Author's Note: vswimming12 mentioned how this Klaine is very alternative, which I wholly agree. These two have created their own house in my brain and I want badly to burn it down. But for the purpose of this story they get to annoy the hell out me with their banter, fluff and other mentionables.

I honestly thought this chapter was going to be much better than it is now, but something happened and it fell to shit. But I've still got a lot more to write so who knows.

A big thank you to everyone who's been so awesome. Readers, reviewers and everyone alike; thank you for taking the time out of your day to read whatever this is that I'm writing. I'm glad you all are enjoying it. And face it, I flirt with all of you.

By morning we were wide awake, already dressed and enjoying room service. We got the simple things; pancakes, sausages, bacons, eggs, toast. Kurt did order some things that seemed to be in French, but part of me had a feeling that he really had no idea what he was eating. He seemed to enjoy it, at least.

"This breakfast is sort of orgasmic," he said as he nibbled on some jelly toast.

I nodded. "It's definitely a treat for your stomach. Mine is used to eating frozen breakfast bowls or hot pockets or fruity pebbles. I rarely cook at home."

"I cook all the time! Mostly because you can't really get take out that isn't covered in grease."

"Ah, you're one of those health freaks," I stated.

He pursed his lips. "I'm simply one of those people who care about what goes in their bodies. Excuse me for not wanting to choke on a frozen chicken leg."

"That's why you cook it…"

The few minutes that followed were full of silence and the sounds of metal scrapping against glass. But it wasn't that awkward atmosphere that seemed to surround us. It was just quiet.

"So Mr. Anderson—" he started.

I stopped chewing. "Blaine."

He looked at me, his eyes questioning. "Blaine?"

"Kurt, you seem like a smart guy. But did you honestly forget my name?" I questioned him, glaring.

His eyes grew wide. "What? Of course not!"

"You're really bad at lying."

He smirked. "Or maybe I'm just fucking with you."

"Now I'm really glad I threw you in the bath tub."

"You're just lucky I didn't have my rape whistle on me," he sniffed.

I laughed. "You own a rape whistle?"

"Perhaps. Or maybe I'm just fucking with you again. It's quite fun—I see why you do it all time."

I shook my head and shoved and fork full of scramble eggs into my mouth, noticing that they were getting a bit cold. I would have to eat the rest of them quickly if I wanted semi-warm eggs.

"Now, where was I before you got all prissy." I ignored his comment, except for the eye roll. "Right. So, why don't you tell me a little about yourself?" He stopped eating and put a hand under his chin while his elbow rested on the table. He fluttered his eyelashes at me and smiled. I wanted to both punch him in the face and swoon.

I mused over a witty response. "My name is Blaine. I like long walks in the moonlight, except for when I turn into a werewolf. That's a bitch." Buh-dum-tiss.

"I'll be sure to not walk with you when there's a full moon, then. Thanks for the heads up," he replied as he began to eat.

"Do you have any mythical creature quirks? I bet you make a killer fairy."

"I hope you're not serious."

"Look at my face." He looks up, a bored expression on his adorable baby face. "Do I look serious to you?"

"I can't tell…I'm getting lost in your eyebrows. I think I'll name them. That one," he pointed to my right eyebrow, which was raised ever so slightly, "will be named Mario. And the other Luigi."

"My eyebrows are Italian plumbers that battle mutated turtles? Lovely."

"If it's any consolation, your cock is Princess Peach."

My laughing became uncontrollable then, and Kurt joined in once I had fallen out of my chair, hitting the floor with a big thud. He asked me if I was okay and I answered in laughs, slowly getting myself back up. Our laughter came to a halt soon after and we continued to eat.

"What about you?" I asked him out of the blue. He looked up at me, that questioning gaze returning. "Tell me something about you."

He stopped eating and took a deep breath, clearly trying to think about what he could say.

"Well, I've lived in Lima, Ohio all my life. I came out officially when I was sixteen. In eleventh grade some stuff happened and I went to a private school; Dalton Academy…"

I nearly spit my orange juice onto his face. "Dalton Academy? In Westerville? I went there!"

