Blaine sat in front of his shiny sliver apple laptop,he tapped the keys lightly as he thought. He needed a idea for his new book. But Blaine Anderson-Hummel was experiencing the worst thing that could happen to a writer.

Writers block.

He stared at the blank document that he had opened 10 minutes ago. He mentally cursed himself out for not having any type of idea in his head. There was a soft knock at his door.

"Come in,"He muttered unhappily. The door opened and his husband of three years Kurt walked in,he sat on the side of Blaine's desk like Fran Fine sat on Maxwell's desk. Blaine looked his husband up and down. He hadn't changed much since high school,he still dressed like a runway model and he still had his porcelain complexion.

"How's the writing coming along?"Kurt asked crossing his legs.

"It's not."Blaine sighed,he closed his laptop."I have an awful case of writers block."he whined throwing his head back causing it to hit his chair."Ow."Blaine picked his head up.

"Drama queen,"Kurt sang playfully grinning. Blaine glared at the man sitting on the side of his desk. Kurt got off the desk and then placed himself on Blaine's lap,he started to play with Blaine's curly hair-which he grew out after leaving Dalton. It should be awkward considering that Kurt's a few inches taller than Blaine but it wasn't-it was adorable.

"Do you remember how we met?"Kurt asked after a few seconds of silence. Blaine smiled at the memory."I was walking down that stair case looking so out of place and so lost and-"Blaine cut him off.

"And completely adorable."Blaine smiled.

"Anyway,"Kurt playfully glared at Blaine before he continued."I tapped you on the shoulder and asked what was going on. You answered and said some stuff that I would probably remember if I wasn't so distracted by your face. Then you took my hand,saying that you new a short-cut."

"I sang you Teenage Dream."Blaine said deciding to pick up the story."I made sure I sang it to you,"Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt's cheek.

"You skipped my favorite part."Kurt pouted."When we got to where the Warblers were you fixed my jacket which I know was perfect and said "Don't forget your jacket new kid,"you added a playful wink and then you sang Teenage Dream."Kurt played the moment in his mind,making it seem like just yesterday he had met Blaine and he had sang Teenage Dream. It was so hard to grasp that it was six years ago. They made it through high school and college an now they're married and happy and successful in their careers. Blaine an author with two books out which were both on New York Time's best seller list and have won many awards and Kurt a fashion designer with a womens line and a mens line.

"I gotta go,"Kurt pouted."But you think about what we just talked about."Kurt pressed his lips to his husbands before he walked out of Blaine's home office. Blaine smiled and then opened his laptop back up getting the perfect idea for his new book.

Everett was walking down the stairs of his all boys school,when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and came face to face with a boy who looked out of place but trying to fit in wearing something he must have thought looked like the schools uniform.

"Where's every body going?"He asked fixing his brown shoulder bag.

"The school's glee club is performing."Everett said."I'm Everett by the way,"the shorter boy said sticking his hand out.

"Kurt,"He shook Everett's hand.

"Come on,I know a short cut."Everett grabbed Kurt's wrist and then took off through the hallway,which wasn't really a short cut to begin with.

Blaine smiled at what he had written so far. Why didn't he think about writing about him and Kurt sooner?This was defiantly going to be a best seller. Maybe it'll even get turned into a movie.