I glanced at the clock, trying to encourage the hands to move faster. I was in my last lesson of the day on a Friday afternoon. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Blaine doing his best not to fall asleep next to me. Mr Rickman was trying to explain some difficult mathematical formulas which I had no hope in hell of ever understanding and ever using in my life again. I just wanted school to be over so my plans for that evening could begin. It had been six weeks since Martin Granger had become my boyfriend. Everything was going well; except for a few minor arguments.
An example of one was Martin getting jealous and being pissed off. After two weeks of dating, I had introduced Martin to all my families: the Hudmels, the Warblers and the New Directions. He had come to Dalton to pick me up for a date and all the Warblers, except for Blaine as he had gone home for that evening, had assembled to meet him.
The situation had been slightly awkward but Martin had been his polite and charming self.
The Warblers had told me afterwards that they did like him but I could sense they were a bit uneasy about him, a reason they weren’t certain of. Martin had kept a tight grip on my hip with his arm securely around my waist, keeping me close to his body. He had glared at Nick and Jeff when I had pointed them out, and after saying hello he tried to demand that they delete the photo of me and got even more pissed off when Nick explained all the Warblers had a copy on their phones as he had sent it round. I tried to explain to Martin that the Warblers were just my friends and he didn’t have to be jealous and angry over the photo. Blaine and Martin had met when Blaine and I were in the Lima Bean after Warbler practice. Martin had come in to grab some coffee, spotted me and had come over. He asked who Blaine was and I could sense he was getting annoyed. To be fair, Blaine and I could have been mistaken for being on a date. Martin and Blaine were polite to one another but the tension was thick in the air. I knew the Warblers had been talking to their lead soloist about their countertenor’s boyfriend and that he knew how their meeting had gone. At several points, I had noticed Blaine and Martin glaring at one another. When Blaine had to return to Dalton (we had taken separate cars as I had met him at the Lima Bean), he pulled me in for a long and close hug and buried his face in my neck, before kissing my cheek. Martin had been furious and we had had an argument about my friendship with Blaine. I had argued that Blaine was my best friend and that he had helped me through a lot in my life so he was very important to me. Martin eventually had let it go but I could tell that he wasn’t fond of Blaine at all. Martin had gotten along with the New Directions a lot better as he had felt less threatened by the boys as they were all loved up with the girls. All the girls loved him as he was so charming with them. Brittany was so happy to see two dolphins together. He kept complimenting me and making me blush. Rachel told me how happy she was for me. I had been so nervous about Martin meeting my Dad. I knew Carole would be nice and that Finn had met him with the rest of my old Glee club. Dad had invited Martin over on a Wednesday night (when I was able to come home from Dalton for the night, plus he said he didn’t know Martin well enough for a Friday night dinner). The dinner had come better than I had expected. Dad put Martin through the Spanish inquisition which I had expected. Martin just smiled and answered the questions to the best of his ability. Finn was chatting to Martin easily due to their interests over football; plus the fact I had forced Finn to be especially nice to Martin. Carole had told me after Martin had left at ten at night that he was a nice and a good looking boy. Dad had said he was an alright kid then had made the comment about him being very possessive over him. Martin had constantly kept his arm around me and when we were at the dinner table he kept his hand on me as if he was letting the rest of the room know I was his; despite being with my family. I could have sworn as I was heading upstairs that Dad said he preferred Blaine better. I chose to ignore him as I didn’t want to get into an argument; I just wanted to go to bed.
I snapped my mind back to the present day to discover the clock hands hadn’t seemed to have sped up at all despite all my effort. I groaned and slumped down next to Blaine, who chuckled at my actions, “Blaine, wake me up when class is over.”

“No can do amigo! I’ll be long gone too. I’m doing my best here not to fall asleep.” Blaine replied, burying his face in his folded arms.

We only had ten minutes left but time was dragging by so slowly, I feared I had started developing wrinkles or maybe I had missed something big like Starkid unveiling the threequel. I decided to instead plan my outfit for that evening, mentally going through my wardrobe in my head. I was deciding what tie would go best with my shirt when the bell rang. Blaine shot up next to me, suddenly all alert, grabbed both our bags and slung them over his shoulder then grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the classroom. I tried to pull my hand out of his but Blaine just tightened his grip. I gave up on fighting and allowed myself to be pulled along. I smiled and waved to fellow Warblers as they shouted their goodbyes at us as we made our way through the hallways to the car park. By the exit to the car park, I noticed Wes and David slowly heading the same way coming from a different direction. Wes spotted us and waved. I saw his eyes zoom in on Blaine holding my hand and a smirk immediately appeared on his face. He nudged David who started smirking as well.

