9: Fun & Games

Kurt has a boyfriend.

I'm Blaine Anderson.

I am Kurt's boyfriend.

Too much was happening around them. Choirs were huddled together, hands clasped as they awaited results. Others were taking pictures and those who had yet to perform were heading to their greenroom. The atmosphere was boisterous; hectic even. It was entirely too loud for a boy whose world was crashing down around him. And with everything that was going on in the backstage area, all Chandler could hear were the words echoing in his head.

I'm Blaine Anderson.

I am Kurt's boyfriend.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Mercedes looked from the shock on Kurt's face to the pride on Blaine's. He never once looked away from Chandler; eyes a hardened coffee color as they ripped fire through the boy, almost daring him to say something Blaine didn't approve of. There was the slightest smirk on his face but at the same time, a hint of grim that if it didn't scare Chandler, it definitely had Mercedes on edge.

Kurt looked around at all his friends once he came back down to Earth. To be honest, all Kurt could process for a while was tons of anxiety; a lot really, and then Blaine's lips were on his and it was all better. But now, now that he looked around and saw his friends glaring at him with nothing less than confusion, it all started to come back.

Kurt turned back to Nick who looked at him with a shrug, which while apologetic, did nothing to help. Then Kurt looked at Jeff who he could tell was trying not to start crumping in Chandler's face, and then Justin who looked as if he was ready to fight anyone who had a problem with what just happened. That alone was enough to make the Ohio native worry. He heard the stories about Blaine and Justin's stupid fights with the guys from that other town. The last thing he wanted was for them to be stupid and for that to happen here.

But who was to say that everything wouldn't be okay? It would be okay, right?

Maybe it was wishful thinking on Kurt's part.

Ok. It definitely was.

He took a deep breath and faced forward once more, mentally preparing himself to deal with both his and Blaine's actions. There'd be questions and confusion, and probably an angry boyfriend that got entirely too defensive, and then there'd be Kurt stuck in the middle of it all.

Chandler's lonely rose was on the ground by his feet. Everyone was motionless at this point. Mercedes gave him a sympathetic glance that somehow had a mixture of 'I TOLD YOU SO', and he knew she was right. Kurt assumed everyone was dumbstruck because they were still trying to understand what just occurred in front of them, and before they could make up any ridiculous notion in their heads, he went to speak—only Sam Evans beat him to the punch.

"You're dating Blaine Anderson, Kurt? BMX Freestyle Vert champion Blaine Anderson? Dude?"

And with the words, Kurt's mouth dropped open in shock. Everyone looked at Sam with confusion at the outburst, including Blaine whose cocky gaze finally left Chandler. During this moment, Blaine took the opportunity to observe the rest of the group. They were all incredibly different from what he could see, but they all basically looked at him the same way, with the exception of Mercedes. She gave him an encouraging smile, or at least what he assumed to be one, but the others weren't exactly on the same page. Once they turned away from the blonde, their eyes found his once more—many waiting for an explanation for what was going on. Blaine had no problem giving an answer, either.

"Yes, Kurt is dating Blaine Anderson."

It was possible that Blaine's response was intended more for his boyfriend's ex than it was for the blonde guy that posed the question in the first place. Well, of course it was. Blaine couldn't wrap his mind around it. He came here with the understanding that Kurt would see his friends again and they'd catch up… do whatever it was that they did for fun. He didn't plan on Cedric being here and pulling this. Blaine wasn't going for any of it, and to make that clear, he wiped the smug look off his face and had a serious calm when he stepped closer to Cedric.

"He's not accepting your flower." he said clearly, and Chandler was frozen in front of him. "He doesn't want it, and I gave him three dozen of those anyway. Kurt is happy with me, and if you're as good a guy as he's been trying to convince me you are— though I think its absolute bullshit," Chandler looked into his eyes and Blaine continued, "you'll let him be happy."

"Whoa, whoa, back off dude!" Finn stepped forward, pushing past Puck and Quinn and pulling Chandler away. The boy stumbled back as his eyes moved away from Kurt's new boyfriend to Kurt himself. He honestly looked like he was still trying to piece together what was going on. Still. "I don't know who you think you are but you don't speak to our friend like that—"

"Finn!" Kurt tried to move forward but Justin grabbed his arm, pulling him back as well. Kurt felt himself being pushed back by the muscular teen as Justin moved forward, standing side by side with Blaine. He and Finn were matched height for height and eye to eye as Justin made sure his words were understood.

"No, kid. You don't speak to my friend like that."

"Kick his ass." Jeff mumbled.

"Jus—Blaine, please." Kurt shook his head and stepped forward again. Mercedes simply shook her head now—the 'I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO' face even more clear at this point. "Guys, please these are my friends—"

"Okay!" Mr. Schue stepped forward when this 'Blaine' and 'Jus' guy didn't relent, right as Rachel was about to speak. Time to do damage control.

"Hello gentleman! I'm Kurt's old teacher from Ohio," he pulled Finn back though the teen was reluctant to move away from his and Justin's stare down, "And I'm sure this isn't how he would like all of us to meet his new friends."

Kurt nodded hard, thankful that the man was showing his usually questionable leadership skills.

"It's all of fucking LBC Legacy! I just can't…" Sam added. Quinn and Mike turned back with a questioning look but the boy only grinned—his lips practically all over his face.

"So," Will looked from his student who felt the need to interrupt him back to Kurt and company. Jeff smiled at his blonde fan boy and Sam looked as if he'd pass out. "Kurt would you like to introduce y-your friends?" he clapped his hands together and smiled expectantly.

Blaine looked away from Finn when he felt Kurt's hand touching his. The younger teen smiled softly but unsteadily at his old friends and sighed.

"As you all know," he said pointedly, though Blaine ignored him, "this is my boyfriend, Blaine Anderson." Kurt was surprised it didn't come out as shakily as he felt right now. Blaine nodded to the club director before pulling at Justin a bit. "And these are our friends, Justin Palmers," the teen looked from Finn to Kurt, showing no remorse of course, and Kurt rolled his eyes, "Nick Duval, and Jeff Sterling."

Sam squeed a bit and Rachel glared at him.

"Rachel, Tina, Mercedes… you're all familiar with them already since you spoke to them on Skype. I told you it'd only be Blaine, Jeff and I, but it turns out Nick and Justin could come as well—"

"We were not aware that you were dating one of them." Tina said accusatorily. Mercedes only looked away.

If only people listened to her every once in a while, and by people she meant Kurt.

Blaine glared at Tina, about to speak, but Kurt squeezed his hand tightly and spoke himself.

"You're right Tina. I didn't tell you because I wasn't dating him then. But now I am and now I'm telling you."

No one spoke, but Kurt did get a few questionable looks from Tina and Mike. Chandler looked down at his neglected rose and made no effort to speak or move in general.

"Wow," Finn shook his head. "You went from Chandler to this dude?" The tall teen gestured to Blaine with disgust, "a guy that just makes out with you for show and treats you like his own personal property?"

"Says the guy that kissed someone mid performance in front of a thousand people," Nick stated, looking up at Finn, "Take a look in the mirror."

Blaine smirked because of his friend's words. Rachel shot daggers through Nick with the way she looked at him, but he only shook his head and looked to Kurt and Blaine.

"Maybe we should discuss this now," Kurt began when Finn obviously had no response, looking at the New Directions and ignoring the cheering choirs around them, "because I didn't come here with my friends for you all to attackthem. If that's how this is going to end up, we'll leave now, and I'll spend the rest of my time in New York with people who actually support me."

"Your friends are hot." said Brittany. Kurt didn't respond but with a glance in her direction, though Nick, Jeff and Justin grinned like idiots.

"If you want to stay then I'll stay babe," Blaine whispered into his ear. Kurt turned to him and nodded. It had been quite some time since he looked at Blaine with everything going on and he didn't know how much he missed it.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa…. Is that a hickey?" Puck smirked at Blaine's exposed chest from the unzipped hoodie, "Damn, Hummel! California has been nice to you, huh?"

Chandler looked away.

Kurt's eyes went wide as he reached out to zip up his boyfriend's sleeveless sweater. Blaine smirked. He remembered this Mohawk guy from stalking Kurt's Facebook.

"Um," Mr. Schue cleared his throat, "It's nice to meet you all. Kurt, we'd love for you to stay and your friends as well," he cleared his throat at the idea of his once student putting hickeys on anyone. They grew up way too fast for him. "Um, we're all about to go wait for—"

"I had a feeling you hanging around these guys wouldn't turn out well." Rachel didn't sound the least bit pleased and Nick raised an eyebrow at her words. "None of you have anything in common with Kurt."

Blaine smiled and turned away, whispering into his boyfriend's ear again. "We need to go before I say something you don't want me to, baby."

"Listen," Kurt stepped in front of his friends and sighed softly. He felt a little helpless and didn't know exactly what to do with his hands. "This was not how I expected this meeting to go, but you all know that I had to move, and how much I hated the idea of leaving when my life was in Ohio— no matter how difficult it was there." Blaine listened closely, "But I had to go, and I got there, and I met Blaine and his amazing friends, and they've been the best people I could ask for to help with the transition… and it's obvious they care about me." he gestured around and Justin nodded. "If any of you have a problem with that I'm not sorry—"

"I'm cool with it." Puck shrugged. Quinn nodded. Justin looked at her before the next person speaking caught his attention.

"Cool with me, too. You look happy dude." Sam added.

"And as long as you're happy, lady, we're good." Santana stepped forward giving Blaine a once over and the teen watched her, "Because if you're not, my threats aren't empty ones like man boobs, here."

Blaine smiled. "I don't like being threatened sweetheart—"

"I don't think you'd like getting your hobbit ass beat either—"

"Santana, that's enough!" Mr. Schue called out.

Blaine smiled and rolled his eyes, looking at an exhausted Nick. "What is this?"

And with his hope in shreds, Chandler walked off, leaving the group watching him as he headed to the area they occupied before going on stage. He plopped down on the couch and looked down at his hands, still in disbelief of what was happening. Mr. Schue swallowed hard and looked around at his choir, all before turning back to the group before him.

"Well, it's nice to meet you all. I'm Will Schuester and I think we're going to head back over here and wait for the results. I'm hoping you'll join us for celebration later? We're going to the Big Apple Carnival on the Upper West Side… they're raising money for the arts and it's all in the name of fun," Schue smiled warmly and Blaine tried to read how genuine this guy was. He seemed ok enough. "If you'd like to come we'd love to have you."

Kurt looked to his boyfriend and could tell Blaine didn't want anything to do with the New Directions. Still, he nodded. "That'd be great, Mr. Schue."

"Thanks," Nick said with a small smile. He then patted Kurt on the back and whispered into his ear. "Can we talk for a second?"

Kurt glanced back to him and nodded. "Sure. Excuse me guys."

Everyone nodded.

Blaine watched them walk off after Kurt excused himself and then the choir was following behind Mr. Schuester and the Chester kid. He sighed and shook his head, ignoring Jeff's grin and running a hand over his face.

"You okay, dude?"

Finn glanced back at them before rolling his eyes away and Justin stared at him. "I see myself kicking his ass before the night is old."

"I'm okay," Blaine told Jeff. Santana looked over at him and he rolled his eyes away. "I'm good."

….

"I'm freaking out. Blaine's going to go crazy and I can't have him overreact—"

"Why didn't you say something?" Nick asked with bemusement, "You do know who you're dating? The guy whose idea of a 'Plan A' was to fuck you in front of a table of old people at the mall because they looked at you the wrong way…"

Kurt leant against the wall and took a breath. A gospel choir was performing inside and he could hear bits and pieces through the jumble in the lobby. "I… Nick," he sighed, "I should've said something, I know. But it's so much easier to show my friends than it is to tell them something. 'I'm dating a kid who until I showed up screwed chicks and loved doing it.' They wouldn't understand it and how could I blame them? I didn't understand it."

Nick looked throughout the lobby, shaking his head. "You still don't understand it."

Kurt looked at him and Nick finally turned his attention to his blue eyed friend. "I… I understand, Nick. I know what I feel and I know he feels the same. It's just that I don't need anyone trying to convince me otherwise and if you couldn't tell, there are more than a couple people who would tell me I'm not feeling what I feel for Blaine." he froze only to breathe and Nick watched him softly, "It's a lot easier to show them I'm happy… probably because I rarely was. So those were my intentions."

"Well they still didn't seem too convinced," Nick walked over to his friend's side and leant against the wall with him, "And you have to be aware that your boyfriend is a wee bit protective of you, and—"

"A wee bit?" Kurt asked with a smile. Nick smirked.

"A little," he joked, "and I just want you to be prepared in case he gets even worse. I'm sure you could tell Blaine wasn't too happy."

Kurt nodded. "He can't do that, though. I am capable of doing things on my own."

Nick nodded in response. "That's something to talk to him about."

"You two talking about me?"

Blaine returned with his hood even further on his head and hands far in his pockets, leaning against the wall next to his boyfriend. Kurt sighed and looked at him, and Nick nodded his head.

"Yupp."

Blaine smiled. "What did I do?" he watched Kurt give him a look and saw Nick smile as he stood up. "I'm going back to hang out with the guys."

He walked off and Blaine simply stared at Kurt as he awaited a response. "What?"

"Will you promise me that you'll behave?" he asked almost pleading, "I was so excited to come here and I don't want my friends thinking that I'm dating a possessive asshole…"

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "The same friends who didn't believe you could actually have a boyfriend in the first place?" Kurt watched the anger hit Blaine almost out of nowhere. "Like it was something impossible for you of all people to have? What makes you think I give a fuck what they think about me?"

Kurt sighed and looked Blaine in the eyes. "I care what they think about you."

"Why?" Blaine asked. He was becoming defensive and Kurt could sense it.

"Because I want them to know I'm doing well and I have amazing people in California that make me smile every day. I was miserable when I had to move from the only life I ever knew, and they know that. Now, I'm here and I'm not miserable and you're the reason for that. Hands down."

Blaine shrugged at the idea of trying to impress people who were clearly dicks in his opinion. "I don't care what they think about us. My job is keeping a smile on your face and making sure you're never miserable again. They're not my concern. Sorry."

Kurt could only look at him for a moment, not sure how to respond. He then stood up a little straighter with a deep breath. Blaine licked his lips and looked away. Inside the theater, the announcer told the audience the judges would now deliberate and the winner would be revealed shortly.

"I understand they're not your concern, Blaine. But these are my friends—"

"They're not very good ones." his boyfriend stated in response.

Kurt turned away from him and glanced at people entering the lobby, talking animatedly in their groups about the different performances. He listened to a few people mentioning the 'Ohio choir and their mishaps' before speaking. "Maybe they weren't the best ones. Maybe I wasn't either. All that matters is I'm asking you not to act as if you have… like you have a leash around my neck."

Blaine looked at him. Now he was starting to feel attacked and he didn't like the feeling at all. "Wow. Ok. You're saying I'm treating you like a dog?"

Kurt shook his head adamantly at the question. "That's not what I'm saying… that's not what I mean—"

"Then what are you saying?" Blaine stood up now as well. He and his boyfriend locked eyes and Kurt took a breath and began.

"What I'm saying is there's no need for this behavior. That kiss was a little uncalled for. I could've introduced you without the whole 'possessive' charade, don't you think?"

Blaine nodded. "Would there be need for a charade if you actually told them in advance?"

Kurt looked at him a bit taken aback. "Are you saying this is my fault?"

"Who else's would it be?" Blaine asked incredulously. "You're standing here asking me to be someone I'm not so that we can impress a bunch of people who think so little of you and all for what? You could've just told them, Kurt. You could've told your stupid ex who I'm sure this is all about, and you could've said something to spare his precious feelings, but you didn't." Kurt stared back and Blaine shook his head, "And if I'm an embarrassment I'm sorry you feel that way, but I'm the same guy that flew in from California yesterday. I'm not changing for him or for anyone else."

"I'm not asking you to change, Blaine—"

"You're asking me to be someone I'm not, Kurt—"

"No," Kurt stepped closer and shook his head, "I'm not. I'm asking you to give me a chance to explain myself to them. As much as I love that you want to protect me I am used to doing it myself; it's not new to me."

It was possible that Kurt hadn't meant to say that. In fact with everything happening, he definitely didn't want to bring up any more discussion that'd make his boyfriend even more upset. Blaine's face at the admission became a little tenser. "What do you mean 'you're used to having to protect yourself', Kurt?"

Kurt shook his head as he backtracked. "I'm… just asking you to let me be somewhat independent. I don't want the trip to turn sour over this stupidity, Blaine."

Blaine nodded to him and took a couple steps back. He shrugged a bit, but he nodded. "If you don't want me to be me, then you don't have to worry about it. I'll be over with the guys."

"Blaine—"

"I won't do anything but nod and say hello." He held his hands in the air and retreated, claiming defeat. "You can be as independent as you want, Kurt."

"Do you really want to be immature with this, Blaine?"

Blaine shook his head and turned around, heading backstage once more. He took a breath and kept walking, not paying attention to how angry he felt at Kurt's thoughts of him right now as the 'asshole boyfriend', or the way that the weekend had shifted to negativity after a pretty much brilliant Friday. Instead, he pulled out his cell phone and walked over to the guys, standing in their circle and shaking his head at their questions.

"What's up dude?"

"Chillin," Blaine unlocked it and responded to a text from David. Nick watched him.

"Did you two fight?" he asked.

"Everything is fine." Blaine told them, his fingers still moving over the iPhone screen.

"Oh really?" Jeff asked now, "Because your boyfriend looks very sad."

Blaine glanced up at Jeff and saw all of his friends looking passed him. He turned around and saw Kurt approaching; the teen not looking in his direction but instead giving Mr. Schue a faux smile with wet eyes glazed over. Blaine watched him walk passed them and accept a small pat on the back from his former teacher. They spoke a bit—but he could also see the change in Kurt's demeanor. Slumped shoulders and rigid stance, withdrawn, guarded character—something Blaine wasn't familiar with.

Mr. Schue and the New Directions were familiar with it, but not Blaine.

"Bro, what happened?" Justin asked curiously. He turned away from Kurt who was following Mr. Schue over to his old show choir, back to his shorter friend who stuffed his phone in his jeans pocket as he watched. Nick and Jeff turned as well as they awaited a response.