"Really?" he asked, just as surprised as me.

"Yeah, I went there for nearly four years."

"Small world," he said quietly.

I felt my lips go from a small smile to a tight line. "Very."

"Any particular reason that you went?" he asked.

"Bullies," I stated. "I was tormented all throughout my freshman year of high school. And middle school. And elementary."

He nodded. "Me too. I had no choice but to really leave my school. It was horrible."

"I didn't have a hard time leaving. I really didn't have any friends and home life wasn't all that great. Dalton was the best thing that ever happened to me, up until college, though." He opened up his mouth, ready to ask me questions. I stopped him before he got a chance. "How bad were your bullies?"

"Pretty bad. They mostly called me names or threw me in the dumpsters or slushied me…"

"Wait, slushied? Like a slurpee from 7-11? I don't see how this works. Explain please."

He sat up and scratched his neck, his nose scrunching up. "Well, they'd go to a gas station, buy a slushie and then bring it to school. And then when you weren't really expecting it, bam! Fucking bitch slap by an ice berg. So many perfect outfits ruined." He shuttered.

"That's really shitty. But I guess it's better than like, getting jumped or put in a hospital."

"Were you put in a hospital?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Bullies suck."

"That they do. I lost all hope before Dalton came into my life. I even thought about suicide, but I couldn't do something like that to my Dad. Or Finn. Or Carole."

"I've tried to kill myself," I simply said, as if it were normal.

"Really?" He starred at me with his wide ocean eyes, as if I had succeeded and was a ghost.

I dropped my utensils and lifted up my arms, my wrists facing him. He reached over and pulled my left arm closer to him, examining the crooked scar there. I felt my eyes close as his soft finger followed the white strip.

"Did it hurt?" he asked with a whisper.

"I was already hurting too much inside to feel anything else. It was sort of a relief; I was minutes away from being safe." I felt his hand leave my wrist and I opened my eyes, picking up my fork and knife. "My step-dad found me. An ambulance came, they took me to a hospital, stitched me up and for the next five months I was on suicide watch. When everyone found out that I was being bullied at school they went searching for a private school."

"Goodbye pain, hello freedom," Kurt whispered, his eyes stuck on my wrists. His eyes snapped up at me and I could have sworn I saw a tear. "I'm finished eating. I think I'm going to go take a shower."

"But you took one last night," I stated.

"I didn't take a proper one. I forgot to wash my hair."

He bounced back and forth from his room to the bathroom, piles of clothes and bottles of products in his arm. I could only shake my head at him and steal some of his food off of his plate. I was spoiling myself with breakfast, happily gorging. I was going to get super fat.

I needed to go to a gym.

Shortly after finishing my breakfast I found myself too full to move, but I managed to crawl into my bed and flip on the television. At home I had cable, and this was satellite. All the channels were in the wrong places and I hardly knew how to work the remote, so the only thing I could really do was just hit the search button and go through every single channel.

Kurt ventured from the bathroom, cleaning up his mess and putting his things back in his room. A lot of back and forth walking in front of the TV, but I was mostly watching him anyway. When he was finished putting things away he sat on the bed with me and put on some socks.

"What are we doing to do today?" Kurt asked, bending over. I heard the sound of his boot zipper and grimaced. He wanted to go out. I wanted to stay in, only because I wasn't feeling very well. Probably jet lag, or just the whole awkward situation. Or the fact that ate more than I weighed. I'm going with the latter.

"I'm not sure. I was thinking we could just stay here…"

"What about a day spa?" he threw out. "I haven't been to one in a few months. Which, if you knew me, is like years."

"I'm not a day spa kind of guy."

He exhaled audibly and turned his attention to the TV, not blinking or even breathing. I wasn't sure if it was a silent protest or his way of keeping his cool. I stopped my thumb and nudged his knee with my big toe. He took a breath and turned his head back at me.

"You can go. I'm not stopping you," I said kindly.

It took him a few minutes before he agreed. He went into his room and trotted about, returning with a hand bag and headed for the door. I sat up, suddenly panicked.