“Well hello Kurt and Blaine. What are your plans this fine evening?” Wes asked, his smirk growing. He obviously knew our plans but just wanted one of us to confirm them.

“Kurt and I are going to Rachel’s tonight for a party.” Blaine responded, turning to me and smiling.

“Wow man that sounds fun! Thanks for the invite Kurt. I am hurt! Ha-ha that rhymed.” David said, clutching his hand to his chest.

“Sorry boys, Rachel doesn’t want any more of the competition at her party in case people blab glee secrets. She just barely decided to invite Blaine and myself.” I replied.

“Who’s going tonight then?” Wes demanded, crossing his arms.

I thought for a moment, “Blaine, me, Martin...and all of the New Directions.”

I saw Wes raise his eyebrows and David look Blaine. It felt as if Blaine had tightened his grip slightly on my hand.

David looked at his watch, “Well, have fun tonight young chaps. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Wes, we have to hit the road if we want to get them on time for the girls.”

To my utter surprise, David placed a kiss on both mine and Blaine’s foreheads before heading off with Wes. Blaine and I looked at one another in shock and amusement. I cleared my throat, “Well...that was...err...interesting.”

Blaine just laughed, “Typical David that is. He’s really into his bromances.”

“Or just in the closet with Wes.” I responded, making Blaine laugh harder.

We made our way to Blaine’s car hand in hand. I had a feeling that if I tried to retract my hand from his Blaine wouldn’t let me. We reached his car and Blaine opened the passenger door for me, letting go of my hand.

“Why thank you, kind dapper sir!” I said before Blaine shut the door. I watched Blaine walk round the car to the driver’s side laughing to himself. He chucked our bags in the back of the car behind his seat, got in, started the engine and immediately turned the radio on. This was something Blaine and I always did when the two of us were in a car together on our own. The opening lyrics to Pink’s ‘Perfect’ came on and I started singing. Blaine had a serious Katy Perry and Pink fetish so I knew he would love this. I knew he had been campaigning to the Warbler council about doing a Pink song at Regionals. Knowing Blaine he would get his way. Blaine pulled out of Dalton’s car park and onto the main road. I kept singing, waiting for Blaine’s voice to join mine. I turned to look at him and was surprised to see Blaine looking at me and smiling widely (we had stopped at traffic lights as the light was red). I raised my eyebrow at him and finally Blaine started singing as the song reached the chorus. I always loved how

Blaine and I sounded together. We just had so much musical chemistry when singing together. We continued singing together with Blaine doing the rapping part with me occasionally singing lines. We continued singing together until the song reached its conclusion. I thought I heard Blaine mutter my name then continue with, “You’re perfect,” but I wasn’t certain and there was a chance if he had said it he was still thinking about the song. The next song came on and I didn’t recognise it but Blaine obviously did. His voice filled the car and he sounded so beautiful. I paid attention to the words he was singing and the sound of his voice. The lyrics contained words of heartbreak and Blaine showed that emotion. I started to feel a little uncomfortable, pondering the meaning of the lyrics.

“When the one you love is in love with someone else, don’t you know its torture? I mean its living hell.”

I felt Blaine’s eyes on my face for a second before he turned back to look at the road, continuing to sing. There were some lyrics that described looking into blue eyes which made me feel self conscious as I had blue eyes. After what seemed forever the song ended on the lyrics again, “I mean its living hell”. There was an awkward silence after the song ended between Blaine and I. I didn’t know what to say or how to act. I knew that song was just randomly playing on the radio but did Blaine really mean what he’d sung or was he just singing the lyrics?

“Here Kurt,” Blaine passed me a Michael Jackson Greatest Hits CD, “Put this on. I feel like jamming’ to some Michael.”

I put the CD into the CD player, “Really Blaine? Jamming?”

Blaine glanced at me and smiled, “Hey, I’m totally awesome!”

I rolled my eyes at his words, trying to fight a smile. ‘Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’’ blared out and Blaine started singing. The song really suited his voice. Maybe Michael Jackson was a possibility for the Warblers to perform at Regionals. I made a mental note in my mind to mention it to the Warbler Council. It was highly likely, however, that other glee clubs would do his songs as he was a legend. The rest of the journey passed with Blaine and I singing loudly to Michael Jackson songs. We arrived at my house while coming to the end of ‘Black Or White’. Blaine parked up and switched off the engine, “High five Kurt my man! We were incredible!”

