HOLY CRAP! I know it's been a while, it's been so crazy lately… but I promise I will have the next few chapters out fairly quickly because I've been writing a lot, just not posting ? hehe so yeah, thank you to the faithful few that hung in there I hope you enjoy this chapter took me 3 weeks to write…. Also there is brief gay bashing in this which I in no way endorse, and am only using for the benefit? Of this story, I love me some kurt, some blaine, some klaine! So just letting you know ahead of time, and I made up some warbler names because I didn't know the real ones so…

Chapter -4-

"Kuuurt… Kuuuuuuuurrrrrt!" Mercedes waved her hand in front of her friends face.

He opened his eyes drowsily as he smiled back at her, "I'm awake."

"Really?" she asked sarcastically.

Kurt yawned, "I'm sorry. I barely had any sleep last night."

"Ooh, out and about I presume?" she smirked at him before sipping her tea, "You never did tell me about your hot date with Blaire yesterday."

"His name is Blaine," Kurt corrected her immediately as he sat up at the table. He blushed and picked up his cup. He was wide awake now.

She shot him a surprised smile as he took a long drink of coffee.

"Sorry… your date with Blaine. How'd it go?"

"It was okay," Kurt sighed, "We talked and he's a really cool guy. So handsome, so levelheaded, and I really like him."

Mercedes had the biggest smile on her face, "Oh my goodness Kurt, you're adorable!"

"Then we went back to Dalton together, and sang a little bit… almost kissed, it was cool."

"Wait a minute, hold up… Almost kissed? Please elaborate!"

Kurt blushed even more, "It was nothing…" he smiled widely.

Mercedes finished her tea as she narrowed her eyes at him, "Doesn't seem like nothing. But… I don't get it why are you so sleepy."

"We were on the phone all night, it was like a dream. He was so romantic and polite." Kurt stared into his cold latte, "It's just something about him. I feel so safe with him ya know?"

Mercedes nodded her head, "Well, when will you see him again? I wanna meet him!" she exclaimed.

Kurt thought about this. They hadn't figured that out yet, whether they would go out again or not. All Kurt knew was that he definatly wanted to see him again.

"I don't know. I guess I'll just have to see him later."

She turned her lips up at him. Kurt tried to escape her glare in fear that he would burst out laughing at any moment because he felt that giddy talking about Blaine. He had to somehow change the subject to get the heat off of him.

"Hey, are you ready to go? I still want to go to the mall," he asked and yawned at the same time.

"Definatly, lets gooooo," she sang out as they sat up from the table.

"Don't show off," Kurt teased her as they laughed they're way out of the café.

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"Kurt you seriously gotta hit that!" Steve laughed out.

Kurt couldn't help but laugh as he neatly folded his newly purchased clothes and put them in his dresser drawers, "What do you mean, 'hit that'?"

Steve smacked his lips, "You know what I mean! Tap it, do him…" he whispered to Kurt, "The nasty."

"Ewwww!" Kurt threw a shoe at his roommate, "You are a sick man."

"Well can you blame me? You've been a little uptight lately, you need some…"

Kurt, now finished with his clothes sat on his bed across from Steve. He shook his head at his friend as he lied on his bed throwing a stress ball in the air.

"I just met him! Besides, I'm not that easy."

"Mhm… whatever." Steve sat up to look Kurt in the eyes, "What do I care anyway, you won't even tell me who the poor guy is!"

Kurt smiled at this because it was true. Kurt wanted to make sure to keep Blaine's secret between the two of them. With Steve's big mouth it was sure to get out by the end of the day if Kurt told him. Steve stood up and punched Kurt in the arm. Kurt hurled his pillow at him.

"Because, it's none of your business." He stated smartly, "And what do you mean the poor guy?"

Steve laughed and changed the subject, "Okay, okay Kurt I'll find out," he threw Kurt his pillow back, "No really though I just wanna make sure this guy isn't some asshole trying to take advantage of you. I gotta look out for you Kurt." He walked over to his own dresser to grab some pajamas.

Kurt was surprised by this statement, "Look out for me? Don't worry about me I'll be just fine."

"You can say that all you want, but I see through those pretty little eyes Kurt Hummel," he gathered his clothes and his bathroom caddy, "Now, I'm going to take a shower."

All Kurt could say was okay before Steve was gone, leaving him in the room with something to think about. He was lucky to have at least one genuine friend here. That would look out for him when he needed it.

A knock on the door interrupted Kurt's thoughts.

Kurt stood up immediately thinking it was Steve forgetting something.

