#Finn at the club (he’d never be at the club): sooo did you know some trees communicate through fungus in their root systems

[ki1ldeer]

some bros just having a nice friendship hangout in the woods (they are roommates)

[ambootyos]

Club Confusion Pt. 29 (Page’s Ending Pt. 4)

Part 28

Word Count: 3,057

A/N: I am sooo sorry this took forever! But enjoy!! :)

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We finally made it home, and I went to change.

Me, and Page were the first ones inside, so I invited him to join me. He furrowed his brows.

“Do we have..time for this?” He asked with a smile, as he walked into my room, and I shut the door behind him.

I shook my head. “No, probably not, but I was hoping, you could help me change?” I asked, as I put his hands on his waist. “Like by..helping me with the zipper on the back?” I replied, turning around, and moving my hair out of the way, so that he could help.

I could’ve easily done it myself, like I did when I put it on, but it was more fun this way.

“It’s official. You’re trying to kill me.” He smiled, before doing what I’d asked.

“Just keeping you entertained. No harm in that, right?” I asked, biting my lip and pretending like I didn’t know what I was doing.

After he unzipped it, I slid it off, and kicked it away, then I turned to face him. “So..what should I throw on..?” I asked, and he took a deep breath.

“Hmm..I think you look good like this. Maybe you should just stay in this, or less than this?” He suggested.

I smiled. “Hmm..maybe.” I leaned in to kiss him, and was cut off by a knock on the door.

“Hey Y/N! Come out here, we wanna watch a movie or something.” I heard Matt exclaim, I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh.

“Okay, just a second Matt!” I called back, before looking back at Page. “I guess we’ll continue this later? We have a few hours left..” I trailed off, before looking at the ground.

He nodded, and kissed my forehead.

“I’ll see you out there.” He started, before turning back to look at me. “Oh, you should put my shirt back on.” He replied, before leaving my room, to let me get dressed, not opening the door wide enough to let anyone see that I was just in my bra and underwear.

I put on a pair of joggers, and Page’s t-shirt, before walking out, and taking a seat next to him on the couch.

Matt furrowed his brows. “Can’t we watch the movies in your room? You’ve always let us before. You let Page!” He started, before putting his hands on his hips. “Why don’t we get the same treatment? You like him more than us, don’t you?” He asked, as Nick nodded in agreement.

I shared a look with Page, before looking back at Matt and shaking my head. “Matt, you know I love you guys.”

Matt rolled his eyes, and let out a sigh. “Yeah, we know, but not as much as you love him. Why can’t you treat us, exactly like you treat him?” He asked, causing Kenny to grin devilishly, and Page to blush.

I cleared my throat. “Matt..we just have a different friendship, that’s it. It’s nothing against you.” I explained, and he shook his head, before sitting down, on the floor in front of me.

“Whatever. It feels like I’m being excluded though.” He sighed, overreacting as he always did.

I smiled softly, as I pulled a cover over me and Page, and put my legs in his lap, before putting my head on his shoulder, and he put his arm around me.

I know being this close with him, in front of everyone, may have been overstepping boundaries a bit, but I didn’t care.

Matt chuckled. “Proving my point exactly.” He mumbled, as he turned on the movie, he chose a horror flick, for reasons I don’t know.

Page moved his arm, so that he could lace his hand with mine, under the covers of course, because that might be going too far, or it felt like it would be, I’m not exactly sure why.

“I’m gonna miss this.” I whispered, cuddling closer to him. I didn’t even realize I’d said it until I already had, but I didn’t regret admitting that.

“We’ll always have this.” He replied, keeping his voice quiet.

He smelled nice, like a mix of faded cologne, fresh outside air, and a hint of vanilla, but that was probably just my perfume rubbing off on him. I could’ve fallen asleep next to him, but, it’d mean the night would be over.

And I didn’t want that.

After several scary movies of Matt’s choosing, I faked a yawn.

“Yeah..so, I really wanna get some sleep.” I said.

