A/N How many ways can I love themuse19 for giving me the nod on my story? To those of you who follow her and took her rec and ran with it...I thank you :) I love hearing from you! And if you aren't already reading her Model Behavior, go DO IT!

Thanks to OnoraMellark for her suggestions on this chapter...you rock, lady!

I own nothing, blah blah blah...same ol' thing. Ryan owns it all...sadly. And a belated Happy Birthday to Mr. Sex on a Stick and Sings Like a Dream yesterday. Oh how I'd love to pop out of THAT cake...but I digress! Read on :)

CHAPTER 16

2:07 p from Jeff: You busy?

2:08 p from Blaine: Hey man, what's up? You've been quiet lately.

2:10 p from Jeff: Busy….really busy. Sooooo…

2:11 p from Blaine: Soooooo? Something's up. Don't tell me you can't come this weekend?!

2:12 p from Jeff: No! We'll be there! I can't wait. But I was wondering…

2:14 p from Blaine: Dude, spit it out. What's going on? Everything ok?

2:15 p from Jeff: Fine

2:15 p from Blaine: You need to call me, or I'm calling you. Something isn't right. Are you ok, Jeff?

2:16 p from Jeff: NO! Don't call. I'm fine, great actually. I can't…say…these things to you outloud…and I thought texting would be easier.

2:18 p from Blaine: I don't mind telling you that I'm really weirded out right now wondering wth is up!

2:20 p from Jeff: So you sent me something…last weekend?

2:22 p from Blaine: I did? No I didn't? Did I?

2:23 p from Jeff: OMG, you're so obtuse! A phone number?!

2:25 p from Blaine: OH! Yes, I did. Are you going to call him? J

2:26 p from Jeff: I did. He did. We talked. For a REALLY long time.

2:27 p from Blaine: Define "really long time" because they mean two different things to my Great Aunt Harriet and my friends from high school.

2:29 p from Jeff: Umm…

2:30 p from Blaine: For the love of God, man, spit it out!

2:31 p from Jeff: Um, well, we've spoken quite a few times by text…..He texted me last night and we did that for awhile again…..about an hour or two…maybe three. We decided it would be nicer to talk in "person" on the phone instead of texting, so I called him around 1 am….last night, this morning, whatever.

2:34 p from Blaine: And, how long did you talk?

2:35 p from Jeff: Wejusthungup

2:36 p from Blaine: WHAT? Are you saying you guys talked on the phone for over 13 hours?! Are you CRAZY?

2:39 p from Jeff: Oh hell yeah I am. Blaine. OMG.

2:40 p from Blaine: OMG is right. I'd hate to pay YOUR cell phone bill!

2:41 p from Jeff: No….omg….Blaine. I can't breathe now. I hung up and I can't-

2:42 p from Blaine: Jeffie? Are you ok? Did he say something mean to you?

2:44 p from Jeff: Blaine. He's it.

2:45 p from Blaine: He's what? You're playing tag now?

2:45 p from Blaine: OMG. Wait….WHAT? WHHAAATTT? JEFFIE!

2:46 p from Blaine: Pick up the phone NOW.

"Hi" Jeff said, and Blaine could tell he had that cheesy smile on his face.

"Jeffie -?" Blaine said in his 'I'm talking to a 3 year old' voice.

"Blaine, he's it. He's…..he's just….so much - " and Jeff broke into sobs, and still half laughing. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I'm a blubbering mess, but I'm SO tired and so uptight and strung out and ohmygodBlaine! He's the one. There is no question at all in my mind. He's the one. " Blaine could still hear him sniffling, yet laughing at the same time.

"Oh, Jeffie…..I'm so glad. I'm just speechless. I don't know what to say except that I'm SO happy for you. So happy! " Jeff, still half sobbing, laughed at him.

"I know you are, and I can hear you smiling through the fact that you're trying not to cry on me!"

"Screw it, I'm gonna sob like a baby if I want to! Jeffie…..what made you - -I mean, how did you know? Did you tell him this? I don't wanna be a downer and say 'geee, you know it's only been a week or so, right?' but I feel obligated to do so, as your best friend and all that."

"Blaine, I don't know….I just….never in all my life have I come across someone so open, so intense, so kind. He's just…he's everything. I've known him for all of 10 days but we've texted or talked every one of those 10 days, sometimes for hours on end and..….I just feel like I know so much about him and I…..God, Blaine, maybe I'm stupid or something, but I think I could fall head over heels in love with him. In fact, I'm fairly sure I already am, Blaine. He's perfect….absolutely just perfect."

With this, his sniffling started anew and Blaine couldn't help but shed a few tears along with him, so happy for his friend that he couldn't find words to say. They just sat there in silence for a few minutes, sniffling and snickering at themselves. Blaine could tell Jeff was self- conscious about having poured out his feelings as he'd done, but it felt great to know that his friend would come to him, trust him enough, to word vomit on him. It was just another link in their bond.

