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Chapter Seven

Kurt stood at Lliam's door for about ten minutes after he shut it, just trying to contemplate what had happened. Did…Did Lliam just kiss me? Kurt brought his fingers to his lips to confirm the split second act. Sure enough, he felt saliva on them, and he hadn't licked his lips in the past moments. Resisting the urge to cry, Kurt ran to the elevator and assaulted the call button, willing the doors to open before his eyes. Once they did he tore inside and braced himself on the wall's railings, taking deep breaths and wiping his eyes clear of any tear residue.

Oh god. Oh god…What do I do now?

By the time Burt pulled them into the driveway, Kurt still wasn't any closer to an answer for that question. He simply couldn't understand how two totally gorgeous guys could be falling for him, or how they both chose the SAME DAMN DAY to make it noticed. He started to trudge up to his room, telling his dad he wouldn't be down for dinner. When Burt stopped him to complain, Kurt told him he needed to get a jumpstart on the homework he missed. "Oh, and dad?" "Yeah kiddo?" "Can I please call Mercedes to come over?" Burt smiled and nodded, glad Kurt wanted to do something normal, and that waking up in the hospital hadn't affected him. "And thanks." Kurt embraced his father, taking in the familiar, comforting scent. "For what?" "Just being an amazing dad."

When Kurt entered his room he grabbed his phone from his back pocket and pressed number one on his speed dial, and waited for the diva to pick up. "Yes sweetums?" Kurt giggled, "Mercedes, I need a gossip sesh, stat." "Are you sure? I have a LOAD of homework for Mr. Burner's class." "Bring it, this will take a while. In fact, bring all your school stuff and a change of clothes." He heard her start packing up her stuff, "Alright, see you in ten."

As soon as she hung up Kurt hollered down to his dad that Mercedes would be sleeping over and grabbed his pajamas. Taking them into the bathroom, Kurt stripped down and stepped into the shower, turning the water to an almost scalding temperature, and letting it cascade down his figure, relaxing all his muscles.

What am I going to tell her? I can't possibly tell her everything…can I? Yes! I can trust her, she's my best friend, and we have the bracelets to prove it. So why can't I? Though, I don't want to put Blaine's job into jeopardy…

Kurt's thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking on the bathroom door, "Yes?" "C'mon white boy! Ain't got all damn day!" "It's night time Mercedes!" He yelled as he stepped out of the shower, drying off and dressing in record timing. He flung open the bathroom in a grand fashion and paraded himself out, throwing his dirty clothes in his hamper and taking a seat next to Mercedes on his bed.

"So, what we got to gossip about?" Mercedes asked, looking up from her homework. "Well…" Her eyes widened, "Oh my god! It's about you isn't it!" He nodded, and squeals emitted from her, "Yes! I've been waiting for this day! Go ahead, spill already!" He turned his head to look her in the eyes, "You have to swear not to tell anyone." Normally she would groan but ultimately agree, but picking up on the seriousness of his tone, she just nodded.

"Well…I don't think it's a secret that I like Blaine…a lot." She nodded even though that kind of was a secret; due to Kurt putting up a façade that he detested Blaine. "He was in the hospital today when I woke up, and he stayed after all you guys left. It was just the two of us, and some stuff happened, then…" Her eyes had widened to the size of hubcaps by this point, "…We kissed."

Mercedes couldn't even gather the strength to yell. She just stared at him in a shocked silence. As the minutes creped by, Kurt couldn't take it anymore and broke the silence, "Say something?" he asked in a small voice, fearing that she was judging him. "Well," she cleared her throat and folded her hands in her lap, "I think that was very ill advised on his part." Kurt nodded, silently urging her to continue, "You do realize that if anyone found out about this, he could very well lose his job." Kurt cast his eyes down to the floor, but nodded nevertheless.

"Well, since you realize all of that…Was it good?" Kurt snapped his eyes back to her face, "What?" She smiled, the seriousness fading from her voice, "Was it good? Is he a good kisser? Did it," here she gyrated her hips a little and dropped her voice a few octaves, "turn you ooooooooonnnn?" Kurt threw the pillow he had been holding in her direction, "No! Well…Yes? I don't know!" "Bull shit! You so DO know! Spill it Hummel!" She ran to his closet and grabbed the nearest clothing item that said Alexander McQueen and held it in ripping position, "I will do this."

Kurt looked like he was about to cry, "Mercedes…My fellow fashionista…Is turning against me?!" She smiled at him and hung the polo back up, "Dry your fake tears and tell all." Kurt spent the next hour telling her all of his escapades with Blaine, and included everything about Lliam. When he was done, he excused himself down to the kitchen to get a glass of water and to give her time to process all the new information. While he was looking in the fridge for a snack, he felt his phone vibrate,

From 7036523195: 10:36 pm

Is this Kurt?

He texted back "Yes," and got a response a moment later.

From 7036523195: 10:38 pm

Thank goodness. This is Blaine by the way.

When Kurt read who it was he spit the water he had been sipping all over the carpet and had to get a paper towel to clean it up.

To Blaine: 10:38 pm

Oh…Hi.

From Blaine: 10:39 pm

How are you?

Kurt took his water and a bag of grapes up to his room before responding.

To Blaine: 10:43 pm

Good…And yourself?

"Mercedes…Blaine just texted me." She spit out the grape she had been munching on and turned to face him, "GOD! Since when is your life a soap opera!? What did he say!?" He showed her the texts and she pursued her lips, thinking.

From Blaine: 10:43 pm

Feeling amazxing.

Kurt frowned at the latest message, but shrugged it off as a typo.

To Blaine: 10:44 pm

Typo much? And how did you even get my #?

From Blaine: 10:45

Typoa? And Wills gave itl to mew.