Matt cleared his throat. “Wait..um..can we all stay up, and talk for a bit? I’m a bit well, scared.”

“Of what?”

Kenny asked, becoming just a bit annoyed with him.

“Of all the movies we just watched! They’ve got me thinking. If there was a Purge, do you think Adam would kill us? Because I really, really, think he would.”

Nick shrugged. “Probably just you. You’re the one who’s apparently dating Y/N.”

Matt shook his head. “He definitely would. But I’m not the only one he’d kill. Kenny broke them up in the first place, so he’d be the first to go. Page is the one that told her, Marty was into her. And he’ll for sure kill Marty.”

“Oh, hey, by the way, who is your actual boyfriend? Do you actually have one?” Nick asked.

I smiled softly as I looked at the time.

11:30

I nodded. “Yes, I do.”

“Do we get to know? Is it Finn? Is it Seth? Oh wait..no. Don’t tell me..” Matt replied, as a worried expression grew on his face. “Are you..f*cking The Revival?”

I rolled my eyes, and shook my head. “No Matt. It’s not any of them. It’s nobody on RAW or Smackdown. And I’m not gonna tell you who it is, because we’re trying to keep it quiet. And, no offense, but I really don’t trust you with secrets.” I chuckled.

“Why don’t you trust me? Last time one of your secrets got told, Page is the one that did it. Not me. I never said anything!” Matt replied. “Okay, well maybe I said some stuff. But, still.”

“Oh yeah..you are the one who told Marty everything! You know, you’re the reason she broke up with both of them for good.” Nick replied.

Kenny smirked. “Yeah Hangman..why’d you do that exactly?” He asked.

I thought it over for a second, and I know this might be a little crazy. Maybe I’m reaching. But did he do it on purpose? Was this his plan? Is he the type of guy who’d do that?

“It was an accident Kenny. You know I didn’t mean to.” Page stated dryly, glaring at Kenny.

I couldn’t tell if he felt guilty about it, or if he just didn’t want think he’d do something like that.

“I don’t know. You hated both of them.” Matt nodded. “And you’re pretty good at keeping secrets most of the time, so maybe you did do it on purpose. I don’t know what your reasoning would be. Maybe just to get rid of them. But, I’d believe it.”

I cleared my throat. “Um, the guest rooms are upstairs. Help yourselves. I’m going to bed.” I stated, before getting up, and going into my room.

Cody looked at Kenny and crossed his arms. “You pretty much just cheated yourself out of winning this.” He whispered, smirking slightly.

Kenny shook his head and sighed. “Oh, I doubt it. But only time will tell. I know what I’m doing.” He explained, before he, Cody, Brandi and The Bucks went upstairs.

Page went into my room soon after I did, and shut the door behind him. “Are you okay?” He asked, sounding genuinely concerned. I cleared my throat, and looked up at him.

“Did you do it on purpose?” I asked, needing to know the answer.

He let out an exaggerated sigh, and looked down at the ground for a second, before looking back up at me.

“Yes. I did..” He trailed off.

My mouth fell ajar, and I frowned. “So, was this some kind of plan? You and me?” I asked as I walked closer towards him, and crossed my arms.

“Yeah, you getting injured, and me acting exactly the same as I always do. A mastermind plot honestly.” He replied sarcastically, I rolled my eyes and went to storm out but he grabbed my arm.

“Y/N, listen. I didn’t do it because I wanted you to myself, okay? I did it, because I knew that it was hurting you. You’re my best friend, so believe it or not, I hate seeing you cry. I hate seeing you upset. So, I wanted it to end, I wanted you to choose who made you the most happy. I did regret it at first. But, you’re happy now. You said you were..” He explained, before smiling softly. “And I wouldn’t change it.”

I exhaled sharply. “Why do you have to fix everything?! Why do you have to be so perfect?! It’s so annoying!” I exclaimed, and he furrowed his brows, taken back by my anger, he opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

“Like, seriously! How do you expect me to do this for one day only, when you literally have no flaws?!”