"You'll be back, right?"

He grinned and nodded his head. I sighed of relief and leaned back.

"Besides," he began. "I wouldn't leave my Marc Jacobs collection. A lot of my pay checks went into my wardrobe...well, basically all of my pay checks." With a wave of his fingers he opened the door and disappeared.

I continued my regimen of channel surfing before I decided that there was absolutely nothing on that I wanted to watch. I turned off the TV and finally put my things away, only so I could make my way to my laptop. I took it to the table where Kurt and I had eaten breakfast (a worker came in and cleaned up our mess shortly after we finished) and turned on the thing. I waited patiently as it loaded and signed into Skype.

The speakers started to ring and I accepted David's call.

"How's Vegas? Didya get laid? Find a nice guy? Are you married? Lose all your cash at the casinos? Find a baby and named it Carlos?" I put a hand up and simply blinked once. He shut up and smiled. "What happened?"

"Vegas is good. I sort of got laid. I did find a nice guy. I am not married. My money has barely been touched. And no baby whatsoever. Thank you for asking."

He laughed and woman's voice was heard. "Who are you talking to, baby?"

David turned and looked at a Victoria Secret-esque woman in his bed. She was blonde and a bombshell. If I was straight, I'd probably have a boner.

"Just a friend," he said sweetly. I forgot how much of a gentlemen David was around women. It's like his wild, obnoxious, silly ways were turned off and he turned into some type of Stepford husband. It was a bit frightening.

He looked back at me and I raised an eyebrow all the while showing how impressed I was.

"Uh," he started, smiling with what I think was a blush. "I've gotta… you know…"

I nodded. "We'll talk later. Have fun." He grinned once more and stopped the call. I sighed and looked at my contact list. There was only one other person online and I refused to even try a conversation with him. I probably should have just deleted him, but I guess I was waiting for him to make some form of apology.

I closed out of Skype and checked my favorite websites, really upset that there wasn't anything worthy of occupying me time. I checked my mail last, nearly deleting everything that was in my inbox. I sighed and pulled away from the table, honest to God bored.

I stood in the middle of the room and pressed my hand against my stomach, expanding it as I thought about the things I could do. I probably should have just joined Kurt at the day spa, but I wasn't up for being pampered.

The thought of the gym wandered back into my mind and the next thing I knew I was putting on tennis shoes and heading down to the hotel fitness room. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do so I ran a few laps on the treadmill, jamming out to my iPod and eyeing a few of the men that caught my attention.

I sort of felt guilty for looking at other guys when I was here with Kurt, but it's not like we were in a relationship. For all I knew he was getting a massage by some guy with sun-kissed skin and beach blonde hair. I bet there's a happy ending involved…

But to my surprise Kurt wasn't getting a massage. Through huge glass windows I could see him in his blue and gray outfit, chatting to someone on his cellphone. He had a big smile on his face and when he spotted me he waved. I waved back and he disappeared around a corner. He must've been heading back to our room.

I finished up my half hour workout (which mostly consisted of a slow jog) and made my way back to the room. Kurt was waiting for me outside, his cellphone put away and the tips of his ears slightly red.

"I forgot my key-card," he stated.

"Fortunately for you, I've got mine." I let us inside and he put his bag on my bed.

"Can we go out? I'd really, really like to go souvenir shopping for my family and friends. I promised them I'd bring gifts."

I grabbed some clean clothes out of drawer, my mind racing over his words.

"You told people you were coming here?"

He looked at me like I was crazy. Which I won't deny. "Yeah… I don't mean to sound rude or anything, but I'd be really, really stupid if I went to Las Vegas with a total stranger without telling anyone."

"Valid point."

"Didn't you tell anyone about this?" he questioned back.

"I told people I was coming here, but not with you."

"Oh."

"But sure, I'm up for getting out. I'm just going to take a shower." Let me just get away from you before I put my entire foot in my mouth.

