If Blaine had any thoughts before about breezing through his homework that night he found it hard to justify them now. He went up to his bedroom and reluctantly started taking out his work, ignoring the urge to turn on the TV. His parents had been against him having a TV in his room when he was younger, but when he said he wanted to buy one himself, spending some of the money he'd saved up from working at the amusement park over the summer they'd relented after Blaine had made a well-prepared argument that may have overstated the expectations high school students today are held to with regard to keeping up on cable news reports. Mainly he'd been using it to binge watch Project Runway and other reality TV with Kurt. His parents' main fear, he assumed, was that having it in his room would lead to him watching TV more of the time and neglecting his responsibilities. But they'd made it pretty clear that if they ever thought that was happening they'd have no problem taking it away for some un-named amount of time—arguments that he'd bought it with his own money notwithstanding. He grunted to himself, remembering how fruitless his argument over that had been when he first got it. Kurt's dad would never hold something like that over his head. Maybe he'd get grounded from using the car or something, but his dad and stepmom own that car. Kurt and Finn don't know how easy they have it sometimes. My parents are just forever going to be the strictest parents on the block.

Blaine sighed. Well I guess I don't have to worry about defending my television time tonight… way too much other work to do. And I've gotten the strictest boyfriend on the block to hassle me about it if I don't, too! Thinking back now on what Kurt and Rachel had had to say about his infraction at school today, a small part of him felt a little ill-used—there are kids at McKinley that literally sleep through most of their classes. Has either of them met that kid Brett? But he knew that argument wouldn't be holding any water. I said I was going to do my best here, and Kurt's right. Fantasizing my way through third period wasn't my best moment. He knew Kurt was pushing him on this for his own good—neither one of them was going to be happy if his grades slipped and his parents got involved. And Blaine hadn't considered that a teacher might get annoyed enough with his inattention to give him detention. He'd gotten demerits here and there, but had only actually gotten a detention once at Dalton—when he'd gotten caught skipping school to help Kurt confront Karofsky. At Dalton you had to get a parent signature on your detention form, and his parents had definitely not been pleased with him that day. I should find out if they have the same system here… He didn't really think he was in danger of getting sent to detention anytime soon, but the threat it held would be very different depending on whether or not his parents would have to find out about it. Either way there'd probably be no way to hide it from Kurt. Wonder how long an essay I'd have to write for him for that?

Blaine slowly worked his way through as much of his Physics work as he could before giving up and giving Rachel a call. As he was about to dial the number, he saw a text from Nick.

So you two comin Friday?

Blaine smiled. He texted back. Oh right. Your party! Kurt wants to but has to negotiate with his dad to get out of family dinner night first. But I'll definitely be there, and my folks said I can sleepover.

Blaine leaned back on his bed. He expected most of his Warbler buddies would be at the party. It was nice having something to look forward to.

Family dinner night? Sounds painful. Hope he can get out of it. Either way, I've got a couple scrappy new recruits coming that will be up for some FC shenanigans if you want that night too.

Blaine blinked. He hadn't thought of Fight Club in awhile. He wondered if one of the "recruits" was Sebastian. He chewed his lip a moment, and then texted back.

Eh I think my days of that may be done, man. Too risky.

Blaine felt butterflies in his stomach as he sent the text. He'd agreed several weeks ago to beg off any Fight Club invitations, but this was the first time he'd actually had to do it. He'd caught wind that Nick might have had a mini-brawl somewhere that night so many of the Warblers came to his show—but no one had even asked him that night because they'd figured he had McKinley afterparties to get to. It felt final, having to actually say no to it.

What?! That's not the Blaine Anderson I remember. That public school making you soft? ;-)

Blaine smirked and texted back. Not in the least, thank you very much. You've met my parents. Now that I've got a boyfriend I prefer not to chance getting grounded for life if I can help it.

Heh. Well that only happens if you get caught. But if you're really retiring you know you're always gonna be welcome to come watch and cheer us on. My money's on the new kids though lol.

Mine too. ;-) Blainesighed. It was nice that he'd get to hang out with Nick and the gang, but he knew it wouldn't be quite the same. McKinley's my school now. It's just going to be different, even when we do get to see each other. It's worth it. He thought of that night the Warblers had gone to his show and how he'd laid with Kurt on this bed that same night. Being with Kurt like that beats a night out with the guys any day of the week.

A slow grin coming to his face, he texted Kurt. Hey. Thinking of you. ;-) Nick says he hopes you can talk your dad out of the Friday night thing. Everybody's gonna be at his party and want to see you again.

Only a few moments later Kurt had replied. I thought you were supposed to be doing homework, Mister.

Blaine chuckled. Always the taskmaster, I guess. He texted back. I am. Honest. And trying to save all my sordid fantasies for after it's all done too!

Admirable self control. Good boy.

Blaine smiled. I honestly might need to start studying at the library though. My bedroom's filled with pretty distracting memories now. He waited for Kurt's response, running his hand against his comforter. How can I have just seen him at school today and still I miss him?

Hmm. I can see how that could present a challenge. The other day you wore that shirt again and it kept making me think of our first time when I was supposed to be paying attention in Booty Camp.

Blaine's jaw dropped, thoroughly enjoying this new information. He texted his response at once. It did? Well now who's the one irresponsibly distracted? My how the tables have turned. I have to wear that shirt more often. And the pants. I can't believe he thinks of me the way I think of him sometimes.

Yeah nice try, but Booty Camp isn't exactly Physics or math. I think I'll still graduate high school if I space out here and there. Besides, it's stupid I have to go to it anyway.

Blaine grinned. So Friday?

We'll see. At this point I don't think my dad's going to let me out of dinner, but he might let me go out after if I play my cards right. But he and Carole are being ridiculous lately, so we'll see.

This was news to Blaine. Kurt's folks usually seemed super laid back to him—at least compared to his own. Something happen?

Let's just say there's been a number of "family meetings" this week and it's not even Tuesday yet.

Ouch. That sucks.

Yeah it's annoying. Finn can be counted on to be in more hot water than I am roughly 90% of the time, but still. I can't wait to be in New York and not have to hear about curfews or who was supposed to wash the dishes yesterday.

Blaine felt a little pang at the mention of New York. Obviously Kurt was a senior and applying to NYADA was his big dream these days. But sometimes when Kurt brought it up it gave him pause. Would they still be together by then? They'd started talking about the things they'd like to do together when they were older—buying a lighthouse, going to Pride in New York every year… but he preferred to skip the part in his head where he was going to be still in Lima for a whole year before he could join Kurt. Was it crazy to expect that they'd still be together almost two years from now? Now that he was in a relationship he cherished the thought of breaking up kind of terrified him. I want this to last. His thoughts were disrupted by another text message from Kurt coming through.

Enough texting. Your homework's not going to do itself.

Blaine made a face at his phone, pretending Kurt could see. But then he sighed. Well. He's not wrong. He texted back.

Yes sir. Calling Rachel to wrap up my physics work and just have a few math problems after that. Call me when you're ready for moisturizing and I should be all done. Love you.

Love you too.