Kurt rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he rolled over in bed. It was just after 7 in the morning. His boyfriend Charles was still fast asleep on the floor; a white and blue striped blanket covering his shirtless body. Kurt shook his head at the sight of him. It was strange how he could once look at someone and see the world, and now he didn't feel much of anything. Months of being treated like you weren't important could do that to you, Kurt assumed.

He slid his feet into his slippers and stood up, walking out of the room. He did so quietly so that he wouldn't wake Charlie. When the two of them got into his room a few hours prior, Kurt expected a conversation of sorts; a discussion of some kind at the very little. Instead, he got Charles saying “I love you” while trying to sleep in bed with his boyfriend before realizing Kurt was serious. The dirty blond got on the floor and went right to sleep. There was no talk. There was nothing.

Kurt shook his head as he softly closed the bedroom door behind himself. It was quiet in the apartment for the most part. Someone was listening to music in their room and it sounded like it could've been Santana. Kurt went to the bathroom and knocked softly before entering.

He looked exhausted. It was probably because he didn't get the best sleep. Most of the past few hours were spent thinking about the time he spent with his roommates and Jeff last night—specifically his time with Blaine, though—and thinking about what he was going to do with Charles. They supposedly were in love but it wasn't the same, and the last thing Kurt wanted to do was waste either of their time. Charles was a busy man, after all. Or so he said.

After finishing up in the bathroom, Kurt opened the door and was shocked to see Blaine waiting against the wall. He was shirtless and had on a pair of shorts that hung very low. Low enough to know that Blaine didn't have any underwear on. Kurt didn't want to stare but who in their right mind could blame him? He looked up when Blaine approached with a smile, sliding past him in the doorway of the bathroom—their bodies brushing one another's.

“Good morning, Kurt.”

Kurt leant against the frame and cleared his throat. His cheeks felt hot. “Good morning.” He took a few steps back and waved at his roommate a little bit. “Sorry. I'll let you get to it…”

Blaine bit his lip as he watched Kurt turn and walk away. “When is he leaving, by the way?”

Kurt turned around and hated how his eyes stayed glued to the ripped, tattooed body of Blaine's. He shook his head to snap out of it. “Um… probably soon. We haven't even talked yet but I'm sure he has something to do today so…” Blaine turned to face him and Kurt tried to look him in the eyes, not that that was any easier. “Why do you ask?”

Blaine shrugged, leaning against the wall. “Why not? I don't want him here and I wanted to hang out with you for a little while. Plus, the gorilla needs to stay in my room when he's here. I don't want our love child around him.”

Kurt smiled, looking down at his slippers. “I'm not even going to acknowledge that last part. But I think I need to apologize for his behavior last night.”

“You don't need to apologize for anything he does.” Blaine turned and went back into the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. Kurt stared down at his ass before mentally slapping himself for it. “He's a grown man. But,” he faced Kurt and smiled a bit. “I would like to continue our conversation about how you cheated and I want our friendly outing sometime this week.”

Kurt leant against the wall and bit his lip. “I don't know. My weekdays are pretty crazy.”

Blaine splashed water on his face and grabbed his toothbrush, listening.

“I have classes. We're getting ready for finals. Then I have work from 2-6 at Saks. It's never not busy there. On top of that I come home and study in the evenings and try to relax, which is hard to do because I'm often so stressed. Going out doesn't exactly work.”

Blaine nodded at that as he spit, then rinsed out his mouth. “Well I figured you'd be too busy with him on the weekends so I didn't want to ask.”

Kurt scoffed, turning to face Rachel's door as he leant against the wall. “Sure.”

Blaine dried his face with his towel and then stepped into the hallway, stopping next to Kurt. “Well if you're not busy tonight after you're done with school work and all, let me know? We can go somewhere nice or…” Blaine trailed off when he heard the door to Kurt's room open and out stepped the tall, dirty blond. He was dressed in a grey t-shirt and sweat pants that he'd left behind, and his expression went dark as he looked between his boyfriend and the shorter teen.

Blaine smiled at him, his lips still next to Kurt's ear. He pulled back a bit. “Oh. Good morning, Charles. Are you leaving?”