My time spent in the bathroom wasn't even close to how long Kurt's time was, but when I was about to come out I spotted myself in the mirror. My scruff was getting thicker and with my wet curls I kind of looked like I was a depressed hipster who broke up with his hobo girlfriend. Maybe I was. But either way, the razor came out and I left the bathroom fresh-faced.

Kurt looked at me and smiled. "I approve."

"I don't need your approval," I scoffed. He giggled and pulled his bag onto his shoulder.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Are you?" He nodded. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Got your keycard?" His eyes grew wide and he flew into his room.

"Got it. Let's go."

-:-

I had a feeling that Kurt was a shop-till-you-drop kind of person, but I had never really seen it happen with a guy. I was used to my mom's OCD shopping ways and Lucy's hunt for the perfect wardrobe for a new school year. I was even used to Wes' need to attend sales on Black Fridays, but nothing could or ever would compare to Kurt's shopping ways.

We went into every store on the strip, even ones that held things far off from both of our interests. He managed to by at least something from each one, too.

I managed to buy some things, as well. Gifts for family and friends like him. I did find a kick-ass pair of pink sunglasses. Kurt only shook his head at me and bought a guitar-pick that changed color with moods.

"Puck will love this," Kurt stated when I asked him if he played or not.

"Who the hell is this Puck guy?" I asked, thinking about the first time I heard his name. Of course, Kurt was threatening that he was going to kill him.

"He's sort of my best friend. We bonded over the summer and he got me my job."

I dropped the subject and noticed that it was lunchtime.

He bit his lip. "Let's just go to a few more places and then we can go eat."

A few more places turned out to be twelve more places, most of which were stores that we'd already been in. He insisted that he saw something that would better suffice for a gift. Just as he finished paying for some of his things, he pulled his cellphone out of his pocket momentarily and then put it back.

I paid for a t-shirt for Wes, which had the Batman symbol on it.

"Hey, Mr. Ander-I mean Blaine-would it be alright if we skipped lunch?"

I grabbed the bag from the cashier. "Well, sure...but why?"

He grinned and linked his arm with mine. This was the first contact he'd had with me that wasn't sexual or to get a better look at serious damage.

"My best friend goes to school here and when she found out that I was coming here for a few days, well, you get the picture."

I nodded and put my sunglasses back on once we stepped into the bright sun.

He grinned and pulled out his cellphone, sending a text to his friend.

"Oh, Kurt." He looked up at me, squinting. "You don't have to ask me for permission to do stuff. You can do whatever you want; I'm fine with it."

He snorted. It was cute. "Trust me, Blaine. I'm my own boss. I'm just making sure you understand in the nicest way possible..."

I rolled my eyes and squeezed his arm against my chest. "Geez, thanks."

We caught a taxi and Kurt gave the driver directions from his cellphone. He had a huge smile on his face and I sort of worried that his face would get stuck like that, but it was contagious and I had a hard enough time trying to hide my own big ass grin.

His friend happened to live just off the freeway, only twenty minutes away from the Vegas strip. The taxi pulled into an apartment complex full of beige buildings and a buttload of cars. The driver stopped in front of one of the apartments and I paid him our fare.

I grabbed all the shopping bags and Kurt jogged up two sets of stairs before stopping at a brown door. He knocked on it fiercely and on the other side I could hear a girl's voice shout, "Hold the fuck up. I'm coming, I'm coming."

Kurt squealed when the door open and he flew himself at the glamorous woman on the other side.

"I missed you, white boy!" she said as she hugged Kurt back.

"I missed you more! Life isn't the same without you."

I felt her gaze fly to me. "Who in the world is this?"

Kurt looked at her like he had no idea what she was talking about, and then he remembered me.

"Oh, Mercedes… this is my boyfriend… Blaine. Blaine, this is Mercedes." Boyfriend? I questioned him mentally. He gave me a look that said for me to go with it. He didn't have to ask me twice.

"Just because we live in different states doesn't mean you can't keep my updated," Mercedes scolded, shaking a finger at Kurt. He looked apologetic but his happiness shined through. A man walked up from behind her and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Hello, Kurt," he said, his voice deep like a purr. I won't lie; my eyes enjoyed their snack.

