I woke up from the sound of rattling pots or pans from the kitchen. I stood up and stretched. On the way to brushing my teeth I tripped over a duffle bag. What the hell was that doing there? I got to the bathroom and reached for my toothbrush and there were two in the holder. I had forgotten about Wes's stay. I thought a Friday night slumber party with Wes would a little fun. He was such a ball of energy that I figured we would be doing some random things, but we didn't. We didn't really even talk. When we did joke around, it felt forced. I still didn't know why he was in my room, and if was personal, then, that was fine. His behavior worried me though. What could be so horrible or stressful that it made Wes so quiet? He barely said a word to me last night. He barely made a noise. He looked so tired. I think heard him crying, too. I asked if he was alright, but he pretended not to hear me.

A crash from the kitchen interrupted my thoughts. I ran over to the kitchen to find Wes with a few cake pans on the table, a bowl, and a few pots that must have fallen to the floor. I closed the door to the kitchen so we wouldn't wake anyone else on the hallway. I rushed over to help him pick them up.

"You don't have to do that, Kurt," Wes said as he put the pots in the sink.

"No, it's fine," I said, handing him the rest of the pots. "What are you doing up so early?"

"I just wanted to make a few things, today," He answered as he started washing things.

I walked over to the oven to see what he had been making. "Oh, so, you've decided to make a 4-layer cake, lasagna, and cheesy potatoes?"

"Yeah," he said, nervously, "I did."

"Why?" I asked.

"I just bake a lot when I'm stressed out about school," he said, irritated.

"What are you stressed out about?" I asked. "Your grades are fine, and you didn't seem to be struggling in anything while we did our homework last night. Is it something else?"

"No, I'm fine!" he shouted.

"Okay," I said. I guessed I'd better leave him alone. "I'll just go back to the room."

"No, Kurt, wait," Wes said. "You can stay, and I'm sorry. I'm just a little tired."

"It's okay," I assured him.

"No, it's not," he said as he stopped washing dishes and cleaned his hands. He walked over to the table and took a seat so I did the same. "I…Thank you, Kurt. You're letting me stay in your room without any clear explanation, and I'm being a jerk."

"It really is fine, Wes," I smiled. "You seemed to be going to through a rough patch right now."

"I guess I am in a way," Wes said quietly. "I just…I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I said as I got up from the table and made some coffee. "So, did you talk to David last night or this morning?"

"No, why do you ask?" Wes looked up at me confused.

"Oh, well, I got up in the middle of the night, and you weren't there. It was pretty late though," I said.

"Oh, no, I didn't," he said.

"Oh, well where'd you…Have you been here since last night? Did you sleep at all? And David still doesn't know why you just up and moved out?" I asked.

"Not all night," he said as he took the finished cake parts out of their pans and stacked them onto a cake plate. "I got some sleep, just not a lot. I was just here a little while before sunrise, so it was today, this morning…" He sighed. "I still haven't figured out what to say to David yet."

"Wes…what's been keeping you up? Is it just what's going on between you and David?" I asked, worried. "If it is, you should just talk to him. I'm sure David will understand."

"No, Kurt, he won't understand," he said, putting the pan down. "He won't understand," he said with teary eyes.

I got up and went over to the chair next to him and hugged him. "David's your best friend. Of course, he'll understand. You two seem to have really wonderful friendship," I said.

"That's why he won't understand, Kurt," he sniffed. "I love him, Kurt."

"I'm sure he loves you, too, Wes," I said. I was getting really confused.

"No, Kurt," he said as he let go of me and looked me in the eye. "I'm in love with him! I love David!"

He buried his face into my chest and started to cry. "Is that why you asked me about what it was like to be gay in French yesterday?"

I felt him nod on my chest. "When did you realize you liked him?"

"I don't know," Wes said. "I guess I've known since we got here to Dalton together, maybe sophomore year. I'm not sure. I know that's a long time, but I wasn't sure what to make of it. I finally came to terms with my feelings for him, and talked to my girlfriend. She says she kind of knew already." He smiled a little as he pulled back from me and sat up. "Then, I wasn't sure if I was gay or not. I didn't know what to think of it all, and I've decided that I don't really care. All I know is that, yeah, I am in love with my best friend, and if me loving him makes me 'gay' or whatever then I guess I'm gay."

