Blaine had been and idiot. He knew that the moment he had finished his encounter with a boy who was not Kurt and he knew that Kurt would never, ever forgive him. Miraculously, he had been wrong, at least about the last part. Though it had taken him a long time, like, a really long time, Kurt had forgiven him. Both of them knew they would have to work at it, but eventually they had gotten back together. After several months of agony, several more months of an increasingly less awkward friendship, and a little experimentation on both their parts, they came to the conclusion that they had to be together. There was no other option.

Even still, things didn’t go back to the way they were. Blaine hadn’t really expected them to. He had, after all, done the only thing that both he and Kurt had decided was a deal breaker. So he knew he would have to earn his way back to trustworthiness. It was completely understandable, at least to Blaine. His friends however, were not quite as understanding. He had made new friends almost immediately upon moving to New York. That was just Blaine. If there was one thing he was good at, it was making friends. And he appreciated them most when Kurt was busy working on his showcase piece for the semester. While he would have rather been helping in whatever way he could, Kurt insisted that it was to be a surprise. So, Blaine went out with his friends instead. He was shooting pool with them when his phone buzzed.

From Kurt: Hey, whatcha doin’?

Blaine put his drink down on a nearby table and curled his pool stick into his elbow to respond.

From Blaine: Around the corner shooting pool with the guys. Wishing you were here. I miss you. xx

“Blaine! It’s your shot,” called one of the other guys. His phone buzzed again.

“Hang on,” he called back.

From Kurt: Miss you too. Be done soon. Have fun.

Blaine put his phone down to take his shot.

“Finally,” commented one of the guys. Blaine rolled his eyes. His phone buzzed again, this time more steadily. He smiled at Kurt’s picture on the screen.

“Hey you,” he answered.

“Jesus, Blaine, again?” he heard someone say behind him. “You’re holding up the game.” He shot a look their way to shut them up.

“Hey,” Kurt said, “just wanted to check in. I was hoping we could grab a late dinner, but if you’re busy…”

“No,” Blaine interrupted, “Let’s do it. I haven’t seen you all day.”

“Okay,” said Kurt, “Should I meet you at home?”

“Meet me here,” Blaine said, “What’s your ETA?”

“Give me half an hour.”

“Can’t wait to see you.”

“You too.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye,” said Kurt.

“Bye baby.” Blaine hung up the phone and returned to the game.

“Boyfriend keeps you on a pretty short leash, Anderson,” teased one of the guys. Blaine took another shot, which he made.

“Yeah,” said one of the others. “He ever let you out of his sight for more than five minutes?” Blaine made another shot.

“If I were you,” he said, “I’d be less concerned about my boyfriend and more concerned about how I’m about to kick your ass.” He made a third shot. “Eight ball, side pocket,” he said just as he hit the ball in.

“Ouch,” said the first guy, but he high-fived Blaine, nonetheless. “Again?” he asked.

“Make it quick,” Blaine said, “I’ve got a hot date.”

“You disgust me.”

Blaine laughed because the truth was, he friends ragging on him didn’t really bother him. He had really screwed up with Kurt before and if getting a phone call every once in awhile meant he got to keep him, he would take it.