"Anthony! It's so nice to see you again. You've been treating my girl good, right?"

Mercedes and Anthony, her boyfriend, laughed and just shook their heads at Kurt. The man nodded his head at me and I nodded mine back. Well, hello.

"Babe, this is Blaine. Kurt's boy-toy," she said proudly. He only grinned and then turned around and headed to a loveseat.

"I see you got a new weave," Kurt said approvingly.

Mercedes smirked and ran a hand over her dark brown and copper curls. "You know it. Come on in!"

Kurt took a step into the apartment, glancing at everything that was in his view. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "You're a sassy gay best friend?"

He leaned back and turned his head to me. "Possibly, but none of this," he gestured to Mercedes and her yummy beau, "would have never happened. And besides—if anyone is the sassy one it's Mercedes." He said the last bit loudly, causing her to glare at him as she took a seat on the couch. I shut the door behind me and turned back to the living room, where Kurt had taken a seat on the recliner.

"One spot left, pretty boy," Mercedes said, pointing at the armrest of the brown chair. Kurt gave me a sorry look, but it was also one that said "it's okay". I set the bags by the door and walked over and took a seat on the not butt friendly armrest. I looked down at Kurt and he smiled, which I happily returned with my own.

"So, Blaine. Kurt. How long have you two been together? I'm still shocked that I haven't heard anything about this before," Mercedes said, raising her eyebrow at both me and Kurt. I looked at him, waiting. No way was I going to spurt out lies that he probably wouldn't want me to say. His eyes met mine and he blushed, then he looked at Mercedes and grabbed my hand, giving it a little squeeze.

"Not very long. Maybe about a month?"

She looked at me and waited for the conformation. I nodded and squeezed Kurt's hand back. I looked adoringly at him, which was very, very easy to do.

I threw in my own story then."It was such a sweet moment. We were on the bus and it was so full that we somehow ended up sitting next to each other. We were mostly flirting with our eyes, I mean—look at his! Gorgeous things he's got. So easy to get lost in them." His cheeks flamed once again and he grinned. "I asked him for his number and the next day we were on a date."

Mercedes awed. "I'm so happy for you two. I know how lonely Kurt's been. He's really needed a guy in his life. But if you hurt him, your ass is mine."

I put both my hands up, evidently dropping Kurt's. "I would never. And if I did then I must be going insane. So by all means please put me out of misery."

Anthony smiled and opened his mouth, his eyes moving to Kurt's.

"How's Finn? I heard he and Quinn got back together."

Kurt shifted uncomfortably beside me, clearly dreading this question. I put a supportive hand on his knee and cracked a smile.

"Finn and Quinn? That sounds very silly." I have no idea why I sounded like a four year old.

"Not as silly as their relationship," Kurt butted in.

"Trouble in paradise?" Mercedes threw out.

He nodded big and slow. "It's like high school all over."

Mercedes gasped and lunged at Kurt, her hands reaching for his knees. I felt her warm hand cover mine and I recoiled.

I forgot my hand was on him.

"Don't tell me," she began, panicked. "Baby gate?"

Kurt nodded once more. "She announced it last Thanksgiving."

Mercedes looked both amused and horror-struck. Anthony just looked bored, but he was supportive enough when Mercedes turned to discuss things with him. I looked at Kurt, waiting for him to answer my unspoken questions.

He crossed his legs and angled himself on the chair so he could face me better.

"Finn's my step-brother. He and Quinn used to date and she got pregnant. She told Finn that it was his but really it was Puck's." Puck. There was his name again. Who was he to Kurt? I felt worried, especially if he was associating himself to the guy who knocked up his step-brother's girlfriend. "Drama ensued, of course. They broke up. Finn and Puck were no longer best friends. Life went on."

I felt my eyebrows scrunch. "Well, people forgive each other. Why does it seem like such a big deal that they're together again? If they're happy—"

Mercedes jumped in. "Quinn had that boy wrapped around her bitchy finger."