"Congratulations, Wes!" I shouted and stood and clapped.

"…why are you congratulating me?" he asked.

"Because you just sort of kind of came out to me and I think that should always be celebrated somehow," I told him happily.

"But I haven't told anyone but you and Emily," he said.

"It doesn't matter. It takes a lot of courage to just tell someone something like that when you don't really know how they are going to respond to it," I explained.

"I still haven't told David," he said sadly. "I need to…but I'm afraid of how he will take it."

"David seems pretty open to gay people to me, Wes, especially with that whole Caroline disaster. So, I'm sure he will take it just fine," I told him.

"Yeah, I know he won't have a problem with me being gay, but he will have a problem with me being in love with him," Wes said. "He'll probably treat me differently. He might not want to hang out with me the way he always does. I know he's straight, and I know he won't be able to tell me that he likes me, too. I just don't want to hear it. I don't want the person I love to tell me that he's incapable of loving me the way I love him because our parts don't go together the way he would like. It's stupid, and it makes me sad, and I can't bear to hear him reject me, Kurt," he finished sadly.

"From what I see, Wes, is that you not telling him how you feel is eating you up," I said. "You aren't sleeping well. You aren't paying attention in class. You're tired, and you look miserable. David is probably wondering what's wrong with you too. I understand that since you like him that way, you don't want to live with him anymore, but you should tell David, soon. He looks just as upset as you do lately."

"I'll try my best to tell him soon," he said with a smile. "We could talk while awkwardly moving my things into my new room!"

"Well, maybe, before you move out, so you can hear his response, or something less awkward," I said, slowly.

"Yeah, I'll think of something," he said. "Nothing as public as what Blaine did, but something," he said playfully. "So you haven't changed your mind, right? You are still going to tell him today?"

"No, Wes, from the time of our pillow talk to now, I have not changed my mind," I informed him. "I am still not sure if I want to be a Warbler and although I am extremely nervous about it all, today, I am going to officially become Blaine Anderson's boyfriend if he'll have me."

Wes laughed. "He'll have you. That song was exactly how he felt. He likes you a lot, Kurt."

"Thanks for the reassurance," I said. Of course, Wes didn't know why I was afraid Blaine would reject me, but he still made me feel better.

"And when you guys make it officially, we can all eat this cake!" Wes shouted.

"I will attend the get-together, but I will not eat the cake," I said.

"Aw, why not?" he asked.

"Because it'll go straight to my thighs and no one wants a fatty," I said.

Wes laughed and got up to finish the dishes. "Kurt, I doubt you'll get fat from one slice of cake."

"You say that now," I said.

"Plus, I'm sure that Blaine will probably just think you're an adorable fatty," Wes said jokingly.

I laughed and blushed a little thinking of me and Blaine together.

"There's someone outside running," Wes told me randomly. "He's been out there out there since we started talking. It startled me because he looked right up at the window and waved."

I got up and looked over to see the boy Wes was referring to. "Who do you think it is?"

"I'm pretty sure it's Nick," he said, sadly. "He runs a lot in general because he's on the track team. He runs around all of the dorms a few thousand times. When he's super stressed, he runs for hours without stopping. I heard he skipped the whole day yesterday."

"Nick, seriously, skipped all of his classes?" I asked, appalled. "I knew he skipped first period but I thought maybe he went to some of them…"

"Yeah, he really did it, but all of the teachers assumed he was sick because it was Nick," Wes said. "And Nicholas Duval did not skip school without him being near death."

"Oh," I said. For one, I had no idea he was on the track team. I bet Nick's resume was 27 pages of just extracurriculars. And I also didn't know he actually skipped every single class. What did he do all day? I had hoped his stress wasn't from our fight though on top of everything else. "I'm going to go check on him, see you later."

"Okay, see you later, Kurt," Wes said as he waved. "And thank you."

"No problem," I said and winked as I left the kitchen.