His eyes widened. “Back up. Wha-”

But I cut him off again.

“Stop helping me! It’s your fault, I was with Marty, it’s your fault I broke up with both of them, and it’s your fault I’m over them, because all I can think about is you!” I exclaimed, before letting out a sigh, and looking at the clock on the wall behind him.

“And that’s midnight.”

He turned to look at it and sighed before looking back at me. “I can still stay in here, right?” He asked, sliding his hands into his pockets.

I nodded. “Well, yeah. Now that my friend Page is back, I have to tell him all about my last boyfriend.” I replied, my tone serious, until his face lit up and he smiled ear to ear. Causing me to half smile.

“Oh really? And what was he like?” He asked.

“He was great. Too perfect to describe.” I replied. “I couldn’t even begin to describe how he was in bed.”

His smile grew. “He sounds great. I dated an amazing girl too. She really liked it rough, I was surprised by that, but I’m not complaining. I’m gonna miss her, I shouldn’t have let her go..” He trailed off. “But, rules are rules..”

I nodded. “Yeah. Rules are rules.”

We looked at each other, for a few seconds, and then I looked at the ground, knowing nothing was gonna happen-that nothing could happen.

“I guess we should get to bed.” I shrugged, as I went to walk past him, but he grabbed my forearm, and turned to face me.

I cocked my head, giving him a questioning look. “Page?”

He cleared his throat.

“Rules are meant to be broken.”

We both smiled, and I cupped his face, pulling him into a kiss, before pulling away for a second, I lifted his shirt over his head, maybe a little rougher than I should’ve, but he didn’t seem to mind, he just smiled, and started to kiss me again, we both shed our pants, and when I went to take off the shirt, he’d let me borrow, but he shook his head, and smirked.

“Leave it on.” He said, as he picked me up, and I hooked my legs around his body, and smiled, before crashing my lips back into his.

We fell back on the bed, and it knocked the air out of me for a second.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

I nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I assured him, He smiled and crashed his lips into mine again, I moaned into the kiss.

He pulled away for a second, taking sharp breaths. “You have to keep quiet. Okay? This house is full of people..so try to keep the screaming and moaning to a minimum.” He winked.

“No promises.” I smiled, pulling him into another kiss.

*20 minutes later*

“Um..Nick?” Matt mumbled, as he threw a pillow at his brother.

Nick groaned in annoyance.

He and Matt had taken up one of the guest rooms, while the Kenny, Brandi and Cody, took up the others. He regretted not sleeping on the couch instead.

“Nick!” Matt said louder this time, as he threw another pillow.

“What Matt? What?” He asked, an annoyed tone in his voice, not even opening his eyes.

“What’s that noise?” He asked, and Nick rolled his eyes.

“I have no idea. Why don’t you go see?” He replied, hoping the conversation would be over, but knowing it probably wouldn’t be.

“I can’t! I don’t wanna go down there! You do it.” Matt suggested, and Nick sighed, as he stood up.

“Fine! But when I get back, you have to go to bed, and leave me alone. Okay?”

Matt nodded in agreement. “If, you get back, that is.” He mumbled, as Nick walked out, rolling his eyes as he did so.

He walked downstairs still half asleep, mumbling to himself.

I was straddling Page’s lap, when I lifted the shirt over my head. He sighed.

“You’re taking it off?” He asked, pretending to be disappointed.

“I don’t think I can keep it on, it’s too hot in here..” I breathed a laugh. He smiled, and raised his brows.

“No complaints here..” He trailed off, as he slid his hands, up my thighs, and hips, up to my bra, before he unhooked it, we were too distracted to hear the door open.

“Hey gu-Oh my gosh! No!” Nick exclaimed, frantically shaking his head, causing me and Page to look, over at him with our eyes widened, then Nick cocked his head. “Wait, do you have a tattoo?” He smirked, not taking his eyes off of it.

Page cleared his throat. “Nick. Stop.” He hissed, pulling the covers over us, causing me to lay against his chest, as an attempt to cover myself.

