Kurt giggled madly as he looked at the screen, needing to bring his fist up to his mouth to try and stem the flow of chuckles falling from his lips before it turned into an outright guffaw.

“What's got you so entertained Kurt?”

The man in question looked over to his dad, now hovering in his bedroom doorway and looking towards Kurt with a half smile.  He'd been getting a lot of that look since Kurt had returned home, much to his surprise.  He had been sure his dad would have been disappointed in him for quitting, for not sticking it out when he essentially had a free pass on his education, but instead his dad just accepted him back with open arms, accepting his explanation and reasoning (though the trimmed version from what he had told Quinn) and putting his name on the shop schedule.

“Just… a friend.  Telling jokes.”  Kurt said, eyes flitting away from making contact with his father's who made a knowing “Mmmhmm.” before wandering off down the hall.

Kurt Hummel: Sorry.  Dad stopped by my room.

Blaine Anderson: That's okay.  You need to go?

Kurt Hummel:  No.  Don't start work for an hour.  Tell me more about what Santana and Quinn were arguing over.

Talking over the internet was easy.  While they seemed to respond to each other's messages instantly, there was still a pause afforded to Kurt so he could think about what he was going to say.  Something he usually wasn't afforded in face to face interactions, and something that he wished for given how many needless arguments he had jumped into without thinking.  He hadn't been sure when a friend request from Blaine Anderson had shown up on his phone three weeks ago, less sure when he saw the accompanying message that said “This is Santana.  Add Blaine before he turns into a weeping sack of man mess.  I can't deal with this.”, but he hadn't regretted it.  That first day he had chatted amicably with Blaine for over an hour, all the while snooping through his posted photos and old statuses.  

In a way it was like the two of them were starting fresh, and Kurt could be free now to express himself the way he wanted to without his wall blocking the space between them.  Sure there was the awkward mentioned of “those times” but now Kurt knew more about Blaine Anderson, and had realized there was more to appreciate than just how good of a lay he was.  

For example, Blaine shared his love of classic (and current for that matter) Broadway hits.   Blaine had been in a show choir for most of his high school career, something that wasn't available to Kurt but that he had always wished he could have participated in.  They both had lackluster first times, but didn't dwell on them.  Blaine even had most of Kurt's favorite songs on his playlist.  

He wasn't perfect though.  He had a strange bird fetish, always posting the most random pictures of birds he found interesting or pretty where most people would post pictures of cats doing funny things.  All the videos of Blaine singing from his high school days had featured pop hits (though his voice was incredibly melodic), and he had a weird aversion to playing those little time wasting games online that kept Kurt occupied whether he was waiting in traffic, sitting on the toilet, or waiting for the caffeine to wear off in bed.  Kurt had really hoped Blaine would have been interested in those games so he'd have one more friend to trade items with in game.

His sleep had gotten much better since he had returned him.  Carole had confiscated all his caffeine pills, giving him holy hell over reduced bone density, anxiety, and urinary issues to which his dad followed suite.  Left acquiring caffeine the “normal way” through coffee and coke, he didn't take in as much and found he was a lot less restless and had actually been able to get full nights of sleep.

It had been after one of those full nights of sleep that his dad had awoken his yesterday, saying a package had arrived for him in the mail.  Not expecting anything, and sure it was just his dad's way of telling him to get his butt out of bed, Kurt had gone through his usual morning routine before going downstairs and being greeted with a bouquet of yellow roses.

“They're beautiful Kurt!”  Carole had preened, already setting them up in a vase and making less than subtle suggestions that Burt should buy her flowers now and then.

The card had been from Blaine, saying that yellow represented friendship and he was glad that he could be friends with Kurt.  How Blaine had gotten his address was only a mystery for a minute with Quinn texting and asking if he'd gotten anything special in the mail that morning.

The girls had continued to be much too invested in trying to get him and Blaine together.  Santana had told Kurt on several occasions about how much Blaine talked about him, also making note of all of Blaine's qualities, which in her mind included a “hefty package”.  Meanwhile, Quinn had been consistent in suggesting that Kurt come visit them on campus during parties that Blaine would coincidentally also be attending.

“I get that he likes me… and I like him too.  I just need some time to figure out who I am without anyone else.  I mean… it's not like we're in this constant state of agony where we don't think the other person likes them even though they do.  It's not like in all those teen romance novels.”  He had told the both of them.

Not that it stopped them from trying.

Kurt Hummel: So… the flowers…

Blaine Anderson: I was wondering if you had gotten them.

Kurt Hummel:  I did.  Yesterday morning in fact.  Just wasn't sure how to respond.

Blaine Anderson: Just wanted you to know that I was thinking about you.

Kurt Hummel.  I appreciate it.  First time anyone had bought me flowers.

Blaine Anderson: Really?

Kurt Hummel: Really.

Blaine Anderson: Well everyone else is stupid then.

Kurt Hummel: How are classes?

Blaine Anderson: Okay.  Boring.  The same as always.

Kurt Hummel: I thought you liked all that money talk.

Blaine Anderson: I'm in it because it means a secure job one day.  I don't want to end up in the same boat as my parents.

Kurt Hummel: What would you do though if you could do anything?

Blaine Anderson: …. not sure.  No one's ever asked me that before.

Kurt Hummel: I'm asking.

Blaine Anderson: I don't know.  Music maybe?  Teaching?  

Kurt Hummel: You like kids?

Blaine Anderson: Yeah.  I always wanted to babysit but my parents wouldn't let me because “only girls do that” and “you don't need the money”.  I love hanging out with little kids though.  They're all so happy and hopeful and…. I am coming off as some kind of creepy paedophile?

Kurt Hummel: Not at all.  I think it's sweet.

Blaine Anderson: Yeah.. well… I figure since I can't make kids of my own it would be nice to have some around.

Kurt Hummel: Gay men can adopt or use surrogates.

Blaine Anderson: Both cost money, money will take time for me to save up.  

Kurt Hummel: So impatient.

Blaine Anderson: I assume you want to be on stage?

Kurt Hummel: Yes.  I love entertaining.

Blaine Anderson: Oooooo!

Kurt Hummel: Not THAT way.

Blaine Anderson: Joking.  I know.  You shone in Midsummer's Night Dream.  I also creeped out the videos of the plays you were in last year.  You're amazing.  Can't pay attention to anyone else when you're on stage.

Kurt Hummel: I do draw focus.

Blaine Anderson: You definitely do.

Yes.  It was easy to talk to Blaine like this.  Safe for that matter too.  Kurt knew he couldn't limit it to messaging forever though.  Eventually he'd have to take a step out of his safe bubble he had formed in Lima, though first he had to make sure that when he did step out, it was the real him emerging.

KittysKorner
There's nothing to gossip about anymore.

AuntieSnix
We could always get nasty and competitive with the Sirens again.

Quintessential
You could.  But given you both are always hanging out in my dorm room anyhow it wouldn't last long.

FondueForMew
You have the biggest room Quinn.

AuntieSnix
We should invite Blaine to our sleepovers.

KittysKorner
Ew.  He has boy cooties.

FondueForMew
All my vaccinations are up to date.