Two days before the scheduled sleepover at Wess saw Kurt with a day off, pretty much ordered by Burt, and Blaine and him sitting at their usual table at the Lima Bean. They were kind of addicted to the coffee there, and the environment, but it wasnt that expensive so it wasnt too big of a deal to be their usual date spot. They had plans to go to Blaines house after, where they would take advantage of the air conditioning and practice some song ideas for the New Directions in hardly any clothing.

It seemed a perfectly lovely idea to Blaine, as he imagined Kurt hitting the high notes in his underwear in Blaines open foyer, until his wonderful mental image was disturbed by the annoying drawl of one Sebastian Smythe. "Gentleman! What a lovely surprise it is to see you."

Blaine, usually very polite, had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from snapping at the pompous idiot that it was the opposite of lovely to see him. Ugh. Something about Sebastian just made Blaines skin crawl and made him want to show off his boxing skills against the jerks arrogant face.

"Meerkat. Im afraid I cant say the same about you. Its definitely a surprise, but lovely is not a term I would ever use with you in the same sentence. Blaine, we might need to find a new coffee place," Kurt commented, pouting at his boyfriend. "I do so love the Bean though. Why do you have to know such unfortunate humans?"

He couldnt help it. Blaine snorted like some barnyard animal, spitting coffee on Sebastians front, which in turn made him laugh harder, which made Kurt join him in laughter. "Oh my God," he sputtered, grabbing napkins and trying to mop up the mess on his old acquaintance. "S-Sebastian Im s-so sorry!" He was apologizing, but he was still laughing, which had the taller teen glaring like a petulant child, which had Kurt giggling like a loon.

"Oh, just stop, Blaine," Sebastian snapped, grabbing the napkins and wiping the mess up as best he could, still shooting glares at both Kurt and Blaine. "I need to get home so this shirt isnt ruined." With another glare, Sebastian stood and left the laughing couple behind. Blaine couldnt say he was upset by the departure.

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"Strike a pose."

Blaine giggled, unable to stop himself. Kurt was just doing the face thing! With his hands and the boxed thing like in the music video… it was just so ridiculous!

"Strike a pose."

Kurt did the motions about his face again, apparently not the least bit phased by being in his underwear and nothing more. Blaine stopped himself from giggling so he could provide the backing vocals, though he did keep giggling every time Kurt made the motions over his face. He couldnt do the ridiculous music video moves no matter how much Kurt tried to get him to. The fact that his boyfriend had every move from said video memorized only slightly concerned him.

"Come on, vogue

Let your body move to the music (move to the music)

Hey, hey, hey

Come on, vogue

Let your body go with the flow (go with the flow)

You know you can do it"

Kurts eyes seemed to light up when it came to race and gender being thrown aside. Blaine noticed but didnt think hed ever actually need to comment. He understood after all. His boyfriend was always saying fashion had no gender which made it pretty clear exactly what Kurt thought about stereotyping.

"It makes no difference if youre black or white

If youre a boy or a girl

If the musics pumping it will give you new life

Youre a superstar, yes, thats what you are, you know it"

It was impossible to keep his jaw from dropping when Kurt perfectly listed all the names that Madonna herself rolled off the tongue. One day, Blaine knew, Kurt would be famous. Hed be this incredible designer and his face and fashion would fill the pages of Vogue itself. And Kurt would know the names of every celeb and every model, every other designer, ever musician… and Blaine would ever be the bumbling idiot on his arm.

He giggled at the mental image of himself flubbing interviews on a red carpet, and Kurt just raised a brow at him as the music faded to the next Madonna hit. "Blaine, honey, are you okay? Did I break you with my mad Madonna skills or something?"

The giggling continued and Kurt gave up, shrugging and going on to proclaim himself a material girl. Maybe someday Blaine could tell this story on the red carpet and embarrass Kurt. By then the countertenor would probably be his husband, so he couldnt really break up with him over it. Divorces were a pain the ass, so it wouldnt be a big enough thing to go through all that trouble over. At least he didnt think it would. After all, Kurt was a bit of a materialist, even if he wasnt a girl. And he definitely wasnt a girl.

"You know, love, the appendage in your pants there doesnt seem to agree with your little song…" he teased, sidling up behind Kurt and wrapping his arms around the taller boys waist. "Though, I mean, if you need me to remind you how not-a-girl you really are…"

Blaines voice trailed off as Kurt practically dragged him up to his own room despite the entire Anderson home being empty. Even the ever-running air conditioning couldnt stop the sweat they shed that afternoon and evening.

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The sleepover at Wess house turned into a small party, with Wes, David, Nick, and Jeff, along with Blaine. The ex-Warbler entered his friends home, only to be tackled by four grown boys. Hugs were exchanged, curls were mussed (which Blaine grumbled about) and soon all five boys were down in the game room with music playing and a Smash Brothers tournament on the big screen.

"So, when are we gonna meet the mysterious Kurt?" Nick pestered while David, playing as Pikachu, shocked everybody at once. Jeff was pouting with his head in Nicks lap, watching the game and refusing to play because he was a rather sore loser. Wes also threw Blaine an accusatory look while his character flailed from the hit, and David smirked, but took interest in his friends love life all the same.

