From: Nick

Ohio

From: Nick

Are u up?                       

Kurt opened his eyes after the second vibration. His phone was still in his hand, which had been tucked underneath his pillow. After he and Blaine Skype messaged earlier that night, Kurt had fallen asleep while texting him, and looking at his screen now, Kurt found it funny that the last text he sent actually told Blaine ‘but I'm not sleepy :(.' Ironic.

From: Nick

If you're asleep, reply with a 1. Otherwise, we're climbing through your window.

Kurt rolled his eyes, sitting up on the bed and dragging a hand down his face. He was still trying to figure out how he put up with these people, and he'd been living in California for months.

To: Nick

2.

Despite being exhausted, he got out of bed and pulled on a t-shirt. There was no doubt in his mind that he'd be dragged into something that he shouldn't be doing—especially on the night before his dance recital. But, Kurt loved the idiots he got to call his friends, and if they were bothering him, it had to be for a good reason.

From Jeff:

Hey sexy.

Or at least it had better be.

From: Nick

What's 2? There was no option 2.

Kurt yawned, squinting down at the cell phone as he typed.

To: Nick

Option 2 means that I'm awake but I want nothing to do with your shenanigans.

A few seconds after the message had sent, Kurt heard a noise coming from outside. He sighed, stepping into his fuzzy slippers, fixing his bright red pajama pants, and walking out of his bedroom. Maybe this would be quick and he could go see what was up before his father woke up and punished all of them—not just Kurt. All of them.

His phone vibrated again as he got to the bottom step. Kurt glanced at the message as he slowly walked through the dark first floor and over to his front door. Once it was opened, he saw Nick, Jeff, and Blaine—the only one of the three who was dressed like he actually looked in the mirror before leaving his house—all on his stoop.

“Okay… Hello.”

“We wanted to see Blainers here off,” Jeff answered, pulling his robe tighter around him.

He literally came out of the house in a robe and Converse sneakers. Kurt grimaced. He knew his face portrayed the disdain he had looking at what Jeff was wearing, but he was a bit too tired to try and not bitch-face his friends.

“And you know he wanted to say goodbye to you before he left,” Jeff added, but Blaine quickly shook his head.

“Actually, I wanted to let you sleep—”

“He said he would never leave without saying goodbye to you,” Nick cut him off, smirking at Blaine's deadpan and Jeff's laughter. Kurt leant against the doorframe and smiled, folding both arms over his chest.

“Shut up.” Blaine pulled at the beanie partially covering his curls. He looked up at his ex and sent him a head nod. “I'm sorry. They dragged me over here. You should be sleeping for tomorrow… both of you should.” He turned to glare at Jeff who shrugged.

Jeff was honestly a pro at this. He'd been dancing for years and had participated in recital upon recital. Everyone knew he could go up on that stage with 15 minutes of sleep and a pack of Skittles and make it work.

Nick cleared his throat and looked up at Kurt. He observed him as well as he could in the dark of the night; the only light they had was from the half-moon and the street lights, and gestured with a head nod to outside the yard. “You have shoes on, right? Let's all go for a walk.”

Kurt glanced down at himself—t-shirt, pajama pants, fuzzy striped slippers that clashed with said pajama pants. He shook his head no and looked at the three of them. “As lovely as walking around in my night clothes with three of the most irrational boys I know in the middle of the night around this neighborhood sounds, I'm going to have to pass. These aren't shoes, they're actually house slippers, and if my dad finds out—”

Nick and Jeff joined hands and started to walk out of the gate. “Come on, fellas,” Jeff sang, apparently disinterested in whatever else Kurt would say. Blaine glanced away from his friends and over to his ex.

“I'm sorry about this again. They said they wanted to see me off and I mentioned wanting to see you but—”

“It's fine,” Kurt said with a smile.

Against his better judgment, he left the front door unlocked since he didn't have his keys with him and softly pulled it closed it behind him. No need to wake up the psychotic father at almost 2 AM. Nick and Jeff were waiting in the middle of the road and Kurt shook his head at them as he approached Blaine.

“I'm happy you came over, actually,” Kurt told him. “I was asleep, but I can't imagine you getting on a plane, if even for a little while, and me not being able to say goodbye. Boyfriend or not, you know?”

Blaine nodded. He moved his eyes away from Kurt's and looked away, starting to walk. Kurt followed behind him, his arms folded over his chest.

“I also need to give you your jacket before you leave, so it is good that you came over.”

“Thank you. My uncle will probably be outside in a minute anyway, so I won't keep you long.”

Kurt glanced over at the Kinsella residence as they exited his yard. The light in Don and Pam's room was on, so he was probably getting ready to head to the airport now.

“CJ's coming with,” Blaine added. “Says he wanted to be there for reasons.”

“Well I 100% support him supporting you,” Kurt replied. He looked at Blaine, noting the way he didn't look as excited as he normally did hours before a competition. That pre-match arrogance was absent, and he looked a bit complacent. “Are you okay?”

Blaine stopped in front of Nick and Jeff and nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. “I'm good.”

“You two love birds want to go for a walk or hang out in my car or what?” Nick asked, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. Jeff was behind him running his fingers through the boy's dark hair.

Blaine looked at Kurt for an answer.

“I don't mind a quick walk around the block,” Kurt said. “It does feel nice out tonight.”

It was a beautiful night out, especially for November. November back in Ohio would probably be filled with 40-degree weather or maybe even snowmen if winter wanted to come early. But the truth was, Kurt didn't think being enclosed in a small space with the three of them was a good idea. Nick and Jeff were being suspicious as all hell, and he wanted to be allowed the freedom to sneak peeks at Blaine every now and again. It was hard to do that in the SUV. Walking made it easy.

“Cool.” Blaine smiled at him and then gestured for his friends to lead the way. Nick and Jeff began to walk off, and as Kurt and Blaine followed closely behind, Jeff spoke first.

“So, Ohio,” he sang again, and Kurt smiled. Blondie had a nice voice, but Kurt would never say that aloud. He always appreciated the quiet. “How're you feeling about tomorrow? Well… later?”

Kurt took a deep breath, answering when he felt Blaine's eyes on him. “You know. Nervous. Excited. Nervous. Optimistic. Nervous.”

“You'll do amazing,” Blaine said, bumping into Kurt's side as they walked.

“As will you,” he replied.

