After leaving the coffee shop, Blaine walked along the sidewalks of New York until he came to the nearest subway station. He quickly shuffled down the stairs and onto the train platform where a multitude of others were already there waiting. He waited a moment before they heard the sounds of the train on the tracks and gathered closer to the edge of the platform. The train sped by and stopped, before opening it's doors and allowing people to pile on. Blaine practically raced forward, pushing his way to the front so he was able to grab a seat. He knew exactly how long it took for that train to get cluttered. It royally sucked when he had to stand all the way to work. Luckily for Blaine, he grabbed a seat and let out a sigh.

Sitting on the chair, he pulled his ipod out of his bag and plugged in his headphone, hoping to drown out the sounds of subway. He sat on the train for about ten minutes before it reached his stop and Blaine got off. He walked back up the stairs to the streets of New York, before crossing the street to Archer Elementary School. He opened the front door and walked down the cluttered hallways decorated with the children's art projects. He came to a classroom and smiled. On the door, "Mr. Anderson" was written in large gold sparkly glitter-coated bubble letters. They kids had helped with that one. It had been a good art project and an opportunity to learn their letters. He went inside of the classroom and sat his things down on his desk, before glancing at the clock. It was almost 8:30 a.m, so he knew the kids would be coming soon enough.

Taking a seat at his desk, Blaine pulled his phone from his pocket and sent a text to Kurt.

To Kurt: Did you get to work alright?

He waited a moment, but didn't get a reply. Just as he was about to send another text, the door to his classroom opened and little feet started tramping into the classroom. "Hey guys!" Blaine said excitedly.

"Hi Mr. Anderson!" came a chorus of little voices. They all took off their coats and hung them on their individual coat hooks and set their backpacks underneath, before heading to their seats.

"So, how are we today guys?" Blaine asked, clapping his hands together.

"Good!" the kids chorused back.

"Okay, so today we're going to a do a very fun project." Blaine began. " Does anyone remember what book we read on Friday?" he asked them.

"Lily." Blaine said, pointing to the blonde little girl in the first row who was raising her hand.

"We readed about turtles." Lily told him, a smile on her face.

"That's right!" Blaine replied. "The book was about turtles. But we didn't readed the book...we read the book right."

"Oh yeah, I forgetted the right word." Lily added and Blaine just smiled and rolled his eyes. He could only do so much. They were only kindergartners after all.

"Anyway, today we are going to make our very own turtles." Blaine said and the kids began to cheer and clap their little hands. "So, let's get started!" he added, hurrying to the closet to get the materials.

Not to far across town, Kurt had just arrived at Vogue, a smile still plastered across his face. "You're late." came a voice from Jenny the secretary.

"I'm not if Isabelle doesn't catch me." Kurt replied, hurrying to the room where he kept his things. (Interns don't get offices.) He grabbed the papers Isabelle would need for the day and the hurried into her office.

"You're late." Isabelle said, not bothering to look up from her desk.

"I know." Kurt finally apologized. "I am really sorry Isabelle. It won't happen again."

"It better not." Isabelle said in her serious voice, before completely cracking up. "God, I can't do that. The serious voice just doesn't work for me. Come on spill. Why are you late?" she asked.

"Being my clumsy oblivious self, I walked into a guy and spilled coffee all over him." Kurt groaned. "But... I gave him my number, so I could get his shirt dry-cleaned...and he asked me out." he added quietly.

"What?" Isabelle squealed. "How do you get this lucky? If I spill coffee on someone all I get is them yelling at me. But you! You get a date. Is he hot?" she asked.

"Gorgeous." Kurt replied.

"What does Blaine think about this?" Isabelle asked, a smirk on face.

"Nothing. Why does this even concern Blaine?" Kurt asked and Isabelle just continued to smirk. "We are just friends!" Kurt exclaimed. "We've been best friends since kindergarten and that's all we are. Friends. Blaine doesn't think of me in that way and I don't think of him in that way." he told Isabelle...and himself as well.

"Okay! Don't explode" She replied, her hands up in the air to show her surrender. "Let's just get to work."

"Good." Kurt replied, taking a seat next to his boss and taking a deep breath.

The day passed and soon it was time to head home for Blaine. The kids had done a great job making their turtles and there had only been one jar of paint that got spilled. That was an accomplishment itself. As he was packing up his stuff, he glanced at his phone and saw that Kurt had texted him back.

To Blaine: yeah, I was a little late, but it's fine.

Not wanting to have a whole conversation over text message, Blaine went to his contacts and hit Kurt's name. The phone rang until Blaine heard, "Hello?" on the other side of the phone.

"Hey," Blaine replied.

"So, how did making turtles go?" Kurt asked with a laugh.

"It went great. The kids really liked it." Blaine replied. "But, anyway, do you want to grab some dinner tonight? Like chinese? We could watch a movie."

"I- actually have a date tonight.' Kurt replied and Blaine felt his heart drop and he faded out. Blaine had always had these feelings for Kurt. Yes, he was his best friend and they could tell one another anything, but there was something more...something he never told Kurt about. Blaine had known from the moment they met that Kurt was special...

