Ownership Disclaimer: Glee, nup. A Change in the Weather by cacophonylights, again a no. But my imagination I do, and pov too. Strong believer in relationships being about trust and forgiveness, love and tolerance. And huge doses of reality. **There are two borrowed paragraphs from A Change In The Weather, to help comparison, the rest are mine.

Rated M and Warning: May have Trigger Warnings. Especially if you're a bit of a sook, like me.


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I love A Change in the Weather by cacophonylights, and this is my Klaine pov.

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~ Blaine's pov A Change In The Weather ~

~ Part three ~

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Jaxon has returned to his bungalow, and finds Blaine snooping through his mail. He has reintroduced himself to Blaine with his real name, and let's continue ….

"What are you doing in here any way? Did you lose your way and discover I'm someone worthy of you, after all?"

"I told you I needed to speak with you. And I don't think you have any right to be snarky with me!" Cool, calm and collected, Blaine reminds Jaxon of suggested responsibilities.

Blaine sits down at the kitchenette table's single chair. Jaxon gives him a nod and eye that he's thinking of a reply, as he walks around his bungalow putting bathroom items away. He turns down his bed, comes back out to the living area and chooses the lounge chair.

The more distance he can put between them, the safer for his heart and relationship.

"It's quite simple really." Jaxon begins a long story, and keeps it short. "My heritage isn't something I'm ashamed about, but I don't want to be known for who I'm related to or for who I am, in my home country."

Puzzled but interested Blaine sits opposite him, on the couch. Sitting back but then leaning forward, he encourages Jaxon to continue.

"As you know I came over here on an exchange programme. And not wanting a complicated experience, I changed my name for a more…." Swirling of his hand in the air "A more American identity. There really is nothing else to explain. I'm not doing anything illegal, you and some others just know me with a different name."

He cracks his knuckles, keeping his hands together and sits back. Pursing his lips at the touch of his fingers, he watches Blaine processing and looking down at the table where the papers were found.

"So we just know you as someone with a different name?" Throwing his hands out in front, palms up … "And you don't think that's illegal? You don't think that's deception?" Sighs! "I'm speechless, no I'm not. That's pretending to be who you aren't…"

"Says you! Says you who goes by one name, but is different to whoever you're with."

"No, I don't see that at all."

"No, you wouldn't. But let's not talk about you. Let's not dwell on your reasoning." Jaxon gets up. "Blaine, I don't want to explain myself right now. It's kind of very late." Walks to the door. "If there isn't something in particular, I'd really like to continue this later, or not at all."

Blaine hasn't risen. Moving just his head to look at Jaxon, waving his arm to sit back down. "You were going to help me go over how to explain my, um, predicament with Kurt. When I see him."

"Ah right, that." Sits back down on the lounge chair. "Well? What do you think would be the best plan to rip a band aid off, if it were you hearing this from him?"

And that's an angle Blaine hadn't thought much of. Despite their attraction for sharing just fantasy ideas, he can't ever picture that Kurt would have done what he did. He also didn't think he would have done, what he did.

The reality is though, Kurt could have done the same. Having asked Sebastian to keep an eye on Kurt, guaranteed he wouldn't have to worry about anyone hassling the love of his life. Sebastian sure as hell wasn't going to hit on Kurt. And Kurt can't stand Sebastian.

But if it were him facing his beau, his beau wanting to explain, come clean and fix the same scenario, how would he want it worded, to himself.

"I think." Breathing in, staring at the table and wording carefully selected thoughts. "I'd just want him to say – 'I was with someone'. It doesn't indicate much, it doesn't show or explain much, but it gets right to the point."

"And what expression do you think you'll receive back?" Crossing up his legs in the chair and leaning forward too. "What do you expect will happen?" Now his eyes meet Jaxon's. Jaxon is just as serious as he is with this idea. What does he expect from Kurt? What does he want to achieve?

