Author's Note (kind of important so please read): Ok, so first off, someone asked what song Walt sang in the last chapter and it was "Stay With You" by The Goo Goo Dolls. Secondly, there's going to be some changes to my writing schedule, and I just wanted to let you guys know. Right now I'm working on writing some of my own original stuff, and I've been thinking about starting to post passages from different writings onto my tumblr, so, I think I'll be trying to do that every two or three days. More likely than not, every two days. I'm also in a play right now, so obviously that's going to be eating up my normal writing time, and I have a mile long list of books I really want to read. Because of this, more likely than not, I'll probably only be posting once or twice a week for this story. I'm going to try for Mondays and Fridays starting today. It'd be super special awesome if you guys could check out my tumblr http:/ tsaycresent. tumblr. com/ and critique some of the stuff I'm writing that's original. I'd really appreciate it. As always, thanks for reviewing/alerting/favoriting! It makes me so happy! I hope my schedule doesn't upset anybody, since I know how you guys really like daily updates. Enjoy the new chapter. : )

September Sophomore Year

"Alright, thank you so much," Kurt said a million times as he thanked his director for his first job. Even though he was just going to be in a chorus for a really really off Broadway revival of "Footloose" it was still work, and it was the experience that would help him get bigger roles in other shows.

"Congratulations Kurt," Blaine said, getting up from his cereal to give his husband a tight hug and a sweet kiss.

"I'm so excited!" Kurt said, leaning into Blaine's chest and wrapping his arms around his neck. "This could be my big break!"

"No offense, but chorus parts aren't usually big breaks. It'll help get your name out there at least," Blaine said, hugging Kurt tighter. Kurt's phone started buzzing, ruining the moment.

"Really?" He grumbled, fishing his phone out of his pocket. "It's Dave."

"Of course it is," Blaine said, letting go of Kurt and sitting on their bed.

"Hello?" Kurt said, cradling his phone in his spidery fingers. "What's up?" He listened for a few seconds and then started freaking out. "Hold on! Hold on! Let me put you on speaker!"

Blaine lifted his head up when he heard speaker phone. Kurt pressed the speaker phone button and set it on the table. "What were you saying?" Kurt asked.

"Uh, well, I just got to like… I have no clue how bases work with guys. Uh, I guessed that'd be like second in a half base or something," Dave said, sounding a little shaken up.

"Well, what do you mean by that? I don't play baseball," Kurt said, flopping onto the bed and lying next to Blaine. "Do you know what that would be?"

"No clue," Blaine said back, waiting for Dave's answer.

"We got a shower together," Dave said. "But we didn't like, do anything big or anything. Well, I guess that is big, but we didn't like-"

"Ok, calm down. Now, why are you calling me about this? Need advice or something? Or just wanted to share," Kurt said, eyes closed, not meaning to sound bitchy.

"I'm kinda freaking out is all. I have to go to class soon anyways but I have no idea how I'm going to look at Walt ever again," Dave said, frazzled.

"Why? Did he look that bad?" Kurt asked, surprised that Dave would be so shallow.

"No, it's not like that. I just- I can't believe I did that. I'm sorry. I have to go. Class," Dave said, hanging up quickly. Kurt rolled his eyes, leaning his head against Blaine.

"I think he's making a big deal out of nothing," Kurt said.

"No, you would be doing the same thing if you were in his situation," Blaine said, sitting up. "Don't you have class?"

"SHIT!"

Walt: Meet me for lunch?

Dave: Can't busy.

Walt: What time will you be home?

Dave: Might pull all nighter.

Walt: Oh.

Dave felt terrible for lying to Walt as he ate his vending machine lunch in his next class, which didn't start for another hour. He just couldn't get over what happened this morning. It was against practically everything Dave believed in as far as preserving yourself as a temple and stuff. Why the hell did he do that?

