Blaine walked out of the bar and stopped for a moment, trying to process exactly what had just happened. Kurt was just pretending. That’s all it was, right? It was supposed to be like they were dating and had been dating for a while. He knew that going into this. Why was he feeling like he actually had... feelings for Kurt? He shouldn’t be doing that. He had never done that with any of his other clients over the years of doing this. Why was Kurt different?

He got back into the car and stared at his hands as he placed them on the steering wheel. He hadn’t known Kurt as long as Santana or Rachel or Finn, but he did know that Kurt wouldn’t have done something like that unless Jonathan was there to witness it. So why did he do it in front of the girls? He didn’t have anything to prove to them, not really.

He started the car and headed towards Finn’s bachelor party. Admittedly, he was nervous. It was at Jonathan’s place and he really didn’t know anyone at this thing. He had met a few people that would be there, but in all honesty, he was going to be the biggest fish out of water at this thing. Maybe he should have listened to Kurt and not gone.

Blaine spent the entire drive thinking about the kiss Kurt had given him. It wasn’t like any of their previous kisses. Those were just simple pecks on the cheek or a quick touch of the lips, not anything of the magnitude that Kurt had brought. If Blaine was being honest, it was one of the best kisses he had ever received.

He turned down the road and stopped at the fourth house. There seemed to be a fair amount of people there already so Blaine figured it was going to be just like when you would walk into a classroom and you weren’t the first one there so everyone stared at you as you entered the room. Staring at the house, he put the car in park and considered his slight shock and confusion at the residence—he could have sworn that Jonathan would be the type to live in an apartment that screamed commitment-phobe.

Cutting the engine, he slowly got out of the car. This was going to be interesting. He made his way up towards the door and knocked. He had no idea if he was supposed to knock or just walk on in, but the door opened and he saw Puck staring at him.

“Hey, Blaine. Didn’t think you’d show up. Come on in,” Puck said, standing aside.

Blaine walked into the hallway and looked at Puck. “Jonathan lives here?”

“Yeah, hard to believe, right? I still think he’s scamming someone… or his parents are paying for it. Because there is no way he is making enough money to live here,” Puck said, shutting the door and scowling a little.

Blaine looked at Puck and quirked an eyebrow, “What makes you say that?”

He sighed, “Well, Jonathan’s not really the one to hold down a stable job,” Puck began. “Kurt pretty much paid for everything when they were together.”

“And Kurt just… dealt with it?” Blaine asked, a little shocked to hear about this side of Kurt’s relationship.

“Kurt’s just too nice sometimes and when he loves someone, he really loves them,” Puck said, offhandedly.

Blaine nodded. He had found that statement to be true. He didn’t know Kurt that well, but he saw that Kurt was just too nice around Jonathan when he had every right to be pissed off and want to kill him. If it were Blaine, he wouldn’t even be giving Jonathan the time of day but he figured that was the difference between him and Kurt.

Puck stopped once they got into the living room and turned to Blaine. “I’m glad you’re here, man. No one really thought that you’d show up.”

Blaine quirked an eyebrow at Puck. “Why’s that? Because I don’t know anyone?”

“Well, that’s part of it, but mostly because of the whole Jon-Kurt fiasco –”

“Hey, that’s between those two. I’m here because Finn invited me and I’m here to help celebrate him and Rachel,” Blaine interrupted, looking around at all of the faces he didn’t know.

He knew that people were going to be awkward around him all night because of Kurt but he didn’t care. His knowledge of Kurt's previous relationship was scant, and besides, he didn’t need to know anything. He wasn’t even dating Kurt, so he didn’t need the details.

He felt a tapping on his shoulder and he turned to the side to see Finn towering over him. Yeah, that wouldn’t scare anyone.

“Blaine, thanks for coming,” he said, clapping a hand on his other shoulder. “I know you don’t know anyone, but don’t let that stop you from having a good time, okay?”

Blaine nodded. “I’m not. I know Puck now. And you and Jonathan. So that’s three people.” He smiled.

“I’ll show him the ropes, Finn. Don’t worry,” Puck said, grinning.

“Good. Get something to drink, okay?” Finn said, walking off over to Jonathan.

Puck rolled his eyes at the sight. “I hate that guy. I really do.”

Blaine looked at him. “Why don’t you like him?”

“Well, for starters he’s stolen my best friend,” Puck said, leering at the two other men across the room. “I moved to LA after high school to get a start on my pool cleaning business. Finn was supposed to come with me but he stayed with Rachel. We knew Jonathan in high school, but after I left, those two became attached and it’s been like this ever since.”

Blaine nodded, watching how Finn acted with Jonathan in contrast to how he acted around Puck. You could tell something had happened there. Blaine felt bad for Puck. He seemed like a nice guy who just went out to make his way in the world. He really couldn’t blame Finn though, because like Puck had said, they’d all been friends before. It was just unfortunate.