"What did you forge…" she started as he swung the door open, then realizing it wasn't in fact his roommate.

Kurt stared at the boy for a moment unsure of what to say.

"Blaine? What… what are you doing here?"

The wide smile Blaine had on his face was replaced by a frown, "What are you not happy to see me?"

He stood there looking as handsome as he possibly could. He held a single rose in his hand. Kurt pulled the smaller boy into his dorm quickly.

"Blaine, you idiot!" Kurt punched him gently in the chest.

Blaine held his chest, "Ouch! What did I do?"

"If my roommate sees you here, he's gonna know that…" Kurt hesitated, "You're gay. I thought you said you wanted to keep it a secret?"

Blaine stepped closer to Kurt, "I do. I just, wanted to see you," He looked at his feet, "We never did make a second date." Blaine handed Kurt the rose he held.

Kurt felt slightly embarrassed. He didn't mean to be so rude, but he didn't want to risk anything. Setting the rose on his dresser as he plopped down onto his bed.

"What if one of the warblers saw you here? You couldn't have called first? How did you even know where my dorm was?"

Blaine sat on Steve's bed as Kurt riddled him with questions, "Kurt, Kurt… it's fine. The warblers went out for pizza, so… I'm free tonight."

"Oh," Kurt mumbled to himself. He looked into his lap.

Blaine scooted over to Kurt's bed sitting right up next to him, "Something wrong?"

"No, I just wasn't prepared to see you," Kurt took a deep breath, "I don't know what to say."

Blaine blushed, "Oh Kurt, it's just me."

Kurt smiled.

"How was your day?" Blaine tried to break the ice.

"Much better now that you're here."

Blaine laughed, "You're doing pretty good for a guy who doesn't know what to say."

"Well I'm often very good at making things up."

"Oh so you made that up?" Blaine laughed out harder.

"Maybe, maybe not," Kurt batted his eyes at him.

Blaine stared into his eyes for a moment, "Kurt Hummel you are adorable."

"So are you. I like your bowtie." Kurt adjusted Blaine's red and black checkered bowtie around his neck.

Blaine tried to sit still, "Thank you."

"You never did tell me how you know where my dorm is."

He and Kurt locked eyes once again, but for a little longer. Kurt leaned in closer to Blaine, taking in his scent, letting the warmth of his face to heat his own. Blaine took Kurt's hand as he also leaned closer.

Then, like clockwork, they kissed.

It was slow at first, then heated up by the moment. Blaine held Kurt's waist pulling him closer. Kurt's arms were trapped under Blaine as he slid his hands under his shirt. He allowed Blaine to lay him down enjoying the way his body felt on top of his.

Blaine released Kurt's waist and put his hand on either side of Kurt's head breaking the torrid kissing and staring down at him.

"What? What's wrong?" Kurt asked trying to catch his breath.

Blaine hesitated, "Well, maybe we should talk about this first. I mean, I've never done this before."

Kurt took a deep breath, "Well me either."

Blaine sat up leaving Kurt laying down next to him.

Kurt sat up next to Blaine who was staring at his lap, "It's okay, we can talk if you want to," he rubbed Blaine's arm.

"I just want to make sure I'm doing it right," Blaine looked at Kurt with his puppy eyes, "I wouldn't want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable."

It was quiet for a moment until Kurt broke the silence.

"My roommate will be back any minute now," he muttered.

"Sure yeah, we can talk about this later, at dinner? Tomorrow?" Blaine shrugged as he stood up.

Kurt smiled, "Definatly."

Blaine leaned down and kissed his lover on the forehead, "Can't wait."

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Blaine walked into warbler's practice the next day with a smile gracing his face. He was counting down the minutes to when he got to see Kurt again. Never mind that he was extremely tired because he decided to stay up all night researching sex in gay couples. He just couldn't wait to be able to touch him again, to kiss those lips… and this time, he'll be ready.

"What do you think about that Blaine?"

"Sure, I think Hey soul sister would be an amazing choice for regionals, but shouldn't we be taking a break?" He rubbed his forehead.

Wes squinted his eyes at him, "What do you mean a break?

Blaine's eyes widened, "Um, well I was just… suggesting that we…"

"Take a break before our first trip to regionals in 5 years?" Wes interrupted.

"I didn't mean it like that. There's a lot of pressure on the warblers lately, especially me." He could feel the stress rising up to his triangle eyebrows, "I'm just tired."

"The New Directions are tough competition Blaine. I need to know that we are for sure ready."

