"Good afternoon!" greeted Blaine as he caught up with Kurt on their way to the cantine.
"what's for lunch today?"
"Pizza," smiled Blaine, his favourite.
"Italian? Not again! Eugh, my poor skin!" Kurt complained and Blaine couldn't help but smile at his friend.
"No? Well how about we drive down to the sushi bar we went to? Remember?"
"Oh... really?" Asked Kurt.
Friends went out for lunch right?
"Really," answered Blaine I can have pizza next week he thought to himself.
The pair both turned around and started heading in the other direction.
"Can you drive?" asked Kurt as they neared the carpark. "I noticed I was running low on gas last night and didn't have time to fill her up. She might not make it there and back."
"Sure," grinned Blaine who instinctively opened the side door for Kurt. Kurt raised an eyebrow but didn't question the move and got in the car.
"Frick!" Blaine hissed to himself as he walked round to the driver's side "What the hell was that?"
"So, your mystery date took you for Italian?" Blaine asked, conversationally.
"Yeah, a place about 20 minutes out of town called 'Saporito's.' It was really nice."
"It is!" Answered Blaine a bit too enthusiastically. "I mean, it's quite a popular date spot, y'know?"
"So you've been there?" asked Kurt.
"Yeah... yeah," Come on, Blaine, now's your chance... "I've taken my boyfriend there a couple times."
Kurt stared at him for far too long, his eyes were boring into the side of Blaine's head as he tried to focus on the road.
"You... have a boyfriend?" Kurt finally asked weakly.
"Yeah, I do." Blaine answered, just as weakly."
"I know I probably should have told you before now its jus-"
"No." Kurt interrupted, but his voice squeaked. "I mean, its fine, I understand. You didn't want to upset me and rub it in... But now I've got someone and you've got someone. It's good."
"Good," nodded Blaine.
"We should double date sometime!" Kurt joked as they turned into the parking lot.
Blaine smiled and the topic of boyfriends was dropped.
They moved on to safer topics like fashion and music and whether they should order two different dishes and split them.
There were no tables at the sushi bar, so they ordered three side dishes to take out and share back in the common room.
There was a definite air of tension in the car on the return trip. But it was soon lifted when play turned on some music and before long they were singing along to 'Poker face.'
"I can't believe you still won't admit Katy Perry is better than Lady Gaga!" teased Blaine.
It was an argument they'd had countless times, but to them, it never grew old.
"At least Lady Gaga can dress like she isn't stuck in a 50s cliché!"
"Yeah, well at least Katy Perry wouldn't be mistaken for 'monster of the week' on a crappy sci-fi show! Did you see the meat dress she wore, Kurt. It was meat! Meat!"
Seeing Kurts lip clench in anger, Blaine knew he'd gone to far.
"I'm sorry, Kurt. Do you want the last California roll?" Blaine offered.
Just as Kurt was about to accept (they were his favourite) Blaine stuffed the whole thing in his mouth.
"Tuff!" He mumbled with a mouth full of sushi.
"Hey!" Kurt scolded, giving Blaine a sharp elbow in the side.
In retaliation, Blaine ruffled Kurt's Hair.
No-body touched Kurt's hair.
Before he knew what he was doing, Kurt shoved Blaine over, across the settee. Blaine instinctively grabbed Kurt and pulled him across with him – or rather on top of him.
Soon, they were making a grab for each other, fighting, and teasing, and throwing insults and all the time laughing so much it hurt. All the awkwardness between them had evapourated and they were just enjoying each other's company like old times. Everything was fine. And then it wasn't.
All of a sudden, they stopped. Kurt was looking down at Blaine. Blaine was looking up at Kurt. Their faces were inches apart.
All Kurt could think was how easy it would be for him to lean forward and-
He jumped back like he was burnt. Without a second look at Blaine, he picked up his shoulder bag and stormed out of the lounge off to his afternoon lessons. He didn't care that he would be ten minutes early. He just had to get out of there. Now.
Blaine, on the other hand, stayed right where he was. With a sigh, he sagged down into the sofa and pulled and pillow across and over his face.
Only then he let out a frustrated grunt. Pull yourself together! He told himself. You have a boyfriend that you really l-like. You like him Blaine. Don't screw it up!
Feeling slightly more composed, Blaine stood up and made his way to find Wes and David on his way to class.
Kurt pulled out his iPhone out of habit when he sat down.
Three new messages
From Andrew: Hey there :) Just wondered how you are? x
From Andrew: Also, I just wondered if you fancied meeting up again tonight? Movies or something? X
From Andrew: Was is completely dorky to ask you out now? Should I have done the whole '3 days waiting' thing? I'm going to quite while I'm ahead x
Kurt felt sick and incredibly guilty.
While he was rolling around with another guy – another guy he may or may not have been crushing on for the last four months – a really really lovely guy who was actually interested in Kurt was sending him sweet, thoughtful – and quite frankly adorable – texts.
To Andrew: I'd love too. And remember, my treat x
They would surely text more during the afternoon; they'd sort out the details then.
Kurt awkwardly slumped in his seat, internally analysing everything which could have possibly lead him to this point.
In the end, Blaine decided to walk the long way to class and call his boyfriend. Kurt's probably talking to his right now this annoying jealous part of Blaine's brain which had no right to be there told him, mockingly.
This time, the phone didn't even dial. It just went straight to that annoying, stupid long winded message and the end he had to listen to his own voice laughing at him.
But then Blaine didn't leave a message.