I blushed at Blaine’s words but returned his high five. We got out of the car, grabbing our bags, and made our way into the house. Dad and Finn were watching TV, both sipping a beer. I guessed Carole was working at the hospital.

“Hey Dad!” I called out, trying to get my father’s attention.

Dad’s snapped up and his face broke out into a grin, “Kurt! It’s good to have you home son. Hello to you too Blaine.”

Dad stood up and pulled me into a tight hug, before releasing me and pulling Blaine into a gentler hug. Dad questioned us about our day and the journey home. He always suggested us to try a Mellencamp song when driving but it just reminded me of my days pretending to be someone I wasn’t and singing ‘Pink Houses’ in Glee club. Blaine still didn’t know about it and I wasn’t particularly keen for him to find out as it would involve my dating Brittany. We were finally excused to my room as Dad and Finn wanted to watch the game.

“Oh and Kurt, you can shut your bedroom door if you’re going to be watching Disney or musicals,” Dad said, picking up his beer, “I know what you two get like when you’re watching those. Your singing may be nice but it gets louder with each song. I want to be able to concentrate.”

I just laughed and motioned for Blaine to follow. I was surprised as if I invited any boys to my house, despite them being a friend, Dad always insisted on the bedroom door open. He obviously trusted or liked Blaine well enough now. I loved how much my Dad knew Blaine’s and mine friendship that we loved watching Disney films. When we reached my room Blaine dropped his bag, ran and jumped on my bed, laying spread out face down. I just burst out laughing, putting my own bag down. Blaine was just such a child plus we were now continuing with our Disney marathon.

“Blaine Warbler! Move now! I want to lie down as well. Move or no ‘Finding Nemo’ for you mister and we all know how much you love Dory!” I demanded, hands on my hips.

Blaine instantly shot up, moving over to allow me plenty of room, and then patted the place next to me. I just rolled my eyes before ensuring the DVD was in the player before jumping on the bed myself and sitting next to him. Blaine shook his head at me smiling, before reaching for his bag and grabbed some red vines out of his bag.

“Here you go Kurtsie! Red vines...what can’t they do?” Blaine chuckled to himself, before extracting two and handing me one.

“Do you really want that on your tombstone?” I asked curiously.

Blaine just laughed and continued eating his red vine, “Duh! Twizzlers can never beat the amazing red vine.”

“Blaine,” I seriously wondered about this boy, “You sound as if you’re in love with red vines. I suggest you let me press play so we can watch the film.”

Blaine looked sheepish for a moment, “Sorry Kurt. I just love me some red vines. I get distracted when they’re around. Seriously they’re amazing. Harry Potter could destroy Lord Voldemort with red vines. Please press play.”

I picked up the remote and pressed play, “I completely agree with you by the way but I need to watch Finding Nemo. Ellen DeGeneres is amazing as Dory. I love her so much.”

Blaine nodded frantically, “I love her too. I would love to go on her show if I ever get famous. If I ever got invited on, I would so write a song for her about Dory.”

I just smiled affectionately at him and patted his shoulder. The opening titles started and it suddenly hit me what happened in the opening scene. It looked like Blaine realised at the same time. He looked over at me, looking concerned, “Kurt...we don’t have to watch this. I’ll fast forward.”

I shook my head, “I’ll be okay.”

I heard Blaine sigh and then to my surprise, he pulled me against his chest so we were cuddled up together, “I’m not letting you watch this without some comfort. I care too much about you Kurt to see you upset with me doing nothing about it.”

His words touched my heart. I had told Blaine all about my mum and how much I still missed her. He was a true friend to hold me close to him and comfort me when I needed it. Marlin and Nemo reminded me in a way of my own relationship with my father, plus the two were left alone after the mother was killed by a bigger fish. Thankfully my mother wasn’t in a giant fish attack but she was still gone from my Dad and I. I did have to turn my head away a couple of times but Blaine just held me close. We stayed the remainder of the film like this; I could feel his chest vibrating when he laughed which was a lot. The film came to an end with both of us laughing about the sharks and how cool the turtles were. I looked over and glanced at the clock. It was half past six which meant Blaine and I had an hour to get ready.

“Thank you for that Blaine. I really appreciated it. You’re my best friend and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” I told Blaine honestly.

Blaine just hugged me again and kissed my cheek, “Please don’t thank me. You’re my best friend; I just want to be there for you. I don’t know what I’d do without you either.”

