"We still have a lot to unpack and everything, but now that we actually have lights it's a lot easier." Kurt was saying into the phone, holding it up with his shoulder while he rummaged through some books. "It must have come on in the middle of the night… yeah, we didn't have water or electric before we went to bed… Blaine's doing fine. Yes, he remembers the talk you had about keeping an eye on me 24/7… No, I don't think I'll tell him that, it will just scare him… Tell Carole he's fine. He's reorganized his bookshelf like five times; he's a little too giddy over this, if you ask me."

"Have not." Blaine pouted from across the room, not even looking up the box of clothes he was cleaning out. They hadn't gotten too much unpacked the day before. Then again, things hadn't exactly gone as planned. They had planned to move the dresser and table the day of the trial. Burt had gotten called into the garage. And then they had planned to have Burt and Blaine take one trip to and from Cincinnati and Kurt take two (they had too much stuff to fit the first time up) in the early morning, but Finn had some football related crisis involving a form of some sort that had to be filled out by Carole and Burt "right that minute." Blaine didn't know it was possible to spend two hours filling out a form, but apparently it was when OSU football was involved. But that was okay because there was still time, it was only noon when they finally left Lima, and there was still plenty of time.

They had been hoping against hope that maybe—just maybe—the power and water would be on when they made it. They, of course, were not. After helping Kurt move all of the boxes out of his car so he could make the next trip back (the poor thing ended up driving roughly 9 hours straight with very few breaks), he and Burt had moved the table into the kitchen. As they were lowering Kurt's dresser to the ground, Blaine's cell phone rang and the delivery people informed them that they would be unable to deliver the bed and living room set the next morning. No, they could come that day—"within the hour!" she said cheerfully— or in a week's time. There was no way Kurt would sleep on the floor for week and Blaine didn't particularly enjoy the idea of it either, so he told the lady fine, that they could come then, and the two had to quickly get the large and heavy dresser into the apartment (this took some time) and move Burt's truck farther down the street so the delivery people could get into the driveway.

Within the hour, Blaine learned as all young adults do in their life, meant three to four hours if you were lucky and by the next morning if you were not so lucky when it came to movers, delivery men, repairmen, and the people who would set up anything required for survival (i.e.: water, electricity, and, of course, television and internet which Blaine was the most anxious for). While the time could have been spent unpacking, both Burt and Blaine sat and waited for three hours for the delivery people. Granted, maybe they were being just a little bit lazy, but they used the excuse that they didn't want stuff to be in the way when the delivery people got there. Kurt saw through it, of course, and let Blaine know just how lazy he was after his father left. Blaine had expected no less from his boyfriend, though, and had been prepared for it.

By the time 8:30 came around Kurt was home and Burt had left, (after almost an hour of pacing, asking questions, reminding them to not leave the house in the middle of the night "because nothing good happens after midnight", and demanding a call as soon as the power was on and their phones were charged up) there wasn't much else they could do besides crawl into bed. It was dark out, they had no lights, they felt disgusting and sweaty, but neither boy had slept more soundly in months than they did that night. Maybe even longer than months.

That is why the next morning they still had well over 3/4ths of the unpacking to finish. Nothing, absolutely nothing, had gone as planned the day before… but had they really expected it to? Moving was definitely not an easy thing. It was stressful and anxiety invoking. They still had to get through the television and internet being hooked up and Blaine was particularly adamant about wanting it hooked up now because it was Sunday night and that meant Celebrity Apprentice was on. He also, even more importantly, wanted to get onto Facebook because Wes always made brilliant statuses that could sometimes have him laughing for days and, after all this stress from moving, he could use a laugh right about now. And okay, maybe Blaine really had reorganized his bookshelf four times but his books had been in storage for so long. He enjoyed just staring at them, moving them around, and making a list in his head of which one's he would reread first.

"Yes, we locked the doors last night… Dad… no, Blaine hasn't turned into an abusive and controlling boyfriend overnight… yes, I'm pretty sure his nice guy thing isn't an act…" Kurt said into the phone. He came by Blaine to grab another box, kissing the top of his head. "Yeah, Blaine works Tuesday morning but I'm going to pick Carole up so she can go with me to CCAD on Wednesday… I'm sure it's fine you can't come, Dad. It's just scheduling… Uh-huh…"

"Really?" Blaine scoffed, holding up a hideous blue t-shirt with his nose scrunched up.