I went to my room quickly. I grabbed my running shoes and a jacket and headed outside. I would never wear or own tennis shoes, but Dalton requires us to document at least "30 minutes of wellness a week" which meant exercise which meant running or lifting weights. We even had physicals where we were weighed and had to run a mile in a "sufficient" amount of time. They said it was just for our benefit to make sure we were healthy growing boys. I guess all of that was fine and better than actual P.E. classes. It was great really. I haven't done it yet because I'm excused because of my shoulder, but all I'm supposed to do is go to the gym on campus, swipe my I.D., stay for thirty minutes, and then leave. Jeff told me about how some people just play a round of Dance, Dance Revolution, and then leave. Some people play pool. So, I assumed that they were pretty lenient. I planned on sitting on one of those lovely black leather couches, and reading Vogue. Turning pages was definitely a workout for Kurt Hummel. Wait, I could exercise with Blaine or just watch him. God, I bet he looked incredible covered in sweat, lifting weights. Wow, I just couldn't get the images out of my head of all the possibilities. I would definitely be getting more than 30 minutes of wellness a week if I went to the gym with Blaine.

I shook my head as I got outside. I had to focus and find Nick, then, I could talk to Blaine.

When I finally caught up to Nick, he said, "Hey," and kept running. I decided to just run with him and talk at the same time.

"Hey," I finally said, breathlessly. "I'm sorry about our argument yesterday. I didn't mean that you were stupid or anything. I was just worried and you weren't really yourself. You haven't been talking to me much and I think—"

"Kurt," Nick interrupted. "Don't apologize to me. I was being an ass yesterday. I tried to steal my best friend's car to ditch school. I kind of deserved to be yelled at. I went back to my room and thought about it and calmed down and realized you were right. I've just been really stressed about…everything lately."

"I noticed," I told him. "I'm still sorry though."

"Don't worry about it," he said as he slowed his pace down to a jog as he spoke. "You're right I do need some way of getting my frustrations out, but I don't want to talk to anyone about it."

"Oh, what are you going to do then?" I asked him.

"I've got it under control," he said.

"Uh huh," I said. "Sure you do. Skipping all of your classes is not a good way to relieve stress. It's ridiculous. It's crazy—"

"Kurt, I know," Nick said with a smile. "I'm never doing it again. I just needed a day to clear my head." He reached down and rubbed his leg a little.

"You need a new quick way to clear your head besides missing school, Nick," I said.

"You mean like smoking?" he asked, joking.

"No, not like smoking," I said and laughed. "Next time, we could just talk about all the stuff that's stressing you out. I could help you organize your calendar more! You need hobbies that aren't just for school, not like drugs or anything. You need things that just relax you and just happen to be able to go on your resume."

"Yeah you're right which is why I'm running now," he said. "Running is a great way to relieve stress, and it clears my head."

"Yeah, I guess," I said. I never really thought of that before I came out here. I was more worried than anything else. "You should also think about dropping a few extracurricular activities, too." Nick gave me a shocked glanced at the thought of doing that so I revised that statement. "I mean not a few maybe just start with one or two."

"Sure, I could just quit the Warblers and the track team or maybe the student council," he said. "Or maybe I could even quit my tutoring job that helps me pay tuition here."

"Ha-ha, Nick," I said. "But seriously think about it. It'd probably be good for you to take a break from a few things. You should stop worrying so much about 'what ifs', too. You're always so prepared for everything. Would it be so bad if you were prepared as much as any normal person would be?"

"It'd be awful," he said.

"No, you'd be like the rest of us: human," I said. "We are allowed to make a mistake or two once in a while. Plus, you're a very secluded person, Nick. Your friends barely know you. I get why Jeff is always so worried about you, now, too. You never let people in, and you need to. You need to let people know how you feel and what's going on in your life, especially your friends. We're here to help you. Promise me you'll talk to me if you ever get too stressed out."

"I promise I'll talk to you, Kurt," he said. "But what will I say?"

"Just tell me what's bothering you and we'll go do something," I said.

"Okay," he smiled. It was nice to see him smile.

I looked over to him, and he rubbed his leg again. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he said as he sped up a little.

"But you were just rubbing your leg like it hurt," I said, confused. He was lying to me.

"It's fine. I hurt the other day doing something," he said. "It'll be okay."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about it, Kurt," he said.

