Disclaimer: RIB owns Glee, unfortunately. The chapter title is from One More Night- Maroon 5.

A/N: Thanks again for all the review, faves, and alerts! And for those of you who commented about it (or didn't, but are certainly thinking about it), I am a sucker for jealous!Blaine. That's coming later…;)

Warnings for this chapter: Summer is a bitch and Jamie is really flirty. But, this should not be news to you...;)

Chapter 4 There You Go Again, There You Go Again, Making Me Love You

"(On Emma Stone) It was like I woke up when she came in." –Andrew Garfield

"Blaine, what the hell are you doing here? It's six in the morning. I didn't get back home until, like, three, from Lynn's party, which you were conveniently missing from, and its summer break."

Sam looks positively sleep rumpled- hair wild, clothes twisted- and positively annoyed.

"I couldn't sleep," Blaine's voice is raspy with aforementioned lack of sleep. He sounds exhausted and like he's been crying.

Sam's expression instantly softens and he guides Blaine to the couch in the living room, forcing him to sit his ass down. "What happened? You look terrible."

Blaine can't even muster a glare, only a half-hearted, snappy, "Thanks," that sounds the least bit threatening. "I need to talk to you."

Sam's eyes widen. "I need to talk to you too."

Blaine gives him a look. "About what?"

"I have to tell you something."

"I have to tell you something."

"Same time?"

"Yeah, same time."

So, as they said they would, the boys both tell each other their problems.

"I'm dating Mercedes-"

"I made out with Kurt, sober-"

Sam cuts off mid sentence. "Wait, what?"

"What?"

"Did you just say…?"

"Sam, I'm warning you." Blaine buries his head in his hands.

Sam grins, wide awake now. "Did you just say you, and I quote, 'made out with Kurt, sober?'"

"Yes, yes I did."

Sam frowns. "Damn it, Santana owes me 20 bucks, but I owe her 50."

"What the…?" Blaine stares at him. "You two were making bets?"

Sam hesitates. "Yes…possibly."

Blaine, with enough energy now, glares.

"Fine, this was only yesterday. I bet 20 bucks you'd surprise kiss him before the Anderson summer kick-off party, just a quick one to see what it's like, but she bet 50 bucks that you'd make out with him last night. Obviously, she said tonight, because that was yesterday, but…"

"Samuel Evans," Blaine says, sharply. "This is serious."

Sam is still slow to catching on. "So, that aside, you're okay with Mercedes?"

"Of course. I've known for a while now…but back to the situation I have…" Blaine's on his feet. "I ran off after I, like, attacked him, in a good way, obviously…"

Sam narrows his eyes. "Are you kidding me, Blaine? You ran off? After you gave him his first kiss that counted, without an explanation?"

Blaine opens his mouth, closes it again, and then sighs. "That sounds really terrible when you put it that way."

"Dude, you cannot use Kurt as an experiment. Not good. We all like him. Not to forget, his step-brother, will totally kick your ass."

Blaine's ego just had to show its face. "I can totally take him out. I'm small, but I'm dangerous."

"Blaine," Sam warns and crosses his arms.

He throws his hands up. "He's not an experiment, Sam!"

"Then why exactly did you do that?"

"Because," Blaine carefully thinks about this, the right way to say this, when he's really thinking I think he's fascinating and beautiful and I couldn't resist. And yeah, I feel like shit because I just left him, but I can't face him. He looked devastated and I don't understand why this is happening. Why drunkenly making out with Jamie didn't just awaken my apparently gay tendencies. And then Kurt walks in and my world gets twisted and turned and I can't even concentrate on anything but him and that's really terrible, but it's amazing to care this much about someone and want to spend this much time with someone. And he's this ball of perfection that I can't believe I've touched like that without getting burned and my head makes no sense right now.

Instead he simply says, after a long stretch of silence, "I kissed him because I wanted to."

"Fuck," Sam says, falling onto the couch.

Blaine follows. "I know," he says, swallowing back frustrated tears.

Sam turns his head to him. "What are you going to do?"

"Try and talk to him. Maybe sort this out on my own first."

"You can talk to Santana too, you know." Blaine stares at him, silently asking, are you so sure about that? "Dude, you know as bitchy as she is, she still keeps it real even if it hurts, and she's still you're other best friend," Sam has to make that point known because he's going to be the best man at Blaine (and Kurt's) wedding, so yeah. "And she went through the same thing when she found out she was a lesbian and she came crying to you more times than you could count if I recall."

"I don't even know if I'm…" Blaine struggles to get his words right. Gay. The word is gay, Blaine. "I mean, I still think about Summer and the other girls I've been with and what I've done with them and I still get turned on, just not as much as I do when I so much as look at him…" Blaine gets this far-off, thoughtful look.

Sam stands up, wipes a hand over his mouth. "Shit, man. I mean, I guess I understand. As far as guys go, he is really…"

"Beautiful?"

"Yeah, that." Sam pauses. "Look, have you tried thinking about other guys, even celebrities?"

"Not really?"

"Not even like, Jude Law, or someone else?"

Blaine thinks about Jude Law- with the brown hair and blue eyes and that perfect, wet, naked body from The Talented Mr. Ripley and… "Okay, yeah, that does it for me too…"

"So, you're…bi?"

"I don't know…I mean, Kurt's a guy, I get that…" He thinks about last night and the position they found themselves in. "Okay, I know that for sure, obviously, like that hasn't escaped my mind once…he is very much a guy… and he has hormones like one too, Jesus Christ."

"He looks like some innocent little angel…"

"I don't think so much anymore. I mean, yeah, he's untouched, which, in this town, is difficult to find, and maybe that's a thing for me…" Yeah, it's a thing for me. "But he definitely doesn't seem to shy away from anything sexual like Faith once told us he probably would." Blaine shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts, because oh the things I could do to Kurt; the things I could show him…

"So…what exactly is holding you back from just telling him?"

That there is the problem and Sam nails it right on the head.

"Because I ran off after I literally made out with him. Like, it wasn't even an innocent first kiss, we made out, and what if I ruined it for him? What if he wanted something gentler, slower?"

"Um…judging by how you just said he reacted, I don't think he had a problem." Blaine is pacing now, so Sam ends up following him back and forth, reaching out an arm to stop him, but he keeps going. Sam gives up and sits on the back of the couch. "What else is bothering you about telling him?"

"Summer's wrath for one thing."

Sam has to chuckle at this. "Please, Kurt could tear her a new one in a second if she tried to cross him."

"That's the issue; they don't like each other. She hates him, which is fucking ridiculous," he growls. Sam resists the urge to say well, we all hate her. "But, I've been chasing her for years, and suddenly Kurt shows up and I forget about her, except for the few times we've made out, but…" He grabs his hair. "I don't know, I want to kiss Kurt till our lips are numb, yet every time she comes around it's like I'm forcing myself to still be interested in her, forcing myself to be into what we do. My body's definitely into it, but my mind's not."

Sam shakes his head several times. "Dude, no, no, you shouldn't have to do that. Cut her off, bro."

"She'll make his life hell, you know that. He might not be able to handle it."

Sam reaches out to grab Blaine by his shoulders, turning him to look at him and holding him firmly in place. "From what you told me about what Kurt went through before he came here to visit…"

"That's another thing, fuck," Blaine buries his head in his hands. "He's visiting." He looks at Sam. "He's going to be gone at the end of the summer."

"Forget that," Sam waves his hand in a dismissing motion. "Don't think about that…live in the now, okay?" He nods and Blaine nods back, gaze locked on Sam's. "As I was saying, he survived having his life threatened by a guy I'm pretty sure, judging by the linebacker description Kurt gave you, was a lot bigger than him."