Blaine rolled his eyes, focusing on the game and encouraging his Kirby character to attempt to suck the Pikachu into his body in a most disturbing way. Video games were weird… "You guys, come on. Im gonna introduce you all properly. Youve talked on Facebook at least! I mean, he even friended you. After Jeff went all psycho stalker on him at least…" He gave the sulking boy a pointed look. "Nick seriously needs to teach you better people skills."

The snort that answered Blaines comment made him lose concentration and release the electric rodent from his bulbous pink body, so David shocked him again. Wes seemed happy for their distraction and swept in, bashing Kirby and Pikachu with Links sword. a buzzing in his pocket distracted Blaine further, and he took out his phone even as Link and Pikachu ganged up and KOd Kirby.

From Kurt: Did you know oil in the eye really fucking hurts? By the way, how are the guys? Tell Jeff I send my love.

To Kurt: Ouch. Rinse it out well, babe. Ill tell him. The guys are currently kicking my ass at Smash Bros, so theyre pretty good Id say. Kirby is in a sad state, though. :(

From Kurt: At least they let you be who you want. Puck forced me to be Princess Peach the only time I played that game. I kicked his ass mashing buttons and he refused to play it with me again…

From Kurt: Gotta get back to work. Love you. Xoxo

To Kurt: Youre the sexiest princess I know, dear. Love you too. :-*

"Kissy text faces are weird," Jeff mumbled as he hovered over Blaine, making the boy jump a foot in the air, then growl at his friend. "What, they are! Also, I hope you were really going to pass on Kurts love to me. If not Im going to tell him what a terrible guy you are."

Blaine seriously had to fight the urge to harm one of his best friends just then. It just seemed like such a good, logical idea. "Nicky, I swear, if you dont control your boyfriend I am going to strangle him," Blaine stated through his clenched teeth, which earned him a yelp from Jeff.

Rather than saving his boyfriend from Blaines wrath, Nick focused on the TV and used Samus to obliterate both Pikachu and Link, then hopped around in celebration both on the screen and on the couch. All three of the other players rolled their eyes, while Jeff pouted as he fell to the floor. "You know, you kinda suck as a boyfriend, Nicky," Blaine commented, shaking his head at Jeff in pity despite the fact that the boy had invaded his privacy with Kurt again and again.

"No, he sucks to make up for being a shitty boyfriend. Keep up, Blaine," Jeff quipped, which earned him a pillow to the head via Jeff and a groaned plea to keep the details to himself from Wes. David was busy trying to sabotage the rest of them with terrible character choices for the next round. He gave Nick and Wes Yoshi and Luigi, and let Blaine keep Kirby, then started the round with a grin, still prancing around with his electric rat.

The gaming continued well into the night while Blaine told them all how happy he was with Kurt and how it was going at McKinley and they updated him on the Dalton happenings. They talked about who of them would be at the stupid party the next month (Wes and David both would, Nick and Jeff not so much) and how some of the other Warblers would be there as well. Plans were made to actually meet up with Kurt, though possibly not all at once as Blaine didnt really want his boyfriend that intimidated. Or crushed. He had very huggy friends…

The five of them ended up singing and dancing, of course, and the four Warblers told Blaine just how much they missed him. It was a great time, but it was over all too fast, and the next day was a blur of grumpily waking up, half-awake brunch, and all too sappy partings. Once he got back home, Blaine realized how much he missed his old friends, and how much he looked forward to his date the next day with Kurt. It seemed life was often a double edged sword.

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"Are you really sure you want to meet all four of them at once? I mean, the rest of the Warblers I can see meeting all at once. Theyre mostly harmless. But… Kurt, these guys are… I mean…" Blaine didnt exactly know how to explain his group of best friends to his boyfriend.

It seemed he didnt have to, though, as Kurt just shook his head and shushed him. "Theyre much like the New Directions guys, arent they? A little loud, a little obnoxious, too handsy for their own good and act like theyve known you forever when you just met them? And over protective of their own? You met Finn and Puck and Mike and Artie all at once and survived. Not to mention my girls. If you can survive Rachel, Mercedes, Santana, and Quinn, I can survive the terror that is Jeff. And the rest of them." It seemed Kurt knew exactly who was the most dangerous of Blaines friends then. At least he was prepared?

Blaine really was excited for the day, though. Theyd planned a trip to Six Flags with the guys, and it was bound to be a wonderful time. The two of them were driving to the park together, and the four other boys would car-pool and meet them. Theyd just pulled into the not-yet-busy lot and Blaine directed Kurt to park his Navigator near what he recognized as Davids SUV.

Hopping out of the car, Blaine grinned widely at his friends, opening his arms for hugs only to be ignored in favor of his boyfriend. "Hey," he whined, pouting over at Kurt and the boys who were taking turns hugging and greeting him. "Guuuuuys. What about me?"

Kurt grinned at him and skipped over to Blaine, who he wrapped his arms about and kissed softly on the cheek. "Dont worry, sweetie. They love you more. Im just the new commodity." He winked a blue eye at Blaine, which just had him melting while the guys teased. Just like that, Kurt was part of the seamless team. Blaine was thrilled that his boyfriend liked his friends and his friends liked his boyfriend. Life was good. If only it would just stay that way.