"He told me to back off so I'm backing off."

Nick looked at Blaine's face in effort to read his best friend. "What do you mean 'back off'?"

"Exactly what it sounds like," Blaine answered. Kurt awkwardly stood in front of his friends and Blaine saw the Asian chick that said something rude earlier speaking to him. "Apparently he wants to be independent and I'm hindering that."

"I doubt he said that." Nick told him plainly.

Blaine shrugged. "He asked me to back off, Nick. I'm giving him what he wants."

Kurt looked in the direction of his boyfriend and the others. The conversation he intended to have did not come out as planned, and now he had to worry about not only his old friends having their opinions of him, but his boyfriend thinking he thought less of him. That wasn't the case at all. Kurt just wanted this to play out like it did in his head—no matter how much of a fantasy it'd be.

"So where'd you find ol' boy?" Artie questioned Kurt, snapping him out of his reverie. "He seems cool."

"Seems cool?" Sam stood up as he loosened his tie, his girlfriend on the couch next to Rachel as they listened. "Arthur, Arthur, Arthur… let's backtrack a minute. The kid has won his division for the past 3 years and came in 2nd the year before that. He's Donald Kinsella's nephew. You can't be Donnie's nephew and not be cool, Artie!" Kurt smirked at him as everyone looked at an excited Sam. The teen then glanced over at the California boys and resumed, "I mean only Donald, Blaine, and this Shane kid pulled off a downward 1080 during competition!"

"You're familiar with Shane too?" Kurt smiled a bit and looked at the blonde. "I had no clue you were so into BMX, Sam. I'm shocked."

"You know Shane too?" Sam sighed into a smile, "Oh my god Kurt, take me back with you!"

Brittany looked at Kurt after looking away from Sam. "What is BMX anyway? I thought he was a gangster rapper."

"That's DMX." Artie explained as Kurt glared at her.

"BMX is Bicycle Motocross," Quinn cut in with a smile. "It's the sport of bicycle racing on like dirt tracks."

The group turned to look at her and Justin glanced over at the voice. Chandler rolled his eyes at all of them and rested his head in his hands. What's the big deal about riding a stupid bicycle? Since when did Kurt care about stupid things like that?

"Are you into extreme sports too?" Sam asked out of pure shock. Why wasn't Quinn so cool when he dated her?

"Not as much as you," she mused, "but Kurt and I had a babysitter who knew a little about the subject."

Kurt smirked and winked at the girl before continuing. "BMX is essentially racing, but Nick is the only one that races. Well my friend David does too but he couldn't come. Blaine and Justin freestyle and Jeff is actually a skater." Kurt told those listening. He still felt a few of his friends shooting him disapproving looks and didn't bother to look at Chandler. He felt really bad for him to be honest and like Blaine implied earlier, it was nobody's fault but his own.

"BMX has evolved over the years," Sam said with a smile. "It used to be just racing but now—"

"Who gives a shit?" Puck asked, "I'm trying to hear about how you two got together in the first place." He smirked at Kurt's pleading face before continuing, "You seem a lot…I don't know, Hummel… a lot more alive than you did when you were in Lima."

"Well with those hickeys all over the hobbit it isn't hard to guess why," Santana sat on the arm of the couch beside one of the band guys and smirked, "he's obviously got more of a sex life going than he was getting from the fucking nun he was dating here."

"Santana!" Rachel stood up and Chandler rolled his eyes at her, only glancing over to Kurt, "You know nothing about that boy and I'm sure Kurt here doesn't either. What has it been? Two minutes you've been dating? Do you know anything about him besides that he has a pretty face?"

"Why don't you back off of him?" Mercedes cut in as she looked around the area at her friends. "Is this why Kurt came? For us to berate him because he is dating someone who isn't Chandler?"

Finn shook his head. "Rachel has a right to care." he said, "It is obvious the rest of you guys don't."

"What's to say we don't care?" Puck asked with a smirk. "Because we're not making Kurt feel like shit like you guys?"

"We can definitely talk about something else," Kurt smoothed out his Henley absently as he looked at the other choirs, "I liked the original songs… I didn't know you guys would take that route again."

"Hobbit's probably hung." Santana said. Kurt almost choked on air.

"I'm not treating Kurt like anything," Rachel responded to Puck's accusation and the mohawked teen rolled his eyes, looking over to Kurt's friends. They were talking a bit and the tall one… was it Justin? and Blaine kept glancing over— Puck assumed to make sure Kurt was cool. He smiled because of it, but then Rachel continued, "I'm actually trying to figure out how on earth he could go to a new place and have a boyfriend within two weeks? You just broke up with Chandler, Kurt—"

"Rachel," Quinn stood up and slowly approached her. "You've won a lot. You got a duet at Nationals in New York City, you got the guy, you have the talent and the life," their friends looked at them and Finn listened expectantly, "You've won. Let Kurt win at something. Let Kurt be happy."

Blaine looked up from his cell phone from where he leant against the wall.

"I want Kurt to be happy." Rachel answered. "And I know he had that with Chandler. You do too. We know nothing about this guy."

"You're not trying to get to know him." Kurt voiced. "You're too busy bashing me for that."

"Kurt, you just broke up with him—"

"Yes, Rachel, we broke up." Kurt turned to face her trying to maintain control of his voice, "We broke up, and I found someone new. If Chandler found someone new I wouldn't want you guys freaking harassing him like this!"

"No one's harassing," Mike said calmly. He sat next to Chandler and shrugged, "You have to look at it our way. We watched you every day come into glee club with him and you two were 'Kurt and Chandler' for so long. If you didn't have to move you'd still be together, Kurt. So for us to be used to that and then for you to come back with a guy we didn't know you were with, making out in front of us... in front of your ex… it's low of you."

Kurt folded his arms defensively.

"We expected more of you," Finn said. "I did."

"I don't care," Chandler finally spoke as he waved everyone off, though he couldn't mask how his voice was broken. "If Kurt wants to date someone who spins around on a bike let him do that," he looked at his ex and hid his feeling pretty well. "I'm happy you forgot about me so fast. Be happy. Godspeed. All that good stuff, Kurt."

"Oh boohoo," Santana stood up and walked over to Kurt—his ex staring at the girl, "He doesn't need your blessing Mr. Chastity Belt." Blaine heard and looked over, smirking from where he stood. That was a name he hadn't called Chauncey yet. She continued, "I'm pretty sure Kurt got more action from Britts when they dated for two days than he did for what… over two months with you? You two were glorified comrades if anything and you get on stage and declare your love for him like an idiot?"

Kurt sighed, "Santana—"

"All of you are idiots," she continued. Finn shook his head and turned away.

Blaine stood not far off trying to piece together what he was hearing. Kurt dated a girl?

"How can you be mad at him for having a boyfriend that obviously wants to kiss him? Since when is that anyone's business but Kurt's?" the Latina continued.

"And let's not forget Blaine is the one who paid Kurt's way. We wouldn't be able to see him again if it wasn't for his boyfriend." Mercedes told them.

Tina looked over at her. "You seem to know a lot about this, Mercedes. I mean you didn't seem fazed by Kurt's news at all."

"That might be because the boy can make his own decisions, Tina." Mercedes said clearly.

Chandler watched Kurt quickly intervene. "I can make my own decisions. I don't understand why I have to explain myself to you guys, or why I should have to. Chandler and I broke up and I told him I wasn't interested in long distance and that's it. I have someone new and like Mercedes said," he glanced at her, "he brought me here and I'm grateful. If you want to ruin New York for me, knowing how much I wanted to see New York all my life, then I'm sorry to let you know but I'm not letting it happen."

"No one wants to ruin it," Sam said with a smile. He spoke before any of the naysayers could exhaust the topic any further. "Dudes, we're at Nationals!" he faced his friends, "Kurt's here, and no matter who he's with romantically he's here, and we're going to make sure we make the most out of this. Right?"

Kurt smiled as the clearly bleached blond threw his arm around him, though Blaine stared hard. "Right. Thank you, Sam. Can we just have fun? Who knows when I'll see you guys again after today?"

"Fine by me." Artie rolled up and gave Kurt a fist bump. The coiffed teen rolled his eyes but reciprocated it with a smile.

"Thank you," Kurt smiled at his friends, even though a few of them; mainly Finn, Rachel, and Tina, seemed to be not so on board with this, they still gave fake smiles moved in for the group hug Sam initiated. Mike patted Chandler on the back as they watched the judges walk by.

Nick smiled at them and looked to his best friend. "See? He must've done it."

Blaine nodded. "Cool." he looked back at his cell phone and pretended that he wasn't dying inside from not having his boyfriend in his arms right now. He was so close yet so far away, and it was torture. But Kurt insisted. "Cool."

"Are we really going to the carnival thing?" Justin asked after a yawn. When he was finished he stretched a bit and resumed. "Because we could probably find something better to do with people who actually wanted us around."

"Cheer up," Jeff nudged him in the shoulder, "We'll have fun. There'll be games and food and stuff we like, bro."

Before Justin could answer, the teacher guy brushed passed in a hurry.

"The results are in," Mr. Schue ran over to his club, rushing passed Blaine and the guys over to the New Directions. They turned to look at him in surprise. "The results…" the man smiled, "they're posted!"

Choirs all around them were going to see where they placed, and Kurt wished them good luck as he stepped back, watching his friends go and see their fate. Chandler stood up last looking completely defeated and trekked behind the rest of them.

"Let's go to Ohio," Jeff said, missing his skateboard as he had to walk over to his blue eyed friend. Nick followed next, then Blaine and Justin. The walk wasn't too bad as they approached; Nick and Justin on either side of Kurt and Jeff beside Nick. Blaine went over to sit on the couch, still typing on his phone. Kurt glanced down at him and Justin placed a hand on his back.

"Everything ok with you, Kurt?"

He nodded, looking back to the choirs. "I've been better I guess but I've been a lot worse, too. How're you guys? I'm sorry about… this," he tried to laugh but it came out a little strained.

Nick smiled at him and Jeff shrugged. "We're cool, bro," the blonde said. "We just don't like that you're getting shit."

Kurt smiled. "Glad to know you boys care so much, but trust me everything will be ok. My friends have always had their opinions and… let's just say I've been through things where they weren't there for me. Now they're hoping to compensate for that, but it's safe to say at this point I don't need them to."

Jeff nodded. "They'll see how much we love you Ohio."

Kurt smiled and nodded too. "Love you boys too."

Blaine still showed no interest in speaking. Instead, he only watched the New Rejections argue as he guessed they found out they lost. Not that he was shocked with that travesty that went forth.

"So who's the pretty blonde with the hair cut?" Justin smiled at Kurt and the shorter teen rolled his eyes.

"You both have enough on your plate, Jus. And Quinn isn't that type of girl."

Justin smiled. "Quinn, huh?"

Kurt shook his head. "She has her moments but she's a good girl. We all have our moments but I guess that's what made us a family."

Jeff smiled. "Like us."

Blaine looked up at them. They were like a family to him.

"Like us." Kurt said with a smile.

Things between the show choir only escalated when the boys looked at them again. The New Directions turned to Finn and the Rachel chick and screamed at them first, and then to Churro; the Latina shouting at him for being so stupid. Much of it was said in Spanish so he couldn't make out everything… well only something about a Lima Heights Adjacent, but he could tell they weren't happy. The teacher shook his head and tried to break up the encounter, and Mohawk and the one who Blaine remembered seemed to be a fan of he and his friends walked away from the group slowly. They approached, dodging that choir from Nashville, and Mohawk smirked at Kurt's friends.

"Twelfth." He shrugged and looked at the team that won cheering, "You wanna introduce me to your friends, Hummel?"

Kurt nodded. "Sorry you guys didn't win, Noah."

Sam waved him off. "There'll be next year."

"Guys," he pointed at his friends, "This is Noah Puckerman and Sam Evans. Boys, my friends from California; Justin, Nick—"

"I know," Sam grinned, holding his hand out to Jeff, "I'm a big, big fan of all of you guys! Sorry about Peter not qualifying. Will he be able to compete in team competitions?"

"He's not in Legacy anymore," Nick said quickly. Blaine stroked at his chin as he feigned disinterest and Kurt looked at him softly. He thought about talking to him but wanted to do so in private. Doing it here… the first time he tried to talk to Blaine here it didn't turn out so great. They'd get a moment of sanity and hopefully resurrect this trip.

"Really?" Sam asked in shock.

"He said some derogatory things about Ohio and Blaine gave him a swollen cheek," Jeff explained with a grin, "the rest is history.

Puck smirked, turning to look at Blaine. "You're fine by me, bro."

Blaine nodded to him. "Thanks."

"Let's get out of here," Mr. Schue walked over tiredly but gave the group a faux smile. "We need to get this off our minds," he said to Sam and Puck. Santana mumbled a few more things in Spanish before storming away from Rachel and Chandler, "We're going to head back to the hotel to change and then get on the subway. Are you joining us Kurt?" the director asked.

Kurt hesitated to answer, not thinking Blaine would be for it, but his boyfriend stood to his feet and nodded. "We'd love to."

Schue smiled, patting Nick on the back. "Great!"

….

The boys accompanied the New Directions back to their hotel. It honestly wasn't that far from the theater where National competitions were held. The walk was tense with how the results came out and Kurt frowned, feeling that possibly even more fuel was added to the fire because of him. Mercedes did warn him of Chandler's intentions, and had he said something like Blaine reminded him earlier, Chandler wouldn't have made a fool of all of Lima in front of an audience of over a thousand people, and maybe they wouldn't have lost as bad. Of course as Justin reminded him, 'the oaf and that girl kissed too' so he shouldn't be so hard on himself.

Still, he had to admit that he played a role.

Blaine and Nick walked slightly behind him and as bad as Kurt wanted to slow down and walk with them, he figured it'd be best to give his boyfriend time to breathe. He instead listened to Jeff and Justin's conversation with Sam, smiling here and there when they told him little things about the competitions. He wouldn't have guessed any of his friends from Ohio followed the sport so closely.

Mr. Schue urged his exhausted, angry students inside their hotel and smiled softly at Kurt and his friends.

"We'll be back down shortly."

"Ok," Kurt smiled and leant against the brick building. Justin mussed his crazy blonde hair and looked at the coiffed teen.

"I'm hungry," Jeff thought aloud, "how far is the Upper West Side from here?"

Kurt thought about it. "I think I heard Rachel saying the train rides would be about 30 minutes."

Blaine and Nick reached them and the racer leant on the wall next to Kurt. Kurt looked to his boyfriend and smiled a bit when he finally got eye contact.

"Hi."

Blaine nodded. The voice, the smile… suddenly he felt a lot better. He was still upset, with right he felt, but he felt so much better. "Hey."

It got quiet afterwards and Kurt and Blaine looked at one another softly. Jeff yawned and turned to Nick.

"How long do you think it'll take to get to our hotel? I want my skateboard."

Nick shrugged as he thought. "Maybe ten minutes or so, a little less if you're quick."

Justin looked at his watch. "I'll walk with you two so these boys can get their shit together." Nick smirked at the way Blaine rolled his eyes at that but definitely agreed.

"Let's go then," he turned to Kurt and nudged him in the arm. "We'll be back, Ohio."

Kurt nodded. "Ok guys."

Blaine's hands were in his pockets as he looked off down the city block, nodding to his friends who patted him on the back. He licked his lips and looked around the neighborhood; his eyes finding a little girl who'd just learned to walk stumbling down the sidewalk with her mother. He smiled a bit as memories flooded, quickly looking away.

Kurt watched his boyfriend's eyes finding everywhere but him and sighed. He stood and walked over to the glass doors, glancing into the pretty much empty lobby of the hotel and turning back around. He looked at Blaine again, walking closer and smoothly putting his hands in his pockets as well.

"Are you still mad at me?"

Blaine looked away from a Mustang that went by and over to Kurt. He shook his head no as their eyes met. "I'm not mad at you. I'm happy you told me how you felt, you know? I didn't know I was so… overbearing…"

"You're not." Kurt told him softly. "I—"

"Kurt, it's fine," Blaine smiled a bit but Kurt could see straight through it, "I don't want to talk right now. I just want to be here."

"You never want to talk," Kurt withdrew his hands and folded them against his body. Blaine looked away, scratching lazily at his head as he listened, "I thought you… well I thought we were going to do better. About talking."

Blaine shrugged and looked at him again. "We talked earlier and you pretty much told me I treat you like a possession of mine, Kurt. Forgive me if I'm scared to hear what else you think about me."

"I'm sure you understand what I was trying to say, Blaine." Kurt told him. He shook his head a bit and continued, "I'm not saying you treat me like that… I actually love feeling like I'm all yours and the way you want people to see that, but given the circumstances with my friends not knowing and my ex trying to give me a rose… I'm saying the way we handled the moment was probably uncalled for."

Blaine nodded. Kurt looked at him for a moment before nodding too, and when he noticed Blaine had no more to say on the matter he about faced, walking back to the hotel wall. His boyfriend watched him and then looked down at the ground.

They grew quiet for a few minutes and Kurt's cell phone went off. He dug into the case and pulled out the device, staring down at the message.

I want to talk to you alone. Without him around. –Chandler

Blaine watched him as he typed out a response. Kurt could feel him doing so and didn't even bother saying who it was from.

If this is about us getting together or something along those lines, I'm letting you know now that will NOT be happening. You have to understand. –Kurt

It's not about that, you both made it pretty clear. But I do think we need to talk. –Chandler

"What does he want?" Blaine asked.

Kurt looked up at him and put the phone back in its place. "To talk."

Blaine nodded, looking off in the direction his friends went now. "Ok."

"I don't want you mad at me, Blaine."

"Not mad," Blaine told him, "But I think you should know if we could go back I wouldn't change a thing. I didn't like how he spoke to you earlier, and from what you told me he totally wasn't the boyfriend you needed. I thought I was what you needed—"

Kurt laughed a little. "You thought?"

Blaine shrugged.

"You're more than what I needed, Blaine, and I'm crazy lucky to get a great guy and then some. And I want to make it clear that I wasn't asking you to change who you were at all, I was asking you to be considerate of other people's feelings—"

"I don't care about other people who treat you like shit." Blaine explained. "And I don't think I want him near you."

Kurt nodded. "I know."

"But you're going to talk to him anyway?"

