A/N: Hurray for new story posting! This story is set in Kurt's 9th grade year and Blaine's 8th grade year. At this point, they have been friends for one year.

-Blaine's POV-

It's the first day of school. I'm super excited for my first day of being the highest grade, but I'm going to miss show choir without Kurt. I wonder if he's excited for high school. I should call him. I dialed his number and waited until his dad picked up.

"Hummel residence." He mumbled.

"Hey Mr. Hummel, is Kurt there?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure. Hang on." He replied.

"Hey Blaine!" Kurt piped into the phone.

"Hey, I was wondering if you were excited for today." I said.

"That's a silly question, of course I am. Are you excited to be the top of the school?" He said.

"Yeah, course. I'll be lonely in show choir though." I said.

He brushed it off. "You'll be fine, besides I'll be just as lonely without you also." He teased.

I smiled. "Yeah, we'll be all right." I said.
"Courage." He said, and hung up.

-Kurt's POV-

Of course I'll miss Blaine. We've become best friends in the past year. He made my 8th grade year bearable. Sometimes I even think I'm in love with him, even though I don't know his sexuality. But come on, it's my first day as a freshman at McKinley! I'm too excited to be worrying about something I can't control.

The bus came earlier than expected, and I ran to catch it. I saw Blaine walking to school, and I waved at him as I met the bus. He waved back; his face unreadable. He looked ecstatic at first glance, but there was something else under it. He was feeling sorrow. I wanted to ask him what's wrong, but the bus started speeding towards McKinley. High school here I come.

-Blaine's POV-

It's already lunchtime. It's pretty awesome being the biggest bully on the playground around here, but something is missing. I don't feel quite complete. Oh well, I'll figure it out some other time.

Periods 5, 6, and 7 went by fast. The teachers just babbled about forms and things that needed to be signed. The first day is always a joke; I should have seen this coming. Before I knew it, I was walking back home. I saw Kurt getting off at his bus stop, and a grin broke out on my face. I ran to meet him. It was a hard thing to do with my backpack weighing me down from all the useless forms.

"Kurt! Hey, wait up!" I tried to yell.

I guess he didn't hear me, because he didn't look back. He walked up to his house and straight into it. My smile fell. I just wanted to ask him how his day was. I guess I'll text him later.

When I got home, my dad was drunk in the backyard. I sighed and started forging his signature on the forms. He didn't come inside all night. I didn't care that much.

It was 10:00 pm by the time I felt like getting ready for bed. I still hadn't texted Kurt yet. I wanted to, but the fact that he hadn't texted me either was bothersome. It's like we were holding out on each other. Didn't he say we would be okay? Screw it, I'll call him.

I hummed to myself while the dial rang.

"Hello?" Kurt whispered into the phone.

"Hey, it's me. I wanted to ask how your first day of high school was." I said.

"Blaine, it's past ten. Why didn't you just call earlier?" He said.

"Well, I called after you when you got off your bus this afternoon, but you didn't hear me. And I thought—" I paused. I didn't want him to know that I thought he was ignoring me. "I thought I ought to have completed my forms before calling." I finished.

"Oh…" He said. "Well it was great, how was your first day?" He continued.

I told him about my day.

-Kurt's POV-

I should have called him earlier. I didn't want to ignore him, but I thought he was ignoring me. I'm so glad he decided to talk to me. Everything about him is so darn cute, from the way he says hi to the way he waved at me this morning.

He finished rambling about his day, and we were sitting in silence. Then he spoke.

"I'm sorry if this sounds pushy. I really missed you today." There go the butterflies. "Jeez Blaine, I missed you too. Don't go getting all needy on me." I joked. He didn't say anything after that, so I continued: "Why don't you come over after school tomorrow? I'll wait for you at my bus stop, and we can walk to my house together."
"Sure, that sounds all right. See you then. Good night, Kurt." He replied. I love it when he says my name.

"Good night." I said.

~The Next Day~

School was a breeze. I'm so ready for glee club auditions next week; Rachel promised she would audition with me. She'll get in for sure. I hope I do, Blaine tells me I sing great all the time, but he's my best friend. He's supposed to say that. Oh look, there he is.

"Hey!" He yelled from a block away.

I held my hand up to show him I saw him. It took him a few minutes to make it over here. Is he strutting? I bet he got some girl's phone number. Just the thought of it made my heart sink.

"Hey, you ready?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm good. Do you mind if I stay over tonight?" He asked.

I looked at him funny. "You mean like sleep over?" I questioned. It was a school night, after all.

He looked around as if someone was standing right next to us, listening in. "Like spend the night. Can I?" He asked again.

