Chapter 2

(Sorry for the spacing mishap in Chapter 1! Hopefully its sorted out this time!)

Slamming the car door behind him, he threw his phone into the passenger seat before crumpling up the hotel receipt and throwing it over his shoulder. $750 in room service – his dad was going to kill him when he saw the credit card bill at the end of the month. Starting the car, he roughly turned the steering wheel and started to make his way home as the phone beside him starting ringing again. Looking over quickly, he saw the face of his caller and tried to block out the ringtone.

Pulling into his driveway, he noticed his parents car was missing. Relieved at not having to deal with their scrutiny, he made his way up to the house and let himself in. Dumping his jacket over the couch, he helped himself to a cookie and bottle of water from the kitchen and headed up to his bedroom. Kicking his shoes off, he finished his cookie and started to undress and prepare for a shower. He needed this horrible feeling washed away.

The water ran down his back as he stood under the warm flow. Feeling his frustrations disappearing, he realised his phone was ringing – again! Reluctantly, he stopped the water, got out and wrapped himself in a towelling bathrobe and headed back to his bedroom to collect his phone. The telltale photo made him smile inwardly even though he really didn't want to talk to anyone.

"Hey Blaine. What's up?" he sighed as he answered the phone and braced himself for the inevitable onslaught from his friend.

"KURT! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Kurt held the phone away from his ear and let his friend rant for the best part of 5 minutes before the volume was low enough to bring the phone back up to his ear.

"Are you done?" He asked, once he was able to get a word in.

"For now! Where have you been? I was worried about you?" Blaine's concern was obvious but tinged with an edge of annoyance.

"I just fancied a quiet night. Had my phone on silent" he felt bad lying to his friend but what was he supposed to say? I got stood up by a blind date then had my drink spiked by a blonde who stomped off because I couldn't get it up? One of those things would have been embarrassing on its own but he wasn't risking further humiliation at the hands of his best friend.

"Oh, I thought maybe you'd gone out" Blaine's voice wavered as he heard his friend lie to him. "Di you, erm, didn't you have plans?"

"No, just a quiet night." He blushed. "What do you have planned for today? You up for a coffee at the Lima Bean?"

Blaine's heart jumped. "Yes, definitely. I can meet you in about 20 minutes?" He tried to remain calm.

"Make it an hour, I'm only just out the shower"

Blaine's eyes widened as the phone slipped a bit in his hand. "O..OK.. see you in an hour!" Blaine smiled widely as he ended his call. Looking at his watch he realised he had plenty of time an headed back into his bedroom as he felt a familiar feeling between his legs. If he was quick he'd still be early.