Blaine stares at him little more, eyes wide and begging, then he walks away. "I need to think about this, alone. This is way too much…"

"Look, I get it. But, what else is holding you back from telling Kurt, or I don't know, pursuing your…feelings for him."

Blaine finally cracks, eyes welling with tears. "What if it's just a phase?'"

"Do you think it is?"

"No, I mean…I don't know."

"What else?" Sam pushes. He knows there's another thing, or two.

"My life, even before I moved here, consisted of day-by-day things, a schedule I followed in my head, and he arrives and somehow my schedule is shifted to accompany him as much as it can and I'm questioning who I am and…it's just a lot, you know that."

"And…" There's one more. Sam, knows it.

"My dad."

There it is. "Your dad-dad, or you step-dad?"

"My dad-dad. My abusive, controlling father who every time he shows up in my life or tries to contact my family, makes my life hell. Who spent nearly 14 years of my life and every moment he could after convincing me that I couldn't be into music because it'd get me nowhere, or I couldn't be gay, no of course not, never, because it's wrong, and that I should marry some pretty girl. Even though my mother spent all that time trying to reassure me, Dawn, and Cooper that there's nothing wrong with being gay, or liking music or acting. And obviously, Cooper and Dawn have learned that and I have too, but it's still holding me back, and none of them had to deal with being attracted to the same sex."

"Blaine, you're free to do what you want and date who you want. Your dad's been out of your life for a few years now."

"Except when he decides to show up randomly to remind me of how much of a fucking idiot I can be," he snaps.

"His opinion shouldn't matter anymore," Sam tries to reason with Blaine, make him see. "And that's what it is, it's an opinion and it shouldn't affect you like this."

Blaine swallows. "Thank you," he says, even thought he knows his father's influence is still there- preventing him for auditioning for the lead in the Warbler's again or offering to lead the co-ed choir at Marie Beaumont, or holding him back from applying to performing arts colleges, and keeping him from pursing whatever he feels for Kurt.

"I'm here for you, you know that. And maybe you should go talk to Santana too, or your mom or even your step dad, or Dawn, definitely Dawn. Your sister knows you better than anyone, probably better than you know yourself…"

Blaine nods several times, ready to get away, to be alone for a bit to think or not to think. "Okay, okay."

"And talk to Kurt too. You can't ignore him again, like you did before you kissed him…that's not right at all."

Blaine takes a deep breath. "Okay. I just…I –I need time."

"Anything, man," Sam hesitantly agrees. "I'll talk to Mercedes. She and the girls can distract him enough. I'll even get Jeff and David on it."

"Just don't…"

"I'm not going to tell anyone what's going on. I wouldn't do that. Unless you told me it was okay."

"Thank you," Blaine whispers. "And another thing…" He offers a weak smile, because he just can't summon a full-fledged one right now.. "Best of luck to you and Mercedes. She's amazing."

"Yeah she is…" Sam says, blushing

"And you know the guys and I will be on board with you two together…except for Jamie, maybe."

Sam laughs then gives Blaine a gentle smile. "They'll be on board for you and Kurt too, you know that. Like Puck always says, no fucks given, and more women for me."

"Except, he's totally in love with Faith."

"What is it about those Hummel's?" Sam teases.

Blaine punches his shoulder, blushing. "Shut up."

"Hey shortstuff." Santana, dressed in her running clothes, opens the door to let Blaine inside for a few minutes while she finishes tying up her hair, gazing into the mirror in her home's foyer.

Blaine headed straight for Santana's house, knowing he wasn't going to get any sleep unless he wore himself out with a run, followed by some gym time. And he's decided he's not going to his gym, because he kissed Kurt in that room and he can't be there right now, not yet at least.

When Blaine doesn't respond with one of his many nicknames for her, Santana continues talking, watching him carefully. "Didn't see you at the party last night. It sucked anyways. Same old, same old. Summer was pissed though, which was highly satisfying to see…" She tightens her pony tail and tugs down her shirt, cut right above her stomach, before turning to him.

He's sleepily rubbing his eyes and he looks drained and upset. She stares at him, annoyed. "Okay, what the hell is going on with you? Usually you're back talking my perfectly shaped ass right now, talking about how you're four inches taller or something, or doing warm ups," she says, stretching her legs out, long and lean underneath her short-shorts, bending over to touch her toes. "Usually both at the same time."

He doesn't bother to reply to her, just stands up, runs in place and says, "You up for a hard run today?"

"I…huh?" She looks at him, crossing her arms. "Whatevs, sure, but we're stopping at Café Noir; I needs my coffee…"

Blaine finally wakes up and says, quickly, "No, let's go to the diner."

She stares at him, lips curling. "Their coffee is…okay, but it's the same as, you know, the coffee shop we visit every morning."

"Can we just go to the diner, San, please?" Blaine's being a coward, because Kurt has the early shift today.

She looks at him, really looks at him, and sees how troubled he appears. "Fine. Good thing is, no one's going to be there," she throws open the door, "So we are talking."

Oh wait, Faith has the morning shift at the diner this week…"Um…how about…the music store instead?"

"Um…no." She turns to him. Her voice is steady, but harsh, as she says, "We're going to the diner and that's final. Coffee, Blaine, since my espresso machine has gone to crap, unless you want to use the one in your room- it's not much of a detour."

"No!" Blaine shouts, startling Santana, who looks at him, wide-eyed. "The diner it is."

She raises an eyebrow. "Good. Now, you want a hard run?" He nods, hopping in place. "Then keep up with me."

Santana is the one that's worn out as they stumble through the doors to the diner, directly from the beach, after wiping the sand off their shoes. It's still dark out, but the sky is starting to light up in the East, steadily turning the morning from blue to grey, working its way to soft morning yellow.

"Jesus, Blaine," Santana says, panting, leaning against him, not really caring that they're both covered in sweat (at least they smell good), as one of Blaine's fellow Warbler's greets them and leads them to, by request, a table in the back corner beside one of the windows that looks out onto the street (so obviously on the opposite side of where Faith is serving a few early risers in their business suits).

Blaine falls into the booth and reaches for the ice cold water his fellow Warbler had brought him. Santana puts in her request for two cappuccinos, "Make it two extra expresso shots for this guy," she points her thumb to Blaine, "He's half asleep still." Before she sits, she turns to him. "I'm calling Faith over here. I want to say hi, got a problem with that?"

"No," Blaine says, loudly. The people on the other side of the diner turn their heads towards the noise, muttering angrily about the sound. Blaine resists the urge to flick them off and shout, Jesus Christ, butt out and deal with it, I'm emotionally…unstable right now. "Please," he whispers.

Santana rolls her eyes but sits down, chest still heaving from their run.

It's too late to avoid Faith though, because she notices them and beelines straight for their table, mission to ambush Blaine Devon Anderson, set in mind.

"Fuck," Blaine says, looking away.

Faith's not having that as she hovers beside their table, Santana's eye wandering from Faith, back to Blaine, and back and forth again.

Blaine can feel Faith's gaze burning holes in the side of his face.

He feels another presence too- their server. "Faith, this is my table..."

"I don't care, Thad, go find another." Blaine hears the clinking of glasses as Faith takes their drunks from Thad and he walks off, huffing in annoyance. "I promise I'll give you half of the massive tip Blaine will be leaving," she calls after him, before turning back to Blaine. "What the hell happened last night?" Faith says and Blaine finally looks at her as Santana watches over the rim of her coffee, intrigued.

That is one set of furious blue-green eyes, eerily similar to Kurt's.

