:-) I adore you all! Here is Chapter Four (the longest chapter yet) as promised! I will definitely have the next chapter for you by the end of the weekend, and I am praying to Wizard God that I will be able to post it Sunday night. (You can pray with me if you want...or just ask Grilled Cheesus). I am falling more and more in love with Darren Criss and Chris Colfer every day (and believe me when I say I've never had celebrity crushes this bad before.) Disclaimer: Do I own any of this? Negatory. Enjoy this chapter, my dears!


Blaine sat up with a start, cursing and sweating. The sheets were twisted around him, though thankfully in his, uh, tossing and turning he hadn't disturbed Ava's sleeping form beside him. He gingerly untangled himself from the bedcovers and crept out of their darkened bedroom into the adjacent bathroom.

Blaine stared at himself in the mirror, trying to forget what had just happened. He ran a hand over the stubble of his jaw and rubbed his face with his hands. Damn it! Ignoring this would not make it go away.

He yawned and sank onto the wicker laundry hamper, using it as a chair. It had been part of a wedding gift from his aunt and uncle, because they apparently thought that he and Ava would need hundred dollar baskets to hide their dirty laundry. At least they are good for something, he mused, resting his back against the wall.

It had been years since he'd had a dream like this. Well…he thought it had been years. Maybe it was more like a couple months. Gah, Blaine just couldn't believe this had happened again! After coming back from his honeymoon with Ava, he had assumed that their commitment to each other would be enough to stop these dreams. Obviously he was wrong.

It's just that…well…Blaine didn't understand. It's not that sex dreams weren't uncommon or anything… But Blaine was sure that it WAS uncommon to have hot, steamy dreams about someone who, uh, wasn't his wife. Because he was POSITIVE that in his dream, the hands, slightly larger, firmer, yet still soft, that were caressing his chest, neck, and back did not belong to his wife. He had a hazy memory of hot kisses trailing down his stomach, going lower and lower, and the feel of that person-who-wasn't-his-wife's-lips and chin, roughly rubbing against the sensitive skin of his lower body was sinfully arousing.

Blaine groaned, willing his growing erection to calm down. God, just thinking about that dream was turning him on! There wasn't much more that he could remember; just kissing and touching and hands and lips and tongues everywhere. Oh, he remembered seeing a flash of brilliantly blue yet kind of gray yet green eyes…that for sure didn't belong to Ava.

Blaine searched through the dim remnants of the dream, trying to remember more details. It was then that it hit him; the hair. The hair was short, much unlike Ava's long blonde mane. The hair was short and smelled like vanilla and coffee (well that's what his dream self thought it smelled like) and was unbelievably soft. Blaine banged his head back against the wall and cursed under his breath. This dream was the most vivid of the past ones of this…sort. And it was different. Not so much unlike the occasional dreams he used to have as a teenager, but…

"Blaine? Is that you?" Ava called sleepily from their bedroom, having been woken up from the thumping of Blaine's head against the wall.

"Yeah, I'll be back in a second babe," replied Blaine, rubbing his forehead with his palm. As he shuffled back to bed and snuggled under the warm sheets, Blaine's mind briefly returned to his inappropriate dream. He just didn't know anything anymore…well…he knew he hadn't dreamed of Ava. Guilt flooded through him; it was worse that he was having a sex dream about another person while his wife was sleeping beside him. And…well… Blaine yawned, unable to follow his train of thought, and he drifted off to sleep next to his wife. His last thoughts, though jumbled and relatively incoherent, left him wondering why there had been nothing indicating that it had in fact been another girl that he had been dreaming about…


A week later, he and Ava were wandering through the crowd of a nearby open air farmer's market, the mid morning June sun brightly shining overhead. Blaine blessed Wizard God (okay, parts of him were still a dorky Harry Potter nerd) that there was a slight breeze, which provided relief from the day's humidity. Ava tugged on Blaine's hand, pulling him through the crowd as she wove in and around the various booths.

"Ooh, Blaine, look at all the flowers!" squealed Ava, coming to a halt at a florist's booth. Blaine rolled his eyes lovingly at her reaction; she was like a little kid sometime. Ava reached down to pluck a lily from a bouquet and buried her nose in the petals. "Mmm…" she inhaled, "these are divine. Smell them, Blaine!"

