On the other side of the line Blaine had to cough. He was pretty sure that Kurt hadn't realized how suggestive "tell me where and when you want to have me" sounded. He didn't know much about Kurt yet but though he was older than him, with his story and behavior, he seemed very inexperienced, so far that you could describe him as innocent.

Blaine himself wasn't that experienced as well (hello, he had just turned 16 and was out for less than a year) but he knew enough to get the double meaning in Kurt's words.

The bell rang and after the teacher had given them their homework Blaine left the room, his phone still in his hands, as his friends, David and Wes, caught up. David was a Junior, Wes already a Senior, still they were the best friends anyone could imagine.

"What up, bro?" David asked as he grabbed Blaine by his shoulders, while Wes laughed at them.

"Nothing really." Blaine grinned as they made their way to the dining hall of Dalton Academy.

"Okay." Wes stretched. "So why are you clinging to your phone so hard?" Blaine looked at him quizzically while David made a move and snapped his mobile out of his hands. He ran a few steps grinning at Blaine, as he looked at what Blaine had been doing on his phone.

The Junior read the text and his expression went from amused to surprised to wicked in a split second.

"What is it Dave?" Wes asked and suddenly Blaine realized what kind of text was on his screen, immediately turning a deep shade of red. He could explain all he wanted. These two brats would never let him forget that.

"See for yourself Wes." David said, a knowing smile on his face. "Seems like Blainers here is moving pretty fast with a pretty blue-eyed singer from Lima."

"What the hell?" Wes basically yelled as he lunched forward to get a look at Blaine's phone. Wes stared at the screen, mouth open, his eyes wandering between Blaine, who was still standing where they had left them, and the text.

"But you've known him for... two days? What's going on Blaine?" Wes looked at him shocked.

Blaine sighed and slowly made his way over to his friends, taking his phone from them as he approached them.

"Don't be ridiculous! As you said Wes: I've known him for two days. He just wants to help me with my French." David and Wes exchanged a look.

"Yeah. Like that's any less suggestive." David said sarcastically and Wes nodded in agreement.

"Guys. Really. It's just school. I'm sure Kurt doesn't even know how people might understand that." He laughed a little. He was sure that he would have to explain to Kurt how people might get these words wrong and he also took Kurt for the furiously blushing type of guy with skin like his.

"What do you mean?" Wes asked, David looking as puzzled.

"God. Have you seen him? Google innocent or pure and you'll get a picture of his beautiful face."

Wes and David looked at him, then at each other. Blaine hated it when they had one of these mind conversations especially as they seemed to come to some kind of conclusion, their faces going from serious, to understanding, to knowing and then to cheeky as they turned back to Blaine simultaneously .

"What?" Blaine's voice showed his annoyance.

"So he's the innocent type of guy?" Wes questioned. Blaine rolled his eyes and nodded.

"And you think he's beautiful?" David added smirking. Blaine bit his tongue. This wasn't going to be good.

"But you wouldn't mind to get down and dirty with this beautiful innocent boy doing some French?" Wes finished, both boys grinning widely.

"What? Guys no! I don't do stuff like that! Kurt's been through a lot as you might be able to imagine and all he needs now is a friend how understands him and to whom he can relate to and that's all there is." Blaine gave his friends a serious ''I-am-so-disappointed-in-you-for-thinking-anything-else-of-it"-glare, arms crossed over his chest.

His best friends seemed a little sorry but not ready to let the topic drop, so he decided to get them to lunch and some food into their mouths to stop them from speaking.

"Let's get some food before lunch is over and I don't want to hear any more of this stupid and inappropriate jokes, especially not when Kurt's on the phone or something. Understood?"

His friends nodded in defeat but the glint in their eyes indicated otherwise.

Blaine sighed and slung his arms across their shoulders dragging them along to lunch.