"Sure, I bet my dad won't mind." I said.

As it turns out, he did mind.

"Absolutely not, Kurt! You have to get up early in the morning to pick out your outfits, don't you?" My dad said. I blushed. I didn't want Blaine to know my morning routines.

"Well yeah, but he and I won't have time to hang out this year. I'm trying to keep my best friend." I argued. Blaine stood awkwardly in the doorway.

"He can spend the night this weekend, all right? Not on a school night. He's still more than welcome to stay for the afternoon today." Dad said.

"I won't have time this weekend!" I whined.

"Keep it up, Kurt, or he won't be able to stay today either." He said, as if it were final.

I rolled my eyes and told Blaine to follow me.

We went up to my room and set our stuff down, then sat on my bed.

"So are there any girls you like at McKinley?" Blaine asked.

I blushed again. He didn't know I was gay. I always tried as hard as I could to keep it from him.

"You know I like Rachel already." I said.

He laughed and said, "But she's a handful. Why would you want to date her? I mean, if she wore some decent clothing she'd be hot. That's something."

"Hey now, regardless of whether or not she's my girlfriend, she's still my friend. But you're right about her wardrobe. I wish she would let me take her shopping." Wow. Way to go, Hummel. That wasn't gay at all. It's weird, really. Blaine is the only person who I've ever tried to keep who I am from. Even my dad knows.

Blaine blushed. Whoa, he blushed? About what?

"Don't tell anyone, but I like shopping too." He whispered.

I laughed and laid back on my pillow, my hand "accidently" falling on his. "Cross my heart." I said.

He looked at our hands. Well, he looked at my hand on his. For a moment he looked like he was going to take mine in his, but then his face turned from hopeful to disgust. He pulled his hand away sharply. There was tension in the air.

"Yeah, so I like this girl Tina." He said in the manliest voice he could muster up.

I took in a breath. It was time to see which team he played for. "You should call her and have her come over. I dare you to kiss her when she gets here." I said.

He smiled. "If that's a legitimate dare, you're on." He pulled out his phone and called her.

"Hey Tina, this is Blaine. Do you know Kurt Hummel? Yeah? I'm at his place right now, d'you want to come over?" He paused. "Cool, see you in a minute." He hung up and looked at me with a grin slowly unfolding on his face. "She said she'll be right over."

I must have turned ghostly pale, because he snapped from acting macho to looking concerned. "Kurt, are you all right? You look like you're going to be sick." I felt like I was going to be sick. I just talked the guy I might be in love with into inviting his crush over here and kissing her in front of me.

There was a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" I managed to squeak.

I ran downstairs and swung the door open. "Hey Tina, long time no see." I said.

She smiled at me and looked over my shoulder. "Nice to see you too, Blaine's here, right?" She asked.

"Yeah, he's upstairs. I'll get him. You wait here." I said.

I walked upstairs and told him it was time. His face went back into that stupid masculine grin. He followed me back downstairs.

-Blaine's POV-

All right, time to get it together. If I kiss Tina, it might impress Kurt. If it doesn't, I'll find some other way to keep him from ignoring me. He doesn't act like he does, though. The way his hand fell on mine a few minutes ago, it wasn't an accident. I think he meant to do that. That's a little weird, considering he's straight. Isn't he?

I followed Kurt downstairs and saw Tina. She was okay-looking, so I might as well kiss her. She bounced up and down when she saw me. "Hi!" She squealed. Oh god, what am I getting myself into? Whatever, here goes nothing.

I walked over to her, put my hands on her waist, and kissed her.

She took it completely by surprise, as expected. But then she put her hands on my shoulders and kissed me back. That took me by surprise. I pulled away.

"Um, wow. Thanks, I guess? You're a good kisser." She said.

"Uh, yeah. No problem. Thanks, Tina." I looked around to see if Kurt was still here. He wasn't in the room. Great, so I just did that for nothing? Yeah, yeah I did it for his attention, is that so wrong?

I forgot Tina was still there. "So, was that all you needed me for? 'Cause I can go…" She trailed off.

I didn't want to be an ass, but I really wanted her to go. "Yeah, sorry Tina. We can talk about this tomorrow. I need to find Kurt." I said.

She smiled at me like she understood. "You really should, he looked like he was going to be sick." She left.

I turned around and walked towards the stairs slowly. I heard someone crying.

"Kurt?" I called up. A door slammed. Was he mad at me? What the heck did I do to him? If anything, I should be pissed at him. He got me into this. I'm probably going to start dating Tina now. But would that be so bad? I sighed. I guess I'll wait down here until he wants to talk.