Author's Note: Woohoo! Finally posting my first fic! I'm not a very good writer, but I figure someone will enjoy this (: Anyway, thanks to everyone that gave some interest in reading it (Boys, Panties, Saan, etc. etc.) So please, enjoy~ This chapter is a bit short, but they get longer 3

- Raver

"It was ridiculous." Blaine groaned, sliding into the chair at the usual table in the Lima Bean. "They told me I wasn't what they were looking for. And you know what? I went back the day I was auditioning for. There was some tween girl singing Pink. Pink, for heavens sake!"

Kurt giggled, stirring his coffee. "Well I do have to admit, as accepting as California is, I'm positive the God-Happy population would approve more of the traditional female arrangement."

Blaine simply shrugged, pouting. "It's still absurd. I can usually sing better than most girls that try! Not to be harsh or anything but I really… "

Resting his head against his hand, Kurt smiled, rolling his eyes. It was cute, seeing Blaine get worked up over something as simple as a summer job. It's not as if he needed the money, Kurt was aware of the immensity that was his boyfriend's bank account. He wasn't surprised when he had often offered to take Kurt to a theater, or an extravagant restaurant. (Always - well usually- denying. There's nothing like treating yourself to your boyfriend's gifts once in a while.) And he did go to Dalton after all, which was known for it's affluent students and extensive campus.

It did get a little… strenuous after awhile. The fact that Blaine could go out and blow his load (Oh ha ha, very funny) on Kurt like it was nothing really got under his skin. He'd always smile and thank him, occasionally giving him a quick peck, but when he'd look into his boyfriend's eyes, he could see Blaine thinking. So what did you do for me? What do I get in return? You do love me right?

It was all a giant guilt trip to Kurt. He always felt he had to try so hard just to please him. Even though Blaine had agreed to Kurt suggesting they wait to… do things… until Kurt was ready, he felt that it had been a reluctant promise. So instead, Kurt would change himself. Since Blaine wasn't one to stand out, Kurt toned his fashion sense down. He began wearing more monotone clothing, and switching out his knee length sweaters for button up shirts and simple vests. He may not enjoy being held back, but that's what you're supposed to do when you're in love, right? Sacrifice things. It would help them accept each other better, without completely changing them, right?

At any rate, Kurt had plenty to do while Blaine was away, visiting family in California. He had spent most of his days out of his house, though was perfectly fine staying in all day as well. There were marathon shopping sprees with Mercedes at the mall, sleepovers with the girls, all-night Guitar Hero with Finn (who he absolutely destroyed), and the less exciting days, where he happily tucked himself in the local library, reading anything from Jane Austin to Suzanne Collins.

However, there was another thing. Something he had purposely left out when Blaine had called on a weekly basis, asking for updates on everything and anything going on in Lima.

He had been talking to David Karofsky.

It wasn't bad, though. He liked the fact that Dave was slowly changing. Not changing his personality, but sheathing the shallow asshole of a shell that was "Karofsky". It was slowly becoming clearer that, in fact, Dave was a nice person.

Kurt had contacted him about a month into summer. He could tell Dave was awkward about their whole "budding-friendship", but it was a start.

He'd never asked him to hang out, no. They were actually planning a PFFLAG.

Dave was surprised when Kurt had brought it up when he first called. At the time Kurt had mentioned it, he was convinced it was just something Kurt had just said to convince him to come out.

Kurt had laughed at that, grabbing a notebook to begin going over ideas, to Dave's displeasure. They did, however, manage to actually get something done over those few phone calls. It was then when Kurt decided they needed to actually see each other. (Okay, maybe it had to do with the fact that his father was suspicious about who he was calling for hours on end.)

Fortunately, Kurt's house was relatively empty during the summer. Only when Carole came home from her job did the house start up. And that wasn't until late afternoon. So Kurt asked Dave to come over.

The doorbell had rung around half an hour later, to which Kurt jumped off the couch to. Smoothing out his shirt before he opened the door, Kurt was incredibly tense. It would be the first time they've seen each other since prom. Kurt shook his head, opening the door.

He wasn't surprised that Dave had a mirror-image of himself as he swung the door open.

After the first few moments of awkward greetings and Kurt showing Dave to the living room, they had begun talking.

It was all PFFLAG. Nothing else.

But to Kurt, it was a leap forward. The fact that they had sat next to each other, let alone sat in the same room without any sign of conflict was an achievement. To Dave and him both.

"… and we almost lost our luggage on the way back. God, these airlines these days are so unorganized!"

Kurt sat up, letting his arm fall to the other side of his cup. He let his grin widen.

"Blaine Warbler Anderson, this is what you get for abandoning me."

"Oh?" Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"I mean really. I was forced to go with Mercedes and Tina to the mall three times last week." He sighed dramatically, tilting his head back and wiping his forehead. "It was absolutely dreadful."

His boyfriend laughed, sticking his napkin in his now empty cup. "This is why I love you."

Kurt simply smiled. He loved his boyfriend too. He could get a little egotistical, but then again, so does everyone every once in a while.

His first boyfriend. His life was absolutely perfect.

Then… why was something telling him something was wrong?