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Disclaimer: Do NOT own anything, except Trey and Jordan, as well as Bloodliner.

"You okay?" Blaine asked, quirking his eyebrow at Kurt who had a familiar expression of exasperation and annoyance.

"Yeah, just, bar guys, you know," Kurt replied, looking relieved.

"Oh, were you, uh, coming outside?" Blaine asked, gesturing to where Sebastian still stood, leaning against the wall, making soft irritated noises.

"Oh, no, I was, uh, looking for you actually," Kurt admitted, looking embarrassed.

"I was too, actually," Blaine blushed.

"Oh, this is very touching," Sebastian groaned, pushing past Blaine, "but Im going to find a hot guy wholl actually come home with me, unlike you," He rolled his eyes and disappeared into the dim club with a thumping bass.

"Who was..." Kurt began,

"An asshole," Blaine cut him off with a wave of his hand, "Do you wanna dance? Ill buy you a drink?"

Kurt bit his lip to hide a grin, "Id like that, but please, Ill buy, I made you spill your drink," He gestured at the darker splotch across Blaines front,

"Cmon Kurt, if I remember correctly, the last time we hung out, you bought the ice cream, its my turn,"

"You remember that?" Kurt whispered, confused and suddenly serious.

"Of course, doofus," Blaine smirked, flicking a piece of fluff off Kurts shoulder, "I didnt leave without a care, I thought about you a lot,"

"Jesus, so did I," Kurt muttered, abashed, "Well, Blaine Anderson, its your turn, then."

Blaine smiled, and walked past Kurt, catching the sleeve of his coat on Blaine finger, "Shall we?" And they disappeared into the crowd like smoke into the sky.

"Whatll you have?" Blaine asked, opening his wallet.

"Whats the cheapest?" Kurt questioned, biting his lip again, it was hard to be comfortable with Blaine, even if they were best friends a few years ago.

"Cmon Kurt, price doesnt matter, its just a drink."

Kurt nodded, but ordered the second cheapest drink anyways, "So whats new?" he asked Blaine, after the bartender aimlessly sloshed their drinks across the counter.

Blaine took a sip and made a face, "Thats a big question. Its been awhile."

"Its been too long, honestly," Kurt deadpanned, swirling his drink with the tip of his finger.

"So, uh, Elliot?" Blaine addressed the question hed been longing to ask since hed watched them perform the day before.

"What about him?" Kurt asked, obliviously.

"Are you two.." Blaine trailed off, raising his eyebrows.

"God. No. God." Kurt stumbled, waving his hands, "No, were, no, were not, its just a thing we do, you know, stage gay, rebellion, all that."

"Oh, thank god," Blaine replied, hiding his relief by taking another sip.

"What about you, seeing anyone?"

"Nah, I mean, there were guys, I dated a guy named Richard for a few months, but it wasnt serious, I mean..."

"No, no I get it, I was seeing a guy not long ago, Jeremy or some shit, I dont remember." Kurt smiled, gently nursing the drink Blained bought him.

"Alright," Blaine sighed.

"Alright." Kurt agreed, and they were silent.

"Do, uh, do you want to, like, dance, or something?" Blaine asked, raising his hazel eyes to meet Kurts.

"God yes." Kurt slipped off the barstool and lead Blaine into the center of the dance floor, shaking his hips to the tune of some awful electronica sound with a repetitive bass line. Blaine responded to Kurts dancing accordingly, but it was obvious he hadnt in a long time.

"Youre good at this," Blaine yelled over the music, putting his arm around Kurts waist.

"You too." Kurt grinned, pulling Blaines other hand to his other hip and smiling seductively at him. They shuffled awkwardly together, hardly any breathing room between them.

"Um," Blaine whispered, his voice close to Kurts ear, making the hair along his neck stick up, "I promise Im not trying to hook up with you, but, what do you say we leave?"

Kurt nodded into the curve of Blaines neck, "I wouldnt care if you were trying to hook up, you know,"

"God," Blaine replied, grabbing Kurt by the wrist and gently dragging him off the dance floor, and out on to the cold and bitter streets of New York.

"Where do you want to go?" Kurt asked, once theyd started walking, he grabbed the front of shirt and held it in front of him, airing out the sweat half from nerves, half from dancing.

"Your place, maybe? I promise Im not trying to hook up with you," Blaine repeated, obviously just as nervous as Kurt felt.

"Sure," Kurt smirked, "I live a few blocks from here,"

They walked in silence, occasionally pointing out art, or funny street signs. It was wonderful. They used to be able to sit in hours of silence on Kurts mattress, listening to records and the sounds of the night.

"This is it," Kurt gestured at the dingy looking apartment building, "Were, uh, on the 4th floor, and the elevator is jolty at best, wed better take the stairs."

"Alright," Blaine agreed, trailing after Kurt into the 16 story building he called home, "And, uh, who do you room with again?"

"Well, Elliot, Nick and Trey, you know, from my band, but Elliot almost constantly has some piece of eye candy on display, and Nick often invites these two equally loud twins who live below us, but generally its just the 4 of us."

