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He couldn't afford to cause himself anymore pain than he already felt, and he could see that that is exactly where this new friendship was heading; him getting hurt.

"Really?" Adam exclaimed. "Did you kiss?"

Kurt was in Ben's room, sitting on the edge of his bed while Adam rummaged through his draws, looking for something to wear. Ben turned around from his desk when Adam asked the question, also eager for an answer.

"Adam!" Kurt chastised. "I met him last night, so no, I didn't."

Ben's smile faded. "Oh. But you will?" His smile was quick to return.

"No, I won't. He's straight." Kurt admitted.

Adam jumped in triumph when he found Ben's black skinny jeans, but then gave Kurt a small, sympathetic smile.

"That sucks man." Ben sympathised in the typical Ben way, by hitting Kurt playfully on the back. "So, are you seeing him again?"

Kurt laughed softly. "Yes, tonight."

Adam and Ben both jumped up, wolf whistling and patted Kurt on the back, who tried to escape them with no luck. "Way to go, Kurt." Adam beamed.

"Guys, calm down." Kurt pushed them both away. "Like I said, he's straight, there's really no chance. Besides, he's just a friend.

"If he is straight, then why did he ask you out?" Ben asked, smirking.

Kurt looked from Adam and then to Ben, considering what Ben had just said. He had a point, why would he ask if he was straight. No, don't be stupid. Blaine just wants to catch up. That's it.

"Don't guys, he just wants to catch up." Kurt said. "As friends. Nothing more." He added sternly when Ben and Adam gave him equally cheeky grins. "Guys, I barely know him. We're just friends."

"Does he know?" Adam asked, finally serious.

Kurt didn't know what Adam was talking about. "Know what?"

"That you're gay."

"Oh, right." Kurt understood. "No, he doesn't."

Ben grumbled from the corner. "Kurt! You need to tell him."

"I know, I know." Kurt whined. "I was going to, but then…I dunno, it just didn't feel right. I barely even know the guy."

"I understand that, but you have to tell him tonight." Ben insisted.

Kurt thought about it for a moment. "Okay, I will."

"Blaine, hurry up in there." Christian called from the lounge room. Blaine had been in his bedroom for over half an hour.

"Hang on a minute." Blaine called back. He was in his bedroom, trying to find something to wear. He was rummaging through his drawers, discarding anything that he thought would be inappropriate.

"You said that twenty minutes ago." Christian yelled outside the door. "Dude, just pick something already, it can't be that hard."

Blaine clicked the lock of his door open and let Christian in. He stood back from Christian so he could see his whole figure. "What do you think?"

Blaine was in his black, tight-fitted polo shirt, slim fit jeans and his white Varsity jacket.

Christian looked at him for a moment. He thought he looked good, but the jacket wasn't right. "Hmm, I think you should change the jacket."

Blaine's smile faltered. "Not that hard, huh?" He was sure that this was the right outfit, but obviously not.

"You're making it hard." Christian accused jokingly. He walked over to Blaine's drawers and began to look through the pile of clothes in the top draw. He pulled out a navy blue cardigan and a white polo shirt. "Try these."

Blaine took off the jacket and the black polo, revealing his muscled figure before he put on the clothes that Christian had handed him.

Blaine stepped in front of the mirror, turning around so he could see Christian's outfit choice from every angle. "You sure this is okay?" He asked, worried that he was dressed wrong for the occasion.

"Dude, you seriously need to relax." Christian complained, getting frustrated at Blaine. "You're just hanging out with him."

Blaine blushed, Christian was right. He was treating it like it was a date, yet Kurt is just a friend. "What you are wearing looks fine." Christian assured Blaine.

"Okay, good." Blaine breathed, relieved. He turned to his dresser and grabbed his phone. He was slightly worried that tonight was going to go wrong, he couldn't even text Kurt to see if he was still coming. Being the idiot he can sometimes be, he didn't even exchange numbers with Kurt.

"Blaine, can I ask you something?" Christian questioned from behind. Blaine turned to him, indicating him to continue. Christian's questions were usually serious when he asked for permission to ask them.