Nick rubbed his eyes. “I’m sorry, it’s just I’ve never seen her naked before, but Matt was right, that was the only good part about this whole situation. By the way, how did this happen? Why did this happen? Is Page the new boyfriend?” He questioned.

I sighed. “Nick, I’d rather answer this later. Please, don’t tell anyone about this yet okay? You and Brandi are the only ones who know.”

“Actually..” Page cleared his throat. “I told Kenny and Cody too.”

I nodded. “Yeah that explains a lot.”

Nick cleared his throat. “So Matt’s the only one that doesn’t know?”

Me and Page looked at each other, before turning back to Nick and nodding

“Okay. Fine. I’ll keep your secret, for now. At least I can mess with Matt.” He replied, turning to walk out. “Just keep it down okay? Matt’s the one that sent me down here.” He explained, leaving the room, for a second, then poking his head back in.

“How long have you had that tattoo by the way?” He asked.

“Get. Out.” Page growled.

“Right! I’ll uh..lock this door too.” He replied, before leaving the room, for good this time, and running back upstairs, into the guest room.

“So, what was it?” Matt asked, and Nick cleared his throat.

“Nothing. It was a ghost. But it’s a friendly one. So, just don’t bother it, or it’ll hate you.” He explained.

Matt seemed content with that response, given he was ready to go to sleep as well.

Nick laid down, before clearing his throat. “Hey Matt?”

Matt groaned. “What Nick? I’m trying to sleep.”

“You’ve seen Y/N naked right?” He asked, trying not to laugh.

Matt rolled his eyes. “Yes. From the waist up, but don’t ask me to describe it to you.” He mumbled, causing Nick to roll his eyes.

“Don’t need to.” He mumbled, before rolling over and falling asleep.

We threw on some clothes, before laying back down, I laid my head on his chest, and grabbed his arm, wrapping it around me, before lacing my fingers with his, causing him to smile.

“So..” He trailed off. “Are we finally gonna try this? Because..I really wanna try this.” He admitted.

I bit my lip. “Of course we’re gonna try this.” I replied, glancing up at him. He turned on his side, facing me, as his smile grew, and he rested his hands on my waist.

“Good.” He mumbled, as he kissed my forehead, and pulled me closer to him.

Soon after that, we fell asleep, but he woke me up early the next morning.

“Y/N, wake up.” He chuckled, and I let out a groan of annoyance.

“Why?” I mumbled, refusing to open my eyes.

He rolled his eyes. “Because, I wanna go get coffee.” He explained. I opened my eyes, to look at him with a deadpan expression, as I let out a sigh.

“Then go get some.” I chuckled sarcastically, as I threw a pillow at him, but he caught it, and playfully hit me with it, causing me to groan again. “Page, I can’t! I cannot force myself to get out of bed, this early, when I don’t have a flight to catch, or work to do.”

He cocked his head. “Fine. Suit yourself. But, I’m not gonna get you anything.” He teased, with a smile, and I nodded, and smiled.

“Oh yes, you most certainly will.”

“Yeah, maybe I will. I’ll bring you back a raspberry mocha, and let you explain to Matt why you’re drinking it. That’ll be fun.” He shrugged, before smirking widely.

I sat up, and rolled my eyes. “Fine. But you’re paying.” I teased, chuckling slightly.

We were waiting in line, and he turned his attention to me.

“We’re gonna have to tell Matt eventually.” He chuckled, and I nodded, and shrugged slightly.

“Maybe he’ll just figure it out on his own.”

Page rolled his eyes. “Doubtful.” He chuckled.

I nodded in agreement. “You’re probably right.” I smiled.

“Love? Is ‘vat you?”

I heard a familiar voice say,  Page’s face dropped, and I sighed, and turned around, as I faked a smile.

“Marty..hey..”

[buckyandsteeb]

Ace Of Diamonds, King of Hearts

Summary: Blaine Anderson knew his wasn't normal when he was 11. It took him a little while to realize how different that was. Kurt Hummel was never what anyone expected. With Blaine, Kurt would learn even more about why that was. *Finn Hudson is a somewhat common character later in the fic

Okay, I can’t control myself.