"Naw, I'll take your word for it…" muttered Blaine, slightly distracted because he thought he heard singing coming from around the street corner.

Ava pouted and stuck the flower in Blaine's nose. Giggling at his reaction, she waited for him to give in. Blaine laughed at her, pulling her in for a tight hug, and grabbed a nearby bouquet of lilies. "They smell lovely, my dear" he whispered to her.

"These for the pretty lady," he said to the booth owner, gesturing to the bouquet in his hand. Ava beamed at him, and after Blaine presented her with the lilies, she kissed him on the cheek and tucked the bouquet in her 'shopping' basket (it happened to be a fairly expensive wooden basket; think pricey-vogue-Little-Red-Riding-Hood).

The couple wandered down the street, only to stop by the small stage that was set up in a neighborhood park, where a jazz band was playing soft background music. Blaine and Ava stood there for a moment, simply listening, when Blaine heard a voice he had never thought he would hear again.

" 'Cedes, stop it! Don't be rude!" the voice whined, causing Blaine to spin around, searching for the speaker. Ava gave him a quizzical look, but dismissed his odd behavior just the same.

"All I'm sayin' is that you are much better than this singer here. That's it!" smirked Mercedes, pinching Kurt's side as he tried to slap her arm in faux disapproval.

"Ow, that hurt!" cried Kurt, glaring at Mercedes before taking a sip of his latte.

"Wimp…" she muttered, sipping her iced mocha. She and Kurt were sitting at a tiny table in front of the stage, enjoying their 'coffee date' on this warm Sunday morning. The street in front of the stage was littered with tables and chairs; most were occupied with couples or small families.

A couple approached their table, causing Kurt to choke on his latte and his eyes to widen enormously. "B-blaine?" Kurt spluttered, wiping his hand nonchalantly across his lips. Damn it, Mistake #1. Way to look like a fool…

"Kurt? Is that you?" asked Blaine, coming over to stand by their table. Ava followed him happily, giving a small yelp when she saw who had caught Blaine's attention.

Mercedes watched the entire exchange with a critical eye, noting how a blush instantly rose on Kurt's cheeks (he'd try to blame it on something else, she just knew it) and how he looked self conscious and nervous for a fleeting second as Blaine walked over.

So this was Blaine…Mercedes gave the man in question a onceover, noting his dark curly hair (just as Kurt described) and his surprisingly small stature. However, she was completely unprepared to see how his eyes lit up at seeing Kurt, and how his smile grew even wider as he approached them. Given, she hadn't even met the man, so who was she to try to understand him? But as far as she could tell, Blaine's face was an open book, and Kurt's presence was making something happen.

A small part of her was elated that Blaine was reacting to Kurt, because she just knew that her boy wasn't completely making this all up. However, Mercedes didn't want to be quick to judge, so she decided to be a passive observer and simply…wait and see how this would turn out. (Not that she wouldn't step in if necessary.)

"Oh my gosh, Kurt? What a surprise to see you here!" said Ava, coming over to give him a quick hug. Momentarily taken aback by her overt friendliness, Kurt returned her greeting with a gentle smile, finding himself glad that the tiny affectionate bundle of energy was there.

"Hey…" said Blaine, nodding to Kurt. Internally, Blaine cursed at himself (he seemed to be doing that a lot lately.) But really, how was he supposed to greet the man that a. sang at his wedding, b. was hilarious and nice and … well Blaine really liked him, and c. had met him once before yet dealt with a drunk Blaine and said drunk Blaine singing a flirty song for (it wasn't to him…because he had been singing to Ava, he thought. Well, he couldn't really remember much of that part of the night anyway…) him? 'Hey' and a nod was perhaps the douchiest thing he could've done though. What does he think of me? A sudden explosion of nerves settled in Blaine's stomach, causing him to second guess every miniscule action he made.

