.”

From Blaine:

I'll be in in a second.

Kurt looked up from his dying cell phone screen. “Or a second.”

“Ah. Boyfriend,” Peter pouted a bit. “That sucks. You're really beautiful. He's a lucky guy.”

Kurt nodded. “He is—oh! Oh… oh god,” Kurt grasped onto the taller guy and dropped his head as the toy inside of him started to vibrate. “I'm sorry… I'm sorry—”

“Are you ok, Kurt?” he asked, not knowing what to do. The last thing he needed was for people to think he drugged him or something.

Kurt smiled once it stopped and his legs stopped quivering. “Uh… yes! I'm fine. Sorry.”

Blond Peter stared at him. “Oookay…”

“May I cut in?”

Peter looked over at Blaine and nodded as he took a step back. He smiled and waved goodbye to Kurt. “Feel better.”

“Thank you,” Kurt turned his attention to Blaine and smirked, slapping him on the shoulder. "Youre an asshole! That was really uncalled for. People are going to think I'm a pedophile.”

Blaine bit his lip into a smile. “How does it feel? I'm curious…”

“Good actually.” A new song began to play and Kurt pulled him closer, beginning to kiss him. “Can we go find our friends? I actually want to see what Nick and Jeff are and David has been bragging about his costume for days now so…”

Blaine nodded. “We can do that. Only if you promise to dance with only me for the rest of the night.”

Kurt smirked. “I love it when you're jealous.”

Blaine smiled as he walked off.

I know, I know, I know for sure
Everybody want to steal my girl
Everybody want to take her heart away
Couple billion in the whole wide world
Find another one cause she belongs to me

“Watch where you're walking, dick wad.”

Blaine was about to turn around with clenched fists but rolled his eyes when he saw it was only Justin. “Shut up. We're looking for the others…”

Quinn took Kurt's left wrist, sparing his tattooed hand the pain even though it was bandaged right now. Kurt reached back for Blaine's hand and Blaine reached for Santana who really didn't want to be removed from the girl she was flirting with, and the four of them followed Justin's height through the party. After about five minutes of being shoved, Blaine sighed in relief when he saw a ninja at the bar waving to him. That was definitely Jeff.

“What's up, guys? I thought you ditched us.”

Kurt shook his head at the costume but couldn't help but smile. “You look awesome.”

“As do you two…”

“But I'm the man of the hour,” David walked over and Blaine was so frightened he literally jumped. Kurt tried not to laugh at his boyfriend, but he really couldn't help it. Blaine was afraid of everything. The costume was amazing but it wasn't that scary.

“Are you laughing at me?” Blaine asked, staring at his boyfriend. Kurt smiled and shook his head no.

“I'm not. I just thought about something funny.”

“I'm happy my makeup caused that effect,” David said, looking like the happiest zombie ever. “Dani did it for me.”

Dani was dressed as Katniss Everdeen, bow and all, and she blushed at the kiss on the cheek David gave her. Blaine grimaced. That makeup job was done way too well and he knew he'd be having nightmares tonight.  There was a freaking eyeball hanging from the socket for crying out loud. “I do what I can,” she sang.

“You look great,” Santana told her, pretty much ignoring David. “Where's the other short one? The one that kind of favors Blaine… they're close friends…”

“Nick?” Jeff asked.

“Yes. Him.”

He popped up behind her in a Where's Waldo costume with a couple beers and smiled. “My outfit is kind of fitting, huh?”

Quinn laughed, pulling off his toboggan. “I like it.”

Blaine nodded too. “Pretty cool.”

Jeff took a seat at the bar, not saying much else—something that was odd for him. Justin stared at him for a while as he fixed his Batman mask.

“Everyone looks pretty awesome, but I think I'm going to go drink and dance with my boyfriend now.”

“Same,” Dani dragged zombie David along and followed them over to the dance floor. Kurt smiled before leaning against the bar, smiling at his boyfriend.

“Can I get you a drink?”

Blaine shook his head no. “I'm mad at you for laughing at me.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and ordered two drinks anyway, leaning against Jeff as the ninja stared down at his cell phone. Santana snuck off somewhere again and Nick rubbed the nape of his neck as he looked around.

“What's up with you?” Blaine asked.

Nick shook his head no, even though it was clear that something was bothering him. He started to nod along to the song and sing, too.

Everyday people do
Everyday things but I
Can't be one of them
I know you hear me now
We are a different kind
We can do anything

We could be heroes
We could be heroes
Me and you

Blaine smiled as he watched Kurt talking with the dude in charge of drinks. He checked his watch and saw that there was still plenty of time left to torture his boyfriend, turning the remote onto the second setting.

“I'm not surprised you have a boyfriend,” the guy whispered to Kurt, pouring him a drink. “You should call me when you want a real man, though.”