"I was fifteen and horribly misled." Kurt said, yanking the shirt free of Blaine's grasp. "Alright, Dad, I'll talk to you tomorrow… tell Carole and Finn we said hi. Love you too."

"That phone call was thirty minutes shorter than last nights." Blaine said cheerfully. "I'd call that improvement."

"You realize my father thinks you're public enemy number one right now, right?" Kurt kicked the box Blaine was sorting through out of his way and sat on Blaine's lap.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asked, trying to look stern but failing miserably. By this point he had almost given up on being productive. There were just so many more things he would rather be doing. Like holding Kurt.

"Distracting you." His boyfriend mumbled, leaning down to kiss him on the lips.

"You're good at that." Blaine mumbled back into his lips, arms going around his waist and pulling him even closer.

After several seconds, Kurt pulled away and buried his face in the crook of Blaine's neck. "I love you."

"I love you too." Blaine whispered¸ ruffling his hair. No. We have stuff to do. Otherwise Kurt will have to finish it all alone when you're at work Tuesday. He had to be mature; he had to make sure stuff got done. It was the right thing to do. "But I think you're forgetting that we still have a lot of unpacking to get done and that I have to go to work on Tuesday."

"Why do you have to go to work on Tuesday anyway? You said that classes don't start until Wednesday." Kurt stuck his lower lip out adorably, making Blaine want to cuddle him then and there. "That doesn't give us very much time to spend together in our new house."

"We've been through this five times, my love. The day right before classes start is always busy and you basically have to work it unless you're in a hospital dying."

"You live in Ohio." Kurt pointed out, still pouting. "He'd have let you not work. You're just too nice."

"I think we should just be relieved that both of my bosses were understanding and rehired me. I don't think I'm in a position to be very picky… and I don't mind it. It's going to be open to close; I'll make a lot of money. And with that lot of money, I can buy you things. Doesn't that sound nice? Or maybe we can go to the Cheesecake Factory." Offering him with the Cheesecake Factory may have been a little extreme, but he did feel bad that Kurt was going to be alone so much until the younger boy started school. Sure, Kurt would look for a job. But with the economy, it was untelling how long it would take the boy to actually find one. That meant he'd be alone for four days a week for several hours.

At the mention of cheesecake, Kurt's blue eyes lit up and he made an "O" with his mouth. Then he paused and said hesitantly, "I don't know. That's fattening. I don't want to gain my weight back."

Blaine rolled his eyes, arms tightening around his younger boyfriend. "You and your rabbit food. I don't know how you eat so healthy, Kurt. Fast food is delicious. And salad is not. You can eat unhealthy food every once in a while."

Kurt kind of shrugged, looking away.

"What?"

"I just don't like it very much. I don't know." He shrugged again, still not looking at Blaine.

"Hey now, what? Tell me." Blaine said quietly, because he knew Kurt well enough to know that the shrug he had just done was not an 'I just don't like it' type of shrug.

"Well… I just had fast food a lot after my mom died." He said quietly, looking down at his hands. "We never had it before… because mom knew how to cook and bake. But after she died… well, Dad isn't a good cook, not really… and I guess I just equate it with that."

"You equate fast food with your mom dying? Isn't that a little weird?" Blaine asked without thinking, and then his eyes widened in horror. Had he really said that out loud? Yes, he had. It was almost as bad as the time he asked if Pavarotti's burial reminded him of his mom. Where was that filter that normal human beings had that stopped them from asking stuff like this at inopportune times? Then again, he reasoned, he'd never known anyone that had died. So maybe you couldn't completely blame him for now knowing how to act around the subject of death.

"No." Kurt sighed and spoke in a soft voice. "A lot changed when she died. Well, obviously. For instance, I had to switch bus stops and get off near the garage. Jeff would pick me up from my bus stop and take me to the garage. I'd sit in Dad's office and do homework and stuff… then we'd leave and always go through the drive thru at McDonalds or KFC or Gold Star Chili on the way home… I had it all the time and I'd never had it before and I just… didn't like it. I think that's why I don't like it now."