Nick and Jeff shared a quick kiss in front of them before Nick turned around. He switched the hand he was holding of Jeff's so that he could walk backwards. “Seriously. I think this is the first time I've seen Blaine actually nervous for a competition. At least since we were like 13…”

“It's the Recon Tour,” Jeff said. “That's at a national level. Everyone who's anyone will be watching.”

Kurt deadpanned at Jeff. “Way to sooth his nerves…”

“I'm fine.” Blaine laughed, but Kurt could tell it was forced. “Honestly, my biggest concern as of right now is getting back here so I can see you wow the crowd. I couldn't care any less about the competition.”

There was an aww noise that came from both Nick and Jeff. Kurt smiled at them. He seriously wondered if they were here to ‘see Blaine off' or try to force them back together.

“Blaine.”

His ex looked over at him after kicking a pebble and watching it skip down the road. Nick and Jeff began to turn the corner, both facing front now, but Kurt grabbed Blaine's arm so he stopped walked.

“What?” Blaine asked; an eyebrow raised on his forehead.

“I know when something is wrong with you, and right now, something is wrong with you.”

At first, Blaine's face was blank. They played a small game of what resembled a staring contest until Kurt crossed both arms across his chest, eliciting the most adorable smile from Blaine. Nick and Jeff glanced back at them when they realized their friends weren't behind them.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah—”

“Give us a minute,” Kurt said, just loud enough for his friends to hear, but not so much that they'd disturb any of the neighbors. He stepped closer to Blaine when the boy turned away and cleared his throat.

“I'm not kidding. Tell me what's wrong.”

“There's nothing wrong,” Blaine repeated, smiling at Kurt and stepping back a little. “And don't do that. You're going to make me kiss you, and I don't want to hear any of that ‘just friends' nonsense. Not right now.”

Kurt looked at Blaine before turning to see that Nick and Jeff took to leaning against someone's car. They were pretty much wrapped up in one another at this point, and though Kurt was happy to see that they weren't at odds anymore, he didn't want to see them be lovey-dovey. Not at 2 AM.

“I'm fine. Let's keep walking and you can tell me all about something that has nothing to do with this.”

“Or,” Kurt said with a smile. “You can quit changing the subject. You don't get to show up at my house at this time with your animal best friends, mope around, and not get called out for it.”

Blaine rolled his eyes in a playful manner. “I'll tell you what…”

Nick and Jeff laughed from a few feet away, and when Kurt and Blaine looked over, they were smiling into another kiss. Kurt scoffed and looked away.

“Tell me. I'm all ears.”

Blaine nodded. “Good. You go put the ring back on and I will tell you whatever it is you want to know.”

Kurt smiled, his arms unfolding and falling at his sides. “By the time I go home and do that, you'll be leaving for the airport. We only have a few minutes and I don't want you leaving me when you're obviously feeling upset, Blaine.”

Blaine shook his head. “I wish you'd believe that I'm fine.”

“Is it about the ring?” Kurt questioned. He held up his hand and looked at the tan line. “Because if it is, I'll put it on. I wanted to wait until we were back together but if it'll put that gorgeous smile back on your face, I'll do it right now.”

“Stop flirting with me,” Blaine said. He pulled his track pants up higher and his eyes dropped to Kurt's lips. “And if you wanted to wait until we were back together, then we should get back together now. Kill two birds with one stone…”

Kurt smiled.

“We used to be the annoying, disgusting couple. Now look at them.” Blaine turned and watched Nick and Jeff practically swallowing one another's faces. Kurt winced.

“Get a room!”

Jeff turned to face them, though Nick didn't look entirely thrilled with the idea of not kissing him. “Can we use yours?”

Kurt ignored them.

“Are those new pajama pants?”

Kurt smiled at Blaine. “You noticed? Yes, Blaze got them for me on a sale. He's thoughtful.”

Blaine nodded, biting his lip. “Of course I notice.”

“And I notice that you're trying to change the conversation,” Kurt said with a smile, moving in closer again. Blaine laughed a little before pulling the beanie off his head and tossing it between hands. “Is it something that I did?”

Blaine shook his head no. “I'm… –It isn't you, babe. I just…”

Another pause. Kurt looked at him expectantly, but not judgmentally. He waited for Blaine to be ready with a soft expression on his face.

How was Blaine even supposed to answer, though? Kurt would probably be upset. No. He went through a lot to get Blaine to be able to participate, from at first being against it, to then working out a way for him to go to Ohio and then make it back in time for his recital. After everything that happened, Blaine felt that Kurt would definitely be upset with his answer. But he was feeling so much anxiety that he didn't know where to begin.

Because of that, he didn't.

Instead, he shook his head, forced a smile, returned the hat to his head, and began to walk again. Kurt remained in that same spot for a moment after Blaine brushed past him and went towards Nick and Jeff.

It wasn't all that easy to admit that he didn't want to compete, especially since he was afraid of losing and being ridiculed on a national level, and letting down all the people who were blindly supporting him just because of who he was now; Blaine Anderson, the hot, teen athlete who was out and ‘proud'. He didn't want those who were giving him and Kurt a hard time to win, but everything that had been going down as of late lessened Blaine's desire to compete in Recon. BMX used to be a lot of fun. Now, those feelings weren't attached.

All he wanted was to be happy with Kurt. Everyone else's feelings weren't exactly on his radar.

Nick and Jeff looked up at him when he approached. Jeff's expression was questionable, wondering if Kurt was okay as the teen started to slowly walk up behind Blaine.

“Everything alright?” Nick was the one to ask it. Blaine put his hands in his pockets and nodded, but Kurt didn't say anything when he finally caught up with the rest of them.

“Let's just keep walking,” Blaine replied.

Nick nodded, and Jeff observed the two of them before pulling Nick away, the two hand-in-hand. Blaine was quiet, waiting for them to get a few feet ahead again before he continued to walk. Kurt quietly walked beside him.

The night was cool, the weather comfortable. Not another soul was outside, and that wasn't really surprising for an early Friday morning in November. Had this been the summer time, the neighborhood would probably still be alive, despite what time it was. Blaine was happy that wasn't the case.

Kurt looked down at the asphalt as they walked down the empty road, eventually glancing up at the houses along the way. He felt Blaine move closer into his side and brush the back of their hands together, but didn't respond.

“Baby…” Blaine whispered.

No response.

He tried to link his fingers with Kurt's, not at all surprised when his ex pulled his hand away and crossed his arms once more. Blaine looked at him as they made another left onto the block behind their own.

“Are you mad at me?” Blaine asked him.

