Carson was flopped on the living room texting Malerie, his closest friend from Writers' Club. She was telling him about some dirt that she had uncovered about one of he football players who was sleeping with the librarian from another school.

He decided to get his laptop to write a first draft of a blackmail note to send him, before realising that his laptop was in Kurt's room, after Kurt had borrowed it to look at the Vogue website or something. He sighed and stood up, stretching his arms above his head and pulling his grey hoodie down when it rode up over his stomach.

He sped up the stairs on all fours, like a gorilla, as he was home alone and could do things like that without being judged by Kurt and that superior bitch face.

When he reached Kurt's room, Carson was about to pick up his laptop before he decided to stop and look at the photos of Kurt and Blaine that were pinned to the wall. He smiled, glad that his brother was really happy with Blaine.

Being distracted by the photos was the reason that he didn't hear the front door opening.

He also didn't hear footsteps coming up the stairs and across the landing.

He also didn't notice the bedroom door swinging open from where it had been left ajar.

What he did notice, however, was a pair of arms wrapping around his waist from behind. "Hi, Kurt," Came a voice from beside his ear. Carson tensed up considerably when he felt a pair of lips against his neck.

"Blaine?" He squeaked, his voice going embarrassingly high-pitched.

"What's wrong, babe?" Blaine asked, his arms tightening around Carson.

"I think you're confused," Carson managed to stutter out, trying to push Blaine away. Blaine let go, pain flashing across his features briefly.

"Have I done something wrong?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

"No, Blaine, I just think –" Carson began, before Blaine put a finger to Carson's lips. It was when Blaine was leaning forward, his lips slightly puckered, then the door swung open.

"What the hell is going on here?" Came a sharp voice, identical to Carson's own. Blaine and Carson both whipped their heads towards the noise, seeing Kurt standing in the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest with narrowed eyes.

His hair was styled to it swept over his forehead, and he was wearing a light blue button-down shirt with a dark blue tie, white jeans and what looked like a fox tail was hanging from the back of Kurt's jeans.

Blaine leaped back from Carson. "Oh my god, Kurt, I'm so sorry," He said, covering his mouth with his hands. "I came in and he was in here and I thought he was you –"

"Carson, what were you doing in my room?" Kurt asked, his eyebrow raised in suspicion.

"I was getting my laptop!" Carson said defensively, picking up his laptop from where it was lying on Kurt's desk.

Kurt gave Carson the side-eye as he walked out of the door.

Carson stayed out of the way for the next couple of hours, spending the time skyping Malerie and making a start to his latest blackmail letter.

When he thought it would be safe, he decided to go and check on Kurt and apologise again. He straightened his hoodie as much as possible, before quietly knocking on the door. When he received no answer, he peeked into the door hesitantly, afraid that a fire-breathing Kurt would leap out and attack.

Instead, he found Kurt and Blaine curled up together on the bed, not asleep, but not fully conscious either. Kurt's hand was tangled in Blaine's curls; his other hand linked with Blaine's, resting on the shorter boy's chest.

Carson smiled at the sight, before taking a photo of it on his phone –blackmail material could come in handy – and backing out of the room, shutting the door softly behind him.

A/N

Sorry this is quite short, but I wanted to update something, and I've had this idea in my head for a while now :)

I am going to go back to a few chapters and add things that I missed out - it feels like I rushed through far too many important things that are sort of vital to everything, so I shall go back and improve the general quality of the story! :)

Once again, thanks for your story alerts/favourites, and all your lovely lovely reviews!

(Also, has anyone else seen the Hunger Games? How amazing!)