Prologue

Chapter 1: Ao3 / FF 

Blaine threw himself down on his bed with a laugh. He'd met the cutest boy today!

Kurt.

He was such a terrible spy! But he was so adorable pretending that he went to Dalton. Blaine couldn't help but give him his phone number right after he was done performing for Dalton and putting on a show for the cute spy.

Blaine frowned.

It wasn't as nice to see Kurt break down. He was being bullied, probably worse than Blaine had been.

He just wanted to make that sad look leave Kurt's face. It was a crime to see such a gorgeous boy look so sad.

Blaine took out his phone and typed one word to the new number in his phone.

Courage

He wished that he'd had more courage at his old school. But Kurt seemed stronger than he was, so maybe it would help.

Over the next few days he texted Kurt 'courage' intermittently as they carried on friendly conversation.

His heart dropped into his stomach when his phone rang with a teary-eyed Kurt on the other end. He skipped 4th period and lunch to rush to Kurt's side. He had to do something to put the smile back on his face. He didn’t care that he only had his driver's license. Kurt needed him.

When Kurt mentioned his first kiss being stolen, it took all his willpower to not give Kurt his own first kiss. But Kurt didn't need that. He probably didn't even feel that way about Blaine.

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A few weeks later he got a call from Kurt saying he was transferring to Dalton and needed advice on how to accessorize the uniform. They agreed a trip to the mall was needed.

Blaine, for the most part, kept quiet over how relieved he was that Kurt would be safe at Dalton. He didn't want to come on too strong or overprotective. He'd only met Kurt a few weeks ago. He didn't want to make it weird.

After 5 stores and a few hours of shopping, Blaine offered to go get them both a coffee as Kurt looked at the broaches in Macy's. He made a note of Kurt's coffee order in his phone, planning to commit it to memory soon.

He ordered their coffees and was adding a few sugars into his own when his hand brushed against someone else’s.

“Oh sorry, you go first.” Blaine said absently looking at the man’s name tag “Jeremiah”

Jeremiah pushed the hair out of his eyes as he took a sugar package.

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“Dang it! Shoot!” Blaine muttered to himself as he hurried back to Macy's. He got distracted by Jeremiah who apparently worked at the mall. At the Gap specifically. Jeremiah winked and told him he'd give him a discount the next time he came in.

But Kurt's drink had melted during their conversation and he had to throw it out and buy a new one. He was so stupid!

Blaine stopped walking. Was he, though? It's not like he and Kurt were dating. He could look and have conversations with other boys. He could even date other boys. Boys who mention giving him a discount on bowties. Kurt teased him about his bowties. Nicely but still.

He bit down the guilt as he walked at a normal pace back to Kurt.

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Each time he saw Jeremiah, his guilt lessened. Jeremiah liked him. Kurt didn't. Even if every time Kurt smiled at him, he felt a million butterflies in his belly.

Jeremiah had held his hand twice! Well not exactly hold, more like brush against his as he reached for something. But he could see himself having a relationship with him. They'd even gone shopping together when he came into the Gap and bought 4 bowties and 5 pairs of socks because Jeremiah said they looked good on him. Clearly it was in love.

He asked Kurt advice a few days before Valentines. He knew Kurt would know what to do. He was so smart and amazing. His suggestion of serenading Jeremiah was brilliant.

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Blaine felt like an idiot. Of course they weren't dating. Why did he ever think they were?

And Kurt. Kurt thought he was going to serenade him! And he messed up that. He messed up everything. He couldn't ruin his friendship too.

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Everything was amazing! This room was amazing. He loved everything.

He got to go to a high school party with his very best friend forever, Kurt. And they played spin the bottle! And he sang on Kurt's friends stage. It was awesome!

And now Kurt's brother was driving them somewhere!