We separated and pulled at one another. I glanced at the clock then back to Blaine, “We have an hour so do you need to shower? You’re going first if you do. I insist. I’m just gonna put ‘How I Met Your Mother’ on so we can see the awesomeness of Neil Patrick Harris while getting ready to go out.”

“Fine Kurtsie I’ll shower first,” Blaine was rolling his eyes then he grinned at me, “Neil Patrick Harris is like a god for the gay community. I love him in ‘How I Met Your Mother.’ I would love to meet him.”

“Me too. I did meet someone who looked really like him called Bryan Ryan last year. He was a jerk though and I know Neil Patrick Harris wouldn’t be one. Anyway, Blaine go and get in that shower!”

Blaine saluted me, “Yes sir Kurt Hummel!”

I watched in amusement as he picked up his bag and made his way into the bathroom. I picked out season one of the comedy and put the first disc in. I decided to go in my father’s bathroom and have a shower; otherwise I’d be behind time schedule due to how Blaine takes in the shower as he holds concerts in there. I showered as quickly as I could, deciding not to wash my hair as I already had that morning. I put my hair net over it before I showered then took it off afterwards. I pretty soon realised all my belongings were back in my room. A sense of d�j� vu hit me as I clutched at the towel, holding it securely in place. I ran across the hallway and into my bedroom. As I was shutting my bedroom door, at that very moment Blaine came out of the bathroom wearing jeans with a black and white striped top, with a red cardigan on top. Blaine looked at me and just gaped. I raised my eyebrow until I realised my state of dress, “Shit!”

Clutching the towel, I flew into the bathroom. In there I was able to wash my face, style my hair but unfortunately my clothes were on the other side of the door. I took a deep breath to calm down, “Blaine?”

“Y...Yes?” I heard him stutter back.

“Can you close your eyes or turn away while I grab some clothes?” I asked feeling embarrassed.

“Yeah sure Kurt,” Blaine replied.

I unlocked the door and peered out. Blaine was lying on the bed facing the window. I was so grateful I had been daydreaming my outfit earlier in my lesson so I could just grab it and run back into the bathroom. I managed to successfully change and looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing my fashionable black leather skinny jeans with safety pins down each side, a red shirt which made my pale skin look fantastic, a black tie and a bondage belt. Oh Kurt Hummel goes all out when he goes to parties. I smiled at myself then opened the bathroom door. Blaine was watching the TV when he glanced at me. His eyes widened in surprise, “Wow Kurt, you look...great.”

Ignoring his hesitance I smiled back, “Thank you Blaine. So do you.”

“So is this a thing now?” Blaine asked, colour filling his face, “You walking around topless?”

I felt my face fill with colour as Blaine said that, “Oh God no! That was a complete accident. First Nick made me open the door then took a photo. Secondly I thought you were still showering and I...I had no clothes...Blaine I’m sorry...I...”

Blaine had got up from the bed and taken my hand, “Please don’t panic Kurt. I was kidding in a way. I know it was an accident. It just took me by surprise that’s all and...Kurt are those safety pins on your trousers?”

I smiled and twirled to show off my legs, “Fashion at its best!”

Blaine opened his mouth to reply but before he could I heard my dad calling me, “Kurt! Martin is here and Finn is ready too. Come down boys! Time for you to go!”

“We’ll be right down!” I yelled back.

I grabbed mine and Blaine’s coats and handed him his. He smiled back at me and we made sure we had what we needed before heading down the stairs. Martin was standing talking to Finn about God knows what when he saw me. I felt his eyes rake over my body and I saw him smile broadly at me. I smiled back, knowing I did look fantastic; especially my ass in these trousers. Suddenly Martin’s face fell slightly and I realised he had seen Blaine. I mentally sighed but refused to let either of them ruin my night. Dad came up to me and just affectionately rolled his eyes at my outfit, “Kurt I’ve already given Finn a talk about this party. Have a good time and stay safe. I’m not going to pretend there won’t be alcohol there but I hope you’ll be responsible enough not to drink.”

“Not going back there again Dad I can promise you,” I assured him.

Dad looked at me confused, “What do you mean Kurt?”

I suddenly realised Dad did not know about the whole April Rhodes/Miss Pillsbury/Bambi vomit incident, “I mean there was that one time I felt sick after drinking your beer.”

Dad just looked at me before shrugging it. He waved goodbye to us and made his way over to the sofa. Blaine and I followed Martin and Finn through the front door. Once outside, Martin pulled me to him and kissed him with all the passion he could muster in that moment. I seriously hoped for his sake that he had kissed me because he wanted to and not because he thought it would rile Blaine up.