Kurt bit his lip, holding onto the edge of the bar as the plug inside of him vibrated against his prostate. Jeff felt him tense up and turned to look at him, lowering his ninja hood. He then looked at Blaine who was staring at Kurt and smirked.

Cheeky bastards.

“I'll b-be sure to c-call you,” Kurt forced out with a smile, trying his best not to let his eyes roll back. The bartender smiled and handed the cups to him.

“Your stutter is really adorable, too.”

“So are you sure that you're ok? You and Jeff aren't all over one another at a party,” Blaine said to his best friend. “Parties are usually where you two get drunk and thrive.”

Nick smiled. “I think he's mad at me, but it's whatever.”

Blaine turned the vibration off and slid it back into his pocket. Kurt straightened up at once. “Well can I ask what happened or do you not want to talk about it.”

Nick looked around the party. He could see John and Zach from their school dancing with one another and shrugged. “He may've heard me talking to Ashleigh earlier but I don't know. He won't say.”

Blaine rolled his eyes.

“This is why I didn't want to say anything to you, bro. You're going to assume the worst—”

“That's not it,” Blaine said, swinging his ax around. He looked up and saw John staring at him before quickly diverting his eyes, and Blaine sighed because he didn't want to deal with that again. “You understand the last time I spoke to you about her, you were considering being with her right?”

“That's not true. I just told you what she and I spoke about—”

“This is for you,” Kurt said, interrupting the two of them and smiling as Blaine took the red solo cup. “Can I steal him from you for a dance?”

Blaine stared at Kurt's chest and licked his lips. “Just give me one minute and I'll be right over.”

Kurt nodded, taking a sip and dancing as he walked away. He grabbed ninja!Jeff and dragged him over to the dance floor, the two of them joining Quinn and Justin near the center. Blaine looked away from them and back to Nick.

“I'm not used to Jeff being unhappy, especially since you came along,” Blaine said. “So if you're considering leaving him, or linking up with Ashleigh at any time you need to stop being an ass about it and let him know.”

Nick shook his head no and crossed his arms. “I'm in love with him, Blaine.”

Blaine stared at his best friend.

“I'm really in love with him. But when I think about things… it just seems like things would be so much easier with my daughter and the mother of my child than things are with Jeff with right now. It'd be easier on my family, and his, and my daughter could have both parents in her life—”

Blaine walked away after downing the entirety of his drink. Nick dropped his head, totally seeing that coming. Now he had two people upset with him, and when Blaine inevitably told Kurt, he'd have three people upset with him. Nick removed the glasses from his face and cleaned at the lenses as Blaine went back over to the group.

“I'm getting tired of stealing you away from other guys,” Blaine said to Kurt, watching him dance with Jeff. Jeff smiled as he let go of his friend.

“Well how do you think José felt?”

Kurt laughed as Blaine rolled his eyes. “Get in here. I don't mind being in the middle.”

“Nuh uh, you're all mine. Don't give Jeff any ideas.”

“Oh I've had plenty ideas about Kurt being in the middle already.”

“I swear to god I'll kick your ass,” Blaine said, though his smile gave him away. Kurt laughed and took his boyfriend's hand.

“Come here, handsome. Maybe the DJ will play that Nick Jonas song so everyone can look at you.”

Blaine pulled him close and Jeff smacked his ass before walking off. They smiled into the first kiss and moaned into the second one as Blaine's hands found their way down Kurt's body. “Mm. You're beautiful.”

“If Thinking Out Loud comes on, I'm going to propose,” Kurt said, grinding against Blaine as the people around them sang along to Don't by Ed Sheeran. “Think about it. We could tell our kids that we were on the dance floor surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of drunken college students, but we could only see each other. It was like no one else existed.”

 Blaine smiled, pretending he didn't hear that. “I'm going to turn this on at the highest setting in about five minutes…”

Kurt bit his lip. “As long as the music drowns out my moans, I'll be fine.”

“Selfies!”

Kurt and Blaine smiled as Justin held up the peace sign, catching all of them in his camera. He walked away and Blaine went back to the conversation.

“What do you say we go to the car after this?”

“After I win this bet, you mean?”

Blaine smirked. “If you say so…”

“I'd love to,” Kurt answered, moving his lips to the place near Blaine's new kiss tattoo. Blaine squeezed Kurt ass and felt him shudder. “Just know that when all of this is over I am fucking you so hard in return.”

Blaine smiled. If that was the case, everything was going according to plan.

…

“I honestly do not want to do this all night, Jeff. We came here to have a good time with our friends and I came here to unwind with you so if we can stop being so distant and do that, I'd appreciate it.”