He needed a shower. That's what he's been trying to tell himself, but he knows that's a lie. He could've just gone in there and told Walt "Get out of the shower. I need it" and he probably would have.

"David, you're early," Ms. Franks, Dave's intro to education teacher said as she set her briefcase down.

"Yea, well, Walt couldn't meet me for lunch so I decided just to head over to my next class," Dave said, sipping his iced tea.

"That's strange. I just saw Walter down at the café when I picked up my lunch," Ms. Franks said, mostly to herself. "He seemed upset about something."

Shit, great job Dave. You screwed this one up. He couldn't help but get down on himself. Walt was really the only guy he'd been with, and he just seemed to keep messing up at every turn. Walt usually forgave him, said it was because of Dave's inexperience or whatever, but still that wasn't much of an excuse.

"Maybe I'll go see if he's still there," Dave said, getting up from his seat and hurrying out of the building. Sure enough, there was Walt; sitting at their usual table, looking the most upset Dave's ever seen him. Walt is a very composed person, and is great at hiding his feelings, but the look on his face looked like someone just killed his puppy or something.

"Hey," Dave said, sitting down at the table. Walt looked up, registering what was going on.

"I thought you were busy," he said flatly, going back to whatever he was doing on his phone.

"I'm sorry," Dave said, not sure what he was sorry for but it felt necessary. Walt was still fiddling with his phone.

"Is there something you should be sorry for? I just wanted to have lunch with you David, it's not the end of the world," Walt said, obviously irritated.

"Uh, listen, I think we should talk about this morning," Dave said, really not liking this conversation.

"There's nothing to talk about. You obviously regret what happened. It won't happen again," Walt said, staring down.

"Not exactly. It's just that… it goes against-"

"I know. Your religion or whatever. Just don't lead me on if you're going to regret it later," Walt said, getting up and shoving his hands in his pockets. "I'll see you later. I have class."

"Can we talk about this tonight?" Dave tried, standing up.

"I'd rather not. Let's just pretend it never happened," Walt said flatly, slipping his messenger bag onto his shoulder. "Maybe I'll go rent a movie tonight. See you."

"See you," Dave said, biting his lip. Walt didn't say anything, didn't even look back at Dave. Just walked out. Dave really screwed up this time.

"I just think that you shouldn't be getting involved in their drama," Blaine said as the couple walked through Central Park. "You're friends with both of them, so you're going to have one of them angry with you if you choose a side."

"But Dave gave me advice with our relationship sometimes and it worked out fine," Kurt said, sitting down on the side of a bridge.

"Dave also hates my guts Kurt. It makes it worlds easier when you hate one of them," Blaine said, leaning next to Kurt. "Besides, you have enough to worry about. Like, your new role in the chorus."

"That'll be cake. I'm not worried about it," Kurt sighed, resting his face in his hands.

"I think you should start getting more worried. You need to have a person who will say good things about you when you go to other auditions. This could be very important," Blaine said, still smiling.

"I guess so," Kurt said, hopping off the side of the bridge and walking more. "So, Blaine, I wanted to ask you about something."

"And that'd be?" Blaine asked, eyes lighting up suddenly. "Want to ride the carousel?"

"Do I?" Kurt squealed, grabbing Blaine's hand and running over to it. "It's only like, three bucks!"

The two boys paid for their tickets and got on the best horses they could find, so excited since they both love "Catcher in the Rye".

"So what did you want to ask?" Blaine asked as the carousel started. Kurt hesitated, thinking of the right wording.

"I know you aren't happy in the city. I can tell. So, I was thinking that maybe we could start house hunting in New Jersey. Then we'd have a backyard. We'd have to wait until the end of the semester to move, but-"

"I'd love that. Are you sure?" Blaine asked, knowing how much Kurt loves it here.

"You've given up a lot for me," Kurt said, staring into Blaine's eyes. "It's my turn to make a compromise. And we could get a dog."

"You hate dogs."

"I do, but I love you."

"I love you too Kurt."