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Trent let himself back into his room which he shared with Flint. The other boy was out, presumably getting a very late breakfast after the antics of last night.

There was a knock on the door as soon as he had sat down on his bed. "Come in, it's open!" He yelled, and was pleased to see his best friend, Thad, walk in.

"Hey, Trent! How are you doing this fine morning?" He joked, handing him a take-away cup of coffee. Trent took it gratefully, smiling delightedly and batting his eyelashes sassily at the slightly shorter brunet. "Why thank you, kind sir!"

He has no idea the effect he has on me when he smiles like that. Thad thought, his stomach doing it's usual flip. Eyelashes like that should be illegal on a boy. His eyes are so pretty, there's no other word for it, gorgeous green framed by long, soft, lashes.

Trent's voice broke through his inner monologue. "Actually, I was pretty bad earlier, but I'm much better now that you're here... with coffee of course!" A faint blush graced his cheeks, which Thad completely missed.

"I think that one kept up with the drunken tradition of my usual birthday parties! Have you seen Blaine or Nick this morning? I think they were probably the worst."

The boys both laughed at this. Thad replied "Yeah, I think they are awake, I saw Jeff and Kurt fussing around with hangover cures, so they're being looked after any way." He rolled his eyes and sat on Flint's bed, opposite his friend. He sipped his own coffee and breathed in the aroma, trying to wake up fully.

"I know you can't tell me anything official, but have you counted the votes for the bonding activity yet?" Thad asked.

"No, not yet, we're going to do that Monday. I was thinking of adding something extra this year, maybe a penalty for the losing team, something fun. Maybe some kind of performance for the party the day after?" Trent thought about this for a bit.

As Trent was lost in thought, Thad took the opportunity to just watch his friend.

I've known Trent for so long as a really good friend. I don't even know when these other feelings started. Maybe they've been there all along and I've only just realised. What am I supposed to do? It sounds so stupid to say I'm straight but I think I like you more than as a friend. I don't want to ruin our friendship by sounding stupid and insincere.

I just love spending my spare time with him. I get him coffee most mornings, we study together, we have lunch together, any shared classes we sit together, we're both in the Warblers, I love our movie nights - I can't risk losing that if he doesn't feel the same.

Why hasn't he noticed that the only other pairs of friends we have that are so close are obviously going to get together romantically sooner or later? He just doesn't seem to think about that for us.

I don't hug anyone else, I'm not very touchy feely except with him. I can't count the number of leg pats or hand squeezes we share each week. We also sit much closer than other platonic friends do.

Maybe he just isn't attracted to me that way. I should go before I blab my feelings to him, I don't want it to come out before I've thought about what I want to say to him more.

Thad stood up abruptly, earning a puzzled look from Trent.

"I'm going to head to the cafeteria, I'm hungry for a late breakfast after all. Do you want to join me?" I need to get somewhere that I'm not alone with him. This is getting ridiculous, pull yourself together!"

Trent frowned, but got up too. "Uh, sure... okay, let's go."

Ryan managed to avoid Nate all weekend.

However, it was impossible to avoid him at the next Warbler meeting which was on Monday afternoon. The Warblers were just lining up to start learning a new set of steps which Jeff was teaching them.

Just before the first hum of the initial run-through, Nate leant forward to whisper into Ryan's ear. "Hey Ryan, did it hurt?"

The redhead snapped his head round with a puzzled expression. His neck was still tingling from Nate's breath in a not unwelcome way. "What?" he asked, confused and suddenly startled by how close their faces were. His eyes flickered down to Nate's lips, a move noticed by the black haired boy. He looked back up to the piercing blue gaze as Nate spoke.

"Did it hurt, when you fell from heaven?"

The intense moment they were sharing ended abruptly at this cheesy line and Ryan rolled his eyes, turning back around as he sniped "Haha, very funny, Nate. Just give it a rest, will you?"

Nate looked confused, but didn't have any time to dwell on it as the humming started.

Ten minutes later, Nate was still directly behind Ryan and the need to concentrate hadn't been properly impressed on Nate's brain, mainly because it was focussed on other things. Things that were directly in front of him.

Who's stupid idea was it to put me behind Ryan in Glad You Came? How am I supposed to dance like this? Nate's eyes were watering. The situation down south was borderline painful. His ass is just wiggling around in front of me and I'm not supposed to look or touch? You've got to be kidding me! And I've got to sing lines like "I'm glad you came"? Give me a break!

The black haired boy caught Jeff's attention and gestured to him to take a short break. When Jeff's eyebrow's shot up in a "Why?" expression, he immediately blushed at the obscene gestured explanation he got in return. "Ooookay! Five minutes break, I just need to run past something with Nate."

Said boy had hobbled over to the council table and was leaning on it with his hands, his head bent over. Jeff came up beside him. "Okay, this time without the actions please, because I think I am scarred for life. What do you want me to do to help you? Shall I swap you with Flint on the other side?"

Nate nodded. He was busy thinking over the same horrible images in his head. Grandma on the toilet, Grandma on the toilet! Why is this so hard to do this time? Bad word choice! I swear, Ryan had better just reject me or not once and for all, this is getting ridiculous. He spoke to Jeff, finally.

"Uh, yeah, that's probably a good idea if you want me to learn any of the choreography. Who's stupid idea was it to put me behind Ryan any way?" His voice was getting louder now. "I swear, I think I've strained my..."

"Nate!" Wes hissed. "Let's get back to it, places everyone." A muffled "Just sayin'!" came from Nate who was now leaning his head on his arms, almost able to stand back in formation.

Jeff was desperately trying not to give in to a fit of giggles as he swapped Nate with Flint, who instead took up the place behind a furiously blushing Ryan.

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