"You stayed at the garage after school?" he asked curiously. He of course knew that Kurt knew a lot about cars. After all, he had gone down to the garage many Saturday and Sundays to help Burt get caught up on stuff. He also knew that Kurt always sorted through all of the chaos in Burt's main office because, as Kurt declared, his father was 'hopeless when it came to office management.' It was still hard to imagine an eight year old Kurt Hummel spending his free time at a car garage, though. Blaine had just imagined him always watching Disney movies or playing with the dolls he had admitted to having (and still had).

"Yeah." Kurt nodded. "Dad tried to get me to go to an after school club or something and I tried but… I've just always been different. So I hated it and that's what we decided to do. I went to the garage every day until middle school started and then I came home after school alone and taught myself how to cook and kept up with the house… Things were just so… I mean… I had to do it, though. Dad says I grew up too fast... He tried to talk me into trying stuff again at middle school, you know? I didn't have many friends, though, so I told him I didn't want to… I just stayed home and cooked dinner, cleaned the house, and did my schoolwork."

"I'm sorry, Kurt." Blaine said, not knowing what to say. Truth be told, he'd had a very normal childhood until he came out to his parents. It seemed like after that, it all went to hell. When he was eight, nine, and ten, he'd played power rangers with the boys on his street and rode his bike around. And at least in the first two years of middle school, he'd played soccer and talked about the various boy things that middle schoolers talk about. And when he was eleven and twelve, he was certainly not cooking dinner for the family or straightening up the house. His room, of course, remained spotless but that was nothing to the extent of keeping up with an entire house. It sounded like Kurt had almost taken the place of his mother, and that was extremely sad. It was sad that Kurt had been a mother to himself. That broke Blaine's heart.

"It's okay." Kurt shrugged. "I'm used to taking care of stuff on my own." He took a deep breath. "I think when the whole stuff with Karofsky happened, that was the first time I'd ever really had something I couldn't handle on my own."

Blaine just tugged him even closer, nuzzling his shoulder. "You were handling it… Trying to at least."

Kurt pressed their foreheads together. "What about you?" he whispered. "Did you do anything after school or anything?"

"I just did soccer." Blaine said. His forehead was still pressed against Kurt's and he resisted the urge to sigh. "I had friends on the team until I was about thirteen."

"Why just until you were thirteen?" Kurt asked, maintaining their eye contact.

Blaine closed his eyes and felt Kurt's hand on his cheek. "That's when I started acting… different, I guess. I mean, I came out to my mom and dad when I was twelve and they took it horribly so it scared me away from telling anyone else… and I didn't for almost another year. But by that point it wasn't subtle different, I guess. My taste in clothes and music started to change, the movies I wanted to see, I liked to sing and dance…"

He opened his eyes and Kurt nodded, still pressed close to him.

"The kids just got a lot meaner. I was good at soccer. I was the best and I'm not even saying that to sound conceited, I really was. If I had been straight and normal, I would have been the kid that everyone wanted to talk to and be around… But I was different, and they treated me poorly. And then my friend at the time… he was my best friend… I tried to come out to him, and he's the one that… that turned it from taunting to bullying."

"You came out to your best friend and he got people to bully you?" Kurt gasped, pulling back to look at Blaine. His eyes were wide and he almost looked like he wanted to cry.

Truthfully, Blaine felt like crying himself. He hadn't even gone so in depth with Wes and David and they were his best friends. He wasn't sure what made him more apt to open up to Kurt now, but he figured maybe it was the next step they'd taken. They now lived together, that was a whole new level of commitment, and it seemed to have brought a whole new level of trust. He nodded slowly.

"And this was in middle school? People were physically bullying you even before high school?" Kurt asked, touching his face again. "Blaine…"

"Yeah. Eighth grade." Blaine responded, tilting his face into Kurt's hand.

"When did you transfer to Dalton?" the younger boy whispered.

Blaine sighed a bit and scooted Kurt off of his lap, and then almost wrapped his arms around himself uncomfortably. "Well, the bullying started right after I turned thirteen, in middle school. And it just kept getting progressively worse. I had to go to the office every day and talk to the principal and they just… didn't even care. They didn't do anything. In high school, though, it got twice as bad. The kids were bigger and meaner… and stronger. The Sadie Hawkins dance I told you about where they beat us up… that was in October of my freshman year. October ninth. That was when it finally… that's when it got…"

He just trailed off, not knowing what to say. He didn't even know if he could speak, though, because the lump in his throat was getting rather large. It grew with almost every word he spoke.