Kurt smiled. "This is Jose all over again."

Blaine finally smiled as he looked over to his boyfriend now. "Jose wasn't a dickwad."

"Says the guy who didn't want me around big bad Shane's horrible snaky friends."

"Ok," Blaine grinned, licking his lips. "Are you going to talk to him, yes or no?"

"Will it put even more of a strain on us?" Kurt asked, "Because I've been avoiding him for a while and I think I need to officially tell him I have a boyfriend who makes my heart go absolutely nuts, and he deserves an explanation for why I've been a shit friend since I moved."

Blaine shrugged. "I disagree but if he tries something Hummel, I'm not going to be sorry for what I do."

Kurt smiled a bit, shaking his head softly. "I wish you would give me a hug because I hate being so far from you."

"You wanted this."

"No I didn't," Kurt told him. "I wanted nice, sweet, caring, compassionate Blaine. Not 'I shove my tongue down your ex-boyfriend's throat on a daily basis' Blaine."

Blaine smiled. "He's the same guy. That's how I show you I care stupid."

Kurt rolled his eyes at that. "That's how you tell other guys to take a hint. I'm not stupid."

Blaine licked his lips and winked, and Kurt shook his head at him, though a smile spread across his lips. He didn't get how he survived Blaine being so withdrawn when the cheeky teen had grown to be part of the reason he smiled so much.

"Hug please, Blaine?"

The elder walked over pulling up his jeans and pulling at the hem of his hoodie. Kurt smiled and grabbed him by the drawstring of the sweater, all before wrapping his arms around the boy's neck. Blaine smiled too, and that empty feeling he'd felt for God only knows how long was gone as soon as Kurt touched him. He linked his arms around Kurt's waist and lifted him in the air, smiling at the giggles the action elicited.

"Never letting you go, Kurt."

Kurt licked his lips as Blaine slid him down his body. "Never let me go."

….

"What if we just hop the turnstile?" Jeff whispered it like it was a secret, glancing around the busy subway station. Nick pulled out a twenty and shrugged.

"I think you'd get a pretty expensive fine. And I don't know how your grandparents are going to feel about you coming back to New York for a trial hearing for doing something that stupid."

Jeff rolled his eyes. "Whatever." he looked away from Brittany who was taking money out of a homeless person's cup instead of putting money in. He quirked his eyebrow and shrugged, watching Nick again. "No! Don't put in a twenty that's too much!"

Nick ignored him and paid twenty dollars for the metro card. The machine took the money and Jeff shook his head.

"When are you going to use twenty dollars' worth of transportation, idiot? We're just going there and coming back. It's like $2 or something to get on."

"Then we'll share it," Nick accepted the card from the machine and smiled, "Now you don't have to buy one."

"Me too." Justin came out of nowhere when he heard about potential free rides and Nick nodded. Crew freeloader couldn't be left out, of course.

"You too."

Jeff and Justin said their thank you-s before the skater led the way off; over to Kurt and Blaine who stood on the far side of the subway station purchasing a card for their fare as well. Kurt read the prompts and clicked the screen, humming as he did so. His boyfriend looked around at the New Directions kids. A few of them shot him glances every once in a while and it took a lot not to be the guy he really wanted to be; the guy that'd flip them the finger and tell them to mind their damn business. But Kurt didn't want that so he didn't. Then Justin came into his focus, smiling and skipping over to them. He stepped into the space between Blaine and Kurt, pressing random buttons on the screen that Kurt worked at and messing him up completely.

"Justin Andrew Palmers do not—"

"Sorry." Justin put his hands in his pockets and smiled.

"The middle name. He hasn't even used the middle name on me." Blaine said with a smirk. Kurt grinned, swiping his credit card and shaking his head.

"He called me 'Jeffrey' when I stole a bite of Mikey's pancakes and that was bad enough. The way Mikey looked at me was even worse."

Blaine bit his lip into a smirk and Kurt finished, turning back with a shrug. "You both are serious when it comes to food so I'd think you'd know not to touch his plate." he said.

"He has a point," Nick added, glancing over to the glee club director organizing his group. Kurt's friends had all gotten changed and were dressed casually now, and he didn't miss how Kurt's ex stared at them, whispering things to Finn, if he remembered correctly. This was going to be a long evening if he didn't watch himself.

"We're all set?" Kurt smiled at the boys and Jeff shrugged.

"Waiting for you broseph."

Mr. Schue waved them over and Kurt nodded, smiling at his friends. "Justin. Blaine. Behavior?"

"We'll be good." Justin answered. Blaine nodded to him and Kurt reached out his hand to take Blaine's.

"I appreciate it."

"So we can be bad, Jeff," Nick smiled and followed behind Kurt and Blaine who walked ahead of them, "we didn't get a warning."

"No you have to be good too." Justin said. Jeff shook his head no.

"Ok," Mr. Schue stared at his group and gave the best smile he could muster after the day's events. Blaine smiled at Kurt as he nestled into his side, both hand in hand. "We're going to take the 2 train, which the gentleman at information let me know will be here within the next 10 minutes, and then transfer to the 1 train. All of us will get on the same car. NONE of us will wander off… Puck," the teen rolled his eyes, "We will stay together and arrive at the festival at about half past 6. There's quite a walk over to Riverside Park but we get to pass Columbia University in case any of you are interested in applying next year! Free look at the campus."

"Can we go now, please?" Quinn asked with a smile. The kids cheered and Kurt smiled back at Blaine who he could tell was really trying. Justin was caught staring and she smiled at him with a quirked eyebrow making the boy smile back before turning away.

Smooth, Palmers, he thought.

Mr. Schuester nodded at his students. "Alright, come on. Swipe those cards."

Everyone got through the turnstile eventually, though Puck snuck through the handicap accessible door behind Artie when the employees weren't looking. They all went to the platform, meshing in with bored New Yorkers who were more interested in their iPods than taking in the thrill of the city. Clearly they took this for granted. Even the subway made Kurt smile. He looked around and took it all in, watching his friends step onto the platform and huddle together in groups while Justin, Nick, and Jeff all went over to Puck and Sam. Puck nodded to them as he pulled out a hat from his jeans pocket and dropped it to the ground. He began playing his guitar softly and people turned to see him. Rachel whipped her head around as the opportunity for a performance shone bright, but he only glared at her a look that said 'no' and she got the point. Mr. Schue thought about telling his student not to but decided against it when Puck actually attracted a crowd. It'd be a good memory, he thought.

"Do any of you sing? We should make some money."

Justin nodded. "I do."

"He doesn't," Jeff said, "But I dance a bit. Nick sings, and Blaine, but I'm sure he won't."

Puck looked over to Blaine and saw Kurt smiling as the curly haired kid wrapped both arms around his waist. "He looks busy. Let me see what you got, we'll split the profits 50-25-25."

Jeff smirked as he adjusted his clothing a bit. "I'll do it for fun."

Nick saw the Asian kid approach when dancing was mentioned, and it wasn't a shocker since he was a killer on stage. "I'll do it for fun too. What are we singing?"

Justin pulled out his camera since they wouldn't let him get his Mariah Carey on. "Something upbeat of course. For the kids."

A few kids had surrounded them and Nick smiled before facing the other teens. "So what? We're doing this?"

Artie nodded, motioning for Puck to give him the hat. "Let's put on a show. I think we need to redeem ourselves from that debacle earlier."

"Any requests people?"

Mike crossed his arms and watched Jeff get ready, tightening the laces on his sneakers and doing stretches. A little girl screamed for Nick to sing One Direction and Justin snorted at the face Puck made.

"I only know how to play man songs."

"I heard you humming Live While We're Young during our history test Wednesday, Puck." Quinn said with a smirk. Justin turned the camera to her and smiled, showing a little teeth when the girl blushed, rolling her eyes and looking away. Santana gave her a knowing look and Quinn shrugged.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she whispered.

Santana shook her head. "I didn't even say anything, guilty."

"I can dance to Live While We're Young. C'mon Puck." Jeff smirked at him knowing he knew the song, no matter how bad the mohawked teen wanted to deny it. Eventually when the audience grew Puck shook his head, starting to strum his guitar. Nick nodded to Artie and the crowd made a beat. Jeff smiled as Justin cleared a path on the platform for him to begin.

Kurt looked away from Blaine when he heard the commotion. He saw Justin recording Jeff dancing to the beat provided from a group of spectators that gathered around them; the blonde aweing the kids and adults alike with his smooth moves. Blaine glanced over to just as Nick started to sing.

Hey girl I'm waiting on ya, I'm waiting on ya
Come on and let me sneak you out
And have a celebration, a celebration
The music up, the windows down

Yeah, we'll be doing what we do
Just pretending that we're cool and we know it too
Yeah, we'll keep doing what we do
Just pretending that we're cool, so tonight

Mr. Schue smiled at the performance, nodding at the teen's vocals. Nick looked at Artie with a smile and the two began the chorus, backed by Sam and a few of the people in the audience. Jeff popped up from a handstand and did a spin eliciting a nod of appreciation from Mike. And then Blaine felt himself being dragged towards the group as Kurt cheered, leading them a bit closer to stand beside a smirking Santana.

Let's go crazy, crazy, crazy 'til we see the sun
I know we only met but let's pretend it's love
And never, never, never stop for anyone
Tonight let's get some and live while we're young
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh and live while we're young
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Tonight let's get some and live while we're young

Jeff spun around Artie and grabbed Brittany's hand, pulling her into the center of the circle. She quickly fell in line and danced with him as everyone cheered.

Hey girl it's now or never, it's now or never
Don't overthink just let it go
And if we get together, yeah, get together
Don't let the pictures leave your phone

Yeah, we'll be doing what we do
Just pretending that we're cool, so tonight

Artie finished singing as Justin laughed at Mike jumping into the circle, pushing the other two out of the way and flipping backwards off the column Puck leant against. Tina wolf whistled as Jeff grinned, running past Rachel and Finn and doing a few b-boy spins on the wooden benches. As Kurt listened to the audience sing along with Nick and Sam, he noticed that his new friends and his older ones were actually interacting in a positive light. There were no death looks or tension, but instead camaraderie. The revelation alone was enough to make him feel happy. This was all he wanted, honestly. He felt Blaine's arms creep around his waist and the boy's lips on the nape of his neck a few seconds later and immediately relaxed into it. Blaine smiled and looked back at the performance.

Let's go crazy, crazy, crazy 'til we see the sun
I know we only met but let's pretend it's love
And never, never, never stop for anyone
Tonight let's get some and live while we're young
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh and live while we're young
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Tonight let's get some and live while we're young

Chandler pushed his glasses higher onto his face as he looked away from his ex and over to the performers. He saw the guy recording getting a shot of the crowd and they cheered as Puck strummed the guitar; a funny smirk on his face at it all. Brittany began to dance with Mike and Jeff bowed, high fiving a few of the kids surrounding them.

As people went to drop money in the hat, Mr. Schue told them no and took it from Artie. The teacher glared at Puck when the student tried to protest and motioned to the tracks.

"Ok, McKinley. The train is coming! Remember everyone, same car."

Kurt led Blaine over to the others as the train they'd been waiting for stormed into the station. Mike stole a kiss from Tina before the doors opened and Mr. Schue waited for him large group to enter the train. Mercedes stepped on when Blaine motioned for her to jump in front of him and she smiled softly.

The train wasn't too crowded with it being one of the earlier stops. Just about everyone got a seat, except for Mr. Schuester, Justin, Blaine, and Kurt. The club director found a New Yorker to chat with as the doors of the train slid close. Justin went over to a pole in the middle of the train, standing in the aisle between where many of the group sat. Blaine spotted a free seat as Kurt walked over to the doors opposite Mr. Schue, leaning against them and smiling at his boyfriend.

"You wanna sit baby?"

Kurt looked over to the empty spot between two women; one lost in her newspaper and the other knitting. He shook his head no with a soft smile. "I'm fine, honey. You can sit if you want."

Blaine held onto Kurt's waist as the train finally started to move. "I'll stand with you."

Kurt leant against the door, balancing himself best not to fall. He felt Blaine hold him tightly and smiled even wider, playing with drawstrings of the boy's hoodie. "Okay."

….

"So are you two like together?" Puck asked Nick. The brunette smiled but shook his head no.

"We're straight. I have a girl I've been with for a little over two years now."

"Damn," Sam's eyebrows shot up, "I guess it's safe to say it's serious?"

Nick laughed lightly as he thought of Naomi. "Pretty safe, yeah."

"What's the deal on those two?" Puck glanced back at Kurt and Blaine leaning against the doors of the train. The couple was smiling as they spoke softly. "That relationship is nothing like Kurt was with Kiehl. They never did the PDA thing… except for when Chandler sung a song to him in glee club. But that was like the first week they dated. Nothing after that."

Nick spoke after Jeff finished laughing at something Mike said. Apparently the two were hitting it off well. Mercedes listened from where she sat next to Sam; the blonde with his arm around her. "That sounds like everything Kurt and Blaine are not." Nick began, "Their chemistry was undeniable from the start and they can barely stay away from each other for five minutes. And if you couldn't tell," Nick motioned over to the couple with a head nod, "they aren't fans of keeping their hands to themselves."

Puck, Sam, and Mercedes both turned right and sure enough, the two were practically touching noses as they spoke. Kurt said something and Blaine laughed, his hands on Kurt's side, and Kurt's hands were clutched into the tight sleeveless hoodie his boyfriend wore; the same cyan colors of his eyes. They looked completely in their own little world as they spoke.

"This Blaine kid is a good guy I guess?"

Nick nodded to Puck. "He's my best friend and they're crazy about each other. Your friends bring up the timeline often but time hasn't really been a factor when it comes to them."

Sam turned back around. "Kurt's had a rough year. He deserves this."

Nick looked for a moment, wondering what that could mean. Puck slouched down in the seat and glanced up at Justin who was lost in his mp3 player.

"You guys just don't hurt him." he said. "You hurt him and I won't hesitate to find a way to California."

Nick smiled but nodded. "He's in good hands. I promise."

….

Brittany pressed the ear bud further into her ear and leant onto Santana's shoulder. The Latina smiled and closed her eyes as Amy Winehouse lyrics filled her ear through the other ear bud. Every once in a while she'd see the tall blue eyed cutie glance in her general direction and being that she was sitting next to Quinn, she knew exactly why. The train came to a stop as a new song came on, and the couple on the other side of Quinn got up and exited.

Justin saw a few spots open up next to Quinn and the girl smiled up at him as soon as it happened. He bit his lip and took the mp3 player out of the pocket of his shorts, stepping over and sitting next to her. Quinn smiled and looked back down at her book.

….

"You need to talk to him."

"Rachel," Chandler shook his head and looked down at his hands. "Look at him right now. He's clearly not concerned about me. Aren't you supposed to be talking things out with Finn anyway?"

Finn had stood up to give his seat to an elderly man and was busy trying to understand a witty advertisement on the train car. It looked like he was catching a headache.

"We spoke about it at the hotel." she told him, "But honestly, we're concerned about you, Chandler. You've been talking about seeing Kurt for… well since we told you he was coming to New York. It wasn't supposed to turn out this way and you shouldn't give up!"

"Talking to Kurt won't do anything but get that asshole even more riled up. I don't even know why he's with him in the first place." Chandler looked over her head down the train car. He saw his ex looking at his cell phone with Blaine listening to whatever Jeff was telling him. The closeness—and the comfortableness of their closeness was what struck Chandler. "I'm not even going to bother."

"Stop looking at them first of all." Rachel said clearly. Her friend rolled his eyes but looked away. "Now, don't you still want to be friends with him?"

Chandler scoffed. "No."

"You do. And I'm sure Kurt wants to remain friends as well. That can't happen if you don't talk first. Think about it Chandler. You know he's going to get his heart broken and Kurt's going to need you to listen."

Chandler shook his head and looked back to them. Kurt laughed at loud at whatever Jeff said and Blaine shoved at that blonde. Something about the couple didn't fit. Maybe it was the fact that Kurt should be with him. That might've been it, Chandler thought.

"We'll see."

….

"I hate the both of you."

Kurt giggled, rolling his eyes at Blaine's pout. "Jeff said it."

"You laughed."

"Only because it was funny." Kurt tilted his head to the side and bit his lip, locking eyes with an amber pair across from him. "But you'll always be a giant in my eyes."

Blaine shook his head and stared down at his boyfriend's sarcastic smile. "Liar."

Kurt smiled at him. The train made a stop and Kurt lifted himself off the door. Blaine stepped aside too and let people on, his hand never once leaving Kurt's side since they took their positioning. After a gentleman squeezed by and got off, the doors closed again and Kurt took his spot against the doors. The train began to move and his hands took their place holding onto Blaine's sweater.

They were quiet for another minute. Mercedes's laughter could be heard as Sam probably did some ridiculous impression, and Kurt noticed Justin next to Quinn and smiled knowingly. Mr. Schuester listened to the person he was with talk about a new Broadway show that'd be previewing soon. The teacher looked excited and Kurt smiled, all before looking at the boy in front of him. Blaine was staring up at the ceiling of the train; a far off look on his countenance.

Kurt pulled playfully at his drawstrings, tightening the hood on Blaine's head. "What's on your mind?"

Blaine looked at Kurt because of the question and gave him a funny puzzled gaze.

Kurt smiled. "You just look like you're thinking about a lot."

"Oh," Blaine smiled and shrugged a little. The train stopped in the middle of the tunnel and the conductor announced a small wait for traffic. "I'm constantly thinking, I guess."

Kurt nodded, trailing his hands across Blaine's shoulders. He knew Blaine was facing a lot. Primarily there was everything that had to do with Clarissa and Victor, and then competitions, and now Chandler and his friends, and it had to be a lot to deal with. Of course it was a lot when underneath it all he was still grieving; no matter how long ago he'd lost Cooper Sr. and Ariel. But Kurt was going to be the one to make sure that Blaine knew that things would get better over time.

Blaine de-tensed when Kurt rubbed over his shoulders and tightened his grip on the boy's sides a little firmer. "Most of the time I'm thinking about you though." he told him with a smile. Kurt beamed and tried not to blush like a school girl as he posed his next question.

"What about me, Mr. BMX?"