“Hey you,” Martin whispered, kissing my lips softly once again.

“Hey you,” I repeated, smiling at my boyfriend. This was the Martin I really liked.

“I’ve been looking forward to this evening all day. I can’t wait to spend time with you with the New Directions and your Warbler friend.” Martin replied, stroking my cheek.

He never said Blaine’s name anymore after our argument after their meeting in the Lima Bean. It was always ‘your Warbler friend’. Finn beeped the horn at us, signifying that we had to get a move on. We headed towards the car after pulling apart to find Blaine in the back and an empty seat next to Finn. There was no way I was going to allow Martin and Blaine to sit next to one another otherwise I could predict a bloodbath occurring. I got in the back next to Blaine while Martin got in the front. Finn immediately started the football game again, talking about this NFL game he had gone to and how awesome it was. I saw Blaine on his phone and a minute later my phone vibrated.

From Blaine 19:31
I hope you won’t avoid me all night :( I know he will want you too but please don’t! Blaine xxx

I felt saddened when I received the text, knowing Blaine didn’t know the New Directions gang that well and it would be inconsiderate of me if I left him to his own devices.

From Kurt 19:33
Of course I won’t Blaine! I’m not leaving my best friend on his own! Kurt xxx

I sighed, wondering to myself would be always be the boyfriend verus the best friend and hoping the party would be okay.

(break)

“BUT IT’S JUST THE PRICE I PAY! DESTINY IS CALLING ME! OPEN UP MY EAGER EYES ‘CAUSE I’M MR BRIGHTSIDE!”

Everyone was screaming along to the words of The Killers’ ‘Mr Brightside’ as they all continue to dance about drinking. When we had arrived at the party Rachel had been trying to lay down some rules but in the end was convinced otherwise with her cry of, “Let’s Party!” Many of the New Directions immediately hit the alcohol. Blaine had joined in and had had a fair amount to drink. I was trying to keep an eye on him but Martin kept pulling me away telling me that my Warbler friend was fine. I would check up on Blaine when Martin was engaged in conversation with any members of the New Directions. Martin had had quite a bit to drink whereas I had only had one drink just to try it. I felt sorry for Finn who was the only one who was completely sober. I could see him looking at Quinn while Rachel tried to attach herself to him. He didn’t look like he minded completely but looked even more confused than the usual Finn look. Sam and Santana were eating one another’s faces which I hadn’t expected as I didn’t know they were together. Brittany was stripping everywhere and had come up to me a few times for a kiss but Martin always pushed her away. The song changed to ‘Party Rock Anthem’ by LMFAO and everyone cheered with delight. I could see Blaine raising his red cup in joy and he started manically dancing. I started dancing with Mercedes and Tina, jumping up and down and singing along, before an arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me away. Martin turned me so we were face to face. He had a tight grip on my hips while my hands rested on his shoulder. He leaned in and kissed him; his tongue flicking my bottom lip before pulling away.

“Fuck Kurt you’re so hot and sexy!” I blushed at his words, having never been called those two words before. I had never thought of myself as hot or sexy. Martin moved his lips to my eye, “I want you now Kurt Hummel!”

My eyes widened in shock as I moved Martin’s head back in line with him. I could tell he was drunk as his eyes were glazed over. We hadn’t spoken about sex or anything sexual. We just kissed and now to hear that when he was drunk and stronger than me, it scared me.

“Martin no!” I argued, trying to move out of his grip.

Martin just tightened his grip and leaned down to kiss me again. I moved my head out of the way, meaning Martin started attacking my neck, biting down, licking and sucking. I gasped at this unexpected action and grabbed his head to pull it away from my neck. Martin seemed to get the idea I was grabbing at his head to bring him closer so he increased his attack on my neck, his hand leaving my hip to inch down my thigh.

“Martin stop! No!” I cried, trying to get him off me.

I glanced around the room hoping someone would see this. I hoped to find Finn, the only sober one, and get some help. I didn’t know what to do. I was still frantically searching when my eyes met hazel. The hazel eyes were darkening, looking furious. Before I knew what was happening, Blaine had marched over to Martin and I and yanked Martin off of me. I was so relieved but scared at the look in Blaine’s eyes. Blaine grabbed at Martin’s collar and glared at him, looking slightly like a mad man.

“Blaine! Let him go! You’ve already got him off me!” I tried to in vain to make Blaine let go.

Blaine just looked like he was getting angrier the longer he looked at Martin. Suddenly his eyes blackened completely.

“You stupid bastard!” Blaine screamed, before punching Martin straight on in the face with all his might.