Eeek! I cannot believe this story is on chapter three already! :D I honestly didn't expect more than maybe one or two people to read it when I posted the first chapter! Thanks again to everyone who has taken an interest in this fic, particularly reviewers. Your comments really help to improve this story.

A special shoutout to Rene95, my first reviewer and also gave me a really helpful review after chapter 2 I'll try and get some 'action and a bit of cheating' in the story at some point specially for you ;)

This chapter is a lot more musical, and I've taken some artistic license in a version of 'Sami' by Darren Criss, let me know what you think. I just thought the lyrics were perfect for what Blaine is going through.

So, without further ado, on to chapter 3!


Share my life, take me for what I am

'cause I'll never change all my colours for you

Take my love, I'll never ask for too much

Just all that you are, and everything that you do

I don't really need to look very much further

I don't wanna have to go where you don't follow

I won't hold it back again, this passion inside

Can't run from myself, there's nowhere to hide

Kurt stood at the edge of the stage and belted out one of his many big ballads, projecting his voice right out to the back row where Mr Sands was sitting with his arms folded across his chest, looking contemplative. It was almost the end of the first week of rehearsals for Risking It with a New Yorker, or 'Risking It' as it was now being shortened to by cast and crew. He looked to his left, and saw Blaine walk on from the wings into a second spotlight and sing the chorus:

Don't make me close one more door

I don't wanna hurt anymore

Stay in my arms if you dare

Or must I imagine you there?

Don't walk away from me

I have nothing, nothing, nothing

If I don't have you…

You, you you…

They walked towards each other across the front of the stage, as they acted out Jason and Reece's romantic getting-back-together scene whilst singing the amazing and incredibly emotional song. This was the first time they'd ran the song through all the way properly, and they were both a little nervous about it. Kurt, because he was worried about what Mr Sands reaction to it would be. Kurt knew that this was one of the most important and emotional scenes in the whole musical, and if everything wasn't perfect, then all the drama and effectiveness would be lost.

Blaine however, was nervous for a very different reason. He was nervous because this song was just so perfect for how he felt at the moment. How he felt about Kurt and everything that had happened five years ago… What if Kurt noticed? What if he could see how much it meant to Blaine, and got angry or upset? What if he realised that Blaine was lying? He'd hate him even more then… What if…?

Blaine snapped out of his inner turmoil when the music stopped all of a sudden. His eyes snapped into focus, and when they focused on Kurt, he was looking at Blaine with a confused and questioning look on his face. "Blaine?" He raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms, "Care to join me in this duet?"

Blaine just looked even more confused at this, and his mouth flapped open and shut like a fish's. He had been singing, hadn't he?

Mr Sands spoke into a microphone from where he was sitting at the back of the auditorium, and his voice came booming out of the speaker next to Blaine. "Blaine, you missed you cue. Remember you join in with Kurt on the second chorus? You were just kind of… stood there."

"Oh," Blaine hadn't even noticed this, was he really that phased out? "I'm sorry, John. I was kind of… distracted."

"From the top guys."

They ran the scene six more times, thankfully Blaine didn't miss any more cues, then John told them they could go back to their dressing rooms for an hour or so as he needed to run a different scene which neither of them were in. They walked together off stage and out of the auditorium, but instead of turning towards the corridor which their dressing rooms were situated along, Kurt grabbed Blaine's arm and asked him something that caught Blaine totally off-guard.

"Hey do you want to go sit in the café or something for a bit? Grab a coffee? It gets boring sitting in our dressing rooms all alone sometimes." He looked at Blaine hopefully, who was a little shocked. Why was he inviting him for coffee? Didn't he hate Blaine?

"Oh, um… Sure. I could use a coffee actually." Blaine followed Kurt in the opposite direction to their dressing rooms and into the front café. He stepped up to the counter and asked for a medium drip for himself and Grande low-fat mocha for Kurt. Kurt looked surprised when Blaine ordered for him

"You remember my High School coffee order?" he raised a delicate eyebrow and smirked at Blaine. Who was looking a little embarrassed.

"Oh, well I uh, I just have a good memory, that's all. Do you still drink that? I guess I should have asked really…" He blushed and looked down.