Blaine's own cheeks flush as his mouth drops open at the suggested thought. Eyes wide and tears brimming, he can see what damage will be done. He's seen that expression in Kurt before. He knows it will devastate Kurt, because it's wrong and horrible. And Kurt will probably say how he's been tempted too, but he didn't act on it.

And the love of his life, will most likely catch his breath in sobs, bite a finger trying to hold his composure. The love of Blaine's life, Kurt, will physically run away. He'll try to get as far from Blaine as he can. He won't listen anymore, he won't want to hear or understand anything Blaine will want to explain.

"Oh Jaxon! What have I done?"

"Blaine, you didn't do anything wrong. You were taken advantage of. Think of it like that. That is what happened, that is the explanation." Uncrossing legs, rubbing his own forehead with his signature right hand. "I don't know why you're beating yourself up about this." Leaning over and tapping the table for dramatics. "Will it make anything better if you tell him?" Answering his own question. "No, it won't do any good. You just want to clear your own conscience."

Jaxon knows he's helping, helping Blaine if not for himself, but for Blaine. Blaine and Kurt. "I say, you don't tell him. If he finds out, deal with that. But in the meantime, say nothing."

"Jaxon, I sent him a letter."

"What did you write in it?"

"That I miss him, I love him and I'm sorry for all of this. And I hope he'll forgive me. And that I've been trying to call him, leaving messages on his voice mail and texting him." Blaine's repeating what he remembers writing, speaking a little numb. "That I haven't heard from him or anyone. Oh except for Coop, my Mum and Dad."

"But did you actually tell him what you did?"

"No, of course not. I couldn't word that in a card."

"Then don't worry about that either. Jeeze Blaine, sometimes you don't think far ahead."

"I've not had a problem like this before."

"Well, don't think of the problem as a problem. Think of it as a puzzle and figure out a solution." Getting up, indicating for Blaine to get up and leave too, they both walk to the door. "That is how to have the upper hand, think in advance and plan."

As Blaine walks passed Jaxon, who's opened the door and is standing alongside it. He says "Thanks Jaxon." Jaxon puts a hand on Blaine's left shoulder, as he always does with everyone else, indicating a touch of goodbye.

Blaine stops at the touch, feels the pressure of a hand. More than just a hand though, a hand pushing friendship and a promise to an edge. He pulls out his mobile phone, indicating for Jaxon not to speak.

ringingKurt: "Hi you've rung Kurt Hummel, leave a message and I'll get back to you. Blaine I love you too."

"Kurt, I sent you a letter in a card. Please don't open it. It was written in a moment of stupidity. Please call me or text me? Or even write to me. The mail is still getting through then."

He nods to Jaxon and appreciatively grabs the hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks and, goodnight Jaxon."

"G'night Blaine. See you in the morning."

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toBlaine: Blaine, I got your card in the mail and I'm pretty confused. I've been calling you nearly every day and leaving messages on your voice mail. I've been sending you text messages. Seb, Rachel and Finn have too. None of us have heard from you. I'll call you in the morning. Sleep well. I love you too.

"I transferred schools to be with you, that doesn't make you feel loved?" Trying to calm down isn't easy.

"What are you doing here?" Kurt questions. "Shouldn't you be in Warbler's practice? Wait, don't tell me? Are you, did you really?" Excitement building, smiles so wide and breaths held.

"Kurt, this is cheating." Blood pressure raised high, discovery of things that hurt so much. "No it's okay, it's alright now!"

Blaine whispers so tenderly. "I was drunk, and …, and I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry." Kurt taps his fingertips together, resting back on the balls of his feet. "I, …. I don't know the first thing about sex, I'm like a,…. like a baby penguin."

"Kurt? …." "The touch of the finger tips is as sexy as it gets….."

"KURT!" He's literally got sweat dripping off him, his clothes are stuck and uncomfortable. Wiping his forehead doesn't do much, he gets up and goes to the en suite for a wash cloth.

Flipping on the light wakes Cooper. "Hey squirt, what're you doing?"

