It was about two weeks into summer break and Blaine and Kurt were going strong as ever. They spent just about every single summer day together, and today was no exception. Today—which was Thursday—they planned to go out for a day of shopping and perhaps a movie.

Blaine dropped by earlier than expected, so Kurt was forced to invited him inside while he got ready to leave. "I have a very extensive early morning routine," he explained to his boyfriend as they retreated to his bedroom.

All he really had left to do was finish his hair and morning moisturizing routine. He sat on the loveseat in front of the mirror, watching in the reflection while Blaine went through the clothes in his closet with boredom.

"I have to admit, Kurt, you have some really strange outfits it here," he commented, stopping every so often to examine any particularly peculiar clothing article hanging on the rack. "What the heck is this?" He stopped and held out Kurt's platinum silver Lady Gaga styled suit.

"Oh, that my Gaga outfit," Kurt answered casually. "We had a Gaga themed week in Glee Club once."

Blaine nodded in understanding, but then said, "Who's 'Gaga?'"

Kurt whirled around to stare at Blaine incredulously. "What? 'Who's Gaga?' Please tell me you're joking, Blaine," he said seriously. "Lady Gaga is only the Goddess of Pop. The Queen of Theatricality. The mas—"

"I was kidding!" Blaine interrupted him, holding up his hands. "Of course I know who Lady Gaga is. Calm down." He smiled slightly in amusement.

Kurt sighed with relief. "Don't ever joke around about something as serious as Lady Gaga," he warned. "I thought we were about to have some real problems there." He turned back to the mirror.

Blaine chuckled to himself. "Really, though, who doesn't know who Lady Gaga is? I'd think it would be impossible, as long as you don't live under a rock."

"I should hope so."

Blaine hung the Gaga costume back up on the rack and strolled out of the closest to stand behind Kurt. "I don't see why you're even bothering with that," he said softly, leaning down to bring his arms around Kurt's shoulders and kissing his left temple. He whispered, "You look perfect to me."

Kurt felt his face grow hot in a blush and he smiled faintly. "Well, aren't we smooth with the words?" he teased lightly, trying to cover up his embarrassment.

Blaine laughed quietly. "I try." He tilted Kurt's head slightly sideways to kiss him again, this time on the lips. "Does it work?"

Kurt smirked slyly and kissed Blaine back, longer and more forcefully, caressing the back of his neck. When they broke apart, Kurt breathed, "What do you think?"

Blaine said nothing and simply kissed Kurt again, passionately, bringing one arm around Kurt's waist. His mouth was very warm, with the slightest taste of coffee on his lips.

It sure did beat Brittany's claim that most guys' lips tasted like either dip or burgers, that was for sure.

This particular kiss lasted pleasantly long. Kurt closed his eyes, savoring it, leaning back and drawing his arms around the back of Blaine's neck.

At the doorway suddenly came Finn's voice: "Hey, Kurt! Mom wants to know if-holy crap!" He broke off midsentence with a choking splutter.

They broke the kiss simultaneously and turned to face the door. Finn stood there, his face pale white. "Err—ah. Hah…I'll just, um…I'll just come back later…" he stammered awkwardly, backing away and disappearing from the doorway.

"Ack! Finn, hold on!" Kurt protested, sitting up. Blaine stood and moved across the room to sit at the corner of Kurt's bed. Finn reappeared at the door hesitantly, peering into the room carefully.

Blaine smiled sheepishly at Finn. "Sorry about that, Finn," he apologized innocently.

"Erm, its fine. Just…close the door next time," Finn advised, sending a look at Kurt.

"Sure, whatever," Kurt said dismissively. "Anyways, what did mom want?"

"Um…Oh, yeah. She said she's got a promotion interview today and she's wondering if you would like to help her pick out some clothes."

Kurt perked up. "Of course I would! And I've already got the perfect look in mind." He stood and bolted for the door. "I'll be back in a minute, Blaine!"

…

Once Kurt was finally all ready to go, he and Blaine stopped by the Lima Bean for their morning coffee. No doubt that Blaine had already stopped by here earlier, but hey—the boy liked coffee.

They walked hand-in-hand inside the homey little coffee shop and took their place in line. They were discussing where exactly they should stop on their window-shopping spree for today. Or, more, Kurt was deciding where to go while Blaine just agreed.

The warmth of Blaine's hand suddenly vanished from Kurt's. He glanced at Blaine in confusion when a very familiar blonde approached them.

