Chapter 4

The month of September went much too slowly, at least in Blaines opinion. There was nothing but school and more school, and on the few days they had off over the weekends or for observation of Jewish holidays, the guys were pretty much focused on school related tasks. It seemed like even when they were finished with their homework assignments or projects, they were discussing something that centered on Pace High School. Kurt of course knew all of the gossip, so he always had something to talk about, and because Jeff had gotten a chance to assist their dance teacher on the days that Liam had classes he had to attend at UCLA, he was always going over choreography when the guys hung out. Nick would also be rehearsing for something in one class or another, and even though Blaine was used to it from them because theyd been in Pace for a years, he didnt want himself or his boyfriend to become that. Blaine loved the idea of having a life outside of school. However, his friends and Kurt seemed to be in love with the idea of Pace High School of the Performing Arts.

All that truly mattered was the hazel eyed teen was passing his exams. He wouldnt have to worry about his mother or his uncle or even Kurts father coming down on him for his grades, and it would be a nice change to the last five years of his life. More than that, he didnt have to worry about Kurt threatening him if he didnt do well during the marking period. Kurt was probably scarier than Clarissa, Donnie, and Burt, if not combined then definitely individually, and though Blaine mayve skipped a day or two so far this school year to get extra sleep or go to the baby doctor with his mom, it was good knowing that hed handed in all homework assignments and did fantastic on all of his tests.

A good thing about the month of September was it seemed that those idiots that Blaine had been getting into it with lately had been M.I.A. Maybe it was because Blaine himself hadnt been out as much. He went on the beach once with Mikey and Diesel to hang out while Kurt was at work. Which brought up the topic about another thing that kind of sucked about September, Kurt worked at his fathers shop a lot. At least it was the one in Long Beach and not the one located in Los Angeles, but still. If Kurt was going to work this much then he shouldve just stayed with Uncle Don, right? But Blaine guessed that he understood. Kurt wanted to save up money to help out with their living arrangements in New York. He didnt want to have Blaine being the sole provider, even if he was a lot wealthier. Burt was proud of his son and wanted to give him the chance to earn cash when he had free time, as long as it didnt distract him from his studies. The thing about that was, Blaine wasnt too fond of Kurt working there often. There was that Derrick kid who was recently hired by Burt and to be completely straight up, Blaine couldnt stand him. Whenever Blaine showed up, Derrick would wear that stupid sneaky smile of his; his tattooed arms on display like he thought he was the coolest, bad ass guy around. And sometimes when Blaine was finally alone with Kurt, Derrick would be brought up in conversation. The last thing he wanted to talk about when he was alone with Kurt was how awesome Derrick was at doing paint jobs and decal work, or the funny things Derrick said that day. Blaine literally didnt give a fuck.

With the stress September brought and the stress that October was definitely threatening to bring, Blaine thought it was about time to do something fun again. His friends were so distracted by Pace and whatever else was going on that they werent stopping to enjoy the fact that they were 17 year olds living in Southern California. There had to be something fantastic they could do besides going to music class.

The plan all started when Blaine vented to Zach in their Italian class. He told the red head that he wanted to do something fun and let off some steam. When Zach recommended spicing it up in the bedroom, Blaine insisted that he and Kurt were fine in that department. They were more than fine, actually. So Zach offered another solution.

"Have you ever heard of Fubar in West Hollywood?"

Blaine shook his head no as their teacher politely asked the class to quiet down. "Whats that?"

"Its an amazing gay bar. Great music, great environment, great fun. You and your boy would love it." Zach closed his notebook and looked at Blaine with a sly smile. "Kurt will probably have to make sure the guys stay away from you and vice versa, but its a really fun night club."

"A gay bar?" Blaine smiled. "That really isnt my scene, man. And how the hell would we get in? We look like the teenagers we definitely are, and I dont feel like getting into it with any bouncers."

Zach waved him off. "Give me 50 bucks and I can make the both of you fake IDs easy. Look at mine." He pulled out his wallet and showed Blaine the picture ID. It said that he was from Minnesota and 25, and that his name was "Robert Prince". Blaine shook his head and started to pack his things away.

"Do they fall for that, honestly?"

"I doubt they care, Blaine. Listen, on Saturday nights they have five dollar booze and these cute guys giving strip tease dances. I know you wont be into that but theres a lounge and you can chill out there, shoot some pool, drink a little, hell, fuck a little. It isnt like that isnt whats going on there anyway."

Blaine rubbed his chin. "How much would it be if I wanted you to make 4 fake IDs? I think I can convince Nick and Jeff to make this a double date."

Zach smiled. "Do the four of you ever…?"

Blaine lifted an eyebrow at the partial question. "Ever what?"

"Mess around," Zach finished with a laugh. Blaine rolled his eyes this time.

"Kurt and I are not that type of couple. Im not knocking swingers at all but we only want each other. I just thought it would be cool to invite my friends because theyve been so fucking unbearable lately. A little fun could go a long way."

"Ok, ok." Zach got up with the rest of the class as the bell rang, and Blaine stood up too, fixing his beanie low over his curls. "Ill do 75 bucks for the four of you. Just send me some … mature … looking pictures of you all and Ill have them done by Friday. Cool?"

Blaine nodded. "Stop by the skate park after band rehearsal and Ill give you the cash."

"Woah. Are you competing again?"

Blaine looked around the halls to see if his boyfriend was around before he shrugged. "Ive been considering it but as of now, its a maybe. Ive been sneaking in some practice as a just in case."

Zach smiled. "Cool, dude. I have to stop by my locker so Ill see you at lunch."

He and Blaine slapped high-fives before going in their separate directions.

It didnt take too much convincing on anyone other than Nick who swore that the four of them would be stopped by the bouncers because of their ridiculous, idiotic, no-way-in-hell-the-security-would-actually-take-this-serious Hawaii IDs, but eventually the drama student went along with the plan because Jeff, Kurt, and Blaine threatened to go to Fubar without him.

Only the bouncer wasnt as intimidating as either boy had imagined him to be in their heads. He even said that he knew their IDs were fakes because Kurt didnt look like a Tyquan Walters and Jeff didnt look like an Elyakim Bernovits, but as long as they didnt get wasted there wouldnt be a problem. The cops would care a lot more, because that was oh so illegal and theyd be in deep shit. Blaine took out twenty bucks and paid for him and his boyfriend; the two of them entering after Nick and Jeff. Once inside the club, the couples stared at the scene.

"This is exactly what I expected from a gay bar," Kurt told his boyfriend; a smile covering his lips. "This is sexy."

The music was loud as guys crowded the dance floor. There was grinding, there was making out, there were shirtless dudes wearing only bowties and tight pants, bulges were evident. Jeff raised his eyebrows as he saw body shots being performed a few feet in front of him. "Well then."

Nick looked at Kurt and smiled. "Im not leaving here a virgin, am I?"

"Youre not a virgin," Kurt said, taking Blaines hand. "And if any guy pushes up on you, come find me. Santana taught me some awesome self-defense after that whole bullying thing. Im going to buy this hottie a drink or two. Dont get into trouble, boys."

Jeff smiled as Blaine was dragged by his boyfriend into the crowd. He turned to Nick and kissed his cheek. "So can I buy you a drink or do you want to dance with me?"

Nick licked his lips. "Will you take your shirt off like these guys?"

"Would you want me too?"

Nick smiled. "Lets go dance."

…

Blaine had his hands on Kurts hips as the two danced close to the stage. Kurt was kissing his neck as he moved Blaines hands lower, down to his ass, and grinded forward. The DJ put on another fast track and amped up the crowd as guys shouted, throwing their hands in the air.

"We should probably go down the block to that hotel in case we cant drive home tonight," Kurt whispered. Blaine bit his lip as they grinded together, not really paying attention to the rest of the guys around them. "I can let my dad know Im with you guys and he wont mind."

"Ok," Blaine told him; his hands squeezing Kurts ass cheeks. His boyfriend smiled and then lifted his head to look him in the eyes.

"I love this song."

Blaine nodded, allowing Kurt to turn around and press his ass right against his embarrassingly hard cock. Theyd been dancing all of ten minutes and already Blaine was ready to go at it for a round or two. Someone walked over as Kurt worked his hips and Blaine looked at him, trying not to laugh when he realized it was a shirtless Jeff with two more drinks.