"Pisssshhh don't call me that." Startled and remembering that he'd picked Coop up from the airport last night, and they're in a hotel in the city. Big Brother to the rescue, Blaine's hero, saving him from a weekend of music camp.

"Bad dreams again?"

"Yeah, pretty bad." Puts an empty glass on the bathroom sink. "I'm real happy you're here, that I'm here." Turning over in the king size bed to face his Baby Bro. "Well, that's what I came to do. To rescue you from the evil clutches of a religious sect, that our Dad has sent you to."

"Ah yeah, bit over dramatic, but I get your point."

"Well my new role might have me parachuting from buildings and saving damsels in distress. So you're good practice for me."

"Ahuh. Hardly a damsel in distress, not even a damsel and I'm not needing you jumping from buildings or cable cars. But thanks for the sentiment." He changes his pyjamas, and swaps pillows with the spare bed.

Hopping back in, Cooper spoons him, wrapping his arms tight around his little Baby Bro. "Coop?" A quiet voice in the dark. "Yeah squirt." Blaine nips his brother's wrist under his chin. "Ow, alright, alright."

"Thanks for coming." Cooper nuzzles into his neck and squeezes him again. "Not a problem Blainey Bear."

"G'night Coop." Pursing his lips on Coop's wrist. "G'night Blainey Bear." Coop kisses the back of Blaine's head.

A comforting sibling sleep. They'll always have their difficulties, conflicting opinions and sibling rivalry, but their Mother's love and hand me down traditions from her upbringing, will always find them sleeping together.

A tradition frowned on by their Father, proof for him of why Blaine is 'Gay'. Cooper's straight, so that has his theory not proving much, after all.

inTheMorningRingingBlaine: "Hey Kurt, busy at the moment, I'll call you back as soon as I can. I love you. And you say I love you too. Okay, bye for now."

"Good morning Blaine. I heard Cooper is visiting you, so maybe I should try calling him instead, seeing as I got your voice mail again. I love you too."

ringingCoop: "Hey Squirt, Mum and everyone else. Leave a message, you know I'm good for the part. I'll call you back as soon as."

"Cooper Anderson, it's Kurt Hummel here. Can you give your phone to Blaine, so he can call me back? Thanks."

A zealous finger presses the number five. "Deleted!"

Not having moved much during their sleep, Blaine raises his head off the pillow and wiggles for Coop to release him. Cooper snuggles in more and tries to ignore his mobile phone sounding on the side table.

"Cooper, wake up." Cooper shakes his head and cuddles and squeezes. "No, I don't wanna go to school." Blaine holds his breath, lies rigidly and slowly counts in his mind to twenty. Soon enough at the number 15 mark Cooper gives in.

Turning over to kill the phone alarm clock. "You're still a little spoiled brat." At the moment of release Blaine quickly flips in the bed to face Cooper, in time for when Cooper comes back from the side table.

"Jeez you're quick." Blaine cuddles into his big brother's neck and Coop kisses the top of his Blainey Bear's head.

They cuddle like this until falling asleep again. A lazy Sunday morning, not needing to attend to any appointments. They can sleep in until check out time, when Cooper 'Savings dot com' Anderson feels like it.

Eventually tummies grumble and cue words of rising problems are mentioned. "Cooper" Blaine whispers to his neck. "What now?" "Lifesavers" "Lifesavers, really?"

Thrusting his hips his big bro's way. "Lifesavers!" repeats Cooper as he releases his little bro to get up.

ringingCoop: "Gloria, leave a message, you know I'm good for the part. I'll call you back as soon as. Hey little bro, you too squirt."

"Cooooopeeerrrrr, you're needed at the studios AYSAPPPP. YOU GOT THE PART BABY! I'll pick you up at 11am."

ringingTheRoomPhone:

"Hello."

"Good morning Mr Anderson, this is the front desk ringing on your wife's behalf. She want's you to know that your clothes are ready at the dry cleaners."

Cooper smashes the phone down as he jumps outta bed. "BLAINE! BLAINE!"

"What the hell Coop?" Blaine's head appears from the en suite, his brother only uses his name for seriousness.