"Are-" Christian started, but wasn't sure where to go from there. He didn't want to confuse Blaine, he just needed to make sure Blaine knew what he was doing.

Blaine looked at Christian in concern, very rarely was he lost for words. Christian sat on Blaine's bed, indicating for Blaine to sit beside him. "Blaine, are you-" He stopped again, unable to say the words.

Instead, he leaned towards Blaine, edging himself closer to him. He was freaked out, but had to know for sure. He couldn't ask what he wanted to know, so he chose to try a test.

Blaine wasn't facing Christian when he spoke, but he could feel him shifting once he stopped his question once again. Blaine looked up to see Christian's face edging closer to his own.

He didn't know what to do, he was slightly shocked. He's going to kiss me. Blaine was frozen in his position beside Christian as the distance between their faces decreased. What the hell? Why is Christian about to kiss me?

Christian covered the last inch, pressing his lips to Blaine's. Not once did anything 'spark' thankfully, and he was ready to pull back immediately. He did not like this at all. Note to self: Never. Ever. Do. This. Again.

Blaine's hands were on Christian's shoulders, pushing him away from him with such force that Christian fell back on the bed. He sat back up as Blaine jumped from the bed and backed away.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Blaine demanded, backing away further.

"I-I had..I had to know-" Christian stuttered, shocked by Blaine's reaction.

Blaine pulled the door open, storming down the stairs. "Blaine, wait!" Christian called. "Please, just give me the chance to explain."

Christian chased after Blaine, catching up to him at the front door. He grabbed his shoulder, trying to turn him around. "Don't touch me!" Blaine spun on the spot, throwing Christian's hand off of his shoulder.

"Please, Blaine."

Blaine opened the front door before he spoke. "Don't ever touch me again….I have to go."

"Blaine! Please, just let me explain." Christian called after Blaine as he raced off to his car.

"There's nothing to explain, Christian."

Blaine got in his Jeep, started it up and put it into gear before Christian had the chance to stop him. Christian felt like an idiot. He couldn't ask Blaine if he was gay, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Yet he could kiss Blaine? You idiot.

He had honestly thought that Blaine's reaction would have been different. He never once thought that Blaine would explode like that.

Blaine was furious. What the hell was Christian thinking? Is he gay? Blaine had never suspected Christian to be gay. Blaine couldn't figure out what he was so angered by, the fact that his best mate just kissed him, or that he reacted the way he did.

Blaine wasn't thinking of the reaction that Christian saw, he was confused by the reaction in his head. No, it was nothing. You're not thinking straight. Blaine shrugged off the thought, wondering what he was going to say to Christian the next time he saw him.

"Blaine, hi." Kurt said when Blaine arrived out the front of the bar. Kurt was leaning against the wall with one leg bent resting on the bricks. He had on his pale skinny jeans, a grey button-up shirt and a darker grey vest. He looked…really good.

Blaine was too distracted by Christian's kiss to even take notice of what Kurt looked like. He simply gave a forced smile and a quiet hello.

"Blaine, are you okay?" Kurt asked curiously.

"I-yeah…kind of…no, not really." Blaine admitted.

Kurt gave Blaine a small smile. "If you want to talk, I can listen."

"Yeah, thanks. Erm, maybe we should find somewhere else to talk."

Kurt suggested the park next to the bar, so he and Blaine made their way to the bench the was in the centre. They sat beside each other, but neither sat too close in case it made things awkward.

Kurt didn't prompt Blaine to talk, he thought it would be best to wait for Blaine to willingly tell him without being forced to. Kurt stole a glance at Blaine. He was leaning forward on the bench and was resting his face in his hands.

"I could have handled it better." Blaine finally said as he sat up straight and ran his hands through his dark curls.

Kurt waited for Blaine to elaborate, but he didn't. "Could have handled what better?"

Blaine took a deep breath, his hands were slightly shaky. "My…best mate…Christian. H-he…kissed…me." Blaine finally got out, his expression displaying something not quite as bad as disgusted, but not far from it.

No, Kurt was not going to tell Blaine tonight.

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Oh, and after the next few chapters, the story will jump ahead a little. Just so it doesn't drag out for too long. It's not a huge jump, just thought I'd let you all know :)

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