"These two are for you. I promised I didnt slip anything into them. Theyre safe."

Kurt smiled and accepted it. "Thank you, Jeffy."

"Anything for you, Ohio."

Blaine quickly downed the contents in the glass and nodded thanks. It was fruity and smooth. Jeff winked at him.

"Theres a second level upstairs. Like a lounge. The bartender loves us. And there are couches and pool tables and guys stripping on poles! Come on!"

Kurt bit his lip into a smile as he turned to face his boyfriend. "It is a bit crowded down here…"

Blaine nodded. "I agree. Lets go."

After pushing through the crowd, the boys made their way up to the second floor. Nick was lying back on the couch, probably already tipsy, nodding his head to the loud techno music playing. Blaine smiled at him until he saw Kurt pulling off the dark V-neck shirt he wore and handing it to Jeff. Kurt took another drink from his glass and walked over to the balcony, dancing as he watched the party below.

"Let me see you work it, boys," the DJ shouted. She was dancing herself with a couple boys in nothing but speedos. Jeff walked over to Kurt and took his hand.

"May I have this dance, Ohio?"

Kurt turned to him with a smile, letting Jeff walk him over to where a few guys grinded together on the second levels rainbow dance floor.

Blaine looked down at the party again. He didnt know if this was really his type of gig, but he couldnt deny he was having a lot of fun. Nick walked over to him a minute later and smiled.

"Ive been here for half an hour and already 3 guys offered to blow me in the bathroom."

Blaine smirked. "Kurt and I had this at least 30 year old ask if he could take us home. His home. I can tell hes a millionaire, probably with a wife at that."

Nick shook his head. "How many dudes in here do you think are actually straight?"

Blaine looked around the club and shook his head at Jeff twerking on Kurt. He focused on a few quiet guys at the bar and shrugged. "Id probably say at least 20%. I dont know, though. Maybe it isnt that theyre straight, but just pretending to be. You know Kurt told me Karofsky went to gay clubs a lot. It was an outlet of sorts for him."

"I guess I can understand that. Just a little crazy."

"Would either of you boys like a lap dance?"

Blaine turned around and smiled at the guy behind him. "Were good," he said with a laugh when the pink haired man started to dance on him. "Thanks though."

Nick laughed and shook his head no as well. "Thank you."

"Suit yourself." He jumped over the bannister onto a pole and slid down to the first floor, a few guys cheering him on. Nick smiled and shook his head, gesturing over to their boyfriends.

"Im going to go intervene before Kurt gets Jeff pregnant. Ive got enough baby drama."

Blaine glanced at the pair dancing and shook his head. "Yeah that needs to stop."

Kurt laughed a few seconds later when he was picked up and thrown over Blaines shoulder. The bartender wolf whistled and Blaine smirked, tossing his boyfriend down on the leather sofa maybe a few feet away from a trio of dudes who were heavily making out. He licked his lips after his tipsy boyfriend laughed and pulled off his tank top, dropping it by Kurts side.

"Am I getting a dance?" Kurt questioned, sitting up a bit straighter and smiling when Blaine nodded. "And most importantly, are you going to take your pants off?"

Blaine undid his belt and jumped into Kurts lap, grinding like something hed seen Channing Tatum do in that movie with the dudes that Aunt Pam watched more times than Uncle Don deemed necessary. He and Kurt laughed as he continued, but then he kissed the boy slowly on the lips and began to lower his jeans.

"If I can make you cum by giving you a lap dance alone, then you buy me another drink," Blaine told him. The rider stood up and lowered his pants, stepping out of them and his sneakers. Nick said "oh my god" from behind him as his best friend was left in only tight purple boxer briefs and the jewelry around his neck.

Kurt bit his lip as he looked away from Blaines tattoo and down his body. He then licked them as he nodded. "Deal. Definitely a deal."

"Good." Blaine sat back down on his boyfriends lap and started to work his hips. He could feel Kurt was already turned on and smiled, running his hands over the boys chest and biting on his earlobe. Kurt moaned, thrusting up and running his hands along Blaines bare thighs. "Damn, baby."

Jeff and the bartender had convinced Nick to take body shots off of him. It was funny because when Nick first met Jeff when they were kids, he never thought hed be here a few years later, licking liquor off his chest while palming his cock. Yet, here he was, minutes away from dragging the blond into a corner and screwing his lights out. Please say he didnt forget to slide another condom into his wallet. Well, it wasnt like there wasnt a shit load of condoms in supply here somewhere.

"Blaine," Kurt moaned, watching his boyfriend work his ass slowly on top of him. "I hate you so much."

Blaine licked his lips; his thumbs brushing over Kurts nipples. "If you take that back, Ill let you cum in my mouth instead of in your pants…"

Kurt exhaled and his eyes rolled back when he thrust up. "Fine. I take it back. I love you like… damn, a lot. Mm," Kurt thrust up again and his legs shook.

Needless to say, he was buying Blaine a drink a few minutes later. He was also pushing Blaine against a dark wall in the corner and sucking him off like hed never done before. Blaine really believed he had the best ideas ever.

Ok. Maybe it was Zachs idea. But him wanting to do something fun was his idea, and this needed to be at least a once a month thing. "Oh my god, Kurt," he whined, the blue eyed teen looking up at him as he moved his tongue around the tip of his boyfriends dick. "Shit, that feels so good."

It took all four boys at least an hour to relax on the sofa after their fun. They wanted to calm down and not drink anything more or the night could easily end badly. Instead, Jeff ordered food and paid for it, something sober-Jeff probably wouldnt agree to. They ate chicken strips and fries and listened to the music, trying their best to take it easy.

It was a little after midnight when Nick got up first. Blaine followed him over to the pool table. They started a game as Kurt came over to watch, and Jeff went to the bartender for a few bottles of water.

"Have you ever played, Kurt?" Nick asked. "We could do teams. You and Blaine against Jeff and myself."

Kurt nodded. "My dad plays really well and he taught me when I was like 14 or so. Puck and Finn used me to hustle some guys back in Lima and we almost got our asses beat. But," he leant against the pool table and watched Blaine pick up the cue stick, "I wouldnt say Id be all that great tonight. A little inebriated, plus, its been a couple years."

"Well you should play just so I can watch you bend over," Blaine said with a wink. Jeff rolled his eyes.

"How are you not single? Youre so corny."

Nick and Kurt laughed as Blaine gave him the finger. "Lets do it, boys. Two on two."

Kurt shrugged. "Im down."

Nick nodded. "Me too." They looked at Jeff and he smiled.

"Im in."

The couples played and it turned out Kurt was definitely the better out of the four. They all were pretty good, though. A couple times, a few guys came over to flirt with any and all of the four, and one time Kurt smirked as one particularly forward young man ran his fingers through Blaines curls. He only walked away after Blaine said he takes it up the ass from Kurt and Kurt only, and since that moment not many guys came to disturb the group.

But, that didnt mean things ran smoothly from there.

After Kurt and Blaine won the first game, they began another. Nick took his shot and then handed the cue stick to Blaine when a couple guys ran over. Kurt found them attractive—one was tanned and tall and muscular, the other was a bit short but had a brilliant smile and bright, brown eyes. They smiled as they stopped at the pool table, eager to introduce themselves.

"My name is Edward and this is my boyfriend Ricky. We are huge fans of Legacy."

The short one, Ricky, nodded his agreement. "Thats an understatement. Jeff, I had a crush on you forever. You have the cutest butt."

Nick raised an eyebrow and looked at Kurt who was smiling.

"Thanks," Jeff said with a wink. "I wish we had something we could sign for you but I wasnt expecting to see any Legacy fans out tonight. I usually drive around with posters or something."

Blaine took his shot and sunk a striped ball. "Thank you guys for supporting us, though. We tend not to participate in events during the school year and what not but—"

"Before you even finish that sentence," Edward perked up as he spoke, "I freakin love you Blaine Anderson. You coming out and saying fuck what everyone thinks is fantastic. So many people are afraid to be out and proud."

Blaine smiled at them. "Well I love Kurt more than myself so there wasnt much to think about. Hes my world."

