Da-ding

Da-ding

Da-ding

"Aaaarrg," Blaine groaned, pulling his comforter up over his head. "Whoever the hell is texting me go away!" He yelled in a rough voice that was mostly smothered by his pillow. He stiffened, preparing himself for another onslaught of 'dings', and finally relaxed when there was silence.

...

...

Da-ding, da-ding, da-ding

"This had better be important," he grumbled, stumbling out of bed. He had never been good with hangovers, and this one was a doozy. He just wanted to sleep the day away. Sleep until his head didn't feel like it was going to explode.

His desire to sleep away his normal waking hours had nothing to do with not wanting to think about what had happened with Kurt. Nope. Not at all. He was one hundred percent, totally okey-dokey, hunky-dory fine about it. No concerns whatsoever.

Da-ding

"I'm coming," he growled, ignorning the logic that his phone couldn't understand him. He just wanted to be grumpy toward somebody, and his phone was all he had at the moment.

His irritation fell away, and a smile slowly dawned on his face, albeit while turning bright red, as he read all of his texts.

Bow chicka bow-bow ~P

Blaine and a stranger, sittin' in a tree. F-U-C-K-I-N-G... you dirty dog ~T

Oh, my little Blainey! You've finally joined our club! Now you must come to the meetings. Don't worry, we won't make you eat a live chicken on your first visit ~M

I'd just like to know the meaning of this mister! When I came on to you at the Christmas party you assured me that you were definitely straight! At least I like my chances for next Christmas ;) ~D

Oh, and if you don't know what movie that is from, your straightness might still be intact ~M

I repeat: bow chicka bow-bow (I'm doing a sexy dance along with it this time) ~P

Blaine was shaking with laughter by this point, and gripped his throbbing head in annoyed mirth. He sighed, wiping at his eyes as he glanced at the last message.

Uh-oh.

He cringed.

I'm going to be there in ten minutes. You'd better be awake and you'd better be ready to talk. I'm bringing coffee to help revive you from what promises to be a bitchin' hangover. ~J

He was about to toss his phone aside, preparing to search out something to throw over his boxers, when his phone dinged once more.

Oh, and I love you ~J

He smiled then, throwing his phone aside and running to snag some sweats. Suddenly sleeping the day away was no longer appealing. Some days, the only cure was a best friend.

"Spill."

Blaine blinked rapidly as a cup of coffee was shoved into his hands. His best friend stalked through his front door and whipped around to stare him down, hand on his hip.

"Well, hello there, Blaine. How are you this morning?" Blaine spoke in a mocking voice. "Oh, I'm alright, thank you. Had an interesting night. How are you, Jared?"

"No, nuh-uh!" Jared exclaimed, stepping forward to poke Blaine in the chest. "First of all, darling, it isn't morning. It's eleven-thirty. Secondly, my self-professed 'one hundred percent straight' best friend left a bar whilst locking lips with an incredibly handsome MALE stranger last night, and I know for a fact that you didn't come home until this morning because I asked your doorman."

"Bernard!" Blaine sucked in an offended breath. "That bitch! See if I buy him cookies again for his birthday."

"I always bring him homemade scones when I come over," Jared waved his hand. "His loyalty lies with me. Anyway, these facts lead me to believe that your night was most likely more than just 'interesting'."

Blaine couldn't help but snort a little laugh at the thought of his best friend bribing his doorman with baked goods in order to spy on him, but quickly sobered when he realized that the moment of truth had come.

Jared saw how serious Blaine had grown, and sighed. He stepped forward, pulling his best friend into a tight hug.

"Why do I get the feeling that this talk is going to require some of our patented snuggles?"

Blaine let out a deep breath, feeling some of the tension that had been building fade away.

"Because it will."

Jared laughed and placed a little smacking kiss on Blaine's forehead.

"Come on, my sexually confused little friend. Tell Uncle Jared all about it."

