Kurt walked somberly into the condo after school, his shoulders drooping as he set his bag on the chair near the door. He let out a sigh and then a choked sound, tears spilling from his eyes. It had been all he could do to get home before falling apart, Cassie July’s eviscerating words still ringing in his ears.

He’d been sloppy and unfocused during his midterm – his rhythm had been off since the start of the dance and he’d never gotten it back - and he knew it. Ms. July had known it too and had told him so in no uncertain terms. Kurt was just thankful that the midterms happened one-on-one with Cassie, so the rest of the class didn’t have to witness his humiliation.

Kurt hadn’t been able to get his mind off Blaine and Sebastian. It wasn’t that he thought Blaine was doing anything with Sebastian (he knew better than that), but the fact that they were sharing limos unsettled him.

Blaine had changed so much since the move to New York – he’d grown distant and quiet, keeping to himself more and more. He knew that Blaine loved him but sometimes it was hard to keeping reassuring himself when he didn’t feel it from Blaine. Kurt sometimes wondered if he knew Blaine as well as he thought he did.

The door buzzed behind him and he hastily wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his shirt (something he’d regret later, since it was silk), and opened the door.

“Santana!” he exclaimed, seeing his friend on the doorstep. She smiled at him, a wheeled suitcase next to her. “What are you doing here?” Kurt asked, stepping back to let her inside. She stepped in the door, looking around, dragging her suitcase behind her.

“I’m moving in,” she replied smiling widely.

Kurt could only stare at her in shock.

*

Blaine checked his phone as he and Cooper headed for their gate. They’d just passed through security, which had thankfully gotten him away from the horde of paparazzi hounding him about Sebastian. He sometimes wished that the paps would get a clue – he had a great guy at home, there was no way he’d screw that up. No matter what he said to them though, they still asked about Sebastian every chance they got.

Blaine couldn’t wait to get on the plane and get back to Kurt. Sadly, they would only have a few days together before Kurt would be on plane to Ohio, heading for Mr. Schue’s wedding.
He hated that they weren’t spending as much time together as they could be, but he didn’t know what to do about it. His phone vibrated in his hand and he smiled, seeing that it was a text from Kurt.

We have a houseguest.

Blaine read the words under the picture of Santana that Kurt had sent and groaned. He knew they couldn’t refuse her a place to stay (after all, she was the reason they even knew each other in the first place, a fact that she would be sure to drop multiple times to ensure they didn’t kick her out) but he was not looking forward to going home and having her there. He had been planning a quiet romantic night in with Kurt, but he supposed that was off the table. He hoped Kurt would be up for a romantic night out instead.

He sent a text back to Kurt (*groan*) and then followed behind Cooper to board the plane.

He prayed for a quiet flight.

*

Kurt watched as Santana unpacked her suitcase into the dresser in their guest room. He had no idea what she was doing here, honestly he was still flabbergasted by her news that she was “moving in” that he hadn’t had a chance to ask. She’d gone right to it too, deeming the guest room passable and opening her suitcase.

Before graduation last year, Santana had announced she was going to move to New York, but that had changed over the summer. The last time he’d talked to Santana, she’d been enrolling in college in Kentucky to be closer to Brittany (though Rachel had passed on that they’d broken up – Brittany hadn’t graduated and he supposed the long distance relationship was too much for them).

And now, suddenly, here she was.

“Santana, what are you doing here?” He finally found his voice.

“What’s it look like?” she asked, turning to put a few shirts in the closet.

“I mean, I thought you were in school,” Kurt replied.

“It’s not what I want,” Santana told him. “Without Brittany, there’s no reason for me to stay there and waste money. So here I am.”

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out between you two,” he said quietly. She went still for a moment and then shrugged.

“It is what it is.”

Kurt smiled softly – Santana came over tough as nails, but he knew her better than most. She was hurting over Brittany, he could tell.

“Well, I’ve got cheesecake in the fridge and Moulin Rouge on Netflix – I was just about to go drown my sorrows until Blaine gets home. Want some?”

“Lady Hummel, I thought you’d never ask.” She followed him out into the kitchen and Kurt went to the fridge to pull out the last of the cheesecake he’d gotten the week before. He cut the last quarter into two large slices and then slipped one onto a plate, handing it to Santana.

