A few days later, after the drama of The Midnight Blowjob, as Cooper called it, blew over, he wandered into the living room after talking to his brother on the phone. "Blaine's broke up with his boyfriend," Cooper tells Kurt as he falls onto the couch next to him, smiling crookedly as Kurt frowns.

"What boyfriend?" Kurt asks a little too loud, voice a little too concerned.

"That Sebastian kid, I told you 'bout Sebastian," Cooper replies, flicking absently through TV channels.

"Er, no. You didn't," Kurt assures him, taking the remote from him with a little too much force, causing him to turn and stare incredulously.

"I'm pretty sure I did," Cooper replies, lunging for the remote and frowning when Kurt holds it well out of his reach.

"I'm pretty sure you didn't," Kurt replies a little angrily, feeling his stomach drop and churn. "I'd've remembered," he insists, realising a moment too late how strange that sounds.

But Cooper seems more concerned with the remote as he shrugs and speaks, "well sorry, I didn't realise you cared so much," he says and it's equal part sarcasm and equal part questioning.

"I- I don't care," Kurt hurries to convince him, "I just er- don't like being accused of not listening," he replies feebly, giving in the struggle and handing Cooper the remote, which he promptly snatches with a smirk. "So when did Blaine meet this guy?" Kurt asks, trying to sound unbothered while his stomach continues to knot and tangle with an emotion he's not willing to name.

"I dunno," Cooper shrugs indifferently, "he goes Dalton, they started dating like, five weeks ago? A couple weeks after we left I think," Cooper replies absently, oblivious to Kurt's frown.

"What's his name again?"

"Sebastian," Cooper replies, settling on an old action movie and humming along to the opening credits, a habit frighteningly similar to his younger brother.

"Why'd they break up?" Kurt eventually builds up the courage to ask.

Cooper shrugs, "something about him being too pushy and not really his type,"' he says. "He's too young for a boyfriend anyway," he then adds, turning to glare when Kurt huffs.

"That's rich coming from you," Kurt manages to say with another snort.

"What's that's supposed to mean?" Cooper asks, a little hurt as he watches his friend roll his eyes.

"Coop, you lost your virginity when you were 15, at a house party, with a girl whose name you can't remember. I don't really think you're the right person to preach about relationships," Kurt says as kindly as possible, patting his friend in mock consolidation on the shoulder.

"But that's my point," Cooper argues, turning to face Kurt properly, his back against the right angle of the L-shaped couch, "I don't want some rushed, sordid, we-did-it-because-we-were-drunk-and-bored first time for Blaine," he says a little pleadingly, frowning at Kurt who stares back shocked. "I want his first time to be with someone he loves and who loves him, not the only other available guy he knows," he concludes with a shrug.

"So he didn't love this Sebastian boy?" Kurt asks, able to predict the answer but wanting to hear it confirmed by someone other than his self conscious.

Cooper snorts and shakes his head, "he's 16, of course he didn't love him, he doesn't know what love feels like," Cooper concedes before turning back to the TV, flinching when a guy gets kicked in the balls.

But Kurt just sits motionless beside him, staring into the distance, wondering whether it ispossible to fall in love at 16, knowing that Blaine's lips have touched ones other than his own now, and wondering whether his body is still as unclaimed and untouched as it was when Kurt straddled him and felt his hips lift and grind of their own accord. Maybe not, Kurt concedes, once you factor in the hormones and the inexperience and the eagerness of teenage boys, well, a lot can be done in five weeks.

And as this thought strikes him the sickness in his stomach twists painfully, making his jaw clench and his hands fist and his head ring with what he now realises is jealousy. He's jealous of a boy he's never met for touching his never-been-touched boy, and potentially taking away something which was never Kurt's to want in the first place, let alone take.

"Hey! Kurt?" Kurt suddenly realises Coopers waving a hand in front of his face, speaking his name increasingly louder.

"Hmm? Yeah? What?" he asks all at once as he shakes his head and pushes his unwarranted jealousy to the back of his mind, along with the image of a shy boy with sleep-messed hair and rough fingers, kisses which made Kurt's lips tingle and a body which he would happily fall apart beneath and above and against. Over and over.

"I said I booked his flights," Cooper repeats himself, shaking his head and laughing at Kurt who had very clearly not been listening.

"Whose flights?" he asks, having completely lost track of the conversation.

"Blaine's," Copper says, furrowing his brow at Kurt's confusion.

"Where's he flying to?" Kurt asks, finally focusing all his attention on Cooper, who just stares at his friend, lips parting to speak before he just blinks, bemused.

"You're really out of it today Kurt," he manages through a laugh, shaking his head again before throwing Kurt a somewhat worried expression. "Flights to New York," he finally says, watching Kurt out the corner of his eye, "like I promised for his 17th, in August, I asked you a couple months ago, remember? You said you didn't mind..." he trails off a little, suddenly worried that his brilliant birthday present idea will be scuppered.

"Oh, er- yeah, yeah I remember. Sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me," Kurt manages to say with a nervous laugh as his heart thumps in his chest; raising a hand absently to press against it as his mind absolutely reels. "When's he coming?" he eventually asks with a rough voice, throat suddenly unexplainably dry.

"Mum said his last exams June 12th, so I booked it for the 14th, in the morning, give him a day to pack and stuff," he smiles and Kurt and shrugs, "you sure you don't mind?" he asks, recognising a momentary, badly hidden, flash of panic cross Kurt's face.

But Kurt quickly recovers, stuttering out a reply, "no, what? Yeah, no. No, I don't mind," he shakes his head and attempts to smile normally while his insides are throbbing and knotting with a mixture of excitement and dread. "How long is he er- staying for?" he manages to ask, forcing his hands between his knees because they've just started to shake, and he couldn't for the life of him tell you why.

"A month," Cooper says with a mischievous smile, obviously pleased with his planning and oblivious to the unexplainable emotions waging war beneath Kurt's skin, in his very mind and heart.

His mind is telling him he's being stupid and foolish and immature and what is he thinking? Because that's Blaine, Coopers little brother, who used to ride his bike up and down the road for hours in the rain and who would badger Kurt and Cooper to let him play video games with them. He's a boy who's five years younger than him and so wildly out of bounds that just thinkingabout him makes Kurt's mind ache with guilt.

But then his heart argues and makes him excited and nervous and giddy. Because it's Blaine, cute, adorable, shy little shrugging Blaine, who's hands know the shape of Kurt's ass and whose tongue knows the taste of Kurt's mouth. Blaine who moaned and writhed at the press of lips; who Kurt can't help but wonder how he'd react beneath the heat of a body, the slide of skin, so much more than the press of lips. Blaine whose body Kurt can't get out of his mind, having felt it solid and hot against his, wanting for what he can't have while Kurt did the same.

"You're sure you don't mind?" Cooper asks for the third time, knowing Kurt well enough to see something's not right.

But Kurt just nods and laughs and reassures him that it's fine, while he internally wonders how he's possibly going to keep his hands and lips and body to himself when all he wants is to reach out and touch and grasp and press, feel hard muscles jump beneath his hands and strong bones quiver beneath his lips.

He tells himself that Blaine won't want him, not now he's had a boy his own age. But then a tiny part of him asks, but what if Blaine doeswant you? How are you possibly going to control yourself then?

It's with this conundrum circling like a wasp in his head that he tunes out the movie and Cooper and the world and allows his nerves to drown in 'what if's.