From: Kurt Hummel [2:10am]

Say, wasn’t that a funny day?

From: Kurt Hummel [2:10am]

Gee, you had a funny way- a way about you.

From: Kurt Hummel [2:11am]

A kind of glow of something neeeewwwwww :D

From: Blaine Anderson [2:13am]

Are those lyrics? They sound familiar.

From: Kurt Hummel [2:14am]

Haha. You’re cute, Blainers.

From: Blaine Anderson [2:17am]

You’re cuter, Kurt. So why are you up at this time of morning on a Tuesday?

From: Blaine Anderson [2:18am]

Can’t stop thinking about me?

From Kurt Hummel [2:20am]

Lol

From: Blaine Anderson [2:21am]

The fuck is that supposed to mean?

From: Kurt Hummel [2:23am]

It means “laughing out loud”

From: Blaine Anderson [2:24am]

Bye.

From: Kurt Hummel [2:25am]

Lol. You don’t mean that.

From: Kurt Hummel [2:27am]

You better talk to me, Blaine Anderson.

From: Kurt Hummel [2:30am]

I’m not your friend anymore. It’s over.

From: Blaine Anderson [2:33am]

I was just walking to the Student Lounge, you big baby.

From: Blaine Anderson [2:33am]

Like you could go five minutes without me anyway.

From: Kurt Hummel [2:38am]

Just did.

From: Blaine Anderson [2:41am]

Wow. Did you put on a timer or something? Jeez, Kurt :P

From: Kurt Hummel [2:42am]

That’s beside the point. The point is I went 5 minutes without you. My prize shall be a cheesecake of the strawberry variety.

From: Kurt Hummel [2:43am]

What are you doing in the Student Lounge at this time of night? You should be in your bed, sugarfoot.

From: Blaine Anderson [2:45am]

I can’t focus with Finn snoring and I have to get this homework done. Professor Whitman is tired of my shenanigans.

From: Blaine Anderson [2:46am]

“If the semester ended tomorrow Mr. Anderson, you’d be barely passing with a D. Your grades in your freshman year were so much better and I expect so much more from you, wah wah woh wah wah”

From: Blaine Anderson [2:47am]

This is actual footage. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ss2hULhXf04

From: Kurt Hummel [2:50am]

Tsk tsk. BadBoy Blainers. Who’da thunk it?

From: Blaine Anderson [2:51am]

Does that turn you on?

From: Kurt Hummel [2:52am]

Boner alert.

From: Blaine Anderson [2:55am]

Pics or it didn’t happen.

From: Kurt Hummel [2:57am]

From: Blaine Anderson [3:01am]

If I invite you out for that celebratory cheesecake right now, how mad would your boyfriend be?

From: Kurt Hummel [3:03am]

Let’s see. If I leave my safe, warm, cozy dorm room to go out and peruse Stony Brook, New York with one of the jocks who happens to be a year ahead and kind of cute in a goofball kind of way- a guy who isn’t my boyfriend, by the way- would it upset my boyfriend? More than likely, yeah.

From: Kurt Hummel [3:04am]

As aroused as strawberry cheesecake makes me, I can wait until daylight for it. I mean the last thing I’d want is your girlfriend finding out.

From: Blaine Anderson [3:06am]

Hm…You think I’m cute.

From: Kurt Hummel [3:08am]

Is that really all you got from that?

From: Blaine Anderson [3:10am]

Kate wouldn’t mind. She knows you’re my friend.

From: Kurt Hummel [3:13am]

I believe the term you used after 24 hours of knowing me was ‘best friend’.

From: Blaine Anderson [3:13am]

Well, she knows you’re my friend. We haven’t covered the advanced label just yet.

From: Blaine Anderson [3:14am]

And, I think that you should let me treat you to the strawberry cheesecake. I’ll have you back at your dorm in an hour the latest. And I know you have late classes on Tuesday so you can’t get it past me.

From: Blaine Anderson [3:15am]

So stop wanking off at the thought of me and get dressed. I’ll pick you up soon.

From: Kurt Hummel [3:17am]

I’m tired.

From: Blaine Anderson [3:19am]

From: Blaine Anderson [3:20am]

From: Blaine Anderson [3:21am]

From: Kurt Hummel [3:22am]

My stomach is horny.

From: Blaine Anderson [3:23am]

So I’ll be there to pick you up in 5. Thank goodness your building is so close to the SL.

From: Kurt Hummel [3:25am]

Make it 10. I have to get ready.

From: Blaine Anderson [3:26am]

I think you’re pretty without any makeup on.

From: Kurt Hummel [3:28am]

Add a five minute penalty to that for over-excessive cheesiness. 15 minutes.