"Oh, Blaine…" Kurt whispered again, stroking his cheek.

Blaine looked up at the ceiling. "I ended up in the hospital after that. They made me stay for two or three days and everything because I had a concussion, my wrist my sprained, and I was just… I had bruises everywhere and I was so sore."

He felt Kurt's fingers running through his hand and it made him feel a little better, but not too much better. He wanted to stop talking but at the same time he just wanted to get it all out because he had never really talked about it. At least, not like this. Not with so much detail. It was usually 'Yeah, I got taunted.' While his friends knew it had been bad, he'd never discussed it so in depth with them. They wouldn't have understood anyway.

"The dance was on a Friday. I left the hospital Monday… and Dad made me go back to school on Wednesday."

Kurt's hand immediately dropped and his eyes grew dark. "What?"

Blaine's chest felt tight as he spoke, but it was like he couldn't stop. "He said that if I wasn't g-gay that it wouldn't have ha-happened. That if I didn't act gay, it wouldn't have happened. He said I had no right to be upset because I… He said that I deserved it. And he sent me back there and I still had bruises a-all over me and the stupid bullies would just knock me into walls and I had bruises on top of bruises on top of bruises. Not to mention by this point I had already been to the camp twice. It… It broke me. That's when I first started getting d-depressed and, and…"

Kurt's arms wrapped around him, pulling him close.

"And that's when my g-grandmother said sh-she'd pay for Dalton. I-I'd already been in the counseling a-and it wasn't working. B-But it was never about me b-being upset, Kurt. They were… They just… She didn't want it to get out that her gay grandson was getting bullied! And I was depressed and it was freaking election time! It was election time and s-she only offered to send me because she didn't want it getting out! It makes me so angry!"

"Shh, shh." Kurt rocked him a bit. "It's okay. You don't have to talk about it."

He couldn't stop though. Not when he was already so far in. "She asked if I wanted to go a-and I said yes. And I'm still so mad at myself, Kurt. I'm mad that she manipulated me into going and I'm mad that I went. I let them run me out of school, Kurt. And I let my family run me out of my home. But I said yes and I started after Christmas. T-That's when I transferred to Dalton. After Christmas of my freshman year."

He buried his face in Kurt's chest, shoulders beginning to shake.

"Shh, baby… shh…" Kurt whispered, kissing the top of his head. "It's okay, Blaine… I-I'm glad you went to Dalton… If you hadn't, you might not have met me… and you were safe there, honey."

"I a-always run away from stuff, Kurt. I always run." He cried. "Why do I always run?"

Kurt didn't answer, but Blaine didn't expect him to. Because Kurt had done the exact opposite. Kurt had stood up to his bullies more than once. Hell, he had stood up to the man that almost murdered him. Kurt couldn't understand how much self-hatred Blaine sometimes felt for the sheer fact that he never stood up against his bullies and would never get to. No. Instead he had let his parents ship him off to a boarding school several hours away for 9 months out of the year. Instead he had let his bullies, and his old best friend, run him out of his school. Kurt could never understand what it meant to be weak like that, because Kurt wasn't weak.

Kurt was strong, and Blaine was not. He was sitting here, in the middle of his new bedroom, sobbing into his younger boyfriend's chest. It was almost embarrassing. How had they even ended up on such serious subjects? How did Blaine let himself talk so much about what had happened? He just didn't do that and this was the exact reason why. He just couldn't handle it emotionally.

"I just… I don't want to think about it. I-I'm so over this." Blaine sniffled as he sat up, wiping his puffy eyes. He looked down, determined to not look Kurt in the eyes.

"Hey, babe… look at me." Kurt whispered.

"No."

Kurt put his hand under Blaine's chin and tilted his head up until Blaine was looking into beautiful blue eyes. "You can't do this to yourself. It isn't healthy, Blaine... you can't keep stuff like this bottled up inside… and you can't let this eat you up from the inside either, honey. What's in the past is done. You can't change it. You did nothing wrong, Blaine. You were being bullied… and you removed yourself from the situation. And, like I said, if you hadn't, you might not have ever met me. What kind of boring life would that be?" The younger boy attempted a small impish smile, but it was still etched with sadness.