Kurt only smiled (a beautiful smile, Blaine noted. Wait, WTF? Only girls, specifically my wife, can have beautiful smiles. Well, but Kurt's smile…okay. His was an exception to the rule.) and returned the nod, his eyes glimmering with an unsaid 'hello, I've missed you.' (Well, Blaine's unconscious self interpreted the eye-glimmering to mean that, but Blaine's rational brain decided it meant 'hey yourself.'

"Ava, Blaine…" Kurt raised his eyebrows at his girl, silently screaming at her 'this is the guy from the wedding!'… "meet Mercedes." Kurt nudged Mercedes to stand up. "Hold back the diva…" he whispered, causing his best friend to glare at him and toss her head.

"Don't I always?" she replied, winking at him. "It's wonderful to meet you both," said Mercedes to Ava and Blaine, shaking both their hands.

"It's a pleasure make the acquaintance of one of Kurt's friends" said Blaine stiffly. Shit, now I sound like a stuck-up old fart from the Victorian age! Stop talking, self! Shut up!

"Dang, are you always this polite?" laughed Mercedes, causing Ava to giggle at Blaine's stunned expression.

Kurt glared at Mercedes and turned around to address the couple. "Please excuse her; she doesn't bite."

Ava laughed and sat down in the chair next to Mercedes, "No, she's absolutely right! She read Blaine exactly; he's always—I mean always—like this when he meets new people. You should have seen him when we first met…he asked me if he could escort me to my destination…"

Huh, he wasn't like that when he met me…though Kurt, replaying their first encounter in his mind. Nope, he wasn't overly polite or anything… Out of the corner of his eye, Kurt saw Blaine drifting towards the empty chair to his side. Making a split second decision, Kurt returned to his seat and patted the chair next to him. "Come, sit!" he said to Blaine, hoping that whatever he was doing was the appropriate way to act towards his married, completely oblivious crush. "How is married life treating you? Sick of it yet?" asked Kurt lightly, grinning so Blaine would know he was joking. I mean, were they at that point yet? Sure, they'd only met once before, but Ava was chatting happily with Mercedes and it just felt…instinctive and natural to talk with Blaine.

"Nope, not yet!" said Blaine with a smile, sitting down next to Kurt and stretching his legs. "True, it's only been a little over a month so I can't say I'm worn and wise yet…but we haven't killed each other yet!" Blaine glanced over at Ava, a fleeting look of guilt passing over his features before he turned back to Kurt.

As perceptive as he was, Kurt noticed the look but tactfully said nothing; he knew THAT would be crossing the line for sure.

The two men began to talk, their conversation ranging from anything to everything. There was a certain ease in how they sat together; words flowed between them easily. Blaine found Kurt to be witty, with a bit of snarky humor mixed in, while at the same time he was interesting and intelligent. Blaine was pleased to find out that Kurt was staying in Cincinnati for the entire summer; he moved back to his New York apartment on September first every year.

Kurt was equally impressed with Blaine; he was sweet and nice and it was so comfortable talking to him. Kurt had this strange feeling that Blaine could make him spill his guts and divulge all his secrets without really trying. Blaine, it turned out, was an author, and he had published several award winning novels.

"Would I have read them?" asked Kurt, mentally going through his list of books to read, looking for one written by one Blaine Anderson.

"I doubt it…" said Blaine, blushing slightly. Actually, I hope he hasn't read any of them. He probably doesn't like mystery novels anyways…

Kurt smiled as their discussion moved on, deciding that he would go out one of these days and buy one of Blaine's books. Hey, it wouldn't hurt, right? Don't friends read friends' books? Kurt eventually found himself telling Blaine about Finn and his family, something he rarely brought up with anyone. Blaine was just so open and fun to talk to; it was as easy as breathing, with him.

"So Mercedes, what do you do for a living?" asked Ava, catching both Blaine and Kurt's attention.

"She's a fashion designer!" interjected Kurt, smiling smugly at his friend. "And a fantastic one at that. Which, coming from me, means quite a lot!"

Mercedes glared daggers at him. "No, he's lying, I'm not a 'fashion designer' as he puts it. I prefer to think of myself as a budding artist," she quipped.

"…which pretty much means she's trying to start her own design company and hasn't had the courage to do that yet," continued Kurt, poking Mercedes in the side to emphasize his point.