Kurt tensed. This was possibly the worst thing he could ask for right now. “Charles—”

“What's this?” his boyfriend questioned, looking between the two of them.

Blaine rolled his eyes and looked down at the drawstring of his shorts, playing with it. Kurt realized that he was probably not in the best situation to be caught in right now. For one, Blaine not only had on no shirt, but he was incredibly close. They were in the hallway. It looked weird. He stood up straight and answered. “We're just talking, Charlie.”

Blaine glared at him before looking back at Kurt. “Like I was saying…”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Charles took a few steps forwards and Blaine arched an eyebrow as he pulled Kurt back by the arm, stepping in front of him. Charles smiled, shaking his head. “You're joking, right little man?”

Blaine clenched his fists with a smirk of his own. “Actually, I'm not. So how about you get the fuck out of our apartment and go shoot a Proactiv commercial so I can get back to my conversation—”

“Blaine,” Kurt warned, trying to prevent a fight of any type. Sure, Blaine was a boxer but Charles was taller and had a lot more body mass. Rachel opened the door to her bedroom and looked completely out of it.

“What's going on?”

Charles looked over Blaine to his boyfriend. “You want to explain what the fuck he thinks he's doing?”

Blaine turned back to Kurt who looked a little mortified. “All you have to do is say the word, Kurt.”

“Blaine?” Rachel said, stepping out of the room completely. “Kurt? What's going on?”

“Nothing,” he answered quickly, moving forward and stepping in between the two. “Charles, back inside. Blaine,” he turned to look at his friend and Blaine only stared at Charles. “I'll talk to you later, ok?”

Blaine nodded, eyes never leaving the taller boy's. Charles glared right back as Kurt pushed him in the room, the door closing afterwards.

Rachel stood there staring at her little brother.

“Don't worry about it, sis. Go back to sleep.”

Rachel shook her head no. “I don't know what you're up to Blaine but whatever it is it needs to stop. I'm not putting up with it.”

Blaine smiled at her and went back to his room. “Sorry, sis.” The door slammed and she groaned, turning around and entering her room.

…

“I don't get why the hell you're always so pressed to see me when you have that little fucking asshole walking around, always all over you.” Charles smirked even though his anger was evident, and Kurt calmly watched him. “Last night I see you two together and this morning I wake up and he's pressed against you like that. You don't see a fucking problem?”

“It's great that Blaine behaves that way, isn't it? I mean doesn't it take the spotlight off of you and how fucked up you treat me?”

Charles smiled, turning around. “Ha. Because two wrongs make a right, is it? But is that what this is about?”

“This?” Kurt asked with a smile. “What is this, exactly? Because I've been putting up with a lot for the past couple months and he has nothing to do with anything.”

“I don't want him living here.”

“It isn't your decision to make.”

Charles smiled. “So let me get this right. You're mad at me for being busy so you move in some little thug to get me jealous? Am I supposed to give a fuck about him? He's pathetic, Kurt.”

Kurt went to sit on the bed and picked up the gorilla. “Contrary to what you may believe, not everything is about you, darling. The universe isn't centered on Charles Birmingham. And I'm not asking you to give a ‘fuck' about Blaine because I don't need you to. I doubt he wants you to.”

The older teen leant against the dresser. He shook his head. “You're so quick to say that I don't give a damn about us but I hope you realize how this looks. It's extremely easy to put all the blame on me and say I'm doing wrong but look at yourself, Kurt. Look at your little boyfriend out there.”

Kurt shook his head.

“You're perfect, right?”

“When have I ever said I was perfect?”

Charles shook his head, walking towards his clothes. “I wanted to marry you and give you everything one day.”

Kurt shook his head some more. “You're really full of shit, you know that?”

“So are you.” He pulled off his t-shirt and put on the sweater he wore the night before. Kurt watched him. “And next time you want to say you stuck by me through it all, remember that I came to you and you were with someone else.”

“I'm not with him, Charles.”

The boy began to put his jeans on. Kurt sat up. “I'm leaving because I have things to handle. This is getting us nowhere. Call me if you aren't too busy with that little fuck and we can talk. I need to calm down so I don't say something or do something I'll regret.”