"And don't give me any of that bullshit about 'what are you talking about,' because I know Kurt was with you last night…"

Santana jolts to attention in her seat, wicked grin on her lips.

"…and, unluckily for you, I hung out with Finn last night and crashed on the couch on his and Kurt's side of the duplex, Finn on the floor, I wish I was joking, and I woke up to the front door slamming. He'd come home and I was barely conscious, but conscious enough to realize he was crying. He stomped up the steps, before he went to his room and was just…quiet after that." Oh God, no. "So, what the fuck, happened? Because Kurt does this annoying, but understandable thing, where he shuts everyone out when he's upset and only certain people, like Burt, can crack through that hard layer."

Blaine gapes at her, speechless. "I'm sorry…I don't what to say to that, except I'm sorry."

Faith notices how tired and troubled he looks, so far from the cocky, confident, smiling Blaine Anderson she sees every day, that she shakes her head and says, "Whatever. Since you won't explain to me, I expect you to explain to him about whatever it is that happened last night."

With that, she turns on her heel, says a friendly, "Good seeing you," to Santana, and walks away.

Santana's phone has just gone off and she's reading whatever is on the screen before she nearly drops the device on the table.

From Trouty Mouth

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Sam, who has apparently gotten up to use the bathroom, or something, has enough thought to text Santana that, just that, as she watches Blaine while he sips his coffee, pretending Faith Hummel didn't ream it out.

"Oh My God," she says, and Blaine looks up, afraid of the sound of her voice, because that is devilish, conniving Santana Lopez leaking through every word. "Whatever you're upset about, I know…"

He narrows his eyes. "What? You know that I'm…what?"

"That you're gay."

Blaine shushes her, looks around and sees no one is paying them any attention. He resists the urge to spill hot coffee on himself as an excuse to escape those mischievous eyes.

"And I know about you and Kurt…"

"What are you…?" He starts to say, but stops and rolls his eyes. "Sam. I'm going to kill him."

"Uh huh, okay," she bites her lip and looks at him again. "So, you think you can't talk to me about this? Spill. My lips are sealed, you know that." She looks visibly hurt for a second, thinking Blaine doesn't want to tell her because he can't trust her all of the sudden when she's been loyal to him from the start, but that vanishes the second it appears. "So, did you really get your mack on with Kurt last night?"

He hides his head in his hands. "Santana."

"I see…and you were sober?"

He's silent for a second, blinks his eyes open to look at her. "It was just a kiss, but yes and yes."

"That's why you didn't go to the party last night…" She looks pleased. "You totally bailed on being Summer's freaky date so you could get freaky with someone else, a guy, Kurt, who's still so new he hasn't even been broken in yet, in regards to this town, and you know that's going to happen quickly and violently…"

"It wasn't like that. He's not just some hook-up."

"Okay, so what's the problem?" Santana says, bored.

Blaine resists the urge to roll his eyes, because could he be any clearer? "I identify as straight, because that's all of known," he whispers harshly, leaning across the table, voice rising as he says, "And aside from drunkenly making out with Jamie, I've never shown any indication that I'd even be interested in men until Kurt showed up."

"Blaine." Santana blows on her coffee which is still steaming, "You have a collection of bow ties in every color and pattern imaginable stored away in the back of your closet…"

"Bow ties are stylish! I love wearing them with a button down or a suit or…"

"You have basically every Broadway show ever somewhere- either in your ITunes or your computer or your CD collection or your records. You sing show tunes like a boss, almost as much as you sing top 40, like a boss…"

"Music is passion…" Blaine looks exasperated, hands gesturing wildly as he speaks. "Music is life…"

"Oh my God," Santana says, deadpan. "Okay, got ya. Can we talk about your jeans too and that ass?"

"There is nothing wrong with wanting to show off my body. I've worked hard on it! Besides its summer and I'm more inclined to wear shorts and t-shirts and tank tops and warm-weather clothes with the occasional pair of jeans. So, I don't see the point you're trying to make…"

Santana rest her head on her hand, sighing dramatically. "You can quote from every classic movie ever and it's all very swoon-worthy but just a little gay."

"It's romantic!"

"It's like you came from another time some days, but other days, you're basically your average hormonal teenage boy."

"You act like you're surprised…"He trails off, watching her carefully.

"Okay, fine, one more," she says, almost ready to give up.

Blaine taps his fingers against the table, impatient. "Go on."

"When you talk about Kurt, you smile and it's a really different smile. You constantly want to be around him and I get that, I've had moments where girls I've liked I never want to leave their side…"

"Umm…" He shifts in his chair. "It's a personality thing. He's really…intriguing," Blaine's not telling a lie, of course, but even his response sounds weak to him. Because there's so much more he could say about Kurt, but he's already buried in enough shit and questions as it is. "What else?"

Santana looks really torn over this, in an I can't believe I'm about to say this sort ofway. "You look at Kurt like he's the sun and the moon and the stars and all that other clichéd bullshit and you've never, in all the time I've know you, and all the girls you've dated or hooked up with or banged, you've never looked at anyone like that."

Blaine can't even formulate a response. "Is it really that obvious?"

Santana smiles gently. "Yeah, I'd say it is." Blaine blushes. "Word of advice," Santana leans forward, lowering her voice more as Blaine finishes his coffee, "Forget about labels society likes to make for a second." Blaine opens his mouth to say something, but Santana covers it with her palm. "Let me finish." He pulls her hand away, sighing and gesturing for her to continue. "I don't want you to think about those for a second and just think about how much you like Kurt- everything about him…" Blaine looks like he's about to give Santana an epic speech about how much he likes Kurt, you have no idea, Santana Lopez, so she quickly says, "I'm sure you could quote poetry and fucking Shakespeare and song lyrics and all that jazz about how he makes you feel…"

Like I've never seen the sky before.

Santana grimaces, carefully calculating Blaine's expression. "And I'm sure Kurt would like that, but just...do you actually know how you feel about him?"

"I…feel a lot. But I don't know how to describe it."

"Labels. Forget them. Just talk to him- sort it out with him when you get a chance."

Blaine slouches in defeat. "He's probably really angry with me."

"Probably?" Santana nearly cackles.

Blaine lets out a deep breath. "Okay, definitely."

"You're like the most eloquent, extensive vocabulary-spitting-guy I know some days, Blaine, you can do it."

Blaine laughs to himself. "Not around him. Not yet, at least."

"I figured." Her nose crinkles in thought. "But, I think you better act fast if you think you want him…cut Summer off for one thing. Bitch will not stop until she finally gets…how do I put this…on this," she gestures to his lower half.

"Jesus Christ, Santana, really?"

"Please, any other day, if you were with the guys, you'd talk just like that." Blaine hesitantly nods in agreement. "You know she wants it and I remember you wanted her just as bad…"

"Before Kurt."

"Before Kurt," she repeats. "Another thing, you need to act fast because Jamie is very interested in Kurt, in ways I've never seen him be before, and if Kurt's upset with you, he might take advantage of Jamie's many, many offers."

Blaine's eyes widen with horror. "He wouldn't…would he?"

"You know how Jamie is, eyebrows-McGee."

Blaine resists the urge to roll his eyes at the nickname. "I meant Kurt, Kurt wouldn't do that."

"People do bat shit crazy stuff when they're emotionally compromised, because they're vulnerable and sometimes they don't think."

"Jamie wouldn't…why would he pursue Kurt?" He meets Santana's gaze, puzzled. "We made a pact."

"Yes, that you wouldn't date the person the other was interested in because you don't want to fight about it," she says. "We all know that ended so well with Summer on her knees in his pool house."

