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Whilst Wes and David argued about the possibility of Kurt and Blaine being together if they were adopted step brothers, Blaine nudged Kurt and nodded towards the door, holding a finger to his lips. Kurt grinned and followed him out of the room, moving as quietly as possible. He shut the door carefully, and turned to see Blaine rubbing his forehead.

"I already have a headache, and I've only been in their company for two minutes." People were now starting to venture back into the corridor now that Wes and David had finished their explosive reunion. They seemed used to this event, and had cleared a path through their suitcases and boxes specially. Kurt suddenly realised that he'd just left his own room.

"Now what?" He asked Blaine, who had just finished greeting Matt as he unpacked from the room across the hall.

"We could always go to my room, but they'd probably follow us. They're not just going to let us go so easily. They're vindictive like that." Kurt could still hear the two arguing in his room, and figured they had about ten seconds left until Wes and David realised they were gone.

"How about the Warblers practice room?" Kurt suggested, and Blaine quickly agreed. Kurt's room had gone silent, and Blaine quickly grabbed Kurt's hand, the latter's eyes widening and cheeks flushing, and dragged him down the corridor at a run. The door to Kurt's room opened and Wes and David burst from the room.

"You won't escape us that easily, Peregrin Took!" David hollered as they sprinted after them.

"What?" Kurt asked Blaine as he struggled to keep up with the short boy's surprisingly agile legs.

"Don't ask. In here!" He took a sharp left and Kurt was pulled after him down an unfamiliar corridor, then to the right, then another right. They were suddenly surrounded by books. The room was filled with mahogany bookshelves that were stuffed to bursting with every genre and subject of books imaginable. "The library," Blaine panted, catching his breath. "I don't think they'll follow us here. They seem to be allergic to common sense. And work."

"I've never been here before." Kurt said, walking past one of the bookshelves, running a finger along the spines of the books. Chaucer, Tolkien, Austen, Dostoyevsky, and Hardy were just some of the names he recognised. He wasn't a big reader, though he did like a few classics. Kurt preferred reading fashion magazines, but he did have a small collection of books at home. He knew Blaine adored reading with a passion, and wasn't surprised that he'd taken them here. Blaine looked so much happier being surrounded by books.

"Yeah, I don't think Wes and David have either. They avoid this place like the plague. I usually come here to get away from them and the craziness that follows them like a shadow." Blaine sat down at one of the tables, leaning back into the chair with his head hanging out, eyes closed. He looked so peaceful like that, and Kurt couldn't help but notice the way the muscles of his neck were stretched out tight, his tie a little loose, and Blaine's cheeks flushed from running. Kurt looked out the window to distract himself from the gorgeous boy in front of him.

"So, what now? We can't hide in here forever." Blaine opened his eyes lazily and trained them on Kurt, who kept his gaze focussed on the lawn outside, fully aware of Blaine's eyes on him.

"Whatever you want to do." That was flirting, right? That must have been flirting. It wasn't the sort of thing you normally said to a friend. Or was it? Was he just joking? Kurt bit his lip as these questions and doubts whizzed around his head. He wasn't interested in Kurt at all. Of course he wasn't. After the whole Jeremiah debacle he had laid it out there, and been rejected. And then there had been Rachel. Then Marcus. Obviously Blaine didn't like him like that.

"There they are!" David jumped onto Blaine's lap, wrapping his arms tightly around his, quickly followed by Wes who then jumped onto David's lap, dripping chocolate ice cream everywhere. "We would have been quicker finding you, but Wes got distracted." David supplied as Wes gestured like a proud five year old at his ice cream, which dripped all over Blaine's hair. Kurt tried to back out of the room without being caught, but Wes quickly stuffed the top of the ice cream cone into his mouth and launched off of the doggy-pile. Before Kurt new it, there was a horrid pink strap around his neck.

"Wes, is this...is this a collar?" Wes nodded, pulling Kurt back towards the other two. David had already secured a similar hideous pink collar around Blaine's neck and was holding onto the leash, no longer sitting on the small boy. "Is it just me or are these collars a little...?" Blaine shook his head.

"No, it's not just you. But they don't get it." As Blaine spoke David pointed at the collar around his neck.

"Look, we got tags with your names and our phone numbers on." Kurt looked at the clashing gold tag, which had 'PINOCCIO' engraved on it. Blaine did the same, rolling his eyes when he saw 'THUMBELINA' on his. "And they're pink, which we thought was apt, considering how you're gay and stuff." David stated proudly, Wes nodding along beside him.

"I thought we should get rainbow coloured ones, but we thought you would hate the pink more, Kurt. Blaine doesn't really mind pink, as you can tell by those hideous sunglasses he is constantly forcing on our poor retinas."

"Is that the plural of retina? It could be like retinae."

"Or retinum."

"Or retinii."

"Or it could be something incredibly boring and not worth discussing while your two friends are currently on a leash!" Blaine burst out while Wes and David debated the possibilities. David tugged on his leash sharply.

"Quiet, Thumbelina. Or I'll send you to bed without your dinner."

"It's 9pm! I'm not about to have dinner!"

"Well I'll just send you to bed. If you're good then we'll send Kurt to the same bed." Kurt aimed a sharp kick at David's knee, which he avoided easily. He and Wes led them out of the library, Wes still occupied with eating his ice cream without his hands. This was an incredibly strange sight, and one Blaine and Kurt could have done without. Blaine suddenly remembered his hair and his hand flew to his head, wiping away the chocolate which slid off the hair gel easily, much to Kurt's amusement.

"It's like plastic." He commented, noting the shine of his hair. It really did look like his head had been wrapped in cellophane, or laminated. Wes nodded, swallowing the rest of his ice cream cone in one gulp, ignoring Kurt's scandalised look.

"We've tried to steal his hair gel before, but he gets really unnecessary and violent. Then he won't sing in Warblers, so we usually end up giving it back."

"One of these days." David said wistfully, glaring at Blaine, who suddenly snorted with laughter.

"Did you seriously just shake your fist at me?"