From: Blaine Anderson [3:30am]

UGGHHH!!!

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I remember the first time I saw him.

It’s highly probable that my memory is so astute because it’s only been eight days, but that’s beside the point.

The point is that I’m pretty certain my life will never be the same, as dramatic as that may sound. In fact, I should probably give you a disclaimer now that there will be super cheesy, melodramatic, borderline corny undertones throughout this entire account. Be warned.

Now, back to the point of…this.

A couple things happened when my eyes first met his; the first being my heart stopping completely as every last particle of air left my body, and the second being me looking a complete dumb ass in front of my girlfriend, my best friends, all of the new people I’d been introduced to that morning, and of course, him.

Because of course, after being alive for 19 plus years, it took .45 seconds to see his face and develop a severe case of psychogenic stuttering.

Does it make any sense to me? Nope. Not a damn bit.

Do you have any idea who I’m talking about?

Probably not. But I promise, we’ll get there.

As a matter of fact, we’ll get there now, actually. Here he comes…

And he looks as gorgeous as ever…

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“It’s a quarter to 4 in the morning and we’re seriously about to go to Lake Grove for cheesecake.” Kurt said as he exited the building, keeping warm in an SBU hoodie and sinfully tight jeans that would probably be banned on Campus if the school’s president ever caught sight of them. “I’m not that hard up for cheesecake, you know.”

Blaine smiled as he leant back against his car; hands in his pockets. “I know. You just wanted to see me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Kurt smiled and stopped right in front of Blaine. “Now give me my hug and take me to stuff my face.”

“You’re such a dom,” Blaine stood up straight and removed his hands from his pockets, wrapping them around his friend. “I mean I could tell that from the get-go but now I’m certain.”

Kurt laughed into the hug as he reciprocated. “Shut up, Blaine.”

“I’m glad you like my sweater,” Blaine pulled back and patted Kurt on the arm, “It looks so much better on you.”

“You’re such a homosexual.” Kurt bit his lip as Blaine laughed and walked over to the drivers’ side. “And that’s fine, Blaine. The quicker you admit, the easier it will be.”

“Get in the car,” Blaine rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t hide the blush. They both got in the navy blue vehicle and strapped in, pulling off in the direction of the Lake Grove Diner a couple minutes later.

“So did you finish your assignment, BadBoy Blainey?”

Blaine scrolled through his cell phone, shaking his head no and reaching onto his plate for a french fry. “I’ll finish it in my Lab class tomorrow. I don’t do anything but text you during Lab anyway. Plus, I got hungry and I had BFF withdrawals.”

Kurt nodded, slicing off another piece of cake with his fork. “You don’t do anything but text me and Kate in Lab, you mean…”

Blaine looked up, grabbing a couple more fries and eating them. “She’s working during that class so I can’t disturb her.”

“Hm,” Kurt nodded and glanced up, licking his lips after swallowing. He missed the way that Blaine’s eyes followed the motion and spoke, “So I’m just your stand in when your girlfriend is busy? I feel special.”

Blaine rolled his eyes and smirked, looking back down to his phone. “You should feel special because you are special to me.”

Kurt fought off the reddening of his cheeks and looked down to his plate, taking another bite.

“Aaron does let you know how special you are, right?”

“Every day,” Kurt told him without hesitation.

“Good,” Blaine smiled and picked up his sandwich now; neglecting his iPhone on the table. “Then that’s all that matters.”

The two ate quietly without conversation for another ten minutes. Kurt checked the time on his watch and knew that it was about time to wrap it up, but he also knew that he wasn’t in a rush. The thought made him feel guilty. Surely he should feel guilty for being out at around 4am with a guy who isn’t the boy he’s in love with, right?

But they are just friends. And friends hang out all the time.

Best friends.

But even then, best friends aren’t so pressed to keep their little rendezvous at 4 in the morning secret.

“You want another slice?” Blaine asked after he pushed his plate away and grabbed for his milkshake. “It’s not a problem…”

“Two is enough.” Kurt told him with a smile. “Besides, we should be getting back. And I don’t want a tummy ache keeping me up all night-well, morning, or whatever.”

Blaine smiled at him.

“Seriously,” Kurt put the fork down and stole Blaine’s milkshake after he finished taking a sip. “It goes straight to my hips and thighs and that’s a big no no for me. I like being able to fit my jeans.”

“Mhm,” Blaine licked his lips and wiggled both eyebrows; “Those jeans fit you very nicely.”

“Homosexual.”

 “Stating the facts, Hummel.”

“Well you’re right.”