"I hope I'm not being overly enthusiastic, but Blaine, I think he feels the same way. I've never, ever connected with someone so immediately as I do with Nick. Ever. He's…..wow. I'm at a loss for words. I've used up all the words I'm allotted for the day during that 13 hours with Nick!" Jeff laughed.

"Soooooo, this weekend then, right?"

"Yeah, but he has to work Friday and Saturday, right, so he wouldn't be there at the party anyway, so I didn't…um….tell him yet. I will! I just feel weird….I know you and I have been planning this for awhile…and I'm there to spend time with you….I don't want him to feel like I'm just showing up in his face, ya know? I don't want him to feel any pressure at all. We haven't talked a whole lot about meeting in person or anything and I-"

"Jeff…breathe!" Blaine laughed.

"As for him being in town or at the party this weekend, no, I forgot, he won't be around. I thought he was gonna be here, but he's going out of town." Blaine said. "His little sister has some sort of function, a big gymnastics competition or something, and he promised her he'd come home for it. Wait, you didn't tell him you were coming up here?! Aw, Jeff, he's gonna be pissed if you're here and he's not!"

"No, I…..I kinda wanted to talk to him about things first – you know, important things, 'I might be head over heels in love with you but I'm not going to say that because I'm terrified it's too soon' things. Don't tell him now, ok! Especially if he's not going to be in town at all while I'm there. If the situation were reversed I'd wanna cancel and I don't want him to do that to his little sister. We'll make it work somehow. Just….don't tell him, ok? If it's meant to happen, it will. Maybe another night he'll be in town?"

"He knows some friends are coming to visit. I'm sure he has to realize I would have invited YOU of all people! Let's just hope he can make everyone happy this weekend. Right?"

"Right. Let it play out on it's own, and we'll see what happens. If he's meant to be there when I'm there, then it will happen, right?"

"13 hours. You are a nutjob!" Blaine laughed. "Am I allowed to know? I mean, can I mention it to him?"

"Yeah, just don't harass him! I don't want him to think I ran straight to you and told you everything we talked about or anything." Jeff warned, laughing, "but you know I will eventually anyway, right?" he snickered. "I don't think there's anything about me that he doesn't know. Who knew you could cram everything about yourself from birth to present day into a 13 hour conversation and a few hours of texting?"

"There will be more to talk about, Jeff. He can't possibly know everything there is to know about you…I mean, I'm sure you didn't tell him about all the embarrassing things, right?"

"Well, some….I mean, really, we talked about EVERYthing…..nothing held back, just open conversation, totally honest. We laughed about it, because we came up with a 'skip it' word, you know. If he were to ask something I didn't want to answer, I'd say 'jello', but only one 'jello' was uttered in the whole 13 hours! It was, seriously, one of the best conversations of my life, if not THE best, and I know that's completely cheesy, but….Blaaaaaaaine! OH MY GOD…. I just…..wow."

"Ok, but you know you have to tell me what he asked you that you 'jello-d', right?" Blaine asked, totally curious, and almost giggling.

"Nope, it wasn't me. It was him. I asked him about school, and he has two bachelors degrees and he also knows a billion things about real estate, but he 'jello-d' my 'so if you have all that going on, why are you playing guitar in a bar at night?" Jeff explained.

"He wouldn't elaborate at all?"

"Nope, 'jello'd' it right off the bat, and since it was the only thing he was hesitant to answer, I didn't push it or come back to the subject. Who knows, maybe he's embarrassed about not having a job in his field or something. Bottom line is, I couldn't care less if he has a hot dog cart or hangs with Bill Gates. He's perfect." Jeff was now blushing to the roots of his platinum blonde hair, and he was glad Blaine couldn't see him. Even just talking about Nick made his heart race.

Blaine could tell though. When you're friends with someone for that long, you know every little hitch and nuance in their conversation voice. His friend was in love, and it was so painfully obvious that he actually thought it might be a good thing that the two wouldn't meet in person this weekend. It would be glaringly obvious to anyone Jeff talked to about Nick that he was in deep. He needed to talk to Nick and see how he felt, and soon.

"Well, now you have to meet him face to face," Blaine said, "then he'll surely find out some new things about you…..like the things only your old roommate and closest friend knows….the embarrassing stuff I can share with him, right? I mean, dude, we lived together for four years…shared a bathroom, and slept in the same room. There has to be something I can rock his world with, right?" Blaine teased. "Shit, I've been IN the room when you've been with a guy….ok, not proud of that, but it happened. You should check my bed more thoroughly next time."

"Blaine! Don't you dare embarrass me any more than you already have!" Jeff laughed.