“Kuuurrrttt, where are we goooinnggg?!” Blaine asked loudly rubbing himself against Kurt's sweater. “You're sooo soft, Kurt! Kuuurrrttt. Ku-ert. I like your name, Ku-rrrt”

“He needs to stop being so loud or he'll wake up Mom and Burt.” Finn worried, turning around the corner into their street.

“He will.” Kurt reassured, helping Blaine sit back up from where he'd fallen mostly on the floor when Finn turned.

“Finn is soo taaalll, Kurt!” Blaine observed whispering loudly as Finn parked in the Hummel's driveway.

Finn turned off the car and looked over at Kurt. “Do you need help getting him inside?”

“No. He's pretty light.” Kurt assured as he helped Blaine out of the car. Blaine latched onto Kurt and hugged him tightly.

“Kurt is my very best friend!” Blaine grinned at Finn and placed a sloppy kiss on Kurt's cheek.

Kurt rolled his eyes, amused, and picked Blaine up when it was clear he had no intentions of letting go.

“Blaine, sweetie, I need you to be very quiet when we go inside, okay?” Kurt warned. “We can't wake up my dad.”

Blaine pressed a finger over his lips and gave an exaggerated shush as he rested his head on Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt got inside and up to his room without difficulty. He let out a sigh of relief as he set Blaine down on the bed. Blaine laid back and kicked his feet softly as he hummed a random tune.

“Blaine, we're going to bed now, okay?”

Blaine sat up quickly and started to remove his pants.

“Oh no, Blaine. No don't do that.” Kurt said frantically looking everywhere but Blaine with a blush. He rushed to his dresser and pulled out a pair of pajamas. “Go into my bathroom, change into these” Kurt demanded.  He handed them to Blaine, still not looking as he helped Blaine to the bathroom.

He stood on the other side of the door, listening for signs that Blaine needed help and let himself relax when Blaine opened the door with his too big pajamas pooling around his hands and ankles.

“Smells like Kurt,” Blaine grinned hugging his arms to his chest as he wiggled his toes in delight. “May I help you change, my Kurt siry bob? You wear sooo many layers!”

Kurt blaunched. “Um, No Blaine. I think you should just go to bed.”

Kurt lead him back to his bed and tucked him in.  He quickly changed hiding his blushing face before joining Blaine under the covers.

Blaine moved into Kurt's space, putting his cold feet on Kurt's causing Kurt to jump slightly in alarm. He rested his head on Kurt's chest wiggling happily. “I love m kur ir cutels,” Blaine muttered as he drifted off.

Kurt froze at Blaine's words, unsure what to make of them. He gently removed Blaine from he was resting on his chest. As much as he loved the way it felt, who knew how Blaine would react if he woke up that way.

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Everything was the opposite of amazing when he woke up. It was too bright! And Kurt's dad was in his room for some reason? Why was he in his room? Was Kurt okay?

The last thing he remembered was kissing one of Kurt's friends. He was disappointed it wasn’t Kurt, but it hadn't felt bad for a girl.

Maybe that was what was wrong? Maybe he'd closed himself off to the idea of girls too soon.

Kurt didn't seem to agree when he tried to explain his possible bisexuality after talking to Kurt's friend Rachel. It hurt a lot. He was disappointing Kurt. But he had to at least open himself up to the idea. It would make his dad happy. And Rachel was bossier than Kurt. It was slightly easier to forget how much he was disappointing Kurt, when he had someone else’s demands to follow.  

Still, the next few days were pure torture knowing that he couldn't just text Kurt. It was only made worse by Rachel's constant stream of why she felt she was better than the other performers in her Glee Club. He had to bite his tongue every time she claimed she was better than Kurt at something. He finally broke when she mentioned a diva off she'd had with Kurt last year.

“That couldn't possibly be true, Rachel. Kurt could hit a high F in his sleep.”

“And how would you know that?” She demanded her arms crossed accusingly. “I thought you were straight.”

Blaine opened his mouth and closed it a few times trying to figure out what she was talking about.

Finally he confusingly admitted: “I never said I was straight.”

