It was his first day back at Dalton. Blaine had already done his hair three times trying to make it exactly how Kurt liked it. He would loosen his tie and try it again, attempting to find the perfect balance between trying too hard and sexy as hell.

Blaine had gone over the first time he would see Kurt at least 500 times this morning. In his head, the scene played out perfectly. He would smile nervously and and run his fingers through his hair and then look down. When he looked back up Kurt would be standing closer to Blaine than he had been a minute ago, and that would be Blaine's cue to apologize and close the gap between them.

Blaine's fictional reunion was the result of two months of fantasizing about the absolute best way things could possibly turn out. There would be enough mystery to ensure the others in the hall would have no idea what was going on, but enough sincerity that Kurt would know Blaine had done nothing but think about him all of summer vacation.

Blaine glanced at the clock. He still had plenty of time to make it to class, but he was growing restless in his tiny dorm room. He let out a deep sigh, blowing the stray hairs hanging over his forehead away. This was as good as it was going to get. Blaine picked up his messenger bag and headed for the door.

Blaine was definitely not the guy that was going to show up early for class, but by wandering the halls, he could manage to get out of his dorm without raising too much suspicion.

Walking toward his locker, he couldn't help but notice all the people already there. Was this how the school always was before the bell?

Blaine nodded occasionally to a few Warblers as he passed, a few of them shouting a comment about his early arrival in his wake.

"Dude. I didn't hear from you all summer, fall off the face of the planet?" Blaine heard a familiar voice call from behind him.

Blaine turned to see the slender outline of an asian boy striding towards him. Wes, who had been Blaine's best friend since the day he started at Dalton, never changed no matter how much time passed. His tie was always straight and proper, shoes freshly polished, and his blazer was never actually on. About the only thing that varied from the day they met was Wes' height. A solid 6 foot frame stood before Blaine, inches taller than when they'd separated for the summer. Something Blaine was already a little envious of.

Blaine was surprised at how happy seeing Wes actually made him feel. As a smile spread across his face he chuckled back, "Bro, it was a long fall. I'm surprised I even made it back in time."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. And it doesn't help that you can't Facebook me from under a girl; it's not considered proper etiquette. Although, if you're just going to kick her out of bed in a few minutes to never see her again, I don't know why you couldn't have said 'Hi' at some point this summer."

"A few minutes? You highly underestimate my abilities, my friend." The two grabbed hands and pulled in for a hug.

They fell into an easy step on the way to Blaine's locker.

"So what were you really up to this summer?" Wes asked.

Blaine hesitated. "You know, nothing. I was just in Boston all summer."

"Yeah, I was there for a week, but couldn't get a hold of you."

Blaine thought back to that week. He remembered it too well. That was the week Kurt got to Boston. That was supposed to be the week that started the best summer of his life. It seemed ironic, now, how it hadn't lasted.

"June 24th? I was on lockdown. Mom caught me with a- um, a house guest."

Wes laughed, "Harsh."

Blaine stopped as he reached his locker, pleased with how easily that lie slipped out.

"Alright, bro, we'll finish this later. Still gotta catch up with Jeff and the guys." Wes said as he kept walking.

Blaine stared at his locker. That conversation with Wes had been the first time in weeks that his stomach wasn't in a constant state of back flips. It felt nice to have a friendship that was a little forgiving. He'd blown off Wes all summer, dodging his calls when he decided he just wanted to curl up in a ball and forget the world existed. The second they were back together, it was like nothing happened. Blaine could feel himself smiling his first genuine smile since Kurt left.

Just the thought of Kurt and his stomach was back in knots.

He could feel the sweat building up on his palms as he attempted to get into his locker. Awesome. Just what he needed, sweaty hands and pit stains; what man on earth could resist? Tucking his blazer in his locker, Blaine decided he probably wouldn't need it all day. He kept it with his textbooks, because who was he kidding, Blaine may show up on time for class today, but it wasn't like he was planning on paying attention.

He closed his locker and turned around, fixing his tie, yet again. The click of boots could be heard down the hall, signifying the arrival of only one person. Only one guy in the entire school dared to wear boots instead of the uniform loafers.

Blaine looked up to see the toned legs he'd been dreaming of all summer covered in tight dark denim walking to a locker close to his. Kurt turned to face a locker only a few feet away from Blaine, but never made eye contact.