"I shouldn't tell him how you completely freak out over cheap toilet paper? Or how you lose consciousness momentarily every time the Neon Trees come on the radio? Does he know about Rudy? Did you tell him about Mr. Wyatt confiscating your laptop at Dalton because of the porn rumor? Oh! Hahahaa…or how about how you make those totally sexy, cute little noises when you...um…..er…yeah." Blaine blushed.

"Healreadyknowsthat…" Jeff mumbled.

"You TOLD HIM THAT? How, exactly, would that come up in conversation, Jeff, hmmmmmm?" Blaine laughed outloud.

"Not um….not exactly told him...in conversation or anything but….um…" Jeff stammered.

Blaine squawked. "You guys have never met in person, how would he already know that if you didn't come right out and tell-? OMG you DID NOT….Jeffrey? Phone sex?"

"Itwasalongconversation….and it got rather….intense?" Jeff mumbled again.

"Holy hell, Jeffie, how am I supposed to look Nick in the eye at work knowing that you two…that you guys…..that you were…o.m.g!" Blaine teased. There was a beat of silence, and he heard Jeff clear his throat and he knew Jeff was totally blushing.

"Soooooo, guess what I did to my hair?" Jeff said, trying to smoothly change the subject.

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Blaine sat at his keyboard, fiddling with lyrics to one of the songs he was writing, or trying to write, as the case may be. He was a little spaced out right now, thinking of his two friends and their new relationship. He was truly happy for Jeff. Jeff had been in some seriously shitty relationships, mostly because he was so damn nice, and just wouldn't stand up for himself when he needed to. He was always making excuses for someone – "oh, he just had a bad day at work…" or "the Buckeyes lost last night, he's on edge…" It was always something, and it was time for Jeff to find someone that would treat him well and cherish him for the amazing person that he was. He didn't know very many people in this world with a heart as big as Jeff's. There was a reason he was Blaine's best friend for 10 years now.

He wasn't able to focus on his writing, really, though, because he was thinking of seeing Nick tonight and wondering how he was going to go about subtly grilling him to see if he felt the same way about Jeff as Jeff obviously did about Nick. This was going to be tricky. If things worked out between the two, it would be great! Two friends in a happy, healthy relationship would be awesome! Then again, if things didn't work out, he'd still have to work with Nick and Jeff would be unhappy. Not awesome.

As he sat there scribbling notes he caught a flash of someone in the other apartment out his window. He could see a drafting table there in the corner by the window, a small stand with a CD player and what looked like an Ipod dock, a portfolio leaned against the wall and a …..was that a cat? Was it alive? As the body approached the window, the cat jumped down and disappeared from sight. Yep, it's alive!

The blinds had been pulled halfway down, so all he could see was a body from the neck down, and oh my God, it was undressing quickly, right in the middle of the room. Clearly, a man was removing his shoes and taking his black dress pants off, and another man was kneeling in front of him, mostly hidden by the drafting table. Kneeling? Wait…..what?

Blaine jumped back from the keyboard and moved away from the window. Hmmm…well, then… he snickered. He stayed where he was for a minute, then decided it wasn't his fault they had no shame! When he glanced back, the blinds had been pulled completely down. I stand corrected, I guess…What the hell? he almost grinned. He went back to sitting at his keyboard, and tapping his pencil, trying to find the right line for the refrain.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but the next time he glanced out the window he realized the shades were back up and there were no people in sight. That was the first time he'd actually seen someone in that apartment, and they'd lived there almost a week. He never saw them coming or going; never heard the door open or close. It was weird.

He made himself some lunch, a turkey sandwich with some chips and a Coke, and went back into his music room. Thinking a change of pace might help, he grabbed his guitar and tried the notes on it instead of the keyboard. Suddenly, there were people in the other apartment again, and they were once again headless because of the blinds.

This was clearly not the same man as before, though. This man was taller, probably 6 foot 3 or so, and very slightly heavier than the last guy. His skin tone was darker. And he was undressing as the shades went down again. This guy was beautifully built, stomach like a washboard, and Blaine nearly gasped as his shirt slid down his arms, drifting softly to the floor. His fingers worked their way to the button on his pants and suddenly the shades were moving down again, of their own accord. He couldn't see anyone there adjusting them, but he was seriously not happy that the view was gone. "Ok, seriously?" Blaine thought.

He got up and moved into the living room, finishing his lunch at the desk near his front door that held his mail and his keys. He listened for the door of the other apartment to open. When he heard voices, he hurried over and looked out his peep hole. He was unable to see the door of apartment 3, but he could see a man, with the same skin tone and build as the man in the window, walk a few steps down the hall and then descend the steps quickly, casting a glance over his shoulder and winking at whoever was at the door of the apartment. "Anytime, and thanks for fitting me in! I look forward to seeing what you've got next time we meet, Kurt!" he yelled back over his shoulder.

