“Hey JJ, look, I’m sorry Rachel helped me clean off after I got slushied and invited me to dinner an-”

“Stop, Blaine. Just Stop!” Jermaine snapped. “Do you know how much it hurts watching you stare at him like that? No, you don’t because you don’t see! You don’t see anything. EVER!”

“What don’t I see?” questioned Blaine. Why was Jermaine getting so upset about this? He should be happy for him.

“You still don’t see it! You’ve never seen it. Just, just look at me and tell me what you see.”

“I see my best friend, my only friend, slightly overacting, who should be happy that I finally spoke to my crush today!” Blaine yelled.

“Happy? How can I be happy, when you don’t see?”

“What don’t I see, JJ? Tell me, please… please,” Blaine asked tears stinging his eyes, it pained him to see that he’d made his best friend upset.

“No! If you can’t figure it out, I’m not going to tell you! You need to see it for yourself!”

What did Jermaine mean, what wasn’t Blaine seeing? Jermaine was his best friend, he told him everything, right?

“You’re my best friend, you can tell me anything,” said Blaine. “I won’t think any less of you.”

“Well, you obviously think that those Cheerios are much better friends than I am…”

“No, you are my bes-“

“Then why the fuck did you blow me off today? If I’m such a great friend why did you go join them? It would have been fine if you have texted me and told me. You just left me…” Jermaine interpreted, anger boiling up inside him. But he could never stay this mad at Blaine.

“I-I-I’m sorry, they just seemed really nice and Rachel invited me… Kurt said he’d help us not get slushied anymore.”

“Save It, Blaine… You obviously don’t need me because you have your new Cheerio friends who are so much more interesting… So much more interesting that you forgot that we were going to have lunch,” Tears cascaded down Jermaine’s face.

Lunch meant so much more to Jermaine today than Blaine thought, today during first period Jermaine decided he was going to tell Blaine, he was going to come out to Blaine, tell Blaine how he felt about him. When Blaine bailed he was heartbroken, especially when he saw that he bailed to spend time with Kurt. Obviously Blaine didn’t know that Jermaine felt like that or was going to tell him but it still hurt.

When Blaine was walking to his car he bumped in to Kurt.

“Blaine, are you okay? What’s happened?” asked Kurt

“Jermaine and I just had a fight. He’s pissed off because I forgot that we were having lunch together today,” Blaine sobbed,

‘he’s mad because I spent dinner with you instead of him’ Blaine thought.

“Oh come here, Blaine,” said Kurt pulling Blaine in to a tight hug, Blaine revelled in Kurt's warmth, and tried to remember his scent. It was heavenly, he smelt like rosewater.

Blaine sat in his armchair and tried to envisage Kurt, doing the splits, and looking so perfect and oh so hot. Blaine squirted some lube in to his hand and warmed it between his fingers. He threw his legs over the sides of the chair, as he began to slowly massage his puckered entrance.

“Oh yes, Kurt,” said Blaine as he pushed a finger in swirling it around, breaching the ring of muscle.

He inserted a second finger, and he hissed slightly and thrust in crooking his fingers so he hit his prostate.

“FuckFuckShit Kurt,” Blaine moaned softly.

He massaged the small ball of nerves for a little while, eliciting soft moans, before pushing in a third finger, and he repeatedly thrust them in and out crooking his fingers. Whilst doing so he slowly started moving his hand along his dick, quickening the pace.

“Oh sweet god, Kurt, that’s amazing… fuck, fuck,” Blaine said, the familiar warmth coiling in his abdomen forming. It took a few more pumps of his cock before he was cuming all over hand.

“Oh god, Kurt,” Blaine screamed a bit too loudly.

“Blaine Theodore Anderson, will you keep your faggy activities to yourself?” yelled Richard Anderson through his wall.

“Sorry… Mr Anderson,” shouted Blaine.

It may seem weird that Blaine called his dad ‘Mr Anderson’ but he didn’t treat Blaine like a son, he treated him more like just a guy who rents a room. It had been that way since Blaine came out four years ago, Blaine didn’t care, his dad made his decision. Just like Blaine had ‘made his’, his dad just couldn’t cope with the fact his little boy, whom he’d once thought perfect was gay. So he’d disowned him, made him pay board and for food and anything else he needed for school.