Blaine grabbed a drink and mingled his way through the room, surveying everyone. It was literally like a tacky bachelor party. He almost felt sorry for Finn, but he was getting piss-ass drunk, so he didn’t seem to mind in the least that his party was something out of Animal House. All that was missing was the drunken guy shouting 'toga' over and over again. He was being judgmental but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t understand why Jonathan had dated Kurt, or rather why Kurt had dated him. Jonathan just seemed like that guy who was the love-‘em-and-leave-‘em type and that didn’t seem like Kurt at all.

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“Do you remember when we all went to the lake for the summer?” Jonathan asked, taking another shot.

Finn scrunched up his face in thought. “No.”

“Yeah, we went and you ran over that cop’s bike,” Jonathan continued.

“No, still not getting it,” Finn interjected, downing his glass of beer.

“We went to that restaurant that would beer batter anything!” Jonathan shouted in exasperation, almost pleading with Finn to remember.

“Oh! Yeah, totally, remember that!” Finn exclaimed, features alight with remembrance and laughing.

“Rachel wore that little bikini,” Jonathan said.

“And somehow Kurt was the one who got poison oak and didn’t tell anyone,” Finn said, chuckling.

“Until Rachel found him in the bathroom an hour later.”

“And you took it upon yourself to make sure that he got better,” Finn said, getting another beer and taking a giant gulp.

Jonathan was quiet for a moment. “I didn’t deserve him then.”

Finn looked at him, confused. “And you do now?”

Jonathan gave him a look and turned his head, catching Blaine looking around the room at various things.

“What’s his problem?” Jonathan asked, nudging Finn with his elbow.

Finn’s head shot up and he looked at Blaine, smiling, “He’s less than nine percent body fat and sleeping with your ex boyfriend.” He laughed loudly and took another drink.

Jonathan glared at Finn and took another shot before music started playing and a wide smile graced his features and he looked at Finn.

“No, dude! No!” Finn shouted.

“Oh, come on, Finn! You’re getting married! It’s your last night of freedom!” Jonathan shouted, grabbing his shoulders.

“No, not after Sam,” Finn shuddered.

“They’re female strippers, Finn. Not Sam. You’re safe,” Jonathan said, guiding him to the living room.

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Blaine had to admit that the party was rather fun by the end of it, a little out of his element, but still fun. Then, he heard the music. His eyes went wide and he looked at Puck, who was glaring at Jonathan, clearly sending knives in his direction. Blaine chanced a glance to the staircase where two girls, clad in feather boas, short skirts, and fishnets were making their way towards Finn, who was looking anything but excited.

“This isn’t Finn,” Puck growled.

“What?” Blaine asked, looking up at the taller man.

“This… damn party. It isn’t him. It’s Jonathan. It’s always Jonathan,” he ground out through gritted teeth, taking a drink.

Blaine looked at him and took the bottle from his hands. “Finn knows what he wants, Puck. He’ll either step up or just go with it; that just seems to be how he is. And Jonathan’s just… a giant tool.”

Puck snorted and Blaine smiled. At least he made him laugh. That was a good thing, right?

“Come on, Finn, just go with it!”

Blaine looked over and saw Finn, standing up, almost nose to nose with Jonathan. “I don’t want this, Jonathan. I’m getting married. I have Rachel. I don’t need this.”

“Finn, it’s your last night of freedom!” Jonathan exclaimed, looking at the girls and smirking.

“All right, Finn, come on,” Puck said, picking up his right arm and placing his around his shoulders.

“He’s fine, Puck. He doesn’t need a babysitter,” Jonathan spat.

Blaine stepped up and put Finn’s left arm around his shoulders to balance out Puck.

“We’re taking him home, Jonathan,” Puck said.

“He can just crash here,” Jonathan slurred, an arm draped around either girl.

“We’re taking him home,” Puck stated, brushing past him with a stumbling Finn and Blaine in tow.

They were headed toward the door and Finn stumbled again, almost falling to the ground. Blaine hurriedly grabbed his arm and steadied him, his arm around Finn’s waist for more support. The three men got to the car and stopped so Blaine could unlock it.

“Blaine, you mind if you drop me off? I did kind of volunteer you back there,” Puck said, a little embarrassed.

“Yeah, that’s no problem. Come on; let’s get him in the backseat,” Blaine said, opening the back door and helping Puck slump Finn into the back seat.

“Finn lives two streets over from me, so, you could drop me off and then him,” Puck explained, shutting the door once Finn was in. “Just go to the right when you back out.”

The two men climbed into the car and Blaine pulled out onto the road, heading in the direction Puck told him. They sat in silence for a few moments until Puck spoke up again.

“So, how long have you known my boy, Kurt?”

“Oh, um, not that long, really,” he said, and immediately regretted it. “It’s sort of been like a whirlwind, you know, going by so fast that it doesn’t seem like that long.”

Puck nodded. “I know that feeling.”

“You have a girlfriend?” Blaine asked, glancing over at the man in the passenger seat.

