A/N: Don't fret my Apologies loving peeps... I will not slack!

Chapter 36

Abundantly Awkward

Finn walked into the house gingerly, making sure his brother was not sitting and waiting to pounce. He sighed and looked at the bag in his hand, sixty dollars for two packs of underwear was just unnecessary... and awkward when your shopping for your brother. He'd never be able to go to that particular store again.. well.. not that he hung out at the mall anyways, but that was not the point... Because that clerk didn't believe the underwear borrowing story and had attempted to give him his number... nope... never again.

"Kurt?" called Finn, looking around, he hadn't seen Blaine's car, so he headed upstairs, "Bro?"

"Yeah Finn," said Kurt, leaning out of the bathroom with a smile, wearing his cleaning clothes. Finn froze.

"Are you still mad at me?" asked Finn, looking at the bleach water in Kurt's hands, If he kills me... he's already got the cleaning ready.

"... no," said Kurt with a half smile as he went back into the bathroom, which as Finn leaned in and saw, it literally sparkled.

"I ohm... bought you new underwear," Finn held out the bag.

"..." Kurt stared at the bag and blinked rapidly, biting his lip, and then started snickering, "... you... you ohm... bought me underwear?"

"... I also got the clerks number," said Finn with a shrug, that did, Kurt was laughing. Score.

"Oh my god... that's hilarious, " said Kurt.

"No... it was awkward... I was not aware of all the questions involved in this particular shopping... also... is it protocol for them to ask the size of your junk.. really? Really?" asked Finn, his face red at the memory, but hey, Kurt was snorting now.

"What did... did you say," said Kurt taking shallow breaths.

"I... said we were about the same..." said Finn, that did it, Kurt had tears in his eyes.

"Oh... somewhere... there is a video of this... I want it," laughed Kurt.

"Well.. moving on... from that awkward moment to this one... why are you cleaning?" asked Finn, looking at the crystal clear mirror.

"To remove dirt, Finn," smirked Kurt, as he poured the dirty water down the toilet.

"Yeah, but you only do this kind of cleaning when your really upset... and... I don't think... underwear is that upsetting," said Finn as Kurt ditched his gloves and washed his hands.

"Blaine and I had a disagreement," said Kurt, "But its no big deal."

"Obviously it is... my rooms clean," said Finn as he looked inside the room, which now smelt like freshly cleaned clothes versus the musty scent he was used to.

"Maybe I just wanted to clean," said Kurt with a shrug as he took the bag from Finn and looking inside, "Okay... the first two packs are normal, but where the hell did you get rainbow banded ones."

"Kurt? Don't change the subject, what happened?" asked Finn, reaching in the bag and pulling out the colorful package, "Also.. the white ones are yours, these are mine."

"I'm not even going to question your rainbow fetish," sighed Kurt, "Its too personal to talk about Finn..."

"Kurt... I just bought you underwear and had to figure out a way to size up your crotch, " sighed Finn, "I think were there... spill."

"Well when you put it that way," said Kurt, fighting back laughter again, but whatever the fight was about sobered him up as he plopped on Finn's bed with a sigh.

.=.=.

Dave couldn't stop laughing as they hit Westerville boarder, the only thing that killed the sour moods they were both in was Blaine's CD's... and he'd never pegged Blaine as the raunchy song type until now. He was glad Blaine was driving because he would have crashed the car way back on Animal Planet.

"Do you know this song?" asked Blaine over the loud music, Dave didn't dare open his mouth in fear of breaking in hysterics, he nodded, "Sing with me then..."

"... no," said Dave, Blaine pouted slightly but broke back into song, Dave fighting back tears a little.

"Take me by the tongue

And I'll know you

Kiss me 'til you're drunk

And I'll show you

All the moves like Jagger

I've got the moves like Jagger

I've got the moves like Jagger"

"I'm gonna piss myself, are we almost there," said Dave, and he really was at this point.

"Oh really?" laughed Blaine, who smirked and went over a pot hole.

"Fucker," laughed Dave, "You better hope you never have to go man... god damn!"