Blaine smiled. “I know I am.” He pulled out 2 twenty dollar bills and laid it on the table before reaching over and taking his milkshake back. “Save some for me, will ya?”

Kurt smiled and licked his lips, standing to his feet. “C’mon, shorty.”

Blaine nodded, taking a huge gulp and swallowing before joining Kurt. At this time of the morning, there were only a few Stony Brook University students hanging around in the diner. It was usually the crazy ones who stayed up to cram all night and got two hours of sleep. Kurt felt bad for them. It couldn’t be a healthy lifestyle.

They walked out to the car and Kurt got in first, checking his reflection in the mirror and adding a little more chapstick as Blaine slid in next to him. The elder started the car and Kurt smiled as Blaine blew a kiss at him.

“Such a flirt, Anderson.”

Blaine smiled and backed the car up, pulling out of his parking spot. “I can’t help that you bring out the tiger in me, kid.”

Kurt cursed himself but he laughed. “You’re an idiot.”

“I’m aware,” Blaine bit his lip, driving back towards campus. “So, are we going straight back or taking a detour—“

“Straight back,” Kurt said sternly. “No funny business, Blaine Anderson.”

“Full name,” Blaine said with a light chuckle, “Ouch. Someone means business.”

“I do.” Kurt lowered the volume of the music a bit and turned to look at Blaine. “I don’t know how you listen to this music when you make such pretty songs yourself. It doesn’t make much sense to me.”

Blaine smiled. “You don’t like Twerk music?”

“No.”

“Well I let Drew borrow my car and he left this station on. I wasn’t even listening to it.” Blaine pulled to a stop at a soon to be red light and turned to look at Kurt.

“How were you not listening to that?” Kurt smiled. “It’s hard to miss, Blaine.”

“Because someone as amazing as you deserves my undivided attention.” Blaine looked into the blue-green eyes across from him as a soft smile spread across his lips. “That’s how.”

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I told myself to look away maybe a hundred times within that second.

Blaine Anderson is a life ruiner, and that’s me being nice.

Nothing about him is fair. His stupid curly hair isn’t fair. His sexy lips definitely aren’t fair.

THOSE FUCKING EYES AND THAT SMILE!!!

Ok, calm down, Hummel. You’re in control.

Seriously, if I ever meet his parents I’ll probably slap the shit out of them for making such a beautiful creature that I can’t have and then bend down and kiss their feet just because I get to look at him.

I mean, have you seen that ass?

I’d fuck him against a wall so hard…

Think about Aaron, Kurt. Think about your boyfriend of 4 going on 5 years.

Fuck.

The way he’s looking at me right now. The things he says. I really do hate him. We can’t be friends. Kate is so sweet, and I love Aaron, I do. But fuck, I just want one taste of Blaine Anderson. Just a teeny tiny taste.

It’s probably the fact that he’s straight and shows interest in me that makes him so appealing. And he’s a football player. I mean he’s basically everything I wanted with my step-brother back in high school – hot, jock, sweet—wait… Finn wasn’t my brother at the time… oh just forget it.

My point is, Blaine is hot and I’m in fucking trouble if I can’t get him to leave me alone.

Do I want that?

No.

Sure, it’s been a few days. But he’s one of the kindest, sweetest, most considerate friends I’ve ever had.

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“You’re a cornball.”

Blaine smiled and wrapped his arm around Kurt’s passenger side chair. “You’re adorable.”

“Just adorable?”

“Maybe more,” Blaine shrugged, looking from Kurt’s eyes to his lips now. “Maybe more.”

“Why are you looking at my lips?” Kurt asked him.

Blaine smiled and shrugged. “They’re nice. I look at nice things often. I’m an admirer of nice things.”

Kurt hummed. “How often do you look at your ass?”

Blaine blushed and found Kurt’s eyes. “Not as often as I look at yours.”

Kurt smiled and finally looked away, knowing that at the moment his cheeks were on fire. “The light has been green for a while now—oops, it just turned yellow .”

Blaine didn’t look up to see; simply keeping his foot on the brake. “That’s cool. No one’s behind us so—“

“You’re burning gas, darling.”

“But the thing is,” Blaine sat up and licked his lips a little, staring at the side of Kurt’s profile, “If I drive off, you’ll get back to your dorm room that much quicker. And if you get back, I won’t be able to…hang out with you.”

Kurt smiled, looking down at his hands in his laps. “There’s our cell phones. We can always text.”

“But I want to see you.” Blaine said softly, smiling when Kurt gave him eye contact again. “I like being able to see you. Nice things… remember?”

Kurt didn’t respond with anything other than eye contact; his lips parted but nothing coming out.

“I really like spending time with you, Kurt. Honest to god.”