"Is that Kurt?" Ricky asked with a smile, staring at the blue eyed teen. Kurt waved.

"Thats me. Hi fellas."

"You are so fucking hot."

Kurt laughed along with his friends. "Thank you. And I think its easy to figure out why I love Blaine as much as I do. Hes amazing."

"Hes beautiful," Jeff said, wrapping his arm around Blaines shoulders.

"Youre all amazing." Edward watched as Blaine missed his next shot. "I think you two should totally do a photo shoot together so the world sees you two. Its important for us."

"Hes going to be my date to the BMXPress magazine dinner so—"

"For Donald Kinsella!" Edward said excitedly.

Blaine nodded. "Yes, exactly. So therell be a ton of press from that. But all those close to me know about Kurt. Id never keep him a secret."

Kurt smiled. "I love you honey."

"You all are making me a little nauseous," Nick said with a smile. His friends laughed.

"Wait a minute…" Ricky looked at his boyfriend and then back to Nick and Jeff. "You two are in a gay club. Is it because youre just hanging out with Blaine and Kurt or…"

"Were totally banging," Jeff said, smirking at his boyfriend.

"Oh my god! Wait, are Justin and David together too?"

"Probably," Blaine said, making Kurt laugh.

"Thats insane! I love you guys so much."

"But we abandoned our friends downstairs so," Edward began with a sigh. "Were going to go. I just read on the Ride BMX website that youre in the Recon Tour competition this November Blaine, and I cant wait to watch on TV. Best of luck. There are some serious killers this year."

Kurt looked over at his boyfriend and Blaine gave the two fans an odd look. "You read that I was in the competition? On Ride BMX?"

Edward nodded and looked at Ricky as he spoke now. "Well, we read that you signed up for preliminaries so youre pretty much in."

Nick noticed Kurt tense up next to him and closed his eyes. This wasnt going to end well.

"Yeah," Blaine said with a smile. "Oh. Ok well, thanks guys. And we adore you for the support."

"For sure," Edward smiled. "If you guys ever come back, Im going to keep bringing my posters for you to sign."

"We can get a picture together if youd like," Blaine told them, though he felt incredible sick inside. He knew that mustve meant his uncle signed him up for the competitions. Blaine hadnt given Don a clear yes or no on whether or not he would compete. He needed to so that he could keep his sponsors and keep making money, but Kurt didnt want him to because right now, their focus was school and doing well so that Blaine could get into a decent college. He was pretty much going to have to let down someone he cared about, not to mention himself no matter what he chose. But it seemed that Don made the choice for him.

Kurt took Edwards cell phone as he told them hed take the picture for the group. Nick and Jeff were on one end, Edward and Ricky in the middle, and then Blaine. He told the group to smile and then captured a couple photos for them.

"Thank you guys so much. Best of luck with school and competitions and everything!"

"Thanks guys," Jeff told them, waving goodbye. He then looked at Kurt who hadnt looked at Blaine pretty much since he heard what was going on. "Wow."

"Fuck," Blaine rubbed at his temple. "I need a drink."

"Were you going to tell me that you entered the competition?" Kurt asked him. The boy went over to the couch and picked up his shirt, putting it back on. Blaine watched him and looked at Nick who only gestured over to the bar. Jeff swiftly followed.

"I didnt know that I entered the competition. If I knew that I was going to, I wouldve let you know first."

Kurt shook his head. "How could you not know?"

"My uncle obviously did it. Hes the one managing my career right now and like I told you before, he said I needed to enter a competition soon if I wanted to keep all of my endorsements."

Kurt ignored him and put the cue stick down.

"I know how important Pace is to you Kurt, and Ive been trying—"

"I think thats the biggest problem, here. Pace is important to only me in this relationship. It should mean something to you too, Blaine. Unless youre going to be riding BMX for the rest of your life, you should want something like an education to fall back on."

"Whats wrong with wanting to compete for the rest of my life?" Blaine asked. "If I wanted to, I could definitely make a career out of it. Im that good."

"I never said you werent."

"But youre acting like I should drop something I love doing because I have to focus on school. Ive been doing great last I checked, Kurt."

Kurt shook his head and looked out over the club. He was doing so great because he had one thing to pay attention to. Now, who knew what would happen? The point of this was to prove all the people like Chandler wrong. He didnt want Blaine to be a has-been by 25 like his ex-boyfriend so confidently stated, or to be like Eric Milton, looking back on what was—the glory days—while he had absolutely nothing challenging to do. "Its your decision. You proved it has nothing to do with me."

Blaine stared at him for a while before walking away. Nick watched his friend approach them at the bar and rub a hand down his face.

"Can I have a beer?"

"No," Jeff said. "Dont give it to him."

The bartender nodded. "Sorry, kid."

Blaine rolled his eyes and sat down.

"Whats wrong, man? And why didnt you say you were going to do the competition?"

"Because I hadnt exactly decided," Blaine told Nick. "Donnie mustve signed me up because I did imply that I was leaning towards doing it. I just didnt know how to get Kurt to agree with it. Now hes mad because Im interested in doing both BMX and Pace which is fucking ridiculous."

"Let me go talk to him," Jeff recommended. Blaine shook his head.

"Doesnt even matter. Hes stubborn and hes only going to see this his way."

Nick rubbed at his neck. "You guys want to get out of here? At least go for a walk. Its nice out tonight. We can like, stroll Hollywood Boulevard or something."

Blaine looked over at Kurt who playing pool by himself. He shrugged. "Whatever. Doesnt matter to me."

…

It was weird seeing the lack of PDA that Kurt and Blaine were putting on as the pair strolled down Hollywood Blvd. late that night. There was usually at the very least hand holding, but often one boy would have their arm around the other, and theyd laugh or stop to kiss as they talked. Tonight, there wasnt anything but the two of them walking side by side and saying absolutely nothing.

Nick shook his head as he walked a few feet behind them with Jeff. He looked at his boyfriend who was typing away on his cell phone, sending a message to Justin.

"I hate when my friends are fighting."

Jeff nodded and put his phone away, pulling Nick a little closer to him. "Theyre going to work it out. That is literally an argument that a five minute conversation can fix. They just have to get their heads out of their asses."

Nick agreed. "Its hard when two stubborn people are in a relationship together."

"Thats why were pretty good," Jeff told him. "Youre stubborn as fuck and Im pretty loose. Those two, theyre both strong willed and they both suck when it comes to talking about things that they do not want to talk about." Jeff shrugged. "Theres no way theyre ever breaking up though. If so, Im laughing at Blaine for that tattoo for fucking ever."

Nick snorted and shoved his boyfriend.

As they walked past a movie theater, Blaine looked up at the shows that were playing. He felt Kurt slow down a bit and turned back to look at him, watching as his boyfriend looked at his phone. Kurt accepted the call and held it to his ear.

"Hey, dad."

Blaine glanced back at his friends laughing and joking behind them before listening to the rest of Kurts conversation.

"Yes, we had fun. I think Im going to stay at Blaines tonight." He looked down at his boots and rubbed over his forearm. "Ok. If that changes, Ill give you a call. Love you."

A guy and his girlfriend squeezed in between the couple as they walked by. Blaine turned his snapback cap backwards on his head and put his hands in his pockets as Kurt said goodbye. Nick and Jeff were in the front now, walking slowly, and Kurt ended the call without glancing in Blaines direction.

Blaine felt like shit. All he wanted to do was go out and have a good time, but things were so much more worse now than it was before. One thing that was certain was he didnt want this to be an argument for days like their first one was. "Kurt."

His boyfriend slowed down and looked at him. Blaine caught up and moved a little closer.

"Im sorry that I didnt tell you I was thinking about competing."

Kurt shrugged and continued to walk. "You dont have to tell me anything. Its yours and your uncles decision."

"Even if I didnt have to tell you, youre my partner in all of this. I love you and Im sorry that you were out of the loop."

Kurt nodded. "I love you too."

Blaine crossed the street after his friends. "That doesnt mean Im not going to compete."

The taller teen smiled. "Of course it doesnt, baby. Im going to continue to support you like a good boyfriend should."

They were quiet, and Blaine knew even though Kurt had told him that he was fine with everything that he wasnt. Jeff motioned over to the wax museum and smiled at his friends.

