I am so mad at myself right now. I mean, I get sick and can't write worth poop for like a week (the most recent two chapters were proof of that). On top of that, I'm so anxious to write this thing, but I have major writer's block. On top of THAT, I'm just so dang frustrated with my writing in general. I know I could do better. ugh, well hopefully this turned out better.

Disclaimer: I do not own glee.


They say Junior Year is your hardest year, and while I don't exactly know who 'they' are, well, I'd gotta say, they're absolutely right.

Football's gotten more intense since Coach Beiste took over. I mean, you've gotta give her a lot of props; she single handedly turned the Titans from the 'special-needs' team to the dream team. Still, I know I complained about last year having an intense football workout/practice regimen, but this year feels like last year on crack… and steroids… and speed… and whatever else makes you super active and on edge. Seriously, my limbs have never been so sore.

My parents also enrolled me in some SAT prep classes. I mean, they're not so bad, it's just that I average out at about a 1990-2000 on practice tests, which is good, but my parents were like, "NO! You need to be in the 2100-2200 range!" So yeah, given that I've already kinda plateau-ed score-wise, I'm kinda nervous on principle.

I also took extra AP classes, and I suppose it's obvious who suggested that… *cough*parents*cough* … but you know, it's fine. The people aren't as low brow, but they just sound so uptight. I mean, the girl who sits next to me in Pre-cal seems to be either on the verge of a nervous breakdown or really needing to go to the restroom because she's always rocking back and forth and shaking. It's kinda creepy. And don't even get me started on homework… ugh…

At any rate, I am very busy, like very-very busy, so it's no surprise that Kurt and I really haven't spent some real quality time together in the last few months. I mean in addition to dealing with SAT's and AP's, he's also pretty much planning his parents' wedding, and I've got to say, he's overworking himself. It's not because his parents are forcing him to plan the whole thing; I mean, he offered, but still, it's scary at how intense he's getting. One time, at lunch, he showed me samples colors for the wedding. He held up to cards that were, to me, the exact shade of red and asked which one was better. No matter which one I picked, he went on a long- as if he'd already planned it out- speech about the benefits of the other color, and when I said, "Okay the other one's good too," he switched sides! I swear, I love him, but he's got to calm himself.

And that's why I invited him over to my house for a little R & R. Of course, he thinks it's because I want to help him with 'school work', but, you know, he says potato, I say tomato… yeah I watched some of the 'Bring It On' movies during the summer.

Right when I answered the door, he busted through the doorway, no kiss, no hug, no eye contact even, and just started yammering on and on about the Civil War. His nose was pretty much buried in his text book as he walked instinctively to where my couch usually was and tried to sit down. Funny thing was, it wasn't there. He looked up, shocked, and realized that my furniture had all been put up against the wall.. He looked over to me with that adorable doe-eyed Bambi look of his and, as if he read my mind, realized that I had something more than studying in mind.

"Mikey… what's going on here?"

I did Finn's awkward 'constipated baby' face and looked at him with feigned innocence. "Well, you've been working so very hard lately that I thought we'd take a day to let loose and have fun for a bit…" I picked up some loose clothing that I had ready for him. "Here, you're gonna want to change into something a little bit more loose."

He looked a little offended that I, of all people, would suggest his outfit was under par but then shook his head and tried to look sternly at me. "Mike, we have a history test in a week-"

"Kurt, we just took a test two days ago… the next test's not for a week and a half…"

"Well," he shrugged, "luck favors the prepared, and I definitely feel that I could have prepared better for that last one-"

I stuck out my hand, making him realize that he was still sitting on my hardwood living room floor, and helped him up. I grabbed his shoulders and had him looking me straight in the eye. "Kurt, you're over working yourself. You've got to stop trying to stretch yourself too thin. You and I both know that you're little habit of trying too hard at everything is your way of dealing with stress," His eyes gave in to this realization as I said this, "and that needs to stop, like now, or your skin's gonna break out like crazy."

The pure fear in his eyes, honestly, made me giggle at first, and then I realized that my message had gotten through. Dang I'm good! He dropped his head and rested it on my shoulder. "You're right. I have been a little crazy lately."

"A little?"

He shoved me a little bit and looked at the clothes that I had offered him. They were some black and yellow shorts that had gotten just a little too small for me and a black t-shirt with a Pikachu on it, and he just looked at me, shaking his head with a smile. "You're such a dork."

I flashed him my dorky smile and kissed him on the nose. "But I'm your dork…"

With that, he went to the bathroom to change and emerged minutes later, his clothes neatly folded and clutched in his hands, with my clothes on and an amused look on his face. "I look like I'm ten years old in this shirt."

I laughed. "Funny, that's how old I was when I outgrew that."

He wrinkled his nose and walked towards the center of the room. "So what are we doing today?"

I smiled and dug through a duffle bag I had sitting next to me. "Think fast!"

I tossed him some sai daggers, and amazingly he caught them and twirled them around with surprisingly apt coordination. "Sai daggers… why do you have these?"

I twirled my own pair in my hands. "Well, you know how I'm always telling you about your amazingly innate ninja skills, right? Well, I just wanted to, you know, test them out, seeing as you told me you were trained with these."