"I GOT ITTTTT!" Running over, Blaine scrambles up to join him in jumping up and down on the bed.

The room buzzer sounds. They grab each other's hands and the bed wobbles to a stop. Frozen looking at each other's eyes, anticipating another sound from the buzzer.

It doesn't sound again, Cooper knows they've gotta get ready, Gloria will be picking them up in twenty minutes.

Once ready they head down to the hotel foyer, Gloria's there waiting with a huge smile.

She embraces Cooper and he pecks her cheek. "Great to see you Gloria, how's your husband?"

"He's well, he sends his congratulations. Hello Blaine, it's been a while, how are you?" She hugs him, he hugs back. "Great Gloria. Good to see you too. How's your nephew?"

"Yeah he's doing well. Swimming lessons, gorgeous girls to fight off. Thanks to you and your man-scaping."

Blaine blushes and looks down coyly.

They move on and sit at a cafe for breakfast, enjoying pancakes, cereal, bacon and eggs. Gloria watches and admires how the men in front of her, move in synchronicity. One picks his knife and fork up, the other a spoon and cinnamon. One cuts, scoops and eats, the other stirs, scoops and lifts to his mouth. Observers will always wonder if they're watching identical twins, who look nothing alike. Two inches apart in height, one slimmer, both dressing so differently. But yet a comparison, or no comparison because moving together, at the exact same moment, just with different items, is like watching pre-programmed robots.

Robots who smile naturally and enjoy their time together, eating human food and drinking classy glasses of juice, coffee and wiping their mouths with serviettes in the same way as the other, a moment apart. Gloria thinks Amazing, just amazing. She smiles and winks to a child, transfixed, watching two men, that she knows, will be bigger celebrities than who Cooper Anderson is just now.

She nods to the child and he comes over with a notebook and pen, handing it to Cooper. "Could, could I please have your autograph?" A gush of surprise escapes Cooper, again. "Yeah, sure. What's your name?" ….

The day progresses to sharing quality brother time, that Blaine's missed so much. He tags along to all of Cooper's little meetings, bigger meetings, costume fittings and runs errands like picking up his script and getting coffee.

Appearing as an apprentice lackey, he blends into the background. The background of not too many big worries. The worries associated with having to perform and pretend.

Perform and pretend, that's how Blaine's beginning to feel of his relationships. With Kurt, with Jaxon and with his Dad.

Certainly pretending with Sebastian, pretending to be friendly. Separation from Kurt was going to be difficult, but knowing that Sebastian wasn't interested in Kurt 'that' way, gave Blaine security that Kurt would be there, when Blaine returned.

Although? Although something is amiss in his memory of what Sebastian had said was happening during his own summer break.

**"Ten weeks and I'll be back," Blaine had said, "I'll come back to you." Kurt had smiled at the promise, even as his heart ached, because Blaine had been looking at him with big, sincere eyes and anyway the time for argument was long since passed. "Okay," Kurt said, and it reminded him of that day in his bedroom when it was the only response he could give to his world shattering. "I love you," Blaine had whispered against his lips, kissed him softly one last time. "I love you too," Kurt replied, and then Blaine was pulling away.

"Blaine?" Cooper sits heavily against his baby bro. "Blaine you with us?"

"Oh, Coop, right, sorry." Day dreams and night mares have become somewhat of a norm lately.

"We can go now. Come on, let's go get dinner. Gloria left us her car."

Driving back to the music camp, Blaine leans back in his seat and watches Cooper driving. Cooper humming with the song playing quietly from the stereo, the gentle rocking of the car, exhaustion from too much thinking, Blaine smiles at his brother's comforting presence.

toBlainefromSeb: I'm keeping a good eye on Kurt, he's fine. It was good spending time with you, before you left. Thanks for trusting me with your little pet.

Yeah. Thinks Blaine. Something's not quite right.