"That was different. They were drunk. And it didn't bother me." Just the thought of Kurt and Jamie churns his guts.

"Blaine, let me lay this out for you," Santana says, hands flat on the table. "Plain and simple." She rests her chin on her fisted hands. "Jamie doesn't know how you feel about Kurt…I don't think even you know. So, he's going to do whatever the hell he pleases."

"Jesus, fuck no." Blaine says, resentful. He's silent for a second and his voice is small when he says, "I'm really fucking scared…I think I…"

"Need more time?" Santana sighs- her say in this done, for now. Blaine nods. "Whatever you say or need, hobbit."

They go back to Santana's first, take showers, and get dressed in fresh, clean clothes. (Blaine always leaves a set at her house when he stops by for their run). He's still dead tired, but he hasn't reached that state of exhaustion yet where you collapse on any available surface, so they go back out for breakfast in Santana's black BMW.

Santana is one of Blaine's best friends.

She's also a straight up bitch. Blaine knows all of her actions in regards to him really do come from the bottom of her heart because she loves him dearly, but this is a new level of bitchiness.

She pulls to a screeching halt in front of Café Noir. "Get out."

He twists in his seat to face her. "What?"

"Get the fuck out." She reaches across him and opens the door.

He slams it shut. "Are you out of your mind?"

"No, I'm perfectly sane, thank you; you on the other hand…" She opens the door again and glares at him. "Out," she points to the sidewalk. "Faith just texted me and told me he's about to go on his break."

"Are you fucking kidding me, Santana, really?" He snaps.

She looks positively evil when she stares at him this time. "Get out or I will physically remove you from this car."

Blaine knows better than to argue. "This won't end well," he says, getting out, leaning into the door.

"Yeah, well, at least you can say you tried." She slams the door shut and he barely has time to remove his hands. She rolls down her window. "Call me when you're done." Then she's speeding off.

Right on cue, the shop's door opens and Kurt, who's rapidly texting someone on his phone, walks down the street towards the diner.

He still looks positively beautiful (only Kurt can get away with mint colored jeans, Blaine thinks) and Blaine really feels like smacking himself in the face, because if he hadn't reacted like he did, he could've kissed all of that till early morning.

This is so fucked up.

"Kurt," he says, wincing at the sound, because he just said that out loud didn't he?

Kurt spins around. "Blaine, what are you doing here?"

He marches forward to catch up to Kurt, who's just standing there, stricken, facing him, phone still in his hand. "I'm sorry, okay. I'm really sorry."

Kurt's expression hardens- his cheeks twitch and his lips curl. "You're doing exactly what you did before last night. You're ignoring me and you won't talk to me." He suddenly looks heartbroken. "Jesus, Blaine, just talk to me," he pleads. And he's not as angry as Blaine thought he would be, until…"You said it shouldn't have happened."

"I didn't mean it like that. I meant…"

"What? That it shouldn't have happened, like that? Like, you should've have done that with a guy or…?"

"No, Kurt, I kissed you, I know…"

"Blaine, you didn't just plant a kiss on me to see what it was like, you made out with me for half an hour straight. You made out with a guy, me, for a very long time, and then you ran off like it was nothing." He backs away. "I'm not some girl who will take whatever I can get from you. I want you…either all of you or none of you, and I thought I didn't even have a chance in hell, for obvious reasons, until you kissed me last night."

Oh.

"But I'm not going to be a one night stand, okay? I'm not that kind of a guy. I never thought I would be and I still feel that way."

"Kurt." Blaine's angry suddenly. "I can't just base one kiss off how I feel, okay? When I've been kissing the opposite sex since I got my first kiss at 13…"

"Then why did you do it?" Kurt yells.

"I wanted to!"

A silence stretches between them. Kurt's voice is much more at ease when he speaks next. "That…doesn't offer me any sort of explanation that makes sense."

"That's all I can give you right now, or put into words. I told you that last night."

"Yes, and then you gave me this mind blowing kiss and it was perfect, but you left right after. You hurt me."

Blaine's eyes threaten to fill with tears. "I didn't mean to. I was being impulsive. I never wanted to hurt you. I never want to ever again."

Kurt wipes his eyes. "Well you did. And since you won't tell me how you feel, I'll tell you how I feel, okay?" Blaine stops fighting. "I felt alive when you kissed me and I didn't know it could be like that and now, now I feel rejected, hurt, upset, angry…I didn't come here expecting to feel so much at one time. I didn't expect anything to happen this summer, at all, and then you happened. And it really, really hurts because I really like you, a lot more than I know I should, and I knew, I knew I should have spent enough time away from you to let go of this stupid crush, but then that happened. And I thought maybe he could like me. And it hurts that you didn't even try to talk to me afterwards."

"I'm so sorry. I care so much about you. I don't want to screw this up. If I compromise our friendship…I already did last night what am I even saying…"

"We'll figure it out, okay." Kurt crosses his arms. "But, right now, I think I need some time."

And then he's gone and Blaine's left alone.

Kurt spends the next few days leading up to the Anderson kick off bash trying not to think about Blaine and kissing Blaine.

Blaine's friends know something's going on. Blaine doesn't avoid him, thankfully. He visits the shop, he texts him, but each time he does he manages to skirt around the real issue at hand: whatever he feels for Kurt. They don't spend any time alone again and it's all very awkward and tension-filled. Yeah, their friends definitely notice.

The party is the upcoming Saturday, and the teens in the town are a flurry with outfits and costume plans. It's going to be a costume party and a masquerade, and whatever people want to wear, they can. The only rule is you must wear a mask, at least when you first arrive. After that, the rules fly out the window.

Kurt's nearly to a point where he's ready to give Blaine a chance to really talk to him again, no screaming this time, when Summer Brooks corners him one night at the coffee shop. He's closing, so he's by himself (Callie had left a few minutes before, so all he really had to do is lock up and wipe down counters).

He's in the process of locking the door and switching the sign to Sorry, we're closed, when she bursts inside, wavy locks flowing behind her, unnecessarily revealing top and shorts…and Blaine's jacket.

And that pisses Kurt off.

"What the hell are you doing here, Summer?" He points to the sign. "We're closed. I don't need your trampiness dirtying up these tables again, since I just wiped them down."

"Whoa, hold on a second." A not-so-nice grin slowly makes an appearance. "Didn't know you could be so vile behind closed doors."

"Only when it comes to you," he forces a greatly sarcastic, bitter, I hate you smile, and turns to put up some signs on the bulletin board inside, blatantly ignoring her. "Whatever you have to say, I don't want to hear it. Go back to whatever party, or bed, you came from."

"Not that I've actually been in his bed yet, his entire room is sacred territory, apparently, but I definitely just came from the backseat of Blaine's car, not even half an hour ago."

Kurt pauses, swallows, and continues working. "And you're telling me this because?"

"Because your little gay crush needs to stop. I've seen the way you look at him, and I advise you to cut it out because it's not going anywhere, I can promise you that."

Kurt resists the urge to laugh in her face and tell her about the other night, but it sounds like Blaine hasn't given much thought to that night or their fight.

Kurt really put himself out on a limb earlier with Blaine. He told him he had feelings for him, expecting rejection, and he didn't necessarily get rejection, but he didn't get much else either.

