Dear Kurt,

I don't intend for this to sound rude, but I like you better now that you're at Dalton. So please, stay there, because you're really the only friend I've got at this point. Speaking of which, I need to see my good friend Kurt very soon! I know you want to tell me about Blaine, and... well, I'm sure you could help me with the Finn situation. How's Breadsticks on Friday night sound? I'm buying!

Warm regards,

Rachel

Rachel-

I'd love to see you too. And yes, I'm full of dishy Blaine stories and good advice on my brother. I can pencil you in at seven, I think. But don't tell Finn, I don't want him to be mad. Let's agree to keep our lips sealed, k Berry?

-Kurt

Kurt quickly left Warbler practice Friday night to change before meeting Rachel at Breadsticks. He strolled down the hallway checking his phone, not realizing that a handsome boy was running to keep up with him.

"Where could you be going in such a hurry?" Blaine finally reached his boyfriend and put his arm around Kurt's waist, pulling him close. "You don't have a hot date, do you?"

Kurt laughed. "Well now that you've caught me I can't get away with it, can I?" A peculiar look spread across Blaine's face. "I'm kidding. It's just dinner with Rachel."

"Oh, I see. Can your lovely boyfriend tag along?"

"No!" Kurt laughed nervously, his cheeks turning a deep scarlet. I would never let Blaine hear what we're gonna talk about. Not for all the Gucci suits in the world. "What- what I mean is, it's supposed to be girls night. And my brother just broke up with Rachel. I don't want to rub it in. Much."

"Oh." Blaine looked upset, but he understood. "That's okay then. Are we still on for tomorrow night?"

"Of course!"

"Great. I'll see you tomorrow then, Kurt." Blaine smiled and turned to kiss him good bye. He wrapped his other arm around Kurt, with both hands now resting on his boyfriend's perfect little uniform-clad ass. Their eyes locked, then slowly shut as both leaned toward one another. Kurt felt his soft lips make contact with Blaine's, which parted enough for Kurt's lower one to slide between Blaine's teeth. He sucked and nibbled at Kurt's now swollen lip, feeling Kurt's warm response as his pale fingers ran through the perfectly styled mass of black curls on Blaine's head.

The two lovebirds didn't pull apart until the footsteps of their fellow Warblers could be heard thumping through the hall. They hastily separated, slightly embarrassed, while Blaine mumbled that they should say good-bye in that fashion more often. Kurt laughed, giving his boyfriend one last peck on the cheek before going to his dorm room.