Blaine grinned and shook his head as his boyfriend laughed. "You know, baby... I just want you to know that I always want to make you happy. I know I kind of snapped… well I got really immature with you earlier when you tried to talk to me and I'm sorry about that."

Kurt's left eyebrow raised at the dialogue. "It's fine. I was hoping we were passed that, really."

"It's not fine," Blaine jerked a bit when the train started to move again and Kurt held him steady with a smile. He smiled too and resumed, "I don't want you to feel like you can't talk to me because the one time you tried I got upset with you. I want you to want to talk to me and know that you can, baby."

Kurt nodded as he took in the sincerity that encompassed his boyfriend's eyes. "I want the same thing. And I need to apologize as well."

Blaine scrunched his face up (adorably, Kurt thought) as he thought about what he was told. "What do you want to apologize for?"

"Everything," Kurt said obviously. He shook his head and thought about it, the train slowly stopping because of traffic again. "The way I handled everything… I should have done it differently. This way Chandler wouldn't be hurt and you wouldn't have felt like I was ashamed of you, or the anger you felt when my friends said that I couldn't have found someone… I mean I'm sure they didn't mean it that harshly," Blaine rolled his eyes and Kurt rubbed his shoulders some more, "They said what they said because they were mad with me and honestly they had reason to be. I just really messed up this time."

The train picked up speed again and Blaine shook his head no. "I understand why you did why you did— given my past and everything. And how could you have known Charter School was going to be a complete idiot?"

Kurt bit his lip and locked his fingers around Blaine's neck. "Mercedes may've told me Thursday that Chandler would try and discuss us again…" Blaine looked at him flatly before dropping his head and Kurt sighed sadly. "I know… that would've been a great opportunity. But I didn't think he'd do that, honey. I thought he'd want to talk and I could just explain—"

"None of it matters now." Blaine picked his head up and they caught eyes, "We learn from this, right?"

Kurt nodded. "Right." Blaine smiled and gave him a peck on the corner of his lips, smiling at Kurt's smile when the boy resumed, "And about your past… we should just leave it back there. Let's just be Kurt and Blaine. How about that?"

Blaine nodded his agreement, brushing a few strands away from Kurt's face. "I love that idea."

Kurt smiled before he bit his lip adorably. His boyfriend stared at him as he did so. He knew it drove Blaine crazy. "I love it too."

Blaine nodded. No more of their pasts would get in the way of who they were. He liked that idea a lot. "We should kiss on it."

"Hmm," Kurt's lip was worried between his teeth and Blaine licked his own, "I thought the term was 'let's shake on it'?"

Blaine laughed lightly. "Babe that's so last week. You're supposed to be up on all the trends and kissing is where it's at."

Kurt smiled as he thought about it. "I'm so out of the loop."

"You are." Blaine's eyes left Kurt's lips and found a pair of crystal blue and green. They looked as beautiful as the boy did. "But that's what I'm here for."

Kurt laughed as he examined the flirtatious look on Blaine's face. "Your lips are beautiful."

Blaine blushed immediately and Kurt didn't miss the way he subconsciously licked them. There was something about his boyfriend's tongue that made him crazy, but that was a conversation for another day. "They're a little lonely," Blaine whispered suggestively, a slow smile crossing his face.

Kurt glanced down at them and took a quick breath. "They need company then."

"I think so." Blaine answered.

The couple caught eyes and Blaine smiled when he saw Kurt look at his lips again, the taller teen moving in slowly. He stayed still and closed his eyes, and it wasn't long before Kurt's lips met his.

Immediately Blaine breathed in and pressed his lips harder against Kurt's. He hadn't kissed him since that whole episode earlier and he thought it was rough, but Blaine honestly didn't know how much he needed this until he tasted Kurt on his lips again. Apparently Kurt missed it to, because not before long he was pulling Blaine closer. He sucked on Blaine's lower lip and teased it with his tongue, and Blaine tipped his head to the side, cupping Kurt's face and deepening the kiss.

It wasn't until maybe a week ago that Blaine realized how much he loved to kiss. Just kissing. He had lots of kisses with a lot of people. His first one was with a girl behind the bleachers at his old school, back when his friends tried to explain that girls had cooties, but he wasn't interested in that theory. Laura was her name. It wasn't bad; just a peck that they agreed they would try in between periods. Blaine quickly leant in for a kiss and both of them blushed afterwards, all before he walked her to their fifth hour class. They decided to try again after school but she didn't like the idea of Blaine trying to put his tongue in her mouth, so their rendezvous ended quickly.

His appreciation for kissing grew gradually when he realized that it was a 'gateway' that led to other things. Blaine also noticed that there were certain things he could do when he kissed that sparked certain reactions, and having a girl moan into his mouth was something that turned him on a lot.

And then he met Kurt Hummel.

Kurt Hummel made him moan into Kurt Hummel's mouth, and Blaine's adoration for kissing grew tenfold. He absolutely loved to kiss, and he loved how it felt when their lips were pressed together. He loved how Kurt's fingers pulled on hair at the nape of his neck until his mouth slipped open, and their tongues met smoothly. He adored how Kurt teased the roof of his mouth and sucked on his tongue; he almost melted whenever Kurt would lick a swipe across his lips and kiss each one softly, worshiping his mouth like it was his idol. And whenever he felt light headed and in dire need for oxygen, they'd both inhale at the same moment and every hair on his body would stand up.

Blaine Anderson loved to kiss Kurt Hummel.

Kurt's eyes threatened to roll back when he felt Blaine hum into his mouth. The elder's hands slipped down his sides and into the back pockets of his navy denim jeans, squeezing him roughly and even forcing him back against the doors—the doors that opened slowly and almost caused him to fall out onto the platform of the Lincoln Center and Broadway station. He yelped when he and Blaine almost tumbled out but his boyfriend caught him quickly. Blaine grinned as he dragged Kurt inside and started laughing at the still shocked look on the teen's even paler than usual face, all until Kurt him on his bare, muscled (sexy, Kurt thought)arm.

"That wasn't funny at all!"

Blaine laughed anyway and Kurt rolled his eyes, a smile slowly breaking onto his face. And then he laughed because that was kind of funny, and Blaine held him close as the train doors closed again.

"You okay?"

Kurt's fingers teased along Blaine's arms as he answered. "I had my Superman here to protect me."

Blaine mocked gag. "You're cheesy, darling."

Kurt stuck his tongue out before he kissed him again quickly. The train started with a jerk and both laughed again as they almost fell over, before Blaine realized he'd better hold onto something.

His arm grabbed onto a pole above Jeff's head, and that was when Kurt realized that they weren't alone. Nope. They were on a train with all of his friends and Mr. Schue and a bunch of people he didn't know. And he just pretty much made out with Blaine against the doors of said train. It was totally out of character for him to do and he knew his old friends would agree.

The first person he noticed was Santana because of her blatant 'you're having amazing sex Hummel' face, and then he saw Finn only shake his head with a look of sheer disappointment. Rachel sat next to Chandler, rolling her eyes away, and his ex watched him sadly before looking down at his hands. Then there was Puck who had to stand up to get a good view because they were on the same side of the train, but the way he started a slow clap that Justin felt the need to contribute to did nothing to help his situation.

Blaine wasn't paying anyone much attention, instead looking down at his sneakers as the train rode quickly along its route. But then when Puck started to clap, he glanced back and realized they were being watched. He quickly turned back to Kurt with a fearful expression before mouthing 'I'm sorry.'

Kurt sighed at him and shook his head no. "Don't be." he said. Puck stopped clapping and slapped five with Santana, but Kurt ignored them. "I kissed you."

Blaine looked back at the New Directions and saw Mercedes shoot him a hopeful look. He smiled a bit and shrugged. Tina nodded at the exchange. That was all she needed to know that Mercedes knew more than she let on. Blaine then glanced back and saw Chandler absently smoothing out his tight jeans. The train came to another stop and Kurt stood up off the doors, holding onto the pole Blaine did as people got on and off.

"Baby."

Kurt turned back with a soft smile. "Yeah?"

"Are you still thinking about talking to him?"

Kurt sighed as he glanced over there and Chandler was watching them. He looked back to Blaine after Rachel gave him a less that polite look. "I think I need to. I think… he deserves that much."

Blaine listened and shrugged. "When we get off to transfer you need to do it then… while we wait for the next train." He licked his lips as the doors closed again. The conductor announced which station would be next as he resumed. "I have no intentions of sharing you when we get to the carnival, Kurt."

Kurt nodded. "Okay honey."

It was clear to see how tense Blaine was even though the boy nodded and looked away. Kurt placed his hand over Blaine's on the pole and smiled when his boyfriend looked at him because of it.

"Will you let me win you a few stuffed animals at the carnival?" Kurt asked with an adorable smirk.

Blaine smiled and nodded hard. "I'd love that. Can I name all of them Kurt?"

Kurt giggled and it took Blaine right back to their first meeting in Odyssey. He got chills and had to stop himself from blurting 'it' out. He did a good job as Kurt nodded.

"You can name them whatever you want, dork."

Blaine smiled. "I'll put them all over my room."

Kurt rolled his eyes playfully and Blaine kissed his hand, right over the finger that sported the ring. Kurt watched as Blaine's lips left his hand and they caught eyes, both smiling coyly.

….

A few stops later and the group exited the train at the 96th street station. It was a bit of a walk to where the 1 train would stop, but at Mr. Schue's discretion they all stayed together and Puck didn't wander off after the cougars he saw. They ended up on the other side of the station, Mike pushing Artie as they spoke with Tina, and Kurt and Blaine trailing behind the group as they walked; constantly bumping shoulders. Once they arrived, Mr. Schue reeled them in.

"Almost there everyone! Who's excited?"

Quinn opened her book to where her finger kept the page. Justin watched as he pulled his headphones from off his ears and let them sit around his neck. He and Quinn walked together after getting off the last train. Neither said anything but neither was uncomfortable, either. He thought about bringing up small talk the entire time but didn't know where to start. But after getting a glance at what she was reading, he smiled and stepped over.

"So is that your anchor?"

Quinn glanced up at him with a smile that he couldn't help but return. She looked back down at the book and gave him a confused albeit intrigued look. "What do you mean?"

Justin put the mp3 player in his pocket and smiled at her. "Your anchor… you know," he thought for a second, "the thing that keeps you grounded to your childhood. I mean it's Alice in Wonderland after all and that screams 'anchor'."

Quinn looked at the cover and gave a small shrug. "I guess you can say that. I've read it a hundred times but it takes me back there," she smiled and glanced up, shrugging again, "to when I was little."

"And things were easier." Justin added.

The girl nodded. "Exactly."

He held out a hand and introduced himself. "I'm Justin Palmers."

Quinn took it and shook politely, and Justin wasn't so quick to let her hand go. "Sam told us who you were. It's really nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine… Quinn right?"

She smiled. "Quinn Fabray. So, Justin. What is your anchor?"

Justin gave the girl her hand back and thought about how to answer. "Mine is actually a picture of me, my older sister, and my cousin. We were a lot younger… life was so much easier. I keep it in my wallet."

Quinn nodded. "Can I see younger you or do you get funny about that?"

Justin laughed. "I'm missing a few teeth in the picture so don't laugh." he pulled out his wallet and Quinn smiled as she waited.

The picture was of Ian, himself, and Justin's older sister Jennifer at Christmas one year. They were in front of the tree and Ian held up a skateboard, Jennifer a pink Gameboy Color and a toothless, grinning Justin was sitting on a bicycle. He smiled at it before showing the girl and Quinn took it, a typical 'awwww' leaving her lips at sight of Justin. He smirked shook his head.

"You're adorable. And wow you and your sister are almost identical with those smiles… and they eyes."

"Yeah," Justin accepted it back and slipped it into his back pocket, "she has almost five years on me but we both look exactly like our mother."

Quinn nodded. "If I asked what your anchor helped you escape from would that be asking for too much? I mean we've been talking for like two minutes and all."

Justin smirked but shook his head no. "It's fine." He continued after seeing a whole new group of people approaching the platform, "I like to go back there because it reminds me of when mom was actually around." Quinn looked up again and Justin quickly spoke, "They're divorced… my parents. I live with my dad and my sister… well and her boyfriend, too."

Though he wore a smile Quinn could see the hurt that Justin was trying to hide. "I imagine it was hard without her. Well I'm sure it still is."

"I've gotten by." he told her. "I'm not proud of my actions sometimes but I've gotten by."

Quinn nodded as she glanced around at her friends. They were all in their own circles talking and what not. Puck was strumming his guitar as he listened to whatever Mercedes and Nick were talking about. She looked back at Justin and spoke.

"It seems like you're hard on yourself at times."

He smirked and rubbed at his forehead. "Well yeah. Sometimes."

Quinn frowned a bit. "Think of this. I had everything… two parents, the perfect older sister… we were well off, I was a cheerleader who got good grades and dated the school quarterback."

Justin looked proud almost. "Wow."

"Yeah," Quinn shook her head, "but I messed that up with one stupid mistake, and now I've pretty much lost everything."

Justin smiled. "Even the quarterback? Because if so he's a dumb ass. You're amazing."

"You don't know me," Quinn told him, and Justin listened closely as they locked eyes. "I really messed up. And the quarterback finally got what he wants." She glanced over to Finn who stood with Rachel, the couple cuddled closely. Justin frowned.

"Him? You can do better than him."

Quinn laughed. "He's a good guy, Justin. But what I was trying to say is you shouldn't be hard on yourself. I'm sure life gets difficult at times, and because of that you won't always make levelheaded decisions. But then there are people like me who have the world and throw it all away."

Justin listened closely and nodded. They fell quiet only for a moment, and then he spoke again. "You may've thrown it all away but I bet there's someone out there who's willing to give you the world all over again. Forget about that guy."

Quinn laughed lightly and tried to hide her blush by looking to see if the train was coming. It wasn't. "You must be quite the ladies' man in California, huh?"

"You could say that," Justin answered honestly. "Not too proud of it but it's a lot easier than commitment."

Quinn looked back at him and nodded. "Well I hope you find someone that's worth trying to commit for."

Justin smiled softly and nodded. "Thank you."

….

Blaine stood alone with his hands in his pockets, trying not to think too hard. He also tried not to look over at Kurt and Chestnut because he didn't want to see them together; especially knowing that Cedric was probably saying snide remarks to his boyfriend about them and being completely disrespectful. Still, he knew Kurt would handle it on his own. He also knew Kurt was his. That was enough to calm him down a bit.

"You okay over here, my fair dwarf?"

Blaine looked away from the tracks and found the chick that threatened him earlier. Santana was her name, he recalled. He rolled his eyes away and went back to what he was doing.

Santana smirked. "C'mon curly. I'm one of the people on your side. You ."

Blaine shrugged. "Don't need anyone on my side. I have Kurt."

"Oh really?" Santana walked around his side and stood in front of him. Blaine looked up at her with what appeared to be utter boredom and the girl smirked. "You have Kurt on your side? You mean the Kurt that's standing on Chandler's side right now or another Kurt?"

Blaine looked away and ignored her even further.

"So oompa loompa,"she rolled her neck and glanced over to Kurt, "how's Burt Hummel warming up to you?"

Blaine smirked at the question. Was Burt even warming up to him? They sort of tolerated each other but he didn't think they had a relationship. At least not at this point. "He's trying." Blaine said. "I think. For Kurt of course."

Santana hummed. "If he sees what the rest of us see I'm sure you'll be fine."

Blaine looked at her finally and the Latina was looking around the station. "You know Chandler was supposed to meet him a couple times but he backed out. Each time Kurt showed up to the choir room looking really sad about it but Chandler shrugged it off and rescheduled. Eventually Kurt gave up."

Blaine listened. "Yeah?"

She nodded. "So I'm sure you get major points for trying."

Blaine wondered if Burt saw it that way. He did let Kurt stay with him some nights so it was a possibility. He doubted Kurt ever spent the night with Chandler and if he did they probably didn't stay in the same room. "Why don't you hate me like the rest of them?"

Santana smiled a bit and it was genuine unlike the smirk she'd been wearing previously. "What so ever do you mean, curly?"

Blaine looked over to his boyfriend and saw him wearing a look of exasperation as he spoke to his ex. "You're over here checking up on me. No one else gives a damn."

She shook her head. "It might be because I'm not an idiot and I choose not to push the obvious away. Chandler is a dick, put simply. I'm not going to hold back because he and I, short stuff, we have a mutual dislike for one another." Blaine nodded as she continued, "He had no clue how to be in a relationship and didn't want to listen to advice from his friends."

"What do you mean?" he questioned curiously.

Santana thought about how to phrase this as she stared at the few curls escaping the hood of Blaine's sweater. "Let's see the nicest way to put this." The girl twirled her pearls around her finger, "The entire relationship was one sided. Chandler complained 24/7 about every fucking thing he could think of, he was and is completely full of himself, he has this idea that everyone owes him something, and most of all he neglected Kurt and his feelings. So all the people you see on his side right now, they seemed to think that Kurt and Chandler completed each other. Fucking idiots."

Blaine glanced around and the girl spoke more, "Anyway, you could tell Kurt wasn't satisfied by looking at him. I told him after 3 weeks he could do better if he was alone but Kurt and I weren't exactly BFFs. He didn't want to hear my thoughts on the matter. Not only that, but you could sense Kurt didn't want to hurt Chandler and in my opinion he didn't think he'd ever find anyone else." the boy nodded at her and Santana shrugged. "I think the only reason he said yes when doofus asked to date him was because they were both gay, and after the whole Karofsky thing, Chandler was there for him."

Blaine raised one eyebrow. "Karofsky?"

Santana realized they hadn't gotten there in their discussions and sighed. "Dave Karofsky. He's this dumb jock that used to give Kurt a lot of shit. He bullied him every day and it got worst after Kurt joined glee. Karofsky even got kicked out at one point like in the beginning of the school year, and then Chandler transferred in during that period."

Blaine absently licked his lips as she continued.

"They bonded over bully stories I assume… I don't really give a damn what they spoke about to be honest, and there was this long period where they'd send flirty texts. That died down and for a while they were just friends. Karofsky came back but he laid-off of them, but that didn't stop other assholes from saying things. It wasn't nearly as bad, though. Chandler asked Kurt out around mid-March and he said yes and they were just terrible together. Just terrible."

