The second Kurt left, Blaine picked up his papers and books and shoved them carelessly in his bag.
Why was he even upset? He had someone, and now Kurt had someone. He should be happy. He wanted Kurt to have someone. He just didn't want someone to have Kurt.
No he told himself its completely normal for one friend to feel protective of another...He just wanted Kurt to be safe and happy.
Still, once he reached his room he couldn't help but drop his bag with a thud and quite feebly kick the nightstand.
"So... tell Kurt yet?" piped up Jason, his roommate, who was sprawled across his bed watching Blaine with amusement.
Blaine gave him his best attempt at a scowl, but his heart really wasn't in it.
"No. I didn't tell him. I don't think I'll ever tell him! He managed to get himself a boyfriend and tell me about it before I got up the... courage to tell him about mine."
"Wow... that... wow. I'm sorry, I just don't get it... why don't you just tell him?"
"Because, it's weird! I've been friends with him for nearly four months. Isn't he going to wonder why I've been hiding my boyfriend of six months?"
"True... so why didn't you just tell him at the start?"
"Because... he was sad. And he was so lonely. What would it have looked like if I had told him "Aw, that sucks, chin up! Now I'm off to the movies to make out with-"
"Woah, dude, do not need the details! Remember the rules!"
Blaine grinned. He really couldn't have asked for a better roommate. Jason hadn't once made a comment or remark or showed he minded the fact that Blaine was gay in any way. And in their early days of living together, they quickly agreed to a deal where Jason wouldn't talk about sex with girls, same with Blaine and guys.
"just tell him, Blaine. Go over to his room and just say 'Kurt, I know this is weird but I have a boyfriend.' You guys are really tight, he'll understand, I know he will."
Blaine smiled, "Great idea in theory... but Kurt's on a date. Now."
"Oh, sucks dude. Well why don't you get on the phone with your beaux?" He winked, " Then you and Kurt can swop boyfriend stories and whatever you guys do later this evening."
"You know, that's not a bad idea"
Blaine pulled his phone out from the bottom of his bag and dialled. The phone rang once before it hit the answer machine.
"Sorry, can't get to the phone! Text or call me back later! Or leave a message and I'll call you back. Unless I don't want to talk to you... or I'm out of credit... or I forget. So yeah, maybe you just call me?" Two sets of laughter (his and Blaine's) echoed through the phone and then the dial tone rang.
"Hey, it's me," Blaine began; he was feeling calmer and happier for just hearing his boyfriends voice. He remembers the day they recorded it – Blaine told him you couldn't possibly leave the standard robotic one, it was tacky. "I just wondered if you wanted to meet up. I've missed you. Give me a call."
Blaine hung up and started sorting out his bag and finishing his essay.
Kurt and Andrew met at a small Italian restaurant which the latter had recommended. It was quite out of the way, but apparently he'd been there a few times with family and friends.
It was very traditionally romantic – small booths that seated two cosily, candles on every table and typical ambient music playing in the background.
Kurt noticed the way Andrew was looking at him and finally realised what was odd about Andrew. Andrew was him! He was looking at Kurt nervously, seeking approval and worried how he was coming across. It was exactly the way he looked at Blaine when they first met... as soon as these suspicions arose, Kurt had to ask:
"Am I the first gay guy you've met?"
Andrew almost choked on his lemonade "What!" he coughed, "No, no. Um, why do you ask that?"
"I was just wondering why you wanted to date me... and you said you weren't out so..."
"Well, first, I wanted to date you because when I saw you I thought you were hot, and your funny and smart and you made me happy. Secondly... I'm not out because it's just easier. I guess I'm not as... brave... not as brave as you are. "
Kurt smiled and tentatively reached to hold Andrew's hand. It was a small gesture but one he hoped Andrew would appreciate. It was his turn to get to play Gay Guru! "I'm not going to give you advice, I mean, I don't exactly know your situation so I can't tell you what to do... but if you ever, y'know, need someone to talk to?" he offered feebly. Ok, maybe Blaine made it look easier than it was.
"Thanks Kurt."
All of a sudden, Kurt's heart stopped. Andrew was moving in towards him. His eyes were closing. His lips... Oh, his lips...
"STOP!" Kurt shouted as he jumped back a good foot, much to Andrew's shock.
"Uh... I'm sorry, was I too forward?"
"No, no. You've been lovely... you even put up with me describing my favourite Gaga outfits in chronological order. It's just... remember when I told you about ... I said I had issues too?"
"Of course, third date, right?"
"Right, well, it's just, I can't rush into anything, Andrew. I'm sorry."
"No, I completely understand. It's fine. Really." He emphasised the last word, seeing Kurt's uncertainty. "Can I tempt you to some cheesecake? It's so good!"
Kurt thought for a moment. "Hm, I suppose you could..."
Andrew paid. "I invited you, it's only fair," he explained. "You can pay next time!"
"Next time," Kurt smiled as they walked, hand in hand, towards their cars.
Kurt felt tingly all over – he couldn't believe it. He, Kurt Hummel, was on a date and holding hands. He would never take such things for granted for as long as he lived!
"Well..." began Andrew as he reached the car park, "It's been lovely!"
Kurt smiled and before he knew it, he was pulled into a hug.
His head fit perfectly on Andrew's shoulders and the feel of Andrews arms around him, holding him tightly, it was just magical.
The hug broke far too soon, and Andrew made for to enter his car.
"Wait!" called Kurt, stepping after him.
Before his common sense caught up with him, his hands found themselves back around Andrew and before he knew it their lips were pressed together in a chaste but sweet kiss.
"Good night," he whispered shyly as he pulled back.
Andrew just smirked to himself slightly, shook himself out of the daze he found himself in.
"G'night, Kurt." He whispered back with a final peck to Kurt's lips. "See you soon."
The first thing Kurt did when he got back was the same thing he did every night – log on to IM to catch up with his friends from McKinley.
However, before he got caught up with all the latest gossip by Tina or into an argument with Mercedes over who dressed worse, Rachel Berry or _ at the _, something caught his eye:
-Andrew Jackson is online-
Kurt couldn't stop the smile escaping.
Kurt: Hi there :)
Andrew: Hey! Long time no speak! Lol!
Kurt: Did you actually just say lol?
Andrew: I thought it would make me seem cute?
Kurt: ...
Kurt: lol
Andrew: Kurt, I have to ask you a big favour.
Kurt: Sure, what's up?
Andrew: I know... it's really horrible for me to ask... but I'd rather you didn't tell anyone about us.
Kurt: ?
Andrew: It's just, I'm not out. And I know people at your school Kurt. I know people who know people... All it takes is the wrong person to find out about us and I could be ruined. I could loose my family my friends...
Kurt: Ok. I won't tell
Kurt: I have to go thought, see you soon.
Andrew: Bye, Kurt x
Andrew: See you
-Kurt Hummel is offline-
-Andrew Jackson is offline-
Kurt didn't know what to think anymore. A gorgeous guy was into him, and he couldn't tell anybody?
The world sucked some times, that much he knew. So he did the only thing he could think to do – picked up his phone and called Mercedes.