"Ah, Jeremiah," Blaine greeted quickly.

Jeremiah smiled. "Hey, Blaine! Long time no see, huh?" he greeted. "Fancy meeting you here."

"Yeah, um. Hey," Blaine stammered. "It's good to see you again."

Kurt frowned. Oh, fantastic. It's Jeremiah. Not really a person he enjoyed seeing, that was for sure.

"Here for coffee?" Jeremiah guessed.

Why else would we be here at the Lima Bean? Kurt thought to himself. He kept his mouth shut, though.

"Oh course," Blaine said. "This place is my favorite when I'm in need of caffeine."

"Oh, cool. I just applied for a job here, actually," Jeremiah said. He crossed his fingers. "I think they liked me."

"That's awesome!" Blaine said. "Good luck! I hope you get the job," he said encouragingly.

"Thanks. I really need the money," he said. "It won't pay as much as the Gap…But it'll do."

Blaine frowned with a wince. "Err. Yeah. I'm really sorry about what happened earlier this year," he apologized uncomfortably, dropping his hazel eyes to the ground. "I didn't mean to make you lose your job or anything…"

Jeremiah smiled lightly. "Don't worry about it," he assured. "It wasn't really your fault… My boss was a raging homophobic jerk. The instant that he suspected I might be gay, he fired me."

"Oh," Blaine mumbled. "And he works at the Gap? That's a pretty awful job choice for someone like that."

"I know," Jeremiah agreed. "Don't worry. It's only a matter of time before he loses his job. He gets tons of complaints!" He laughed.

Blaine managed a smile. "Good."

"And you know what? I'm happy I'm out of there," Jeremiah went on. "I've finally been able to accept myself and surround myself with positive people. I'm out of the closet, and it's actually thanks to you, in a way."

Blaine's smile widened a little. "Really?" He looked very flattered.

"And not just because of your show choir, either," he said. "Seeing how open you were about your sexuality really helped me with coming to terms with my own. So…I guess I really owe you for that."

This was getting really sappy. Kurt decided to intervene. Before Blaine could respond, he interrupted, "While that's all so very fine and dandy, Blaine, I think we should really get going." He pointed to his wristwatch. "The mall closes at 9."

"Oh, yeah," Blaine said with a start. "Sorry, Jeremiah—we've got to go."

"No worries," Jeremiah said. "I've got a lot to do today, anyways. But it was nice talking to you again."

"It was nice talking with you, too," Blaine concurred.

"We should try to keep in touch," Jeremiah suggested. "Is your number still the same?"

"Yep, same as always."

"Great! I'll try to text you later, then," Jeremiah told him. "I'll see you later." He waved and exited out the front doors.

Could that have gone any worse? Kurt frowned, crossed his arms, and sent a look at Blaine.

"What?" Blaine said self-consciously.

"What was that all about?" he demanded.

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? You and Jeremiah, that's was I mean!" he said strongly. "That little chat was a little too intimate for my liking."

"Intimate?" Blaine echoed. "I don't know what you're talking about, Kurt. We were just talking."

Okay, maybe intimate was too strong of a word. But he knew he didn't imagine the electricity in the air when the two of them were 'talking.' "Okay, then tell me; Why did you let go of my hand when you saw Jeremiah?"

"I did?" Blaine questioned. "I didn't even realize. But what does that even have to do with Jeremiah?"

Was he really that oblivious? Or was he faking it to seem sincere? Kurt sighed heavily, deciding to just be blunt with it. "Do you still have any feelings for Jeremiah?"

That seemed to click. "What? No! Of course not," Blaine said instantly. "Why would you even think that?"

"Why wouldn't I think that?" Kurt challenged. "All things considered, Blaine, I can't help but worry."

"There's nothing to worry about," Blaine insisted. "Jeremiah and I aren't strangers, remember? It's only natural that we'd act like friends. But that is all we are—friends. Nothing more." He turned to Kurt, taking his hands into his own, and met his blue eyes with sincerity. "Trust me. There's nobody else I want to be with except for you."

Kurt hesitated before allowing himself to relax. He could see that Blaine was being honest. "Okay," he sighed. "I believe you. And I'm sorry for snapping."

Blaine smiled. "And I'm sorry if I acted suspicious," he said evenly.

The two of them hugged it out, but the pit of apprehension was still there in Kurt's chest. He feared that this 'thing' with Jeremiah wasn't over yet. Just the opposite—it was only just beginning.