"Want to sneak in?"

"No." Kurt and Nick said in unison. Jeff pouted.

Blaine cleared his throat. "How about we just walk back to the car and go home?"

"I thought we were doing a hotel room," Nick responded.

He looked at Kurt. "My boyfriend is mad at me for something I didnt even do so I dont feel like being around people right now."

"Im not mad at you," Kurt told him, though he still wouldnt give eye contact. "I told you its whatever."

Jeff nodded. "Ohio sounds mad to me."

"Well Im not."

"If were driving back to Long Beach tonight, we should take another hour off somewhere before getting behind the wheel. Just to be safe." Nick looked around to see what they could do but a lot of places were closed. "Nothing fun is open, really. We could just keep walking around I guess."

"Or, we could sneak into a place." Jeff seemed adamant but Kurt wanted no part of that. Sneaking into the skate park was one thing, but he wasnt into breaking and entering. Blaine fixed the cap on his head.

"Theres a movie theater back there. Its either that or staying in a hotel because I dont want to aimlessly walk another second."

Kurt looked back at the theater to see what was playing as Nick hummed. "Or we could go watch a movie at the hotel. But we should call ahead of time to see if the one we parked near has any rooms available."

Jeff pulled out his cell phone. "Im on it."

"Cool."

Blaine walked over to the wax museum building and leant against it. He took his own phone out to contact his mom who moved back into the beach house a week ago—shed be going into labor in a few weeks and her sons demanded she get her ass back to Long Beach— just to let her know theyd be back in tomorrow. He also had to include in this text message that Clarissa should in no way convey to Burt Hummel that Kurt and Blaine werent at the beach house; because he was sure Kurt neglected to mention to his father that he was at going to be in West Hollywood getting his party on at a gay bar. Hopefully his mother wouldnt get all parenty and do the right thing. He promised they were safe, so theyd see what happens. Besides, Blaine told his mom that they were driving to LA for some music festival that didnt exist, so it wasnt like hed get Most Honest Son award either.

Kurt walked over to him and leant by his side; his hand on his boyfriends waist. Blaine looked over at him for a moment.

"I promise Im not mad."

Blaine nodded, sliding his phone away. "Yeah. Just know that I know you better than you know yourself and you cant hide how you really feel from me."

Kurt dropped his hands and nodded. "I understand that. But Im not mad."

"Even if I do decide to compete? I dont think Im going to drop out now that my uncle put me up."

Kurt shook his head. "Like I said, I support you Blaine. Thats my job."

Blaine took his hand and though Kurt was reluctant, he allowed himself to be pulled into his boyfriend. "Listen, baby. Are you listening?"

Kurt nodded. "I am."

Blaine pulled him even closer in. "I cant help but feel like youre being sarcastic about supporting me because youre upset."

"Im not being sarcastic. Youd know if I was being sarcastic, Blaine."

"Then whats with the "its my job to support you" attitude? I just want to talk about this and youre making me feel like shit."

Kurt shook his head but remained quiet.

"I want to be fair. I acknowledge that you really want to succeed at Pace and get to New York and attend NYADA. I love that about you. You set your mind to something and youre doing it, despite how people mayve tried to discourage you over the years."

Kurt listened.

"But my thing is, Ive been doing this for years, Kurt. Before you came along, I was working hard to be a pro at this and I think I did amazing. You did help me to remember that I love music and because of my dad, I would really like to pursue a career in that somewhere. I dont get how that means I have to stop everything else I love to do too because of that."

"Im not saying you do."

"Yes you are. Its either your way or the highway right now."

"That is not true," Kurt said with a chuckle. "Im… no matter what I say right now youre not going to believe me."

"So then Im going to compete."

"I know," Kurt told him. "And Im going to support you."

Blaine nodded, letting him go. "Fine, baby."

"I think youre the one whos mad."

"The only reason Im mad is because I didnt say anything to begin with and now I look like a jerk. Then Donnie just entered me without letting me know. It makes me look like a dick."

"It doesnt," Kurt rolled his neck and took a deep breath. "If you start fucking up in school then I reserve the right to be upset because right now youre doing great. We even have our appointment set up with our guidance counselor in a couple weeks."

Jeff gave his friends a thumb up to let them know they were good for the hotel. Blaine nodded and looked at his boyfriend. "Im going to try my best. Thats all I can do."

"Yeah."

Blaine stood up straight and smoothed out his shirt. "Im going to get in the shower as soon as we get to the hotel and then Im going right to sleep. Naked."

Jeff hung up the phone. "That may not work out too well for you because were actually sharing their only available room."

Blaine sighed. "Fuck. I dont want to share a room with Nick and Jeff. They fucking suck."

Nick smiled. "You need to learn how to whisper."

Kurt laughed and grabbed Blaine. "Come on before the hotel locks us out."

…

The guys quickly walked back to where their night started. By the time they were back at Fubar, it was well after 1 in the morning but it sounded like the party was just getting started. Blaine shook his head no when his friends tried to convince him to go back inside. First of all, he wasnt spending any more cash for the night. He tended to suck with his money when they went out on the weekends, which is why he figured that the group always did absolutely nothing, and besides that he didnt think he could take another random man grinding against his ass while he waited at the bar. Also, alcohol made him sleepy and the bed was calling his name.

Though he wasnt happy that the only room available was a standard double bed room with the beds only separated by a night stand with a lamp on top, Blaine was just grateful to be near a bed. He called first dibs on the shower as Nick turned on the TV and looked for something to watch.

"Am I welcome to join you so we can save water and time?" Kurt asked him. Jeff smiled and nodded.

"Us too?"

Blaine rolled his eyes at the blond and looked at Kurt as he removed his shirt. "Sure. I want to talk some more anyway."

Kurt went over to the closet and grabbed a couple towels. "About?"

Blaine took off his watch and then his chain and laid it next to his hat. He grabbed Kurt around the waist and pulled him over to the bathroom down the hall. His boyfriend rolled his eyes and opened the door, flicking the light on and closing it after Blaine walked inside.

"About everything," the curly haired boy finally answered.

Kurt nodded as he looked at the shampoos and body washes lining the shelves. "We can talk. I guess I need to start bringing my night-care washes and creams everywhere with me since we spontaneously spend nights in hotel rooms."

Blaine undressed the rest of the way and then started to adjust the water in the shower. "Sounds like a good idea."

"Also that lap dance was incredibly hot tonight."

"Kurt."

He smiled, undoing his belt and then dropping his jeans. "Blaine."

"I need you to be honest with me, ok?" He stepped into the shower and dipped his head under the water. Kurt sighed and walked over to him after removing his ring and bracelet. "This is really important to me."

"Ive been honest." He stepped into the shower, nudging his boyfriend out of the way. "I said Im not mad and I mean that. Youre right. Youre Mr. BMX and I shouldnt be upset with you for doing something that not only you love to do, but you get great rewards from. And I know your fans adore you."

Blaine took some body wash and started to lather it over his chest as he listened. Kurt watched him. "And I adore you too, Blaine."

"I wouldnt fault you for being upset though."

"Im not."

"You were at first."

"I guess because I didnt know," Kurt told him. He turned around and faced the water. "I didnt even know you were thinking about it and then I was blindsided. And it isnt your fault, I know, but I had this vision of how the school year would go, and it was you supporting me like I had done for you over the summer. I dont know why I thought that way but… its stupid."

Blaine wrapped his arms around his boyfriend from behind as Kurt took the body wash. "I know why."

"Why?"

Blaine kissed his shoulder. "Do you remember when we went to New York for Nationals with your friends, and you were talking to Chauffeur? And he was talking all this shit about how Id be no one by 25?"

Kurt rolled his eyes as an act, knowing that was exactly why. But he didnt want Blaine to know that. "Baby I thought we were past the Things Chandler Says phase."

"But Im pretty sure the things Chafing said and the things Rachel said to you as well still resonated, because I remember them telling you at some point that Id be the star and youd be standing on the sidelines watching. And its because they know as well as I know that you, Kurt Hummel, are so much better than that."

Kurt was quiet. He started to shower and Blaine began to help, getting his back for him.