“Fine. 'Bisexual.'” Rachel dismissed putting air quotes around the word bisexual. “It's still rude to bring up your past conquests. I haven't mention that time I was dating 3 boys, have I?” She launched into her story as Blaine looked around the theater hoping the movie would start soon.

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Blaine walked miserably into the Lima Bean. He hadn't talked to Kurt in 3 whole days! No good morning texts or silly texts in classes they shared. No coffee together or messing around during Warbler practice. Not even their hands brushing together as they walked each other to class.

Blaine froze in alarm as suddenly someone- Rachel his mind supplied, kissed him.

Nothing.

Well except his desire to go use mouthwash and clean the hand that accidentally grazed her breasts.

“Definitely 100% gay,” he muttered to himself.

He knew he should greet her because he was technically going on dates with her. But she seemed to be distracted by something else.

He briefly asked her to save his spot in line, and headed to the bathroom.

He was gargling his mouthwash when he heard the door to the bathroom open again.

“If it was anyone but Rachel, they'd probably be pretty insulted about what you're doing.” Kurt commented lightly “As it is, she's making plans to write a song about the 'pain' of dating a gay guy.”

Blaine spit out the mouthwash with a blush. “I'm sorry I was such an idiot.”

“You're not the only person in this room who thought dating a girl could be easier.” Kurt conceded with a half smile.

Blaine tilted his head to the side in disbelief.

“Brittany, the blonde that was all over Artie at the party,” Kurt answered Blaine's unsaid question. “I thought it would help me bond better with my dad.”

Blaine looked at his hands embarrassed as he washed them. “I thought it might make my dad stop with his projects to make me straight.”

“I hope you didn't tell him about Rachel, Blaine” Kurt worried

“I didn't.” Blaine confirmed. “Rachel's better in smaller doses, I think.”

Kurt laughed quietly “Yeah. She really is.”

“She tried to convince me she would have done a better job than Ali MacGraw.” Blaine admitted shaking his head in disbelief. “Loudly. In the middle of the movie, Kurt! I refunded everyone's ticket, I felt so bad.”

“You'll learn to tune out her ego eventually.” Kurt smiled brushing a curl out of Blaine's face absently. Suddenly Blaine's words hit him. “Wait, you gave strangers money because Rachel was being loud?”

“Yeah. I tried to convince the projectionist to restart it at the point she started being too loud. But he said it would be too much effort.” Blaine explained.

“So let me get this straight, the projectionist wouldn't take your bribe. So you just gave it away to random theatergoers?” Kurt grinned, biting his lip so Blaine couldn't see him laughing.

“Of course not! I wouldn't bribe anyone. That's wrong!”

Kurt took Blaine's hand and lead him out of the bathroom, a fond amused smile cemented on his face. Blaine was just too much sometimes.

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When the strange Cheerleading Coach from McKinley said they needed to bring Sexy for regionals, Blaine knew he had some work to do.

What did sexy really even mean?

Would Adam Levine or Tom Ford be considered sexy? He might consider them attractive, but he never thought of doing any of the things his friends talked about when they used that word.

He decided a trip to the library was needed. He needed to crack the code if he wanted to sell sexy.

He'd learned his lesson about the internet very quickly after his second search lead him to straight porn. It was vulgar and he could have gone his whole life without seeing those parts of a girl. Just thinking of the incident made him shudder in disgust.

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He felt terrible after their performance in front of the girls from Crawford Country Day. He should've asked Kurt if he needed help before the performance. They could've practiced together! They should have. If only he'd thought ahead, Kurt wouldn't feel like he was completely clueless about what sexy meant.

He still thought it was a bit unfair of Kurt to dismiss penguins like that. As far a Blaine was concerned, penguins had it together. They found their soulmate and bonded! Some male bonded penguins even raised surrogate baby penguins together. There was even a kids book about it.

Regardless, They'd been at work trying to help Kurt find his sexy faces for over 20 minutes. But they all just looked the same to him. He told Kurt such.