Kurt smiled as he shook his head no. Blaine could only define that smile as dry, and that was never a good thing.  

“I'm not mad at all.”

Yeah. Sure sounded like it.

Blaine moved closer again, sliding his hand around Kurt's waist. His friends had taken to walking further up ahead, laughing at whatever they were talking about, and still being ridiculously cute. Kurt didn't fight Blaine's hand around his waist, and Blaine put both on his hips to stop him from walking.

“Look at me.”

Kurt remained facing front, and he was doing that cute little thing he did—that thing when he had an attitude where he pretended to be upset and to not want to look at Blaine—but Blaine knew better.

“Please?”

With a huff, Kurt turned around. Blaine hid his smirk and remained serious, meeting blue eyes with his own and nodding his gratitude.

“Thank you. I want to be honest with you, but I don't want my honesty to make you look at me differently.” He took a deep breath. “You understand?”

Kurt looked at him for a moment before nodding.

Blaine licked his lips and continued; returning his hands to Kurt's side. “Let me ask you something.”

Kurt nodded obviously. “Ask away, Blaine.”

After another awkward pause, Blaine licked his lips. Nick and Jeff stopped walking again and were waiting for them a bit down the block. “Alright. If I were to not go to Recon and instead stayed here with you, how mad would you be?”

The response he got was pretty much the one he expected. Kurt looked at him like he was absolutely crazy, but Blaine didn't back down from what he asked at all.

“Well after all the work and stress we went through for this, I'd probably kick your ass.”

Blaine smiled.

“Can I ask why you'd want to do that?” Kurt questioned, and the tone of his voice got a little higher on the end.

Blaine tilted his head a bit as he wondered how to answer the question honestly without upsetting Kurt. The stress was the exact reason why he didn't care about the Recon Tour any more. Competing used to be his life. Now, he had idiots threatening him and degrading his relationship. He didn't want Kurt in harm's way, he just wanted them to be them.

With a sigh, he finally replied, “I'm all about my music nowadays. That's what I'm doing at Pace, and that's what I'll end up doing when we move to New York anyway—”

“You're full of crap, Blaine Anderson.”

“There are many reasons I'm not crazy about flying across the country in another hour, Kurt. The biggest reason is, what if I don't get back to you in time for your recital tonight—”

“You will.”

Blaine glared at him. “What if I don't? If something happens and I'm not able to? If I go there and choke and I've wasted my time and the energy of everyone who is crazy enough to believe in me, then what?”

Kurt shook his head as Blaine's hands dropped from his side and moved into the pockets of the track pants he wore. “Are you afraid that's what will happen, Blaine? Do you think you're going to choke?”

Silence.

Kurt sighed. “You won't lose and I won't let you feel insecure about this, Blaine.” He moved his hand to Blaine's cheek and forced the boy to look back at him as he continued. “Not only are you incredible, but you are one of the hardest working people I've ever met. Every victory you have, you have earned, and that's not going to be any different when you arrive in Ohio today. Are we clear?”

Blaine began rubbing the nape of his neck, and Kurt observed his expression. He could tell what was going through his mind right now, and it was the last thing he wanted Blaine to be thinking.

“Regardless of what happens, you know that I love you, B. But you aren't only doing this Recon Tour for another trophy. There's so much more riding on this…”

Blaine scoffed. “I don't care about being a representative of other gay dudes, Kurt.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and looked away. The silence between them stretched longer and Blaine stood there watching his ex run his fingers through his tall, brown locks. He stood still, knowing that in a few minutes, his uncle would tell them they had to go. He didn't want to leave Cali on a sour note.

“Kurt?”

He was now playing at the strings of his pajama pants. “Yes, Blaine?”

“I don't mean for it to sound like that,” Blaine said. “You know that, right? It's just that… I love you, too. And everything I do is for us. I didn't come out for anyone else but for the two of us.”

Kurt looked at him and shook his head. “I understand how you feel about your coming out… process. You're too stubborn to see how much of a hero you actually are in all of this. It's not surprising.”

Blaine shrugged. “I don't want to be a hero. I only want you.”

Kurt nodded. “You have me.”

“As a friend,” Blaine added. Their eyes remained on one another.

Kurt sighed once more. “I know it sucks that we can't be as …affectionate… as we usually are, but are you going to complain about us being friends every time we're alone together?”

His ex-boyfriend laughed at that, albeit forcibly, and rubbed tiredly at his eyes. To Blaine, their friendship was pointless in this breakup. The two of them had their issues, sure, but what couple didn't? “You know how I feel about us.”

“Same here…”

“And if we're friends, that means some guy can brush up on you at any given movement, and what're you going to say? Oh, I can't date right now. I'm in a friendship with a great guy. That sounds dumb.”

Kurt smiled. “It's super late and I don't understand this conversation.” He moved in closer, arms over his chest again. “Did you come over here to argue about us not being together or…?”

Blaine took a deep breath. “I just. Whatever.  I just know that I'm not as excited about this competition as I have been about others because it doesn't seem fun to me. That's all.”

Kurt nodded, staring into his hazel eyes. “Because we're not together or because you genuinely don't want to compete? Because even though we aren't technically ‘together', we're basically together. I just don't want us to get distracted with how good it feels when we're fucking and instead focus on how good it feels when we are friends.”

“Alright,” Blaine answered shortly.

Kurt stared at him.

“I know there's a lot more riding on this competition, Kurt. I don't want to let anyone down. I don't want to feel responsible for letting down a community of people. I don't want to get shit from people because I don't promise to not lash back.”

Kurt took a deep breath, nodding his understanding. “You're amazing. Win or lose, you're still going to be a hero to a lot of boys and girls just like me, if you don't give up. This may not mean much to you, but if I was able to see a guy like you when I was living in Ohio—representation…a guy as confident and proud as you are, who wasn't ashamed of who he was or what people thought of who he loved, then I think it would be a lot easier for me to push forward.”

Blaine listened.

“You don't have to take responsibility for anything, Blaine. But since you came out, there are kids… hell, even grown-ups watching you. They see someone who is proud, and who is living his life like it's no one else's business. Because it isn't. And you're giving them the courage to be who they are as well. You're a hero.”

Blaine tensed at the word. “I'm not interested in being anyone's hero. I'm interested in the two of us.”

Kurt smiled. Some things would never change. “Ohio Kurt Hummel needed to see a guy like you, even if he didn't give a crap about sports. He needed to know that things would get better, and so did the people that treated him like crap, Blaine. He needed to have hope that he could be in the public eye, too, and he could be out and proud with a guy he loves.”