He sped up even more, and put more pressure on his hurt leg. It was strange. I figured he'd be limping, but it seemed like the pain didn't bother him at all, or he was used to it. I was worried, but I left it alone knowing he would just say he was fine. "Okay," I said. "What exactly did you do for a whole day without school?"

"I slept mostly," he said, as he sped up even more. "I read a few things, and did a little homework, and slept some more."

"That's was definitely an exciting day," I joked. He just smiled and slowed down a little bit.

"So, how did Blaine serenading you go?" he asked. "I missed it."

I blushed. "Um, I, …he likes me," I said, dumbfounded.

"Yeah, I got that," Nick laughed. "What'd you tell him?"

"Nothing, yet, but I will today hopefully," I said. "Wait, how did you know about it if you weren't there?"

"The Warblers planned that," he said. "Yeah, I missed practice, but Wes, Thad, and David have been discussing it since that day we heard you sing and saw Blaine flirting with you or whatever. They make up the council so, of course, they went through with it."

"Oh, wow," I said. "I had no idea." I hadn't even thought of all the preparation that went into that. Blaine had all of the Warblers there to help him serenade me, so did they all know that he liked me?

"Are you going to tell him about what happened at your old school?" Nick asked out of the blue. "I mean I know you're probably not going to be too keen on heavy petting and making out right away…after what happened. How are you going to explain that to Blaine?"

"I'm going to tell him everything today, and hopefully he will still want to be with me," I said confidently.

"Good for you, Kurt," he said. "I'm glad you're okay with telling him. Blaine will take it just fine. He's over the moon for you, as they say."

"Thanks, so back to you Mr. Deflector," I said. "Are you going to talk to Jeff or someone about your stress and such?"

"Yeah, of course," he said as he sped up some. "I will talk to him soon."

"Okay, that's good, but you know you can talk to me, too, right?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he said, slowing down a bit. "I know."

"Well, I'm going to head back inside," I said to him as we reached the front doors of our dorm. "Are you sure you are okay, Nick?"

"Yeah," he said running a bit faster. "I'm doing pretty well."

I sighed. "See you later, Nick."

"Bye!" he said as he ran off.

He lied. I couldn't believe it. Every time he sped up while we ran, he told a lie. It was like he was literally running away from the truth. He wasn't fine at all, but he wasn't going to talk to me about it or Jeff anytime soon. At least he promised to talk to me if he got too stressed, and I believed him. I would have to try to get something out of him another time because I needed to get ready for my talk with Blaine. I didn't want to tell him I liked him, too, while wearing tennis shoes and sweat pants. That'd be awful. Once I got up to my room, Blaine was standing right outside my door. Great. He looked perfect and then there was me. I was in grey sweats, a white shirt, and tennis shoes. I was even sweating a little. I thought I'd die of embarrassment.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," I said, breathlessly. I hated the way he did that to me. He made my heart beat faster and faster every time I looked at him. When I finally was able to speak, I always sounded out of breath. Blaine Anderson would literally be the death of me.

"I was wondering if we could talk, but you weren't answering your phone, so I just decided to come by because you are literally right next door. When I got to the door, I wasn't sure if I should knock because you might have been sleeping which would explain you not answering your phone so I was going to just go back to my room…" Blaine rambled. I really loved his rants. They were so cute and I'm positive that the longer he talked, the wider my smile got.

"I'm glad I showed up so your brain wouldn't explode with thought," I said.

"Yeah, I'm glad…" he said shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I think I left my phone in the kitchen earlier, so you can go in while I go get my phone. The door's open," I told him.

He looked at me in disbelief and slowly turned the knob. "Oh okay, see you in a sec."

"Yeah, see you in a second," I said, walking over to the kitchen as Blaine entered my room, trying to remember if I had made my bed or not that morning.

Blaine's POV

I closed the door behind me and took a seat on the bed, on Kurt's bed. I had been anxious all night! I mean he said he'd talk to me "tomorrow" instead that night. We could have met up late at night somewhere private right outside the doors, but I guess Kurt wanted to make sure that Wes was okay, which was something else I liked about Kurt. He was always taking care of others. He's been really chummy with Nick lately and getting him to open up. He's even trying to help Wes with his problems too. Kurt was truly a dream come true in every way possible. He was simply wonderful from his eyes and smile to his intelligence and kindness. I love him, and I hope that one day he will come to love me, too. First, of course, I had to find out exactly how he felt towards me. I stared at the door completely terrified at what Kurt would say to me.