Summer's inches from his face and she has so much perfume on that it burns (she doesn't smell sweet like cotton candy like Callie does, or like sweet peas and roses like Faith, or like cinnamon like Mercedes…she smells like way too much of some overpriced perfume Kurt really doesn't understand why any girl would want to wear). "You show up here, out of nowhere, and suddenly Blaine and everyone else…they're begging to spend time with you…and I get that. I get that your shiny and new and everyone is drawn to that…at first. That was me at one time." She sounds like pure evil, if evil had a voice like hers. "But if you wait long enough, whatever fascination Blaine has for you is going to wear off and he's going to come running right back to the one that got away." Kurt really wants to argue because she and Blaine have done things, so she's not technically the one that got away, but he feels like hearing her out, just to listen to whatever bullshit and cruelty she wants to spew.

"The thing about me, Kurt, is that my shiny new-ness hasn't worn off yet…I'm no virgin, but Blaine is still waiting for me to let him all the way in, you know? And I think…I think if I finally do let him in, he's not going to want to leave…why? Because he likes girls, Kurt, and I'm the hottest one this town has to offer and once he gets me he's not going to let go."

"I thought he already had you?" Kurt sneers.

She rolls her eyes. "He's never going to want you; you're lacking a few essential parts. And I'm sure you couldn't even imagine half of the things I've done with him. I don't think he's even capable of getting it up for you, to be honest…"

Kurt feels sick, upset. "I think you should leave."

She backs away, grinning. "Fine by me. See you around…I think I'm gonna go snag another make out, maybe give him a little more now, just to take his mind off of you. God knows why he thinks about you or spends that much time with you…"

She goes out the door, and Kurt knows he just suffered a low blow and it's affected him more than he can say, but he figures he has one shot at getting that disgusting smile off her face. "Hey Summer," he calls after her, leaning through the doorway. She turns around, smiles darkly, expression faltering when she sees his smirk. "Why don't you ask Blaine what happened the night of Lynn's party? I'm pretty sure he's more than capable of getting it up for me, sweetheart."

Blaine's been at home all night. He kicked the guys out for some quiet time a few minutes ago and he's lying on his bed, scrolling through his ITunes.

His phone lights up in the dark and he smiles when he sees it's a message from Kurt.

From Kurt Hummel

Smooth, Blaine, making out with her and giving her your jacket just so she can break me down a little more?

Blaine frowns.

He receives a text from Summer out of nowhere (he hasn't even spoken to her in days, not since he told her he wasn't going to Lynn's party).

From Summer

Hey, I have your jacket from months ago. Remember when you leant it to me that night of the bonfire? Very sweet…;) Are you free right now? I haven't seen you in days. I miss those lips…

Is she fucking serious right now? "Jesus Christ," he mutters angrily, dialing his phone, surprised Kurt even picks up. "What the hell are you talking about? I haven't seen Summer in days. And she just texted me about my jacket and I swear to God, Kurt, I gave that to her ages ago and I haven't been alone with her since Jeff's party."

Kurt huffs in annoyance on the other end. "What does it matter anyways, Blaine? I know you're a player. It shouldn't make any difference what you did or didn't do with her, and it shouldn't make any difference that I just happened to be a guy you made out with."

"It made all the difference in the fucking world, Kurt," he says, grabbing his curls in frustration "I can't even begin to tell you how I'm coping with this right now. It's complicated and…"

"Blaine, how about you call me when it gets uncomplicated and you're ready to actually tell me how you feel," he snaps, "Because I think you know, but you're unable to accept it right now…"

Blaine sits up, rubs his hand over his eyes. "Kurt." That word, that name, when he says it sounds so desperate.

Kurt is quiet for several seconds. "That was…really mean, I'm sorry. You're not the only one that's impulsive around here," he laughs, half-heartedly. "I get really defensive when I'm upset…and the fact that you haven't ignored me out of disgust is wonderful, but it doesn't help anything I felt when you left me sitting on your couch."

Blaine feels something heavy settle in his stomach. "You…you think I'm disgusted by you?" Kurt lets out a pitiful whine on the other line that Blaine hears him try to muffle. "God no, Kurt, I was the one that kissed you, remember?"

He hears Kurt sniffle. "I…can't believe I've even told you everything I have, but I just really, really want you." Something deep inside Blaine rears his head and simply loves that Kurt just said that, sending warmth through his veins. "And the fact that I said that to a supposed straight guy and he hasn't tossed me in a dumpster is a miracle in itself." Blaine almost says he would never do that, but he'd like to punch the bastards that did, but Kurt continues talking. "But…I'm not going to be dragged along while you sort things out. It hurts worse if I wait."

Blaine swallows. "I wouldn't ask you to do that." Of course Blaine wants him to wait, but Blaine's not sure exactly what he wants…no, he knows what he wants. He's just not sure how to deal with it, and he still doesn't know how to admit it to himself.

"Can we just…be happy, occasionally flirty, friends again? Your party's coming up and the girls and I are getting together tomorrow to shop for it, and I'm really excited about tomorrow, because it's my first trip to Cherie Couture, and the girls have all basically said they're buying me anything I want…which, I mean, I'm sure I can afford some of the things there, but since they're offering…"

"You should take them up on their offer, definitely."

"Never said I wouldn't," Kurt boasts.

Blaine laughs, feeling lighter already. "Tell me about your outfit ideas."

"Well, we haven't thought of anything yet. It's going to be spontaneous tomorrow. I think they have ideas…" He laughs, short and quiet. "And I'm not telling you regardless, because whatever I wear is going to be a surprise. I have to leave someone in the dark…"

Blaine rests his cheek on his hand, grinning. He didn't realize how badly he missed being at ease like this with Kurt. He has a feeling Kurt' rambling because he's nervous, and still upset, but hearing Kurt talk like that is enough for now.

They're silent for a minute. "You didn't…what she said, about you two making out in the car tonight…" He sounds anxious, shy.

Blaine frowns. "What?"

"That wasn't true, right?"

"Kurt," Blaine says, distressed. "Jesus, I've been home all night. What did she say to you?"

"It's…not really worth repeating."

Blaine lets that slide. "Don't listen to whatever she says, ever. She's a snake…"

"…That you're attracted to."

Blaine almost objects, but he knows Kurt's right. "Yes, but…she keeps turning me off day by day with the way she treats you and…it's going way downhill. We're not even together."

"She seems to think you are," Kurt says quietly, almost like he hoped Blaine didn't hear him. "How…how far have you two gone?" Blaine's silent, trying to work out a response. "I apologize. That was very forward of me. I shouldn't have…"

"It's fine," Blaine waves away Kurt's response. "Things got really heated in the car after Jeff's party. I don't…"

"Okay, that's enough," Kurt says, cutting him off. "I can only imagine, but I'm definitely not the guy to share that with. I don't even know why I asked."

"Yeah," Blaine says and another silence stretches between them.

"I'll see you at the party, okay?" Kurt finally says.

Blaine can't even hide his smile if he tried. "You'll be the best dressed one there."

"You're damn right I will be."

Blaine's plenty relaxed now, when he hears his doorbell ringing.

There's a part of him that wants to leap up and answer because maybe it's Kurt, but there's another, larger part of him that knows who it is and it isn't Kurt, that's for sure.

He rolls his eyes and gets up to push the intercom. "Go ahead."

"Blaine!" His suspicions are confirmed; it's Summer. "Let me in."

"Summer, can it wait till tomorrow? I'll talk to you at the music store."

"Jesus fuck, Blaine, why are you so protective over your room?" Because Kurt's the only one I've kissed in here and I'd like it to stay that way. "You knew, eventually, I'd want a bed for us…"

Blaine really hates his dick right now, because there's definitely a response to that, but he figures if he keeps this simple and quick and breaks it off with her, tells her to stop treating Kurt like shit, she'll finally back off.

"Come on down."

He's pulling on jeans and a sweater, just so he can have more clothes on, when she walks down the stairs. The second he sees her, he regrets he let her in.