Jeff looked up from his cell phone and smiled at his boyfriend. At least he hoped he was smiling at Nick. It felt more like a grimace because he felt more like he was being toyed with. It felt like Nick wanted to make everyone happy in this situation; him by staying in this relationship, and Ashleigh by giving her the hope that they'd be together. What was the point in even doing this if that was the case? Jeff didnt want to be in this situation at all.

He didnt know what that meant exactly. He looked around the party at all the costumed young people enjoying themselves and wished that he wouldnt have heard the conversation that hed heard earlier. If he was ignorant to Nick's conversation that evening, then he wouldnt have to be such a downer at this party.

“Baby… I really mean everything that I said—”

“I dont think that I want to talk about whatever this is here, Nick. Not right now and at a party. Just, go enjoy yourself.”

Nick leant against the wall besides his boyfriend. Honestly, he didnt even want to be there right now. He took off his Waldo glasses and tucked them into his Waldo shirt. “I cant enjoy myself with you here upset with me.”

Jeff shrugged a bit, otherwise quiet. A girl walked by for the umpteenth time that night and smiled at him. Nick didnt miss it earlier and he hadnt missed it this time, either. “Why dont you just go talk to her?”

“Talk to who, Nicholas?”

“The girl whos obviously flirting with you, Jeff. If I'm holding you up I mean, whats the point?”

Jeff looked away from their group of friends and turned back to the cooler full of beers. He grabbed a Heineken and picked it up. “I'm quite fine where Im at. I dont know if I can say the same thing about the both of us but speaking for myself, I'm fine.”

“I wish youd stop talking in circles and say what you mean.”

Jeff was quiet. Nick rubbed his hands down his face and shook his head. “I'm not walking away until we've at least talked about this.”

“Well what would you like to talk about?”

“I know you heard my conversation with Ashleigh,” Nick said, looking at Jeff hoping for a sign of sincerity. Right away he couldnt get anything because of this stupid ninja hood that Jeff wore. “But that conversation meant nothing.”

“Does she know it meant nothing? Because it sounds like it meant a lot.”

Nick sighed. “What I mean is—babe can you stop drinking so much?”

Jeff took the last long gulp from the bottle and placed it down. His boyfriend watched him tug his hood off and blond strands were awry beneath it.

“What I meant is that she and I wouldve been a ‘what-if?' type of situation. If you and I dont work out then I suggested she and I try for Brooklyn. My daughter is important to me, you understand that, right?”

“Of course I understand. Shes important to me too, because I know how much you love her Nick.”

Nick nodded as he looked around the party.

“I just wonder if you know how that makes me feel, knowing that you could have this picture perfect life with her—the beautiful daughter and the whole 9 yards, but with me your family cant stand you and Ash's parents wont think much of you either—”

“I didnt even want you to hear that conversation—”

“You know,” Jeff bent down and grabbed another beer. “I didnt even know you and her had discussed this before, or that youd been thinking about it for however long you have been.” He pushed his blond locks back and stared at Nick. “So when I heard you on the phone with her I was taken aback. It was hard.”

Nick hadnt replied, nor did he show a desire to reply.

“I didnt know we were going to be the couple to have secrets, but now that I do know that youve made my life a lot easier.”

“Youre drunk. Youre not going to remember anything youre saying so Im not going to let it hurt me.”

“It must be good being able to turn off pain like that,” Jeff commented. “Deciding what you allow to hurt you. I wish I had that ability.”

Nick stood up from the wall. “Fine. If you want to be like this then Im not going to beg you not to be. I tried to talk to you Jeff and you werent trying to hear it.”

Jeff tipped his beer to him before taking a swig. Nick shook his head and looked away, wanting to walk off and feel like shit, but his legs werent letting him. He stood there silently and though Jeff didnt seem to want to pay him any attention, he stayed regardless. After a while, his boyfriend stood up and went over to a small group of people, deciding to dance with them. Nick shook his head and sighed, falling back against the wall and feeling like absolute shit.

…

Kurt loved being ten dollars richer, even if he had to steal the remote from Blaine when they were grinding against each other on the dance floor to do it. They passed the hour mark right when Blaine was about to beg for his boyfriend to get on his knees, and Kurt smiled when his alarm went off and went over to the makeshift bar for more drinks.

Since then, Kurt handed Blaine back the remote, but his boyfriend promised to behave with it. After all, Kurt won (not so) fair and square. The partying and foolishness continued from there. Santana laughed as Blaine started to twerk on her. She pushed him away and then he stumbled into Justin who tag team twerked him with David. Kurt covered his face and laughed. He knew they were all a bit tipsy at this point, but they were hanging on. It's just that in the state they were in, just about everything was hilarious.

Dani sipped on a little more tequila as she watched a guy staring over at them. “Kurt.”

“Hm?”

“There's a guy over here who has the hots for your boyfriend, just so you know.”

