The next day was Monday and I slept through my alarm clock so I was in a rush and just grabbed the first clean dance outfit I had throwing it in my bag. As I was rushing out the door Blaine called out to me from the kitchen, I turned and he tossed me a muffin. I thanked him grateful that I wasn't going to have to skip breakfast after all.

"Hello Kurt." Adam greeted me in our shared dance class.

"Hi Adam."

We stood and looked at each other, I shifted uncomfortably.

"Is that a hicky?" He asked peering at me.

Oh fuck. I forgot about that when grabbing my dance outfit, the hicky was on my shoulder and would have been covered by pretty much any of my other dance outfits. It was fading but still very visible on my pale skin.

"Ummm...."

"Right. Blaine I assume."

"Does it matter?"

"For six months you told me you weren't ready but just days after we break up you show up with a hicky. Did you fuck him?"

"That's none of your business Adam."

"Well that's a yes. How long after we broke up did you wait? Five minutes? Ten?"

"You know what Adam yes I had sex with Blaine the day after I dumped you. Happy?"

"Why him? Why not me?"

"I don't maybe because he didn't pressure me or belittle my feelings. Maybe because he didn't act like it was something I owed him."

"And I did?"

"Yes. The thing about you and me Adam is we were only ever supposed to be friends, we weren't meant to be a couple. I know that now and I know you thought you loved me but I don't think you did, not really. Not the way someone is supposed to love their boyfriend."

"So you regret our time together?"

"No...not that's not what I'm saying, we had some fun but honestly other than the occasional kissing we never really acted like boyfriends. And I know that was largely me, but you can't tell me that's what a relationship is supposed to feel like. There was no spark Adam, whether you want to admit it or not."

"There's a spark with Blaine?"

"Truthfully?" I asked.

He nodded.

"There are fireworks."

"Just be careful, he's not the relationship kind."

"I know." I sighed. "It doesn't matter though; we are barely even speaking right now."

"If you want advice on how to fix things you are talking to the wrong person."

"I really am sorry for the way everything played out Adam."

"Yeah me too. Maybe we can try the friend thing? Not yet, I'm not there yet but in the future?"

"I'd like that."

When I got home that night Rachel was once again gone to her rehearsals, or at least that's where I assume she was, so Blaine and I were home alone. He was in the living room reading a book when I entered the loft, he saw me and got up and began to go to his room.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Don't go hide from me."

"I was trying to give you space, like you asked."

"I know but I hate it and it needs to stop Blaine. We were sort of friends before... everything and I....I miss you."

"I miss you too."

"Ok then, no more running away."

"No more running away."

"Do you want dinner?"

He nodded so I went about cooking us a stir fry while he sat at the kitchen table to keep me company. I stopped chopping the veggies for second and turned to look at him.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"Ummm....ok....do you....do you not think I'm sexy anymore.....now that you've seen me?"

"What?"

"It's just you used to always call me sexy but you don't anymore and I was wondering if maybe....maybe when I'm naked I'm not....sexy....that is."

"Holy shit Kurt. You are the sexiest man I have ever seen, especially when you are naked."

"Really?"

"Really."

"I kind of miss you calling me sexy."

He smirked at me.

"I knew you liked it Sexy."

I blushed.