Kurt was quiet. After a few minutes, Charles was completely dressed and had his shoes laced up. He lay on the bed beside Kurt and kissed him. “Tell him if he comes anywhere near you again, he's a dead man.”

Kurt stared at the ceiling as Charles exited the apartment. He dragged both hands down his face and exhaled into them. That was pretty much the last straw.

There was nothing beneficial about this relationship. Kurt was over it.

Blaine knocked on his door a few minutes later and looked at him. The younger teen was dressed warmly as if he was about to leave. “Can we talk now?”

Kurt glanced at him. “Actually can you give me a few minutes? I really need to clear my head.”

Blaine watched him for a while. “I'm just going to head out to the gym now and I'll chat with you when I get back. That cool?”

Kurt nodded at first but then he shook his head, sitting up. “If you give me a few minutes… can I come with you?

Blaine put his hood over his head and nodded. “Sure. We'll only be a few hours so we can get back and study. But is everything ok?”

Kurt looked at him for a moment and shook his head no. “It isn't. But it will be.”

Blaine looked at him softly. “I'll be on the couch, alright?”

“Yeah.”

Blaine closed the door behind himself and disappeared. Kurt stared at the spot for a moment and got ready.

…

The train ride to Brooklyn was relatively quiet, though the boys were seated pretty close to one another. Kurt pretended not to notice how Blaine's arm was around him as they rode the A train as if to say it wasn't a big deal. Maybe it wasn't for Blaine. They were just being nonchalant about whatever this was they were doing. Hanging out. Yeah. They weren't making a big deal of it.

The train went express so it wasn't that long of a ride. The walk from the train station to Blaine's grandfather's gym was only about two blocks. Blaine showed him where he used to live with his grandma on the way there.

Kurt was in awe when they finally stepped inside the gym. He was definitely expecting some run down hole in the wall in the middle of Brooklyn like one of those started from the bottom gyms you see in the movies. But this one was amazing and pretty damn huge. The equipment looked new and everyone seemed professional. Blaine introduced him to a few people as the pair headed back to the locker room.

“Mr. Motta, this is my future boyfriend Kurt Hummel. Kurt, the gym owner Mr. Motta,” Kurt shook hands with the man as Mr. Motta smiled at the ‘future boyfriend' part. “He and my grandfather built this place from scratch pretty much.”

“It's lovely to meet you,” Kurt said with a smile.

“Likewise,” the elderly man told him. “Are you coming to join?”

Kurt laughed and shook his head no. Looking around, all of these guys were pretty huge or at least muscular and in shape. Besides that, there was no way Kurt was letting anyone hit him in the face for sport. “This isn't my cup of tea, sir.”

Blaine smiled at him as he fixed his book bag and took Kurt's hand. “We're on a tight schedule so you two can play BFFs later. C'mon Kurt.”

Kurt laughed with Mr. Motta and said goodbye. He was introduced to a dark haired guy named Elliot as the boy he trained gave Kurt a very unwelcome look. Elliot was nice though. Blaine finally got him back into the locker room and the two began to get out of their coats.

“I'm excited to see you in your zone,” Kurt began. “But I'm very confused about how you went from wanting to box to wanting to be a doctor.”

Blaine smiled as he took the teen's coat. “I wouldn't want to do this for a living. I wanted to be a doctor ever since I lost my grandfather to cancer a few years back. An oncologist. But for now, boxing helps with… well I guess you can say it's a form of expression.” Kurt listened as he watched Blaine pull off his hoodie, a t-shirt on underneath. “I've never been great at talking about my emotions and all that bullshit. At least not since the parents shipped Rachel and I here to New York but,” he shrugged. “Boxing has pretty much kept me out of too much trouble and it's a good form of release. One of my favorites.”

Kurt smiled. “I can guess what the other one is.”

Blaine chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Is that guy who stared at me funny Fallon? The one who was training with Elliot?”

Blaine was in a tank top now as he shook his head no, unfastening his belt. Kurt stared before looking away. “He's Omar. He's given me a few blow jobs from time to time and we did go to the mall last week. It's nothing serious.”