Kurt glanced up and over at the guy. He was probably his own height with jet black hair a little longer in length than his own. He was dressed as some football player Kurt didn't know, but the jersey was for the Dallas Cowboys, and there was no doubt that this kid was staring at Blaine.

Kurt stood up and walked over to him even though Dani tried to grab him back. He approached with a smile and a polite wave.

“Hello! My name is Kurt.”

The boy smiled. “Blaine's Kurt. I know you. I saw you two on the blogs today.”

Kurt nodded to him and moved in closer. “Well then you know he's taken, right?”

The guy smirked. “Is he? The article I read said you two were an organized couple for publicity.”

This was going to be annoying, having to defend their relationship constantly. “Well whatever it said was definitely incorrect. That's not true at all.”

“My name is Vega,” the boy answered. “And you both are hot… I just have a thing for the dark guys with the smiles… he's just hot.”

Kurt nodded in agreement. “He is. Very. But he's also mine…”

Vega smiled. “I'm sure he is… anyway, have a good evening, Kurt.”

Kurt watched him stalk off and shook his head. Regardless of what any blog said, he was definitely Blaine's and vice versa. The annoyance wore off a moment later when Jeff walked over and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist.

“Hey Kitty Kurrt,” he purred, smiling and bobbing his head to the beat a bit. “You miss me?”

Kurt turned around and stared at his friend. “Oh, Jeff.  Its only you. Where's your boyfriend?”

“Probably thinking about Ashleigh,” Jeff told him. “I don't care. Where's your boyfriend?”

Kurt frowned at that. “Wait, what?”

“Hey,” Nick walked over from behind them and stared at Kurt. “I'm sorry… Jeff, please come and talk to me—”

“I'm going to the bathroom, Kurt,” Jeff said. “I'll see you later.”

Kurt watched Jeff walk off before staring at Nick. Nick didn't seem to want to look back at him. “Would you like to talk about whatever is going on?”

Nick shook his head no. “Not everyone can be perfect like you and Blaine, Kurt. You can't fix us, so don't worry about it.”

Kurt was left speechless as Nick followed after Jeff. He wanted to be offended or to say that he and Blaine were the furthest thing from perfect, but Nick was already gone. Dani stared at Kurt with a questioning look, but he didn't even bother to explain it. Not tonight.

And then it happened.

“Holy shit,” Kurt stumbled over to the wall next to a couple chicks who were making out with the same guy. He leant against said wall, trying not to collapse against the floor. Besides, doing so would only shove the plug further in and he didn't need that right now. He needed… “Oh god…”

“Are you ok, Kurt?”

Kurt snapped his eyes open and found Liam. Liam was probably the last person he wanted to see now of all times. The intensity of the vibrations sped up and he clutched at the wall, nodding his head hard.

“I-I'm fine. I'm fine. Fuck.”

“Maybe you've had too much to drink. Here, let me get you to a seat—”

“Liam no, don't touch me.”

“Kurt…” Liam watched him start to shake and his eyes roll back, and both of his eyebrows shot up. “Are you…? Are you about to?”

Kurt bit his lip and shook his head no. He was adamant. There was no way he was about to jizz in a room full of people—one of which was his fucking TA. Although he was almost certain that his dick was bulging through the fireman's pants he wore, he refused to let Liam know what was going on. “I'm fine, I-I promise. Just got a little light headed.”

Liam watched him a moment longer. “Ok. Do you know where your friends are?”

Kurt nodded, pointing across the room. Liam turned his attention over there where Quinn and Blaine were table dancing. “Of course.”

Kurt stood up straight, wondering if Blaine was even aware of the plug being turned on. “Shit. It was nice seeing you, Liam.”

Liam smiled and reached to help him stand up straight. “Hey, I'm just happy you came. John and Zach are here, too. Have you seen them?”

Kurt bit his bottom lip and hard. He honestly felt like he'd die if he didn't touch his cock. “I haven't, n-no. But let them know I said hello. I think I'm about to get out of here.”

“You can't go,” Liam said, grabbing his hand. “I dressed as a police officer, you're a firefighter. Come on. Let's dance…”

“I'd rather not,” Kurt took his hand back and gave a polite smile. “You were an ass to me a couple weeks ago and I don't forget that easily.”

“Well how quickly do you forgive?”

Kurt's legs were shaking. He needed to get this thing out of him. And now he sounded like a pregnant woman. “You were forgiven a while ago but I'm not going to forget it happened. Now, if y-you will excuse me…”

“Hey,” Blaine walked over and stared Liam down, glaring at him when he turned around. Liam smiled at him.

“Oh! Blaine. I was just checking on your boyfriend here… he didn't look like he was doing too well.”

“Please turn it off,” Kurt said into his ear. Blaine quickly reached into his pocket and turned it off as requested, and a huge sigh of relief was released from Kurt's chest.