**"Livvie, that's my sister, is back in town to get ready for her wedding," Sebastian tells him. "She and Brian are getting married in Pennsylvania at the end of August in Brian's hometown, but my parents insisted they come stay with us for the summer so that my Mum can help with the last minute details. It's all just really an excuse for them to show off the 'good kid' who's actually doing something with her life and settling down, but whatever. The point is they've got all these parties and family events planned for the whole fucking summer and I'm going to be expected to bring my 'boyfriend' to all of them. So I'd need someone around for awhile."

When he can, Blaine needs Cooper to visit Kurt. And the sooner the camp finishes, the sooner he'll be back to Kurt.

Blaine rouses from his slumber, when the car stops completely. The music no longer playing and the warmth of outside air rushing in when Cooper opens his car door.

He's just sitting, with his eyes closed and wishing he were lying down. He can hear a conversation.

"You must be Cooper, Blaine's brother."

"Hi, yes I am."

"I'm Jaxon, Jaxon Fontaine."

Blaine's eyes open suddenly. Oh please, please make the end of this camp finish soon?

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Blaine has Kurt against the hallway wall. Holding him still with his body as heavy pressure, left hand cupping under Kurt's right ear. Fingers reaching around and his thumb gently holding his ear lobe. Right hand on the wall, far left of Kurt, bracing Blaine in place. Leaning into Kurt's left, whispering as softly as possible. "Kurt, I will never, ever, cheat on you again." Wanting to believe him, Kurt bites his lip to keep from speaking and also to quell an issue that is also taking his breath away.

"Blaine." Grabbing shirt material with the left hand and the right one pushing his hip, whilst noticing something else from Blaine and speaking just as quietly. "Blaine, if you like me, if you love me, then can't you wait?"

Blaine wakes yelling, "KURT!" The sun light gently peeks into the room and another morning has him drenched in perspiration. Blaine's heart is pounding and this time, he sits up too fast and tumbles out of bed.

"Blaine? You alright?" Cooper scrambles over Blaine's side and down to be with him. Blaine's shaking his head and trembling with shock.

Coop comforts him with his tight brotherly hug, Blaine can't hide into him enough.

They're like this for a considerable amount of time, eventually being disturbed with a knock on the door. "Who could that be at this hour?" But they don't move.

Four more rounds of knocking and eventually Jaxon has to call out. "Blaine, Cooper. I'll see you in the breakfast hall."

Cooper can feel Blaine stress, and he feels him speaking into his chest. "Jaxon's been good. I've been missing alarms."

"Well that may be, but I sense you've got more going on with him, than you're letting me know." He moves his Baby Bro around to get up off that cold floor. "After brekky then?"

"Yeah sure, after brekky."

After brekky comes, the three of them have gone into town and are seated in a comfortable café. Safe in a quiet secluded area, away from prying ears and eyes. Cooper slipped the waitress a few eyebrow raising notes for privacy. "We're going be a little while. Can you bring me a menu, for the other three tables too." Circling his hand around the surrounding area, he winks. She nods and smiles, blushing involuntarily, and places reserved name plates on said tables.

Blaine starts a summary of the first party. He can remember most parts of it. Everyday away was counted, and that was day seven. It was someone's birthday. He can remember drinking a little too much.

Games and dancing were fun. Singing up on stage by himself and with others was hilarious at times. Some couldn't keep up with the karaoke machine and others had no thought to being tone deaf.

He'd been aware of a few girls eyeing him, that was a given. And one or two guys were gorgeous and flirty with him, but only in fun. No one was seriously being hit on. Jaxon he found a real attraction drawing him in, but had no plans to act on.

It was Blaine who let himself wonder about, the warmth of the drink messing with his heart. His heart that was aching, with ears and arms, for Kurt.

Someone had been singing Blackbird, not as high, but just as soulful as Kurt. Blaine's eye caught Jaxon on the other side of the room. Sitting behind a female friend, chatting over her shoulder into her ear. She'd laughed, turned around and playfully messed his hair and kissed him.