Blaine soaked in all of the information and sighed. "You know I can barely get Kurt to tell me about the bullying. It kind of sucks to know he spilled everything to him."

Santana shrugged. "Maybe he doesn't want to depress the fuck out of you. You and Hummel seem happy. Hell, I've been watching the both of you and it's clear that he's over the moon for you. The love is pouring from your eyes each time you look at each other and it disgusts me to no end. I literally feel sick."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Would you think that if I said I don't consider myself gay? Well… I mean before I met him I wasn't into guys or anything."

"We Googled you at the hotel so we know."

Blaine looked scared. Who knows what they found? It probably wasn't anything good. "Really? And you're still 'on my side'?"

Santana nodded. "Basically. Did you hear anything I just said about Kiehl? The three blind mice could see that you and porcelain are in love. They could see that he and Chandler had zero chemistry, and I'm sure they'd be on your side too. Chandler wouldn't even kiss him on the cheek when it was just us around… I'm not talking about when we were in public, I mean if we were at one of our houses or something. If you have a hot piece of ass like Hummel and don't want to make him feel loved at every given opportunity, you're a jackass. That's why I'm on your side."

Blaine smiled and Santana smirked at him. "You know we haven't said the 'L' word yet so chill out a bit."

She gave him a face. "Why not?"

"Well most importantly it'll be a week that we were together tomorrow." Blaine gave her an obvious face back. "I don't want to scare him off."

She scoffed. "Yeah because that's possible."

"Could be," Blaine said. "I'm waiting for him to say that this is all too much and that he realized he could do better."

Santana flipped her hair as she checked for the train. She noticed it was one on the opposite side as she spoke. "It doesn't get much better than the love of your life, short stack."

Blaine smirked, waiting for the noise to subside before responding. "I don't like the short jokes."

"Ok hobbit," she motioned over to Brittany, "I'm going back to my girlfriend and the others. Are you okay over here or do you wanna come talk with us?"

Blaine shook his head after glancing at Jeff and the others talking. "I'm fine."

Santana read his face clearly and decided the answer was unacceptable. "Well I'm not asking anymore. Bring your leprechaun ass." Santana's hips swayed as she went back over to the others and Blaine took another glance at Kurt with Chunky Monkey before going to join. He huffed, walking behind her and after a few seconds they were with the group.

Nick smiled at Blaine and bumped fist with him. "What's up, bro?"

"Hey," Blaine put his hand back in his pocket and gave the others a head nod. He settled in next to Mercedes as the conversation continued.

"I'd probably go to school out here though." Jeff thought aloud. Mike shrugged. He didn't know if his parents would be on board with New York. "I can see myself at Julliard for dance really."

Nick nodded. "I thought about applying to NYADA but didn't want to come out here by myself next year—"

"Did someone say NYADA?" Rachel unhinged herself from Finn and poked her head into the conversation. The others gave her a confused look but Mercedes only shook her head. She knew exactly where this was going. "Kurt and I wanted to apply there our senior year. Well before he left. I don't know what he wants to do now since his…" she glanced at Blaine, "tastes have seemed to morph into something completely different." Like a phase, she thought.

Nick looked at Jeff and smiled. "That's awesome. If Kurt really wants to get into NYADA, being accepted at Pace can totally give him that extra push. Blaine too." Nick smiled at his best friend who was thinking about this all. He shrugged.

"I never even heard of NYADA."

Rachel smirked. "It's the New York Academy of the Dramatic Arts and it is only for elite young performers. The school is extremely competitive and out of all of us talking about getting in, to have one of us actually accepted in would be a challenge. Though of course I'm positive one of us would be accepted. Chandler and Kurt talked about getting into NYADA all the time, but he's going to medical school to be a surgeon." she said with a smile.

"How'd that work out?" Blaine asked. "The 'Chandler and Kurt' I mean?"

Puck snorted as he adjusted the knobs of his guitar and Rachel glared at Blaine.

"Burn." Jeff said with a smirk.

Finn stepped closer and Blaine rolled his eyes at him.

"You are applying right?" Mercedes asked him. "Because he's been texting me about Pace since he's gotten to Long Beach and something tells me he's going to want you there."

Nick smiled. "You're absolutely right."

Blaine shrugged at them but Jeff spoke next. "Imagine senior year with the four of us dude."

That did sound pretty good. And he'd be doing something he liked, with someone he loved. Yes. He could admit that much in his head. "Kurt and I talked about this in bed the other morning and—"

"Waankyyy," Santana sang with a smirk, laughing when Brittany wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. Mercedes snorted when her boyfriend started doing body rolls and Artie laughed, wheeling himself back a little. He didn't need all that in his face.

Blaine smiled and continued, almost laughing when Puck started playing Marvin Gaye's Let's Get it On on his guitar. "We were talking and he said maybe I should do orchestra." Rachel listened and couldn't believe this guy had a talent other than popping wheelies. Google hadn't told her that. "If I didn't want to sing, which I'm not so sure I do."

"Ugh come on," Jeff smiled, "Justin told me your voice is so sexy I'm sure you'd get in. C'mon."

Puck made a face at Jeff's word choice but stopped playing as Blaine spoke again. "I have a thing about singing around people but I don't mind doing orchestra."

"I don't care what you do. Get your ass in so your boyfriend can have an amazing senior year." Nick hit him on the arm and Blaine stumbled back, smiling as he shrugged.

"Ok. I'll talk to him about it."

Rachel looked from Blaine over to Kurt, turning her body to face him and Chandler.

….

"So if you're just going to stand here nodding your head and saying nothing, I may as well walk away." Kurt stated.

Chandler looked down at his denim vest and played with a few buttons, nodding his head in response. Kurt shook his head and glanced around. He saw Justin making Quinn laugh and smiled at them, then he looked over to the group and found Blaine there talking with him. His eyes went wide for a second; shocked (but pleased) that Blaine decided against being anti-social and wanted to talk with his old friends. He smiled at that too before looking back at Chandler; the blonde eyeing him now.

Kurt sighed. "Welp, I guess I can think you for wasting my time. I'm going back to everyone else."

"I wasted your time?" Chandler smiled at that, stepping aside for a dad pushing a stroller. The man nodded his thanks and continued walking as the teen spoke again, "I'm sorry about that, Kurt. You only made a fool of me in front of all of our friends so forgive me for taking a few minutes from your precious life with him."

Kurt nodded, absently smoothing the dark denim jeans he wore. "I'm the one who made a fool of you?" he shook his head, "If you want to look at it that way, fine. I didn't come over here to argue. I said sorry and there isn't much more I can do."

"I want to look at it that way because it's the truth." Chandler said with a shrug. "But the sad thing is you're going to need someone that really knows you to be there for you. This little phase won't last forever, Kurt. We know he's straight, and you better believe a girl will come along and she'll be more appealing than you, and you'll be out of a boyfriend. Then your real friends will be there to say I told you so."

Kurt only looked at Chandler for a moment, but the boy wasn't done. "And I'm really disappointed in you in the first place. You're going to let someone like that break your heart? You probably let him be your first… someone like him," Chandler laughed a bit, glancing over at Blaine. He was busy in a conversation with Mercedes and Mike. "Someone who prides himself on how high he can go on a bicycle," he smirked and looked back at Kurt, "and you used to have me, Kurt. I'm going to be a doctor in 15 years and he's going to be what? A has-been? One of those guys who talk about the glory days while he lives off of your success?"

Kurt smiled and stepped closer to his ex, rocking back and forth on his heels as he tried to maintain control of his voice. "You know what Chandler? Since you seem so interested in the outcome of my relationship, which in all actuality you know nothing about," Kurt smiled when they locked eyes, "I'm going to give you tips for future relationships. You kind of sucked at being a boyfriend… and I don't mean in the good way."

Chandler tensed and was about to speak, but Kurt held up his hand. "When your boyfriend says something, listen to him. It's not hard. I listened to you when you had something to say and that was pretty much all the fucking time." Kurt explained with a hint of anger in his voice.

Puck stopped playing the chords he'd been working on when Artie wheeled his chair around. Blaine was talking to Jeff about something Quarterfinals related when Santana told them to shut up.

"Porcelain is putting the ass wipe in his place."

Tina and Finn turned to look in their direction.

"If he wants to hold your hand it's not because he's clingy. It's because he wants to hold your hand." Kurt said clearly, "And if he breaks up with you, trying to give him a hand job is not the way to go."

Chandler looked around to make sure nobody had heard that, but a few ladies glanced at him as they walked by. Chandler was heated when he turned back around.

"Oh, here's one," Kurt smiled, "don't make up some love story in your head and act like everything was amazing between us, because it wasn't. You didn't love me and I didn't love you. We don't belong together, no matter what people tell you, and you shouldn't wait until you lose what you had to realize that it was something good." Chandler felt like he'd been punched in the gut as Kurt said the words, "People told me it was clear that I wasn't happy but I wanted to be a good boyfriend for you, Chandler. We both had difficult backstories and I figured maybe we could help each other past it, but in reality you didn't give a damn about anyone but yourself."

"Just because you didn't love me back doesn't mean I didn't love you."

"Oh please," Kurt shook his head and stepped away. "Spare me. You loved yourself, Chandler. Even if I wanted to love you there was no space for me to do so."

Chandler nodded.

"And just because you're so nice and giving me so much darling advice about how to handle Blaine, listen to me," the train could be heard approaching in the distance as Kurt spoke, "no matter what type of doctor you are, or how successful you become, if you don't learn how to be a part of a healthy relationship… someone to share it all with, none of it will make you happy."

Chandler listened to him but shrugged after a while, willing himself not to shed a tear. "You're in a healthy relationship? Well more power to you, Kurt. I hope you don't walk in on him and girl next week, because when you do I don't want to hear about it."

Kurt smiled and nodded as Blaine walked up behind him. "Well since you don't care about anyone but yourself anyway, you won't have to worry about hearing from me ever again. How about that?" he felt Blaine take his hand and turned around. Blaine looked away from Chandler and to Kurt and stared the boy in his eyes.

"Everything ok, beautiful?"

Kurt smiled at him, stepping forward and kissing him softly. "I want a seat this time. Let's go."

Chandler rolled his eyes away when Blaine glanced back at him, but when the teen looked like he might approach he cleared his throat and walked away. Joining Finn, Rachel, Tina, and Mike, he boarded the train at another entrance.

Kurt led the way onto the train and sat in a corner seat for two, smiling when Blaine slid in next to him. The rider put his feet up on the seats across from them and placed his arm atop Kurt's chair.

"So what happened with you and the other guy?"

Kurt smiled at the question. "You're not even going to try and give him a nickname this time?"

"He isn't worth it," Blaine smiled as they caught eyes. "But you're amazing."

"I'm really happy you kissed me a week ago. I just felt like saying that." Kurt admitted with a grin. Blaine's cheeks blushed a bit and looked down but Kurt only moved closer, laying his head on his shoulder. "But as for what we spoke about, he didn't have nice things to say about you or me." Blaine hummed as he listened, "I of course took that as an opportunity to help him like I always did." He smiled to himself as he reminisced. "Silly me."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh," Kurt sat up to speak, not minding at all when he was kissed softly out of the blue. Blaine kissed him chastely as he cupped the boys chin, and Kurt smiled just as softly when he looked away. "Well," he cleared his throat and continued, "most of the time I helped him through… basically everything. There wasn't anything he couldn't talk to me about. So I told him the next boyfriend he gets, he should make sure they can do the same with him. Instead of it being so one sided, you know?"

Blaine nodded. "Why did you always tell me he was such a good guy?"

Kurt laughed a little at that. What a great question. "I don't know… he was my friend? I … I don't know." he shrugged, "When we first met I was going through a rough spell and he did usher me through that. But it hit its peak and then that was the end of it." Blaine looked over at Chandler and Kurt stroked his knee. "It doesn't matter. I just want to have fun with you and the people that still do respect me."

Blaine nodded, leaning closer to Kurt and wrapping his arms around him. "I'll make sure you have a good evening babe."

Kurt smiled. I'll make sure you do too. "So you made new friends?" his boyfriend rolled his eyes but Kurt couldn't see it, watching Sam give stripper lessons by demonstrating on the poles. Justin was all over it.

"They're cool. I learned a lot about you too."

Kurt closed his eyes. "Oh god."

"Nothing bad." The train stopped and Mr. Schue announced there were only two more. "But things we can talk about when we get home. Like what song we're performing to get us into Pace."

Kurt's eyes opened and he looked up at his boyfriend, wriggling out of his grasp. Blaine bit his lip into a smile and ended up laughing when he was tackled into a hug.

The New Directions glanced back and Nick smiled at the sight.

"They're gonna make me puke." Santana said.

"I can't believe this!" Kurt slapped Blaine's hand away when it crept to his ass, "Are you serious?"

Blaine nodded. "I'm serious."

Kurt hugged him again and Blaine laughed, trying not to fall off his seat. It was little moments like these that he lived for.

….

The walk over to Riverside Park was eventful. It was a bit before 7 and the sun was still up. The city was beautiful, everyone was a lot less tense, and Mr. Schue didn't have to stop to break up fights. Needless to say, he was happy.

Jeff skated in the street while the others walked in groups on the sidewalk. They passed by the Columbia University campus and Blaine looked around curiously, wondering what it'd be like to live here and go to school year. Obviously his friends put thought into that but California was pretty much all he knew.

Kurt led him along by the hand as he laughed with Mercedes. She'd been glancing down at his ring every few seconds and eventually Kurt caught what was happening.

"My boyfriend gave it to me since I know you'll ask."

"What?" Mercedes laughed and looked ahead to Justin and Puck, "What makes you think I was going to ask something so personal?"

"Maybe because you're Mercedes Jones?" he responded with a grin, "I don't know but that could be it."

Blaine smiled at them until he heard his phone going off. He quickly dug in his pocket and pulled it out, almost pressing ignore at the name that flashed across the screen. Kurt looked back at him when Blaine's hand tightened around his a bit, and he gave a look of concern when he saw Blaine's mood change before his eyes.

"Who is it?"

Blaine licked his lips and pressed accept, steadily walking with his boyfriend and a few of his friends. "Hello?"

Jeff kicked his board up and stepped onto the sidewalk with the rest of them.

"Blaine," Peter said into the phone, "I have your money. The one grand."

Blaine pulled the phone back and looked around for Nick. He was far ahead of them on the phone himself, probably with Naomi. Blaine sighed and put the phone back, shaking his head at his worried boyfriend. "Who is this?"

There was a hesitation before the boy bit back. "It's Peter. Where are you I have your money."

Jeff and Kurt looked at the curly haired teen with question but he remained cool. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Peter groaned. "Blaine! The money we bet the other day! The thousand I owed you if you came in first! I have the money so stop being an ass and come get it."

Blaine smirked and responded. "Petey I honestly don't know what you're talking about. Are you sure you're okay dude?"

"Fuck." The line clicked off and Blaine shook his head, putting the phone back in his pocket.

"What was that about?" Jeff asked.

"Is everything ok?" Kurt added.

Blaine nodded. "It was Peter saying he had the money. He's full of shit."

Jeff smiled. "Wait—did he really have it? Are you getting it?"

Blaine shook his head no. "I think he was trying to get me in trouble. He was probably recording the damn conversation for all I know."

Kurt frowned, shaking his head and looking forward. Mercedes watched him for a while and looked ahead as well. They heard the people in the front cheer as view of the park and the carnival there came into sight. Blaine looked at the less than happy look on his boyfriend's face and decided there was no way Peter was ruining his night from across the fucking country. He pulled Kurt into him and picked him up around the thighs, hoisting him in the air.

As usual, Kurt death gripped his shoulders and gave a threat. "Blaine if you drop me—"

"I'll put you down when you say you're not going to let assholes ruin our evening. Can you tell me that?"

Kurt smiled as Blaine slowly started to twirl them. "I can tell you that as long as you say… stop spinning us," he laughed. Blaine smiled and slowed down a bit, "say that when we get home you won't do anything stupid."

Blaine nodded as he stopped completely.

Mr. Schue glanced back at them and smiled. "We're waiting for you two love birds."

Finn watched as Blaine looked up and saw them watching. The teen sighed and dropped his boyfriend, steadily holding him close.

"Look at me."

Kurt turned back with a smile. "Come on they're waiting."

"I promise I won't do anything stupid. I don't want to hurt my uncle or you or myself, but promise me you won't let anyone ruin your night."

Kurt nodded. "I promise, sweetie." He gave Blaine an odd look but the boy only smiled.

"Ok. Let's go."

….

"When do we get food?"

Mr. Schue rolled his sleeves up as he prepared to play High Striker. Jeff watched the man accept the hammer and took a step back.

"We just got here. Don't you want to work up an appetite before we go to the food court?"

Jeff scoffed. "I'm worked up already."

Will stepped forward and hit the block as hard as he could. The hammer made a thundering noise at the contact, and sure enough he rang the bell at the top. The people watching cheered and he smiled, winning a few more tickets in result. "Give everyone an hour, okay? We'll eat before we leave."

Jeff sighed but nodded. He looked around and saw Justin with the Quinn chick and smiled, skating over.

After a few kicks and pushes, his skateboard led him to the skeet ball game they played. He picked his board up and stood at the other side of Quinn, a knowing smile on his face.

"Hey Jus. Hello little lady."

Quinn smiled at him as she picked up a ball. "Hi Jeff."

Justin glanced at his friend and smiled. "Where have you been?"

Jeff watched as Quinn's ball landed in the 20 point item. "I started out with Puck and Artie but they're trying to work up a plan to get booze and I want no part in that." Quinn smiled, "And then I found Sam, Mercedes, Kurt, Blaine, Tina, and Mike and hung out with them for a while, but then I got hungry. So I was going to come find Mr. Schue but I saw Chandler alone looking at his cell phone and I went to talk to him but he ignored me, whatever," Jeff rolled his eyes at the thought and Justin listened, watching Quinn get another ball, "and then I passed Finn and Rachel and they were all making out by these slot machines and I lost my appetite for a full minute, but then it came back and I found Schue but he said we'll eat later. Now I'm here."

"You can probably find a hot dog cart around here. I think we passed one," Quinn fist pumped and clapped a little when she landed a 50 and Justin smirked, pulling out the tickets that dispensed, "That'll hold you over until we go to the food court."