“What sorrows are you drowning, Porcelain?” Santana asked, swiping at the edge of the cheesecake with her finger, before sticking it in her mouth to suck it off. “Missing your boy toy?”

Kurt sighed and put the other piece of cheesecake on a plate for himself.

“Well, yes, but no,” Kurt replied quietly. “It’s not that.” He sighed again. “I bombed my Dance 101 midterm.”

“That’s unlike you,” she finally said, giving him a critical look.

“I know,” Kurt mumbled, taking a bite of the creamy dessert and leading the way into the living room. He just wanted to watch Moulin Rouge until Blaine got home and then forget today had ever happened.

*

Blaine wasn’t sure what he’d expected when he got home (since his plan to take Kurt to bed was out, thanks to Santana’s arrival), but it wasn’t Kurt and Santana sitting on the couch, their feet in each other’s laps as they painted toenails. Kurt was painting Santana’s a deep red and his own were a shimmering rose color.

Moulin Rouge was playing in the background, the strands of “Come What May” filling the room. Blaine smiled at the picture as the pair of them finally registered his presence.

“Blaine!” Kurt exclaimed. He looked like he was about to get up but paused and glanced at his feet. “I’d throw myself at you but I refuse to get nail polish on the carpet.”

Blaine chuckled, setting down his luggage and slipping off his coat. He crossed the room and leaned down, taking Kurt’s face in his hands and kissing him soundly on the mouth.

Kurt made a little noise in his throat and Blaine slipped his tongue into Kurt’s mouth, suddenly filled with desire. He’d missed Kurt and he wanted him.

“Hot damn,” Santana’s voice reached his ears and Blaine broke the kiss, startled. The pair of them turned to look at her. She was fanning herself and grinning. “I think I’m going to like living here.”

Blaine groaned.

*

“Did she say what she’s doing here?” Blaine asked as they went into the bedroom. Blaine popped his suitcase on the bed and started unpacking it. Kurt watched his every move, glad that Blaine was home again.

“No,” Kurt replied, “but you know Santana. She plays it pretty close to the chest. You are okay with her staying here, right?”

“Of course I am, Kurt,” Blaine told him. “I just… I’ll miss having this place to ourselves, that’s all.”

“Same here,” Kurt said, standing up to pull Blaine into his arms. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Blaine murmured, pressing his lips lightly against Kurt’s. He pulled back and stared into Kurt’s eyes. He frowned, noticing they were puffy and a little red. “Were you crying earlier?”

“Oh,” Kurt muttered, pulling away to sit back down on the bed. “I might have bombed my dance midterm. I might as well have just missed it and gone to the Globes with you.”

“What?” Blaine exclaimed, surprised. “You worked so hard on it.” Kurt’s face was pinched and Blaine sat down next to Kurt, pulling him closer. “I’m so sorry, Kurt. But it’s okay; there’s more tests and your final, right?” Kurt nodded slowly. “You’ll get it next time.”

“Yeah,” Kurt said softly, but Blaine could tell Kurt didn’t believe him.

Blaine wanted to say more, like how maybe Kurt should have been home asleep instead of out with Adam last night, but he figured that would only make Kurt feel worse and Kurt didn’t need that now . He sighed. “If it helps, you’re not the only one who didn’t get a passing grade. Dalton lost.”

“I saw.” Kurt sat up, his face awash in sympathy. “The fangirls were very put out. I’m so sorry, Blaine,” Kurt told him. Blaine shrugged.

“There will be other awards,” Blaine replied. He gave Kurt another kiss, drawing it out this time. “Be my consolation prize? We can go out for dinner and drown our sorrows in the most decadent cheesecake money can buy.”

Kurt let out a chuckle and Blaine felt himself smiling his first true smile in hours.

“I’m all yours,” Kurt whispered, staring into his eyes.

Blaine chuckled. “Let me guess, I had you at cheesecake?”

Kurt nodded, giggling a little. “There is nothing cheesecake can’t cure.” Blaine flinched as Kurt poked him playfully in the stomach and then went for Kurt’s ticklish spots with his fingers.

Kurt gasped out a laugh and then tried to retaliate. Blaine pushed Kurt lightly back onto the bed and then straddled him, knocking his suitcase off the bed in the process. It thumped loudly on the floor and then Santana’s muffled voice rang out through the door.