Kurt shook his head. “Does he know that? Maybe you should tell him I'm just a friend.”

“But that would imply that I a) give a crap about him and b) don't want you to be more than a friend, and both of those are bullshit.” Blaine casually stepped out of his sweats and was left in boxer briefs. Kurt stared now and bit his lip, glancing up at Blaine who smiled.

“You can touch it if you'd like.”

“I most certainly will not,” Kurt said, laughing when the teen winked at him. “You're something else.”

Blaine grinned at him, pulling on his boxing trunks. “What do you mean by that, cutie?”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “The whole introducing me as your ‘future boyfriend' when I'm pretty sure you said you don't do relationships once upon a time.”

Blaine nodded at that. “Shit changed. I could be wrong but I think you'll be mine one day.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes really,” Blaine answered casually. He packed his things away and sat next to Kurt on the bench—Kurt having one leg on each side so that he faced Blaine and Blaine facing the lockers as he put on his Nike sneakers. “Are we going to talk about whatever happened with your man this morning? Is he still in the way?”

Kurt sighed and looked up at the fluorescent bulbs. “He thinks that I'm throwing you in his face to make him jealous.”

Blaine looked over at him. “Are you?”

“No. That would imply that I a) knew he was coming last night and b) give a crap about what he thinks about you being around. I really don't care.”

Blaine smirked. “You know you love him.”

“And you loved your ex, right? But I'm sure it's possible to fall out of love. Things change…”

Blaine leant back and looked down at his shoes. “I've never actually been in love.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you sure? Your texts about Fallon seemed to say otherwise.”

“I just didn't want to lose someone else, that's all.” Blaine exhaled a bit and stood up. “Losing people has always been hard for me so I try not to get too attached. I literally only have two good friends and my sister, which is pathetic.”

Kurt frowned a little.

“I think that's why somewhere deep inside I'm really fucking afraid that I'll legitimately fall for you because I don't know.” Blaine shrugged as he leant against the lockers. “Never in my life have I clicked with someone as easily as I did you. And you're with someone else who's apparently a model slash actor and all this other shit.”

Kurt smiled. “He's also full of shit. Our relationship has the shelf life of a peach right about now.”

Blaine smiled too. “You're saying that and I'm trying not to get excited because a) you two could somehow end up working it out and I'll be disappointed and b) even if you did leave him it doesn't necessarily mean anything for us. Right?”

Kurt looked at him and stood up, stepping over the bench so that he was on the opposite side of Blaine. “A and B aren't the only options there, Blaine.”

“But they are options.”

Kurt shrugged. “We live together. We have tons of time to discuss all of this and get to know one another. Who's to say you'll even still feel the same about me after we've spent legit time together. Vice versa, as well.”

Blaine smiled.

“Omar gives you BJs. You're not getting one from me anytime soon.”

Blaine laughed and started to walk towards the aisle. “So you think I'm in this for the sex?”

Kurt smiled, nodding. “Say that you're not, Blaine.”

“I definitely wouldn't mind fucking you, I'll admit that much. But you wouldn't mind fucking me either.”

“It would probably be amazing but believe it or not, I'm not a slut.”

Blaine nodded. “I believe you. But I definitely was.”

“Are you saying you aren't anymore?”

“I'm saying…” Blaine fixed the drawstring on his red and blue trunks. “That I like you enough to realize I was an idiot and that if I let you get away I'd be even more of an idiot.”

Kurt hummed, walking beside him, trying not to blush.

“I would work hard to be a better person to make you happy and I think you'd work hard to make me happy. But that's just me assuming you're even interested. We're just shooting around hypotheticals right now, correct?”

Blaine pushed open the locker room door and let Kurt out. He swayed over to the boxing ring, Blaine following behind him. “Correct, Blaine. We'll see about all of that when the time comes I guess.”

Blaine smiled a little as he stared at him. He looked around the gym and saw guys working out. “Would you help me stretch and then tape me up?”

Kurt looked at him with a smile and Blaine stepped in closer. “You'd be better off with an actual trainer, I think. I don't know the first thing about taping up someone's hands.”