They were situated, all comfy on the couch, perfectly silent. Jared waited patiently for Blaine to speak, running his fingers through the dark curls that were resting on his lap. He knew very well that when Blaine was distressed it didn't pay to push him.

He had come here originally, guns blazing, ready to squeeze the juicy details from his best friend. He'd honestly not expected to find him so distraught. Blaine was the most sensible straight person he knew when it came to people's sexuality. Then again, it was always from afar. Blaine's personal preferences had never been much of a topic of conversation. It hadn't ever been necessary.

"Do you think that heteroflexible is a real thing?"

Jared opened his eyes wide.

"Heteroflexible?"

"Yeah, it means-"

"I know what it means, sweetie," Jared laughed. "It's just been a while since I've heard that word."

He resumed his stroking of Blaine's hair and nodded.

"Of course it's real. Gay, straight, bi, pan, poly, trans... 'flexible'," he did finger quotes and smiled. "Any possible sexuality out there is real, and no less significant just because it's a little more rare."

When Blaine remained silent he decided to prod.

"I'm assuming that your sudden desire to talk about sexuality stems from the fact that you totally got it on with a guy last night."

"I never said I had sex!"

Jared snorted a laugh and poked Blaine in the cheek.

"Your deep blush would suggest otherwise."

Blaine sighed, smacking Jared's hand away, but couldn't stop himself from grinning.

"Fine. Whatever. We did. We totally had sex."

"Was it good?" Jared gushed with a squeal.

"We're not talking about that right now!" Blaine shot out. "We're discussing my freak out over the fact that it happened at all. What if I'm not just heteroflexible? What if I'm bi, or even completely gay!"

Jared stiffened and pushed Blaine up from his lap.

"What's wrong with any of that?" He asked tensely.

Blaine sagged when he saw the strain on his best friend's face. He surged forward and grabbed Jared's hands in his.

"Fuck, Jar. I didn't mean it like that. Please don't take it that way. You know me better than anyone! You know that I don't gave a rat's ass about anyone's orientation! You're gay, I'm straight... well, I don't know what I am... but regardless, that's never stopped us from being so close people either think we're brothers or married."

Jared dropped his chin down for a moment and let out a relieved laugh, before looking back up and squeezing Blaine's hands.

"You're right. I'm sorry I got offended. I took what you were saying personally, when it wasn't about me in this moment."

Jared sighed, and leaned back against the couch, tucking his legs up underneath him.

"I guess I just don't completely understand. Explain it to me, Blaine. If you're so comfortable with anybody's orientation, which I know you are," he leaned forward, squeezing Blaine's knee, "why are you freaking out about this so much?"

Blaine groaned, throwing himself back on the couch. He pursed his lips, thinking deeply for a moment, before flinging himself back up into a sitting position and tossing his legs up and over Jared's.

"Okay, it's like this. I'm the color green."

Jared snorted and looked at him incredulously, but silenced himself when Blaine glared at him.

"Sorry, sorry. Continue. Apparently you're green."

"Yes," Blaine responded sassily. "I'm green, and I'm going somewhere good with this, so shut up."

Jared made a motion to show that he was zipping his mouth shut and held his hands up in surrender. Blaine nodded.

"Okay, I'm green. I've always been green. I wake up every day and look at my skin and think, 'Oh, what a lovely day to be green!' I go about my days knowing without a shadow of a doubt that I am green, and will always be green."

Jared was nodding slowly, looking as if he believed his best friend had lost his mind, but deciding for the moment to remain silent. Blaine ignored him and continued.

"Now, there are tons of beautiful colors in the world. Blue, pink, yellow, red, purple... even beige. I love all of these colors. I appreciate all of these colors, but I'm not one of them. I'm green. Then one day, a friend meets me in a coffee shop and says, 'Hey, you know the color orange?'"

"Why are you in a coffee shop?" Jared whispered.

"It doesn't matter," Blaine rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to make it a sex toy shop in my head instead then," Jared looked off to the side and grinned. "It makes it a lot more interesting and I think it fits better seeing as we're ultimately talking about sex right now."