“Wanky!”

Blaine froze, looking at Kurt before the pair of them burst into laughter.

“We should lock the door,” Blaine panted.

“She knows how to pick a lock,” Kurt reminded him.

“Oh, God, we’re never having sex again,” Blaine groaned

“Screw it,” Kurt said, giving him a hard kiss. “Let her watch.”

“Kurt,” Blaine purposefully sounded scandalized, but he was extremely tempted to just rip all their clothes off and get dirty right there, Santana be damned.

“What?” Kurt asked. “We’re not going to stop having sex just because she’s here, are we?”

They both paused and shared a long look.

Kurt closed his eyes and sighed.

Blaine groaned.

*

Ugh, hiatus sucks. I’m so depressed.

Same here. Nothing in the spoilers has anything good about Joby and Klaine didn’t go to the Globes together so I have no pretty pictures to drool over.

Fic: He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother – omfg you guys it’s Anderbrothers porn and a smidge of Klaine and it’ ssooooo hot help

Have a photoset of all the Anderbros moments so far

I debated ‘bout releasing this, but here we go: Let’s just say that I know where Kurt goes to school and I perchance happened to take this video.

KURT AND BLAINE DOING THE FUCKING TANGO, HOLY SHIT

HOW ARE WE SERIOUSLY SUPPOSED TO COME BACK FROM THIS OMG.

I HAVE NO IDEA, PRETTY SURE I STOPPED BREATHING.

When is this from? Anyone?

See, things are fine between them. Everyone was worried and it was all for nothing.

*

Having Santana around took some getting used to. Like when Blaine stumbled out of bed in nothing but his underwear to go to the bathroom in the hallway because Kurt was using the one attached to their room, and Santana let out an ear splitting whistle as he passed by. Mortified, Blaine had darted into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, locking it. After his shower, he’d had to talk himself into going back to the bedroom, in a towel no less, because he hadn’t brought clothes with him.

She’d actually held up a score card as he’d gone by, which had both miffed and embarrassed Blaine. He was clearly higher rated than the eight point five she’d given him. Kurt had insisted Blaine was a ten later at breakfast, but Blaine wasn’t willing to let Santana “see the goods”, which was the only way she’d said she’d entertain that score.

He’d gotten dressed and headed out to living room to find a subdued Kurt ready to head out for the day. Blaine stared after Kurt, his boyfriend barely brushing a kiss on his cheek before leaving.

“Is he okay?” Blaine asked Santana, turning to face her. She looked up from her spot on the couch where she was looking at her laptop.

“I don’t know,” she said, turning the laptop around so he could see what she was looking at. “You tell me.”

Blaine groaned, seeing that the paparazzi had clearly caught him and Sebastian leaving the awards together and go back to the hotel together. Kurt must have seen it and gotten upset. “Nothing is going on with him; you know I can’t stand him.”

“Yeah, well…”

“Kurt knows that I don’t like him,” Blaine replied, getting mad. He wasn’t going to do this again, not with Santana. He hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Well maybe you need to remind him,” she said, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Well maybe when Kurt has a problem he can just tell me himself.” Blaine sighed “Why do you even care, Santana?” he snapped. He’d had enough.

“Kurt is my family,” Santana explained. “I look out for him because he doesn’t look out for himself. So fix this,” she said, “Or you’ll answer to me.”

“Is that a threat?” Blaine asked, incredulous.

“When it’s a threat,” Santana told him, her tone full of promise, “you’ll know.”

With that, she got up and sauntered off to her room.

Blaine stared after her, flabbergasted.

*

“Schwimmer!” Cassie groaned, sounding frustrated. Kurt stopped in his tracks in front of Rachel, who he was supposed to be leading in a Waltz. “Your arms look like limp, overdone noodles – gross and thoroughly unappetizing.”

“Ms. July,” Rachel said, looking stricken, “I’m trying, honestly.”

“Try harder,” Cassie barked. “And you, Boy George.”

Kurt closed his eyes. Oh, fuck. He had a nickname now. Everyone in the class knew what that meant.

He was on Cassie’s shit list.

“I’ve seen you do better, but the last few weeks you’ve been flailing around in here like an octopus on dry land.” She slammed the end of her dancing stick into the ground, and it echoed throughout the studio. “Fix it.”