"She's the Queen Bee. She treated Finn like shit all throughout their time together. It's a relationship I don't approve of," Kurt finished. "But enough talk about them. Mercedes, Anthony, how's life in Sin City?"

"Oh, a lot of sin," Mercedes said, winking at Kurt. The two giggled and jumped into their comfort zones with each other.

At some point they both moved into the kitchen and I moved from the armrest to the chair. I listened to them squeal all the while watching a pay-per-view UFC game with Anthony. He and I didn't talk, mostly because we had no idea what to say to each other.

"Hey, Blaine?" I heard Kurt call from the kitchen. I got up and turned the corner, spotting the two sitting on the counter eating cookies.

"Yeah?" I asked.

He hopped down, barely making any noise as his feet hit the linoleum. "Are you hungry or anything? I forgot that we skipped lunch and I rarely think of stomachs."

I was hungry, but I didn't feel like eating. I shook my head and shrugged and he looked rather upset.

"Are you sure?" he pushed. "I know you ate a big breakfast but it's almost four now."

I repeated the shrugging moment again and put my hands in my pockets. He still looked upset about the whole thing, which made me feel guilty for objecting food.

"I was thinking that we could actually go out to dinner," I said to him suddenly. "The hotel has a restaurant and I'm pretty sure that we have to eat their before we go back home."

He agreed and Mercedes smirked at us.

"You two should get going," she said.

"We really should," I seconded.

Mercedes led us to the door and Kurt gave her a big embrace. "I've really missed you," he said in a sad voice.

"Me too. You really need to call me more."

"I will," he promised.

He let go of her and started picking up some bags. Mercedes smiled at me and reached for a hug. I gladly put my arms around her.

"Thanks," she whispered in my ear.

"For what?"

She sighed. "No one ever sees Kurt smile anymore."

We both pulled away and I helped with the bags, giving some final farewells to her. Anthony offered to give us a ride back to the hotel, which we both objected to but Mercedes forced us to accept the offer. Kurt sat in the backseat of the car with nearly two hundred dollars of gifts. Anthony and I discussed little things, like the weather and sports. It was an awkward car ride back, but it was worth going to visit Mercedes.

I thought over how happy Kurt was there. He and Mercedes were obviously the best of friends, even though for some reason the two hadn't been very close for awhile. It was nice to see him gossiping and talking old times with her. He was in his element with her, and I'd kill to see that again.

Back in the hotel we carried all the bags into Kurt's room. He pulled everything out and folded things, glaring at the objects. I sat on his bed and helped him with sorting the things he bought (he sometimes forgot if he bought things for himself or someone else).

We finished up that and he sat on the edge of the bed and folded the shirt I bought for Wes.

"It was really nice to see her again," Kurt said. "Thank you for going with me."

I nodded. "Of course! She's really cool."

He smiled. "I know. She's a diva and a loud mouth, but she's got a heart far too big for this world."

A moment of silence passed and he looked up at me. "She likes you, you know."

"I like her, too."

We stared at each other, taking in each other's expression and giving silent thanks. But something was off with Kurt.

"Are you okay?" I asked him. "Are you upset that we left?"

"Why did you ask me here?" he suddenly questioned.

There was another moment of silence on my part, but it was entirely unwanted.

"I…well, why do you think?"

He shrugged. "Seems kind of odd to bring a random guy to Las Vegas and nearly spoil him. I know what you want, but why are you doing it this way?"

"Mercedes said you've been lonely," I stated. "You're not the only one."

He got off the bed and paced the room once. "So you asked me because you were lonely? I thought it was because you were horny."

"Well, of course I'm horny. But if I wasn't lonely then I probably wouldn't be horny."

"I just don't get it. Why me? Why here?"

"I really don't know, Kurt." I got off the bed and headed for my room. "I'm going to reserve us a spot at the restaurant. So you should probably get ready or something."

"I'm not really hungry," Kurt replied and shut the doors behind me.

Well, fuck.

Ending Notes: If only Blaine had no feet. Hopefully he can fix things in the next update. Drama, tears, romance, and a major confession on Kurt's part.