From this vantage point, Blaine had a perfect view of a perfect ass. Kurt had made all the best adjustments to his uniform. His blazer hung just at his waist line, so no matter what pants he paired with the outfit Blaine could properly appreciate his ass. Today the jeans hugged skin tight the entire way down his leg disappearing into a thin leather army boot.

Blaine tried to work up the courage to walk over to Kurt. He quickly realized, as many times as Blaine had thought about their reunion, he'd never actually thought about the words he would say.

Blaine coughed. Not to call attention to himself, although that's what happened, but to relieve himself of the nervous energy caught in his throat.

Kurt turned in time to see Blaine nervously laugh and run his fingers through his hair.

Great, Blaine thought, and now my hand is sticky- sweaty and sticky.

"Hey Kur-" Blaine started. Half way through Kurt's name Blaine looked up to realize they weren't alone.

Not only were they not alone, but the other boy, a stranger to Blaine, had managed to attach his face to Kurt's and his hand was hugging that perfectly firm ass.

It wasn't the unskilled man practically molesting Kurt that hurt Blaine the most. It was Kurt's hand grabbing the hair on the back of the stranger's head, fingers entwined in the shaggy brown hair that made Blaine's stomach clench. Kurt was expecting the embrace.

Kurt, Blaine's Kurt, knew another boy was going to kiss him. He wanted it. Kurt had moved on.

Blaine coughed. More like hacked up a lung accompanied by all the disgusting sounds effects he could manage.

That one was on purpose.

Kurt and stranger-boy's lips separated somewhere near the end of Blaine's performance. Despite the fact that he wanted to cry and that his stomach had never had more knots in it, Blaine felt some satisfaction in having been the force that drove them apart.

The crimson in Kurt's cheeks was as magnificent as Blaine had ever seen and his mouth hung slightly open as he made eye contact with Blaine for the first time in months.

Blaine's head was spinning. He couldn't hold Kurt's gaze. Instead, he turned to face the stranger that had the audacity to suck his Kurt's face in front of him.

The boy was less than a head taller than Blaine, barely taller than Kurt. He had the same pale skin as Kurt, but his cheeks didn't fill with the same coloring Kurt's did. This boy was not embarrassed. He was thin, but not muscular the way Kurt was, soft is how Blaine would put it. He stood next to Kurt with his hand on the small of Kurt's back.

"Sorry, mate. Had no idea we had an audience," the stranger said. His voice was smooth, not cocky; it seemed genuine and that annoyed Blaine even more.

Blaine felt his lips involuntarily purse. His eyes shifting between Kurt and the stranger. Kurt looked uncomfortable, not by the boy standing so close to him, but because of Blaine.

"Babe- think I could meet you at your locker in a minute?" Kurt said, his voice a little hoarse.

Blaine wanted to answer, stopping himself, knowing he wasn't the one being addressed.

"Sure. I have to grab my books anyway." Stranger-boy kissed Kurt on his temple and walked down the hall, out of earshot.

Blaine's eyes followed stranger-boy down the hall. Blaine suddenly realized that this was the moment he'd been waiting for all summer: talking to Kurt. He wanted to be able to feel anything other than the pressure of the blue eyed gaze locked straight on him rather than the indifference in Kurt's eyes. Blaine had hoped they would shine. It always meant good news when Kurt's eyes were shining.

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Kurt's eyes developed a shine when he was turned on. When Blaine touched him, Kurt's skin would feel like electricity to the touch and Blaine could literally feel Kurt's body buzzing with excitement. That touch was the most thrilling feeling in the world for Blaine: a mixture of the rush you get when you could get caught doing something you're not supposed to, and the feeling of happiness that goes along with knowing if this was the last thing he ever did, he would be more than content.

Blaine thought Kurt was the most gorgeous thing in the world as he stood at the window overlooking an excellent view of Boston. He noticed the way Kurt's back curved just above his ass, that perfect ass.

Blaine moved to join Kurt at the window. He wrapped his arms around him. Feeling the muscles in Kurt's back tighten against his chest. His hands moving along the muscles in this arms, lean and firm. That feeling of electricity already present and a hum coming from the back of Kurt's throat.

"This is the greatest feeling." Kurt said. "Knowing you're there and imagining being like this with you everywhere I go."

"Boston is good for us." Blaine replied.

"Boston and Dalton are good for us." Kurt said.

"If only we could ever be like this year round."