Blaine nodded.

“Hope is huge for guys and girls like me, Blaine. Not everyone is lucky to be as confident as you are. People need to see you.”

“Okay. I know.” Blaine looked up at him and smiled. “I'm sorry. I'm being as selfish as usual.”

Kurt took his hand and held it tightly in his own. He pulled him forward a bit and Blaine smiled; the two of them beginning to walk again. “You're beautiful, dummy. And you're going to do fine, no matter who you're competing for.” Kurt turned to kiss him on the cheek, smiling a little when Blaine blushed; their fingers laced tightly. “Besides, if you don't qualify, I'm not letting those beautiful lips of yours anywhere near my cock or my ass for the next three months.”

Blaine rolled his eyes at that, looking over at his ex. “You don't even believe that, Kurt. There's no way you could go more than 10 days without wanting my mouth on you.”

“I bet I could.”

“You couldn't,” Blaine said confidently. “You want my lips on you right now. That's why you decided to come out here with us instead of going back to sleep.”

Kurt laughed. “Or, I came out here because I wanted to see you.”

“You were hoping I'd kiss you.”

Kurt laughed again. They caught up to Nick and Jeff who were eyeing them suspiciously—the latter wiggling his eyebrows at Blaine. Blaine ignored him and looked over at Nick.

“You're a terrible boyfriend. You should be telling him to get some rest.”

Nick shrugged, looking over at Jeff. “He's his own man, Anderson. Besides, I'll put him to sleep when we get back to his place. Isn't that right, honey?”

Kurt grimaced. Disgusting couples are cheesy and disgusting.

Jeff smiled with a wink. “I'll think about it.”

Blaine's phone vibrated and he reached for it with his free hand.

“That's probably Don,” he said, nodding confirmation when he read the message.

From: Unc

We're ready. Let's go, kid.

“You're leaving me now?” Kurt pouted. Nick pouted too.

“I told you I didn't exactly have to leave. You're the one who wants me to,” Blaine said, pocketing the phone.

“Why wouldn't you leave?” Jeff asked suspiciously. “You better not be chickening out.”

“He isn't,” Kurt told them. He watched Nick walk to someone's yard and enter. Jeff turned and followed him. “Um… what're you doing?”

“Your house is behind this one,” Blaine said, pulling Kurt forward. “Instead of going around the block, we can just hop the fence.”

“And if there's a dog?”

“Have you ever heard a dog barking from this yard?” Jeff questioned, sneaking around the side of the house. There wasn't a light, but there was a huge NO TRESPASSING sign on the front of the gate that Kurt didn't fail to see. “We're just going to hop the fence, easy. Unless you're afraid. Then I'll walk you the long, respectable way, Ohio.”

“This just reminds me of when you guys broke into my house, that's all,” Kurt said, shaking his head. He quietly followed behind Blaine whose hand was still in his, thank goodness.

“They've got a nice pool,” Nick commented when he reached the backyard. “Sweet.”

Blaine considered pushing one of them into it, but decided not to. He went straight over to the fence and looked back at Kurt. “Need any help or are you good?”

Kurt glared at Blaine and shook his head, not believing he let them talk him into things like this, but after Blaine got the point, he started to climb the wooden fence in his adorable fuzzy slippers. Blaine smiled, putting his hand on an ass cheek to help boost him over.

“That wasn't necessary.”

“But you liked it.”

Kurt rolled his eyes after jumping down. They ended up in the yard of his next door neighbor's—not Don, but the one on the opposite side. Kurt fixed his clothes and looked at Blaine after he jumped down. “I can run and grab your jacket really quickly, okay?”

Blaine nodded, following behind him though. “I'll walk you to the door.”

“I'm a big boy, sweetie.”

Blaine followed him anyway.

Jeff and Nick eventually got over the fence after their make-out session was done in the other yard. Nick smiled to himself; hands in the pockets of his shorts as they maneuvered out of this yard as well. “You're seriously going to sleep when we get back.”

Jeff nodded. “I am. I am.”

Kurt saw Cooper's car was on when he came out of his neighbor's yard. He looked back at Blaine and smiled. “I hope you know you're going to be fantastic.”

Blaine shrugged, walking beside him. “I'll do my best, babe.”

Kurt smiled. “I'll be right back.”

Nick and Jeff walked out, standing next to Blaine as the teen watched Kurt disappear into his home. They leant back against a gate and smiled.

“So are you two back together or still in denial?”

Blaine looked at Jeff with a smile, rolling his eyes at his friend's kiss-swollen lips. “We're still in denial, I guess. Still in love and still in denial. I think I'll survive.”

Nick nodded. “We'll try and watch the livestream in school. You better kill it, man. We're all rooting for you, you know that.”

“Those guys are older and have more experience, but you're so much better than all of them. I'm talking heart and skill,” Jeff told him. Blaine smiled back as his friend continued. “Cali has your back.”

“I appreciate you guys,” Blaine said. Cooper honked the horn and they all looked over. “Kurt kinda helped me get my head out of my ass. I'm going to do the best I can.”

Nick smiled, looking up at the house as Kurt's bedroom light turned on. “He's good for helping you get your head out of your ass. Good thing we came over here, then.”

Blaine nodded. He started to pace back and forth a bit. Jeff finally yawned, and Nick smirked.

“I saw that.”

The door opened to Kurt's home and he came out; the BMX jacket he made thrown over his shoulders. He hurriedly made his way over to them outside his yard and smiled.

“My dad's up.”

Blaine winced. “Uh-oh.”

Nick and Jeff waved goodbye immediately, patting Blaine on his back and kissing his cheek respectively before going to get into their car. Of course they'd split when Kurt was in danger of getting in trouble before they, too, could get in trouble. Add that to the fact that Kurt was only awake because of them and you could see how big of idiots they were.

Blaine smiled and shook his head, looking back at Kurt. “I'm sorry.”

Kurt shrugged, removing the jacket. “I actually only said that so they could leave us alone.”

The boys pulled off and Blaine laughed, stepping forward. “Nice.”

“This is for you,” Kurt said. “It's all done, and if you don't want to wear it, I'd understand. But I hope you do.”

Blaine accepted the BMX jacket from him and smiled as he looked at the great detail Kurt put into making it. Purple and black. His name stitched across with the other patches surrounding it. He smiled and shook his head, not knowing anyone else willing to do something this awesome.

