Blaine Anderson hadn't left the house in 3 days. And yes, while that did seem a tad counterproductive when going to try and find the boy of your dreams, he thought he had a system. Sitting on his bedroom floor, with papers sprawled across the room, he searched the world for someone named Kurt with a friend named Rachel Barbra Berry. So far all he had a myspace page with some impressive solos and a lot of trash talk. For what seemed like the millionth time since Kurt left, he sighed and closed his eyes, trying to imagine those gorgeous blue eyes and failing miserably. Nothing was as good as the real thing.

He heard the door open and close quickly, and the familiar click on high heels coming down the hall. "Well, well, well. This is where you've been hiding?"

Blaine looked up and sighed again as he looked at Santana Lopez plucking her sunglasses off of where they sat perched on her nose. He just shrugged and went back to his never ending search on his little computer, nibbling on his lip. "I guess so. I've been busy."

"Too busy for spending time with your dearest and bestest friend? Ouch. You know, I'm hurt, Blainers, so hurt."

Blaine rolled his eyes and sighed, typing in combinations of Kurt and Rachel over and over, wondering how many times he searched the exact same thing over and over and expected different results. He stopped as the computer searched and picked up a piece of paper and pen, drawing a rough sketch of a little bridge and passing it to the girl in front of him. "What's this?" she asked curiously, sitting down in the floor beside him and examining the picture curiously. "It's a bridge. Now get over it." he mumbled, scanning across the screen of his laptop and hearing a little 'oo'. "Wow, I really have left my mark on you, huh?"

Blaine pinched the bridge of his nose and took off his glasses, holding back yet another sigh as he looked up at his best friend. "What are you even doing here?"

"Making sure you're alive."

"Uh, why?"

"Because I need you for that discount at the bookstore, duh."

"Wow, it's great to know I'm wanted."

"Why did I detect some sarcasm in that?"

"Gee, I don't know."

"Watch it."

"Bite me."

"Kinky."

"Shut up."

The pair sat in the room quietly and Blaine kept typing away quickly, ignoring the girl beside him and leaving Santana in need to find a way to entertain herself while Blaine calmed down a bit. She picked up one of the papers and saw the name scrawled across it. Rachel Barbra Berry. Her eyes grew and she kept quiet, clearing her throat gently. "Um.. Who's this?" she asked curiously, hoping she sounded oblivious enough.

Blaine glanced over and shrugged, turning the computer around enough for her to see the old myspace page. "I don't know, just some girl. I'm trying to figure out where she lives."

Santana's eyebrows raised and the girl's address recited itself in her head, making her press her lips together as she nodded and stayed quiet. "Care to tell me why you want to know where this random girl lives?"

The boy's shoulders shrugged and he nibbled on his lip a bit shyly. "To find Kurt?"

"Kurt who?" Santana asked quickly, a bit too quickly since Blaine raised an eyebrow judgingly. "Why do you care so much?"

"Because I'm your best friend stupid, I need to know."

Blaine chuckled lightly and smiled as he thought of Kurt. "I don't know, just Kurt. He's gorgeous and sweet and adorable. With bright blue eyes, high voice, soft skin..." he whispered, getting lost in his own thoughts of just how soft his skin was against his lips and his hands and his

"How do you know he has soft skin?" she asked, watching him in awe. Blaine snapped out of his thoughts and cleared his throat, looking at her like a deer in the headlights. "What?"

Santana gasped knowing, seeing the blush high on Blaine's cheeks. "You hooked up with Hummel!" she said, pointing at him and then covering her mouth quickly. They both sat there with big eyes and Santana moved to get up, only to find herself tackled back to the floor by her best friend. "You know him and you weren't going to tell me?!"

Santana lay there with a dumbfounded expression on her face and she chuckled a bit awkwardly, looking around the room for a way out. "Well..."

***

Kurt hurried around the restaurant with a pot of coffee in his hand, flipping his little order booklet in and out of his apron with every new person that came in. He could think of so many more things he'd be rather doing in that very moment. Be one of the people eating in the restaurant, be at home all snuggled up and watching reruns of the Golden Girls, be getting fucked into a mattress by Blaine. Well.. Better not to think about that last one when in public. but, he could imagine other things about Blaine. Like that the little bell on the door would ring and he'd looked up there he'd be right in time for his lunch break with a little home cooked meal and a cup of coffee. And he'd walk over with that little smile and put them on the table before he'd wrap him up in his arms and cover him in kisses and then-

"Hummel! I don't pay you to stand around!" James yelled across the restaurant, making Kurt jump and look towards the door with a disappointed sigh. "You barely pay me to work my ass off." he grumbled under his breath, leaning over and cleaning up the table in front of him and grabbing the one dollar bill from the table. "Gee, people are certainly feeling generous today." he said sarcastically, picking up the little container of dishes and hurrying off the to the kitchen.

