Just a one based off of the song "Sleazy Bed Truck by the Bluetones. It's a beautiful song! Listen to it!

BTW: Slight AU that they are both juniors, because I'm an amateur author and I can do that shit. Now, shift your eyeballs downward….

Kurt and Blaine had gotten to the point where they began to act a bit domestic. Blaine had some shampoo of his in Kurt's shower; Kurt had some of his face lotion on Blaine's bathroom counter top. They would cook each other dinner when the other was having a bad day. They might as well have been married. However, they were still in high school. With them both about to graduate high school in a year, they were beginning to think about their futures. They both agreed that New York was the place. Blaine could get started on his music career, and Kurt with his fashion. They were already looking at colleges they both could easily get into and be happy with.

Kurt and Blaine were sitting in Blaine's room discussing the newest set list for New Directions.

"It's just so stupid!" Blaine exclaimed.

Kurt sighed into smile. "I know Blaine…"

"Does Mr. Shue not know that I am the queen of Katy Perry?" He asked.

"King." Kurt said.

"What?"

Kurt grinned. ''Nothing, never mind."

"Anyway! It's just not okay." Blaine pouted, then crossing his muscular arms.

Kurt stood from his seat on Blaine's bed. "All of your complaining is giving me a headache. Do you have any Advil?"

"Yes, in my medicine cabinet, top shelf I believe." Blaine said pointing to the door in his room that led to the bathroom.

"Thank you sir." Kurt said walking to the door.

Kurt flicked on the light switch to be greeted by Blaine's maroon and yellow bathroom.

Kurt smiled a bit when he saw a picture of a yellow bird hanging above his towel rack. Once a Warbler, always a Warbler. It said it intricate hand writing.

Kurt reached up to the medicine cabinet, and lifted the Advil off of the shelf; he jumped slightly when an orange bottle fell from the shelf.

Kurt reached down to the floor and picked up the bottle, reading the prescription name: BLAINE ANDERSON.

A bottle labeled Tricyclics. An anti-depressant.

Kurt stormed out of Blaine's bathroom and threw the bottle at Blaine's feet.

"Blaine," Kurt said looking at his boyfriend.

"Yes?" Blaine said avoiding his eyes.

"Who's fucking pills are these?" he asked. Of course with Blaine's name printed on the bottle he knew. But he just needed to hear it.

Blaine sighed and looked at Kurt with sad eyes. "They're mine."