Kurt nodded, trying not to let the tears gathering in his eyes spill.

Cassie whirled her finger around in the air and Adam took his cue to restart the music. Kurt took a deep breath and took Rachel into his arms.

He was going to fix this, damn it.

*

“Are we okay?” Blaine asked, getting Kurt’s attention. Kurt was reclined up on his pillows, covers pulled up to his waist as he flipped through a Vogue magazine. It was one of the rare nights Blaine had gotten home before Kurt had fallen asleep. He’d made sure of it (nailing every scene on the first take because he was awesome like that) since Kurt was flying to Ohio for Mr Schuester’s wedding in the morning, and Blaine had wanted to see him before he’d left.

“What?” Kurt glanced up, obviously startled. “Of course we are,” he answered. “The flowers you sent are beautiful, if I didn’t tell you earlier.” Blaine eyed the vase full of red and yellow roses displayed on Kurt’s nightstand, not fully convinced. Blaine had opened a bowtie with hearts all over it when he’d gotten home and it was setting on his own nightstand.

“You did, but it’s nice to hear it again,” Blaine replied softly. He didn’t feel reassured, but he didn’t want to push it and end up making Kurt angry. “You just seem a little… distant today. Is it about that Sebastian mess?”

“No,” Kurt answered. “You explained that. I’m sorry, I guess I’ve just got a lot on my mind for the trip tomorrow.” Blaine nodded after a moment though he didn’t quite believe Kurt, but decided it was better to let it go. He didn’t want to fight before Kurt went out of town. Blaine held in his sigh and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

He hopped out, slipping on some boxers after he’d toweled off, finding Kurt about to turn out the light. He climbed into bed next to Kurt and pressed up against Kurt’s back, his hand snaking around to rest on Kurt’s lower abdomen, slowly moving downward.

“Not tonight, Blaine,” Kurt murmured, pulling away.

Blaine blinked in the darkness, startled. “Uh, yeah, sorry.” He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling as Kurt’s light snore filled the room.

Sleep was a long time coming.

*

Ohio bound with @AuntieSnix, wedding bells are in the air!
@KurtHummel

WHAT THE FUCK?

Can someone explain? I R confuzed.

Who the hell is Auntie Snix? Kurt’s maiden aunt?

Omg, I’m cackling, he would have an aunt with that name.

You guys, if you’d bothered to check the Twitter account you’d know it’s his friend Santana.

HE’S GOING TO OHIO TO MARRY SANTANA?

JFC, is everyone here very stoned? I think we’ve finally cracked.

MAYBE HE AND BLAINE ARE FINALLY GETTING GAMRRIED SOMEONE SEND HELP I CAN’T BREATH JUST TRHINKING ABOUT IT

No, the glee club teacher and the guidance counselor at McKinley are getting married tomorrow! They’re probably coming back for the wedding.

ARE YOU INVITIED CAN YOU TAKE PICS?

Sadly no, but I’m sure I’ll hear all about it from the kids in glee…

*

Traveling with Santana was always an experience. Finn and Rachel had gone home the day before, as Finn was a member of the wedding party. Kurt was glad he was staying out of this wedding – as much as he loved planning them, he was sure that Miss Pillsbury would want things exactly her way and he was so not equipped to deal with that on top of school.

Seeing his family was great; his dad and Carole took him, Santana, Finn and Rachel out for dinner and they call caught up over sub quality breadsticks and the most delicious cheesecake Ohio had to offer.

Kurt spent the meal feeling like his dad’s eyes were studying him. He knew he hadn’t been imagining things when his father stopped him on the way up to his room that night.

“Sit down, kiddo,” Burt said, looking concerned.

Kurt sighed. He had a feeling he knew what was coming and he just didn’t want to deal with it. It had been hard enough dealing with Blaine’s issues; he didn’t really need his dad piling on.

“What’s up, Dad?” Kurt asked, just wanting to get it over with.

“I just wanted to know how you’re doing,” his father said.

“I’m fine,” Kurt replied quietly.

“Are you?” Burt paused. “I know things have been rough between you and Blaine lately…”

“Dad, that was months ago, before Christmas. Why are you bringing it up now?”