Blaine let out a quiet laugh, leaning against his younger boyfriend. He felt himself slowly becoming more cheerful though, and he found that he almost felt better having gotten that out. He hadn't even known he needed to talk about it, but there it was, out in the open, and now he felt better. "I'd have met you eventually… because we're meant to be together."

Kurt smiled a bit and kissed the top of his head again, looking relieved at the sound of his laugh.

"I know you don't… believe in fate and stuff." He bit his lip, feeling a bit silly. "And I don't know if I do either but… if I do have a soul mate, well, it's you. It would just have to be."

Kurt's smile grew. "I don't know how I feel about the whole soul mate thing."

"I don't even know if I do, but… sometimes… sometimes I wonder. Think about it. I know we would have met because of… of everything. We would have eventually met. I go to UK and your grandparents met at UK. Your dad plays for the Buckeyes and I'm totally obsessed —in a non-creepy way. We both love to sing and dance. If nothing, we would have seen each other at Sectionals last year. We would have stumbled into each other in the hallway o-or both grabbed the same door handle or something. And if not that, I'm sure Wes would have found some way to introduce me to the gay boy from the rival school, if only so I could get dirt on you all. Not that I'd have ever consented, but he'd have tried. And if we happened to not meet at Sectionals… well, I would have noticed you at least. And I would have kept thinking about you and thinking about you. Maybe I would have gotten up the courage to talk to you at Regionals… and, honestly, I cannot believe that we didn't run into each other at some show or musical. We've both seen tons of the same shows live… isn't it exciting to think that we probably sat in a room together at least five times before we even met? What if we had even sat right next to each other?"

Now he really felt silly, but it really was something he had thought about in the past. Maybe he had too much free time on his hands, but he knew for a fact that he would never be able to be with anyone apart from Kurt Hummel.

"I love you, Blaine." Kurt whispered, bending down to kiss him on the lips.

"I love you too, Kurt." Blaine whispered back, smiling a bit sadly.

"I think we should take a break. I kind of want to snuggle and take a nap. We've got all night and all day tomorrow to get this unpacking done."

"Alright, that sounds nice to me." The older boy stood and wiped his still-puffy eyes again. He spoke in a soft whisper. "Kurt… I'm sorry your mom died and you had to go through all of that."

"I'm sorry too… and I'm sorry you had such an awful time, honey…" Kurt stood and made his way to their new bed, laying on it and opening his arms.

"After we nap, we'll have a good rest of the day." Blaine said confidently, easing onto the bed and into Kurt's arms. "And maybe we can get the unpacking done tonight so tomorrow can just be nice and relaxing."

"Mmh, I can live with that." Kurt said, pulling him even closer and kissing him gently. They lay together silently, half asleep, for several minutes until Kurt spoke. "Hey, Blaine?"

"Yeah?" Blaine asked, sounding a bit sleepy.

"Don't feel bad about yourself." Kurt whispered in his ear. "I wouldn't change one thing about you, okay? So you shouldn't want to either."

Blaine pulled back to smile at him. "Thank you, Kurt."

"You're welcome." Kurt gave him a sleepy smile and fell asleep, arms still loosely draped around him. Blaine re-situated himself, laid his head on Kurt's chest, and fell asleep too.

…

"So," Blaine said cheerfully several hours later. The boys had unpacked the kitchen entirely and were now unpacking the living room things. Luckily they did not have a whole lot of stuff for the living room, so it wasn't likely to take too long. "I keep thinking about what we were talking about earlier. How I said we were meant to be… and I really do think we are."

"Oh?" Kurt asked, looking up. He was currently perfectly setting up Nolan, his turtle Blaine had given him when he was in the hospital, next to his favorite lamp.

"Yes. I can't imagine myself with anyone else." The older boy said confidently.

"Apart from Jeremiah." The younger boy snorted, returning his attention to his small turtle.

That statement took Blaine by surprise as he initially felt the need to blush furiously, until he remembered something that made him realize that no matter how many times Kurt brought up the Gap Attack, that there would always be one story to one-up it. The particular story involved sixteen year old 'impressionable' Kurt Hummel and his crush on the seventeen year old football 'star' Finn Hudson. Who just so happened to now be his brother. Nothing would top that.

