[A/N]: Those who asked for the moment after (the Blaine/Kurt conversation following that last chapter)... I'm inclined to say no. I feel like it's stronger to end it there. But I am listening, and I'll see. If it happens, and I'm happy with it, then I may post it as a separate one-shot.

[Edit: I lied. It's posted as "A Very Slushie Aftermath" on my profile. You should go read it, if you are so inclined.]

Also, there's language in this. In more than just the 'words' sense. And this series is going to get more adult as it goes on. Enjoy, and let me know your thoughts.

Blaine burst though the door of their room at 4:35 on Friday afternoon, and looked around frantically. He spied Kurt lying on his bed, reading Macbeth, and practically growled.

"Where," he asked accusingly, "is he?"

Kurt looked up. "Who?" It was a fairly easy guess. There were only two people that could make Blaine that angry... and one of them was more a follower than a leader. Although Blaine didn't usually... well, ever get this angry. It was a little odd to see him that way. Also, although Kurt would die rather than admit it, it was undeniably sexy.

"I am going to KILL HIM." Blaine stalked over to the closet and flung the door open, obviously expecting someone to be in there. He growled in frustration, and pitched the volume of his voice slightly higher, so it would carry to the surrounding rooms. "Do you HEAR ME, WESLEY? I am going to KILL YOU."

"As justified as I'm sure that would be, and as much as I'm sure humanity would thank you, can I ask what his crime was? You know, in case I'm asked to explain to the nice ladies and gentlemen of the jury..."

Blaine snarled again (it really wasn't a sound entirely without merit, Kurt decided) and threw his chemistry lab notebook on Kurt's bed. Kurt looked where his friend was pointing, appeared genuinely surprised and confused for a moment, and then couldn't help it. He snorted.

"It's NOT funny." Blaine looked betrayed. Kurt looked at his face, tried very hard to look solemn, and then snorted again.

"It's a little funny..." He saw the expression on his friend's face. "I mean, they did do good likenesses."

"That is NOT the point." Blaine snatched the notebook back, and turned towards the hall. "WES! I know you're out there SOMEWHERE. I know where you SLEEP!"

A distinct giggle came from down the hall, and Blaine looked ready to stalk out in pursuit of his prey. Kurt glanced at the murderous look on his roommate's face, and slid gracefully between him and the door.

Blaine looked at him like he was insane. "Kurt. Move."

"Can't do that. If you kill Wes I'll have no one to steal gummy bears from." He didn't budge.

"I," Blaine said through gritted teeth, "will buy you gummy bears. I will buy you the fucking gummy bear factory. Let me go, so I can slowly eviscerate the evil conniving little -"

"Be that as it may, I'd kind of miss you if you went to jail, and David would probably die of loneliness."

"I'll write. And good. I'm fairly certain he was there too. Two birds with one stone. Two EVIL birds..." Blaine gripped Kurt's arms, and attempted to push him gently to the side. Kurt was having none of it.

"I need you to sit down, Blaine."

"Did you see this? This is only one! He also did all the others!"

Kurt took the notebook, which Wes had decorated with hearts, stick figure drawings of Blaine and Kurt (who were helpfully labeled for convenience) holding hands, and scribbles interlocking the names Hummel and Hamilton with Blaine's name. Kurt's favorite (although he would never confess it) was the one below the biggest, most intricate picture of them, which read "Blaine + Kurt Hummel-Hamilton = Tru Luv 4eva".

"It is," he admitted, "a real pity he got the grammar so terribly wrong."

Blaine spluttered, but took a step back. "The grammar? Fuck the grammar! I had to turn in three lab reports and a journal today! And when I got them out to take to class this morning they had been... DEFACED. Which is, incidentally, WHAT I'M GOING TO DO TO WES."

"Technically," Kurt pointed out, "they weren't defaced. In fact, they were faced. See?" He pointed to the pictures, and Blaine looked at him again like he had lost his mind...which Kurt thought was kind of ironic.

"Why aren't you angry about this?" Blaine demanded, launching himself onto his bed in agitation. Kurt stepped away from the door gratefully.

Kurt shrugged. "I just don't think it's that big a deal. Wes and David already tell everyone who'll listen that we should be together anyway... why fight it?" He saw the look on Blaine's face and hastily added "The telling, I mean. Not the... other stuff."

Blaine seemed to falter before his vendetta got back on track."Right... yeah, I mean – but, he's still - I still have to – now the entire staff is going to think we're..."

"Would they really care?"

Blaine looked at him for a moment, then shrugged. "They might have a problem with us rooming together. I don't know. I've never heard of it coming up, I just thought that it might be... weird. For you – us. To think that they think..." He trailed of and Kurt shrugged.

"Like I said, don't you think most of them already do?"

Blaine ruffled his hair distractedly. "I don't know. I guess."

"So it really doesn't matter."

He closed his eyes. "I guess not as much as... maybe I overreacted a little."

Kurt went back to his bed and picked up his play. "Good." He gestured to the abandoned notebook. "It was a fairly good likeness, you know."

This was greeted with an eye roll. "Don't ever let Wes hear you say that."

"Of course not."

The door swung open.

"Hey, Kurt, I heard it go quiet so I figured Blaine must've – oh, shit." Wes ran for his life. Blaine was after him in less than a second, racing around the corner before Kurt could even think of leaning in to stop him. Years of running track were going to pay off.

There was a sigh and blue eyes turned resignedly back to Act III, scene i of Macbeth.

He really would miss the gummy bears.