Thank you thank you thank you thank you! Callum was very nice, he took me for lunch at this cute little Tai place...it was amazing! I owe you one <3

Your welcome! I'm glad it went well....still on for tomorrow? My place 11am? <3

Yeah sounds good see you then! And thanks <3

"That's a lot of thank you's......" Dale said peering over my shoulder.

"Hello privacy?" I exclaim shuffling over in my seat so he can't see my screen any more. "He had his first date with Callum today....it went well!" I smiled at him stealing a French fry from his plate and popping it in my mouth.

"Hey! My fries!" he frowned at me when I winked in response. "That's good he had a nice time though.....even if I think-"

"Don't go there! If we were meant to have happened we would have all those years ago! I've moved passed that, we are friends!" I state stealing another chip before he stabs his fork in my general direction.

"You said the food here was unhealthy...." He raises his eyebrows at me. "And yet you still steal my fries, while you have a perfectly decent salad in front of you..." he smiles smugly as he puts one into his mouth moaning slightly for effect.

"My god will you quit it!? You don't want to be kicked out of a child friendly restaurant for those sexual noises..." he burst out laughing and a few parents nearby glared in our direction.

We were out for a Friday night dinner in a small restaurant that had a children's play area attached to it for Landin. I had got out of my meetings early freeing up my evening meaning I could meet Dale for our tradition while Jake was at work. The usually quiet place was mobbed tonight however as the cold November breeze started to drift across the city meaning children needed an indoor way to burn off energy.

"Please that was the least sexual noise I can make!" he snorted as quietly as possible.

"People are staring and they will think we are a couple....." I moan dropping my fork on to my plate in protest.

"We used to be a couple...." He shrugged casually, clearly finding my embarrassment hilarious.

"Yes before I got higher standards!" I wailed and covered my face as a rotund woman coughed loudly a table over.

"Before you decided to become a sex fiend! Who has now taken a vow of celibacy.....is that what's wrong? Do you need someone to take you rough and hard to get rid of your grouchiness?" a definite squeak of surprise comes from the woman's husband this time.

"Oh my god! Do you not have a filter anymore?" I wail keeping my eyes firmly pointing ahead of me.

"Of course I do it's just I have to keep these outbursts away from Landin's tiny ears....now you get all my filthy thoughts instead..."

"How about giving them to your husband?" I make eye contact with him asking him silently to drop it.

"Oh I give him plenty of other things instead...." He grins throwing a chip in my direction.

"You're such a child.....and to think I thought you had just turned 30!" I grin back knowing I have won the battle.

"Touché young floppy!" he raises his glass to me before taking a sip "Remember when Friday nights consisted of us going out and getting drunk, shaking our asses for all to see..."

"You mean you getting drunk and then stripping before I would have to escort you off the premises...." I take a sip of my drink to hide the grin I'm sporting.

"Please, you loved it! So did all the straight bouncers too....they were just in denial!" he smiled politely at the couple who had brusquely got up to leave. "Besides it got me a husband!" he fiddled with his platinum wedding ring on his finger.

"If only all gay guys found it appealing to be straddled in a taxi he was sitting in.... most guys would get a restraining order..." I stick my tongue out at him.

"What's a training order?" two little beady eyes appeared over the edge of the table as Landin crawled up into his chair.

"It's when people are a bit bad and the police keep them out!" Dale explains as I take a few bites of salad handing Landin a tomato. "Since when do you eat tomatoes dude?" he asks surprised.

"It has anti-oxy ants in it!" he beamed at me while Dale's jaw dropped.

"Antioxidants, but good try bud!" Dale just stares between us. "Are you turning my child into a brainiac?"

"I'm going to be like House!" he smiles proudly at me and I look over to Dale coyly.

"Like who?" he asks confused looking in my direction

"Gregory House! He loves that show now....almost obsessed actually" I mumble.

"He's really clever daddy!"

"Oh I know and your uncle Kurt thinks he's hot!" he declares and now Landin looks confused.

"Daddy he's not in the sun!" we both burst out laughing and Landin doesn't get why.

"And what exactly are you two teaching my child?" I hear come from behind me and turn to see dark hair and grey eyes.

"Daddy!!!" Landin jumps off his chair and lunges into Jakes arms.

"Hey baby!" he kisses his forehead and squeezes him tight before sitting into the now empty chair.