Now, a car honked its horn from behind them. Blaine jumped a little bit at the noise and looked up to see the light had turned green, again, and that it was time to actually move since someone needed to get by. Blaine sighed and put his hand on the steering wheel again, lifting his foot and driving off.

Kurt looked away from his…friend…after Blaine started to drive again. He faced forward and took a deep breath, wanting to hit himself for feeling the things he felt. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to Aaron or even himself, and definitely not Kate who would probably have no idea about this. Blaine was an awesome guy, sure, but he seemed like the type to keep his lips sealed about things just so that everyone would stay happy. A strong supporter of the ‘ignorance is bliss’ motto. “You know, I like spending time with you, too.”

Blaine listened to the sound of Kurt’s voice filling the space between them and smiled. “Oh yeah?”

Kurt nodded, though he didn’t respond vocally.

“That’s great. I actually have a new song I wanted for you to hear—“

“I’m not finished, Blaine.” Kurt turned to face him as they got closer to his dorm building.

Blaine swallowed and nodded, turning to look at Kurt for only a second before refocusing on the road. “Ok. Go ahead.”

Kurt licked his lips; his head hitting the headrest. “The good thing about us being friends and spending time together is there’s always tomorrow.”

Blaine drove the short distance and pulled up in front of Kurt’s building, sitting back and looking at the steering wheel after he parked. Kurt waited for him to say something, but didn’t get anything.

“I think it’s a good thing.” he told him softly. “Of course, hanging out all night would be fun. Its college and we have time later on to regret not going to sleep. You have this talent of making me laugh and making me want to hit you at the same time. I’m happy with you and there haven’t been many ‘guy’ friends to make me feel like I’m worthy of being anything other than Finn’s-little-brother-who-we-sometimes-hang-out-with. I don’t get the sympathy card with you. You actually want to be around me.”

Blaine turned and looked at him obviously. “You’re a great guy, Kurt. Why wouldn’t I? In fact, I’m lucky you want to be bothered with me.”

Kurt smiled and took his hand. “I’m usually the boy hanging out with five girls at a sleepover, not the guy that goes over to his boys’ house to play some Madden. I don’t even know what Madden is.”

“It’s football,” Blaine said with a smile.

“And,” Kurt continued, not really caring, “I appreciate that so much. You’re special, too. But…”

Blaine laughed and looked away. “Oh, here it comes.”

“But, we are in relationships and this,” Kurt grabbed Blaine by the chin and turned his head so that they were facing one another, “this isn’t cool.”

Blaine looked Kurt in the eyes. “Why not?”

“Because,” Kurt began, “I don’t know about Kate, but Aaron wouldn’t like this. He’s already suspicious even though nothing is going on.”

“Does he make you feel the things you just mentioned to me?”

“What?” Kurt asked, looking from Blaine’s lips into his eyes.

“I said,” Blaine took Kurt’s hand off of his cheek and held it, “Does he do it for you? You said that I make you happy and I make you laugh, and I make you want to touch yourself—“

“I did NOT say that Blaine.”

Blaine laughed as Kurt’s cheeks turned red. “Alright. But you said the first two. Does he do that?”

“Aaron?” Kurt asked, licking his lips and hoping that his speeding pulse wouldn’t mean a sudden inexplicable death with how perfect Blaine’s hand felt in his.

“No,” Blaine shook his head, “Prime Minister David Cameron. Yes, Aaron!”

Kurt tried not to smile, but couldn’t. “It’s a huge turn on that you know who the Prime Minister is, Blaine.”

Blaine smirked. “Answer me, Kurt.”

“Of course he makes me happy,” Kurt said, sitting back against the seat now. “And yes, he makes me laugh. He does all of that and so much more.”

Blaine nodded. “Ok. I find it weird that you couldn’t look me in the eye and say all of that like you’d done with your speech, but ok. I accept your answer.”

Kurt sighed, turning to look Blaine directly in the eyes. “Aaron makes me happy.”

Blaine smiled. “Ok, Kurt.”

Kurt turned away again, glancing down at his hand in Blaine’s. “And Kate?”

Blaine nodded, still looking at his friend. “Of course.”

They were both quiet but eventually, Kurt nodded and pulled his hand away. “Great. I better get inside and actually get some sleep, Blaine. I’ll talk to you later.”

Blaine nodded. “I’ll walk you to the door.”

Kurt smiled and got out. “Sure. Thanks.”

Blaine unstrapped his seatbelt and got out of the vehicle, walking over to catch up with Kurt. He looked around what appeared to be a ghost town and sighed as the cool air ran through his curls. “It really is a nice night. Well, morning. It’s a nice… norning.”