“Fuck. Thank you.”

“I love the tattoos, guys… that's pretty awesome.”

Blaine nodded to him. “I've been meaning to talk to you, but Pace wasnt the proper place to handle it.”

“About?” Liam asked, folding both arms over his chest. Kurt sighed and looked around; his legs were still a bit wobbly but he knew hed be able to get Justin or David's attention if need be—need be being if Blaine decided he was going to turn up right now.

“About Kurt here,” Blaine began calmly. He was poised for someone who was about two beers away from plastered. “Listen, I know you have a thing for high school guys even though youre a junior here at UCLA, and thats weird, but everyone is into what theyre in to. I cant knock you for wanting Kurt at all.”

Liam laughed a bit and put both hands in the air. “I have no idea what youre talking about—”

“Im referring to the past few months but more specifically when you approached my boyfriend and best friend in the hallway and implied that you and Kurt had at some point made out with one another…”

Kurt looked around the party. Thankfully they werent attracting a crowd. “Babe if you'd like to handle this somewhere else another time—”

“I'm fine to handle it now,” Liam took a step closer as he spoke. “Listen, little guy. Kurt and I have our history and we've handled that—”

“Excuse me?” Kurt asked, wondering if he'd heard that correctly. There was no way he'd heard that correctly.

Liam changed focus from Blaine to Kurt. “I was going to be cool about it but hes getting involved in something that was between us.”

Blaine smiled and looked at Kurt. “Baby should I or will you?”

Kurt shook his head at Liam and let his hand smack across the older man's face. Liam stumbled back a bit and there was a gasp from a girl who he bumped into as her drink spilled a little. “Youre disgusting. Dont think Im going to stay quiet about everything youve been saying about me, either. This stops here, Liam.”

Liam rubbed his cheek and glared at Kurt. Blaine smirked as their friends ran over and stood behind them.

“What happened?” Santana shouted over the music. “Do you need me to stomp someone in the nuts? This is a 5-inch heel.”

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled his boyfriend away from the stare-off with their sleazy TA. “Come on, babe. This party isn't even that fun.”

“Youre really going to regret that, Kurt. You will.”

Justin stared at the man before David pulled him away. The group pushed through the crowd towards the exit. John watched them go before walking over to Liam; a curious look covering his face. He started to laugh at the red mark on the man's cheek.

“Ouch. Im sorry I missed whatever this was.”

“Yeah. I'm on board with screwing up that piece of shit's performance. I'm 100% on board with it.”

Zach ran over and looked between the two of them. “What happened?”

“Nothing, babe. Let me get you another drink,” John said with a smile, glancing back over to Liam. “Tonights going to be a long night.”

…

The car windows were fogging up more and more each minute as the air cooled outside the car. Jeff could only see the blur from the campus lights around them. He licked his lips and tasted a hint of the shot he ordered before rushing out to his car—it was a strong taste, but it did help numb the pain. As Sade sang on the radio he hummed along, closing his eyes and letting the music fill his senses. The kisses on his chest made him shiver and the shivers made Nick kiss lower.

Jeff hated fighting with his boyfriend, he really did. In fact, he hated fighting with a lot of people, but specifically people he loved. He hadn't said anything to Nick about how he felt just yet, but he hoped that his boyfriend knew he was serious. Maybe it was because he was drunk right now, or maybe it was because he was hurt by everything that had happened earlier that day, but this entire relationship was starting to feel like a joke.

And now that they were back in his car, and Nick got him to shut up long enough to lay back and let him do what he was doing now, Jeff didn't want to bother fighting anymore. This felt amazing, anyway, and Jeff liked it when Nick did that little thing with his tongue, even if he was doing it because he'd fucked up terribly.

Would they talk about this in the morning? Maybe. Maybe not.

Did Jeff even want to talk about this in the morning? He wasn't so sure about that. What he did know is he wanted his dick sucked and he wanted his dick sucked pronto. Who knew if he would even remember what they were about to do right now in the morning? He doubted Nick would bring it up and if he didn't, that more than likely meant it wasn't up for discussion.

And to think of all the people they hurt in order to be together—ex-girlfriends and families, and all of it for what? For Nick to find out that he actually had potential with the mother of his child? Fuck. Jeff didn't even want kids anytime soon, and Nick knew that. What were they even doing?

Plunk.

Nick lifted his head from between Jeff's legs to see what the noise was. Jeff parted his eyes and groaned—feeling a bit thrown by the noise and a bit upset that his boyfriend stopped. Nick noticed that it was only their friends walking by, probably not knowing they were even in the car, and went back to what he was doing. Jeff closed his eyes again.

“Aren't we going to go back inside for Nick and Jeff?” Quinn asked Justin. He sat down on the hood of Jeff's car and shrugged.