At the end of his shift, he threw his apron at James and grabbed the money from his hand. "I'll see you tommorow."

"Yeah, and you better be on time for once!"

"Don't count on it!" He called back as he slipped outside, feeling the cold rain start to pound on his skin. "Oh just great." he said, walking down the cold and mostly empty sidewalk and not even bothering to run to the bus stop, just walking along in all his misery and wretchedness.

"You alright mister?"

Kurt looked down and saw a little boy walking along in full rain gear, even with his own little mickey mouse umbrella. He managed to smile a little, nodding and sighing as he watched the boy jump in every puddle along the way. "Yeah, I'm alright, buddy. Just.. Not having a good week." he said, shrugging slightly. "Sometimes being a grownup isn't as great as you might think it'd be."

The boy frowned a bit and held up his umbrella, smiling some. "Here, you can take this. That'll make you happier."

Kurt felt his smile grow at how sweet and innocent the boy was and he just shook his head."No thank you. I don't want your mom and dad getting upset that some stranger snatched up your umbrella. I'll be fine, I promise." he said softly. The boy nodded in understanding, even though he wasn't entirely sure he did, and he brought the umbrella back over his head. "Okay. Get happy soon, Mr. Man!" he said, waving and running to the bus stop to catch his own bus, making Kurt smile and wave back. "I will! Hopefully.." he said, feeling his phone start to buzz in his pocket. He sighed and pulled it out, seeing Santana's picture pop up on his screen. He furrowed his eyebrows and pressed answer, holding it up against his ear. "I.. Hello?"

***

Blaine gasped a bit and hung up the phone, throwing it back to Santana across the kitchen. She barely caught it as she watched him with a little glare, blinking a few times. "What the hell was that?! You just begged me for my phone to talk to him and now you just hang up?" she asked, walking over and smacking his shoulder. "Idiot."

Blaine sighed and whined, rubbing his shoulder with a little pout. "I can't just talk to him, Tana, not just all of a sudden! What would I say? What would I do? How do I know he'd even remember me?" he asked, dropping down into a chair and letting his head drop to the table.

"Oh please, I'm sure he's still got marks all over him. If you marked him up anything like you used to mark Sebastian then-"

Blaine raised a finger and kept his head down. "We do not say that name in this house." he said quickly. Santana just rolled her eyes and flipped through the phone, wondering how unimpressed Kurt must be with her in that moment. "Then he must be walking around with a pound of concealer. Trust me, Kurt Hummel does not like showing off hickeys. Not without the man that put them there by his side anyway." she said, sitting down across from Blaine and petting his curls gently.

"So, what are you going to do?" she asked softly. Though people may not believe it, Blaine could vouch for her that she really was a good friend, one that cared and wasn't afraid to show it. In private, at least.

"Right now I wanna dig a hole and crawl into it." he grumbled, muffled by the table below him.

"Blaine.."

"No, you're right, I want you to dig the hole for me, moving is too much effort."

Santana shook her head and stood up, pulling out the phone and dialing Kurt's number again. Blaine's head popped up and he watched her, head tilting to the side. "What are yo-"

"Kurt? Hey, it's Santana. What? Oh yeah, sorry about that, crappy service, that's all." she said, pausing and smirking at her friend who scrambled to make it over to her. "Tana, no you ca-."

"Oh, that's just my new boo. Yeah, he's alright. But he should keep his voice down." she hissed at him, putting on a smile so Kurt wouldn't suspect anything. "Anyways, it's been a long time since we've seen each other. Must've been when I moved out, huh? Well, I want to move on from that, we're adults now right? Exactly. Hummel, you are so understanding." she said with a chuckle.

Blaine kept trying to grab at the phone, though he wasn't sure he wanted to get it, and only got pushed away by Santana's batting hands.

"So, how about we meet up in Central Park, I know how much you like it there. Sure thing. Alright. See you then. Bye!" she said, hanging up with a winning smile on her lips, tossing the phone to Blaine and his grabby hands.

"Come on." she said, walking past him and down the hall.

"Wha-.. Where are we going?" he asked curiously, pocketing the phone and following in suite.

"We're picking out an outfit. You've got a date tommorow."