The door opened and Kurt closed it behind him. "Hey, sorry about that. With all the baking Wes is doing, I'm surprised it didn't get baked into a pie," he said, seriously, but I laughed anyway.

He looked at me and took a deep breath. It worried me. Did that mean that he had bad news? He sat next to me on the edge of the bed, and our hands almost brushed. He moved his hand back immediately and scooted to the head of the bed and sat in Indian style. There was so much space between us. He grabbed a pillow and hugged it. He looked right at me and opened his mouth to say something but closed it. He clutched his pillow tightly and looked down.

"Blaine, I don't know how I am going to follow your speech from yesterday, and I'm not going to try," he said. "I just want you to know that I like how charming you are. You are really polite and careful with your wording even when you're around your friends. Sometimes you make me feel like I'm in the 'happily ever after' part of a fairy tale just by smiling at me. I love how your eyes are this amazing topaz color that I've never seen before. I like how you always smell like fresh coffee even at the end of the day. It's like your blood is made of the stuff." I laughed at that.

"I said all that just to say, Blaine, I do like you a lot. I would love to be your boyfriend, but there is something I have to tell you first," Kurt said, slowly. He looked away me, and took a breath. He looked so afraid. What did he have to tell me? "I want to have a normal relationship with you, as in hand holding….making out…and eventually sex, but I'm not sure if I'm ready for all of that at a normal pace…" I gave him a confused look. Yeah, I thought about doing all those things, too, but I hope he knows that those things weren't really my top priority in our relationship. "I…this guy…well, something…he—"

"Kurt, stop," I said. He looked like he was about to burst into tears, and I couldn't take that. I couldn't see him like that. I scooted up next to him on the bed. I knew exactly where this was going. "If it's about what happened at your other school, then, I know," Blaine said sadly. "I heard you telling your dad about it. We share a wall, a very thin wall….The point is I don't care about that. Well, I do care. It's just that it doesn't bother me in the way you think it does. I'm not the kind of guy who just goes into a relationship wanting sex."

"You don't want to have to sex with me," he asked, sadly.

"No. I mean yes! Yes, I do eventually," I said, awkwardly. This was getting complicated. "What I'm trying to say is that I understand that because of what happened, what that jerk did, then, you might want to take things slowly. That is perfectly fine with me! I don't mind at all I just want to be with you. Well, as in dating you…officially, not as in be with you sexually. I mean I want that too, but when you're ready. I mean—"

"Blaine!" Kurt shouted. "Please, stop talking." He hugged me tightly. We both blushed. "So, you don't care that I'm slightly damaged?"

"Kurt, you're not damaged in anyway," I told him. "You're an amazing person, and no one can ever take that from you."

He blushed even more. "And you don't mind taking it slow?" he continued.

I smiled. "No, Kurt, I don't mind at all. We can just start like this," I said as I took Kurt's hand in mine and intertwined our fingers, slowly. "I just want to hold your hand."

"Like the Beatles song?" Kurt asked, cutely.

"Like the Beatles song," I replied with a smile. We were so close and I wanted to kiss him, but I figured it was too soon for that for him. I'd wait forever for a kiss from Kurt, though.

"Well, I need to shower after my morning run with Nick," Kurt said.

"Oh, right, okay," I said. "Walk me to my room?"

He laughed. "Sure, Blaine, of course."

I got up off of the bed and opened the door for him. "After you."

"Thank you," Kurt smiled.

I closed the door behind me as I left the room. I smiled at Kurt and reached out my hand. He grasped it tightly, and we took seven small steps to my door.

"We're here," he said, happily.

"Yeah, we're here," I sighed, wishing I lived farther away.

"Don't look so sad, Blaine," Kurt said, as he grabbed my other hand and brought us closer together. "I won't be gone forever." He smiled.

"Yeah, you're right," I said. "I can't believe I have a boyfriend. I can't believe you're my boyfriend."

"You're right it's kind of like a dream isn't it?" Kurt asked. "Oh, my gosh! We should celebrate!"