His jacket is in her hands…and she's wearing nothing but a bra, a tiny pair of underwear, and some high heels. "Hey."

He's stunned for a minute. Obviously, he's seen this same amount in her bikini, but…oh shit she's coming closer.

He puts his hand on her waist, the other taking the jacket from her, that's my favorite jacket; she can't have it anymore, and puts it on his bed. "You need to leave."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not doing this with you, not here, not now, and maybe not ever again."

"Why are you so defensive over this bed and your room? You've been with too many girls to count and here I am offering myself up to you and you're turning me down," she says, aggravated. "I thought, you know, the hand job and the heavy petting after Jeff's get together was a sure sign you wanted this, or I don't know, you pursuing me for over a year was a sign too."

Blaine backs away and gives her a blanket lying beside his bed. "Put this on, and leave, please."

She snatches it from his grip and curls up in it. "See, this is frustrating, because you've been after me for ages and suddenly, you don't even look at me." He'd almost feel sorry for her if she wasn't so terrible and if this so wasn't the right time for any of this.

He steps closer, leaning down so he's level with her face. "Summer, I'm trying to be as nice as possible when I say get out."

He grips her hand and she reluctantly follows him upstairs and outside. He leaves the door to his room cracked open behind him.

Suddenly, she grabs him and pulls him in for a kiss and he's taken aback, but not enough to not respond to the kiss, because he does, and then she's pushing him against the window, pressed tightly against him, kissing him hard…

And then he comes to his senses and pushes her off as gently as he can. He's still a nice guy. "Summer, go. I'll see you at the party. And please, for the love of all that's good in the world, lay off of Kurt, okay?"

"He is just as mean to me, Blaine!" She nearly pitches a fit when she says that, spinning back around to him.

"I highly doubt he's mean unless you provoke him, so stop," he says, trying to keep his voice even. "He's new; he doesn't need someone hating him for no apparent reason like you do."

"Fine," she spits out. "Good luck resisting me at your party." Then she's gone.

"Fuck," he says, buries his head in his hands, rubs his temple, and immediately goes back inside and straight to his punching bag.

Cherie Couture is a strip mall in Coldwater with a ton of little boutiques and high end name brand stores and even a vintage thrift shop. It likes something out of Coastal Living magazine, with its storefronts with porches and trees for shade, stores on top of stores.

So, basically, it's a dream come true for Kurt.

He goes with Callie, Hope, and Mercedes. Brooklyn, Alex, and Savannah were joining them for dinner later. (It's kind of hard to separate them). And Faith's not much of a shopper, so she settled on going through her closet all day to pick something out and narrowing down her choices enough for Kurt to pick for her when he returns. Parties aren't her thing, Kurt knows this, but there's apparently something classy, but dangerous, about the annual Anderson bash.

Blaine's party is two days away. So they're cutting it close on time, and the girls even said they'll probably run into plenty of familiar faces of people shopping for the same things…all for the party, but they've got his back and he's got there's.

The girls have decided to look for evening dresses. A dash of sexy for Callie, classy for Mercedes, feminine and romantic for Hope.

Hope has on massive platforms today and she's already a stunning 5'8", but now she's towering over Kurt. He says this to her and she simply grins and points to her legs, saying, "These legs were meant to never be covered up and lengthened as much as possible with my expert fashion choices." Kurt definitely doesn't disagree with her.

Cherie Couture is interesting for many reasons, but mostly because girls and guys are free to shop in their bathing suits since its right beside the beach. So, it's no surprise Callie had opted for walking around in her suit with a wrap, linking arms with Mercedes, who's clothed in a cute sundress because no way in hell I'm walking around all day in my swimsuit.

Kurt links arms with her on her other side and smiles. "You're absolutely stunning. You should always walk around in a bathing suit."

Mercedes blushes and pushes him away. "Do you understand that my crush on you just increased twenty fold because of that?"

"Mine too," Callie says.

"Oh please," he looks at her, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses. "Like you need me to tell you how gorgeous you are…" She opens her mouth to object, but he grins. She reaches across Mercedes to smack him.

Hope runs to catch up with them, no longer distracted by something in the window a few stores back. "I'm feeling slightly left out," she links arms with Kurt. "Compliments wise, I don't need 'em. She glances behind her before looking at them, grinning. "Because hottie with a body right back there totally gave me the ultimate lesbian-look over."

Kurt arches his eyebrow. "That's a thing?"

"Only to fellow lesbians, yes." She turns her gaze to somewhere in the distance a little to their left and smirks. "It goes for gay men too…I don't even need to be an actual gay man though to know that Mr. Abercrombie with the luscious brown locks and smoldering blue eyes over there is totally checking you out. Like, could he be more obvious?"

Kurt blushes and Callie jumps in, smiling in that direction. "Maybe he's looking at me…"

She's still looking behind her as Kurt drags her into the store. She fights him at the doorway, before giggling and following the girls inside.

Kurt looks behind him, wishing he could say it was unintentional, but really, it was totally intentional, and sees the guy, Mr. Josh Duhamel look alike himself, watching him. He smirks and winks and oh that's really nice.

Kurt smiles back before entering the store. He catches Callie looking at a set of dresses on a rack. He sneaks up behind her, pinches her waist and she tenses, before he says, "He was totally looking at me."

"God damn you, Kurt Hummel, your unconventional attractiveness is taking all of my potential suitors from me…"

"I can't help it, Callie-bear," he chuckles. "I pull focus."

"Pretty, flawless jerk."

"I'm keeping tally. That was number 3…and you know, you should really take advantage of that, because like all three of them were equally as hot. First, you had your Josh Duhamel look alike, then your extra The O.C-looking version of Tyler Hoechlin, and then, Mr. step aside Ryan Gosling, this guy's taking your place on the sexiest men list, can I have yo number dude just two minutes ago."

Callie looks amused and jealous at the same time. It's all good fun, Hope swears, and Kurt knows that. And he's noticed the guys, of course, but only after the girls brought them to his attention. He's not…used to this. And he's flattered and embarrassed at the same time. Embarrassed because "have your number dude", approached him without hesitation, and asked for his number and Kurt had basically spluttered out a response before Mercedes came to his rescue. He'd cursed Callie for just standing there- she'd watched them, laughing behind her hand and did nothing, while Hope raided some handmade jewelry table a few feet away, completely unaware of what was happening until Mercedes filled her in later.

They've got a number of bags in hand as they settle for brunch at this really cutesy, hole in the wall restaurant that only serves brunch.

So far, they've only successfully found Hope's dress. A flowing, short, blush-colored piece that has a long train in the back but a slit the length of her legs and Santana is going to lose her mind, had been what Mercedes said, to which Hope responded with she won't be the only one…

Brunch is a pleasant affair filled with some chatter, and then it's interrupted by the arrival of three ever annoying boys.

Jamie pops up behind Kurt, with a "boo," in his ear, sending Kurt flying half way out of the seat. "Jesus Christ, Jamie!" He hits his arm as Jamie unceremoniously sts into the chair beside Kurt, greeting the girls with a "ladies", as Jeff straddles a seat with its back facing the table and David leans over Callie to tear off a piece of her crepe.

"Could you three be any more like teenage boys than right now?" Mercedes says, shaking her head, grinning before taking a bite of her muffin.

Jeff pretends to think about this, scratching his chin. "…Probably."

"Excuse you," Jamie says and he's facing Kurt and in his space and he smells like sunscreen and cologne and toothpaste and it's kind of delicious. "I'll be 19 next month. I only have one more year as a teenager."