Blaine sputtered for a moment, before throwing his hands up in the air.

"Fine. Whatever you like. So my friend says to me, 'Hey, you know the color orange?' And I say, 'Of course I do! It's one of my favorite colors and just happens to be my favorite food! Orange is the best!' Then my friend says, 'Good! Cuz you're orange now!' And I am like in total denial, cuz I look down at my skin and see that it's still green. I start to argue, but then something strange happens."

Blaine paused, and looked Jared in the eye. He was surprised to see that his best friend was completely serious now and watching him intently.

"I start to feel like I may ACTUALLY BE orange," he continued quietly. "I look at myself, and I'm still green, but I don't necessarily feel green anymore. I'm kinda scared because I have no idea what I am. Am I really going to turn orange? Will I stay green? Will the two mix and become something else entirely? Who knows?" Blaine's voice had gotten thick and he was blinking rapidly. "I realize that deep down I will always be me. I'll always be Blaine, even if I turn fuchsia... but it's just scary to be in that in between place where you have no idea what color you are."

Jared nodded slowly, his heart breaking to see his friend hurting in any way. He sniffed back a couple of tears and yanked Blaine in for a hug.

"You are so fucking wierd."

Blaine let out a choked laugh that was partially a sob.

"I know."

"Just for the record," Jared went on softly, but with a grin. "Green, orange, fuchsia... you'll always be fabulous, and you'll always be my best friend."

Blaine smiled into Jared's shoulder, feeling accepted and content, but couldn't help but burst into laughter when Jared spoke again.

"Unless I misunderstood and this is not an analogy like I thought. If you're actually turning colors I feel we should be concerned and I'm going to call a doctor.

"So, let me get this straight," Jared said as he pulled a slice of pizza from the box an hour later. "You meet this guy, who is so damn gorgeous by the way, blurt out that you're straight as an introduction, move on to get sloppy drunk, convince him to take you home with him for some mind-blowing sex, and THEN... when you completely flip out in the morning, he is sweet as pie about it, reassures you that all is well, and lets you off the hook without even the promise of a courtesy date?"

Blaine nodded guiltily. Feeling suckier and suckier by the moment. Really, he came off as a total ass when you cut things down so succinctly. What had Kurt even seen in him? Surely he had to have been at least the littlest bit charming at some point during their night.

"Geez," Jared sighed wistfully. "Since you're not gonna date him can I give him a call? He sounds amazing?"

Jared grinned as prepared himself for Blaine to say something sarcastic, or throw a pillow at his head. What he didn't expect was for Blaine to grow quiet and solemn, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Whatever," Blaine shrugged, looking as if nonchalance was actually the last thing he was feeling. "It's a free country. You can date whoever you like. So can he."

The grin that had disappeared from Jared's face returned immediately.

"Holy. Fucking. Hell. You're jealous!"

"What?!" Blaine yelped in his squeakiest, most unconvincing voice. "Jealous of what? That is ridiculous!" He looked away uncomfortably, picking at a loose thread on the couch and staring out of the window.

"Jealous of the possibility that he could date someone else! You really like this guy! Oh my god. Blainey likes a boy!"

Blaine opened his mouth, fully intending on arguing with his friend, but when he moved to speak, to deny this fact... nothing came out. There was nothing to deny. It was the truth.

"Ooo! Blaine likes a boy! Blaine is all jealous over a boy he JUST met! Watch out, next thing you know you're gonna be in a serious relationship, and be strapped with a spouse, and kids, and a mortgage," Jared teased, knowing full well that he and Blaine were the two 'most likely to stay single forever' of all their friends.

"Yeah," Blaine snorted. "Cuz that sounds like me. Besides, even if I wanted to date him, there is the small detail where I don't have any way of getting ahold of him, and even if I did, he specifically told me to not worry about calling him. I'm pretty sure that's code for, 'Get out of my apartment and never bug me again, you dickwad.'"