Kurt blew up in frustration and before Blaine knew what was happening, Kurt was asking him to leave.

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Kurt probably would never speak to him again when he found out what Blaine had just done. He felt so guilty. But he had too! Kurt needed the education and if what Kurt said about watching those type of movies, Kurt wouldn't even think about finding answers on the internet again, just like him.

He was just thinking about Kurt's best interest.

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Kurt was still talking to him even after he'd been subjected to the talk from his dad. Blaine called that a victory. A huge victory he'd decided.

Kurt was...so cute recently. He didn't know what he'd do if he had to only watch from afar.

Sometimes he thought that might actually be better than the restraint he had to use to not just climb into Kurt's lap and take a nap. He settled for just leaning against Kurt's shoulder until the desire felt like too much. To make it worse, he'd never felt such a strong urge to sit on the floor at someone's feet as they read, than he did for Kurt. He'd couldn't remember the last time he felt so safe and loved from anyone but his own mother.

Not to mention he wasn't even dating Kurt. Doing something like that would probably scare him. It was obviously too intimate for the state of their relationship.

He didn't know what to do. He'd never really gotten to a point where he needed someone else to do the type of things his own mother did. Was he projecting his mom onto Kurt? Did he have some weird complex?

He really needed to hold Kurt's hand or to have Kurt kiss his forehead. He even wanted to just cuddle with him for hours at a time doing nothing else. Or kiss him for an undetermined length of time.

The last two threw him through a loop. What did it even mean? And why was he so jealous when he saw Kurt take care of Pavarotti? The adorable boy had even gotten him a Burberry-isc cage cover.  

Blaine wanted it. Not the cage cover obviously, but the desire to mean the same to Kurt. For Kurt to buy him silly little presents just because. To be important enough to Kurt to deserve his gifts.

He really needed to know what was going on. So he decided to give the internet another chance. He wasn’t sure even how to start looking for a book.

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Sadness came with the death of Pavarotti. Kurt cried and sang Blackbird so beautifully. It took all of Blaine's self control not to crawl on his hands and knees over to Kurt and do whatever Kurt needed to make his pain go away.

Thankfully Kurt finished the song and took a seat next to him before Blaine could give in.

When he could finally tear his eyes away from Kurt, he looked around and noticed the rest of the Warblers looked impressed. Maybe he could use this as an excuse to spend more time with Kurt and let Kurt take his place as the rightful soloist of the Warblers.

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At the next Warbler meeting, Blaine said his piece and Warblers agreed to let Kurt duet with him. He had every intention to let it become a solo for Kurt, but his mouth wouldn't cooperate.

He hadn't seen Kurt since, despite Kurt's attempts to find him.

He was too nervous to talk to Kurt right now. It was one thing to serenade him or get him a solo, but a duet. That was very intimate. He'd only gotten through their first duet by thinking about how he needed to be perfect for his performance.

There was absolutely no way he could hide his feeling for Kurt this time. Honestly did he even want too?

He didn't have any indication if Kurt felt the same, but he could at least try.

But first he needed to practice his confession.

And a way to steer the conversation away from his feelings if Kurt said no.

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Blaine stood in the doorway watching Kurt for a minute as he tried to get up the courage to confess his feelings.

Why couldn't he have made his speech simple? Maybe an “I really like you, will you be my boyfriend” instead of Kurt moving him.

At least he'd convinced himself not to tell Kurt how he lived to follow Kurt's every commands and fall at his feet whenever Kurt wished. How he loved when Kurt absently fixed his hair or when they cooked together and Kurt complimented him for the simplest things. How he secretly wanted Kurt to punish him like he’d seen in a magazine Cooper sent to him trying to screw with him.

Kurt would probably be confused if he told him about the instincts that Kurt invoked in him. And Kurt would certainly be horrified if he told him about the last one.

Kurt wouldn’t understand it. He’d never really seen anyone else with that aspect in their relationship. In fact, most fought if there was even a chance one of them dared to order the other around.

Blaine took a deep breath.