"No, I still drink that. Although I haven't actually ordered a low-fat one for a while; Michael's always saying how I'm perfect the way I am and that I don't have to worry about fat… He's like that sometimes." Kurt had a glint in his eye and a fond smile playing around his lips, which made Blaine's heart sink just a little lower in his chest.

"Oh, right. So, uh, you really love Michael then?"

"Of course," Kurt answered without hesitation, "I have done for a long while time… But he still manages to amaze me every day. He always seems to know exactly what to do and say to me."

"That sounds nice…" the two sat in silence for a few minutes, as Blaine thought about how Kurt had always known what to do and say to him, and how nobody since then had really done that. None of them were anything like Kurt. Not one.

"How about you and Millie? You both looked really happy the other day when I saw you out there. I haven't seen her all this week…"

"Oh, I haven't actually seen her either. She's in California at the moment, on a girly holiday with a bunch of her friends. That's probably why we looked so snuggly the other day, I was actually saying goodbye to her." Blaine stared into his coffee, embarrassed. He and Millie were already starting to grow apart and they'd only been together a few weeks. He just couldn't gel with anybody like he did with Kurt… He didn't feel comfortable enough around any of them. He and Millie would probably end up splitting up when she got home. She'd dump him, just like all the others had. Just like Kurt had.

"Ooooh that sounds nice! I could really use a holiday… After this musical's over I'm going to take Michael kicking and screaming onto a plane and we're going somewhere warm and sunny, with sandy beaches, and I am going to tan this snow white skin of mine."

Blaine shook his head and looked at Kurt sternly, "Kurt, you know you can't tan, you'll just end up like a lobster!"

"Better than being a china doll"

"Kurt, your skin is beautiful and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise." Blaine bit his lip as soon as he said this… Jeez did I really just call him beautiful? Blaine really needed to get his foot-in-mouth disease cured.

Kurt just smiled a little shyly, "You think I'm beautiful?"

"Your skin, I said your skin was beautiful. You know, not that the rest of you isn't good looking too, you are. You're very good looking, but I don't see you that way anymore you know? You do have great skin though…" Blaine laughed awkwardly and rubbed his eyes. "I'm just gonna stop talking now…"

Kurt was laughing at Blaine, who was now blushing furiously. "Don't worry about it Blaine. I think your skin's beautiful too." Kurt was joking around, but Blaine still felt a twang of pain and regret go through his heart when Kurt said those words. What had he done? Why the hell did he ever let Kurt get away from him? He should tell him the truth. Tell him that he was still in love with him and that's the real reason why he hasn't gone out with another guy since Kurt. Not because he's straight, but because there's only room in his heart for one man. And that man is Kurt, whether Kurt reciprocates it or not.

Both Kurt and Blaine had finished their coffees by now, so they made their way back to the dressing rooms. As soon as Blaine shut his door, he shut his eyes and leant back against it, sighing loudly. He slid down the door until he was curled up at the base of it, head in his hands, and he just let himself fall apart. Why am I doing this to myself? Blaine couldn't believe himself. He had only been rehearsing for a week with Kurt, one week and that was enough to make him into this pathetic sobbing mess. Why can't you see what you're doing to me, Kurt? Blaine thought, and then suddenly had an idea. He got up slowly, and shuffled over to the other side of the room where his guitar was leaning against the coffee table. He picked it up and ran his hands up and down the neck affectionately. He sat on the arm of the sofa, plucking the strings gently and playing some soft chords. When he had gotten into a bit of a pattern, he started to put words to what he was saying.

I've seen his face, I've heard his name

I've lost my place and he's to blame

And I can't stand it

When I'm staring in his eyes

And he's not looking back

It ain't a big surprise

Blaine settled into the rhythm of the song, and was lost in thoughts of Kurt as he improvised the next verse.

I've heard music, I've heard noise

I wish that he could hear his voice

The way that I do

When I go to sleep at night

And dream my life away

But he's gone when I awake

He lifted his voice just a little bit, not thinking or caring about who could hear him, and belted out the chorus as he strummed confidently on his guitar.

Kurt, please

Kurt, please

Why can't you see

What you're doing to me?

