THE ONE WITH A SECOND CHANCE

Blaine was trying to make his presence known in earnest now, since faking a phone call while standing right outside the senior commons apparently didn't work. He came in, sat down in one of the armchairs and said loudly "Oh, hi guys!".

The couple kissing passionately on the sofa opposite paid him no attention. Smaller of the boys, lean and elegant in skin-tight black jeans and silver shirt, moaned quietly and moved to straddle the lap of the tall, handsome blonde, where he continued to kiss him with abandon. Soon large hands were wandering up his body and more moans and gasps punctuated the afternoon silence.

Who would have thought Kurt was so vocal and unrestrained? – Blaine thought. – If he's like that just making out, what if… ooh no, bad idea, I won't be able to unthink it. But it was too late. The image of the beautiful elfin boy stretched out on his dorm bed, whimpering Blaine's name, was already etched deep into his mind.

"Lucas…" whimpered Kurt and Blaine's eyes snapped back to the sofa.

The blond hunk was kissing Kurt's neck, gaining enthusiastic responses from the smaller boy. Something woke up and roared in Blaine's chest. The name was all wrong, the picture was wrong, it was his Kurt! He coughed loudly.

"Um, guys? Would you mind? I wanted to study for the math test and you're kind of… distracting."

Riiiiight, Blaine. That was smooth.

Kurt turned now, presenting Blaine with a picture of a sex god. His usually impeccable hair were mussed, his pupils dilated, cheeks pink, his lips kiss-bruised. Blaine felt his breath hitch.

"Oh, hi Blaine! I didn't see you."

"Hi. So you're dating now?"

"Yeah. I mean, since you want us to be just friends, I decided to move on." he smiled happily.

Lucas looked at Blaine with a superior smirk.

"You have no idea what you're missing, man." – He looked at the boy in his lap then. – "So, Kurt, maybe we should continue this in my room and let Blaine study for his test?"

"Great idea."

Kurt jumped lithely from the sofa. When he stood, Blaine could see that his shirt was half undone, smooth pale skin of his chest peeking out. His heart accelerated suspiciously. Kurt took Lucas' hand and led him out of the room.

"Bye Blaine! Good luck with your test!"

"Kurt, no, wait! I… I want to…"

But Kurt was already halfway down the hall, bouncing giddily. Lucas heard him though and turned.

"Of course you do. Well, it's too late, buddy. He's mine. Deal with it."


Blaine woke up with a gasp. Kurt and Lucas. He was too late. He lost his chance. Why did he want to be just friends anyway? He couldn't remember.

He felt movement by his side and looked down. There, curled up against his arm, asleep, was Kurt. Blaine took in his surroundings. They were in his dorm room, on his bed, with the end credits of The Lion King playing on his laptop. Right, they'd been studying together all afternoon and then decided they deserved some Disney as a reward. They must have fallen asleep. So it was a dream, a vivid, terrible dream. Which means… he may not be too late after all.

He turned to face Kurt. For a long while he just looked at the peaceful face, full pink lips slightly parted, long lashes standing out against the porcelain skin, and remembered how badly he wanted to be in Lucas' place. He still had a chance. Perhaps his last chance before Kurt gave up on him and found someone else who would make him happy.

He reached out and gently caressed the sleeping boy's cheek. Kurt leaned into his hand and hummed sleepily. Blaine traced his lips with his thumb. Blue eyes opened slowly.

"Blaine?" – Kurt whispered against his fingers.

Yes, that was the right name on his lips. Blaine leaned in and kissed it off them.