“I hate this so much.”

Kurt smiled. “Asshole. Its fine, though. I only slaved day and night over it—”

“Not the jacket,” Blaine said. He looked up at Kurt as he held it, feeling the fabric between his fingers. “I hate that I can't kiss you right now.”

Kurt's smile slowly fell from his lips as they maintained eye contact.

“Because this is seriously one of the best gifts I've ever gotten… and for you to put the time and effort into doing this means so much to me, Kurt. I'm really grateful.”

Another beep from the car. Kurt turned away from Blaine's lips and looked at Cooper who was now getting out of his BMW. Someone had great success in Hollywood recently and he was spending money as if he was George Clooney.

“Wrap it up, love birds. We do have a flight to catch.”

Blaine nodded to him before holding out both arms. He smiled at Kurt, tipped his head to the side, and wiggled his eyebrows. “Give me a good luck hug, at least.”

Kurt didn't even bother fighting him on it, or replying with a sarcastic quip like he normally would. Instead, he moved forward, right into Blaine's strong arms, and inhaled sharply as the boy wrapped him up tightly.

Blaine smiled. Though he really, reallyreallyreallyreally wanted to kiss Kurt right now, right on those soft, pink lips of his, he enjoyed the feeling of the boy relaxed in his arms. Maybe he wasn't crazy about getting on the flight to the east, but he did want to make sure Kurt was proud of him. He needed Kurt to be proud of him.

“I love you, Blaine Anderson.”

Blaine smiled. “I love you, too, Chris Pratt. Ouch—” Kurt pinched him on the ribs and Blaine laughed. “Kurt. Ouch. I love you too, Kurt Hummel.”

Kurt pulled back with a smile. “If you qualify for the semifinals, you'll enjoy your present quite a bit.”

Blaine licked his lips out of habit. “Is that so?”

Kurt smirked, looking him up and down as he took a couple steps back towards his home. “If you lose, you better get acquainted with that right hand of yours.”

Blaine smiled. “I'm not losing.”

“I know you aren't.” Kurt gave a small wave before backing up again. “And I can't wait to celebrate.”

Cooper cleared his throat and Blaine winced, not really wanting to leave. His uncle stuck his head out the passenger side window and told him to hurry it up.

“Now, Blaine.”

“Text me when you land, please?” Kurt asked. When Blaine nodded, he smiled and turned his attention to Cooper and Don.

“Goodnight, guys. Safe travels.”

“Go to bed,” Don said with a smile. Kurt laughed and waved goodbye to Blaine again. Blaine returned the wave and watched the boy disappear inside before finally climbing into his older brother's car.

“Should we ask what that was all about?” Cooper questioned, starting the car up and reaching for his seatbelt.

Blaine shook his head no. “Just promise me we'll be back in Cali in time to see him perform tonight and we can talk about whatever you guys want to talk about.”

Don sighed and glanced back at his nephew. “We'll do our best.”

-x-

Cooper wasn't used to this subdued, unenthusiastic version of his younger brother. It was true that after their father's death, Blaine became reserved and ‘cared' less, but it had never gotten quite this bad.

They were about half an hour into their flight at this point. Uncle Don had fallen asleep practically after sitting down in the row behind theirs. Cooper thought it would be a great opportunity for them to talk a bit, but as per usual, Blaine shut him down quickly, turning the TV on right away.

His brother wasn't a fan of discussing his breakup with Kurt. Cooper couldn't really blame him. He knew Blaine wasn't really a fan of discussing anything one could peg as emotional—it was the ‘man' in him that felt he needed to keep feelings tucked away. But Kurt and Blaine—they were like best friends, and soulmates— all that jazz, and it wasn't hard to see that them being apart sucked for his little brother. But keeping that pent up wasn't exactly going to help either, especially not when he had a competition to participate in just about over an hour from now.

Cooper considered easing the conversation out of him with small talk at first, but at this point, Blaine had his huge headphones on and was staring at the TV screen in front of him. It looked like a sucky movie was playing, so it wouldn't hurt for him to miss a few minutes of it—

“I can feel you staring at me, CJ.”

Cooper was thrown for a moment, clearly not expecting Blaine to say anything. He cleared his throat and straightened up in the surprisingly comfortable airline chair.

“I was only thinking.”

“Uh-oh.”

“Shut up.”

“If you're worried about me, I'm fine.” Blaine removed the headphones so that he could properly turn and look at Cooper. “I want to get all of this over as quickly as possible and go back to Long Beach. That's all there is to it.”

Cooper nodded at the statement, holding on to the eye contact from Blaine a little while longer. He seemed genuine enough. “Uh huh. So you and Kurt—you're okay now?”

Blaine's expression was flat, but eventually a smirk covered his lips. He shrugged, and before he answered, his head hit the seat rest. “We're not back together, if that's what you mean.”

Cooper nodded. “Oh. That is what I meant.”

Blaine was quiet.

“I'm sorry, Squirt.”

“It's fine, really. He's a man with a mission, and he's stubborn, so I don't think we'll be back together until he can prove whatever it is that he wants to prove.”

“Which is?” Cooper asked.

Blaine looked at him. “That there's more to us that… just what we do in bed. That we can successfully communicate and be each other's friend without having to undress each other first. Something along those lines.”

Cooper's reaction was unreadable at first. It was a pretty blank expression, but after a moment he nodded his understanding. Blaine was pleased that a ‘TMI' didn't leave his lips. After all, he did ask, so he got an honest answer.

“I think that's an important thing for you two to work out. It is trust that strengthens a relationship in the long run, not how good your sex life is, Squirt. Chances are you could have good sex with anyone but you can't spend forever with anyone. I'm assuming it's forever you want with Kurt.”

“You'd be assuming right,” Blaine said. He turned forward and stared at the small TV screen. “And the sex isn't just good with him. That's why I'm not so much a fan of this little hiatus we're taking.”

Cooper smirked. “I'll let you in on a little something.”

Blaine glanced at him; eyebrows scrunched a little.

“Kurt is a guy just like we are. He wants it, too.”

That was probably true. Kurt wasn't as vocal as Blaine was about sex, but he did start a lot of their sessions himself. And god, while they were going at it, he really got into it. Blaine was blessed. But even if Kurt wanted it, he was really good at hiding it.

“He just wants you two to be okay that much more.”

“I want that, too,” Blaine said.