Kurt looked up from the latest issue of Vogue when he heard his name being called, no, sang from somewhere nearby. He got up and opened his door, looking up and down the corridor. His eyes widened as he realised that the music was coming from inside Blaine's room. He tiptoed across and laid an ear gently against Blaine's door, straining his ears to hear the song as well as he possibly could.

The way his hair falls in his eyes

Makes me wonder if he'll

Ever see through my disguise

And I'm under his spell

Everything is falling

But I don't know where to land

And he just knows where he is

But he don't know who I am

Kurt, please

Kurt, please

Why can't you see

What you're doing to me?

Oh my god, thought Kurt, he's singing about me… Why would he do that? Kurt was confused and a little worried and very embarrassed. He hoped nobody else could hear this song, it sounded very private and even Kurt was ashamed of listening to it when obviously Blaine wouldn't want him to. He knew he shouldn't eavesdrop, but he was fascinated by Blaine's singing and playing. He's even better when he's alone… Kurt thought. When he's just singing for himself. Not for me, or anybody else.

I see you singing on that stage

You look just like an angel

And all I do is pray

That maybe

Someday you'll hear my song

And understand that all along

There's something more that I'm trying to say

When I say

'Someday you'll hear my song'… Kurt blushed, I'm hearing it now…

Kurt, please

Kurt, please

Why can't you see

What you're doing to me?

Blaine sighed and laid his guitar down when he'd finished. He definitely felt better now, after releasing all his emotion on that song and just letting it out. He quickly jumped into songwriter-mode though, grabbing some paper to scrawl down what he could remember of the music and the lyrics. It had been quite a good song for an improv, and he could use it again perhaps. But the main reason why he wanted it written down was because maybe, one day, he could show it to Kurt. He could finally show him all the emotions and confused feelings he was experiencing right now, his life in turmoil since deciding to risk it with that blue-eyed New Yorker and audition for a role in the same play, when he had known that Kurt was auditioning and would obviously get the part.

Kurt tiptoed silently back into his dressing room, and sat down on the couch to think. He chewed his fingers nervously, what was he going to do about Blaine? He could confront him, and ask him what that song was about and why he was singing about Kurt. Or, he could just act like he hadn't heard it and leave Blaine to fight this battle alone, go back to the way he was before he had got cast in this goddam musical.


When Michael arrived at the restaurant that morning, he walked in to the kitchen, hung up his coat, put on his apron, and began setting up as usual. He walked back to the front door and turned the sign around so it read 'open', and saw a young man with wavy blonde hair running down the street, red-faced and flustered. Michael chuckled, trust Jason to be late -he was incredibly clumsy and awkward, and tardiness always seemed to go hand in hand with those qualities.

He bustled through the door, and almost walked right into Michael. Michael grabbed the shorter man's arms as he stumbled past him, and laughed again at the flustered young man. "Dear lord," said Jason in his adorable British accent. "I swear I'm such a dizzy blonde… Sorry I'm late Michael, I was on the phone to my mum, she just rang from England and wouldn't let me go…" He was looking nervous and awkward; he was still the new guy and trying to make Michael not fire him for being such a clutz.

"Don't worry about it, Jason. I only just got here myself." Michael smiled as Jason breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to the kitchen, tripping over his feet and having to grab onto the counter to steady himself before going through the door. Michael heard a clatter from inside, then an "I'm okay!" from within, followed by laughter emanating from his other colleagues. How is he so adorable? Thought Michael, making his way over to the kitchen too.

Throughout the day however, Michael began to realise that although Jason was incredibly clumsy, he was a master in the kitchen. He received many compliments for the food that Jason produced, and it looked fantastic. He not only managed to make delicious food, but he was efficient and got it all done without making the customers wait too long, and seemed to be a lot less clumsy when using kitchen utensils instead of something remarkably simpler like a door, or just walking. This was a relief to Michael; he didn't enjoy it when digits were lost in his kitchen, and had been a little concerned about what Jason's knife skills would turn out to be like.

At the end of a long day in his popular restaurant, which more people seemed to be flocking to after the previous day's news report, Michael pulled Jason to the side to speak to him in private about his first day.