“I'll teach you, Kurt. You wanted to come so I'm putting you to work.”

Kurt laughed as Blaine dragged him over to his area of the gym and sat down. “You're definitely watching Lifetime with me when we get home.”

Blaine smiled at that. “Whatever you want to do, I'm down.”

…

From Santana:

I've awoken and you aren't here. Why?

Kurt was seated across from Blaine at one of Blaine's favorite restaurants when the message came in. He looked at the time and shook his head.

“What's up?” Blaine asked him, wondering if it was Charles. Seriously, he and Kurt were having a great day and he didn't want that asshole ruining it again.

“Santana is just now waking up and it's after 3.”

Blaine smiled as he trapped one of Kurt's legs between his own underneath the table. “That's your best friend.”

“Well you two do seem to be hitting it off rather well…”

Blaine rolled his eyes.

To Santana:

I went out with Blaine, but we'll be in soon. Need anything while I'm out?

“It isn't true?”

“She's being nice to me because of you I'm sure.” Blaine ran a hand through his curls. “I'm beat.”

“She's being nice to you because you're such a sweetie pie.”

Blaine smirked.

“And you worked way too hard at the gym. You just… push yourself very hard.”

“That's how I get better, beautiful.” Blaine smiled at him as the pair waited for their food. “This should be our date, you know.”

“Hm.” Kurt looked around and smiled. “If you want it to be.”

Blaine thought for a while and shook his head no. “I wanted a much more romantic setting.”

“I thought it was a friendly outing?” Kurt asked accusatorily, though he laughed.

“You're right.” Blaine grinned. “You caught me.”

Kurt nodded. “I did. But when I'm single you better ask me on a date.”

It was Blaine's turn to blush now. “You have my word. When are you going to be single anyway?”

The older teen leant back against the seat, rolling his eyes at how Blaine's leg trailed along his underneath the table. “Soon.”

Blaine rolled his eyes and put his hat on. “Soon. Ok.”

Kurt laughed as he reached for his hands. “Can I ask something serious?”

“You can ask anything you'd like.” Blaine laced their fingers together. “Go ahead.”

“Alright. I guess… I was just pretty rude to you and all. I wonder why you like me and not Omar or someone who's willing to move as fast as you're accustomed to.”

Blaine thought about. It was a good question to ask, he figured. “I don't know if I can explain why I'm attracted to you besides the obvious. You're gorgeous, yes. You're funny. I love the way you speak. And maybe I have some weird kink about guys who treat me like crap.”

Kurt laughed and slapped his hand. “I didn't treat you like crap!”

“Ouch. Well you are kind of abusive.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “I'm sorry.” He kissed the back of Blaine's hand and the boy smiled.

“There are other things that have to deal with how I feel when I'm around you. I feel good.”

Kurt looked at him and nodded. “I know what you mean.”

Blaine smiled. “I'm learning a lot as we go along. But other guys don't really compare and I want to see what all of this means.” Kurt rubbed his hands and Blaine looked down at them. “Do you like me at all or is it just that I'm available and Charles hasn't been?”

Kurt looked up and found hazel eyes watching him expectantly. “I definitely like you. Gorilla may've had something to do with it. He's told me great things about you.”

“Has he?” Blaine slid closer with a smile. “Like?”

“That you're so much more than what meets the eye,” Kurt began. “You're reliable and you care and you're a great listener. He said you're great company to be around and you'd do anything for those close to you.”

Blaine smirked, cradling Kurt's hands in his. “Gorilla said all of that, huh?”

Kurt nodded. “He sure did.”

“I love that little guy.”

Kurt laughed, the waiter coming over with their food. They each thanked him and Kurt stared at his ass as he went away. “Impressive.”

Blaine nodded. “Yours is better though.”

“I know this.”

“So,” Blaine picked up his fork. “When are you going to name Gorilla? I think Charlie is suitable.”

“But Gorilla is too sweet and he doesn't make me feel like crap.” Kurt looked at Blaine's salad. “I'm leaning towards ‘Punch' since his fists are closed like that.”

Blaine hummed. “Punch. I like it.”

From Santana:

Bring food.