Jeff smiled gratefully. "Do you remember where?"

"You can't sniff it down like you do everything else?" Justin asked sarcastically. Quinn smiled but pointed him in the direction.

"Not too far from where we came in at," she said.

"Thank you, Quinn." He rolled his eyes at Justin and skated off.

She smiled and looked around. "What next?"

Justin led the way to another game where a bunch of kids surrounded. The booth said 'Fish Bowl' and a girl who must've just lost was crying.

"Hold on," he smiled at Quinn and stepped forward.

The gentleman asked the girl if she wanted to try again and she only cried louder. He looked genuinely scared, glancing around for her parents.

"Can I try for her?" Justin asked. The little girl with the pig tails wiped her eyes and looked up.

"Sure," the man handed him a ping pong ball. "Ten tickets will get you five tries."

Justin nodded and handed them over. "What do I do?"

"Try and get the ball into one of the fish bowls and you win a fish."

Justin looked over at the fish bowls. There were 12 bowls kind of close to one another but far from the counter. No wonder the little girl couldn't win. "What kind of fish?"

The gentleman gestured over to the prizes; goldfish in little baggies of water. "This is all I have."

Justin nodded and stepped forward. He smiled at the girl and looked up at the fish bowls, aiming the ping pong ball and tossing it. It hit the corner of one bowl, and then another, before finally falling to the floor. The girl frowned and Justin smiled at her before trying again.

"I have four more. Relax."

She nodded and watched.

Justin took another breath before tossing another. It landed in one of the bowls on the third row and the kids cheered. Quinn laughed at the outburst as the man walked over to the fish.

"Not that one!" the girl shook her head no and pointed at a fish to the left of the one the man picked up. "Him! Sir Swimsalot!"

The employee shook his head. "They're the exact same thing." he mumbled. He did smile when the girl and her friends skipped off with the fish.

Quinn grinned as she approached, settling into the boy's side. "That was sweet of you."

Justin shrugged and his blue eyes were bright as he asked the next question. "Three balls left. Do you want a goldfish?"

Quinn smiled back. "I'd love a goldfish, Justin."

"Call me Jus." he smiled and looked back at the bowls. "How about this guy? I call which bowl I want to toss it into, you give me four fish."

The man smiled. "No."

"C'mon," Justin grinned as he tossed it in the air and caught it. "I call the bowl. If I get it into a different one I get nothing and of course if I don't get it in any I get nothing. What do you say?"

The man looked back, rubbing his mustache. "Fine."

Quinn quirked an eyebrow as she watched. "I'll even pick the hardest one. The last row, third bowl."

He smirked. "Deal."

Justin nodded, picking up the ball. He aimed and tossed it and missed, throwing a little too hard. Quinn winced and the man smiled.

"Two more tries."

Justin got another ping pong ball and tried again, smiling and tossing again. This time it was way too soft and missed the first row of fish bowls.

Quinn laughed as she pulled hair out of her face. "I want my fish Jus."

"I have another ball," he tossed it in the air and caught it, winking at the girl before tossing. The ball sailed perfectly to the bowl he called and the man groaned when it happened. Justin and Quinn gave each other high fives as the man went over to the prizes.

"Maybe I should've taken that basketball scholarship." He said aloud, smiling when the man glared at him.

Quinn's eyes went wide. "You turned down a basketball scholarship?"

Justin looked at her. "Long, long, story, baby girl. I did, though."

The man approached with four baggies. "Thanks for playing 'Fish Bowl'."

Justin smiled and said thank you. "Which one do you want?"

Quinn pointed. "Her."

"How do you know it's a girl?"

"Because her name is Alice," Quinn smiled as she walked away and Justin smiled, gathering the others and following. They walked for a couple minutes and the girl peeked back at him.

"What are you doing with three goldfish exactly?"

Justin shrugged. "I don't know. Probably giving them away—oh look, there's Kurt's ex." He jogged over to the grass where the boy sat and Chandler looked up at him.

"Here you go." Justin placed the fish down beside him and smiled before turning away. Chandler looked down at it and looked back up, watching Justin go with the most confusion he'd ever felt before looking down at the fish again.

"That was sweet of you."

Justin nodded. "I know." They smiled at one another before Kurt and Blaine walked past.

"He still wets the bed," Blaine said. Quinn rolled her eyes at him and Kurt looked down at the random goldfish that was placed in his hands before Justin was walking off again. Quinn hurried to catch up and smiled when Justin stopped at another game.

"I dare you to play Dunk Tank with me."

Quinn looked up at the line. "I don't think I want to make someone fall in the water."

Justin smiled. "What if I got in there?"

She pondered for a minute and smiled. "You'd do the Dunk Tank?"

Justin nodded. "Why not? I'm a surfer. Falling in water is nothing new to me."

She laughed and shrugged. "Why not? Don't be mad at me if I hit the target though."

Justin handed her his last fish and stripped out of his shirt. "That's the point." When all the women (and a couple guys) in the vicinity turned to look at him, he smiled and shook his head. Quinn bit her lip and looked away.

….

"I want the huge purple bear."

Kurt nodded. "How many rings do I toss for the huge bear?"

The boy behind the counter with his father looked up. "Oh, that's the grand prize. You have to toss ten rings and get 8 of them."

Blaine looked at Kurt as his boyfriend pulled out some cash. He held the fish that Justin randomly gave Kurt as he watched. "Do you think you can do it?"

Kurt smiled, accepting the rings. "I'll toss these all night if I have to."

The first one he flung landed perfectly over one of the bottles. The little boy smiled as he watched.

"You only need 7 more. No pressure."

Blaine smiled at the kid as Kurt laughed. "Yeah, no pressure."

After a minute, Blaine had a huge purple bear that he hugged as he walked through the carnival. Kurt gave the random fish to Brittany who automatically knew that Lord Tubbington would have a friend for life with it, and Santana didn't bother saying how bad an idea that'd be. They found themselves walking past Mike and Tina and the girl smiled.

"Kurt. Can I talk to—"

"It's fine," Kurt smiled and held his arms out. "Hug me and let's forget about this. Let's put it behind us."

Mike looked at Blaine with the bear that was almost as big as him and the rider glanced around the park. He smirked when he saw Justin drop into the Dunk Tank and Quinn slap five with Nick.

Tina smiled as Kurt hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry. You deserved better and I'm happy you got that."

Mike nodded. "I'm happy for the both of you."

Blaine looked up and smiled softly at them. "Thanks."

"See you around," Mike took Tina's hand and led her off. Blaine hugged Kurt Jr. as he watched them go.

"What do you want to do?"

Kurt shrugged. "How about bumper cars? I've never done that."

Blaine grinned. "Really? C'mon. Oh let me give little Kurt to someone to hold. Your ex looks like he has nothing to do, think he'll watch it."

Kurt smiled. "Baby."

"Fine," Blaine smiled and looked around, "I'll ask Nick to babysit. Stay here."

Kurt nodded and watched him jog off. He looked around and Jeff skated past with a couple stuffed animals for Vickie. He stopped short and smiled at Kurt.

"Ohio! Enjoying yourself?"

Kurt smiled. "I am. Looks like you are…"

Jeff looked down at the kangaroo and stuffed Tweety Bird he had. "I stole these."

"You did not."

"Gotta go," Jeff smirked as he went off again, catching up with Sam and Mercedes. Kurt rolled his eyes.

Blaine snuck up behind him and spun the boy around.

"It costs 3 kisses to get into the bumper cars."

Kurt grinned. "I think its 6 kisses, sir."

"Oh," Blaine thought about it, his hands finding Kurt's waist. "I think you're right. Oh… wait I just remembered. It's actually 10."

"Ten kisses?" Kurt smiled against Blaine's lips, glancing up into his eyes. "I think I can manage that."

Blaine brought him closer to him and exhaled into the first kiss, closing his eyes and falling even deeper when Kurt kissed him a second time. And then a kiss was placed on his chin as the younger teen's hands trailed over his arms and Blaine sighed, losing count and enjoying everywhere Kurt put his lips.

"Get a room."

Blaine smiled as he heard Santana's voice but Kurt only grinned against his lips, not once stopping. And it may've been true that he got a lot more than ten kisses but it didn't matter. Of course it didn't. He loved this.

….

The evening consisted of random contests, and four more stuffed toys later, (a Koala bear named Kurt III, a Mickey Mouse that Kurt won after getting a gazillion tickets on Whack-a-Mole, a Donald Duck that Blaine intended to give to Uncle Don because of reasons, and an adorable stuffed puppy that Kurt said he needed to win because it reminded him of his boyfriend. He was still named Kurt IV) Kurt had succeeded in winning his boyfriend everything he pointed at.

They had two rounds of bumper cars and a few goes at knocking Justin into the Dunk Tank. They snuck into the ball pit and got kicked out because they were too big, and then did the same thing with the bouncy house. They had a couple rides on the Ferris wheel where Blaine and Kurt made out the entire time all before concluding their run at the tea cups where they took more couple-y pictures. You could never have enough.

The couple sat at a table with the others, watching Jeff eat. Kurt made big on his promise and showed Mercedes pictures of Mikey as promised, and everyone found themselves gathered around his cell phone.

"Look at that smile! Oh my goodness!" Quinn had her arms wrapped around Kurt's shoulders as she leant on him, and Blaine watched the girl closely. Justin nudged him in the shoulder.

"Will you calm down?"

Blaine ignored him. She was a little closer than she needed to be.

"This is Blaine's nephew?" Santana asked.

"Cousin," Kurt said, "He's the sweetest little boy ever."

"Look at his little backwards cap!" Mercedes said with a laugh and Blaine shook his head with a smile. He glanced around and saw another game they hadn't played yet, and speaking of Mikey, there was a stuffed animal from one of his favorite Cartoon Network shows. He put down Kurt III next to Justin and motioned over to the game.

"I'll be back."

Justin nodded, towel drying his hair. "Sure."

Blaine pulled out their remaining tickets and approached. It was a balloon darts game and there were only a couple people in line ahead of him.

The guy behind the counter smiled when he saw him approached, handing a couple of the darts to the little boy in front of him.

"C'mon, kid. Pop one and you can get any of these," he motioned to the small stuffed toys behind him.

The little boy took the three darts and focused, and when he popped a balloon his dad cheered. The guy smiled and handed him a little bunny.

"Good job kid. Next?"

Blaine looked around and saw no one else wanted to go. He nodded to the brunette with the green eyes and placed a few tickets down. "How do I get the big Darwin?"

The guy smiled and glanced up at it. "You give me your number and I'll see what I can work out."

Blaine almost laughed at him. "What?"

"I—" the guy laughed and apologized, "I'm sorry. I saw you with the guy earlier and I thought—"

"That he was my boyfriend?" Blaine asked obviously. "Because he is."

The teen nodded with a smile, licking his lips. "He's lucky. You're gorgeous."

Blaine nodded. He knew that. "I'm not interested though. I want the Darwin. How many do I have to pop?"

The guy leant forward on the counter. "I'll give you a discount and maybe you can win it." Blaine listened, "You pop 10 of the tiny balloons on the top row and you get Darwin. Only for 10 tickets because I like you so much."

"Balloon Dart guy totally just winked at Blaine." Jeff took a bite of his pepperoni pizza as Kurt looked at him.

"What?"

Everyone turned back and Chandler looked up from his cell phone. He smiled.

Jeff finished chewing and gestured over to where Blaine was about to play. "I said that guy is totally all over yo man."

"Oh he winked at him again," Puck said. "Let me know if you want me to kick his ass."

Kurt turned back and watched.

Blaine threw one dart and it hit one of the bigger balloons.

"You lost already," the guy said teasingly. "But keep playing and you can get something else."

Blaine shook his head no. "I need Darwin."

"The boyfriend really wants Darwin, huh? That's adorable."

Blaine rolled his eyes, pulling out a stack of money. "It's for my cousin."

"Oh," he nodded, stepping aside and watching Blaine throw again. The man's eyes were clearly on Blaine's arms and Kurt stood up, excusing himself.

"Oh shit," Jeff smiled and slid closer to Brittany. "Shit's about to get real."

Blaine hit one in the second row and winced.

"Look who's coming," the green eyed teen sang.

Blaine turned around and saw Kurt swaying over. His eyes immediately found his hips as they rocked back and forth, and then he looked up at the smirk on his face. Only Kurt wasn't looking at him at all. He was looking at the douche behind the counter.

Oh my god this is hot, Blaine grinned.

"Hey baby," Kurt smiled and pulled him close by his drawstrings, leaning in and sucking on Blaine's lower lip before kissing him. Blaine's eyes went wide as Kurt pulled away with a smile. "What're you up to?"

Blaine stared at him; opening his mouth to respond and closing it again. Kurt smirked at him, glancing at the guy watching. "Hey."

He nodded. "Hello. He was just trying to win the Darwin stuffed animal for his cousin."

Kurt turned back to Blaine with a smile. "Is that right?"

"Can you kiss me like that again?" Blaine asked.

Kurt grinned, leaning in once more kissing his upper lip this time. Blaine closed his eyes but just like that, Kurt was gone.

"How many do I have to pop?"

The man glared at Kurt before responding and Kurt smirked. "Pop 10 of the tiny balloons on the top row and Darwin is all yours."

Kurt nodded; taking Blaine's remaining darts and buying a few more. Blaine watched him.

"The trick is all in the wrist, baby." Kurt turned back and winked and Blaine gulped. Kurt threw the dart and popped the first balloon, smiling as the teen behind the counter bit his lip anxiously.

"I bet they have wild sex on every surface they can find," Puck spoke with Justin. He nodded. Chandler felt the anger bubble in his chest and clutched his fist against the tabletop. By far this was the worst day of his life.

Finn made a face at Puck's thought. "There's some things you don't need to say out loud."

"Shut up, dude."

"That's four," Kurt said, keeping count as he poked his hip out. Blaine watched him play with the dart and roll his wrist for good measure. It was something that probably wasn't meant to be sexual but god did Blaine see it that way.

"Five," Kurt smiled and looked at the next balloon. He'd been going in order and the guy was pretty shocked he'd been hitting them all.

Five throws later, Kurt had hit 10 balloons—all in the top row, all in a row. He smiled at the guy and nodded his thanks, all before turning to Blaine.

"I think I should be rewarded for that later on." He whispered, pulling the hood off of Blaine's head and kissing him on his earlobe. Blaine bit his lip at the feeling and nodded.

"Y-Yeah, you should." He gulped when Kurt's fingers trailed down his chest. "Thank you… for the Darwin, babe. Mikey will love it."

Kurt kissed his cheek. "You're welcome."

Blaine turned around to see Kurt swaying away and their friends smiling as they watched. Blaine grinned and turned back, looking at the older teen going to get the stuffed animal for Mikey.

"He is so fucking hot." Blaine said to himself.

The teen tossed the huge stuffed toy over. "Thanks for playing."

Blaine nodded with a smile. "Thanks for being a douche bag. I'm going to have a blast back at the hotel."

The guy only looked at him.

"Gotta go. Bye." Blaine walked off—he skipped off really, back to their table and across from Kurt. With yet another stuffed toy he had no clue how they'd get to the airport, Blaine sat down and smiled at everyone. Santana gave him a knowing look.

"What are we eating, babe?"

Blaine looked at him with the stupid grin still on his face. "I'll take what you get."

Kurt smiled at him, shaking his head. "Cheeseburger sound okay?"

His boyfriend nodded in response and Kurt stood up, walking off with Sam and Jeff who apparently needed to go for thirds.

Nick walked over and took Kurt's seat, rolling his eyes at his best friend. "Wipe the smile off your face—"

"I need you to flirt with me."

Justin and Nick looked over at him dubiously. Nick shook his head trying to understand. "I—What, Blaine?"

"Flirt with me, dude." Blaine licked his lips and moved closer, leaning on the table. "Nick… when Kurt is jealous he wants me a lot."

Justin smirked. "He always wants you a lot."

Blaine shook his head. "Not when we're outside! Dude… just play with my curls or something."

Nick got up and walked away and Blaine frowned. Quinn shook her head at all of them.

"You guys are interesting to say the least."

Blaine tried to think up another plan when his phone started ringing.

"I'm the only sane one," Justin looked for a place he could buy a t-shirt or something since he lost his. "Me… and sometimes Kurt."

"David. What's up?"

Blaine held the phone to his ear and listened. "How goes it bro? Does Kurt miss me?"

Blaine rolled his eyes at the question, and then rolled it again when Rachel came over and sat down across from him. "No he doesn't."

"He texted me twice today."

Blaine scoffed. "So?"

"Are you jealous?"

Blaine smirked. Jealous. "David… I need you to do me a favor when we get back."

David hummed. "Ok? Sure."

"Ok," Blaine looked around as he spoke, "When we get back, I need you to… flirt with me."

Justin rolled his eyes at him and Blaine turned away, now facing the university outside the park. "It's important."

"Um." He could hear David scratching his beard. "Why?"

Blaine shook his head. Why was everyone so difficult? "None of that is important. Just do it."

"Okay," David's confused voice sounded appropriately confused as he spoke again, "What am I doing exactly?"

Blaine thought about it while playing with Kurt Jr.'s ears. "Maybe you can tell me I have nice cheekbones?"

David cleared his throat. "Wow. You know what? No… I don't think so…"

"Please?"

There was slight hesitation and Blaine bit his lip. "Do I get to spend more time with Kurt?"

A few kids ran by screaming as Blaine shook his head. "No."

"Then no I won't do it."

"You're not a good friend." Blaine said.

David laughed into his ear and sighed. "Whatever bro. Are you near Jus? He's not answering his phone and it's important."

"Sure," Blaine tapped his friend on his naked shoulder and rolled his eyes. How hard was it to keep up with a shirt, really? "David wants to speak to you."

Jus quirked an eyebrow but took it. He held the phone to his ear and said hello.

"Yo. What's up with your phone?"

Justin answered as he looked up, watching Nick talk with Jeff, Kurt and Sam. "It died after we left the theater. I fell asleep before charging it last night. What's up?"

"I've been texting you since I woke up. That party was crazy last night, man. You'll never guess who I saw."

Justin moved his hair out of his face. "Who?"

"The chick! You know… the one you're all smiley over... she was there!"

"Dude? Really?" Justin looked at Quinn and smiled. "What happened?"