"Oh god, I'm fired aren't I? Is it because I dropped that tray of food earlier? I swear, I'm so sorry and I-"

"Jason! You're not fired." Michael smiled slightly, seeing Jason do that cute little relieved sigh, "I was actually going to congratulate on what a great job you did today. Lots of customers complimented your food, and I think you're one of the fastest working chefs I've ever seen. Besides myself, of course." Michael winked at Jason and saw the younger man's eyes widen in disbelief.

"I, I'm not fired? I did a good job?" Jason looked startled, his eyes were darting around nervously, and he was blushing furiously at the compliments from Michael.

"You did a fantastic job. You've certainly impressed me, Jason." Michael patted Jason soothingly on the arm, and felt butterflies in his stomach at the skin-on-skin contact between them.

Jason blinked a little at the contact too, looking down at his arm when Michael had removed his hand. When he looked back up to Michael, their eyes met and both of them stood there for a few seconds, lost for words. When it got awkward, Michael just let out a small laugh and turned to walk away.

"Michael!" Jason called back, but when Michael turned around and met his gaze, realised that he didn't have a clue what he was going to say. "I, uh… Thanks."

"Any time," smiled Michael, "don't forget to lock up." Then he turned on his heel and left the restaurant.

Michael took a few deep breaths when he got out into the crisp city air. Focus Michael. Think of your business. Think of Kurt. He flagged down a cab and when he got in, his phone started to ring in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw from the caller ID that it was Kurt himself calling. Michael answered the phone and put it up to his ear. "Heeeello beautiful." He smiled as Kurt laughed at his response.

"Hey honey, I was just wondering when you were getting home? I'm lonely…" Michael could practically hear the pout on his boyfriend's face. It was so sweet that Kurt felt lonely when he wasn't there!

"I've just got in the cab; I'll be home in ten minutes. Why, did you have something in mind?"

"Not really, I've just had a long day and I miss you."

"Aw, rehearsals not go well?"

"The rehearsing was fine; it was more the Blaine issue that put a damper on my day."

"Issue? He's not giving you grief about your million-years-ago break up, is he? I swear he needs to get over himself…" Michael practically spat these words down the phone. He had seen a change in Kurt since he started rehearsing with that guy again, and he really didn't trust him at all. Kurt had said that Blaine had practically been cheating on him when they broke up, so what was this guy's problem?

"Michael, don't be like that… Blaine's a good guy really. It's just really difficult, you know? He brings back a load of memories I guess…"

"Bad ones?"

"Not necessarily bad… Just memories."

"Well if he keeps making you so depressed like this, I might have to go and have a word with him. What'd he do today?" Michael sighed, he was sick of hearing everything that Blaine had been doing to make Kurt feel uncomfortable or making him remember things that seemed to get him down.

"Michael, please be nice. It's really not that bad, he just sang this song about me…"

"He what? He serenaded you?"

"Not serenaded, I wasn't even supposed to be listening-"

"Oh so now you're chasing him around too? Are you sure that you're over him?" Michael knew he was being cruel, but he was really getting tired of this whole thing.

"Michael!" Kurt sounded hurt and angry, and Michael immediately felt bad. "How could you even say that?"

"Look, I'm sorry…"

"You know what? It doesn't even matter. I thought that I was calling you to tell you a nice thing, about how much I was missing my lovely boyfriend, but it turns out that I accidentally dialled the wrong number and called my bastard boyfriend."

Kurt cut Michael off, who dropped his phone into his lap and slumped back in his seat, groaning and rubbing his face.

"Girlfriend troubles?" asked the cab driver, looking sympathetic.

"Boyfriend troubles, actually. But yeah, I guess that conversation could have gone better…" Michael looked into the rear view mirror from his back seat, and saw the driver looking rather uncomfortable. "What's wrong, got a problem with that?"

"No, no of course not…" But the driver didn't speak again for the entire trip. Michael decided not to tip him, and when he got back to his apartment, he looked around for Kurt but couldn't find him anywhere. He took out his mobile and dialled Kurt's number, only to find Kurt's abandoned phone ringing from the bedroom. Great, thought Michael, just great.