To Blaine: 10:46

I think you're a bit drunk. Talk to you in the morning.

Kurt put his phone down, a little upset that Blaine was drunk, but he made peace with his worry, Blaine was an adult after all. Mercedes came back into his room after using the bathroom, "What did Mr. Anderson have to say?" Kurt shook his head, "He hasn't texted back." Right then, Kurt's phone vibrated, and then again, and then again. To Kurt's shock, Blaine was calling him, "Excuse me, "He stepped into the hallway and answered,

"Hello?" "Hellow? Kurtsie?" Kurt flinched at the sheer sound of Blaine's voice. He was obviously heavily drunk if he was slurring that much. "Yes?" Kurt squeaked out. "I love youuuuuu!" Kurt pulled the phone away from his ear because Blaine was yelling at the top of his lungs. Though his heart fluttered a bit at Blaine's words, even though he knew they couldn't be completely trusted due to the amount of alcohol he had obviously consumed. "That's nice Blaine. Where are you?" "The bar." "Fuck." "KURT!" He sighed, "Yes Blaine?" "Cursing is bad." Kurt couldn't help but smile at how innocent he sounded and made a promise to himself to cuss in front of Blaine more often, "Which bar sweetie?" Blaine giggled, "You called me sweetie!" "Yes Blaine, which bar?" "Scandals." Kurt nodded, he knew where that was, "Don't leave, I'm coming to get you." "YAY! KUTRSIE IS COMING TO GET ME!" Kurt heard many other drunken men cheer with him on the other end of the phone, "Be there in ten."

Kurt walked back into his room, "Mercedes, if my dad asks, tell him I went to the store to get poster board for a project, I'll be back in thirty minutes." He threw on a coat over his pajamas and rushed out the door before Mercedes could even ask where he was actually going.

By the time Kurt got to Scandals, Blaine had texted him over ten times, he checked them as soon as he parked. Mostly they were awkwardly spelled declarations of love mixed with some borderline lustful comments. Rolling his eyes, Kurt exited his car and shoved his hands into his jacket's pockets to shield them against the cold and the oncoming rain.

Pushing the door open with his hip, Kurt surveyed the new territory. The room consisted of cracked wallpaper, rickety looking bar stools, and the same could be said for the patrons. He tried to walk further into the scene, but was stopped by a shady looking older man. "You wish to enter you have to pay." "I'm just here to pick up a friend." He tried to enter again but was still stopped, "Regardless, pay up." Kurt rolled his eyes and ducked under his arm, heading into the bar area. Once inside, it wasn't hard to find Blaine, he just followed the insanely loud sound of his voice.

"Blaine?!" "Kurtsie!" Blaine hopped off of the table he was dancing on and engulfed Kurt in a gigantic hug, seemingly crushing Kurt's entire figure, "Blaine…Can't…Breath." Blaine let him drop to the ground and looked incredibly concerned, poking Kurt all over and asking if he was okay. Once Kurt got his breath back, he said he was, and that it was time for them to leave. "Aww Kurt! Dance one song with me?!" Kurt was about to decline and drag Blaine out by the root of his gelled hair, when he was hit with the most adorable puppy dog face known to man, so he obviously said yes. Blaine jumped up and down for joy and told him to hold on, making a bee line for the DJ.

Kurt looked over towards the door and noticed the same man from before glaring at him. He held up his pointer finger and mouthed "one song" at him and the bouncer nodded, heading back to stand at the door. Blaine grabbed his hand and dragged him onto the small dance floor just as Christina Aguilera's Your Body began. Kurt rolled his eyes as Blaine began to dance, "Could you be any more cliché?" "Dance!" Kurt complied, and began dancing with Blaine. They began dancing in unison, each move complementing the other, though Kurt had a harder time since Blaine was stumbling around. By the end of the song Blaine had collapsed into Kurt's arms and everyone gathered around the floor erupted into applause. "YAY! Another!" Kurt guided Blaine towards the exit, "Nope, you promised." Blaine pouted but nodded, "I did."

Kurt nodded to the bouncer and he nodded back as they exited the establishment. When they were safely back in Kurt's car, he turned to look at Blaine, "What's your address?"

On the ride over to Blaine's new flat, he made a game of trying to distract Kurt, even going as far as to reach over to grab Kurt's dick. Thankfully Kurt noticed what he was going for and intercepted his wandering hand before it found its destination. "Alright, here we are." Blaine nodded and looked over at Kurt, "Thanks for coming to get me Kurt." He started leaning closer, "You're like…my knight in shining armor." "Why thank you." Kurt said, backing up a little bit. "You're the Hermonie to my Ron." "Why am I the girl?" "You're the Gandalf to my Frodo." Blaine stopped when he was mere inches away from Kurt, "Is this okay?" Kurt nodded, and Blaine got even closer, closing the gap in Kurt's lips with his own. Kurt inhaled the scent of Blaine as he tasted him on his tongue. Granted, it was marred by the stench of alcohol, but was Blaine nonetheless. Blaine broke the kiss and opened his eyes to look into Kurt's "I love you." He went to reattach himself with Kurt, but was pushed back. "Get out." Blaine looked like Kurt had just stabbed him, "What?" "I want to pretend that never happened. I want the first time you say that to my face to be special, not to be because you were drunk." Blaine then understood and started to get out, "So you'll pick me up in the morning?" Kurt looked at him with a funny look on his face, "I don't have a car, remember? It's still in the lot at Scandals." He smiled the biggest smile Kurt had ever seen. "See you in the morning." As Kurt heard the door shut, he wondered how he'd gotten so deep in with a person he met a week before.

Oh god… Kurt thought as he looked at the clock. What on Earth am I going to tell Mercedes?