"Hi sweetie" I tease making Dale roll his eyes before leaning over to kiss him softly on the lips. They look so good together, when they first started dating Santana said it wouldn't last because they were both far too good looking to work but Jake was just the right balance of sensible and silly to counteract Dale. You only have to be in their presence for a few seconds to know they are meant to be. "What no kiss for your other man?" I pout playfully and he leans towards me to give me a hug and a peck on the cheek.

"That's all you get he's all mine!" Dale snarls with a grin and sneaks his hand into Jake's, intertwining their fingers.

"So what have I missed?" Jake steals a fry with his free hand and dips it in my salad dressing.

"Kurt got a very grateful text from Blaine...."

"Oh! What for?" Jake practically bounces in his chair.

"For setting him up on that date! He had a good time...I'm happy for him!" I say finishing off my salad and pushing my plate away from me.

"But?" Jake pushes as Landin curls into his chest rubbing Jakes sweater across his nose.

"But nothing!" this makes Jake and Dale share a look. "Don't do your couple telepathy on me! It won't work...."

"Well I just think your being very mature about this situation....I don't know if I could be this supportive in your position!" Jake says carefully and I sense a huge but coming. "But...I mean are you sure there's nothing between you? Those emails would suggest otherwise..."

"Will you all stop with the emails? That's harmless flirting...that none of you should have seen more to the point!" I point out as the waitress comes to clear our now empty plates.

"Well harmless flirting is harmless....until it's not! Just be careful. We all just want what's best for you..." Jake leans over to pat my shoulder and Landin begins to snore slightly indicating it's time to go.

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"You're late!!" I shout from the kitchen as Santana comes flying through the front door in last night's clothing.

"I know! I'll just jump in the shower and throw on some clothes...." She yells over her shoulder throwing clothes to the ground as she strips off en-route.

"I've just cleaned Tan!" I huff going to pick up the offending items as I hear the tap water trickle through the open door. "Where the hell did you get too?" I turn around to Mrs Benson sitting on the couch with sunglasses on.

"Oh darling please don't shout! I have the worst migraine of my life....." She moans holding her hands up to her forehead. I stomp back into the kitchen and find what I'm looking for going back through to her.

"Take two of these and for god sake go freshen up!" I mumble straightening up a few ornaments.

"Now my boy! Is that anyway to talk to your elders?" she smiled sweetly at me.

"When you don't go out partying till 10 the next morning I will consider you an elder...." I say moving a few vogues off the coffee table and onto the shelf on the far side wall. "Scratch that when you start dressing hideously and smelling of pee and cat's I'll treat you like an elder..." I smirk from where I'm standing.

"That will be the day I let you kill me...." She stands up and goes towards the front door. "I kissed a man that looked like that ex boy band member you all talk about with the curly hair?" she giggles as she saunters out the door. I shake my head silently and make my way through to the bathroom to see how Santana is getting along. I find her head hanging down letting the water cascade across her back.

"Did Mrs B make out with a Justin Timberlake look alike last night?" she jumps not realising I was there.

"Try the real deal!" she laughed scrubbing herself down with a sponge "She pretended to be this sweet old lady then BAM! Tongue all up in there...he didn't know what to do..." she shook her head at the memory.

"Oh! How has she not been arrested before now? I swear she makes you look like a saint!" I trail off as Santana spins around and I get a clear view of her ass "What the hell is that?!?!" I am screechy even to myself as I catch sight of bold black letters spelling out 'Hummel's bitch' on her right ass cheek.

"Oh! I forgot about that..." she spins to face me head on sending droplets of shower water across the room. "So funny story..."

"Funny ha-ha? Or funny I'm going to kill you?" I look pointedly at her as she switches off the faucet and nods towards the towel, so I pass it over to her.

"Well we had an hour to kill before the club got busy and met this awesome guy on the street....we couldn't say no once we were there! It would have been rude...." She starts drying herself off and squeezes past me out the door making me have to follow.

"It's real!! Santana how could you get that of all things on your skin?? I mean REALLY!" I grab her out an outfit for brunch out of her wardrobe and then sit on to the bed.

"Listen! It could have been worse!" Santana mumbles as she pulls her top down over her head "Mrs B got 'you look like I need beer goggles' put on her shoulder......" she giggles as she puts some cream on the now red looking marks on her skin before pulling her jeans on.

"I suppose one thing will at least make me happy..." I sigh getting up to finish up brunch. 30 minutes and he will be here.

"What?" she asks going over to her vanity to brush her hair and lifting the hair dryer out of her drawer.