"Finn." Blaine coughed loudly. "Finn, Finn."

Kurt looked back up, almost looking wounded. "Hey! You swore to never bring that up again, Blaine!"

"I'm already living in sin, what harm could a few more sins possibly do?" he smirked, making his way across the living room. He came to a stop at Kurt, and then leaned forward slightly to kiss him eagerly.

"I like living in sin." Kurt responded, leaning back until he was on the lying floor and pulling Blaine down next to him.

Blaine definitely had no complaints. He tangled their legs together, pulling him close and kissing down Kurt's neck. "Oh yeah? Sweet and compassionate Kurt likes living in sin?"

"I don't know how sweet and compassionate I am lately." He gasped out, arching towards Blaine's body. "Blaine, what are you doing?"

"Unbuttoning this shirt. Why do all of your shirts have buttons?" Blaine mumbled into his lips, still smirking, and his hands moved down Kurt's chest. "And you say I'm sensitive to touch."

"You're the one who s-said we have to unpack and—ooh." He trailed off, falling silent and shuddering slightly. "That feels so good."

"Kurt, you seem to have a problem."

"Don't worry, Wes. Blaine will too soon with all that hip grinding."

Both boys' heads snapped up and Kurt shrieked, pulling his shirt together and knocking Blaine off of him. Within seconds he was blushing and hiding his face.

Shit, Blaine thought. He knew there was something he was forgetting amidst their busy and emotion-filled day, something he was supposed to be doing… Of course. Wes and David were coming to help them unpack that night. Only because Wes really just wanted to see their new flat screen TV, (they were going to use Kurt's old one from his bedroom, but Blaine had pouted a lot until he got his way—the pout worked on Kurt every time) but that was beside the point. They had planned to unpack into the night, watch TV, laugh about old Warbler stories, and possibly eat Japanese food—because, face it, there is no food better for four young men to eat than that of the Japanese kind. At least this is what David preached.

"Didn't forget we were coming, did you, boys?" Wes grinned.

"I dare say they did, Wesley." David also grinned as Blaine just stared, too stunned to even speak.

Shit, shit, shit.

This is so not fair.

So. Not. Fair.

"I just want you to know that this time, Blaine, it is entirely your fault." Kurt said, frowning as he began to button up his red shirt. Blaine tried to focus on his words and not all of the skin being covered that he was no longer kissing but it was very hard, especially with Kurt so close. "Not Carole's, not Finn's, not Kreacher's. Your fault!"

"Damn, Kurt!" Wes exclaimed, sprawling himself out on the floor. "For such a skinny and little thing, you sure have some nice abs! Doesn't he, David?"

"I'm just as shocked by it as you are." David agreed, joining him.

Finally, Blaine found the willpower to both not pout and speak at the same time. "Damn it, guys! I was totally about to—."

"Get it?" Wes offered.

"Have manly man-sex?" David asked.

"Oh, he wasn't getting anything more than a blow job." Kurt scoffed as he straightened his shirt. "But it was more than he's going to get now."

"Sorry, boys." Wes sang and then he turned to Blaine. "Since we came in the back door, I tried to get your coffee maker to work but I couldn't figure it out."

"Exactly how long have you all been here?" Kurt asked, cheeks going red.

"Just short of fifteen minutes." David said after looking at his watch.

"Long enough to hear," Wes put on a dreamy sounding voice, "'We're meant to be.'"

David shook his head eagerly and snickered. "My favorite part was innocent little Kurt's 'I like living in sin.'

"You two are right out of a cheap gay porno." Wes added, resuming his normal voice and grinning again at his friends.

"Watch a lot of those, Wes?" Blaine quipped darkly, crossing his arms over his chest. He really needed to look into finding new friends. If they'd been creeping in the kitchen that long and knew it was about to get good between the two boyfriends, couldn't they have at least let Blaine get his blow job and then burst in? I mean, how often did Blaine and Wes complain about the extreme lack of sex in their sex lives? Often. And yeah, maybe David was still with his girlfriend who was more of a, for lack of better word, fuck-buddy… but at least Wes should have sympathized with Blaine and held off for another ten minutes.

