Kurt had never really been a fan of the coffee joint on campus. It was too trendy, filled with electronic beats that, while fine on their own, was too much for him first thing in the mornings when he would buy himself a cup. Still, the coffee was decent; certainly better than the instant stuff he hoarded in his dorm room, and anything was better than the brown schlop the cafeteria tried to pass off as coffee.

He and Blaine walked alongside one another on the way there, quiet and sharing the occasional glance to one another. Everytime Blaine would catch Kurt looking, and Kurt would get a grin from the curly haired boy. Blowjobs were amazing things. They made anyone easier to get along with.

Not that he had done it for that reason. He had truly felt like giving Blaine head when he realized Blaine was alone in that locker room. He also understood what Blaine had been talking about though when he asked if it came with a catch. For any other guy Kurt would have done it to procure a favor.

"Lets not go."

Blaines eyes flashed over to Kurt, confusion settling into those golden orbs so quickly Kurt knew that Blaine would never truly be capable of lying because those eyes gave away everything. "But what about….?"

"I cant think of anyone who would have anything to hold against me Blaine… do you?"

Blaine shook his head, "No… I mean… maybe when my parents had their company and everything… but the Anderson name isnt worth a dime anymore… and I had deftly tried to avoid making enemies my whole life…."

"Then screw em. They have nothing on us."

"Except for pictures."

Kurt shrugged, trying to act like that wasnt a big deal. So long as they stayed out of the hands of his dad, he was alright with that. Let the girls see that he wasnt a total prude.

"Are you really okay with it Kurt? I know I am… I was just… going because I thought that maybe they had something on you…"

Kurt chuckled softly. "Your chivalry knows no bounds."

"Im being honest."

"I know."

They detoured, to no place in particular except away from the coffee shop, quiet once more until they came to the arboretum. Stepping inside, Kurt sat on one of the benches under an old looking tree with Blaine settling in beside him. "Im going about this all wrong."

"Oh?"

Blaine nodded, leaning forward and looking towards the mossy stone under his feet as he spoke. "I should have asked you out first… we should have danced and had dinner and then.. several dates later… maybe…."

Kurt arched a brow up, "Really? What century are you from Blaine?"

"I dont think the idea of courting someone is old fashioned Kurt."

"So you regret what weve done."

"Yes… No!" Blaine groaned and wiped his palms over his forehead and back over his hair in exasperation. "I mean I… shit…"

"Well dont worry about it then. Chalk it up to a college learning experience."

Blaine looked back over his shoulder towards Kurt, trying so hard to be casual about it all. "Really? Just that?"

Kurt nodded stiffly.

Again Blaine looked away, out at the flowers growing in a central garden. "I dont regret you.. just the way it happened."

Kurts heart fluttered, and with Blaine not looking his way he was able to rub the sore spot it made on his chest as it wobbled under his ribs. It took everything to try and stay collected with that revelation. "I… "

"You dont have to reciprocate Kurt. I get thats not your style. Its okay…"

Just like that Kurts heart went from fluttering in his chest feather like to dropping like a stone on his stomach. "Not my style… you mean you think Im a happy to throw myself around… without any strings attached…"

"Well…" Blaines fumbling for a response just made the rock on Kurts stomach grow denser.

"Whatever." Kurt stood up, Blaine following his lead until Kurt lifted a hand, palm out towards him, "Dont worry about it. Youre right. I enjoy sleeping around without having to suffer through the motions of silly romance. I was wrong to not say anything earlier, so Ill say it now - Im not interested Blaine."

Kurt watched those tell-all eyes, trying to decipher them as they went wide and then small in matter of microseconds. Shock maybe? Relief? Sadness? He walked away before Blaines mouth could form a response, trying to remain as stiff as possible with all his movements until he was out of Blaines sight.

Then he ran.

Ran back to his dorm where he closed the door, propping a door up under the door handle just in case Quinn had any bright ideas about busting in again. The bed was stripped down, all memory and scent of Blaine erased like that, and Kurt crawled up and under his spare blanket to hide from the world as best as he could.

AuntieSnix
I cant believe those jerks ditched us!

Quintessential
I cant believe you actually had no plan for those pictures.

AuntieSnix
I just wanted to make them sweat a little.

Quintessential
Judging by the state of Kurts room this morning, that was already accomplished.

KittysKorner
Ew.

AuntieSnix
Besides, I have a plan for those pictures. Scrapbook!

FondueForMew
I love traveling down memory lane.