"I'm so stupid!"

Blaine was pacing all around Quinn's room. He had just come back from Kurt's place. He didn't want to go home and face his dad so he had ended up paying a late visit to his best friend. After all, Blaine had thought, it was Friday night, so he could crash at her place. He had let her mom know where he’d be and she had agreed.

"No, you're not. And would you please just sit down? You're making me nervous."

Blaine finally seated on the edge of the bed.

"But I am! First, I had this insane thought that maybe he had liked me enough to see me again. That, of course, did not happen. And then, just as I told him I'd leave him alone, I remembered that I left my fucking cell phone at his place again!" He let out an exasperated sigh and threw himself to the bed.

"Well, leaving your phone there on purpose just to see him again and then forgetting that was the excuse for your unexpected visit was stupid. I'll give you that."

"Thanks for putting it like that, I feel way better," Blaine said sarcastically.

Quinn laid down next to him, placing her head on his shoulder and grabbing his hand.

"I'm sorry. So, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I can't go back there."

"Why not? I'm sure he'll understand that you are the most forgetful man on earth," Quinn smiled affectionately and backed away to see Blaine's eyes.

He smiled in return and squeezed her hand.

"No, Quinny. If I see him again, it'll be worse. I have a feeling that I could fall in love with him. And I just... I don't want to fall in love with someone who won't feel the same. Who can’t feel the same."

"Well, he's a dickhead for not falling madly in love with you."

Blaine laughed loudly and looked at his best friend.

"Did you just say 'dickhead'? You, Quinn Fabray, saying bad words? Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?"

Quinn attempted to look offended but Blaine was laughing again, forcing her to laugh as well.

"Yes, well... 'Idiot' didn't seem to cover it."

They laughed again until their stomachs hurt. When they were able to calm themselves down, Blaine gave a loud sigh and wrapped his arms around Quinn. She rested her head on his chest as Blaine spoke again.

"Thanks, Quinn. You always know what to say to make me feel better. And make me laugh."

"I am pretty funny, aren't I? But, seriously now, what are you going to tell your parents, about your phone?" she said and stifled a yawn.

Blaine sighed again and focused his eyes on the ceiling.

"I should just tell them that I lost it at school."

“Good idea,” Quinn answered and Blaine noticed she was falling asleep. His arms remained around her and he readjusted himself so both of them could sleep pleasantly. Quinn mumbled what sounded like a complaint but remained asleep. He smiled as he watched her shift closer to him until she was comfortable.

‘I’m lucky to have a friend like you,’ Blaine thought as he stroked her hair.

His attention returned to the ceiling as he thought of the events of the day. After a while, he felt his eyelids heavy. He drifted to sleep, his mind filled with thoughts of blue eyes and porcelain skin.

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Kurt returned to his apartment. He was intrigued by what had happened moments ago. Truthfully, he had expected Blaine to look for him. After all, that’s what most men did once he screwed them. But he hadn’t expected a reaction quite like that. Blaine didn’t push, didn’t beg for Kurt to see him again. He didn’t act like the annoying teenager he was supposed to be and declared his undying love for Kurt. Blaine just wanted Kurt to show that he cared. And when he realized he wasn’t wanted, he simply backed off.

Kurt thought that he'd be better let the kid know that happy endings didn’t happen. It was something he needed to learn early or he’d face a heart-wrenching situation and end up damaged. Like Kurt. Besides, Kurt didn’t care or feel anything for anyone. He had stopped feeling a long time ago. But for a strange reason, this kid made him feel something. And Kurt didn’t like that. So the farther away Blaine was, the happier Kurt would be.

He reached his apartment and entered. When he glanced up, he found the guy he’d hired naked on the couch, waiting for him.

‘Fuck, I’d forgotten he was here… again.’

“Ready for me? Or are we expecting someone else to join us?” said the nameless man, raising an eyebrow and smiling crookedly.

“Get out.”

“You want me to go? Oh, wait. Let me guess. The kid was your lover and found you cheating on him with me, right? Well, if he broke up with you, I can still be your consolation price.”

“I said get out.” Kurt’s voice was firm and the guy’s eyes widened in surprise. He shrugged and got up. He put his clothes on as Kurt went to the kitchen and took out a bottle of water from the fridge.

The man approached him and took the $100 bill from his pocket, handing it over to Kurt. He looked at it for an instant, debating whether or not to take it. The man had driven all the way from god knows where to be fucked only to encounter a bitchy customer that would kick him out.

“Keep it. To fill your gas tank or whatever.”

The bill went back to the man’s pocket and he got out of the apartment. Kurt stared at the door and sighed. He was tired and his mind was thinking uncomfortable things. Dangerous things. He needed to sleep and stop thinking. He entered his bedroom and got undressed. As he was getting into the bed, he noticed something on his night table.