"One day."

"I wish."

"Well, you do know you'll have to come out one day." Kurt said with a light laugh as he turned in Blaine's arms. Kurt's arms now wrapped around Blaine's neck, his fingers combing through his hair, which wasn't gelled at Kurt's request.

Blaine held Kurt for a minute, his hands itching to travel south of the small of Kurt's back.

"Are you thinking about it? What it would be like if you were out?" Kurt asked.

"Honestly, I'm thinking about how much longer my hands can be this close to their favorite squeeze toy without touching. But your thought works too." Blaine said trying to change the subject.

Kurt had been pushing every day to make Blaine his out boyfriend. It was dangerous territory for Blaine. He wanted nothing more than to keep the boy in his arms eternally happy, but Blaine had hoped he could do that without outing himself at Dalton. He was afraid that coming out would change everything he'd worked for. He'd earned the respect of his peers in the Warblers. Blaine had made connections and had potential for a future he very much wanted.

He looked down at the boy in his arms. Kurt's face had now changed. He wasn't as blissfully happy anymore, and his body had stopped buzzing. Blaine knew that Kurt was worth giving everything up for, but he also didn't think it was fair for Kurt to ask that of him.

"Babe. When we go back, you know it can't be like this right?" Blaine struggled to choose the best words. He wanted to leave no questions but he didn't want it to come out harsh. "You know that I have an appearance at Dalton that I have to keep up for my last year there."

"Right, who would want other people to think they were gay?" Kurt said, pulling out of their embrace. "Maybe it's just me. If you're going to come out, it can't be with the kid they all make fun of. I would irreparably damage your image, is that it?"

So apparently that had been the wrong thing to say.

"Woah, baby. Slow down. What are you talking about? We're fine." Blaine tried to be more careful this time. "I'm just not sure if me coming out would be the right thing this close to graduation." Blaine was just asking for a repeat of last year, something he thought had been perfect.

He didn't know what Kurt was thinking, what else he'd been expecting.

"I want to be with you, I just don't want my entire life to change when I only have one year at that school left."

"Did it ever occur to you that you haven't even really convinced me you're in this relationship? That without letting people know about us, I have no reason to stay, or believe that you will?" Kurt folded his arms- not defensively, more like he was trying to comfort himself. "I don't even know if we have a relationship."

"What do you mean? Isn't that what this is? We're together and neither of us is with anyone else, a relationship." Blaine said.

"Blaine, in a relationship people actually like each other." Kurt took a step toward Blaine resting his hand on Blaine's shoulder. Kurt bit his lip, his voice getting softer, "You do like me, don't you?"

Kurt had abandoned fighting, he was clearly going for seduction. Blaine thought, and this is why I love him.
Love him.
Love him?
I can't love him. I want to be with him always, and I want him to be happy more than anyone else, and sure he's the most attractive person I've ever seen, but I don't love him. Not yet.

Kurt's hand was sneaking it's way up Blaine's chest. Kurt's body humming with energy again. Apparently a little argument got Kurt heated up in more ways than one. Blaine caught himself making a mental note of that for the future.

The future. He was already planning the future?

Blaine's back went rigid. This was not supposed to happen; he wasn't supposed to be the one who got caught up in a high school romance he actually believed could last.

Loosening Blaine's bow tie, Kurt began kissing Blaine's neck, easing the tension in Blaine's shoulders even as his mind continued to race.

It wasn't something he planned on doing. His body had reacted without notice. Blaine needed to stay distant to set things straight. He couldn't let Kurt distract him so easily.

Blaine loved every second of it. This he could get used to.

To be honest, he already had.

Blaine's thoughts grew cold. He'd grown too comfortable with the boy in his arms. He didn't want this to end- but it needed to change.

Blaine felt a chill run down his spine.

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That same chill ran down Blaine's spine again, still staring into Kurt's eyes.

"I gue-"

"No. You don't get to say anything, Blaine," Kurt started. "You get to deal with the fact that you lost me. You don't get to make me feel bad for having moved on, and you won't be giving Michael a hard time here."

Kurt held his hands up took two steps backwards.

"There is nothing for you here, Blaine. Go to class. Everyone there still admires you for how full of yourself you are."

Blaine was facing the back of Kurt's perfectly tousled hair before he could manage to string three words together.

"I miss you." Blaine whispered to himself as he watched Kurt walk away.