Sam fell face down on his bed, groaning. It was official. He sucked. He couldn't even look at Kurt without feeling the blood rush to his face. How was he supposed to tell him that he liked him?

He distantly heard the ping of the IM go off.

Dragon_Slayer: Dude, I have news.

Na'viRocky: I'm a failure. Leave me alone.

Dragon_Slayer: Sure you are, but I like you anyway. Why are you just realizing this now?

Na'viRocky: I can't tell the guy that I like that I like him.

Dragon_Slayer: That's harsh.

Dragon_Slayer: What's his name anyway?

He paused. For some reason, he didn't want Blaine to know. Kurt was his and he wasn't about to share.

Na'viRocky: Billy. Why?

Dragon_Slayer: Curiosity. Anyway, back to me.

Na'viRocky: We're forever talking about you.

Dragon_Slayer: I'm going to ignore that comment. I'm moving.

Na'viRocky: Moving? Where?

Dragon_Slayer: That's the beauty of it.

Na'viRocky: Blaine, you're not making any sense.

Dragon_Slayer: I'M MOVING TO LIMA, SAM! ISN'T IT WONDERFUL?

Sam stared at his laptop, stunned. What?

Na'viRocky: What?

Dragon_Slayer: It's been ever so lonesome here without you and my darling parents decided that you make me focus and so, we are moving to Ohio and I'm going to meet your hot not-really boyfriend!

Na'viRocky: Great!

Great. Blaine would meet Kurt. This could only end in disaster and hilarity. Minus the hilarity. Damn Blaine and his stupid Harry Potter musical. No sane person could sit through a two hour long musical about the assorted adventures of the Boy Who Lived, but then again, no one even claimed that Blaine was sane.

Dragon_Slayer: Really?

Na'viRocky: What?

Dragon_Slayer: You have nothing more to say. No enthusiasm. Nothing?

Na'viRocky: It's been a long day, Blaine. Just drop it.

Dragon_Slayer: Fine.

Na'viRocky: When are you going to be here?

Dragon_Slayer: I'd say another month or so. We have to get packed here and everything. I'll have to bid adieu to my beloved Warblers.

Na'viRocky: Cool. I have homework, so I'll talk to you later.

Dragon_Slayer: Sure.

Sam logged off. Blaine's parents were filthy rich and known for doing impulsive things. In fact, this was probably one of the most well thought out ideas they had had in a while. Nothing could really top the yacht they were convinced would fit in their in ground pool. He tried to reason with himself. It wouldn't be bad. Blaine, his best friend, at school with him. With Kurt. Damn.