"Huh." Blaine replied, "Sounds like a full house,"

"Yeah, were kind of like a family I guess, I mind theyre all queer as fuck, but wed never consider dating, you know?"

"Yeah, my roommate Jordan is gay as a carebear, but were friends."

"Jordan? Medium height, with brown hair and eyes, always has a camera?" Kurt asked, he looked surprised.

"Um, do you know him?"

"He was at my house this morning."

"Oh." Blaine replied.

"Yeah, he, um, hooked up with one of my boys, that makes sense, I knew I recognized him." Kurt gestured at the door after theyd climbed 4 flights of stairs, "This is us," He fumbled with the lock and shoved the door open.

"Kurt! Is that you?" Treys panicked tone rang at him,

"Jesus, what is it?" Kurt asked, pulling Blaine along with him as he followed Treys voice into the living room. Nothing couldve prepared him for what had unfolded after he left. Not only was Elliot still naked, but he had pulled out a giant fist shaped dildo and put it on the table as a centerpiece, Jordan was asleep, surrounded by plates and plates of pancakes, Nick was laying on the ground, replacing his shirt with a row of pancakes across his torso.

"What the fuck." Blaine whispered.

"Whos that?" Elliot demanded, "You shouldve told us there was company, we wouldve hid the pancakes."

Trey laughed, "Jordan is company too," He reminded Elliot.

"Pancakes." Nick muttered, weakly, stroking the pancake hed laid over his belly button with a dazed expression.

"Guys! Nick, for fucks sake you worked Jordan to death," ("Hes not dead, hes asleep, sleep. Shush." Nick murmured.) "Elliot, I.. I dont even want to know what you were planning with that." ("What? Its modern art!" Elliot replied, his words slurred.) "And Trey, you actually didnt do anything wrong this time, Im proud of you," Kurt sighed, deeply, bending down to pick up a plate of pancakes, and ignoring the quiet hiss Nick let out.

"Im Blaine." Blaine said, smiling kindly.

"Blaine?" Jordan whimpered, suddenly awake, "Oh, shit, man, you werent supposed to be here, what time is it, oh god."

"Are you high, Jordan?" Kurt asked, glaring at Elliot who shrugged in response.

"Yeah. Elliot kept rolling joints, there were so many, I had to help." He looked confused and then noticed the pancakes that formed a circle around his body, "Shit."

"Im.. Im not going to deal with this," Kurt decided, throwing his hands up and leading an amused looking Blaine into his room.

"They always like that?" Blaine laughed, after the door was closed behind them.

"Unfortunately," Kurt sighed, and lay across his bed, "Not that bad, until they get high though."

"Bummer." Blaine smiled, laying next to him on the bed, pressing his body against Kurts, "Well, this is familiar."

The corner of Kurts mouth quirked and he turned to look at Blaine, "If you look beyond the gel and good oral hygiene, you look the same as the sweaty teenager` you once were."

"Thanks," Blaine turned to face Kurt too, their faces inches apart, "You still listen to Bloodliner?" A pattering of footsteps stopped at the door,

"You dont have to answer that, Kurt," A breathy voice muttered under the crack, "I will for you. Yes."

"Nick, fuck off." Kurt grinned, tossing a pillow at the door.

"Nick likes Bloodliner?"

"Loves them."

Blaine chuckled, "You still look the same," He mused, pressing their foreheads together.

"Yeah?" Kurt inched closer.

"Yeah." Blaine whispered, pressing his lips against Kurts.

"Yeah." Kurt repeated, putting a hand lazily on Blaines side as their mouths met hungrily together. But this time wasnt that disgusting. It was still totally hot though.

Blaine woke up in a strangers bed. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes, and yawned thoughtfully, glancing at Kurt who was taking up far more than his share of the bed. Blaine bent forward and kissed his forehead gently. They hadnt fucked. For that, Blaine was grateful. Kurt was totally hot, enormously so, even if his eyeliner was slightly outdated. But sex would be too much, just laying, and kissing, was perfect.

Kurt shifted and made a contented sleepy noise. He blinked and looked worriedly up at Blaine, "Hey."

"Hey." Blaine replied, smiling softly, "You hungry?"

"No food." Kurt nuzzled his face back into the pillow.

"Theres probably pancakes left."

"Fuck." Kurt whispered, sitting up and stretching, "Pancakes it is then."

So, pancakes it was. They each ate 3 before deciding enough was enough, as Nick and Trey trickled in through the door,

"Are you eating my pancakes?" Nick demanded, staring at the plate Kurt was shoving into the stack of dirty dishes.

"No, I"m eating Jordans pancakes, and theyre really good," Kurt clarified, shooting a look at Nick, who scowled.

"Thanks." Jordan smiled earnestly, walking in behind Trey, wearing another of Treys shirts, looking content.

"Two nights in a row, this is getting serious," Kurt commented, knocking Elliotts fist shaped dildo off the table and replacing it with an empty vase, "We need flowers." He muttered to no one in particular.

"I better head out," Blaine whispered, hugging Kurt from behind, "You want a ride Jj?"

"Nah." Jordan answered, smiling at Trey, "Im good."

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