"Your ass is going to sting like a bitch whenever you sit down too fast...Hey!" I quickly jump out the door as her hairbrush is launched in my direction. "I'll pretend that that was just a mistake while I go slave over a mean brunch menu shall I?"

"Of course my darling peachy....." she smiles sweetly and turns on the hair dryer effectively ending our conversation for now.

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"Okay so after we snuck in I realised it was a strip club....what's a girl going to do?!" Mrs B smiled shrugging her shoulders.

"You didn't!!" Blaine gasps spluttering on his water. We had long finished brunch and were yet to move from the table as we shared stories. He was currently being filled in on her last birthday.

"She did!" me and Santana chimed in.

"I would have loved to have seen that!" Blaine laughs a little.

"I thought you were gay darling? Kurt have you been feeding me false information so I don't steal your friend?" she's looking at me harshly but Santana rushes in to defend me first.

"Relax! He's as gay as the day is long....." Blaine hits his head softly on the table at that. "What? It's true!"

"You could phrase it nicer dear! Like Blaine enjoys having huge cocks up his-"

"Oh my god please do not finish that sentence!" he shouts from his table squashed position.

"Now you see why I told you to be prepared?" I giggle at his embarrassment. I've had it worse than that, she once asked a crowded subway car if anyone would like to get up on me....while I was sitting beside her.

"Oh honey you love me!" she smiled warmly beside me.

"And you're lucky I do or I wouldn't tolerate all of your behaviour...." She rolls her eyes at me turning her attention back to Blaine.

"He thinks he's so funny!" she takes his hand in hers and he looks up from the table. "So......what about you? Sleeping with anyone?"

"Eh hmmm I...." he fumbles over words clearly not expecting that question to have come up in this setting.

"Oh such a good question! Look at those flushed cheeks....he's like an innocent little boy!" Santana laughs, high fiving her across the table.

"Enough you two! And what's with the high fives? We're not in a locker room..." I moan standing up to tackle the dishes.

"Oh speaking of, I'm away to watch the nicks highlights!" Santana declared jumping up Mrs B following.

"You don't even like sports!!" I yell at her back walking out the door.

"Cheerleaders peachy!" is all I hear being mumbled through the wall as I sigh and fill the sink with water. Blaine comes up beside me and stands leaning against the counter watching as I start scrubbing a few pans.

"You seem awful stressed..." he trails off not quite a question but I know he's looking for an answer.

"It's just those two winding you up...." I sigh looking at him out of the corner of my eye but continuing with my task "I'm sorry we had to change and eat in, I forgot I had arranged brunch with the Gilmour girls! You can leave if you want to you know?"

"Hey getting to spend time with you is worth it...we've missed out on too much time! I would take the twisted sisters taunts in a burning building, if it meant seeing you!" his hands rubs my shoulder gently and I can't help but sag into it. "Kurt would you be annoyed if I said I didn't want to go out with Callum again?" I drop the glass I'm holding back into the water and it splashes gently.

"What?!" I spin to face him "I thought you liked him? There was a very specific thank you text if I remember rightly...." I joke when he blushes.

"I know! And he was nice......it's just.....I mean..." he looked so vulnerable in that moment my heart broke for the man he had become.

"It's just you're not ready." He smiled softly when he realised I got it.

"Yeah, I just don't think it would be fair to let him think I was ready for something I'm not. He has that hopeful look in his eye still....I can't take it from him." I pulled him into a tight hug and felt his arms tighten around my waist.

"I get it Blaine I do, but I'm not going to give up on that hope for you either." I whisper softly into his hair.

"Boys break it up!" a loud voice crashes through the moment and we move apart flushed. Well I was anyway. "Night out!" and with that Santana turned to leave us staring in her wake...... It was only 3pm.

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"I love this song! Come dance bumble!!" Santana slurred and whisked him on to the dance floor before he could argue. I watched with a laugh as she grabbed his ass and he clearly moaned something rude due to the looks he was receiving.

"Oh I know that look!" Mrs B's voice came into my subconscious "you've been bitten..." she giggles sipping her champagne. We were in the VIP lounge of Santana's favourite gay bar (having friends on the door never hurt when you were a superstar in the making) we had taken a couple of hours to get ready, okay I took a couple of hours to be deemed night club ready before heading out.

"What are you talking about?" I looked at her amused expression downing my own glass.

"You love him sweetness..." she said simply signalling the barman to give me another.

"No I don't! He's Blaine.... He's just-"

"Perfect?" she quirked her knowing brow at me.

"I used to think so...." I shrug downing my new glass and feeling the warmth spread over me.