Kurt giggled as he wrapped himself up in the hoodie his best friend had given him. “You’re really ridiculous.”

“I know.” Blaine smiled as they stopped in front of the door and tilted his head, looking at Kurt. “So. This is goodbye.”

Kurt shook his head. “No, this is thank you for the strawberry cheesecake and I will see you again soon.”

“Ah,” Blaine licked his lips and looked down the block, “I think mine was a better length but I liked yours more.”

Kurt smiled and looked at their feet.

“I’m not letting you get away without hugging me.”

Kurt glanced up and smiled, swaying as he walked closer to his friend. “I wouldn’t expect you to. C’mere, crazy.”

Blaine hummed happily as he pulled Kurt close by the waist, rocking him back and forth when the younger teen wrapped his arms around his neck. “Never can say goodbye, no, no, no, no, now…”

“Must you sing Jackson 5 every time we hang out?”

“Is that rhetorical because you know good and damn well the answer is yes.” Blaine squeezed Kurt tight and held him close. “I mean it’s Jackson 5 or Twerk music. Choose wisely.”

Kurt smiled as he placed his chin on Blaine’s shoulder and played softly in the boy’s hair. “I’ll stick with Michael and the gang.”

“Good choice.” Blaine closed his eyes, focusing on how perfect the moment felt. There was something amazing about holding Kurt in his arms. “You smell like strawberries.”

Kurt smiled. “You smell like boy. I’m going inside.” He pulled back and looked Blaine in the eyes, adoring the way Blaine laughed but refusing to admit it to himself. “I’ll talk to you later, Shorty.”

“Yeah,” Blaine put his hands in his pockets and walked backwards to his car, belting out lyrics. “EVEN THOUGH THE PAIN AND HEARTACHE SEEM TO FOLLOW ME WHEREVER I GO”

“Blaine.” Kurt turned around and glared at him; one foot already in the building.

“THOUGH I TRY AND TRY TO HIDE MY FEELINGS, THEY ALWAYS SEEM TO SHOW”

“Blaine! Stop it,” Kurt tried to stay upset but his smile deceived him.

Blaine smirked and got on his knees.

“THEN YOU TRY AND SAY YOU’RE LEAVING ME AND I ALWAYS HAVE TO SAY NO

TELL ME WHY

IS IT SOOOOO?

DON’T WANNA LET YOU GO!”

“Goodnight, Blaine!” Kurt laughed and went into the lobby of the building, quickly pressing the button for his elevator. He turned and looked outside knowing he would regret it (he wouldn’t) and saw Blaine doing a two-step as he continued to sing the lyrics to the song.

He really did enjoy having a best friend.

From: Kurt Hummel [5:11am]

So I feel like a dumb ass because you were going to sing me a new song tonight.

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From: Kurt Hummel [5:12am]

And in person, at that.

From: Kurt Hummel [5:12am]

One that wasn’t a Jackson 5 song.

From: Kurt Hummel [5:12am]

And I totally messed that up for myself.

From: Blaine Anderson [5:15am]

Go to sleep.

From: Kurt Hummel [5:17am]

:( But Blaineeeeeee

From: Kurt Hummel [5:18am]

I can’t. :(

From: Blaine Anderson [5:20am]

Forget that I said I was going to sing you a song.

From: Blaine Anderson [5:21am]

You wouldn’t have liked it, anyway.

From: Kurt Hummel [5:23am]

Are you out of your mind?? You do know that I have Don’t You on repeat still, right? It’s been d-a-y-s!

From: Blaine Anderson [5:24am]

I know. But this one is different.

From: Kurt Hummel [5:25am]

I’m very sad.

From: Blaine Anderson [5:25am]

I hate it when you frown, gorgeous.

From: Kurt Hummel [5:26am]

If you let me hear your song, I won’t frown. I swear!

From: Kurt Hummel [5:35am]

Are you ignoring me?

From: Kurt Hummel [5:41am]

Permanent frown.

From: Kurt Hummel [5:42am]

Goodnight, handsome.

From: Blaine Anderson [5:45am]

https://soundcloud.com/stonyblaineanderson/jealousy

From: Blaine Anderson [5:45am]

There it is.

From: Kurt Hummel [5:52am]

Oh.

From: Blaine Anderson [5:54am]

Yeah.

From: Blaine Anderson [5:55am]

Well. I’m sleepy. Finally. Lol. Goodnight.

From: Kurt Hummel [5:57am]

Goodnight.

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I can’t believe I did that. I should’ve sent my cover of Duck Tales.

Fuck.

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I like Straight Jock-Blaine Anderson. I like him a lot.

Fuck.