"Where the hell have you been Kurt Hummel?" Kurt flinched as he was met with Rachel's shrieks after trying to open their apartment door quietly. Clearly not working, for Rachel was sitting in a chair at their dining room table facing the door, waiting for Kurt to return, "I was so concerned, I sent you so many texts and you never replied. I even text some to the cast from your show and they didn't even know where you were," Kurt stepped further into the apartment and saw that there was a tear running down Rachel's cheek, "I've been worried sick," she sniffed.

"Oh Rachel," Kurt said quietly as he moved closer to her and pulled her into a tight hug, "I'm sorry I didn't text, I didn't even think to check my phone," he replied honestly.

"Kurt, what-?" Rachel stopped and pulled away from Kurt, but kept her hands resting at the base of his neck, fingers dusting over the shorter hair there, "You never told me you were getting your hair cut today," she looked at him with a confused expression as he ducked his head, eyes focusing downwards.

"I didn't have one booked for today," he replied truthfully, trying to leave his answer as vague as possible.

"Kurt," Rachel spoke at him in a warning tone. Kurt knew that tone, he knew that if he wasn't honest now, she could hurt him if she wanted to. Kurt sighed in defeat.

"Fine, Blaine cut my hair for me today,"

"Who's Blaine?" she asked, a small smile beginning to show on her lips.

"He's the guy who cut my hair for me last time,"

"Did you go and visit him at his salon again?" Rachel asked in a teasing voice.

"No,"

"But, how did he cut your hair?" Kurt couldn't look her in the eyes.

"He did it at his house,"

"Kurt Hummel," Kurt flinched, he was sure that the neighbours had heard that, "Sit down and tell me everything right now," she ordered. Kurt sank down in to the chair opposite Rachel, too afraid of what she'd do to him if he didn't.

"Ok, well you obviously know that I cut my hair and coloured it after I broke up with Jackson," Rachel nodded, "Well, when I got it done I just walked into the first salon I came across that had a free opening, this place did and the stylist who came to get me was called Blaine, he cut my hair for me and we were talking and then before I left he asked if  I wanted to get a drink with him that night, just as a friend, he said that I could use a gay male friend to talk to," Kurt paused for a breath and allowed to Rachel to shriek in excitement when Kurt had said that Blaine was gay, "So we went to the bar across the street from his work and everything was going fine until Jackson showed up, he flipped his lid about my hair and I had to pull Blaine out of there before he hit Jackson. After that he took me to his favourite coffee place and we ended up talking for another couple of hours, before we got kicked out because they wanted to close the cafe for the night. So we exchanged numbers and continued to text and call each other. So finally this afternoon, Andrea called in sick and I was desperate so I called Blaine and asked if he would be able to come down and fill in, he said yes and after we'd finished and cleaned up he invited me back to his place for dinner and then we were talking again and I mentioned how fast my hair grows and he offered to cut it for me again, right there. He led me back to his bedroom, which is fully equipped as a mini salon, and cut my hair shorter for me," Rachel smiled as Kurt finished, but continued to glare at him, waiting for him to spill the rest of it, "Why are you looking at me like that Rachel?" Kurt asked, Rachel sighed in annoyance.

"Really Kurt?" she asked in an obvious tone, "Come on, that's not everything," now it was Kurt's turn to sigh.

"Fine," he said as he exhaled, "He's totally gorgeous and all I could think about while he had his hands in my hair was how good they would feel running over the rest of me,"

"I knew it," Rachel laughed as she clapped her hands together. Kurt just placed his head in his hands and groaned in frustration, "What's wrong?" Rachel asked as she placed a hand on his shoulder. Kurt shrugged under her touch.

"I don't know," he replied, voice muffled by his hands still, "It's just frustrating. I was with Jackson for so long and now here's Blaine, beautiful as ever and I don't know what to do. I haven't felt this scared and excited in a long time," he finished with a gulp.

"Well, do you like Blaine?" Rachel asked, moving her hand lower to gently rub Kurt's back.

"So much," Kurt answered softly, "So much that it actually hurts sometimes,"

"And do you think Blaine likes you?" Kurt shrugged again.

"I don't know," he whispered, "I want to think he does, but I don't know,"

"Why don't you just tell him?" Rachel offered.

"What if he doesn't like me the way I like him though?"

"Kurt, he gave you a private haircut in his bedroom," she stated with an obvious tone, "He could have offered to see you tomorrow when he was back at work and in his salon, but he offered to take you into his bedroom and cut your hair there for you. I mean getting a haircut can be quite an intimate thing already without your hairdresser offering to do it for you in his bedroom. Going by that alone, my money would be on the fact that he really likes you. Besides, Kate from your show replied back to my text and even though she didn't know where you were, she said that you had been with a gorgeous man at work and that he couldn't take his eyes off of you when he wasn't working," Rachel winked at Kurt, who felt his cheeks beginning to turn pink, "And if that blush rising up your neck is anything to go buy, I'd say that you really do like him," Rachel smiled.