"I saw her come in with Jose and Shane, and I was a little drunk so I didn't want to say anything to her, right? But she recognized me and asked where you were! And I told her you went away with Kurt and the guys and she looked disappointed, but then I let her knowthat you really wanted to talk to her but we never see her around."

Justin's eyes went wide and Blaine hugged Kurt Jr. as he watched the blonde smile. "And? Please say there's more."

David finished swallowing something. "Of course there's more. She asked if maybe she could get your number and I gave it to her. It might be a good idea to charge your phone…"

"Shit," Justin pulled the iPhone out and surely it was out of juice. "Ok. I gotta say I love you."

David smiled as he spoke, "Make sure you find that job. They called me about a place and I want to go look at it this week. Ok?"

Justin nodded. "Yeah I'll look when I get back. Thanks again."

"No problem," David swallowed again, "Ok I'll see everyone tomorrow then. Hope you're all having a good time."

Justin looked to his right. Quinn was laughing with Brittany and Santana about something. He smiled at her. "We are. Night bro, see you tomorrow."

Blaine got his phone back and nodded at Justin's thank you, sliding it back into his pocket. He watched Jeff doing tricks on his skateboard as they waited for their food and saw Sam fanboying the entire time. Kurt leant against the counter and waved his fingers slowly making Blaine bite his lip as he waved back. Rachel looked back at Kurt and then turned to face Blaine, staring as the boy smiled at his boyfriend.

"So why are you so happy?" Quinn asked a smiling Justin. The teen turned around when Mr. Schue tapped him and smiled gratefully when he was given his shirt.

"Thanks!"

The director smiled and went off again. "I hope everyone is enjoying themselves."

"We are, Mr. Schue." Tina said with smile.

Chandler stared down at his fish and said nothing.

"There's this girl." Justin said simply. Quinn smirked.

"That says it all."

He laughed, "No. This is different. I think she's different at least…"

Quinn grabbed her water bottle and turned to face him with a smile. "And…?"

"Well I haven't spoken to her at all… ever," he thought, "but I saw her the other day and we had a moment." Blaine rolled his eyes, "My friend gave her my number last night. But do you remember what we spoke about earlier? About the commitment thing…"

Rachel listened as they spoke; looking between the two.

Justin watched Quinn nod as she spoke. "I remember and now you're already doing something else we spoke about; being too hard on yourself."

"Ok," he shrugged, "but you can't blame me for being a little scared of messing it up."

Quinn smiled and shook her head. "Already ruling yourself out before you even try?"

"I say that all the time." Blaine said from the other side of him. Justin listened to them and shrugged, putting his t-shirt back on.

Artie frowned.

"It's just that I know Justin," he explained, "and that's why… I don't know. That's why I'm a little anxious I guess."

"I think I know Justin as well, and I see that he's amazing and deserves something to make him happy." Quinn smiled and put the water bottle to her lips. Justin smiled as he watched her, "From what I understand you're turning every chance at happiness away and you should seriously stop that."

"And what about you?"

Quinn took a sip and shrugged. "What about me?"

Justin nodded at Nick and Sam as they rejoined the table, Kurt and Jeff not far off, "When does Ms. Fabray get her chance at redemption?"

The girl shrugged at the question. "One day." They caught eyes and she smiled a little softer, though he didn't look pleased with the answer. "Stop worrying about everyone else. It's your turn."

Kurt sat down at the table and Blaine grinned, putting Kurt Jr. down beside him. "Guess what, baby."

Kurt looked at Rachel beside him who looked at Blaine before acknowledging his boyfriend. The sudden seat change has him weary. "What?"

Blaine accepted his food with a thank you, "Justin was all over me when you walked away."

Jeff smirked as Justin looked at them. Kurt only shook his head with a knowing smile.

"Blaine—"

"I'm serious," Blaine picked up a French fry and held it to his lips, grinning at the way his boyfriend looked at him, "he said he wants to know how my lips taste on his."

Justin turned to look at Kurt and the coiffed teen smiled at him. "Are you flirting with my man?"

"Kick his ass." Jeff mumbled.

Justin smirked at the group's laughter before looking to Quinn. "You want to go for a walk?"

Chandler looked up just in time to see Blaine stand up and go over to Kurt's side of the table. Great. Now he could see the both of them. Together. Obviously someone up there thought he hadn't gotten enough of them all day.

Blaine waved goodbye at Justin who tossed an empty soda can at him in response. He walked off with Quinn as Nick and Puck sat in the spots they occupied.

"What're we doing after this?" Nick asked, looking down at his cell phone. Blaine looked at Kurt.

"What do you want to do, beautiful?"

Kurt chewed carefully as he thought, "If you guys want to hang out a little longer that's cool with me."

"Which hotel are you guys at?" Puck asked.

Nick answered after a yawn, "The Hilton in the Fashion District. There's like a tennis court and swimming pool… some other stuff."

Puck looked at Sam and Finn. "Think we could sneak out tonight?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. This wouldn't end well.

Finn shrugged. "Mr. Schue didn't go to sleep until like 2 last night. I don't know if that means he sleeps late or he'll go to sleep earlier tonight…"

Mercedes looked at Sam and he smiled at her. "We could do it."

"You're not being smart right now." she told him.

"We can do it," he said again, turning to Puck. "How far is that from us?"

"I don't think this is a good idea. Mr. Schue will—"

"It's the end of the school year, Berry. How much can the man punish us?" Puck turned back to Nick. "Give me your number I'll text you when we're on our way."

Blaine glared at Chandler when he was caught staring and the boy quickly rolled his eyes away. Blaine shook his head because of it. He honestly hoped he didn't decide to come too, not with that attitude.

Kurt's phone began to ring and he felt his boyfriend dig in his holder for it. "We need to get you an iPhone this week. Remind me Monday."

Kurt rolled his eyes. He liked his BlackBerry. Blaine pulled the phone out and quirked an eyebrow at the screen.

"Who is it, hun?"

"Your dad." They exchanged a look and Blaine pressed 'talk', holding the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

There was hesitation but eventually Burt spoke. "Blaine?"

Blaine cleared his throat, "Yeah… Kurt's here. He's eating; hold on—"

"No, it's fine. I was just checking up on you guys. How's everything?"

Chandler pretended to listen to whatever Brittany was saying to him as he glanced over at Blaine.

"Everything is fine. We're um, out with Mr. Schuester and Kurt's friends and all… um, yeah…"

Burt responded after a few seconds. "Okay. You have a ride home from the airport tomorrow?"

Blaine looked at Kurt and he smiled, whispering what's he saying? Blaine only shook his head at him and spoke, "We're just gonna get a cab. It's no problem."

"You sure?"

Blaine nodded. "Thank you though."

Nick and Kurt looked at each other and Santana smirked. Obviously Papa Hummel was Team Anderson.

"Ok. Well tell Kurt I said goodnight and I'll see you both tomorrow."

Blaine licked his lips, "Goodnight, sir."

Kurt smiled even wider when Blaine hung up. "Were you two just talking to each other?"

Blaine smirked at the question though he was shocked himself. "Pops said goodnight and he'll see you tomorrow."

Kurt nodded. "Wow. Somebody likes you."

"I wouldn't say all of that."

"I think we've put this off long enough," Rachel spoke as she turned to Kurt next to her. "We need to hear how… this… started."

"Can I tell the story?" Jeff asked. He put his shish kabob back on the tray but Blaine waved him off. Rachel watched the skater frown.

"Kurt works for my Uncle Don and I met him—"

"Kurt works for Donald Kinsella," Sam put his head in his hands as Kurt rolled his eyes.

Anyway," Blaine resumed with a smile, "my uncle owns a sports shop. Mr. Hummel got him a job there and we met when I went in for a new bike."

Kurt swallowed and looked over at him. "I feel like we tell this story every day."

Blaine smiled. "We tell it a lot."

"C'mon," Tina smiled at them, "finish telling us."

"Ok," Blaine wiped his hands off and turned to face them. Chandler stared off in some other direction and he rolled his eyes, "Many of you like to bring up the notion that we have nothing in common," he looked to Rachel now and she looked down, "and I guess at first that was true. I spent a few minutes teaching him a bit about selling bikes and he sold me one. At that point I didn't think I'd see him too much, but the same night we met again."

"After he busted his ass," Kurt interjected, smirking as he ate a French fry. Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Details, details. So Kurt helped me and patched me up and we spoke a bit. It almost felt like we knew each other for a long time. I realized he was a really good kid who could use a friend. Thus started our friendship."

Kurt smiled at him and Blaine bit his lip, continuing. "I also call it one of the best days of my life."

"Disgusting," Santana grumbled. Nick smirked.

Rachel watched the rider take Kurt's hand in his and realized one of his fingers housed a silver ring with a woven almost Celtic design. "We hung out and what not. He met the guys… one of them was an asshole and he's not here."

"And I'd rather not talk about him," Kurt said with a smile. Blaine shrugged.

"Tell them about Jose," Jeff said.

Kurt turned to face them. "There was this cute guy on the beach—"

"He's not cute." Blaine said.

"He was kinda cute," Kurt continued, "Anyway, before Blaine and I got together, this guy was interested in me and because I just got out of a relationship," he looked at Rachel and Chandler for good measure, "I wasn't looking to start another. But I didn't mind being his friend. Only someone didn't like that idea too much…"

Blaine shrugged. "He wasn't that cute."

"So before Blaine you had another guy pursuing you?" Mercedes smiled at that.

"And he's a lifeguard." Nick told them.

"Yummy." Santana contributed.

"Kurt's milkshake brings all the boys to the yard," Jeff said, taking another bite. Blaine glared at him.

"Anyway," Kurt resumed, "I think somewhere during this I acknowledged that I had a crush on the straight guy who loved women."

"And I had it bad for a boy with blue eyes and that adorable little giggle." Blaine mused making his boyfriend blush.

"You guys literally make me sick to be honest—"

Finn cut off Santana, "So you know he's like… a ladies' man or something and you still date him?"

Blaine scratched his forehead. "He knows who I was. And the reason I love…" they all looked at him, "that he's the one I'm with," he regrouped and Nick stared at his best friend. Blaine licked his lips and resumed, "is because he's seen all of it and he still trusts me. Everyone else seems to be second guessing and reminding me of who I used to be, but Kurt," he smiled at him, "Kurt's helping me be the person I want to. And I can only hope I do the same for him."

Kurt leant forward and captured his lips sweetly. He felt Blaine's soft ones touch his as he pulled away. "You do that and so much more, Anderson."

Blaine smiled.

Mercedes cleared her throat. "Okay. Well," she smiled around the table, "I think I can speak on behalf of everyone present," she looked at Rachel, Finn, and then Chandler who only stared at the table, "when I say that we are happy that Kurt Hummel is finally able to be happy; even if he had to move away to find that."

Sam nodded, picking up his Pepsi can. "Here's to Kurt and Blaine."

Blaine smiled. "I'll drink to that."

Everyone picked up their beverages except for Chandler. He left the fish there and walked off, and Rachel frowned as she put her water bottle into the toast. When everyone pulled away with a chair she stood up, smoothing down her skirt.

"Kurt? Can I talk to you alone?"

Blaine looked over at him and Kurt turned to see the girl. She wore a pleading face and Kurt nodded. "Sure."

The pair walked through the park quietly and Kurt looked around, finding that they were walking further than they probably needed to. Rachel remained quiet though and it appeared she didn't seem to have anything to say.

Kurt dug out his cellphone and looked at the time being that it was dark out. It was a quarter to 9 and some of the games were starting to close. Rachel walked over to a gift shop and Kurt followed, looking down at his cell phone as it began to ring.

His friend glanced back at a smile because of the ringtone. "Who is that?"

"It's my friend singing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star for me." Kurt grinned, holding up his finger as he answered. "Munchkin!"

"Hi Kurtie!"

He smiled and swayed next to her, walking to the gift shop. "I miss you so much, buddy. How was your Saturday?"

Rachel looked away from him and down at the New York souvenirs.

"It was good because I went to the beach. And I just saw Mr. Hummey and he bought me an ice cream when dad and I got home and he told my dad I was a good friend."

Kurt smiled looking through the gifts too. "Because you're an amazing friend, silly. How was the beach?"

"Fun." Mikey answered. "I miss you too. And Blainey and Nick and Jus and Jeff."

Kurt smiled. "Everyone misses you. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon right?"

"Yes. I'm gonna help momma make the cake for Blaine winning. You want some?"

"Of course," Kurt smiled, looking out over the park. "One day I'm going to have to bring you here with us."

"To New York?"

"Yupp," Kurt saw Rachel pick up an 'I heart NY' headband and silently judged her. "It's pretty fun here too."

Mikey hummed. "I want to come next time."

"We'll work it out. Go make some cake and I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Love you Kurtie."

"And I love you, Mikey."

"Bye-bye."

Kurt laughed, "Goodnight."

They hung up and Kurt's eyes found an arts and crafts section. He stepped over and slipped his phone away.

"So… Mikey and you sound close."

Kurt glanced at Rachel and nodded. "I'm kind of close with all of my boyfriend's family. Well those he lives with."

She nodded.

Kurt picked up a friendship bracelet kit and smiled down at the box. "I know you and Chandler and whoever the hell else is waiting for him to make a fool of me, and I don't care. I'm not going to fight anyone on this I'm just going to enjoy my life."

Rachel shook her head. "I'm not. It's just this whole romance seems unrealistic."

Kurt nodded. "It does. The idea of having a 'soul mate' seemed unrealistic to me too."

Rachel smiled at him. "A soul mate? The straight guy that you met last week is your soul mate."

Kurt smiled as he looked at the employee. "Do you take credit?"

Rachel looked away from him and walked over to another section. Kurt grabbed an NYC cap for his father and a tote bag for Pam and handed his card over.

"I don't know. My father told me yesterday morning that it's what it seemed like to him. It is a bit silly, huh?"

Rachel looked off around the park and smiled. "A bit. I just want you to know that I do love you, Kurt Hummel."

Kurt looked away from the employee and shook his head. "I love you too Rachel."

"I still want you to be friends with Chandler."

He smirked, nodding and accepting his card back. "I don't know how that's going to work out."

"Why not?"

"Well," Kurt turned to her, "for starters, he hates me. Secondly, Blaine hates him."

"Blaine doesn't know him and I'm sure he doesn't hate you." Rachel turned to face him. "You guys were good friends, even before you dated, and since you left he's really not the same."

Kurt accepted the bag with a smile and turned to face her. "We had our chance. It didn't work. He all but told me I was pathetic earlier and when you have a guy who lets you know the exact opposite every day you wake up- the desire to stay friends with that guy lessens and lessens."

They just stood there and Rachel looked at him. "So you're honestly sure about this."

Kurt nodded. "I'm sure; whether or not you agree."

Mr. Schue says it's time to leave baby. And I miss u so hurry dat ass up –B

Kurt read the message and motioned with his head. "Everyone is leaving now."

Rachel sighed but nodded. "So you're not going to be his friend?"

Kurt made a face. "I—No. Our friendship is pretty much done."

Rachel dropped her head. "Fine."

"Can we go now?" Kurt switched his bag from one hand to the other.

Rachel started walked, taking his hand in hers. Kurt accepted it and walked the rest of the way back.

….

"So we're not going downstairs to hang with everyone else?" Kurt bit his lip as Blaine settled between his legs.

"Later maybe." He kissed his boyfriend's neck and Kurt lie back, smiling at the design in their canopy bed. "Right now I think you deserve to be rewarded."

Kurt licked his lips when Blaine sucked on his neck. "I like that idea."

Blaine sat up and Kurt stared at the hickeys still on his chest. "Let's take our clothes off." he watched his boyfriend spread his legs a little wider and tilt his head a bit.

"Or… you can take my clothes off…"

Blaine lifted his eyebrow and licked his lips slowly. His eyes slowly moved down Kurt's body; the tight cotton Henley he wore that day and the dark Levis that looked painted on.

Kurt watched Blaine's eyes on him and bit his lip. "Please?"

Not even a second later he had strong hands undoing his belt, and propped another pillow under his head so he could watch. Blaine unbuckled the leather belt and then undid his button, pulling down the zipper and savoring every moment as he did so.

Kurt lifted his hips off the bed and Blaine dragged the denim over them. The air hit his thighs and as Blaine looked at them he licked his lips. There was nothing but smooth skin he saw himself marking up and the thought excited him to no end.

His shirt was off next and Kurt felt goose bumps on his body as Blaine's fingertips trailed over his skin. He touched the nub of his nipple softly and the younger teen gasped, biting his lip into a smile when Blaine smirked at him.

"You're really sexy, you know that?"

Kurt rolled his eyes as his boyfriend grinned, leaning in and placing a sensual kiss on his lips. Blaine leant up again and looked down at his body, focusing on the green boxer briefs Kurt wore.

"You're really crazy," his boyfriend replied breathlessly, "but you're gorgeous."

Blaine smiled, unbuttoning his jeans. "You're more gorgeous."

Kurt pushed hair out his face and watched Blaine's fingers move. "You're more out of your mind."

Blaine smirked and pulled the pants and underwear down over his waist and down his thighs. He saw Kurt's lips redden from chewing on them so much and hopped up, kicking them off and grabbing his cock. "I'm not." Crawling onto the bed, he stroked himself a couple times before hovering over Kurt. Leaning in, he whispered into his ear. "But if I am, it's because you drive me insane."

Kurt smiled and Blaine kissed it, eventually moving his lips down his body. "That was really corny, Mr. BMX… mmm…"

"You like that?" Blaine teased, kissing slowly over Kurt's chest. Kurt nodded as he watched him.

"I love it."

Blaine smiled, sticking his tongue out and tracing the letter 'B' around Kurt's navel. He smirked when Kurt shivered and giggled, planting his teeth right above the waist band of his boyfriend's boxer briefs and sucking hard.

"Baby," Kurt smiled as he looked up again, enjoying everywhere Blaine touched and all the places his tongue went. "So good."

Blaine kissed a line over his midriff and licked small swipes going across. When Kurt sighed, he flattened his tongue and did it a little harder. He could literally feel his boyfriend growing and it made him even hotter.