Years ago…

It was the first day of Kindergarten and Blaine was petrified. He was clinging to his mother's leg, digging his tiny little fingernails into her skin. "Blainey, honey it's going to be fine." she coaxed. "You're going to make a ton of new friends and have so much fun." Still, Blaine clung to his mother and practically trembled.

"Hi!" The teacher said coming over to him and kneeling down to get on his level. "I'm Miss Katie. What's your name?" she asked.

"B-Blaine." He said quietly, his lip quivering as he tried not cry.

"Well Blaine, do you want to come and play? We have so many toys and lots of kids for you to play with." Miss Katie asked and Blaine frantically shook his head no, clinging even more to his mother's leg. Pamela Anderson looked at the clock and then pried her son's fingers from her leg.

"Blainey, mommy has to go to work." she told him. "I need you to be a big boy and go play. I promise it's going to be great and that you're going to have so much fun. And, I'll pick you up at the end of the day. Okay?"

"Mommy, don't go!" Blaine cried, rushing into his mother's arms, the dam finally breaking, tears spilling down his cheeks. Pamela hugged her son as he cried and sighed. She knew he would stop crying as soon as she left. Blaine was normally a pretty social kid and didn't normally act like this. She gave him one last kiss and then forced him off of her.

"I love you." She said, before leaving him with Miss Katie. As Blaine watched his mother leave, he just sobbed.

"Shh, it's okay." Miss Katie said. "Here, let's come over here and play." she added, leading him over to an area filled with tons of blocks. She tried to reason with him, but Blaine just sat and cried. Miss Katie stayed with him for a while, but then two kids started fighting over a toy and she rushed to break it up. So, Blaine was alone. He curled in on himself and continued to cry. His mom was wrong. This wasn't fun at all. Suddenly, he felt someone tap his shoulder and flinched.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." the boy said. "I just want to see if you were okay? You're crying."

"I want my mommy." Blaine replied softly. "I don't like it here."

"Yeah, I want mine too, but they'll be back." The boy replied. "I'll be right back." he said before running over to his backpack. Blaine watched as the boy pulled something brown and fluffy out of his backpack before coming over. "Here." he said extending a tiny teddy bear towards him. "My mommy gave him to me so I would have a friend at school. But, I don't need him. I have a friend." the boy replied. "He can be your friend."

"Thanks." Blaine replied, hugging the bear.

"You know...I can be your friend too." the boy replied. "I'm Kurt."

"I'm Blaine." Blaine replied, reaching up to wipe his teary eyes with his sleeve, still clutching the bear in his other arm.

"Do you want to play blocks?" Kurt asked and Blaine nodded. Practically all day they sat and played together. Even at recess, Kurt took Blaine's hand and led him to the playground where they climbed on the jungle gym together. And at the end of the day, there wasn't a tear in sight. When Pamela came back, she was met with an arm full of her tiny son.

"Hi baby!" she exclaimed, hugging him. "Did you have a good day?"

"Yes!" Blaine replied, hugging the bear. "Mommy, I made a friend. His name is Kurt. He's my best friend." he informed her.

"See I told you would have fun." Pamela replied, setting her son back on the ground and taking his hand. "Now, let's go home and tell Cooper and Daddy about your day." Blaine nodded with a smile and followed his mother. He couldn't wait to come to school the next day. He couldn't wait to play with his best friend.

"Blaine! Earth to Blaine!" the teacher heard through the phone and snapped out of his own head.

"Sorry." Blaine apologized. "I zoned out by accident. What were you saying?"

"I was saying that I have a date tonight with the guy I spilled coffee on this morning. But, we can hang out after. I'll bring ice cream." Kurt said. "If it's a bad date, you have to pig out with me as I eat my feelings. And if it's good...it's ice cream. There's no reason not to eat ice cream."

"Okay, sounds good." Blaine replied. "I'll see you tonight." he added before hanging up the phone. Blaine let out a sigh and then collected his things. He slipped on his coat and then made his way outside and walked to the subway station. Once there, he got on a train and made his way home. He walked to his apartment building and trekked up the four flights of stairs to get to his apartment. He got to his door and then unlocked it before heading inside. Blaine set his bag by the door and then went to his bedroom and changed into some sweatpants and a comfy t-shirt. Kurt would judge...well, he would but whatever. Blaine didn't care. He ordered himself a pizza and happily at two slice of it before settling in on the couch.

Around ten o'clock, there was a knock at his apartment door. He walked over and opened to reveal Kurt with cartons of ice cream. "Okay, is this good ice cream or bad ice cream?" he asked. "Because if we're eating your feeling, I still have like more than a half of pizza leftover." he added with a laugh.

"This is good ice cream!" Kurt replied with a smile as he walked into Blaine's apartment. "He's so nice! And funny! He works on Wall Street and makes a ton of money. His name is Alex." he rambled.

"Okay, slow down." Blaine replied. "Let's just get set up and then you can tell me all about." he added with a fake enthusiastic tone in his voice. Blaine grabbed two spoons and then they sat down on his couch together after popping in a movie. Kurt rambled on and on about this Alex guy and Blaine tried to be supportive. Something about this guy just didn't feel right though. He was just too perfect and Blaine was suspicious...or jealous; Either one applied.

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