Kurt wandered down the street, hugging his scarf closer around his neck against the cool chill. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew that he wanted to put off seeing Michael for a little while. How could he have said that? He knew that Kurt was going through a lot lately with the intense rehearsals and Blaine drama on top of that, and he accused Kurt of still being in love with Blaine? We broke up five years ago; I think I'm over him…

But that was the problem. Kurt had thought he was over him, but everyday when he saw Blaine he found that harder and harder to believe. He felt awful about it, guilty even. He loved Michael and didn't want to hurt his feelings. But, then again, Michael obviously had no regard for Kurt's feelings or he wouldn't have said that to him about Blaine. Michael had said he understood why Blaine was still important to Kurt, understood that he had been Kurt's first and only other boyfriend besides Michael. But he couldn't have meant it, or he wouldn't have said what he did to Kurt.

He sighed, deciding to just let it go from his mind for a bit. He really couldn't be bothered to think about that now, he wanted to just relax and have a bit of fun for one night, was that too much to ask? Kurt made a pact with himself to not think of Michael or Blaine for the rest of the evening, and instead gave Rachel Berry a call. Rachel lived not far away from where Kurt currently was, he could walk it in ten minutes then have a nice girly evening for the first time in ages.

"Kurt! Honey I have missed you so much…" Rachel slurred the words out and Kurt could hear music and other people talking loudly in the background. "How come you don't visit anymore, Kurt? You smell nice…"

Okay, Berry was definitely drunk. Rachel was a LOT of fun when drunk, so Kurt just had to ask, "Hey Rachel, where are you? You sound like you're having fun, mind if I join?"

"Course not, Kurtsie wurtsie… I'm at my house silly! Where else could I be?"

"Well, you- ugh, never mind," Kurt knew that trying to talk sense into a drunk Rachel was like trying to get blood out of a stone. "Why are you having a party?"

"Finn organi*hiccup*, organis*hiccup*, orga*hiccup*, he arranged it because we haven't had anyone over in ages… You should come, Kurtsie! I like you a lot!"

"Gee, thanks Rach. I'll be there in 10."

"Bring Mikey, he's nice too."

"Uh…" Kurt was most definitely NOT bringing Michael, and damn now he'd broken his pact. Stupid Rachel. "He can't come, he's busy." Kurt lied, then said goodbye against Rachel's pleads and protests and continued walking along the quiet streets towards Rachel and Finn's house.

When he arrived, he could hear music pumping out loudly before the door was even open. The lights weren't on, but from the dots of coloured lights seen in the windows, he guessed that Rachel had brought out her vast lamp collection and scattered them around the house. He let himself in with his spare key, and was a little surprised at the amount of people that had squeezed into Rachel and Finn's tiny home. Kurt was sure they didn't know all of these people, about 99% of whom were already drunk out of their minds and dancing madly to the ear-splitting music. Perfect thought Kurt, he really wanted to get drunk and party tonight, to take his mind off of all the crazy in his life at the moment.

He edged around the drunken dancers, who were all grinding up against each other and him as he weaved his way towards the kitchen. In there he found Rachel, giving a very happy Finn a lap dance. She rubbed herself all over him to the catcalls and cheers of the other people in the room, and Kurt found himself laughing and blushing a little. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and sipped it whilst waiting for her to finish. The dance ended with a very dirty looking make out session with Finn, and when they were finally done, Kurt approached.

"Well well well, Miss Berry I did not know you were such a little minx at heart. Great lap dance by the way." He winked and grinned at her, and she laughed a little too loudly for her to be anywhere near sober.

"Oh Kurtsie, are you jealous?" She giggled and hiccupped as Kurt raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

"No, I'd rather have one from Finn!" Finn looked a little bewildered and shocked, but Kurt eased him, "Just kidding, Finn. Don't worry!"

"So you decided to join the party," Rachel stated, picking up a glass of wine from the counter, "I'm ever so glad, Mr Hummel. Would you care to join me in a dance?" She asked in a fake British accent, and Kurt accepted and led her through to the living room just as the song changed to a particularly loud and strong-rhythmed tune. They danced madly, head banging and playing air guitar, and with every sip of his beer Kurt felt the weights of his stresses slowly lifting from his shoulders. They drank and danced and drank some more for the next couple of songs, Kurt mysteriously getting through almost three beers, when the doorbell buzzed loudly. "I'll get it!" called Rachel, and she danced across the room and over to the door. Kurt followed her, and when she pulled the door open around ten or twelve people were standing on the doorstep with crates of beer and bottles of vodka. She cheered and invited them in, and Kurt felt a slap in the face when he saw one of the last people to come through the door.