“I would, but they were kind of antisocial tonight. Maybe they need their time alone.”

Blaine rolled his eyes as he played with his suspenders. Nick wasn't on his list of ‘People I Approve Of' right now. “Someone should at least call them and let them know we're getting out of here.”

Santana tried to fix her damaged halo as she replied to Blaine. The party had gotten a bit out of hand at times and her costume had a lot of battle scars. “Isn't Nick your best friend? You call him.”

“I'm not a fan of him at the moment.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“Don't worry about it beautiful.” Blaine rolled his neck and looked at a very sleepy looking Dani. She pushed his ax out of the way and sat down on the hood of Jeff's car with Justin. “What's up with you?”

“Nothing,” she answered. “Just… that probably wasn't a good idea, you know? Messing with one of our TAs. I don't like him either but he's a freaking TA.”

Blaine waved her off as Kurt played with the bandage over his newly tattooed finger, eventually replying. “I probably shouldn't have slapped him, but he has no right to harass a student either. I'm telling the administrators at Pace all of this.”

Santana smirked at Quinn. “Someone grew a backbone.”

“We don't let people walk over him around these parts, ladies,” David told them. “Cali is a brand new chapter.”

“And we're very glad to hear that,” Quinn rubbed up and down Kurt's arm. “We're proud of you. Not so much for slapping your TA but more so for not letting anyone treat you like garbage.”

Blaine watched more people going into the party and looked down at his phone. “I'll send a text to Nick and Jeff so they know we're getting out of here. Where should I tell them to meet us?”

“Well we should first go to In-N-Out Burger and sober up,” David said after yawning. He wrapped his arms around Dani and Blaine moved over so that he could take his seat. “After that, we'll take the party to Kurt's.”

Kurt laughed. “Try again.”

“You're going to need a bunch of us there as witnesses when your father sees your tattoos,” Quinn said with a smile. “Besides, Santana and I are spending the night.”

“And Blaine,” Blaine said.

Kurt knew that his phone was dead so he looked over his boyfriend's shoulder to see the time on his. “Fine.”

Blaine turned back to look at him and leant in for a kiss. He smiled, trying to get his boyfriend to do the same. “Hey. Cheer up. I won't let anything bad happen to you.”

Kurt shrugged and looked down at his boots. “He's going to be an asshole about this and you know it. He'll probably get us in even more trouble.”

Blaine shook his head no. “You're going to be fine, baby. Don't worry about.”

Kurt looked away. He wasn't so sure about that.

“Well I texted them. Let's walk over to In-N-Out, guys.”

The group tiredly stood and those who were standing walked away from the campus—costumes and all, over to the restaurant.

...

In the past, Kurt wasn't entirely used to being a host for large groups of people at his home. The most he'd done was host a movie night for a few of the Glee girls here and there, but this… this was ridiculous.

Jeff arrived at 10 am with a headache. He claimed that not only was he hung over, but he was also stressed out. He needed a stack of pancakes ASAP—the type that only Kurt could make.

Shortly behind him came Mikey. He was still wearing his pajamas and had a bag packed, but the thing was Kurt actually invited him over. They had plans for the day. Diesel was going to be with the Hummels for a while since baby Melody was coming home that afternoon, and Mikey was going to hang out with the two of them.

The rest of these freeloaders, though… Kurt wanted nothing to do with it. There was Santana and Quinn who spent the night, and Blaine as well, though Kurt was fine with him staying. Blaine tended to linger around, plus, he got to do him when they woke up around 4 in the morning and that was great. But all these other hungry souls in his kitchen could kick rocks.

“You ran out of coffee, Kurt.”

Kurt tossed a pack of filters over to his friend. “Get to it. You've been through all our cabinets. You know where things stay.”

Santana smiled sarcastically before going to make a new pot. Blaine trailed down the steps rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and made his way into the kitchen.

“Munchkin!”

“Yo!” Mikey smiled at the kiss on the cheek he got from his older cousin before shoveling even more pancakes into his mouth. Blaine stretched and smiled at Kurt. “Good morning, handsome.”

“Good afternoon.”

“It is 11:58 am, thank you very much. That counts as morning.”

Kurt turned around in his boyfriend's arms and kissed his cheek. “Can I get you something to eat before you go bring home that beautiful little sister of yours?”

Quinn laughed at Jeff's mock gagging. “They're so domestic it hurts my stomach,” she said.

Blaine smiled, nodding his head as Kurt went back to work. “I'll take some eggs and cheese to go, boo. Oh, and I went in the closet. It looks great.”

Kurt stiffened before turning around completely. “Blaine… you didn't.”

“I swear I forgot, baby… but I happened to see it and it's amazing.”

“What is it?” Santana poked her head up. “New toys?”

Blaine scoffed. “Do we look like the type of couple that would play with toys, Tana?”