"We could go out to dinner tonight!" I said or yelled. I couldn't help it. I was so happy.

"Yeah, we could all go out and celebrate you guys!" Wes shouted as he opened Kurt's door. "I'm so glad it finally happened!"

"I was hoping that—" I said, but a door opened across the hall.

"What are you yelling about Wes?" Jeff asked. Then he looked forward at Kurt and I. "They're holding hands! Nick, Nick, come look!"

Nick came to the door slowly. "Wow. It finally happened. Congratulations."

My door swung upon and revealed a very angry Thad, who must have been sleeping. He opened his mouth to yell, I assume, but he looked down and saw holding hands Kurt and I were hands. "Sweet Jesus! It finally happened. Thank the Lord! Now I don't have to listen to Blaine talk about you constantly."

I blushed. "Well, I think it might get worse, now that they're together," Nick said.

David came out of his room, too. "What's everyone talking about?"

"Kurt and Blaine are dating, now!" Jeff said and pointed at us. "So, we are all going out to celebrate!"

"Well, I really was just thinking that—" I started but Jeff cut me off.

"I can't believe you two are finally together!" Jeff said. "Yes, a dinner is necessary. I'll drive. We'll go somewhere semi-fancy."

"Yaye, I'm so excited!" Wes yelled.

"I'm game," Nick said.

"I'm just glad Blaine can stop drooling over Kurt now that he has him," David said. "If a dinner what makes it official, then, please, sign me up."

"We will have our own private dinner soon, okay?" Kurt whispered into my ear. His voice was so gentle and tickled my ear.

"Yeah, okay," I said quietly.

"Aw, look," Jeff said, "they're already sharing secrets."

"Shut up, Jeff," I said. "What time is this dinner?"

"Let's go at 4:00p.m. to beat traffic and working old people," Wes said.

"Everyone cool with 4:00p.m.?" Jeff asked.

Everyone accept Kurt and I yelled, "Yeah!" simultaneously.

"I really don't think—" Kurt started.

"Okay, cool, it's decided," Jeff said, interrupting Kurt. "See you two love birds then."

Everyone went back to their rooms leaving Kurt and I alone again. "So, I guess I'll see you later?" I asked nervously.

"Yeah, see you later, Blaine," Kurt said as he let go of my hands, slowly. I watched him walk to his room and go inside. I went in my own room, and threw myself on the bed and sighed.

"You're a lucky one, Anderson," Thad said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, sitting up.

"You have, Kurt. You know, that cute boy that lives next door?" he said.

"Yeah, thanks," I said. "Hold on… you think Kurt is cute?"

"Hell yeah!" Thad said, as he flipped through his magazine. "He's adorable, way cuter than you."

"You're not…interested in him, are you?" I asked him, worried.

"No, of course not!" he said, still not looking up from his magazine. "Who would be interested in a boy with perfect porcelain skin, kindness out of this world, speaks fluid French, and sings like an angel?" His voice was laced with sarcasm.

"What are you getting at Thad?" I asked.

"What I'm saying Blaine is that although I may not be interested in Kurt, I'm sure that every gay guy at this school is or will be," Thad warned. "Keep him close. Don't lose him because you might not be able to get him back."

"Um…thanks for the depressing advice," I said. "If that was your way of saying 'Congrats' it was missing something."

"I'm just looking out for you, Blaine," he said. "I'm the last person that wants to see you and Kurt break up. I live with you and would have to see and hear you be all depressed. A happy Blaine is what this room needs," He smiled at me. I just laughed. "But, in all seriousness, you are truly lucky to be madly in love someone that actually likes you. It's not easy to come by so, don't take it for granted, okay Blaine?"

"I won't," I said, quietly.

"Good," he said, "now, let's pick out something for you to wear that doesn't involve a bow tie."

"I like my bow ties," I said, defensively, "they're classy and match everything and—"

"And they make me want to gouge my eyes out," Thad said happily. I just sighed, defeated.

We spent hours trying to figure out what I was going to wear. At the end of the day I just wore a pair of nice dark polo pants with a pair Lacoste shoes and a nice button up covered with a white Ralph Lauren sweater. I really hoped Kurt would be okay with the way it all looked. By the time we were done getting dressed it was time to meet everyone in the lobby. I decided to stop by Kurt's room so I could go down with him. I knocked on his door and he opened it immediately.