"Well good," Hope says, voice oozing sarcasm. "Maybe then you might actually escape those dreaded puberty years and be a man."

"Fuck you, Palmer," he snaps.

"In your dreams," she says, high pitched and girlish, rolling her eyes.

"Okay, this is all lovely and all," Kurt looks at the guys and Jamie's resting his chin on his palm and grinning at him. "But, I'm just curious as to where your other halves are?"

"I'm not dating Lynn anymore, so…" Jamie leans forward to Kurt, lowering his voice to a whisper. "I'm single."

Kurt blushes behind his sunglasses.

Callie clears her throat. "He's not interested, Jameson."

"And, dude," David says, chuckling, "As if you being single or not has ever stopped you before."

"Hey," Jameson points his finger at David. "I'd be anything Kurt wants me to be."

Kurt scratches the back of his neck. "Oh My God, you're serious…" He's honestly surprised.

"Yeah," Jamie says, his voice uncharacteristically soft (so much so that the five others surrounding them whip their heads around, all equally as confused). "I would for you. Walk with me?"

Kurt's heart catches in his throat with nerves. "Um…"

Hope grins. "Go on."

"Not a good idea, dude," Jeff warns.

"Fuck off," Jamie says, standing up, flicking off the boys, before turning to Kurt, smiling. "You coming?"

Kurt stands, "Okay," but turns to Callie lifts up his sunglasses, begging her to say something.

"Have fun," she says, turning to her food, ignoring him and smirking.

"Dude, not a good idea," Jeff says again, voice rising.

"Not listening," Jamie sing songs and walks away, Kurt following behind him.

Kurt's not exactly sure what Jamie's intentions are (he figures it's Jamie, so they probably aren't at all pure).

He's also too busy staring at his chest (Jamie is always shirtless- it's probably why he gets so much tail) to hear what Jamie's saying until he says a name that so obviously peaks Kurt's interest.

"…didn't think I'd ever get you alone, especially with Blaine spending basically all his time with you."

"I'm sorry, what?" Kurt says, realizing he hasn't really thought of Blaine all day because he was too busy shopping with the girls and getting hit on at every corner.

But now he's thinking about Blaine again and he can't stop and he's thinking about that night…and his whole trying to get over this crush is definitely not working as well as he thought.

"You're always with Blaine…"

"Jamie, we haven't really hung out alone in a very long time…"

"Oh," he says. "Even so, he's really…protective over you even when he's not around you."

Kurt resists the urge to say, he is?

"It's kind of…fucking annoying actually."

"Um…" Kurt blushes. "Maybe it's because I'm new, and Summer is out to get me? And not everyone is as nice as you guys have been?"

"Honestly," Jamie chuckles. "I think it's because she's jealous of you."

Kurt's stunned. "Why would she be jealous of me?" He thinks of how she reacted the other night and…maybe she is, but it doesn't make any sense (but then he thinks maybe she doesn't know about what's happened between me and Blaine, but maybe she suspects something a little more, something different…maybe she knows on some level but she doesn't know, I guess?)

"Because," he scratches the back of his head. "Blaine, Jeff, me, the other guys…we, like, scramble to spend time with you. And that used to be sort of like her when she first got here, but not like this. She's hot, but she doesn't have the same sort of intrigue, I guess, as you do. Not to mention, we all like you. And Blaine hasn't been paying her much attention."

Kurt's flattered, and a little smug. He feels guilty for feeling that conceited, but he can't help it. "Oh…okay."

Jamie's really close to him now. "She probably thinks, for some crazy reason, that there's something more there…and like, I don't know why she would think that, but Kurt, if you were a girl, she'd be a lot more vicious…because then she knows she has competition. Blaine was never this interested in her…and I get, I get that you're awesome and wonderful and all that jazz, so I agree…but you know, she's gonna be pissed. She already is."

Kurt lets out a short laugh. "I wish I had something more to say to that than wow, okay."

"Ignore her though." Jamie waves his hand across his face. "She's not worth any of the shit she throws at you, and we like you way more than her, so she's gonna have to deal."

"What does this have to do with you exactly?" Kurt can guess what's coming, but it doesn't make him any less curious.

"Trying to ask you out with everyone around hasn't been going too well."

Kurt lets out a breathy laugh and looks up at Jamie. "You haven't actually asked me out. You've made numerous attempts, all a little too much, sometimes a little offensive, but still flattering at the same time."

"Word to mouth filter is kind of non-existent around you, and like, I'm already…inappropriate enough." Jamie laughs at this, and so does Kurt, because he is, he is inappropriate, and he wouldn't be Jameson "Jamie" Holden if he wasn't.

Kurt sighs, offers a polite smile, looks up at Jamie again, who smiles right back. "I'm going to have to politely decline for now. I'm not…one of your girls or guys and I won't be, not like that…"

"Oh, I'm well aware," Jamie says, like it should be the most obvious thing in the world. "I don't want just some Friday night hook up, you know? Not with you."

Kurt's smile falters a bit. Oh fuck. "I…um…I'm at a loss for words right now, and this is very flattering…"

Jamie smiles wide. "I know, you're like tomato red right now."

Kurt knows he is; he feels his cheeks burning. He never expected this to ever happen to him, not until New York. "I'm still going to say no, okay?"

Jamie inches in closer. "I respect that. I won't push. If you're interested though, let me know."

"I mean," Kurt laughs nervously. "Y-you're very attractive, don't get me wrong…" He goes off into lalaland for a second, because Jamie's abs, okay? "Very…attractive…" He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. "I just…no, okay?" He almost says because I'm falling for someone else, and it's all ridiculous because he's supposedly straight, but I can't help what I feel, but that's just how it is.

"I'll take that. I can deal with that…" Jamie sounds slightly hurt, but almost like he's fine with what Kurt said? And now he's lowering his head to Kurt's, so close Kurt can see his eyes through the tiny of his sunglasses. "One more thing…"

Then he's placing one hand on Kurt's cheek and kissing him and it's very gentle and chaste and Kurt opens his lips slightly, kisses back, briefly, without thinking, then pulls away, rubs his lips together, licking them. "Um…"

Jamie smirks, nods his head behind him. "Let's head back."

Kurt walks back with Jamie a step behind him, very well aware that Jamie is there and he's blushing because what just happened?

He catches the tail end of the conversation the girls are having with Jeff and David. By Jeff vigorously nodding his head and David is gesticulating wildly, he's sure it's intense.

"…So, I'm going as Spiderman and she's going as Mary Jane, because she's a red head…"

Callie leans on the arm of her chair. "Why not Gwen Stacey? She's so much better. I mean Emma Stone is playing her, how much better can you get?"

"She could always dye her hair," Hope says, leaning against Mercedes.

"That's what I tried to tell him," David says,

"Well yeah, but she's totally against that dying her hair thing…and man, I still have to squeeze into this Spiderman costume…"

"You're a skinny little white boy," Mercedes teases. "I'm sure it'll be easy."

"Well, Alexandria is going as Wonder Woman," David says, shaking his head with affection. "I'm wearing one of my suits- Armani, and the layers will be removed as the night goes on…"

"I'm so thrilled," Hopes says, picking at her nails.

David tosses a napkin at her, gesturing to himself. "Hey, you know it's going to happen."

"He'll be dancing on tables…" Jeff says. David glares at him, challenging him. "I mean, I will too, but…"

"That's a little crazy isn't it?" Kurt cuts in.

They turn the attention to Kurt and Jamie, completely.

"Took you two long enough…" Callie says, wiggling her eyebrows.