“Nah, the Puckasaurus is a lone wolf these days,” he sighed.

“Why am I moving?” Finn grumbled, hiccuping from the beat seat.

“You’re in a car, Finn. We’re driving you home,” Puck said, looking back at his friend.

“What the hell was he thinking?” Finn continued, slurring his words slightly.

“Just go back to sleep, Finn,” Puck said, turning back to face the windshield.

Finn groaned and then there was silence. They all sat there, uncomfortably, until light snores could be heard drifting into the front seat. Blaine smiled a little and chuckled. He was envious of that quality; people who could literally just fall asleep at a moment’s notice. He could never do that. Once he was awake, he was awake for the rest of the day. He was never able to just fall back asleep once he was awake, even if he was dead tired, he still wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep.

“I could just punch Jonathan in the face,” Puck said. “He pisses me off and I can’t do anything about it because of Finn.”

“Have you tried talking to Finn about it?” Blaine asked, glancing again.

“I can’t. He’ll get all defensive about everything and bring up the fact that I left.”

“How will you know if you don’t try?”

Puck looked at Blaine and sighed, “I just can’t.”

“Okay,” Blaine said, staring out at the road. “Which way now?”

“Make two lefts and a right and you’ll be at my place,” Puck said, looking out his window.

The short distance was spent in silence, aside from Finn’s snoring. Blaine was somewhat thankful when they reached Puck’s house. He felt like he’d crossed a line telling him to talk to Finn about it but it was the right thing to do. Every one could see that Jonathan was an ass. Blaine just met him and he could see that already.

He slowed to a stop and put the car in park, turning to look at Puck. “You okay?”

Puck nodded. “Yeah. Um, just go to the end of this street, make a right, and take the second left and you’ll be at Finn’s place.”

Blaine nodded and glanced back at Finn, who was still asleep. Yeah, he was envious of him.

“Thanks, Blaine,” Puck said, getting out of the car and heading towards his house.

Blaine sat there until he shut the door behind him, and pulled out towards Finn’s place. It really wasn’t that hard to maneuver around the area. He was shocked at that. He was used to larger cities where it could be a bit harder to find your way around but this was actually kind of nice. It didn’t take him long to arrive at Finn’s house and after getting out, he opened the back door and sighed. Why was Finn so tall? More importantly, why the hell was he, himself, so damn short?

He placed his hand on Finn’s shoulder, shaking him. “Finn, wake up, you’re home.”

Finn opened his eyes. “Home?”

“Yeah, come on, out of the car. I’ll help you to the door,” Blaine said, grabbing Finn’s arm, stabilizing him as he practically fell out of the car, struggling to stand upright.

“What’s wrong with, Jonathan? As if I would sleep with a stripper, I’m getting married,” Finn said, putting his arm around Blaine’s shoulders.

“It’s always been my experience that a man in love doesn’t need a prostitute,” Blaine said, still walking towards the door but stopped abruptly when Finn let go of him.

He turned to look at Finn and saw a strange look on his face. “Finn, you did the right thing.”

Finn looked at him, confused. “How do you know so much… about so much?”

Blaine smiled a little and chuckled. “I’m a hooker.”

Finn’s face scrunched up and then he let out a laugh. He doubled over and placed a hand on Blaine’s shoulder to steady himself. “I like that,” he said, pointing at Blaine and stumbling his way up the stairs.

Blaine watched as he made it safely into the house and shook his head, turning towards the car. That had been interesting. He got back into the car and started the engine, heading back towards Kurt’s house. He was really starting to like everyone. He was really starting to like Kurt. He had liked Kurt instantly upon meeting him, but now, just slowly getting to know him, along with his family and friends, it felt like it was turning into something more for Blaine and he couldn’t let that happen. That wasn’t allowed for him and he was breaking his own rule.

Kurt was infectious. Blaine felt for him whenever he was upset or nervous and he was thrilled whenever Kurt seemed genuinely happy. This had only been from observing him for about two days, but Blaine couldn’t help but want to be there for Kurt. He knew that he was getting paid to be there for him, but it was more than that to him now.

He made it back to Kurt’s house in record time and it looked like no one else was awake or home. Tip-toeing up the front steps and using the house key to let himself in, he made his way quietly up to Kurt's room and closed the door behind him with barely a click.

Just being in there made him feel like he knew Kurt more. You could tell a lot about a person by their bedroom and what they had in it. How neat or messy it was, the colors, what art or posters adorned the walls. Kurt’s room was exceptional. Blaine knew that he hadn’t been in it for two years, but just by watching Kurt’s movements, everything was still in its same place. Blaine figured that comforted Kurt. He was away for two years, basically running away from everyone there and just coming back to his old room that hadn’t changed. It would be comforting.

Quickly, he undressed, folding his pants and jacket and setting them on a chair with his shirt laid across the arm. After grabbing a book from his case that he'd been meaning to get to for a while, he flicked off the main light in favor of the bedside lamp and slid between the sheets, setting back to read.