"And now?"

"And now.....he's not ready! God why does life have to be so complicated...Why can't you just get what you want? When you want it?" I feel tears prickling in my eyes and curse myself for drinking so much champagne, it always makes me emotional....cocktails they make me happy. I point to the colourful drink behind me and waited for it to appear in my hand.

"Because if everyone got what they wanted without a fight then the juice wouldn't be worth the squeeze would it?" she says matter of factly.

"I hate the squeeze it takes too long!" I whine and she laughs leaning into me.

"You could always go dance with him? What harm would it do?" she whispers conspiratorially in my ears.

"Oh I don't know, end a friendship that's just starting back up? After five years which was when he found out about how I felt about him and stayed as far away as he could get! Not much harm at all really!" I groan downing my cocktail.

"It's better than watching him dance with Santana.... He looks a little scared! And besides I think you drinking any more would not be advised!" she used her best motherly tone and shoved me off the stool towards the dance floor.

"Urgh I hate you! But it's just a dance!" I shout over my shoulder walking out towards my two best friends.

"Hey good looking wanna get out of here?" a random gangly teen drawls from behind me before I reach them.

"No thanks I'm off to find my friends..." I smile forcefully before trying to move towards Blaine and Santana in the crowd when a hand grabs my waist.

"Hey what's the hurry? Don't you wanna dance?" he moves around blocking my view, pupils blown wide with want.

"Not with you...."

"Now that's not nice! I just wanna dance....you never know I could be the best you've ever had..." his hand trails up and down my side landing on my ass.

"Why don't you move your hand or you won't like what comes next!" I say standing my ground. I do not have time for try hard kids.

"And what exactly is coming next?" he winks at me and I feel my body tense up in anger as I get ready to explode but a fist comes flying out of the corner of my eye and sends the guy flying to the ground grabbing at his eyes.

"That's what happens next! Asshole!" Blaine's voice is low and hoarse and as I look as him his face changes into a reassuring smile "Let's go huh?" I just nod not quite knowing what to say.

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"Thanks for doing that but you really did not need to use violence, I could have handled it" I mumble softly as we wait for a taxi to come pick us all up.

"Please if he didn't I was coming over too and you know the bad press I would get!" Santana shouts a little loudly from where a few fans have gathered to get pictures.

"It's the least I could have done! Guys like that need putting in their place...." He shrugs softly "who knew boxing would come in handy on a night out with you?" he tries to joke.

"I could have handled it you know..." I pull him in to a hug and kiss his cheek softly "but thank you for defending me anyway" Blaine pulls back to look at me cupping my face in both his hands, making me swallow the lump down in my throat.

"I would do anything to keep you safe Kurt!" he whispers with a smile before ghosting his lips over my forehead and pulling away far too quickly for my liking. "Now get your butt in the taxi... I'll call you tomorrow." It's not until the three of us are staring out at him from our seats I turn to look at Mrs Benson with a dopey grin.

"The juice would soooooo be worth the squeeze....maybe one day" she pulls me into a hug and Santana looks at me confused.

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"Kurt wake up!!" I feel her body move onto my bed.

"Go away! If I don't get up the hangover can't get me!" I groan making my head thud loudly inside my skull.

"No you have to see this online blog" I shake my head before she continues "fine I'll read it out to you..."

"Is it necessary to read about yourself this early?" I give up turning to look at her when she thrusts the phone into my hand.

"Oh it's not about me..." she giggles as I look at the photo and title of the blog.

"Shit....." I growled out sitting up to lean against the head board.

Trouble in the spotlight?

Last night Pop superstar Santana Lopez was at her usual haunt Lollies with her go to partner in crime, best friend and Broadway costume designer Kurt Hummel (23). Rumour has it though that they left early -something uncommon for the duo-after a third party got into a fight with another party goer. An inside source also quoted that "Kurt was being hit on by this troll and out of nowhere a gorgeous curly haired man leapt into throw a few punches" shortly after this was meant to have taken place the trio were spotted outside by fans of Miss Lopez and while she was taking care of them, onlookers witnessed a very passionate display of affection between Hummel and this unnamed defender. We have a few questions to ask our favourite star and designer...how long has this cutie been in the picture? And when oh when will we see him again? Is there wedding bells in the future? Wouldn't it be fabulous to see what Kurt Hummel has planned for a fabulously extravagant wedding?

Words by ilovelopez.com Picture taken by fan

"SHIT!" I scream throwing myself back into bed and pulling the covers firmly over my face.