Jared rolled his eyes and got up to take the empty pizza box to the kitchen.

"You know where he lives and you know the bar he frequents. He probably said all that about not calling him because he figured a straight guy wouldn't, you know, be interested in a date."

Blaine looked at him with a pathetic mixture of hope and anguish.

"Oh, honey," Jared laughed, stepping over to pat his friend's cheek. "I have never seen you so smitten in my life. Seriously, whenever you figure out what the hell 'color' you are, you need to find a way to see him again. I think you'd regret it if you didn't." He raised his eyebrows pointedly, poking Blaine in the chest before turning away.

"From the look in your eyes though, I'd day this story will need to be involved as a humorous anecdote in my wedding toast as your best friend," he shot over his shoulder with a smile.

Blaine shook his head with a little grin, but couldn't help growing thoughtful. Why did all of this wedding/marriage talk feel so familiar? ...

"Have you ever thought about getting married?"

He was lying with his head resting on Kurt's chest, half on his side with one arm and one leg slung across the the model. Kurt had both arms wrapped around him and was lazily dragging his fingers up and down Blaine's back. He stiffened slightly but spoke in an amused voice.

"You're not one of those weirdos who blurts out a proposal right after he orgasms are you? Cuz I saw that once on 'Will and Grace'. It didn't go well"

"No," Blaine laughed, "Though that orgasm was worth a proposal. God you're good."

Kurt couldn't help bursting into laughter then.

"Well, thank you. I don't think I've ever received the compliment that my ability to make a man come was proposal worthy."

They both smiled into the dark, not saying anything for a moment, completely comfortable in the silence.

"I'm serious though," Blaine finally spoke again, placing a couple of soft kisses on Kurt's chest. "Do you think you might get married someday?"

There was more comfortable silence.

"Yeah," Kurt answered softly. "I'd like to believe I will. It's honestly what I've always wanted. To be partnered with someone I love in that way, that just feels like the ultimate goal in love to me. It's all just a theory though. I've never been close enough with a guy to even think about it. What about you?"

Blaine was quiet for even longer than Kurt was.

"I truthfully don't know. Up until recently I would have said absolutely not. It's just not something I've ever desired."

"You want to expand in the 'until recently' part?" Kurt asked quietly.

Blaine swallowed a lump of fear. Even in his still inebriated and post-orgasmic state, he knew what a big step he was taking.

"Sometimes you meet someone, completely out of the blue, who surprises you. Sometimes a total stranger can make you question everything about who you are, can change everything."

Kurt's hands stilled, no longer stroking Blaine's back.

"Sounds like it'd be pretty scary to be in that stranger's shoes. To know that you could unintentionally alter the course of a person's life."

Blaine didn't say anything else, just nodded into Kurt's chest. He sighed and relaxed when Kurt resumed rubbing his back.

"Are you staying the whole night?"

Kurt's voice was so quiet, Blaine was hardly sure he had even spoken.

"Do you want me to stay?"

"I asked you fi-"

"Yes," Blaine interrupted before he could chicken out. "I want to stay. I really want to stay."

He knew that his sleepy, sated feelings from just having sex, along with the fact that he was till decently drunk, were keeping him from flipping out over the situation. He knew that he'd have to deal with his feelings in the morning.

For the moment though, he felt safe and comfortable. He felt happy. He felt at home... and those feelings didn't come from the sex or the alcohol. Those come from somewhere else entirely. From deep inside.

"Okay." Blaine could tell that Kurt was smiling from the way his voice sounded. "I'd love for you to stay too."

His sleepiness took over then, and he was out in seconds. He thought he might have muttered something else, just before drifting off, but slumber claimed him before he could really think it through.

Blaine shook himself from his reverie, feeling both blissfully content and utterly confused... because this daydream was so different than earlier today.

This time, it wasn't actually a daydream. This time, it was a memory.