“What's wrong with toys?” Mikey asked as he wrinkled his nose. “I just got new Legos and they're fantastic!”

Santana laughed. “I'm so in love with him.”

Kurt wasn't going to let Santana and Mikey's relationship flourish too much. He liked him the way he was—innocent. “I've been working on Blaine's outfit for the Recon Tour and he wasn't supposed to see it until it was finished…”

Blaine shrugged, taking a seat at the table next to a slouched Jeff. “Well I saw it and I'm not sorry. I can't wait to show it off baby boy,” he grinned and wiggled his eyebrows before pouring himself some orange juice. He poured a little extra in case Kurt decided he was thirsty again.

Kurt smiled. “Still mad at you.”

“You'll be fine. Where's Nick?” Blaine asked, turning to look at the blond beside him. Jeff opened his eyes and shrugged.

“Don't know. Can't say I care, honestly.”

The room went quiet, save Mikey's loud chewing and racecar sounds as he watched some TV show on his iPad. Kurt grabbed a fork for Blaine's plate and placed it in front of him. “If you plan on staying in Bed and Breakfast de Kurt Hummel today, you better be prepared to talk about it.”

Jeff smiled. “Yeah. Ok,”

Blaine shook his head and started to eat his food. He made space for Kurt to sit beside him and smiled when the boy did just that. “Thanks for this, sweetheart.”

Kurt nodded.

Quinn went over to the sink so that she could start the dishes. Santana hopped on the counter to watch her—there was no way she was helping unless there was a paycheck involved—let's be real. Quinn turned back to look at the group over her shoulder.

“Don't worry Jeff. I've got tons of ice cream and we've got movies. Let's just chill out today.”

Blaine nodded at that as Jeff tried to smile a bit. “I promise I'm fine, guys. What do you say I take you ladies to the beach tonight? I can give you some surfing lessons and get my mind off of other things.”

“I love that idea,” Santana chimed in. “I've got the perfect bathing suit.”

Kurt clapped excitedly. “That means you guys are going to get out of my house!”

Blaine smiled before taking another bite.

“You're going to miss us as soon as we get on that plane, Kurt.”

He nodded to Quinn. That was probably true. “We'll see.” He turned to Blaine and rubbed his shoulder. “So can I take you out tomorrow night? After the girls are gone…. If you think Melody will let me steal her big brother away for a little bit.”

Blaine hummed and looked up at Kurt with a smile. “I'll consider it. Where are we going?”

“I've got reservations for two at the Water Grill and I thought it would be a great idea for you to unwind for a bit. Get your mind off of all the stress of competing before you go and compete. What do you say?”

Blaine placed his fork down and leant over to kiss his boyfriend softly. “I love you. And I'd love to. I'm all for it, beautiful.”

Kurt smiled widely and kissed him again. “Excellent.”

“No lips touching other lips in my kitchen,” Burt said as he entered. Mikey looked up from his iPad with a cheer at the sight of him, and the man hugged his tiny friend hello.

“Hey B-Money H-to-the-Uzzle Hummel, what's crackin' fam?”

Burt stared at Jeff like the skater had three heads. “What?”

They laughed and Burt accepted Jeff's extended hand when the blond tried to give him a proper handshake instead. “Thank you. This makes a lot more sense to me.”

Blaine shook his head and went to fist bump Burt. “Good afternoon. I've never known you to sleep in.”

Kurt agreed with that. “Same here. But it's good to see you getting some rest.”

Burt fist bumped Blaine and then messed up his son's hair. He smiled at Quinn and Santana and hugged them hello. “It's lovely seeing you two but your parents are crazy.”

Santana laughed. “No way, Mr. H. They trust us because we are the most trustworthy teens in the nation.”

Burt stepped back twice. “Just in case lightning strikes.”

They laughed, and Blaine pinched his boyfriend when Kurt started sipping from his orange juice. “Easy ya damn camel.”

“So what's on the agenda today?” Burt asked, hoping to god they weren't staying at his house.

“We're hanging out here!” Jeff said, high fiving Mikey.

Kurt smiled at his dad. “Love you.”

Burt nodded, grabbing a plate and making himself something to eat. “Uh huh. Don't think we're not going to talk about those tattoos you're refusing to let me see.”

Blaine and Kurt looked at Mikey. He smiled and shrugged.

“You see, what happened was I was telling Mr. Hummey about my Iron Man tattoo Kurtie bought me that we put on with water and he asked me why I chose to putted it on my hand and I said because Kurt got a tattoo for Blaine on his finger and I wanted mine near there too,” Mikey stopped to take a breath and Jeff took the opportunity to steal one of his grapes, “and when he asked me what I said,” Mike glared at Jeff and pulled his bowl of grapes to the other side of him, “I said that I didn't say anything but he had heard me anyway and I said it was just a joke and that I just really like hand tattoos but it was too late, so I'm sorry but I didn't say anything on purpose he just guessed.”