"But, I dont see why it is I cant both support you and do what I need to as well. And I know that in the beginning of the school year I thought that getting good grades and doing my BMX tours would be impossible, but what I need from you is to tell me that its not. Just continue to support me, even if you cant physically make my competitions—even if its in spirit it would mean the world to me. Because I know for a fact that you know if this were you with anything, I would back you 100%. I always will."

Kurt nodded. "Youre right."

"Am I right or are you just saying that so Ill shut up?"

His boyfriend laughed a little before turning around to face him. They smiled before Kurt kissed the boy on the cheek. "Youre right. I didnt think about it but maybe something Chandler or the others said was triggered. I dont think it was but maybe subconsciously… I dont know." It was only a white lie. He didnt want Blaine to know that anything Chandler or Rachel said to him was lingering in his mind. "What I do know is I just want you to do well at Pace too. I could understand if you wanted to pursue BMX professionally, I would be there for you and I hope you know that. But if youre in this school, you know you should take it seriously. A lot of serious kids applied for it and—"

"I am serious."

"Alright," Kurt told him. "Then just remember how many priorities you have. And dont complain when were not able to see each other as much because ultimately thats what its going to be. Just school. Just competitions."

Blaine shrugged. "I doubt that."

"Uh huh."

Blaine looked at him. "I just dont want us to be mad at each other. And I dont want this to be the reason I lose you."

Kurt smiled. "Then what would you like to be the reason you lose me?"

"Nothing if you put it that way. I mean I dont want to lose you," Blaine clarified. "At all. Especially not because I have other obligations outside of our schooling. I signed contracts. I have responsibilities."

Kurt kissed him. "Youre right. Im sorry."

Blaine closed his eyes at the feeling of Kurts lips on his. He placed his hands on his boyfriends hips and moaned when Kurt deepened it, but then cursed when the taller teen pulled away with a smile.

"We have to save hot water for Nick and Jeff."

Blaine sighed but nodded. "Alright."

They washed and then dried off and got into their underwear before walking back into the room. Nick lay with his head in Jeffs lap as he stared at the TV, deep into a movie that was playing. Jeff seemed to be in a serious game on his cell phone when his friends walked in. "Wow. That was only like 10 minutes. I thought for sure wed hear some moaning for sure."

Blaine plopped down on the bed, combing through his curly hair. "Kurt and I have never been in a hotel room without having amazing; mind blowing, toe curling, and scream inducing sex. But were sharing this room with you two and I dont know if I could have sex with anyone else in here. Itd be weird."

Kurt smiled as he went to lay down behind his boyfriend. "I could totally get off on the thought of someone listening."

Nick looked up with a smirk. "Kinky bastard."

"Were sharing a room with an exhibitionist," Jeff said. "Looks like theres no need to waste money on porn. And I was just complaining about how we never watch porn together anymore. Not since the soft core incident."

Blaine stared at the movie, trying to remember what it was. He realized it was that Liam Neeson was in it and then made the connections with the animals that it was The Grey. "Cooper told me this movie had a shitty ending."

"Arent you going to sleep?" Nick asked.

Blaine lay back and looked at his best friend. "I will when you turn this off."

Kurt rolled over and got beneath the sheets. "Goodnight, guys."

"Goodnight Ohio," Jeff and Nick said in unison. Nick then got up and gave the remote to his friend. "Im going to shower."

"Im coming." Jeff got up and skipped to the bathroom. "Oh, tell them about New York!"

Blaine raised an eyebrow as he scrolled through the channels. "What about New York?"

"In a couple weekend were going to NYC to meet Brooklyn," Nick told him. "Justin is tagging along too. I was wondering if you wanted to come. Kurt too if he isnt dead to the world."

Kurt turned his head and smiled at the brunette. "That sounds awesome. Im happy for you, Nick."

"Yeah," he said with a smile.

"Well I really need to start practicing and everything so I doubt my uncle will let me. But get lots of pictures with her and spam my phone," Blaine told him seriously. "And punch Ashleighs boyfriend in the face. Hes such a dick."

"Dont do that," Kurt said.

Nick smiled. "I wont. And ok boys, sleep well if youre both asleep before we get out of the shower. Im not promising to be quick in there." He pulled off his shirt and tossed on the bed as he walked off, and Blaine went back to channel surfing. Kurt rolled back over and sighed into his pillow.

"Im happy for him."

Blaine nodded. "Me too."

Kurt closed his eyes. "So there is absolutely no chance of the two of us doing anything?"

Blaine bit his lip into a smile as he shook his head, an action his boyfriend couldnt see. "That wouldnt be weird for you? Were usually so intimate, you know. I mean with other people in the past I wouldnt have cared but… I dont know."

Kurt turned to look at him. "We gave each other head in a gay bar a couple hours ago. You werent saying any of this when your cock was down my throat."

Blaine laughed. "Well first, I was drunk. Two, it was different. I dont care if random people wouldve caught us but Nick and Jeff would never shut up about it if we started doing it in the bed next to them."

Kurt nodded. "I doubt theyd care at all, but I get it. Sorry for asking. I guess it is pretty weird."

Blaine licked his lips and looked up at his boyfriend, crawling up the bed afterwards. "I cant tell if its the liquor talking or if you are really this kinky…"

Kurt laughed. "I guess you have a lot to discover about Kurt Hummel." He pulled the blanket over him as the AC picked up. "Im going to sleep now. My dad may need me for a few hours."

Blaine rolled his eyes at that. "Will Derrick be there?"

"Really?" his boyfriend asked. "Youre always complaining when I mention the boys name but you bring him up more than I do."

"Thats barely true."

Kurt smiled and closed his eyes. "Goodnight."

"Pollux."

Kurt laughed. "Castor…"

"I love you."

"And I love you a million times more," Kurt said, turning to look at him. "Now shut up and let me go to sleep."

"I love you a million times more than that."

"Fine," Kurt said with a yawn.

Blaine heard the water finally start in the shower and he smiled as he got beneath the covers. He moved close to Kurt and smiled when the boy laughed at how Blaine started to kiss his neck. "Dont start something you wont finish, Anderson."

Blaine kissed him on the shoulder and closed his eyes too. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight Castor."

….

The next day Kurt did go to help out at his fathers shop. He parked his motorcycle in the garage and stepped off, taking off Blaines ATV helmet and fluffing his hair as best he could. His father was talking with a customer and Kurt said hello to all of the staff before heading back towards the locker room.

He changed into the black coveralls with his name embroidered on the left side of his chests pocket. His white tank top underneath clung to his abdomen muscles and he smiled to himself remembering the look Blaine always gives him whenever he shows up to watch Kurt work or to help out. Today, Blaine would be busy practicing for Preliminaries since he hadnt competed in the last tournament and would need to work his way up the ranks all over again. Kurt would probably end up at the skate park after work watching him, cheering him on. Just like old times.

Kurt walked out of the room and Derrick caught his eye. He waved hello to the teen who wore a white undershirt and dark slacks; his colorful arms flexing as he moved a tire from one end of the shop to a 4x4. When he saw Kurt, he winked, and Kurt tried his hardest not to roll his eyes as he smiled. He knew that the boy was straight, and that he knew Kurt was happily involved, but that never stopped him from being a flirt.

"Well if it isnt my pride and joy," Burt Hummel said as he walked away from reception, a stack of paperwork in his hands. "How was your little get together last night?"

Kurt smiled as his dad wrapped an arm around him. "It was a riot. If you have a minute over a lunch break if you get one, well chat."

"Oh boy." Burt smiled as he looked down at his boy, pulling on the brim of his cap. "What did he do?"

Derrick perked up in the corner.

"Nothing," Kurt laughed a little as he said it. "We had a disagreement about something initially but were fine. I was a bit of an idiot about it, I think," he turned to walk and his dad followed, "because if Blaine hadnt come to me to make peace, I probably wouldnt be talking to him right now."

"Youre stubborn like your mother."

"Dont pin it on mom." Kurt smiled. "I am sure I have her looks and your personality. To the bone, dad."

Burt scoffed and dropped the paperwork on the staff table to take into the office later. He looked at his son. "Im going to be working on this BMW today. Give me a hand with it and Ill listen, ok?"

Kurt nodded. "Sure thing. First, how was the date last night? And did you tell Blaze that I miss him?"