Jaxon laughed with her, leaned back from the kiss and fell backwards. As he was falling back, he'd look in Blaine's direction and they'd caught sight of one another. Coming back up, he nodded to Blaine, who nodded back.

That's all Blaine needed to rattle him, he left the room for a quieter location. He needed Kurt's voice, but got his voice mail. "Hey, Kuuuuurrttt. I'm a little rdunk. It's someone's birfdayyyyyyy. I LOVE YOUUUUUUU"

The rest of the party flowed smoothly. Blaine noted Jaxon left with some others, he stayed to try and help with cleaning. On his way back to his bungalow, he remembered he'd seen Jaxon coming out of the one alongside his, the other morning.

Their schedules clashed, other than the introductory day he hadn't seen him much.

Stirring his cuppa too long, Cooper grabs the one holding the saucer. "Kurt says he hasn't received any voice messages or texts from you." Blaine looks up into Coop's eyes with tears welling in his own. "Are you sure you've dialled the right number?"

"He's number one on my phone Coop. He's been my number one since we swapped numbers."

"Alright go on then. This is weird but interesting."

Jaxon gets up. "I don't want to hear about me just now. I'll leave you two for the moment. I'll be…. " nods to the rest rooms.

"Yeah, no problems Jax." Blaine smiles at him, knowing how recognition for being present and leaving is just as important for Jaxon and it is for him. "I'll keep it to the point." They share a worried look. Worried from Jaxon, but reassurance from Blaine.

"Jaxon, you're not the bad guy here." That stops Jaxon, who turns back. "Blaine, neither are you."

Blaine looks to Cooper and then back at his coffee. "Continue."

Big sigh!

"Well, the next party was two days later and ….."

Had been a blast. Rumour had it was Jaxon's birthday, but he wouldn't admit that, so everyone was celebrating their birthday together as one. Jaxon was reserved out of classes, especially around Blaine and two of the other guys. The girl he'd been chatting with the other night, had told Blaine that yes, he was gay, had just got out of a long relationship, which no, he wasn't the one that was dumped.

He was from overseas, she continued, she'd known him a very long time and they had applied together for this music programme. Management wouldn't let them bunk together because, no reason given for this rule or many of their other very strict rules. She had attended last year, and while the technology blackout was annoying at first, eventually your focus improved. Blaine still complained that his drive was sufficient and that some rules seemed irrational.

She enquired about Blaine's love life, he was honest and that his Father's request of breaking up with Kurt had been hurtful. Even though he was accepting that his Father's beliefs would never change, he teeter tottered with hope of him coming around, always craving for the Father like Burt Hummel. Blaine gave too much detail about his own brother, which had her looking forward to hopefully one day, she might meet.

She commiserated with Blaine, her relationship with her Mother was a mixed bag. Parents, confusing relationships of instructions, respect for them as your elder but when their own humanity breech levies, hurt and arguments always rile.

Jaxon had caught them hugging, and she was crying, misunderstanding and coming to her defence. Eventually order was restored and Jaxon said he'd keep a more careful eye on his neighbour. Smiles and friendly winks shared, Blaine blushing and laughter erupted.

"To think that I was worried about him getting fresh with me." Blaine and Cooper are rested back in their chairs, Blaine shifts forward. "And then I just, …. I relaxed with finally finding some peace for the last eight days and preceding months. She encouraged me to come to this next party and that I needed to get out of my shell a bit more. Meet more participants out of the class setting, relax and focus." Big sigh, knowing what the next part of the story was going to reveal, shame crosses his face.

"That sounds a little contradictory."

"It just happened naturally and felt really comfortable." Sitting back again, checking for if Jaxon should be coming back. "I put aside my studies for class time and homework only, I compartmentalised it, in my mind. And then ….." Rubbing his knuckles and then his forehead.

"And then what?"

"Cutting to the chase, it was a great party. There was heaps of food, but I don't think I ate enough, so I got a little drunk, but I don't think it was any worse than the other night. As you know I don't do drugs, and I'd been careful to see what others were doing. But at some stage in the night, my mind has forgotten bits."