“With everything going on over the holidays, I thought maybe I should wait and see how things went, but you don’t seem like yourself, son.”

“I’m just tired, Dad,” Kurt muttered. It was true – he was exhausted. He wanted to go upstairs to his room, pull the covers over his head and shut out the world for a while.

“Things between you and Blaine are okay? Because I know how hard it can be to live with someone, even when you love them as much as you love Blaine.” Burt pressed.

“They’re fine, honestly. Better than ever, I promise,” Kurt told him, glancing to his right and wanting to escape. He didn’t want to examine the way he felt at his father’s words, questions rising up that Kurt pressed to back of his mind. He and Blaine were fine. Things had been rough, but they’d worked it out. “If it’s all right with you, I’d like to go to bed now, please.”

Burt sighed this time and then nodded. Kurt kissed his father on the cheek and then disappeared up the stairs.

He got himself ready for bed by rote, going through his skin sloughing regiment slowly. Kurt would have normally called Blaine and done it over the phone with him (as they used to do), but he figured Blaine would be on set or asleep and didn’t want to disturb him.
He typed out a good night text to Blaine instead.

Goodnight
-K

He set his phone on his night stand and pulled the covers up over him as he lay down. Sweet oblivion waited.

*

You should be here, Lady Hummel’s freaking out.

Why, what’s wrong?

It’s a real life runaway bride!

You’re kidding?!

Nope, the bride has left the building

Why is Kurt freaking?

Not sure – he seems to think it’s his fault?

Blaine immediately dialed Kurt’s phone, and breathed out a sigh of relief when Kurt answered with a somber “Hello?”

“Love, what’s going on at that wedding?”

“What wedding?” Kurt snorted. “Miss Pillsbury ran for the hills.”

“You seem awfully upset about that.”

“Well, it’s my fault.”

“How is that possibly your fault?”

“I was the last one to speak with her and she seemed freaked out and I tried to help but I think I just made it worse and then I left her alone with Coach Sue – Coach Sue, Blaine – and now she’s gone.”

“Kurt, it’s not your fault. She’s a grown woman and she makes her own decisions.”

“I know that, I do, I just…” Blaine could hear Kurt sniffling and wished he was there to hold him. “Where are you anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“Central Park. We’re getting ready to start filming, but there was no way I wouldn’t have called you, you know that.”

“Break a leg,” Kurt murmured before falling silent.

“I will,” Blaine replied after a moment. “Cheer up, okay? I love you.”

“I’ll try,” Kurt replied. “I love you.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

"You too."

Blaine hung up, tucking his phone into his pocket. He turned around to see a staffer standing there, a sheaf of paper in his hand. “Last minute rewrites?” Blaine asked. The guy nodded, handing him the new pages.

Blaine skimmed the pages and then groaned.

Sometimes Blaine really, really, really hated scripts.

*

“You cheated on me James, that’s not just something I can get over!” Toby snapped, staring at James. James hated that they were in public, in the middle of the park. He didn’t like attracting too much attention, even if things were better in New York.

“I’ve said I’m sorry a million times, but you won’t even hear me out,” James murmured.

“Then tell me – what could possibly explain what you did?” Toby demanded.

“I thought we were over,” James began softly, tears in his eyes. I was so sure that we were done – you weren’t here and I – I felt like I wasn’t part of your life anymore. You weren’t talking to me or returning my phone calls. What was I supposed to think, Toby?”

“You were supposed to think that I love you!” Toby exclaimed, staring down at him.

“I didn’t feel it,” James whispered. “I didn’t. So when Thomas invited me over… I went.”

“Are you saying this is my fault?” Toby asked, looking upset.

“No,” James replied. “It’s my fault, because I doubted your feelings for me. But I’m so sure of them now and I will never, ever do that again, I promise.”

“Am I just supposed to get past this, James?” Toby looked torn and hope sprang into James’ chest.

“I know that I hurt you, but you hurt me too,” James pointed out. “Maybe they don’t compare but can’t we learn from this and grow as a couple?”

Toby remained silent, biting his lip.

“Please, can we just… can we just try?” James asked, his impassioned tone filling the silence.

“Come here,” Toby said softly, pulling James close and putting his arms around him. James’ heart started thudding in his chest, and then Toby’s lips were on his.

All was right with the world.