“Then you should show him.” Cooper opened his bag of pretzels before continuing. “I've never been much of the boyfriend type, and I don't claim to be a romance expert, but I'm really trying now because Jasmine is worth it. She always was.”

Blaine nodded. His brother had grown up a lot over the course of his new relationship, it seemed.

“And I want to see you and your boy work it out. I know you do, too.”

“Of course I do.”

“Then show him,” Cooper said, a small smile on his lips. “I'm pretty sure if he sees that you can spend time with him and just be together and enjoy yourself without trying to get in his pants, he'll see that you're taking this little time apart seriously. I think it's a good thing for the both of you.”

Blaine nodded. What his brother was saying did have some truth to it. All he had to do was stop fighting Kurt on their whole time-apart thing and just show him that he was willing to prove they were more than just another hormonal teen relationship. Maybe he'd take him out somewhere after the recital tonight. Just as friends.

Cooper patted him on the shoulder before eating a couple pretzels. “You'll be fine, Squirt. Try and get some rest so you can kick ass later.”

Blaine dug his hand into the bag to take some of the pretzels and nodded, facing forward again. He seriously needed to kick ass at this preliminary competition. His competitors were all assholes and whether Blaine wanted to admit it or not, there were a lot of people relying on him.

-x-

Kurt hadn't really gotten much sleep after the guys left, at least not until about 4:30 in the morning. His mind was racing with everything from the conversation he had with his ex, to hoping Blaine was okay mentally with the competition. It concerned Kurt that Blaine was having second thoughts about competing, and it concerned him that Blaine had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

His alarm went off at a quarter to 7. Kurt rolled over to turn it off. Instead of thinking about what a big day today was and how it could have a serious impact on the rest of his life, he decided to get 15 more minutes. His father would barge into his room and wake him up at the right time, and Burt Hummel worked a lot better than any alarm clock.

As Kurt stretched, he took a deep breath and wondered how Blaine was doing. Their flight was still in the air at this point, not landing until around 11:45 eastern time. That meant that Blaine had a couple more hours to freak out before he was actually in Ohio, and Kurt suspected that was exactly what he was doing. Hopefully Cooper or Don would keep him relaxed. He'd do as amazing as he always did.

It felt like Kurt had been sleeping for much too long when he woke up again, tossing over in his bed. And it was because he had been sleeping for much too long.

He shot up out of bed and realized that his alarm clock said 9:17 AM. How was that even possible? It felt like he'd just went back to sleep, and more importantly, his father hadn't once busted into the room to yell at him to get ready.

Kurt reached for his phone. Messages from Justin and a couple from Dani. There was also a ‘we're here' from Blaine, meaning he had landed safely.

He pulled on a shirt that was a size too big and walked out of his bedroom. The sound of the living room TV could be heard from the second floor. Kurt used the bathroom and then went downstairs to see what was going on. His father was on the couch with ESPN's extreme sports network on the widescreen, still wearing his sleeping clothes, and a huge bowl of cereal resting on his belly.

“Dad—?”

“He hasn't come on yet,” Burt said, taking a huge bite out of what looked to be cornflakes. “I don't even think he's arrived yet. They've been interviewing these little douchebags all morning before they go on.” He turned to look at Kurt, trying not to smile at how disoriented he looked. His hair was awry and he was wearing that large Ohio State t-shirt he sometimes slept in. “Didn't you say he would be one of the first ones to go up?”

Kurt wanted to ask so many questions, like for one, why hadn't his father woken him up for school, and secondly, why didn't he go to work, but whole Blaine isn't there yet distracted him. “What do you mean you don't think he's there yet?”

The broadcast went to a commercial. Burt finished chewing and put the bowl down. “Don called and said they were stuck in traffic and that Blaine was having a mini-meltdown about whether or not he'd be able to make it in time and still get their flight.”

Kurt shook his head. “He's really going to go crazy if he doesn't make it, but I told him it's fine.”

“Come sit down and watch.”

“You are aware that today is a school-day, correct?” Kurt asked, walking over to the sofa anyway. “Like… a pretty important school day.”

Burt took a sip from his mug and shook his head. “There's nothing big going on at school today. It's just another Friday. You have a big night. A dance recital, kiddo. Take it easy. You can at least watch your boyfriend do what he does best.”

Kurt took a seat not too far from his father, but was otherwise quiet. He had no problem staying home if it meant he got to see Blaine's performance.

“Or ex-boyfriend. Whatever you two call yourselves.”

His eyes closed. Of course his father knew. And he'd probably want to talk about it.

He opened his eyes as the Recon Tour broadcast came back on. A sportscaster stood there, discussing the rankings so far and saying who would be up next. It was Todd Kingston, apparently. He had won the year before, Kurt remembered Blaine telling him.

“You're quiet,” Burt said.

Kurt watched his father reach for his breakfast and shrugged a bit. “There's not much to say. We aren't together right now but we're still close. Always will be.”

Burt hummed, taking another bite.

“We're here with Todd Kingston,” the sportscaster said. “He's our reigning champion who promises something phenomenal this competition. Todd,” the man turned to face the guy. Kurt stared at him. Right away, he didn't like the smirk on his face.

“How are you?” Todd answered, looking around the stadium and then back to the man.

“Excellent. We've gotta ask—there's been a bit of a back and forth between you and some of the other competitors. Your good friend Craig, of course, is currently in first place and he dedicated that run to you in a very arrogant manner…”

Todd laughed, rubbing at the scruff on his chin and pulling his beanie down tighter over his head. “I hope he enjoys his short stay at the top of the leaderboard,” he said.

The sportscaster laughed harder than he needed to, Kurt felt. He pulled his cell phone out of the pockets of his pajama pants and looked down at the screen.

Nothing from Blaine.

He sighed, starting his own message.

To: Blaine

I heard you were freaking out about making it back and I just want you to relax. Freaking out and riding a bike down a huge slope doesn't mix well.

“Well there is another competitor that I wanted to discuss with you and that's a newcomer to the Recon Tour—Blaine Anderson.”

Kurt looked up at the screen in time to see Todd laugh and look away. He could hear his father put the bowl down again.

“This guy looks like a jackass,” Burt said.

Precisely.

“I don't have much to say about Blaine Anderson,” Todd said. “I mean, congrats to his fans for getting him here, I guess. I don't think he's ready but—”

“Weren't you one of the guys that said he faked his relationship with his boyfriend to get publicity?”

Todd laughed, biting down on his lip. “I say a lot of things to get people worked up, you know how I am.”