"We will," Blaine said as sternly as he could.

Wes looked to each side of him at the other senior members of the warblers, "We all hear Blaine's motion for a," he took a deep breath, "Short recess from practice. All those in favor?"

Most of the warblers held their hands high as they agreed. Blaine felt a satisfied smile spread across his face.

"Okay, fine we will have a 2 week break, in which we will not have practice, and focus on our studies," he stared at Blaine who gave him a reassuring nod.

Wes hit his gavel and everyone stood up to leave. David gathered his things and stood up as well to leave until Wes stopped him.

"Hey what's up?" David stood over him with a confused look on his face.

"You noticed anything different about Blaine?" he asked standing up making sure to keep his voice low so the lingering boys in the room couldn't hear.

David rolled his eyes, "No, why?"

"He's never asked for a break," he did air quotes, "He's always loved the spotlight, and lately he's been so… odd, like regionals doesn't even matter."

"Look, Blaine's fine. He's probably just tired like he said," David put his hand on Wes' shoulder, "Let it go."

"Hmmm," Wes pondered this as he stood up to go home. He just knew he had a feeling; something was going on with Blaine. He just had to figure out what it was so he could get rid of it and have him focused for regionals.

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"You hold them like this," Kurt took Blaine's hand in his forming his fingers around the chopsticks he held crookedly.

Blaine shook his head with a smile as Kurt tried to assist him, "How about this?" he threw the chopsticks down and grabbed his fork, stabbing the sushi and stuffing it in his mouth.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Gosh Blaine, you at least have to try."

Kurt pursed his lips at the younger man, grabbing his own chopsticks and picking his food up effortlessly bringing it to his lips.

"See how can't I do it like that?" Blaine pouted.

"Because it takes time, Mr. Impatient."

"Oh, you'd be surprised at how patient I am," Blaine looked down at his food with a raised eyebrow.

Kurt smirked at him across the table, "Speaking of patience, how did you manage to get two weeks off of Warbler hell?"

"Well… It was a gamble. But I pulled it off with my obvious charm and cunning manipulating skills."

Kurt laughed out loud, "Oh, whatever! You only got away with it because you're their favorite."

"Being the favorite has its perks," he grinned with a mouthful of sushi.

Kurt smiled that beautiful smile, making Blaine feel as if he was the only person in the world he smiled at like that. Blaine reached over and held Kurt's hand.

"I'm having such a great time with you."

Kurt nodded, "Likewise," he remained smiling widely picking up his Shirley temple.

Kurt teased him as he formed his mouth around the straw tantalizing Blaine's insides. Blaine envied that straw as he drank from it, wondering what those lips would feel like…

"Oh I'm so full!" Blaine gasped suddenly to stop the situation forming down under.

Blaine patted his stomach softly and yawned adoringly, making Kurt shake his head.

"You're so cute when you're sleepy."

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"God I'm starving, can we go in already?"

David whined out to Wes as he walked back out of the restaurant to the car where some of the Warbler crew was.

Wes handed Nick the reservation pad as he neared the car, "You guys are not gonna believe this."

"What?" Nick asked inspecting the reservation pad.

"Blaine's already here."

David turned off and exited the car, "Come again?"

"Just come look." Wes turned from the confused Warblers and headed back to the restaurant door.

David, Nick, Curt and Lionel all followed suit, walking into the door almost in sync. Wes stopped them by the door as if they were hiding from someone. He pointed to a far table that was only slightly visible from the front door. They could barely see two boys sitting there. Holding hands. Laughing. Smiling at each other.

"That's Blaine!" Lionel said dumbfounded.

"I told you that," Wes rolled his eyes. He scrunched his nose up at them as if he was disgusted at the sight of Kurt and Blaine, "He's with that fag we kicked out of auditions."

Wes turned to face them, "I knew something was going on."

David's mouth hung open in shock, "I…can't…believe it."

"Let's go." Wes pushed past the stunned Warblers steaming mad.

The rest of the gang rushed to catch up with him, "Wha… what are we gonna do?" Nick asked suddenly as they all piled back into the car, reservation pad still clenched in his hands.

Wes, now in the driver's seat turned the car on letting the vehicle roar to life. His face was beet red with anger, and hands shook with hatred, "We're gonna give that queer a piece of our minds."

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The next ones might be holiday ones just to keep the story moving smoothly. I know I know, if I would have wrote these on time it woulda made more sense, yessss. Holler if you want holiday ones, if it doesn't matter to you tell me… reviews make my world go round!