"Actually, I did watch one the other day. I was just wondering how it worked, you know, and I kept trying to picture you and Kurt—."

"What?" Kurt yelped, blue eyes widening in horror. He blushed again instantly.

"Well I figured it must be interesting if Blaine thinks about it so much." Wes shrugged, as if it was completely normal for a straight male to think about his two gay friends having sex and then to watch gay porn to see what it would have been like. "You say that like it's weird."

"That is a little strange, friend." David said, patting Wes' head.

"Oh my god. This is my life." Blaine moaned, shaking his head. "This is totally my life. The first time I'm about to have sex, real sex, in weeks, and you two come and ruin it."

"What kind of sex were you getting?" Kurt scoffed.

"Yes, I'd like to know that as well." Wes said cheerfully. "Ah! I see!" He nodded knowingly when David gestured with his hand. "I didn't know gay boys did that too. I assumed it wouldn't be enough to get them off. I figured they had to—"

"It's time to try defying gravity!" Kurt sang, covering his ears. "Kiss me goodbye I'm defying gravity. I think I'll try defying gravity! And you won't bring me down!"

"Told you." Blaine said, giving his friends a knowing look. "He can't even watch a porno without having an anxiety attack. If you mention sex, he sings."

"I would have a lot of fun with that if I were you." David chirped. "All you have to do is mention sex?"

Blaine just shrugged. "Well, it seems to get more of a reaction if it's straight sex."

Kurt narrowed his eyes at Blaine. "I can't believe you forgot they were coming tonight. This is so embarrassing."

"Oh, Kurt, lighten up. We're all friends here." Wes cut in before Blaine could even respond. "What's a friendship if you don't get to walk in on each other about to do the dirty once or twice? Just ask Blaine how many times he's walked in on me doing the dirty."

"Four. At Dalton." Blaine shuddered, remembering each instance in which he innocently walked into the dorm he shared with Wes and walked right back out, hazel eyes wide and scarred for life. He'd never been so happy to room with David in his life when the next fall came. "And, for the record, Kurt, you would have probably died on the spot."

"How did you manage to sneak a girl into Dalton?" Kurt said, looking between the three boys.

"Girls, my friend. Plural. As in there were many. And I have my ways. I always have my ways." Wes said cryptically.

"What he means is that he used the back entrance to sneak them in between RA switch offs." David supplied. "And by many, he means two."

Blaine snorted loudly, but the smile quickly left his face when Kurt gave him a look.

"Better put him in his place, Kurt." Wes grinned. "He's got you whipped, Blaine."

"I am not whipped." Blaine scoffed.

"Someone has to put him in his place, having you two as best friends. It's a miracle he's as sane and well-behaved as he is." Kurt said to Wes, and then looked back to his boyfriend. "Again, I say, you have no one to blame but yourself for the lack of sex you get today. You three can continue your awkward talk about sex with multiples or multiple times if you'd like but we really do have work to do. It's Sunday night, meaning we've got a little over 24 hours to get as much unpacking done as possible and Mr. Anderson here wants it all done tonight. So, I will be doing something productive while you three act like little high school boys."

With that, Kurt strolled out of the living room.

Clearly the speech was meant to rouse the boys out of the room to actually assist with the unpacking, but it did not have that type of effect at all—and Kurt would later learn that his speeches on the three would never have the desired effect, but that was something else entirely. Instead, Wes simply began humming, David looked around the room, and Blaine threw himself onto the couch miserably.

"The boy who graduated high school five days ago just told us we were acting like immature high school boys." David suddenly said, getting a rather amused look on his face. "Kurt is kind of adorable, you know?"

Blaine held up a finger, waiting for a door to close, and then immediately groaned as soon as he knew Kurt was out of earshot. "Guys, that is totally not cool! It's been weeks and you all barged in and ruined it!"

David hopped up, grinning and ruffling Blaine's hair. "Well you're the one who asked us to help you come and unpack, Anderson!"

Blaine scowled, turning his attention to David, and pointing an accusatory finger at him. "You! You are evil! You interrupted us instead of waiting because I grabbed your ass in February, didn't you?"

"I will confirm nor deny anything." David said as Wes nodded his head up and down energetically.