“So this is why you came back, not me…” Kurt let out a little laugh, “You’re an interesting one, Blaine Anderson.” He said as he picked up the phone and stared at it.

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On Monday morning, Kurt woke up early and called Finn.

“Kurt? What’s up, bro?” said Finn and his voice sounded groggy.

“Sorry to wake you, but I need you to do me a favor.”

“Okay...”

“I need you to return a phone to someone who forgot it at my place.”

“What?! You’ve got to be kidding me! You want me to return a cell phone to one of the guys you slept with? I’m not your freaking secretary, taking care of the lovers you don’t longer want!”

“Come on, Finn. I just don’t want to see this kid again. Besides, you are closer to where he is and I have way too much work that needs to be done.”

When he heard Kurt say ‘kid’, Finn understood everything. He didn’t feel so annoyed anymore. Kurt was referring to Blaine, the boy that embodied Finn’s last hope of getting his brother back. He smiled because he realized that it must mean something if Kurt didn’t want to face Blaine again. This looked promising. He wanted to prove Rachel and his parents wrong. Kurt was not completely gone. Even if it’d been years since he’d changed, he could still return to his old self. And Finn just knew that Blaine was exactly what he needed to accomplish that. Still, he had to hide his excitement. When he spoke again, he pretended to sound annoyed and defeated.

“Fine, but this is the last time. Where can I find the boy?”

Finn was surprised to know Blaine attended McKinley but didn’t comment on it. They hanged up and Finn started getting ready. He needed to leave earlier if he wanted to get the phone and find Blaine before his classes started.

As he got out of his house, he started thinking about his plan. He remembered that Blaine was younger than them and probably had little experience on the love department. Finn remembered Blaine’s eyes the night they found him, full of innocence and youth. The plan now seemed flawed and even slightly dangerous. Because, as much as it pained Finn to admit it, getting Blaine involved with Kurt was probably a bad idea. He’d get hurt and he’d lose that spark in his eyes. The same spark Kurt used to have.

Finn sighed and gave up on his plan. He’d just have to find another way to make Kurt see the light.

He arrived at Kurt’s work. He was the editor and artistic director of an important fashion magazine. Finn entered the elegant building and greeted the secretary. She handed him the phone and told him Kurt was in an important meeting and could not come down to see him. Finn thanked her and walked out. It was still early so he drove fast to his next destination: William McKinley High School.

Blaine was sitting outside the school’s doors, waiting for his friends, when Finn arrived. He got out of the car and as stared at the building. Memories of his days as a high school student suddenly came rushing back. He smiled fondly as he recalled falling in love with the one and only Rachel Berry and gaining both a father and a brother. Those were the best things that happened to him while attending that school.

He came out of his reverie when a car parked nearby. Remembering the purpose of his visit, he walked towards the younger boy. Once he was close enough, Finn noticed Blaine was drawing. His mouth hanged open as he stared at the sheet of paper. It was an incredibly detailed portrait of two girls laughing at what appeared to be a coffee shop. The sketch was so beautifully made that one could almost mistake it for a photograph.

“You’re good, kid.”

Blaine stopped drawing and looked up. His eyes widened ever so slightly but remained calm.

“Thanks… Finn, right?”

“That’s me. Listen, I don’t want to take much of your time. Your classes are probably about to start, so here.” He handed the phone to Blaine. His expression turned into one of shock and he asked.

“Did… did he gave this to you? Why didn’t he come and give it to me himself?” A hint of disappointment was noticeable in Blaine’s tone and Finn sighed.

“Look, Blaine, it’s better this way. Kurt’s not good for you. It breaks my heart to admit it but it’s true. He’ll hurt you and it kills me to say it because, in all honesty, I thought you would be able to help him. But he’s too far gone. So just… let him go.”

“You thought I could help him?”

“Yeah, I’m known for having stupid ideas”, Finn shrugged, “But it doesn’t matter. Anyways, take care of yourself, kid”

They said their goodbyes and Finn returned to his car. Blaine remained still, his eyes fixed on his phone.

‘I really need to forget about him, then.’ Blaine thought sadly as he spotted Santana and Quinn approaching him. He got up and met them so the three of them could enter the building together.

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“Mmm, yes…”

Kurt planted open kisses to the man beneath him as he prepared to enter him. In one quick thrust he was all the way in and the man moaned loudly. They were locked in the janitor’s closet. That had been Kurt’s important morning meeting.

“Yes, so good… Move…” Kurt began thrusting, his eyes closed. The man kept moaning as Kurt grunted in response. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and as he stared at the other man’s face, he stopped and his eyes widened.

“Hey! Don’t stop!” The man complained but Kurt wasn’t listening. Because, for the briefest of instants, it wasn’t the face of this guy that Kurt had seen.

It was Blaine’s.