Santana looked at Quinn. “I'm going to marry him one day.”

Blaine nudged Kurt away from his lap. “I told him not to do it, Papa Bear.”

Burt took a bite of the chewy healthy bacon his son always made and then looked at Blaine. “Didn't you go with him and pay for them?”

Blaine stared at Mikey. “How much do you know?”

Mikey smiled innocently.

“Well they're not huge dad,” Kurt pulled his shirt down to show the tattoo on his collarbone and then revealed the one inside his ring finger. Burt looked at him for a bit before taking another bite. “And,” Kurt continued, “I can easily cover them up if need be. Ow!”

Santana laughed at Blaine's face as Kurt tried to kiss him and apologize.

“I was kidding. Stop it.”

“Well, what you boys do is what you do,” Burt said. “I don't care if you tattoo murals of each other across your foreheads at this point.”

Jeff shook his head and laughed. “Don't give Blaine any ideas.”

Blaine stopped smiling. “Man, shut up.”

“That's not nice to say,” Mikey said. Jeff nodded and smiled.

“Exactly, Blaine. That's not nice to say.”

Kurt stood up and stretched, wrapping his arms around Quinn. “Alright. Mikey gets to pick the first movie because he's the cutest.”

“Pick X-Men Days of the Future Past,” Jeff whispered.

“Pick How to Whisper,” Santana said.

Burt smiled. “I'm going back to bed. Don't break anything.”

“Bye,” they said in unison. Blaine stood up and finished eating the last bite of his food. “I've gotta get dressed and go meet up with CJ and mommy. I'll be spamming the chatroom with selfies of Melody and I,” he said. Everyone awwwd until he blushed. “I know.”

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine after he put his plate in the sink. “You should spam my inbox with selfies of something else…”

“What?” Mikey asked.

“Yeah,” Jeff said with a smirk. “What?”

Blaine smiled, kissing his boyfriend hard on the lips. “Love you, baby. Bye everyone else.”

“Later Short Stop,” Santana said, about to take a Yoplait out the fridge until Mikey coughed loudly. She looked back at him and he shook his head no. Kurt looked over at him.

“You ok?”

Mikey smiled. “Yes I am, Kurtie. Let's go have movie day now!”

...

Dear Mr. Hummel,

My name is Andrew Darby and I'm writing from Prestige Models in Los Angeles. You may be a bit confused about receiving this email but this was the best I could do, not having your phone number to get in contact with you. Facebook may not be the best place to do business, but this will have to do for now.

Prestige Models is a highly recommended agency located in the heart of Los Angeles, California. We provide models to a wide variety of designers such as Yves Saint Laurent, Gucci, Ralph Lauren, Abercrombie, and the list goes on.

My reasoning behind contacting you, Mr. Hummel, is to let you know that my agency is interested in making you one of our models. We've seen you in the news lately with Blaine Anderson and a face and body like yours isn't one we want to pass up. I don't know if you've modeled in the past, but this could be a great platform to get into other areas of work in the industry.

Please give us a call to let us know if you are interested. Signing up would mean you are contracted with us, but the benefits are more than worth it. To further discuss this, please call me at 310-555-2020, extension 719.

Thank you for your time,

Andrew Darby, casting director

Kurt read the message twice before closing his Facebook app. He never even considered modeling and he wasn't sure if that was even legit. Prestige was a big agency but honestly, that guy could be anyone. He'd talk to Blaine about it later.

“Can you hear her?”

Kurt smiled as he listened. “Actually, yes. I think she's saying I want Kurt.”

“Oh please,” Blaine said into the phone. “She's saying I want to be the best girl BMX star of the galaxy.”

Kurt laughed as he did his hair in the mirror. “We're all about to go to the beach in a little bit. I'll come in give the both of you some kisses.”

“You owe me like 94. Technically we're still broken up.”

Kurt nodded. “Yeah. Sure we are. You suck at breaking up if that's the case. Quite literally.”

Blaine laughed. “You love how I suck so don't mention it now.”

Kurt bit his lip. “I'll see you in a bit, baby. Love you tons.”

“And I love you, gorgeous. See you soon.”

Kurt smiled. “Hang up first.”

“Not happening, buster.”

“… I guess I'm only kissing Melody then.”

“Doubt it,” Blaine said confidently.

“I doubt that too,” Cooper shouted from the background.

Kurt laughed and put the top back on his hairspray. “Whatever. I only love Melody. Her brothers are butt faces, both of ‘em.”

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too, dick head. Now hang up first.”

Kurt laughed and ended the call. Blaine was right to be cocky. He was going to get tons of kisses anyway.