What the…seeing what you've got? Next time? Is this for real? Shaking his head and laughing slightly, Blaine started to move away from the door when he heard the first floor door bang open again. He moved back to the peephole and sure enough, another person, a woman this time, was skipping up the steps and knocking on apartment 3's door. "Hi, are you Kurt? Yes, I'm Sandra. David sent me. He says you're amazing!" she giggled, entering the apartment, but what caught his attention was the fact that she was practically undressing as she entered the apartment. "I'm short on time, but I wanted to see you today so badly. I'm so excited by all of this and I know you have to be as well!" she said enthusiastically.

By now Blaine's eyes were as big as saucers. Just WHAT kind of person was living next door? That's three people in an hour. He shook his head and ambled back into his music room, but was wholly unable to concentrate at all on music now. He grabbed his laptop and logged onto his facebook account:

What's on your mind? I've moved into a whore house. Seriously. WTH?

Cooper Anderson and Jeffrey Sterling like this.

Jeffrey S. Sterling: Bwahahaha, ok, what?!

Cooper Anderson: Agreed, we need details. The guy across the hall having sex on the stairs again?

Trent Nixon: Now I REALLY can't wait to visit!

Finn Hudson: Sex on the….what? Where are you? OH! That dude…

Nicholas Duval: Is he at it again? Or is it something else? Did you run out of tissues, Blaine? Spill it! (no pun intended! Haha!)

Blaine Anderson: It just keeps getting weirder and weirder around here! OH MY GOD, NICK, NEVER SPEAK OF IT, REMEMBER?

Wesley Montgomery: Details now! (And photos if possible!) and I didn't know you moved?!

Trent Nixon: Wes, you're a sicko! Hahahahaha

Jeffrey S. Sterling: hahahaha, Nicholas Duval…Nicholas…hehe 3

Nicholas Duval: Shut it, Sterling! ;) It won't be so funny when you're screaming and moaning it!

Blaine Anderson: Awwwww, your first argument!

Trent Nixon: Bwahahahaha, Jeff just grabbed his chest and fell off the sofa. His eyes are big as plates and he's bright red. Bwahahahahahahah

Finn Hudson: Wait, what? Nick, who's this Jeffrey guy? I want details tonight! J

Wesley Montgomery: Still no photos…..

Jeffrey S. Sterling: WES! Ewwwww! And shut the hell up, Trent!

Cooper Anderson: GET SOME, JEFFIE!

Blaine Anderson: Oh I think Jeffie is well on his way….

Jeffrey S. Sterling: BLAINE! Omg…..somebody kill me…

And so it went, with everyone questioning it, so he had to explain himself, finally.

Blaine Anderson: The guy across the hall in apartment 1 has serious frottage on the stairs in broad daylight, and the new guy in apartment 3 has, what appears to be 'customers' showing up at regular intervals where he immediately draws the blinds, they disrobe and he hits his knees in front of them…..not necessarily in that order. Pretty crazy stuff.

Cooper Anderson: I've reconsidered. I want the spare bedroom. I'll be over with my stuff tonight! Hahahahaha It's much more entertaining there!

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"Twenty six, Rachel! Twenty six 'models' he sent over! He said 'a few!' A FEW is not twenty six!"

"Kurt, we know the number of people isn't the issue here. Are you ok? How did you do?"

"I…yeah. It was very strange. I did ok though. I mean, after the first 10 or so I was kind of numb. There's not much call for them to touch me, but having to measure every inch of people is a …..well, it's pretty intimate at points, and being on my knees to get the proper inseam measurements with complete strangers….well, it was a bit unnerving. All of it was, if I'm being honest." Kurt said, a little breathless.

"But you're ok? Do you want company? I can come over with ice cream? I wish I'd thought about it this afternoon; I wish I'd stayed with you this afternoon for moral support."

"No, I have to learn to do this. If this thing with David is going to work out, I have to be ON my game, every day, all the time, and I can not freak out over touching people or people touching me. I don't want to have to explain any of that to David. I really don't!"

"You shouldn't have to, Kurt. You'll get past this and it'll become second nature, right?" she said hopefully.

"God, I hope so Rachel…..I really hope so. But I made it through the whole ordeal without a panic episode, so I'm…I'm hopeful. I really am."

"You're going to do great, Kurt. I know you are! You and David are going to rock the fashion world!"

"Oh, and tomorrow David is coming over. He wants me to make a suite for HIM. For HIM, Rach!"

"Make it? Or design it?"

"Make, as in design, measure, cut, sew, fit, tailor, etc….all of it, by me, for him!"

"Aaaggghhhh!" she screeched into the phone, sharing in his enthusiasm.

"I know, right?!" Kurt beamed.