"Ooh, really? An entrepreneur! I like!" giggled Ava, grinning at her new friends. "What sort of style are your designs? What kind of customers are you going to be catering to? Do you have any investors yet?"

"Wow, wow, wow, slow down there! I have my portfolio and some manufacturing connections, but that's about it. Right now I'm working at Neiman Marcus to 'observe' and 'learn,' but most of their clothes aren't really my style," said Mercedes, surprised at Ava's enthusiasm.

"Sorry guys, that's Ava the business woman talking right there…she works in her dad's investment bank and LOVES to talk small business with anyone she can. Oh, and she loves clothes. 'Nuff said," explained Blaine.

"Yes, well, Mercedes DOES have talent, and right now she's looking for someone to do advertisement for her," said Kurt. This entire time, he had failed to notice Blaine's closeness, but now he couldn't keep his brain from reveling in the fact that he was inches away from the man's body.

Heat (no, not the heat from the sun and not due to the humidity) was smoldering in the space between the two men; Kurt yearned to close the distance between them and press their legs together.

HELLO! screamed his brain. Not okay, and DEFINITELY not going to happen!

Sighing, Kurt tried not to focus on fact that he could even smell Blaine. Not in a gross way. No, this was…intoxicating. He smelled slightly musky and warm (how can someone smell warm?) and like linen and soap and paper (again…does paper even smell?). Kurt subtly drank up his scent, his knees going weak at the combination of Blaine's proximity and the smell of him.

Blaine was not faring much better. Granted, he was more focused on attributing his overly sensitive state to the weather…or…or to the fact that he hadn't had coffee this morning…or to the fact that he didn't sleep well…or to something other than the possibility that it was completely and utterly due to Kurt and his proximity that was causing him to feel this way. Because that just wouldn't do. And it would be impossible…right?

Blaine cleared his throat (as he simultaneously tried to clear his mind). "Wait, you need someone in advertising? What about David?" asked Blaine, looking at Ava to see what she thought.

"Yes! That'd be great! Blaine's friend from high school, David, owns an advertising company here. It's actually quite well known…one of Ohio's largest companies. He would be an excellent person to introduce you to the business," said Ava, impatiently waiting for Mercedes' response.

"Oh, I don't know about that…" began Mercedes. Honestly, she had just met these people and they were already acting like they were best friends!

"No, I insist! We'll have you guys over for dinner…yes, that would be best. Sometime next week maybe…we'll invite Wes and Kelly over as well…because we can't have a dinner party with one and not the other…" Ava muttered to herself, making a plan in her head. "Blaine, what do you think of that?"

Actually, Blaine hadn't been paying attention at all, because his eyes were transfixed on Kurt's wrist, which was casually resting on the table. The skin there was a milky white, so delicate it looked almost translucent. Blaine could barely see the light tracing of veins and muscles underneath Kurt's skin, but the combination of it all just looked so sensitive and mmm….I mean, who ever though wrists could look so damn se—"Huh? What?" Blaine's eyes snapped up to meet Ava's, causing his fixation on Kurt to dissipate instantly. "What did you say?"

"I was asking if you liked the idea of having Kurt and Mercedes over for dinner to meet David!"

"Me?" squeaked Kurt. No no no, be in Blaine's house? Where he lived? And…and slept? And got dressed? Oh gawd, don't think of Blaine getting dressed. Or getting undressed… "No, please, that'd be too much. I mean, it's completely unnecessary for me to come!"

What? Kurt? In his house? Where…where he lived? That was just so…so intimate, wasn't it? Wait…no…friends had friends over all the time…this wouldn't be any different. Okay, so he'd probably clean the house more than when David or Wes came over…not that he would try to impress Kurt or anything. Well…crap…wait maybe this isn't a good idea after all. Kurt would be in his house and what if he didn't like it? What if… "Wait, babe, they don't have to come if they don't want to…" Blaine's inner self cowered in embarrassment. Really, Blaine? That was a lame ass attempt at stopping this. However, Blaine's subconscience was happily dancing at the thought of Kurt coming over. Yay!