"Sketchy then?"

"Yep sketchy. They were handing out 'Smarties', but I didn't take any. I put the ones I was given into my sleeve. I remember eating when I felt a little drunk, chatting, drinking water then, singing more. It's a music camp, we do lots of music things. We were adlibbing about the teachers, both here and the others that we know. Some guy actually knows Mr Schue from somewhere else, and he does a great impression of him….." Jaxon comes out of the rest room, they nod they're not finished and he goes to sit at another seat around the corner. Out of sight, easier to be spoken about.

"Go on."

"Well, food, drinking, mucking around and chatting. Jaxon and I were just talking as we walked back to our bungalows, I don't even remember what about. Nothing indicating to either of us, well to me, that…." Big sigh! "We stopped at his steps, chatted, sat down, and then I just was looking at him. And then my mind went into auto pilot. I remember him leaning away from me, and the look in his eye was one I'd seen in Kurt's one time. That time, with Kurt, I'd let him pull back, but this time my mind wouldn't allow it. And honestly, even though I could see it was Jaxon and feel and know it was him, my mind separated and I was just also thinking of Kurt."

"Would you guys like another coffee and maybe something to eat?"

"Yes." Says Cooper. "A round of sandwiches for us and more coffee. Ask the gentleman that came with us, he's around there. Ask him what he'd like, thankyou." Back to Blaine. "And…"

"And a few hours later I woke up in his bed. I knew exactly what I'd done, but still don't remember making the thoughts before that I was going to do anything. It really just happened…."

"Then I remember phoning Kurt, and getting his voicemail again,.."

"Hi you've rung Kurt Hummel, leave a message and I'll get back to you. Blaine I love you too."

"I left a message."

"Kurt, I ummmm." a zipping sound can be heard. "Kurt, I had too much to drink last night and I made a big mistake. And I really need to speak with you."

Jaxon is coming back with a tray of food. "I sent him some text messages…"

toKurt: Kurt?
toKurt: Kurt? I do love you.
toKurt: Kurt, I'm so sorry but I can't do this just for now. I'll concentrate on the rest of the time here. I'll call you back and text you, when you phone or text me.
toKurt: I forgot to write that I love you so very much. So very, very much. And I'm really sorry.

"And I've been trying to get hold of him ever since. You've rung, I've rung you. And now here we are." Waves both his arms out and around.

Jaxon joins the conversation. "Ah you've got to here now then?"

"Yes, I've finally gotten to here. I think I did us justice."

Cooper waits for Jaxon to sit, lets him have a sip of his drink and interrupts before he takes a bite. "And what have you got to say about this."

Jaxon doesn't like the insinuation from Cooper and replies with heartfelt respect for himself and Blaine. "I didn't hear all that Blaine has said to you, but, I didn't feel him being led astray by myself, himself or anyone. A few ladies liked him, a few of us guys like him. But none of us advanced on one another. We're all here for the music. We've all got baggage and …."

"Whoa!" Cooper's not happy with this reply. "What do you mean none of you advanced on the other, and what was it? You're all here for the music?" A single sarcastic clap of his hands. "No red blooded guy is going to buy that."

"Coop…" Blaine won't have Jaxon being attacked. "It doesn't matter what they believe and choose to buy. Of what I saw, no one was advancing on me or Jaxon and the other way around."

"No, if you want to believe that, but I'm not buying it."

Jaxon defends Blaine back. "We know what we did. We know how we felt, and your brother has been beating himself up about this ever since."

"And I suppose you haven't 'advanced' since then." Incredulity on Cooper's face that anyone having had his brother once, wouldn't again.

"Blaine made me promise to leave him be, and not touch him. And even though I am burning with desire…." Jaxon's turn to blush deep red at this admission. "…I respect our friendship more, until he gives me permission to…."

ringingCoop: "Hey Squirt, Mum and everyone else. Leave a message, you know I'm good for the part. I'll call you back as soon as."

"Mr Anderson, it's Mr Kurt Hummel calling, again…."

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