Burt smiled. "The date was fantastic. I really like her, you know. And Richard says if you really miss him, youd call him more."

Kurt smiled. "That could go both ways. But Im happy youre happy, dad."

They set up at the BMW and Kurt nodded. It was a pretty sexy car. He couldnt wait to be a Broadway star because he already knew what he was going to drive and where hed live and everything. "I am happy. Now about you and my favorite knuckle head: whats up?"

Kurt handed his father a tool and watched him begin. "We had this thing when the school year started that hed be dedicated and focused on school and music because you know how he was in his old school… his grades were a joke and hed barely go to classes. He only started to do well when his mother told him he wouldnt be able to compete over the summer."

Burt hummed, nodding as he listened.

"So that happened, and I guess I acknowledged that he was doing all of this for me. It felt good that he was working hard and doing so amazing because he wanted to support my dream of being in Pace and going on to NYC and all. Just like Id been by his side this summer."

"Ok," Burt said, waiting for the bad part.

"But now, Donnie entered him in this competition for November and with it being October, I know Blaine will spend all of his time getting ready for it. Hes going to want first place so that his endorsers throw even more goodies at him, and his name gets put out there even more, which is great, dad. I want him to do his absolute best. But the thing is—"

"Hell lose focus in school."

Kurt took out the damaged headlight as his father did work on the engine. "Exactly. And once he loses focus in school, he could risk getting kicked out. He said he wanted to work in producing music for artists after college but Im not as convinced as he is that both being a pro BMX athlete and giving this other dream of his as much focus is possible. In my mind, its only one or the other. And I know Blaine, dad. I love him so much. All I can see is him slacking off at Pace and having to go back to JFK High where a lot of guys dislike him for whatever reason… I guess mostly me if not because hes getting a bit of fame, and then hes there and hes reacting on impulse trying to defend himself and has squandered away both of his dreams."

Burt reached for his rag and cleaned his hands before grabbing another tool. Kurt shook his head as he got down on his knees, looking at the wiring. "I will admit, like I admitted to him yesterday, that I was a little selfish in wanting him to do what I wanted this year… to feel like we were equals and I wasnt just his fanboy. But at the same time, I do have legitimate concerns."

"I understand where youre coming from," Burt told him. He stopped and turned to his son. "I dont fault you for your feelings. Youre entitled to them, at least at first after the shock hits, right? But, heres the thing about relationships," his father continued. "And Im sure you mayve learned this by now, because you two are very serious about one another and thats very special. The thing about relationships is there are two different people who ultimately want the same thing, and thats to be happy and successful with one another. But this joint happiness is difficult, because the things that make you happy may not bring him as much happiness, and vice versa. You may have a plan for you two and maybe youve established it in your mind, but he may not see things the exact same way and a little tear in that foundation can cause strife. Now, what do you do?"

Kurt took in all that his father said as he looked up at him. He thought about the answer to that for a moment. "I guess what Ive been doing the whole time."

"And whats that?"

Kurt stood up. "Sticking with him. Giving him the support and letting him know regardless of what he chooses, Im here."

Burt hummed. "Even if he chooses BMX? If he has to go on tours and you dont see him as often as youre accustomed to?"

Kurt sighed. "Even if that."

"So even if he does get kicked out of Pace because he couldnt dedicate himself there, you wont give up on him is what youre saying?"

Kurt noticed Derrick was eavesdropping a bit, pretending to sweep around their area. He ignored him and looked at his dad. "I will be really upset with him. Pissed, to be honest. But its his choice, not mine, and me saying that I love Blaine isnt conditional. Regardless of what happens, Im his."

Burt smiled at him. "Good for you. I think I raised you right, kiddo."

Kurt rubbed at the nape of his neck. "You did. I just hope that if I ever do get my turn, hell be there for me as well."

Burt handed his son the next tool and Kurt went to work, unscrewing and unhinging to relieve some stress. He knew how to get Kurt to calm down. "Well what do you think Blaine would do?"

Kurt shrugged. "I think hed be there for me as well. Actually, I know he would. But somewhere in my mind is that lingering fear that hes so much more important than I am and his obligations will remove me as a priority. I mean, hes Mr. BMX. I dont even know how I compete."

Burt looked at his son. "You knew who he was when you told him youd be his boyfriend. It isnt sunshine and rainbows. Either you make the decision to trust him or you make the decision not to."

"Actually," Kurt began, "he got a lot more famous after he and I got together. Sure he was winning competitions but all of his commercial success with Adidas and those billboards with Colony didnt come until after he and I had been together."

Burt nodded. "Fair game. So maybe you can find someone who isnt as awesome as Blaine is and who has no goals or aspirations that would be perfect for you instead."

Kurt laughed at his fathers words and shook his head as he got his hands dirty. "Yeah, ok dad. I forgot you were his number one fan."

Burt smiled.

"But, theres no one else for me. Hes it."

"Then trust him. Stop being afraid when hes done nothing wrong. When he screws up, then you hold him accountable, Kurt. Even then, give him the opportunity to right his wrongs because thats what people in love do, right?"

Kurt nodded.

"You just gotta trust him, kiddo." Burt watched his son remove the engine. "This needs a new battery too. And a body job, but well let Derrick work on that."

Kurt looked over at Derrick and smiled when he saw the usual bad boy talking to a little girl by reception. He turned to his father and gave a half smile. "Thanks for the talk, old man."

"Thanks for coming to me." Burt observed the side of the car and then turned to his son. "I know a lot of kids dont really trust their parents enough to talk with em but Im glad we have each other."

Kurt smiled at him and nodded. "Im elated that we have each other."

…

"Are you ever going to tell me what Neil gave you for your birthday?" Blaine asked his little cousin as he carried him up the steps of the Kinsella residence. Mikey blushed but shook his head no.

"Im too shy."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Come on. I tell you so much about the gifts Kurt gives me."

"Not all of them," Mikey said.

"Well not all of them are appropriate, but the appropriate ones you know all about." Blaine rang the doorbell and looked at his little cousin. "Can I put you down now?"

Mikey shook his head no. "I enjoy being as tall as you. David says I wont be as tall as you until my 8th birthday and thats like… many years from now."

Blaine smirked. "David is a butt face. So come on, tell me what Neil got you. Or let me read it if youre too shy."

Mikey considered it as Aunt Pam came to the door. She smiled at her son and her nephew and moved aside so they could enter. "Hello, my handsome young men. How was school today?"

Mikey kissed her hard on the cheek and she laughed as the blond instructed Blaine that it was ok to put him down now. Blaine smiled, dropping him and then kissing his aunt as well.

"School was great but thats because it was Friday. School is always fantastic on Fridays."

"Yep!" Mikey said. "We got to watch a movie in the auditordium."

He still had problems pronouncing that word, regardless of how many times Kurt went over it with him. Pam locked the door and looked at Blaine.

"Youre staying for dinner, right? As a matter of fact, that isnt a question."

Blaine smiled. "Well excuse me. I guess I am then."

"Hows mom?" She walked to the living room and took Mikeys shoes and book bag off. He usually tended to come in, see the television, and nothing else mattered.

"Shes doing really well. Im kind of afraid that Ill be competing when she goes into labor, even though shes not due until the end of November and my competitions are relatively early. I guess it doesnt mean anything though because when my sister is ready to come, shell come."

Pam smiled at that. "True that. Well, can you maybe just do the next one?"

Blaine frowned. "I would in a heartbeat but Ive already been getting publicity and my sponsors are like posting it on their websites. What if I bust my as—butt at Preliminaries and they feel dumb?"

"Well you wont be busting anything because youre an incredible rider, Blaine."

Mikey turned around on the couch and agreed. "Incredible."

Blaine smiled, standing up straight. "What time does Donnie get in tonight? I havent cornered him in person yet about signing me up without letting me know, yet. Kurt didnt appreciate a bunch of Legacy fans knowing before him."

Pam shook her head at that. "Boy."

"It wasnt my fault, auntie."

"Uh huh," she said, heading towards the kitchen. "He should be in before dinner time. Keep Mikey entertained for me. His little brother or sister is on my bladder and Im going crazy."

Blaine laughed and nodded at her before walking over to Mikey and picking him up again. "Dude, lets go upstairs and you can show me what Neil gave you."