Kurt looked at the message and then back at Blaine with a smile. “Thanks for bringing me out, helping me to take my mind off of things.”

Blaine smiled at him. “Anytime you need me, gorgeous.”

Kurt nodded and looked down at his food, beginning to eat. “And vice versa.”

…

They were waiting for the A train half an hour later. Blaine was acting silly—he had a Slurpee from 7-Eleven, the rainbow kind, and he was extremely hyped up on sugar. Kurt was still working on his as Blaine danced in the subway station. He looked around at the people waiting along with them at the Jay Street-Metro Tech platform and was glad that they were thoroughly entertained. Still, he had to rein him in a bit.

“Blaine Anderson.”

“Kurt Anderson.”

“Aww! They're married!” A little girl said. Her brother rolled his eyes. “They could be brothers, Marsha. Gosh.”

Kurt smiled at them before turning back to Blaine. “I'm never ever ever buying you a Slurpee ever again.”

Blaine smiled. “You don't mean that.”

“I do.”

Blaine pouted, jumping in front of him and taking a sip from Kurt's as the teen stared at his lips. “No you don't.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and took a sip afterwards. “Santana wants food.”

“So do people in India, Kurt. Tell her lazy ass to go get some.”

Kurt looked over at him as he scrolled through his phone, placing one earphone in his ear. He smiled and looked down at his feet, shaking his head. Blaine walked over and placed the other in Kurt's ear. “So when are you going to be single?”

Kurt listened to the song by A Great Big World and let Blaine take another sip against his better judgment. “Soon.”

Blaine looked him in the eyes. “Every day that you don't leave him, I'm going to sing a song to you.”

“I don't know if that's a bad thing….” Kurt smiled as they caught eyes. “I mean I guess it depends on whether or not you can sing.”

“It'll be bad, because it's going to be the same song, at the most inopportune of times, and you're going to hate me but I won't care.”

Kurt bit his lip into a smile. “Hate you? I can't imagine that.”

Blaine laughed, pulling back a bit. “Day one of Operation: Sing a Song for Kurt at a Very Inopportune Time starts right now, I guess.”

Kurt looked up at him. “Blaine.”

A train went by on the opposite platform. Blaine waited patiently while smiling at Kurt, clearing his throat. Once it was gone, he began. He went to stand on top of the chairs, in between two gentleman—one African American guy who was not in the mood and an older guy who was trying his best to sleep. Kurt dropped his head with a smile, thinking about how much he wanted to strangle this kid.

“I dont have much to give, but I dont care for gold. What use is money, when you need someone to hold? Dont have direction Im just rolling down this road. Waiting for you to bring me in from out the cold.”

Ok. So a) he sounded fucking beautiful and everyone pretty much agreed. People were starting to form a crowd. Kurt was definitely blushing and b) he was smiling that stupid smile that gave Kurt butterflies and made him realize that Charles never made him feel that way. He probably never would. Kurt looked at the crowd who smiled back at him. Blaine hopped down from the chairs and he felt Blaine stalk closer to him as he blushed; the younger man picking up his hand.

“Youll never know the endless nights, the rhyming of the rain, Or how it feels to fall behind and watch you call his name.”

“Blaine I swear—” he laughed a little when Blaine's cold lips touched his cheek and the boy pulled away.

“Pack up and leave everything, don't you see what I can bring? Cant keep this beating heart at bay. Set my midnight sorrow free, I will give you all of me just leave your lover,” Blaine sang, his eyes locked with Kurt's as the older boy took a deep breath. “Leave him for me. Leave your lover, leave him for me…”

They still held hands as the train pulled into the station. There was a lot of applause. A lot. Blaine smiled, moving closer again and pulling Kurt into him. His hands landed around the boy's waist. “Saved by the train, Hummel.”

Kurt smiled at him before pulling away. Blaine followed him and took a seat next to the teen as they sat on the train.

“I'm going to take a nap.”

Blaine wrapped an arm around him. “Nap away. But let me have your Slurpee.”

Kurt laughed, handing it over. “You know, you sound beautiful. I'm going to leave him anyway but I still want you to sing to me.”

Blaine smiled. “I'd do anything for you, gorgeous.”