"Hi," he said, breathlessly. I loved how flustered he was.

"You ready?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "I was worried about what to wear, and it took me up until now to get dressed…Do I look okay?"

I smiled at him. He was wearing a thin, pale shirt, a short, white jacket, and that pair of grey wool cargo pants from McQueen's collection that we saw at the mall. They really suited him. "You look gorgeous," I told him. He blushed. He grabbed my arm, and we walked to the elevator together.

"Oh, wait, I forgot my wallet," he said, as the elevator door opened. "I'll be right back."

I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the elevator. "Don't worry about it. I got it," I said.

"No, Blaine, I can't let you pay," he said, worried. "Plus, I have no idea where we are going, and who knows how expensive it'll be."

"It's fine," I said. "I want to do it. I was going to pay anyway because this was supposed to be our first dinner as a couple, alone, but our friends wanted to come along." I laughed as the elevator door opened.

"But, Blaine—" Kurt started.

"Oh, look, we're in the lobby," I said, cheerfully, as I pulled him out of the elevator. "You can't argue with me in public in front of all our friends," I finished.

He sighed, playfully. "Fine, but next time, I'm paying."

"I'll think about it," I said, smiling at him. I had no intention of making Kurt pay for anything unless he just really, really wanted to.

"They're here!" Jeff said as he started to head outside to his truck. "We didn't pick anywhere fancy, but you're going to like it. Nick and I looked for—"

"So, Nick and you are on speaking terms again?" Kurt asked.

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"Yeah, I guess we are," Nick said, surprised.

"Yeah," Jeff said, as he ruffled Nick's hair. "I didn't even think about it. Anyway, We're going to Frenz! We were going to go with Olive Garden, but Nick figured you guys would want to have your first date there."

"Yeah," Nick said. "I know Kurt loves salads and soup, and Blaine seems to love sandwiches and pizzas."

"So, it's perfect!" Jeff said as he started the car.

The ride there was really short. I hadn't ever been to Frenz before, so this should be interesting. During the car ride, Kurt sat by the window and I sat beside him. Beside us was Wes who I noticed was kind of glaring at Kurt and I.

"Wes…is something wrong?" I asked. David looked quickly at Wes, who turned the opposite direction.

"It's just that I'm so jealous of you guys!" Wes pouted.

"Don't worry, Wes," Jeff said. "One day you will have a boyfriend just as cute as Kurt, and we'll all celebrate just like we did with them."

Everyone shared a laugh except Kurt. He just smiled weakly. I guess he was just embarrassed that they were picking on us, but I looked over at Wes and he didn't seem to take a liking to the joke either.

We went into the place, and we were seated near the very back of the restaurant near the rest rooms. I assumed it was because we were such a large group and the biggest booth they had to offer was in the back corner. It was really huge. One side fit Thad, Nick, David, and Jeff, and the other side fit Wes, me, and Kurt.

"Hi, I'm Chad," said the waiter as he came up. "I'll be your server for today," he said as he passed out menus. I guess he miss counted us when we came in because he forgot a menu for Kurt so we shared, blushing every time our fingers brushed. "What would you like to drink?" He asked looking at Jeff.

"Um, sprite," he said.

"Okay and you?" he said, pointing his pen at David.

It continued this way until he got to Wes. After got Wes's drink order, he said he'd be right back. When he returned with everyone's drink, he gave Kurt and I water. I didn't mind, but I thought it was weird. Maybe, he just forgot to come back for us because he got busy. It did take him a while to return. "I'll be right back to take your orders," he said.

"That was a little weird," David said.

"Yeah, he's being a jerk," Jeff said.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Our waiter has been ignoring you and Kurt all night," Nick said. "Plus, he's been taking for ever to return to our table when is only in charge of two tables from the looks of it."

"Oh, I didn't know," I said. "He's probably not doing it on purpose or anything."

"Maybe, maybe not," Thad said.

The waiter came back with a large salad. "This is our specialty salad that comes with any group of 5 or more." He handed out plates, skipping both Kurt and I and started to walk away.

"Excuse me," Thad said. "You forgot two plates for my friends other here."