Mikey scoffed dramatically and made his cousin laugh. "Fine. But, I," he pointed at his chest and his hazel eyes turned cold with his seriousness on the matter, "better get something out of this."

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Name your price."

Mikey rubbed his chin. "Wheres Kurtie?"

"Hes at rehearsal for the dance recital hes in." Blaine said. "What does Kurt have to do with this?"

"Well," Mikey smiled but before he could resume, Blaine shook his head no.

"Youre not kissing my boyfriend."

Mikey rubbed his chin again. "What about you buy me one of those huge boxes of Lucky Charms? Like mama buys at BJs when we go shopping on Sundays."

Blaine thought for a moment. He hated shopping at BJs. It was eternally crowded. "Fine. Youve got yourself a deal."

Mikey hopped down out of his arms and smiled, running towards the stairs. "Ill race you!"

Blaine smirked. "Cheater." He chased after him and tickled the boy as they went up the steps.

Eventually, after five minutes of wrestling in the hallway and getting a warning from Aunt Pam about putting a hole in the wall, Blaine let his little cousin win the race to his bedroom. Blaine crawled after him and when Mikey laughed, Blaine lay out on the carpet and took deep breaths.

"Woo. Youre a firecracker, you know that? Im exhausted."

Mikey smiled. "I miss you living here. We had so much fun. And I gots to see Kurt lots and lots."

Blaine smiled sadly at the little boy as he got up. "Well maybe Ill smuggle you into my book bag and sneak you into the beach house. If youre quiet, my mom wont even know youre living with us."

Mikey thought about it for a while. "But then my mommy and daddy will miss me." Blaine sat on the racecar bed. "Maybe Ill just ask if we can have more sleepovers."

Blaine high-fived him. "Maybe we can start this weekend."

"Yes!" Mikey cheered.

"Then its set."

The blond boy undid his blue and red striped tie before going through his drawers. "Remember. A huge box of lucky charms."

"Im a man of my word, brat." Blaine watched as Mikey removed the birthday card and then handed it over to him. "Aw, this is nice."

It had some cartoon character the kids loved nowadays on the front of it and said You will be my favorite 5 year old for the next 365 days. Mikey started to unbutton his uniform shirt.

"That is a long time," he said.

Blaine laughed. "Yup. Sure is."

When he opened it, there was a standard happy birthday message written, but Neils voice started to speak. A Build-A-Bear gift card fell onto Blaines lap. Mikey picked it up as Blaine realized Neil obviously did that thing where you record what you want to say and every time the person opens it, they can hear the greeting. Blaine smiled as he listened.

"Hi Mikey. I got you a Build-A-Bear card so that you could go get that Iron Man Build-A-Bear that you wanted so bad. Your bear can be best friends with my Hulk bear, just like were best friends. And … I … I bet youll make your bear cute just like you. Happy Birthday."

Blaine nodded at the message and looked at Mikey who buried his face in his pillow. "Wow. This kid is smooth. Ill give him that."

Mikey looked up and his face was red. He played with the gift card and shrugged. "I listened to that a lot."

"Well did you go to Build-A-Bear yet? And do you like him?"

Mikey blushed. "Im just staying single right now. I gotta focus on school, bro."

Blaine laughed, nodding his head. "Oh, dont I know it. The school part, at least. And hey, single is ok. Theres no rush to get with anyone right now, right?"

"Exactly." Mikey said. "But, Neil and I, we are leaving the option open."

Blaine smiled at him. "I dont know what to do with you."

As Mikey started to put his card back into its envelope, he looked up at his cousin. "Whenever we have our sleepover, we can go to Build-A-Bear together. I havent gone yet because I dont want mommy or daddy to hear the card Neil gave me. Im not supposed to date until Im 40. They never knew how serious Lynne and I were."

Blaine sighed. "Parents can be tough. But Ill gladly take you. And if you have a show and tell, maybe youll take Iron Bear and show Neil and say thanks? Just to be polite."

Mikey nodded, laughing. "Iron Bear."

Blaine smiled at him. "If you hurry and get out of your uniform, Ill play some PS4 with you before we start on homework."

Mikey grinned widely and hopped up, going to look for comfortable clothing. As he did so, there was a knock on the door and then in stepped Uncle Don. He smiled at Blaine and then let his son jump into his arms. "I heard you were looking for me, young man."

Blaine glared at his uncle. "Dont smile at me. Whats going on? You couldve given me the heads up."

Don put his son down after getting a tight squeeze. "Its my bad, then. I didnt think it was a bad thing because youd been practicing and working out and to me that means youre getting ready. Why else would you wake up at 5 in the morning to run?"

Blaine looked at him seriously. "Because I didnt want my boyfriend finding out about any of it. Duh..."

"Well thats not exactly my fault. You shouldve been open with the both of us and this wouldnt have happened." Don sighed as his son threw his uniform shirt onto the floor. "Mikey, dont treat your clothes like that. Would you like me to get Kurt on the phone?"

He picked up the shirt and apologized.

"Youre right." Blaine ran a hand through his hair. "And its whatever now. Kurt and I worked it out. So Preliminaries are November 9th, I read."

"In Ohio," Don said. "And this is the Recon Tour. Youre up against some professionals so weve gotta get your head in the game. We—"

Blaine interrupted him. "Ohio? There wasnt a closer competition?"

Don shook his head. "Not a serious one that would get you any respect or acknowledgement for that matter. And we booked the tickets, were good. You just go and compete. Well get you out of school for the day since its a Friday. The other competition days will be over the weekend so its nothing to worry about, B. Ill just run November 9th by Mr. Riley and were good to go."

Blaine sighed. "I was hoping Recon was in Vegas this year."

Don shook his head. "Sorry, kid. But do you have any concerns with school or are you ok?"

Blaine took the controller from his little cousin and stole a kiss that made Mikey laugh and wipe it off. "Honestly, Im doing great in school. Even though Ive been picking up practice again. I will admit that Im incredibly tired all the time and my boyfriend says he doesnt see me a lot after classes but, hes busy with recitals and Im doing this. Well get into the swing of things."

Don smiled and nodded. "Thats the spirit. You definitely will. Its just this one competition. Ill make sure youre good until January, but youll have the rest of November and December to spend the holidays with your family. Especially Kurt and your little sister, ok?"

Blaine nodded at that. "Fantastic."

"And youll be able to pour 100 percent into school. Well work it out, Blaine. Just keep doing what youve been doing. But listen, Ive got to get back to the shop and close up. Ill see you around dinner time."

"Love you pops," Mikey said.

"Love you too, midget. Bye Blaine."

Blaine saluted him. "Thanks, unc. Love ya."

"Love you too." He cracked the door and went off, jogging down the steps. Blaine looked at his cousin and then the TV screen.

"Have you decided if you wanted a little brother or sister yet?"

Mikey smiled. "I know daddy wants a girl so I hope we have a girl. Mommy wants a boy though, but since shes the one who ate my Lucky Charms Im going to side with daddy."

Blaine nodded, trying not to laugh. "Totally fair."

…

The bell rung signaling the start of fifth period lunch. Blaine said goodbye to his Italian teacher and then goodbye to Zach as he went towards Kurts locker where they were supposed to meet up. They received their progress reports in the mail over the weekend and both Kurt and Blaine were A students. Fucking As. Kurt was used to it, but for Blaine, it was a huge deal. Blaines mom hadnt looked that proud in a while, and he felt on top of the world.

They were scheduled to meet with their guidance counselor today about looking into colleges. At the end of the month, theyd have their report cards, and if they aced their midterm exams then everything would be fantastic. This meeting would be beneficial in letting them know what they needed to do to be college application ready.

Kurt emptied a bunch of books into his locker as Hunter rambled in his ear. He laughed and listened, shaking his head at the things the boy said before Blaine snuck up on him and kissed his neck. Hunter gave Blaine a five and then told both hed be at lunch, walking off after Dani tried to sneak past him.

"Hey cutie," Kurt turned around and kissed him softly. "Ready?"

Blaine closed Kurts locker for him and smirked when Kurt removed his Lakers hat from his curly head. Kurt was such a do-gooder. "Im ready."