He eyed me suspiciously. "Really?"

"Yes, really. And you need another outlet, you know, something to help you blow off some steam."

"You just wanna recreate the scene from The Mummy Returns, don't you?"

I smiled. "Well, those couldn't have been sai, I mean, Egypt didn't have contacts with Japan at the time, but, yes, the idea's crossed my mind."

He giggled and twirled his daggers as we slowly started circling the room, mirroring each other's steps. "Are you sure this is the way you want me to blow off steam? I mean, I could go all 'Electra' on you."

Slowly copying his movements, I shrugged. "These aren't made of metal. We can't get hurt or break anything. Besides, I think I can handle you."

He raised his eyebrow. "Humph, well, we'll see about that."

He took his stance, holding his daggers in a ready position and egged me on. I did the same and prepared for the onslaught. After a short pause, he lunged forward and attacked with multiple slices. I blocked and started my retreat, and in a matter of seconds, he had me backed up to the wall. Amazed at his skill, I stepped up my game and went on the offensive. I suppose I should be surprised, Kurt always was a very feisty guy, but I could hardly recognize Kurt like this: so methodic, so focused, so intent, so hot… Ahem! Well, um, you get the picture.

We continued like that for a while, forcing each other from the living room, to the stairs, back down again, and back up, then back down a couple of times. Finally, as if he had a sudden stroke of genius, Kurt somehow flicked his dagger in his wrist to knock both of mine out of my hands at the same time. Defenseless, I looked at him in total surprise as he jumped on me, locking his legs around me, and pinning me to the floor with the sheer weight of his push. I would have been in complete in total pain… if I weren't concerned about the person straddling me with sai daggers in his hands.

I looked up at him as he smiled at me, a sight I hadn't seen for the last couple of weeks, and started to blush. "I win!" he said, laughing with such enthusiasm. I hadn't seen him this happy in such a long time. He looked me straight in the eyes, and we shared a tiny 'just-sat-there-lost-in-each-others'-eyes' moment. He bent down to kiss me, but reaching his hand to his neck, he let out a cry of pain.

"You okay?"

He rolled off of me and sat up next to me. "Yes, I'm fine. I've just had this crick in my neck for weeks now and well…" He trailed off as he moved his head around to try and soothe it.

I got up and knelt behind him. I put my hand to his neck and slowly tried to ease the knots out of his neck. He instantly relaxed, melting like chocolate beneath my fingers. "Feel okay?"

All he could do was let out a grunt, which I just took as a yes, and continued to ease his aching muscles. For such a petite guy, he was abnormally tense. He had so many knots in all the muscles on his neck all the way to his shoulders and even in his lower back. Somehow he had gotten completely faced down on the floor, still melting like chocolate beneath my fingertips, and I was straddling him, working out the kinks in his lower back. He had gotten past groaning and started full out moaning, which made me blush even harder every time he did, which, incidentally, was a lot.

I continued until I realized he had fallen asleep. He was so deeply asleep that I could pick him up, carry him to my bed, and tuck him in before he even so much as made a peep. The second I put him down, he instantly curled up with my pillows and hugged them like he was a tiny six year old tired from a day of playing. I couldn't help but smile at the utterly mind-blowing cuteness that I was witnessing. I kissed him on the forehead, to which I swear he smiled, and proceeded downstairs to replace the furniture that I had moved before my parents got home, even though I knew neither of them would be home for at least five, maybe six, hours. They were working overtime, which meant that I would have to make dinner for myself, which sucks for them because I am an excellent cook.

Kurt woke up an hour later, completely and utterly refreshed. "Have a good nap?" I asked him.

He stretched as he made his way down the stairs and sat in my lap on the couch. "Yes, yes I did." He smiled at me and wrapped his arms around my neck before planting a really passionate kiss square on my lips that left me both thirsty and wanting more all at the same time. We proceeded to make out some more, much to my pleasure (tee hee), but after half an hour, Kurt broke the chokehold our tongues had on each other.

"While I'd love to sit here and do this for another five, maybe six hours, I really got to get home and study-"

"Boo, studying!" I wrinkled my nose and tried to recapture his lips. I almost succeeded, but he got up. I shot him a puppy dog face, complete with quivering lip, which usually would be his kryptonite, but he somehow resisted and picked up his stuff.

"Seriously, I got to go, but thank you." He smiled. "Really, thank you; I needed this." He kissed me one last time and went for the door. "See you tomorrow!"

And, yeah, that day proceeded as normal as it could get. I made dinner, went to sleep before my parents got home, and continued on to the next day.

I realize that with the way I set that up, my parents would come home while I was massaging Kurt or find us in some other awkward and incriminating position, but really, nothing exciting like that happened that day. Sorry to be such a disappointment. The only reason I reveal the glorious details of that day is because that day was the last day in a while that Kurt and I shared something special. That was the last day that we would spend together as a couple. That was the last day that either of us would ever share something so unbridled with joy and happiness. That was the last day that he would look me in the eye and kiss me without any hurt, pain, or sorrow deep in his eyes. Because after that day, everything changed.


Yeah, I'm usually not a big fan of cliff hangers, but I've got to seriously think about the next chapter for it to be any good.

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