Burt looked at his son. “What's this guy's deal?”

“He's an idiot,” Kurt said simply. “It's guys like him that are part of the problem between me and Blaine.”

Todd continued on screen after further prompting from the man interviewing him. “To be honest, I don't care much about Blaine Anderson's love life,” he said. “All that I know is he'd be lucky to even make it through to the next round because he's playing with actual seasoned veterans now, not those kids in California. I respect his uncle a lot, but I don't think he's ready for this gig. I'm about to show him now.”

From: Blaine

Pay attention in class.

Kurt read the message.

“Well, there you have it folks. Our returning champion is about to show us what he's made of right here in Columbus Ohio at the Recon Tour.”

The crowd cheered as Todd walked over to the vert. Kurt didn't want to wish ill towards anyone, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he really wanted this guy to fall and break a couple appendages.

“So are you going to tell me what's going on between the two of you or leave me in the dark even more?”

Kurt ignored his father to answer the message. He didn't need a talking to from Burt. He and Blaine were going to work through this for sure.

To: Blaine

I'm actually at home right now. Dad wanted me to stay since I have a big night and we're watching Recon. And since when do you want me to pay attention in school instead of talking to you?

To: Blaine

Also, Todd Fuckboy Kingston is about to go on.

There was more mindless sports talk on TV as Todd put his helmet on and got ready.

From: Blaine

So you're watching with your old man right now? Jeez. No Pressure :P

We just got to the game site and they r telling me since I was late I have to wait 5 more people to go on. Then there's promo to be done here in Ohio before coming back and if im late…

From: Blaine

& I always want you to pay attention. IDK what you're talking about

Kurt shook his head. He could tell Blaine was working himself up over nothing. And as bad as he wanted him to be there…

To: Blaine

If you're late, just know that it will be recorded and we can watch it together. And there will be other performances. Because I'm a star. And I'm going to be on Broadway. And you'll be there. :D

From: Blaine

I'm not trying to hear that, Kurt. You know it. I'm going to sign autographs in the meantime okay? I'll ttyl

Kurt replied and then looked up at the screen. He felt that he was more nervous than Blaine might've been, and that was saying a lot. His father told him to stop chewing on his nails and he dropped his hand to his lap, watching as Todd Kingston finally descended on the ramp. He did a few tricks, landing them perfectly, but it honestly wasn't anything that wowed Kurt or his father, really.

-x-

Blaine and Cooper looked up at the score board after Todd's run. Blaine had been trying to keep his distance—he knew if he went anyone near Todd or his friends, he'd end up trying to hit them and getting disqualified. He also knew that Cooper would do the same and his actor brother didn't need to be in the headlines either.

But Todd's run was decent, at best. He was good, though, and most likely keeping all of his best stuff for the semis and finals. Blaine didn't care. His priority was qualifying, and next week he'd worry about everything else.

He watched as the next guy got ready to go up and looked at the time. It seemed like all of this was taking an eternity.

People were shouting “Blaine Anderson” from behind him. He loosened the gloves around his hands and told Cooper he'd be right back, returning to the crowd to sign a few more autographs. The cameraman came over and focused on him as he posed for a couple selfies.

“Are you really dating a boy?” someone in the stands shouted. Blaine rolled his eyes but eventually nodded.

“Chances are I'm going to marry that boy so you better get used to it.”

“Well if you don't, I will. He's hot, dude.”

Blaine glared at the guy. “Back off.”

Cooper chuckled and looked back to the competition. Leave it to his brother to get defensive over a relationship that wasn't actually a thing anymore. He scratched at his jaw as he watched the next person go up. This was all starting to get repetitive. He could probably compete in this if he really wanted to, but he was a little tired from the flight.

His uncle was still trying to get Blaine bumped up a little in the line-up. He missed his opportunity to go on like Kurt negotiated because they were stuck in traffic, and his brother had an attitude, but since then he'd calmed down. Now he was finding ways to distract himself, like with the fans. It worked.

Don walked over and clapped his nephew on the shoulder. “Where's Blaine? They want to interview him now so he can go up next.”

Cooper let go a breath of relief and gestured over to him. “I'll go get him.”

From: Kurt

Just so you know, that whole ‘I'm going to marry that boy' spiel was on TV.

Blaine posed for one last photo before checking his phone and smirked, shaking his head.

To: Kurt

Don't get excited. I wasn't even talking about you.

From: Kurt

Mhmm. Keep telling yourself that.

“Let's go, Squirt. You're up next.”

There were a lot of good luck chants and he smiled, saluted the crowd of fans, and walked off behind his older brother.

“Are you ready?”

“I've been trying to get this over with all morning,” Blaine answered quickly. He accepted his helmet from his uncle and walked over to Alex Brady, the ESPN sportscaster. Together, they watched the end of the run of whoever it was on the vert and Blaine rolled his eyes.

He wasn't sure why these guys were so full of themselves. He was 17 and he knew he was already as good as them. He'd only get better.

Alex Brady pushed in his earpiece as he communicated with whomever. The crowd cheered loudly as he and Blaine showed up on the big screen, and Blaine wondered if the shock he felt was showing up on his face right now. He was virtually a no one in the world of Recon—a newcomer from California who had just come out as dating another guy. There was no way this huge stadium was showing him this much love…

But it seemed that they were.

He moved in closer to Brady to try and hear what the man was saying, catching the tail end of it.

“…to you, and to Long Beach California. I'm sure being in this competition has been really exciting for you.”

Blaine smirked as the microphone was now held to his lips. “Well, I'm happy to be here representing the good people of Long Beach. The road to Recon has been an… interesting journey, but I'm happy I could be experiencing this.” He waved at the crowd when a Blaine chant was started.

“When you say ‘interesting', can you elaborate?”

Blaine nodded. “I'm not used to my personal life being dragged into what I do professionally. I came out recently because I was proud of my relationship, not because I wanted my relationship dissected by thousands of people. But it's out there and I don't regret it.”

Alex Brady nodded. “Well congrats on coming out!”

Blaine nodded in return. “Thank you.”

“I wanted to ask you about how it feels being in the big time,” Alex Brady continued. “This is your first national competition and you're up against some of the big names in this sport in the country. How've you been preparing?”

“Nothing has changed,” Blaine said. “I'm still putting the work in just like always. This has been tougher on me mentally, I think. But physically I'm ready to go.”

The man nodded. “Well you're up now, Anderson. Best of luck to you.”