"Blaine?" Kurt called, noticing the short, curly haired man stepping into the chaos that was Rachel's house. Blaine looked up and Kurt noticed a fleeting look of panic cross his face, which then disappeared when a young girl snaked her arm around his waist and pulled him towards the living room. Blaine gestured for her to go ahead, and she gave him a quick kiss on the lips before heading to the living room alone. Blaine walked over to Kurt sheepishly, and mumbled a quiet hello. "I thought you said Millie was on holiday?" Kurt raised a delicate eyebrow and saw Blaine blush.

"Well… She is. That's uh, that's Abby."

"Abby? Blaine, are you cheating on Millie?"

"What, no! Millie uh, she dumped me. Earlier today. She called and said that she'd been thinking about it and she didn't want to be with me anymore. So I went out with the guys to try and forget about it, and I met Abby." He bit his lip and looked up at Kurt. "Are you angry?"

"What? Why would I be angry? I'm glad you're not cheating on anyone. You know what that can do to a relationship…" Kurt folded his arms and looked pointedly at Blaine, who rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Yeah. Yeah I do, but I never cheated on you Kurt."

"You thought about it."

"I did not! I didn't think for one minute of cheating on you, I've told you this a million times, Kurt. I simply thought Jason was a really nice guy, and you took it the wrong way."

"Oh, don't try and make this my fault, Blaine. You know what you did was wrong, and I had every right to break up with you then!"

Blaine was about to retaliate, but Abby came up from behind and pulled on his elbow. "Blaine, come dance with me!" She began pulling him in the direction of the living-room-turned-dance-floor, and he gave a long look at Kurt then followed her. Kurt sighed, downed the rest of his beer, and decided to tell Rachel he was leaving. He did NOT want to be in the same party as Blaine for the rest of the night; the whole aim of going to the party had been to take his mind off of Blaine. When he got into the living room however, he couldn't seem to move his legs any further.

Blaine and Abby were dancing in the middle of the room, with everyone around them watching and cheering them. The song playing at the moment had particularly dirty lyrics, and Blaine was grinding with Abby, both of them looking as though they were loving every second of it. It looked like a scene from dirty dancing, with their bodies pressed close, Abby's head thrown back and Blaine nuzzling her neck, and their hips gyrating together. Kurt couldn't tear his eyes away from Blaine, and felt his pants get just a little tighter as he watched the dancing. Somehow, even though Blaine was dancing dirty, and with a girl, he still managed to keep that dapper charm that he possessed while dancing. That charm was one of the many things that Kurt had fallen in love with in High School, and it was positively fascinating for Kurt watching it now.

Kurt heard a giggle from behind him, and managed to finally pull his eyes away from the dancing couple to see Rachel leaning in the doorway laughing at Kurt.

"Turned on, Kurtsie? You look like you've just seen Taylor Lautner naked." Rachel grinned and came over to Kurt, who snapped out of his trance and clamped his open mouth shut with a snap. He hadn't even realised that his mouth had fallen open, and he could feel now that he was virtually drooling.

Get a hold of yourself, thought Kurt, but to Rachel he just smiled and said "Ha, you wish Rach. If I had seen Taylor Lautner naked, I would be on the floor, passed out from sheer excitement." He smiled at her, and then suddenly remembered why he had wanted to talk to her. "Hey, I think I'm gonna take off now."

Her face fell, and she grabbed onto his arm as if that would stop him leaving. "No! Kurtsie you can't leave, you only just got here! Pleeeeeeaassee!" She pouted and did her best puppy dog eyes at Kurt, who usually would have resisted, but after getting a few drinks in him he wasn't quite as good at it as he would have liked.

"Ugh… Fine, I'll stay just a little while longer…" Rachel grinned, "But only because you said please."

"Yay! Come on Kurt, grab another drink and I'll show you what Finn got me for my birthday!"