"It's just nice to have someone to talk to again," Kurt sighed trying to hide his growing smile, "Blaine's just so-," he fought for a word that would describe him, "He's just so Blaine," this time he couldn't stop his smile spreading across his face.

"Oh Kurt," Rachel beamed, "I'm so happy for you," she moved around the table to give him a hug, "Are you going to see him tomorrow?"

"I hope so," Kurt smiled back at his best friend.

*

"Blaine, Blaine are you home?" Blaine looked up from his book as he heard Wes shut the front door.

"My room," he called back, stretching his neck. He was currently curled up in his barber's chair, head piece on so he didn't strain his neck too much, blinds open so he was bathed in sunlight and he had reclined it so it was comfortable.

"Hey man," Wes said as he rounded the corner into Blaine's room, sitting himself up on Blaine's vanity unit.

"Hey, how was last night?" Blaine asked as he dog eared the page in his book and placed it in his lap.

"Awesome, Wes grinned, "Jen looked gorgeous too, thank you," Blaine shook his head.

"Don't thank me, I just did her hair. She did the rest," Blaine didn't think that Wes' grin could get any bigger, he was wrong, "Where is Jen?"

"She got called in to work, someone was sick, so she had to cover for them. But more importantly Mr. Anderson, what's been going on here?" Wes asked as he gestured across to Blaine's open kit to the left of him on the vanity unit, "I thought that you packed all of this stuff away after you cut my hair?"

"I did," Blaine nodded sheepishly as he felt heat begin to rise up his neck.

"But your hair's not shorter?" Blaine looked up and met Wes' eyes, his own eyes giving everything away, "Ah, been having a little private haircutting party have we Blaine?" Wes grinned, giving him a wink, "This wouldn't have anything to do with a certain Kurt, would it?" Blaine opened his mouth in surprise, unable to form words, "Jen talks Blaine. So, tell me about him. Did you have all kinds of sex in that chair of your? Because if you did, you're cutting my hair in the bathroom from now on," Blaine shook his head.

"No Wes, there was no sex last night. We never even came close to having sex. He called me yesterday afternoon to help him out at work, he does the hair for an off Broadway production," Blaine explained at Wes' look of confusion, "So I went down to help him out, then I invited him back for dinner and afterwards he was talking about how his hair grows so fast so I offered to cut it for him, so the chair is safe,"

"Then why do you still look sad?" Wes asked concern evident in his voice. Blaine sighed.

"I don't know," he shrugged, "Ok, that's a lie, I guess I do know, I really like Kurt, he's amazing and smart and funny, and there's never a dull moment or an awkward pause whenever we talk, but I just don't know what to do? He got out of a bad relationship a few weeks ago and I don't want to push him into something he doesn't feel comfortable with. I'm just confused," Blaine groaned, leaning back in his chair, his head hitting the headrest and his hands moving up to cover and rub at his slightly stubbled cheeks, "What do I do Wes?"

"Tell him you like him," Wes stated plainly with a shrug of his shoulders, "It's pretty simple Blaine, you don't have to complicate things. Otherwise you're just going to end up as his really hot, gay hairdresser who cuts his hair for the rest of his life and you'll have to sit there and listen to how wonderful his life is and how gorgeous his husband is and how precious his kids are and you'll be forever miserable,"

"Whoa, talk about hitting a man while he's down," Wes shrugged again.

"You're twenty five Blaine, you're not a kid anymore, and you're allowed to stick your neck out sometimes if the outcome will make you happy. If you really like this guy then you'll make it work, even if he doesn't like you back the same way just yet. Take a chance Blaine; it could change your life. You'll never know unless you try. Now you're going to text Kurt and invite him round for coffee or whatever, and I'm going to disappear for the rest of the day and give you time to talk it out ok?" Blaine nodded in response, "Good, now get out of that chair and go and have a shower yourself, but don't shave, the stubble looks pretty hot," Wes sent Blaine a wink as Blaine stood and pushed Wes' shoulder in passing, Wes answered by sticking out his tongue as Blaine shut the bathroom door behind him.

*

"Rachel," Kurt yelled from the living room the moment his phone hid lit up, signalling a text.

"What's wrong?" Rachel asked as she came racing to where Kurt was, panic across her face until she realised that he wasn't dying.

"He wants me to come over," was all Kurt could respond with as his eyes remained glued to his screen.

Hey, I had an amazing time last night, are you free today? Thought we could catch up. Do you want to come over to mine in an hour?