"Oh, nonsense…" shushed Ava, liking this idea more and more. "Yes, this is perfect! How about two Sundays from now? You guys can come over to our place at about 5:30? Please say you'll come!" Ava virtually begged Mercedes and Kurt.

Mercedes eyed Kurt warily, giving him a look that said 'If you leave me alone with these people, regardless of how much I actually like them, I WILL cut you.' Damn. That meant if 'Cedes was going he was going, and this could actually turn out well for her fashion business. Shit shit shit…but it will just be a bad idea for him to be in Blaine's house. Kurt sighed, vowing to control himself when the time came. "Alright, dinner it is."

"Yay!" Ava clapped her hands, her eyes bright. Blaine held in a groan, not wanting to think about all the complications that would arise from this. "Here is our address…" said Ava, writing it down on a scrap of paper. "Just think of this as a…light hearted get together of friends, with a tiny bit of business on the side; no schmoozing necessary!" Laughing lightly, she checked her watch and got up from the table, grabbing her basket of flowers as she went. "C'mon Blaine, we are meeting my mother for brunch in fifteen minutes, and we cannot be late again! It really was lovely meeting you," she gushed, resting her hand on Mercedes' shoulder. "We will see you soon!"

Blaine stood up and shook Mercedes' hand, only causing her to shake her head with a small smile. "It was nice meeting you Blaine," she said.

"Same here," he replied, only to turn to Kurt and feel his breath catch in his throat.

Ava had just given Kurt a quick hug, and now he stood, face to face, in front of Blaine.

C'mon Blaine, this isn't a big deal, guys hug their guy friends all the time! Wait, are we even friends yet? Well…Kurt's coming over for dinner so that suggests potential friend status. Like with Wes and David! No big deal! But this was a big deal…it was Kurt. This was different. Oh god, just go for it! Blaine leaned forward tentatively, causing a bubble of hope to rise in Kurt's chest.

Oh please oh please oh please…thought Kurt. His chest collided with Blaine's, the contact eliciting an inaudible sigh from both men. Blaine gently wrapped his arms around Kurt, being careful to not touch him too much or too little.

However, Kurt's body was on fire; his own arms slide around Blaine's sides to curl around his back. After about a millisecond, their bodies quickly detached, and Blaine shoved his hands nervously into his pockets. "Well, bye! It was great to see you again, Kurt!" said Blaine, smiling charmingly at both Kurt and Mercedes before turning around to find where Ava had wondered off to.

"Bye…" replied Kurt, watching Blaine's retreating back with a sigh. "Oh god…" he said, sinking back into his chair and taking a sip of his now cool latte.

Mercedes raised her eyebrows and said nothing, simply watching Kurt's visible reaction. Kurt's cheeks were even more flushed than before, and his eyes were brighter then she had ever seen them.

"What?" snapped Kurt, aware of her intense scrutiny. Mercedes gestured wordlessly to his blazing cheeks. "I'm not blushing! It's just…just ridiculously hot out…gawd. It's like an oven in here! I'm burning up..." Was that plausible? Kurt looked to see if Mercedes bought his excuse. Huh. Of course she wouldn't…lord…Finn, his not so bright step brother, could probably think of a better excuse than THAT.

Surprisingly, Mercedes didn't say anything, but she got up from the table and slipped her arm under his. "C'mon boy, let's go back home. Since you only stay with me for half the year, I want all the Kurt time that I can get!" said Mercedes, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

"Nuh-uh, not the hair!" Kurt, still suspicious at the lack of confrontation he was faced with, scoffed at her. "Maybe I should just stay and party in New York for the entire year! That way I wouldn't have to deal with YOU…" he laughed.

"Naw, you'd miss me too much…" Mercedes replied, glad their conversation had taken a lighter turn. As they walked through the market back towards their apartment, she couldn't help but worry about what their upcoming dinner party would result in. She didn't know how Kurt would take it, being in Blaine's house and all, but she was sure that it was her job to be there with him. Plus, she'd get to meet this David guy and hopefully get a bit closer to launching her clothing line. So really, what was there to worry about? It'd be a win-win for everyone…


Chapter Five: The dinner party! (Dramatic music...) How does Kurt react to being at Blaine's house?
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