"Oops... my bad, bump," snickered Blaine, "The only way I avoid them is if I have a duet partner."

"I am not singing Moves Like Jagger with you," laughed Dave, okay now he really had to go.

"Just sing Christina's part, please," said Blaine, Dave saw a pot hole up a head.

"This is sadistic torture, you know that right..." The car swerved towards it, "Okay! OKAY!"

"Yes!" laughed Blaine as he rewound that part.

"I don't need to try to control you

Look into my eyes and I'll own you

With them moves like Jagger

I've got the moves like Jagger

I've got the moves like Jagger" sang Blaine, Dave rolled his eyes, wondering how far Blaine lived and if he could get of this when the part hit, he grumbled.

"You want to know how to make me smile

Take control, own me just for the night

But if I share my secret...." Dave broke off laughing.

"Oh what was that!" said Blaine laughing as well.

"I have to piss... I am not singing... I will ruin your seats I swear," said Dave, wondering why this drive had taken over two hours... oh yeah... detours.. damn construction.

"Okay, okay... were here," said Blaine as he cruised down a street called Temperance Point, the houses were large an brilliant, Dave let out a low whistle.

"What the hell do your parents do for a living?" asked Dave as they hit a large gated yard and drove through the already open doors, Dave blinked at the large brick providence, Blaine shrugged and pulled in front of the house.

"Yeah its pretty impressive, I know... It's okay," smiled Blaine as Dave followed him up the stairs to the front door, and opened it, Dave glanced at the wooden stair case that vanished up into the ceiling, it was definitely old school.

"Bathroom?" asked Dave, shaking off the shock of the house for a second, Blaine pointed towards a large door to the side.

Twenty minutes and a short tour later, they were in the attic of the house, or what it once had been, but the walls were painted a pale blue and a series of photos and posters littered the walls. He didn't know why, but he always pictured Blaine's room very organized and blank walled, but collages on photo boards and a few small posters... seemed so... Dave couldn't find a word. However the book shelf, CD shelf, and the large computer was definitely Blaine.

"Okay.. so.. after the indoor pool tour... I hope you know I'm moving in," said Dave, plopping down in a large bowel chair, "Yup.. never leaving."

"Hmm. I guess I could tell my parents you followed me home and I decided to keep you," said Blaine with a chuckle as he flopped on his bed and turned on the stereo with a small remote.

"I'm sure they figure it out after a couple of days of me just... being here," snickered Dave.

"So... what happened that made you want to skip classes?" asked Blaine, pulling out a small box and tossing a small bag of Cheetos.

"Gasp.. does Kurt know you have Cheetos?" asked Dave, brow raised, Blaine laughed.

"Of coarse... he raids it every time he's over," Blaine pulled out another bag for himself.

"It sounds pretty lame now, I guess I just had a small freak out at the time," said Dave, realizing that once he'd gotten out of the building, he'd felt better then... "I met someone and.. well Quinn read a text and... yeah.. pretty much."

"So you had a panic attack over her figuring it out... like what did it say... could she... I mean you'll eventually have to get over that fear, but... was it easy to figure out?" asked Blaine.

"I guess... not really... depends... I don't exactly know how nosy she is," said Dave with a groan, "She thinks I'm dating Rachel though... and for some reason she thinks Rachel and Finn are singing together at the benefit..."

"Well," Blaine let out a small hiss, "Kurt said she's can be kind of... what was the term, competitive is probably a better word than the colorful ones... She might.. might not analyze it... depends... I say don't worry about it and let sleeping dogs lie."

"Okay... yeah, maybe your right..." said Dave who sighed and corked an eyebrow, "So... what happened with you and Kurt.

.=.=.

"Okay... whoa... let me get this straight... you said that... and then he freaked?" asked Finn, a clearly confused expression on his face.

"Yeah, that's what the whole argument was about," said Kurt who had turned Finn's pillow into a giant stress ball, "He said don't say it, if I don't mean it."

"Okay dude... I have to ask... do you love him?" asked Finn, seriously, Kurt looked at him, his voice catching in his throat.

.=.=.