Kurt stares at her for a few seconds, and then says, "Let's head out, girls…"

They wave goodbye to the others as they leave, and Jamie catches Kurt's arm (and Kurt is well aware of the five other people watching them right now). "Think about it, okay." He gives his arm a firm squeeze. "I'll see you this weekend." Then he turns to the girls, nods his head, and lowers his sunglasses. "Ladies."

Jeff and David drag him away by both arms, but not before Callie fake swoons, falling into Mercedes, who pushes her off, laughing.

Kurt is so fucked.

Kurt, Callie, Hope, and Mercedes have spent the past few hours shopping and they finally, finally settled on a dress for Callie- a color blocked piece- pink on the top, blue on the bottom with a bare-midriff- and one for Mercedes- a silver-sequined, curve hugging, short piece that Kurt literally stood beside her the entire time and told her you look so sexy, my dear.

They've brainstormed Kurt's clothes (from his closet- they bought him more clothes, but he's already planning with what he already has, minus the mask) and their last stop is the masquerade shop, buried in an alley, completely out of sight (but spectacular to enter into, or so Kurt heard).

Kurt is having a good time, but his brain's a little fuzzy, because kissing Jamie has just reaffirmed the fact that he really wants to tell somebody what's going on.

So, before he joins the girls in the shop, he excuses himself to the bathroom after promising to buy dinner because they've spoiled him. (Hope reminded him don't get used to it- we like you, but we know you're perfectly capable of spending your own money…this was our treat).

He's going to make a phone call.

"Rachel!" Kurt whispers into his phone, huddled in the bathroom, looking around to be sure it's empty, checking the door one more time.

"Kurt!" Her shrill voice echoes so loudly through the phone that he pulls it from his head as she finishes talking. "Oh My God, I haven't heard from you since you got to Coldwater! It's highly upsetting, even though I'm planning to visit soon, of course, you can't keep me away forever! And you and I are hitting up NYADA to tour when you get back in time for school…I can't wait! It's so clooose, and yet so farrr…"

Kurt's sure she didn't even breathe during that mini-monologue.

"Rachel," he nearly hisses. "We'll talk about all of that later. This is…urgent and I need to talk to someone who isn't in this town. I've been wanting to talk about this for, like, several days now, and now I feel like I'm ready to explode. Tick Tick Boom, okay? And something else happened today and…"

"Kurt…why are you whispering?" She has the gall to whisper loudly back and he rolls his eyes with love for her Rachel Berry-ness. "What's going on? Is everything okay? They're not giving you a hard time are they?"

"Oh God no, just one of them so far, but no, nearly everyone in this town is very…" He thinks about Blaine flirting, Jeff staring at him every waking minute, the girls loving him and buying him things for Christ's sake, making out with Blaine, and kissing Jamie. "…Accommodating."

"Then why are you calling me without wanting to talk to me for hours? I miss you." He can hear her pout.

"You know I miss you," he says, softly. He looks around again one more time before ducking back in his corner. "But, I-I…Ikissedaboy…"

Silence. "Did you just say…what did you just say?"

He rolls his eyes. "I kissed a boy…a man, an actual member of the male species!"

Silence again, then a shriek that causes Kurt to jerk back and nearly drop his phone. "OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod…you have to tell me everything!" Her excitement is a little too much sometimes.

"Rachel! Shhh…actually, I-I kissed…Ikissedtwoboys."

"Oh my God…oh my fucking God, Kurt, tell me more please? And how did that even happen? You've been there for not even three weeks, what the hell!"

"There's nothing else to tell except…making out is just as fun as you say it is," he says, remembering how good it felt.

"I have to tell Tina and Sugar and…"

"Rachel, focus! I really, really like one of them, except he's…well, he's kind of straight."

Rachel's silent for way too long this time. "Um…say what?"

"I mean, I don't think he's only into girls, not anymore, but…" Kurt peers around the bathroom stall door one more time. "His name's Blaine, and I told him, like I actually told him, that I was into him. Rachel, I really want to date him but I am in way over my head."

"That's so sweet and adorable," she coos.

"No it's not! I have a serious issue!" He cries out, frustrated. "The other guy I kissed, he likes boys, like for sure likes boys, and he…he and Blaine both kissed me…"

"They made the first move? Kuuuurttt…." She lets out an excited, cute giggle and Kurt wonders just how long she's been waiting to talk about things like this with him. "It sounds fantastic, so what exactly is the problem?"

"Jamie, the second one…he's really hot and he's really into me and he could be fun, but like, I don't want him like I want Blaine, do you get what I'm saying? And no one that I know of knows about what happened between Blaine and I and he's only ever dated girls, Rachel, and then he kissed me. B-but Jamie…Jamie's the easier route, but I wouldn't want him for more than…a make out session…with his shirt off, and that's not even like me, at least I think, but do you get what I'm saying?"

"So you're falling for Blaine…"

Kurt's heart drops and his vision blurs, ever so briefly. "I wouldn't say that…"

He's pretty sure she's giving him a death glare on the other line when she says, again, "So you're falling for Blaine…"

Goddammit, even through the phone she's on to me. "…Yes."

"But he's supposedly straight and you're really into him and then Jamie is…hot, okay, got ya…" He really thinks she's going to say something that would help him out somehow, but she doesn't. "Send me pictures, Kurt, I'm begging you!"

"Rachel Barbra Berry."

"Fine, fine, you party pooper." He's pretty sure she's sticking her tongue out at him. "So, Blaine's…trying to get his head together it sounds like? Still? And Jamie knows he wants you? So…what are you going to do?"

This is the problem, because Kurt hasn't really thought much about this. "Um…I guess stay friends with them and not push for anything more?"

"And wait for Blaine?"

"Um, no, but…yes. I mean, of course not. I mean…yes, yes, I want to, even though I have no idea what conclusion he's going to come to."

"Kurt…" She warns. "What else?"

"Blaine and Jamie are really good friends in this completely unconventional way and they've only both been interested in the same person at the same time once…and…it didn't end well, from what I heard hinted at…"

"So…you're telling me, if any of this leaks to either of them, you'll possibly have two guys fighting for your affections…" Her voice is still heavily laced with excitement.

"There's not really a fight…I mean that wouldn't happen…why would that happen?" He says, flustered. "I'm not going to do anything else with Jamie, at least not right now, and it was really a very simple kiss with him. And with Blaine, oh God, that was not a simple kiss, that was really hot, it was so hot I was shaking, and now I'm thinking about Blaine and this is so damn annoying…and I like Blaine, not Jamie. Blaine Blaine Blaine…" He says all in one breath.

She's quiet again, and then she exhales deeply. "That is so hot."

He leans against the wall, resisting the urge to bang his head against it. "You're not being helpful, Rachel!"

"Hey, I'm being supportive!" Now he's sure she's crossing her arms, phone tucked under her ear, and glaring at the wall in her room

"Rachel."

"Oops, would you look at the time, gotta go, dads are home, love you Kurt!" She blows loud kisses on the other line towards him and says, "Have fun kissing boys, " with the biggest smile on her face, Kurt's sure of it, before hanging up.

"I hate you." But not really.

A/N: WHAT HAVE I DONE. Lol (Please, Jamie should be the least of your worries).

I had to cut this chapter off (there were a few more scenes I wanted to add), because I got carried away with several scenes in this, but you'll get the scenes I wanted to follow this up with in the next chapter. And, not much Klaine in this chapter, but I guarantee a lot in the next two, for sure. ;)

I really appreciate your reviews guys! Come on, more of you can speak up…I know you can…=) I'm whipping this story out a lot quicker than I ever planned to…reviews definitely help that. ;) And again, it totally makes my day when I get notifications for this story.