"Oh, my apologies," the waiter snorted.

"What's your problem?" Thad asked loudly standing up.

"I don't have a problem with you," Chad said. "It's your 'friends.' I hope they get help with their disease."

"Disease?" Wes asked.

"They're gay aren't they?" Chad asked. "That is disgusting. Such filth shouldn't be allowed to walk around let alone dine in public."

"That's just your opinion, your fucked up opinion, and you shouldn't be allowed to treat us like crap because you don't agree with us!" Thad yelled.

I was in shock at what I was hearing. I didn't think people still did stupid stuff like this to gay people anymore. It's ridiculous. Chad looked well into his 30's. I couldn't believe that a working man would resort to such things. Kurt grasped my hand tightly as Thad, Jeff and David all started arguing with the waiter. It just sounded like noise to me.

"I'm going to go get the manager because this is stupid," Nick said, as he got up and headed to the front.

"Stop!" Wes yelled. "Can we just leave, please?" He looked more upset than Kurt did.

"Yeah, let's just go," Kurt said. "This place doesn't deserve our money," Kurt finished as Nick returned with the manager.

The manager gave us all coupons for free meals for two. "I'm so sorry for Chad's behavior. It will not happen again. He knows he is not to attack customers with his beliefs like this," the manager concluded.

"So, you're not going to fire him?" Nick asked.

"No, of course not," the manager said. "This restaurant was built on family values. Chad is an excellent waiter who also grew up with the same family values and traditions as I did. He just shouldn't have gotten a little upset seeing your friends obstructing those family morals."

"Are you being serious right now?" Jeff asked. "Is he serious?"

"I think he is," Nick said slowly.

"Well, Mr. Manager," Thad said, angrily, "you can take your coupon and shove it up your—"

"Thad!" David shouted.

"Oh well, we're not shoving up anything up there," Chad said. "Isn't that what you gays like to do for fun?" Chad smiled, and the manager suppressed a giggle.

"You bastards!" Thad yelled. Jeff and David held him back, and dragged him out of the restaurant. Wes, Kurt and I followed them out.

We piled into the car. "I'm so pissed off!"Jeff yelled.

"Are you two okay?" David asked.

"I'm fine," I said. "Kurt, are you gonna be okay?"

"Yeah," he whispered. "It could have been worse," he sighed.

We all looked at him in silence. I squeezed his hand. The door came open suddenly. "Sorry, I took a second," Nick said. "I had to get their information so that one of you could sue the crap out of that business."

"Thanks, Nick," Thad said, as he reached passed Kurt, Wes, and I, and grabbed the sheet of paper from Nick.

"Now, what are we going to eat?" Thad joked as we headed back to the dorms.

"Wes made a feast this morning," Kurt said. "I'm sure we can just reheat it all for dinner, right Wes?"

"…Yeah, sure," he said, sadly.

"Are you okay, Wes?" Kurt asked.

"Just tired," Wes said.

"You sure?" David asked.

"Yeah," Wes answered.

When we got back to the dorms and headed straight for the kitchen. Wes put everything in the oven to be reheated.

"Kurt, can you take everything out once it's warm?" Wes asked Kurt.

"Yeah, I can," he said. "Aren't you staying though?"

"No, I'm going to take a nap," Wes said, yawning. "I'm tired."

He left the kitchen quickly, and Kurt followed. "I'm just going to check on him," he explained.

After a few moments of pacing in the kitchen, I decided to check up on Kurt.

"Hey, how's Wes?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said. "He's been kind of sad lately."

"Oh," I said, "so has David. I hope they talk soon."

"Me too," he said as he put his arms around my neck pulling me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"What's this hug for?" I asked.

"For being my boyfriend," he said with a smile, as he let go of me. "I'm not really in the mood for food tonight. I think I'm going to turn in and make sure Wes is okay."

"Okay, Kurt," I said, sadly.

"Goodnight, Blaine," he said with a smile.

I grabbed his hand and leaned up to his cheek and kissed it softly. "Goodnight, Kurt," I said, smiling at the blush that spread across his face. I walked back to the kitchen to eat dinner with the guys, leaving Kurt dazed in the hallway. I was definitely looking forward to our future together.