"You said that? Are you fucking nuts?" asked Dave, brows furrowed.

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"Why shouldn't I question it, he's been acting weird ever since I said it," said Blaine with a sigh.

"Maybe it threw him off..."

"Or maybe he just said he loved me because I said it," said Blaine with a slightly raised voice.

.=.=.

"So why did you say it if your not sure?" asked Finn, rubbing Kurt's shoulder closeset to him as Kurt looked ready to cry.

"Because... Because I'm supposed to... I want too.. he's perfect for me, he loves me, and I can't feel the same when I should," Kurt didn't cry, he just looked tired now, "I feel so stupid... like... like I'm reading this perfect fairy tail and the whole time I can't help but wish the Prince wasn't saving the Damsel."

"...well... well maybe, huh," Finn wanted to choose his words carefully and not incriminate himself, "Maybe your the damsel..."

"It was a reference Finn, tred carefully," said Kurt with a slight edge to his voice.

"Maybe your not the type of damsel who needs the Prince Charming in her story... maybe... you need... I dunno... A night shinning armor... or maybe even be one of them yourself... you know... maybe you should be the one looking for the damsel," said Finn, hoping he didn't mess that up so badly.

"So... your pretty much saying. Maybe I love Blaine, but he's not what I need," said Kurt, wringing Finn's pillow again.

"..." Finn bit his lip, praying this didn't backfire, "... yes."

"Okay," said Kurt putting down the pillow and leaving.

"Kurt..." he stopped as he saw Kurt head across the hall and into his room, his face had been red, his eyes beginning to well up.. and he heard a small sob, "Way to freaking go Finn."

.=.=.

"So... ever since the whole 'I Love you' confession... he's been trying to get more physical?" asked Dave, this was still confusing the shit out of him.

"I think he was only doing it to prove he felt the same or something... and as much as I would love too... I don't want us to do anything in hopes to make him feel like her might love me... I can't be that asshole," said Blaine, rubbing his temple.

Dave nodded as Blaine calmed himself. His mind was racing, he could say a thousand different things right now, and in the moment, would sound perfect... but he didn't want it to sound like he had ulterior motives... he didn't... did he. Dave bit his lip, bot sure what he should do because Blaine's eyes were getting red. He wasn't good with physical contact of any kind... and comfort? That's just crazy. On one hand, he could suggest they end it, and then eventually pursue his crush on Kurt and deal with the blows when it came... or he could comfort Blaine and make helpful suggestion and be a good friend. Dave looked at Blaine for a few seconds and mentally cursed at himself for being an idiot. He put his hand on Blaine's and held it as he leaned across the distance.

"Maybe you and Kurt... should talk it through. Whatever the resolve... it would kill you both if you two just let this escapade farther... you don't want to loose your best friend because you were afraid to tell them what you feel," said Dave, Blaine smiled at him, Dave felt a little better about his words.

"You know... if you had told me six months ago we'd be sitting her talking, I would have called you a nutcase... and an ass hat," said Blaine with a wary smile.

"Agreed... I would called you an evil little..." Blaine hugged Dave in mid-sentence, he felt awkward and tense... but he took a light breath and relaxed, wrapping his arm around Blaine and hugging back, he realized his shoulder was getting damp. He bit his lip at their awkward stance and tried to make it less awkward by moving to sit on the bed next to Blaine, Blaine hadn't even budged.

"Who knew..." Blaine's voice was raspy, "You'd be one of my best friends..."

"... I sure as hell didn't," said Dave, feeling guilt at his feelings for Kurt crash on him as he hugged Blaine a little tighter, he felt like a noose was being tightened.

His head was spinning with every thought possible. He knew he had a thing for Kurt. Kurt's relationship was breaking. Kurt would be single. Blaine. Blaine was one of his closest friends. One of his best too... he was the only person he turned too in his down moments who never belittled his concerns. Blaine was in love with Kurt. Brick walls slabbed themselves up on his emotions. Like normal. Because right now, in this moment, he realized that he Dave Karofsky. Might love Kurt too... and he Dave Karofsky... was fucked.

TBC