They walked hand in hand to the first floor Guidance office and Blaine allowed Kurt to enter first. They said they were there for their appointment and Mrs. Williams came out with a smile on her face.

"Kurt and Blaine! A couple of Paces star students this semester. Come right in."

Blaine hummed, sounding a bit shocked at that statement as he followed after Kurt. They sat at the desk across from her, post shaking her hand, and then smiled as she began.

"Well as I said, you two have been doing great thus far. Pace is proud to have you. But we know we wont be keeping you long as it is your senior year, so the focus now is looking forward. Before we begin," the young, brown skinned woman put her glasses on and looked through papers. "I have your transcripts here. Kurt, youve been a phenomenal student throughout your high school career. Blaine, you started out fantastic…" she smiled at him and he smiled, nodding his understand.

"Then I sort of gave up on caring. But now thats different."

"And I am glad to hear it. Education is important. Im sure youve heard it time and time again so I wont stress you out."

Kurt turned to look at him, trying not to laugh at how Blaine had one of his scarves randomly thrown around his neck, just like old times. "Yeah. I get that. Im focused now." Blaine told her.

Mrs. Williams smiled at the both of them. "Awesome. Now, lets talk about the two of you together. When Kurt initially came to me for this appointment, he told me that youve been an item for going on 5 months now and that after high school, youre making the move to New York together."

Kurt nodded and Blaine did as well, smiling at his boyfriend. "Thats correct."

"So we want to apply to places in New York City. And before we do that, I want you to know that this is final. If you break up and decide that one of you wants to stay here or maybe go to Chicago, or wherever, youll probably end up taking a year off after high school…"

Blaine shook his head. "Were together and this is how were going to be until were 93. Ill probably get tired of him then. But for now, he knows hes stuck with me."

Kurt smiled at the womans laughter. "And he knows Im perfectly fine with that. Forever. Ninety three isnt cutting it, Anderson."

Blaine smiled, taking his hand.

Mrs. Williams grinned. "Youre both precious. Well, Kurt seems set on where he wants to go, but Im going to present other options as well. This isnt meant to deter you, but to create back-up plans, because NYADA is an incredible school thats extremely competitive. Weve had maybe three people accepted there since weve began."

Kurt took a deep breath but nodded as he gave her his full attention. "Yes. Yes, I understand that."

She brought out a few pamphlets. "What were going to do for you Kurt is apply to NYADA, but also look into another pretty competitive school which is Julliard, and then NYU, New York Film Academy or NYFA, and last The American Musical and Dramatic Academy, AMDA. I like your chances with a few of these schools, so expect more than one acceptance because not only are your grades exceptional, but you are in Pace and will be in various performances and competitions and so on." She slid each of the pamphlets forward and Kurt leant over to take them, Blaine reading over his shoulder. "The application fees are going to add up, so what I suggest is that you just give a $100 fee to the school and instead of paying hundreds, well handle everything for you."

Kurt looked up at her and smiled. "Ok. That sounds great."

She smiled back, seeing a lot of promise in the both of them. "What I need you to do is go home and print out applications for all of those schools and start filling them out. When you get your report card, well have another appointment set up so that we can begin sending them out with your transcript. Were very early, but the earlier the better. Also, I know Leonard Riley is willing to write letters of recommendation for the both of you. He speaks highly of your talents."

Blaine looked up at her as Kurt took all of this in. He could tell how excited his boyfriend was. He spoke next. "I dont take my SATs until after we get our report card."

Mrs. Williams nodded. "Not to worry. Most schools allow you to update your results afterwards online, but if it is necessary and youd like to wait a bit longer, that isnt a problem."

Kurt looked at him. "The earlier the better. Besides, you took it junior year and did great, right?"

Blaine nodded. "But I could do better, and my junior year grades are pretty worrisome."

"I dont think so," Mrs. Williams added. "Well, unless youre looking to get into an Ivy Leaguer," she told him with a smile. "But with the work youve been doing, we have a good chance of getting you accepted a few places. Add that to the fact that you are well known for what you do in the athletic field and youll get in for that, too."

Blaine rubbed at the scruff on his cheek. "Im not sure that I want to be accepted because of BMX. I want to be accepted because of music."

Mrs. Williams nodded. "I understand that, but I wont be able to stop the bias of the different colleges and universities. I chose a few places for you but what were you thinking?"

Blaine looked at Kurt and then back to the guidance counselor. "NYU. Manhattan College. And theres this place that Kurts friend Artie told me about. Its mostly visual arts but I hear the music program isnt too bad. In Brooklyn, I think it was. Ill get you the name."

"Make sure you do, but Im going to add Julliard to that list, which requires auditions which Im sure you both know. Most Performing Arts schools do, but Julliard looks for the best of the best. You both just arrived at this school and are turning heads. A lot of people will be attending the recital in December looking for you, Blaine."

Blaine looked surprised but when he felt Kurts excitement at that news, he smiled. "Wow."

"And I know that your major is in Chorus, Kurt, but the dance recital in November is going to be big for you as well. When the big wigs show up and see that youre a dancer, theyll take note of that. When the Chorus has their competitions, they will be watching. I heard you got a solo, along with Hunter Clarington, so congratulations."

Kurt smiled widely, unable to hide it. Blaine was proud of him. He worked really hard. "Thank you."

"So when theyre looking for the next Broadway star and youve performed at the dance recital and are having solos in the choir, youre going to be up there on the list. College scouts arent only looking at basketball and football players, boys."

Both teens nodded.

"With that being said, I want you to take what Ive told you and start filling out applications. Do your research. Continue to work hard, because it doesnt stop now. Senior year to many is the year where you bullshit, for lack of a better term. But you boys need to prove that youre here for a reason. The other students here have been roaming these halls for years and while theyre good, they arent Kurt and Blaine, so continue doing what you do, and I will see you…" she looked down at her calendar. "November 13th, after Veterans Day. is that fine?"

Blaine nodded, gathering the pamphlets. "Its great. Thank you for everything."

"Oh, well I will be at the recital on the evening of November 9th, so Ill see you boys then." She smiled and shook hands with Kurt who quickly extended his, smiling at her. Blaine froze in his seat as the date his guidance counselor said registered.

"Thank you so much for your help. Im excited to get started."

"As you should be." She went to shake Blaines hand and noticed he hadnt stood up yet, giving the teen a worried look. "Blaine? Are you ok?"

Blaine swallowed hard as Kurt looked at him and nodded. He was screwed. November 9th was the same day that his Preliminary competition in Ohio was. The same day that Kurt was having his first recital at Pace.

"Honey?" Kurt looked at him and Blaine nodded once more now, standing up.

"Im sorry. I… my head was elsewhere. Thank you, Mrs. Williams."

She smiled, though she didnt believe him. Neither did Kurt. "Anytime. And if you ever need to talk, you know where I am," she said seriously. "Enjoy lunch. You both still have quite a bit of time."

Kurt led the way out of the office and Blaine rushed to grab his hand, needing to hold onto him. When they were in the hall, his boyfriend stopped walking and turned, pushing Blaine softly against the locker.

"Spit it out."

Blaine felt like he was pale but tried to pretend that everything was ok. "Baby…"

"Whatever it is, tell me. I know that something is wrong. Are you not sure about New York now? Youd rather stay here?"

"No, no," Blaine shook his head and looked down the quiet halls. "Baby, you know I want to go to New York and do school and start a family with you there. Thats our plan and it isnt changing. You know that."

Kurt looked at him to see if he was genuine. "Then what is it?"

"Can you tell me you love me?"

Kurt nodded. "More than this world."

Blaine looked at him. "You promise?"

Kurt took both of his boyfriends hands. "Ill never stop loving you, Blaine."

The rider looked down and didnt say anything else. Kurt kissed him and he went to deepen it, but the taller teen pulled back. "Whats bothering you? Maybe I can help."

Blaine shook his head no. "I know its a school night but do you think I can stay with you tonight?"

Kurt took a deep breath, realizing he wasnt going to get anything from his boyfriend. "Ill ask my dad. He should be ok with it."

Blaine nodded. "Alright. Lets go to lunch. Lets go somewhere for lunch, though. I just want to be alone. Me and you, ok?"

Kurt nodded after checking his boyfriends watch. "We dont have that much time."

"Well then lets get a move on it."