Blaine was sure things had been going good.

Of course, then he opened his mouth and had screwed it all up. What it all was that he screwed up though was a mystery. He and Kurt hadnt been more than a two time…. two and a half time?... thing. Yet the connection that he felt in each of those instances was unparalleled. There was something about being with Kurt that he had never experienced with anyone else. Call it magnetism, or natural attraction, or maybe even something as decisive as fate, Blaine was sure there was more to what he felt about Kurt than just simple lust.

"Its lust baby brother. Pure and simple."

Blaine rolled his eyes. In the absence of anyone else to talk to about his predicament, he had called his older brother, hoping against hope that Cooper might have a small piece of wisdom to help him figure it all out.

"You had killer sex by the sounds of things… and about damn time. You wouldnt even tell me about those other guys which I presume meant they were horrendous in the sack - "

"I didnt tell you because youre my brother Coop." Blaine interrupted in defense… even though Cooper wasnt exactly far from the truth.

"Anyhow. Youre in college man. Live a little. Enjoy the scene. Have tons of great sex and then come out here and be my wingman. College isnt for finding your one true love or whatever Disney value system you somehow believe in. Hell, college isnt good for much except for college girls… or guys in your case."

Blaine sighed. Cooper never had understood his insistence on higher education, especially since he had done alright with running to Los Angeles after high school. Cooper had never gotten along with their parents, despite being their golden child. He wanted the spotlight that came with Hollywood, and his parents didnt see it as a respectable career.

Suffice it to say that family get togethers were chilly.

"I dont know why I called you Coop…."

"Because you know you cant talk to mom and dad about this stuff? Hell, only reason theyre okay with you now is because you saved their asses after the whole bankruptcy thing. I kind of almost wish they still had the company and those pictures of you with Chris -"

"Kurt."

"- Kurt in your bed leaked. Would have been hilarious… for me anyhow."

"Good to know you have my best interests at heart Coop." Blaine deadpanned.

"Whatever… they got what was coming to them… fighting that stupid court battle over their homophobic human resources policy just to try and make you feel like crap. It bit their asses in the end… and then you… you dummy… saved those asses."

"Theyre my parents Coop."

"Mine too. But they didnt deserve saving."

Blaine shrugged, though Cooper couldnt see it. "As always Coop… well disagree on that topic…"

"Right… your sex life issue."

"I believe I introduced it as a love life issue."

"Overrated."

The call went no where, and Blaine wasnt sure why he was surprised at that. Cooper had yet to have a relationship lasting more than a night. As soon as he hung up the call, a text came through.

having kinky sex? - Santana

No. - Blaine

aww too bad - Santana

Blaine rolled his eyes. Why his non-existent relationship with Kurt was more exciting to Santana than her own very existent relationship with Brittany was mind boggling.

Granted… Santana did have a relationship. He called her as soon as the thought hit him.

"If youre not having Kurt slam into you Im not interested in what youre doing." Santana said by way of a phone greeting.

"What if Im calling to tell you I dont know what to do about him?"

"Hmph. Still not as interesting."

"Even if Im calling for your advice?"

There was a pause, and then, "Itll cost you."

"Name your price."

"Exclusive information."

Blaine sighed. "Thats what I was going to give you anyhow…."

Through the phone, Santana whooped and Blaine cringed, feeling like he was making some kind of deal with the devil. He told her everything though, ignoring her intermittent comments of "Wanky" and "Hot" when it got to the more explicit parts of the tale, and waiting through her silence when he got to the part about Kurt suddenly dumping him in the arboretum that afternoon.

"You… are such.. an idiot Blaine."

"Really? Thats all youve got for me?"

"Kurt has been all about romance since I first laid eyes on him. All thats happened is that hes covered up that mushy side of himself with a thick, brick wall. I ever tell you what happened back in high school?"

"Besides endless drama?"

"Because of the endless drama actually…. I used to be part of their core group… me, Quinn, Brit, and Kurt. The Unholy Quartet. I wasnt honest with myself back then… I loved Brit then, but wouldnt be with her because I wasnt out. I was using this guy, the same guy that had been bullying Kurt relentlessly even when he was part of our group, as a beard because he needed a beard just as badly if not more."

"He was a self hating homosexual…"

"Exactly. Had a huge crush on Kurt too. Probably why he picked on him the worst. Third grade antics really… Anyhow. The guy made a move on Kurt, and Kurt gave him unholy shit in front of everyone at school, effectively outing the guy and me in the process. To say we ended up fighting was an understatement and I just ended up stop hanging out with them aside from practices. It hurt too badly. Kurt apologised… over and over… and I forgave him a long time ago, but it was never the same. Especially when the guy transferred and someone at his new school found out about what had happened…"

"Oh…"

"Yeah. He was tormented pretty badly. Dose of his own medicine Quinn said once… except he wasnt tough like Kurt. He tried hanging himself. His dad found him in time. Kurt hasnt been the same since. Frigid but easy all in one… which is nothing like what he used to be. I think he does it to punish himself."

"So youre trying to tell me…."

"Kurt doesnt think hes worthy of anything else. If you like him Blaine, then make a damned decisive move. None of this weak half-assed bullshit."

"Like what?"

"I dont know. Just figure it out so I dont have to deal with your mopiness while were practicing out in the snow."

"Snow?"

"Yes. Snow. Were you blind and senseless this afternoon in the field. Its the middle of winter dumbass."

"Huh…" Blaine tried to think back to practice, but the only memories that surfaced were him thinking about his situation with Kurt and the gossiping going on as a result of it… and the blowjob… that was quite the spectacular memory.

"Geeze. You really do have it bad."

"I guess… see you tomorrow?"

"Like I have a choice." Santana huffed before there was a click and the line went dead, leaving Blaine looking at his phone and wondering.

Now what?

AuntieSnix
Hows your boy Quinn?

Quintessential
Wont let me into his room. Yours?

AuntieSnix
Worse than any guy Ive ever met when it comes to figuring out the unspoken.

Quintessential
What are we going to do then?

AuntieSnix
We?

Quintessential
Yes. We. The plural.

FondueForMew
Sleepover?

KittyKorner
Im in!

Quintessential
Not what I meant… but sure. Lets have a ladies night planning session.

AuntieSnix
So I get to spend all night with a trio of hot women but I dont get to play with their lady parts? Ugh. I guess.