Kurt, after getting a fourth beer from one of the crates that Blaine and his friends had brought, found himself getting dragged up the stairs towards Rachel and Finn's bedroom. They had to climb over several couples making out or passed out on the stairs, but they finally got to the top and opened the door to Rachel's room. Luckily, no-one had yet ventured in there so everything was as normal. Kurt suddenly realised that Finn's gift to Rachel was in their bedroom and Rachel was currently extremely drunk, and he got a little worried. "Uh, Rachel, this isn't what I think it's going to be, is it? Because I would really rather not see…" Kurt blinked away the disturbing mental images of bizarre sex toys, and sighed in relief when Rachel shook her head.

"No, silly! It's much better." She walked over to the other end of the room, and opened a door that Kurt was sure he had never seen before. The door revealed a small room, absolutely stuffed with more clothes than Kurt had ever seen in one person's wardrobe. "A walk-in wardrobe!" Rachel squealed, jumping up and down on the spot, "And he even took me shopping for clothes to fill it with!"

Kurt grinned at Rachel's excitement and walked over to inspect her new outfits. "Wow," Kurt raised his eyebrows in shock, "I never knew you had such a good fashion sense, Rachel. It's nothing on mine, of course, but it has definitely improved since High School!" He looked around and found that he actually wasn't disgusted by any of the clothes that she now owned. He gave her an impressed nod and clapped his hands comically, "Bravo, Rachel. No, Brava!" She laughed at him, and then they both made their way back downstairs.

Kurt danced with Rachel and then some other people he didn't really know but was too drunk to care, and when midnight rolled around he was officially drunk out of his mind and had lost count of the number of beers he had had. Apparently, Blaine was also quite drunk, and a drunken Blaine is not always the best company to keep. However, drunken Kurt didn't remember this, and so decided to ask Blaine for a dance. Blaine's eyes widened a little when Kurt asked him, but he grinned and gave a cocky wink before joining Kurt in a drunken jump around to Kesha's latest hit, Blow. They danced happily together, Abby currently sleeping in the armchair. But, about halfway through the song, Blaine did something unexpected.

He grinded against Kurt.

Yes, grinded.

Kurt looked at Blaine, startled, and stopped dancing. Blaine, however, moved forwards as if to do it again, but Kurt pushed him back. "Blaine! Did you just grind me?"

"Maaaybe…" Blaine said cheekily, and once more tried to dance close with Kurt.

"Blaine! Stop it!"

"Come on, Kurt, just a little fun! What are you so afraid of?"

"Uh, the fact that I have a boyfriend, and you're supposed to be straight!" Kurt couldn't believe Blaine, what the hell was he doing?

"Ah Kurt, that doesn't matter! I'm only having a laugh…"

"Yeah well, I don't think it's funny." Kurt spun on his heel and marched out of the room and towards the front door. He was just about to open it and leave, when Blaine grabbed his arm and pulled him around to face him.

"Look, Kurt, I'm sorry. I really was just trying to have a little fun."

"Well I was having fun too, until you decided to grind me! What the hell was that about?"

"What? Isn't a guy allowed to grind with anyone any more?" Blaine looked genuinely shocked at the idea that Kurt didn't think it was funny.

"Yes you are, but not with another guy when you're supposed to be straight, and not when you're already here with a girl, and not when the guy you're grinding with has a boyfriend!" Kurt was really angry now; didn't Blaine understand how confused Kurt was?

"Kurt, I'm sorry, really, but I didn't think it was a problem! It's not like I'm actually dating Abby. And even if I was she wouldn't matter as much as you!" Blaine's eyes widened and he slapped his hand over his mouth after saying this, turning away from Kurt and running the other hand through his hair.

"What? Wouldn't matter as much as me? What the hell Blaine?"

But Blaine wouldn't say anything; he just gave Kurt another long look, waved goodbye and ran back into the living room. Kurt was thoroughly confused and annoyed and shocked, and the music was pounding in his ears and there were too many people around… A wave of nausea crashed over him and he opened the door, rushing behind a bush just in time to empty his stomach without making too much of a mess. He wiped his mouth and looked down in disgust at what he had done in Rachel's garden. "Okay, I really need to watch how much I drink…" He said to himself, and then walked down the path and onto the street. He started walking home and attempted to clear his head by taking deep, refreshing breaths of the cool night air.

What the hell just happened at that party? Kurt thought, absolutely bewildered by the night's events.


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