“Thank you. This one's for Melody,” Blaine said, walking off and putting on his helmet. Cooper fixed the scarf around his neck and went to stand with the other coaches.

-x-

It had been 3 hours since Blaine went on. Kurt hadn't heard anything from him after watching his performance. He wasn't concerned or anything; he and his father were still watching the preliminary competition and Blaine was in the top 10. They said that the top 24 would be pushed through to the next round.

What concerned him was the fact that it was almost 1 in Cali. He had six hours before the recital began, and Blaine's flight back would be close to five hours. If he wasn't at the airport now, he was most likely screwed on getting back in time.

Cooper wasn't answering. Don wasn't either. Their phones may've been dead, or Blaine was in an interview. Kurt wanted to stop worrying about whatever was going on and actually focus on what he was supposed to be getting done that day, but, it was hard not thinking about his ex-boyfriend every other moment.

“I'm sure he's fine,” Burt told him. “You're a worrier like your mother.”

Kurt stood up, apparently having had enough of Recon without Blaine's face being on it anymore. “I'm going to shower and get ready. I think Nick and Jeff will be over here soon so, just shout if you need to.”

Burt nodded. “Where are you going?”

“Pre-gaming. Food. Look at boys. You know how it is.”

Burt rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Sure.”

Kurt felt his phone vibrate as he went up the stairs.

From: Blaine

Hey friend

Kurt wondered if Blaine could hear what he just said to his father as he replied to the message.

To: Blaine

Don't ‘hey friend' me, young man. I've been worried about you

To: Blaine

What's up? No one has been answering their phone

His dance recital outfit had already been packed away in his duffel bag. Kurt was surprisingly calm about all of that. He knew the stage freight would probably haunt him closer to the time to suit up, but now he wasn't sweating it.

What he did know was New York City and his future kind of depended on what would happen tonight. If he wanted a chance to get into NYADA, he'd have to impress tonight.

He intended to impress without Liam's help.

From: Blaine   

I'm sorry. We were in the radio station and they kept pushing me back. Todd's interview went on forever. I got kinda vocal about it 2 so now my uncle is pissed.

From: Blaine

IDC about his feelings right now. We're on our way to the airport, stuck in traffic once again. Justin drove up and he's giving us a lift. What are you doing, though?  

From: Blaine

Thinking about me, huh?

Kurt reached for a towel and grabbed his phone, smiling when he read the message.

To: Blaine

I could use a nice long hug right about now. Guess I have to wait for Jeff to come over :/

And when you say you got vocal… please don't say you yelled at anyone at the radio station lol. You are the youngest one there. Don't throw hissy fits.

From: Blaine

I give better hugs than he does. All he's going to do is try and grab ass and you know it. And there was no yelling, but I did make myself clear on how it's supposed to go. They tell me something and I expect that to happen. I got there on time. I wanted to be in and out.

Kurt shook his head, but he wasn't surprised. He knew the boy well, and Blaine was never one to hold his tongue. Donald probably had a fun time dealing with that.

From: Liam

Kurt! Hey. I know that you borderline hate me, but I'm meeting up with Madame Tibideaux before the recital. She's from NYADA, I'm sure you're aware. I told her you'd meet us for a bite to eat if you're interested. If not, that's fine too.

Kurt saw the name and didn't even want to read the message, but he skimmed through it anyway.

Then he read it again.

Why couldn't this message come from anyone who wasn't Liam? He'd love the chance to get to sit down and talk with Madame Tibideaux. Are you kidding? But his TA wasn't the type to spend time with. After all, he'd just slapped him at a party not that long ago.

To: Blaine

I understand. Just hurry up and get back. You're still in the top 10, you know. Looks like we're taking another trip to Columbus next weekend.

He decided to answer Liam after his shower. He'd consider whether or not that was a good idea in the shower. On the one hand, he could ignore the guy and focus on making a good impression on Madame Tibideaux beforehand. But then there was the thought that Liam would try and do something he shouldn't.

Kurt wasn't sure what to do.

From: Blaine

Yeah.

From: Blaine

Send me a naked pic.

Kurt rolled his eyes.

To: Blaine

I'm too busy getting ready to go touch myself in the shower. Sorry.

But I've got a question.

He could hear the doorbell ring. That was most likely Niff and Jeff. His dad would keep them company.

From: Blaine

Screw you. Ask away.

Kurt leant against the dresser as he thought about the best way to phrase this. His ex would be upset no matter how he said it, so he didn't know why he bothered. But still, he asked anyway.

To: Blaine

If I said I was going to have lunch with someone from NYADA and that Liam would be present, would you hate me?

As expected, there was a stall before a response. Kurt stared at the screen, biting his lip. He saw the ‘…' meaning Blaine was typing.

He kept typing.

He typed some more.

From: Liam

At least answer, even if it's a no.

Kurt ignored him.

From: Blaine

I mean… my first response was I'd hate that. I wouldn't hate you. But I don't trust Liam. Like… imagine if I said I was going to hang out with Farrah or someone. Or an ex, you know what I mean? Imagine how you'd feel. That's how I feel thinking about you spending time with him. He obviously wants to fuck you Kurt and I'm not alright with that. But when it comes to someone like Jose who I know actually respects our relationship… at least the relationship we had, I've learned how to back off. But on the other hand, if you're having lunch with someone from NYADA that's cool.

Kurt read it as he walked towards the bathroom. He could hear Nick and Jeff arguing with his father when he went into the hallway. It sounded like it was about football and he wanted no part of it.

To: Blaine

You trust that I wouldn't be going to socialize with Liam, right? I'd just go to meet up with the lady. You would have squat to worry about.

From: Blaine

I trust you. It's him.

To: Blaine

As long as you trust me, then. Right?

From: Blaine

I guess. We're like 10 minutes from the airport and my phone is on 2% so the next time you see me, it'll be at the recital. Fingers crossed

Kurt leant against the doorway, wondering if Blaine's phone was really on 2% or if he just didn't want to talk anymore.

To: Blaine

I love you. Have a safe flight and kiss Justin for me. Like on the lips.

From: Blaine          

I love you more, friend.

P.S. Justin's tongue tastes like green apple.

Kurt laughed, rolling his eyes and walking inside. He started to strip and turn on the water.

To: Blaine

I know.

From: Blaine

Bitch. Lol. Love you, stupid. TTYL

Kurt took a deep breath and went to the other conversation.

To: Liam

Where are we meeting?