Kurt's eyes rolled back when Blaine's breath ghosted over his cock. It was unfortunately still covered by his briefs, and when a pair of lips kissed over the cloth Kurt almost thrust forward into the friction. Blaine licked his lips when he saw the boy struggling, smiling a little and licking Kurt's dick over the underwear; watching the teen's fingers dig into the duvet.

"Blaine…"

Blaine kissed it again and Kurt rolled his hips. "You're so hot baby," he said, sliding down the bed and settling down at smooth thighs. Blaine sighed when he felt his cock touching the comforter and had to calm down a minute. The friction was amazing and it didn't take much for him to come when he was around Kurt, apparently.

Kurt peeked an eye open and found Blaine between his legs. He sighed, opening the other eye as well and watching him.

Blaine winked up at him before putting his lips on the teen's inner thigh. Kurt didn't resist when Blaine pushed his legs further apart, only opening them wider and running his fingers along his chest. Blaine watched him; kissing inside his thigh and licking just beneath his boxer briefs. He loved how Kurt trembled a little and the fact that his cock grew even bigger in the underwear he wore.

A few minutes and a couple 'please, baby's later, Kurt was finally completely naked. Blaine held one of his legs in the air as he pulled the briefs from around his boyfriend's ankle. He took a quick look at him; the shy smile on his face and the hickeys on his thighs—the dripping hard cock that Kurt was struggling not to touch—he looked at him and took a deep breath. Kurt was his and he fucking loved that.

The TV was still playing in the lounge area of the suite. The couple had spent a good half hour there when they first came in, talking things over about that day and making another agreement that they'd be more understanding of each other. They kissed during commercials of Real Housewives and when Kurt ended up on top of him on the couch; Blaine decided it may've been time to go lie down.

The New Directions had successfully gotten a pass and ended up in the Cali Boys hotel. It was understood that Kurt and Blaine would go hang out, but now with Blaine's hand wrapped around his shaft and moving slowly, Kurt didn't have intentions on going anywhere.

Blaine admired the feel of Kurt in his hand. His cock was so long and smooth, and hard, and he loved how every few seconds Kurt would work his hips forward, fucking his fist slowly. The teen's eyes were clouded and his lips were parted, and Blaine licked his lips, more than ready for him to fall apart.

Kurt's toes curled as soon as Blaine's tongue touched the tip of his cock. His eyes rolled back and he gasped, fighting not to plunge forward. He understood why Blaine was going so wild the day and night before... this was more than amazing.

Blaine swirled his tongue around Kurt's cock before sinking down half way. Kurt tensed and he moaned; his hands flying into his hair.

"Oh god," he closed his eyes tight and Blaine licked up to the head before sinking lower again. Kurt let a breath go and looked down, finding Blaine's eyes locked on him. His lips were tight around his shaft and slowly moving up and down, and the feeling was giving him chills and sparks of heat at the same time. It felt so fucking good Kurt honestly had to fight to remember his own name.

But he remembered Blaine's name clearly, and how could he not with his boyfriend between his legs? He was going absolutely mad to the point where his lips were in a small smile; sighing in pleasure as he writhed against the bed.

And then two fingers were placed at his bottom lip and he had to open his eyes to see what was happening. Blaine never once took his lips away from Kurt's cock, blowing him softly but deep enough for Kurt to feel the back of his throat. But the message was clear as his boyfriend looked at him expectantly, pushing his fingers further past Kurt's lips. The blue eyed teen opened his mouth, taking Blaine fingers between his lis and sucking on them at the pace Blaine moved between his legs. He closed his eyes as he felt himself getting even closer to the edge. With one hand, he grabbed his boyfriend's hand and held it steady; slicking up the boy's fingers and purposely showing his tongue as he ran it over them. Blaine breathed heavily through his nose, watching him with dark eyes.

For someone who thought he was straight for about 17 years, Blaine really enjoyed Kurt's cock in his mouth. He didn't think he was as good as Kurt was with it—the boy had practically devoured him yesterday, not even choking once (like those loser females he wasted time with) but he didn't think he'd be at that level. He sucked long and slowly, reveling in every muscle spasm Kurt had because of what his tongue was doing and watched as his boyfriend wet his fingers.

Kurt licked his lips when he felt Blaine pulling his hand away. The curly haired teen froze; inhaling through his nose and exhaling a moment later as he spread Kurt's legs wider. Kurt obeyed, bending them at the knee and sitting up a little higher with yet another pillow. He saw Blaine almost smirk with his eyes as the boy placed those fingers at his entrance, circling the rim as slowly as Kurt could take it and sucking at the tip of the boy's cock.

"I… fuck," Kurt grabbed at Blaine's free hand that lay stationary on the blankets. Immediately, Blaine laced their fingers together and Kurt bit his lip, feeling his boyfriend press in with both fingers.

"Blaine," he gasped, squeezing the teen's hand tighter. Blaine lowered his head and sucked him softly, and Kurt felt as if he was seeing stars. "Yes, more…"

Blaine nodded as best he could; caressing the underside of Kurt's cock with his tongue as he pressed just slightly further. He did so softly, trying not to die at how tight it was-though he'd been pretty much stretching Kurt open just to hear him moan all night. Yet, his muscles still squeezed around his fingers like this was the first time. And suddenly thoughts of having his first time with Kurt made Blaine's body heat up.

"Keep going," Kurt said softly.

Blaine nodded, pulling his fingers out slightly and pushing even further. For a moment he did this; pulling off of Kurt so that he wouldn't come and focusing on stretching him open. Kurt would ride his fingers and Blaine would gulp finally granting himself peace by moving his hips into the comforter.

A minute later Blaine noticed Kurt was sweating and panting, and eventually pleading.

"I need you there… there Blaine," he gasped when the rider moved his fingers slightly and barely missed, cursing and squeezing his hand tighter.

Blaine smiled for a second before returning his lips to Kurt's pink cock. He kissed the head softly at the same time his fingers touched Kurt's prostate, eliciting a reaction that had him grinding against the bed again. Blaine sighed, trying to calm down a bit before sucking Kurt into his mouth and fucking him quickly with his fingers.

The pace had changed completely and Kurt was just about arching off the bed. He had Blaine's head rising and lowering between his legs and Blaine's fingers rubbing his prostate nonstop. The pleasure he felt was almost too much and he couldn't help but be loud.

"Blaine! Blaine! Oh god yes baby yes!"

Blaine struggled not to run through the hotel looking for lube and condoms in that very instance. His own toes curled in the air from where his feet were crossed above him, and Kurt was having a very hard time staying still.

"I'm gonna come, baby! Fuu…. Oh god it's so good." Kurt shivered, feeling Blaine smoothing his hand with his thumb and loving every second this lasted. It was almost over but it was so amazing… his mouth, his hand… his everything. "So good… I'm close...so close."

Blaine hummed around his cock and flicked his middle finger a little quicker, and that was all it took for Kurt to come hard. He was surprised, despite that warning, and wasn't able to catch it all. Some of the hot come dribbled down his chin and another drip trailed down Kurt's cock, but he swallowed what he could as Kurt rode it out.

The usually coiffed teen saw nothing for a good ten seconds, but he could hear himself chanting Blaine's name, still shaking from the intense orgasm he experienced. And when it got to be too much, Blaine must've sensed it, because his fingers slowly eased out and his lips slowly eased off. Kurt opened his eyes and saw Blaine lick his lips, wiping a bit of his come off his chin. That was hot but Kurt still blushed a crimson red, smiling back at him as the boy got on his knees.

"You taste good."

Kurt exhaled at the statement and took a sweep of Blaine's body. The boy's cock was thick and he looked him in the eyes again.

"If I remember correctly, so do you."

Blaine held onto Kurt's jelly knees and bit his lip. "You sound like you might need a reminder."

Kurt nodded.

….

"They are fucking loud." Santana took a bite of Justin's popcorn as the teen lounged back on the sofa. Puck smirked as he turned away from the wall his ear was pressed against.

"Sounds like its Anderson's turn now."

A shirtless Jeff skated through the suite and pulled his shorts a little higher. "Where's my phone?"

Justin looked up. "Check the first room, and hurry up I want to go to the pool."

Quinn heard something vibrate from where she sat at the table, her book on the second to last chapter. "Is this it?"

"Guys… shhh, quiet." Puck smiled at Santana as the girl went to join him. "Listen."

….

The bars of the canopy were rocking against the wall as Blaine worked his hips faster. Kurt's hands were everywhere at once—on his chest and his hips, on his ass and on the back of his thighs. His lips were spread wide and his head against the headboard, relaxing as the rider plunged in and out of his mouth. He hummed each time Blaine moved forward and moaned when Blaine would curse. Which was quite often.

"Fuck, Kurt. Shit… fuck… oh god," his hands clenched the top of the canopy as he grinded forward, "so hot, so fucking wet…."

Kurt moved his tongue around as Blaine thrust in and out of his mouth, and his boyfriend voiced his approval. He moved his hands over Blaine's ass again and up to tease his abdomen at the same moment Blaine's movements became erratic. He started stuttering and then stopped moving completely, and Kurt sucked hard once before Blaine came hard with a shout.

Yupp, he still tastes amazing, Kurt swallowed and playfully pushed his boyfriend back. Blaine smiled as he landed on the bed; his head by Kurt's feet.

"Not bad," Kurt breathed out with a grin, turning to look at the clock on the wall. He licked his lips and turned to watch Blaine's chest quickly rising and falling. "You okay, honey?"

Blaine nodded a bit with a smile, and it wasn't until a minute later that he sat up. Kurt noticed how sweaty they both were and thought now would be a good time for a shower. Not that Blaine was on the same page.

"You're hard again?"

Kurt looked over at him noting the impressed look on Blaine's smug face, and then down at himself.

"Hm," Kurt smirked, "I guess I am—ohmygod, Blaine!"

….

"My dad is downstairs Blaine, stop it… babe," Kurt laughed as Blaine tossed him on the bed and jumped on top of him. "Stop being silly."

"If you say something with a smile, how am I supposed to take you seriously silly?" Blaine kissed Kurt on the cheek and rolled them over so that Kurt was on top of him.

"I can't not smile around you." Kurt said with a shrug. "Now do you want to wait for me downstairs while I unpack? I'll get nothing done like this."

Blaine bit his lip and looked at how Kurt was sitting on top of him. "I think we'd get a lot done like this if you know what I'm saying."

Kurt raised an eyebrow and smirked, playfully bouncing up and down on top of him. He laughed at Blaine's face when the teen's eyes just about jumped out his face before rolling off of him.

"Get out. I'll be down soon."

Blaine sat up and looked at him, willing the erection that sprung up like a champion away. "Why do you tease me so much?"

"Don't know what you're talking about," Kurt smiled as he went over to their duffle bag. Blaine shook his head at how Kurt slowly bent over to get his things out and sighed, standing to his feet.

"Watch what happens when I get you in my room, Hummel."

"Yeah, yeah," Kurt stuck his tongue out and Blaine smirked, leaving the room. He stretched and walked to the beginning of the hall, jogging down the steps and pulling up his shorts before Burt could offer him a belt. At the door he smiled at Kurt Jr., Kurt III, Kurt IV, Mickey, Donald, and Darwin before walking over to the couch where his boyfriend's father sat.

Burt looked up from his work and nodded over to the boy, a greeting Blaine returned before looking up at the TV. Blaine watched whatever crime show Burt had been watching and got immersed as he awaited Kurt. It was interesting, all until he realized the case was about a father killing his son-in-law and trying to find a place to hide the body. His face blanched white and he turned to face Burt, not at all reassured by the smirk the man wore as he worked on whatever he was doing.

Kurt could be heard moving above them and Blaine sighed, slouching down in the seat and looking away from the screen. His eyes settled on the mantle and saw a picture of Burt and a woman who was no doubt Kurt's mother. He stared for a while and a slow smile broke onto his face at how happy the couple looked.

"How was New York?" Burt questioned, still not looking up from the reports he'd been working on.

Blaine turned to see him and rubbed above his shoulder through the brown tank top he had on. "Oh you know… it was New York. Pretty amazing."

Burt nodded. "That's good. You two enjoy yourself?" he looked at Blaine and suddenly the teen felt like he was being read like a book. Not good when he had Kurt's cock in his mouth last night.

"We had fun…. Erm on Friday we got to sightsee a bit and hang out in Central Park. Yesterday like I said on the phone, we hung out with the New Selections, and Kurt had a good time. Well…" he stopped for a second and Burt looked at him, "we did have a disagreement."

Blaine turned to Burt and the man lifted an eyebrow curiously. "Everything ok?"

He nodded. "We worked it out. It was really ridiculous. I said sorry, he said sorry, it's good now."

Burt smiled at him and Blaine smiled a bit too. "It's good to hear you made it through whatever it was. Just know you're young and there will be more fights."

The boy frowned.

"But," Burt continued, pulling on his cap, "I don't doubt that you boys'll fight through it."

Blaine nodded. "I sure hope so." He looked forward and licked his lips. "He's everything really."

The man smirked, looking down at his work again. Young love. Boy did he remember it.

"You know he told me his ex was this great guy but I can't stand him."

Burt chuckled as he got more comfortable. "Are you supposed to like his ex? Is he supposed to like yours?"

Blaine smiled too, drumming his hands on his legs. "I guess you're right but still."

"That Charles never got to meet me. Kurt organized a few meetings but the boy never showed. I think the last time he said his hamster was sick or something really stupid."

Blaine turned around to look at him with a smirk. "What did you call him?"

Burt looked at the boy dubiously. "Charles? Charlie… Isn't that his name?"

Blaine smiled widely and relaxed against the couch. "Mr. Hummel, we're going to get along just fine."

….

"Drop my son and I'll drop the both of you."

Blaine smirked, tossing Mikey over to Don who caught him and blew raspberries into the boy's tummy. His son laughed, flying through the air after Don tossed him over to his nephew. When Blaine caught him he mocked punched him in the side, tickling the boy's bare ribs.

Kurt smiled as he kissed Pam on the cheek, his eyes going wide when the woman slapped him square on the ass. Blaine glared at her as he put Mikey down; the dizzy boy stumbling over to his dad. "I saw that."

"You ready to say hey to Kurtie?" Don lifted his boy in the air and kissed him on the cheek. Mikey nodded hard as Don asked the next question. "Are we having cake now or what?"

Kurt smiled as he went over to Don and Mikey and the boy leapt into his arms.

Blaine threw himself over the couch and landed on his aunt's lap. "We can have it now, but we bought souvenirs right babe?"

Pam kissed him on the cheek and Blaine squeed, hugging the woman tightly. She smirked and tried to push him off. "Get off little boy."

Kurt walked over to the gifts with Mikey wrapped around his body. "Blaine and I got you gifts, munchkin."

"Yeah?" he looked down at the bag curiously and he smiled widely. "Darwin!"

Blaine finally moved off of his aunt and sat next to her. He smiled over at the amused face she gave him. "What flavor is the cake?"

"Your favorite, of course," the blonde pushed hair out her face, "I couldn't not bake you a double chocolate cake… and Donald," she raised her voice and faced the kitchen, "you better not be eating the cake."

"Leave me alone," the man replied.

Blaine rolled his eyes. He probably had icing all over his face right now. "I love the both of you." he said with a smile, leaning on her shoulder.

Mikey hugged his Darwin stuffed animal as he looked in the bag with Kurt. His blue eyed friend pulled out a small kit and grinned. "I got us something to work on later if you want."

Mikey moved closer and a small smile spread across his face when he noticed the arts and crafts kit. "What's that?"

"Have you ever heard of friendship bracelets?"

Mikey shook his head no.

"Well," Kurt knelt down and smiled as he explained, "a person usually give these bracelets to each other as a symbol of their friendship. There are a lot of different designs we could do. We can use hearts or the alphabet, different colors!"

"Wow!" Mikey smiled and Kurt kissed his forehead. He grinned and took the box. "Later?"

Blaine glanced back at them and smiled. He felt his aunt tap him in the side and turned back around.

"I got you both a gift too."

Blaine smiled rather confusedly. "Yeah?"

She smiled. "Better go upstairs and look on your bed."

They shared a look and Blaine gave her another confused look before standing to his feet. On the way by, he took all of the Kurts and the Mickey with him, juggling all of them as he walked up the steps. Mikey ran to give his mother the tote bag and show off his gifts as Kurt went to join them.

Upstairs, Blaine opened his door and peeked inside, not sure why but expecting his aunt to have a clown jump out and scare the shit out of him. But all that was there was a bag on his bed.

He curiously walked over, slowly peeking inside. Blaine mouth just about dropped when he saw a box of Trojans and a blue bottle. Looking around, and then wondering why he was looking around, Blaine shook his head and picked the box up. He found a 12 count of Pleasure Pack condoms and grinned, tossing it on the bed and digging out the bottle. It looked like lotion since you could press the top and liquid would dispense, but as the bottle read it was Durex 'Play' lubricant. Blaine bit his lip and grabbed it along with the condoms, running around the side of the bed to put it in his drawer. He picked up the plastic bag and closed the door behind him, entering the bathroom and dropping it into the bin.

Downstairs, Don was using his Donald Duck to fight with Mikey's Dawin. Blaine smiled as he entered the living room, blushing when Pam winked at him and going straight into the kitchen. Kurt looked at him oddly before getting up to follow.

"Cake time!" Don picked his boy up and smiled at his wife. She gave him a look and he blew her a kiss.

"You okay?"

Blaine nodded at his boyfriend. "I'm fine. I'd be better if you spent the rest of the day with me and Mikey."

Kurt smiled, taking a seat at the island. "How can I say no to that exactly?"

Blaine grabbed plates as his aunt, uncle, and cousin entered the kitchen. "Remember it's my lazy day on Sunday so you'll just have to lay around with us."

"Yupp." Mikey said.

Kurt smiled at them. "Still not a problem."

Blaine turned around and smiled at him and Don rolled his eyes.

Young love.

"Do we sing a happy winning song, Michael?"

Mikey nodded at his mom. "Okay. It's called Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."

Kurt laughed as Blaine smiled at his cousin. "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star is your song for everything."

Mikey shrugged.

And with his cousin belting out lyrics and Uncle Don sneaking frosting from the cake, and Aunt Pam tickling him when she caught him, and Kurt harmonizing with the little boy next to him, Blaine could only smile. Winning at Preliminaries wasn't nearly as amazing as being here with his family.