They can't get away with showering together every time, of course. Maybe they could with just Finn in the house, because he spends most of his time playing video games in his room and trying not to think about his step brother possibly having sex with another boy just down the hall. When Burt and Carole are home though, there's no way, even after Burt told them the "open door" policy doesn't apply anymore, which Kurt is still shocked by but certainly isn't complaining about. But right now his dad and step mom are home, so he left Blaine in his bedroom while he for his morning shower.

Kurt walks back into his room, wrapped in a warm bathrobe, smiling at Blaine sitting cross-legged on his bed and walking over to his closet to choose some clothes for the day.

"What is this?" Blaine asks from the bed, and he sounds less than thrilled.

Kurt turns and looks at Blaine, frowning, confused. "What is what?"

"These messages," Blaine says, holding up Kurt's phone.

Kurt stiffens. There's nothing on his phone for Blaine to be upset about, but he still doesn't like the idea of Blaine reading through all his messages. There's things in there that aren't meant for Blaine; conversations with the girls, secrets they've told him that have nothing to do with Blaine, but that Blaine still has no business knowing. But this isn't about that; there's no doubt in his mind that this is about Chandler Kiehl.

"You're going through my phone?" he asks, voice a touch higher than usual.

"That's not an answer," Blaine says simply, standing.

Kurt walks toward Blaine, tries to snatch the phone from his hand, but Blaine holds it out of Kurt's reach.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Blaine," he says coolly.

"I think you know exactly what I'm talking about," Blaine shoots back.

"No, I don't," Kurt argues, "now give me back my phone."

"Answer my question."

"You're being ridiculous!" Kurt says, exasperated, because this is ridiculous, "What is your problem?"

"My problem?" Blaine barks out a humourless laugh. "My problem is that my boyfriend is letting some guy who isn't me flirt with him and doesn't think that's a problem."

Kurt rolls his eyes. "He's not flirting with me, Blaine. It's called being friends."

"He called you babe."

"Mercedes calls me babe and you don't have a problem with that," Kurt counters, frustrated, crossing his arms across his chest.

"You know that's different, Kurt," Blaine says, giving him a knowing look.

"No, Blaine, I don't. I don't see how that's different. And I don't like you going through my phone. Give it back."

Kurt holds his hand out, waiting for Blaine to pass the phone back. Blaine hands it over, and Kurt slides the phone into the pocket of his robe without even glancing at the screen.

"We agreed I can look at your texts, Kurt," Blaine points out, tone still angry.

"Yes, if you asked, not behind my back while I'm in the shower!"

"It just kept going off! What was I supposed to do, just leave it to keep dinging the whole time?"

"Yes, that's exactly what you were supposed to do!"

Blaine sighs, runs a hand through his loose curls. "Look, this is not- I don't want to fight. I just got here last night. Don't make this a bigger deal than it is."

Kurt stares back at Blaine, wide-eyed. "Me? Blaine, I'm not-"

"I don't want to argue!" Blaine interrupts, holding a hand up.

"Then what do you want?" Kurt asks, exasperated.

"I just don't want you flirting with other guys, I don't think that's too much to ask."

"Blaine, I'm not flirting with anyone!"

"Kurt, I saw your texts. This is not- we're not fighting about this."

Blaine brushes past Kurt and makes his way to the door, and Kurt feels a pang of guilt. Blaine's right; he just got here last night, they shouldn't be fighting already. He follows behind Blaine, stopping him before he reaches the door.

"Blaine, wait, I... I'm sorry."

Blaine turns, but doesn't say anything, just looks at him expectantly.

"I... I'll talk to him. I really didn't... It doesn't mean anything. It's not anything. You know that, right?"

Blaine nods. "Thank you," he says, stepping forward and wrapping Kurt in a hug, nuzzling his face into the crook of Kurt's neck and placing a sweet kiss there. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Kurt had a talk with Chandler, and somehow managed to avoid telling him that Blaine had been reading through their texts; he passed it off as Blaine getting a glimpse at some messages by chance over his shoulder, and Chandler had no reason to question it. The other boy was, of course, incredibly apologetic, and swore he would try to tone things down; he'd also insisted that Kurt tell him if he said anything that made him uncomfortable, and Kurt had agreed.

Blaine is gone back to New York now, and Kurt is hanging out in his room waiting for Blaine's call. It's Friday, and Blaine has been busy since he got back, so they haven't had a chance to talk beyond a few quick texts. He's really looking forward to talking to his boyfriend; they'd left on sort of an awkward not, Kurt still hadn't had a chance to talk to Chandler, and things just feel... off. He's hoping that he can tell Blaine about that conversation tonight, and maybe things will go back to normal.

Gotta cancel tonight. Going out with Sebastian. Sorry.

Kurt sighs as he reads the message on his phone. Cancelled calls are becoming more and more frequent. Blaine's busy, of course he's busy, and Kurt really doesn't mind the occasional cancelled call. But they haven't talked all week, and it's happening more and more often lately, and the reasons are less often that he's busy with school, and more often that he has plans with his new friends. Or, rather, friend.

Kurt is happy for Blaine. Really, he is. He's glad Blaine is making friends, and is getting out in the city and doing things. And he's trying hard not to be a hypocrite – he knows he's cancelled on Blaine for plans with his friends before – but it's hard. And it's always Sebastian. Never Wes, or that girl Amanda he mentions sometimes. Always Sebastian. And Kurt thinks that bothers him a lot more than it should.

No problem. Talk tomorrow.

He taps out his response quickly and hits send.

Love you.

Love you too.

He stares down at his phone for a few minutes. He didn't have any other plans tonight, just relaxing and talking to Blaine. But he doesn't really feel like sitting alone in his room all evening. It's Friday night, if he can't talk to his boyfriend he wants to do something. He scrolls through his messages, settling on Chandler's contact, and types out a message.

Hey, are you busy tonight?

The response is nearly instantaneous.

Nope! Why?

Blaine cancelled on me. Want to do something?

I'm watching Project Runway reruns if you want to come over!

Well, that certainly sounds a hell of a lot better than the alternative.

Be there in half an hour.

Forty-five minutes later, Kurt is sitting on Chandler's couch, a bowl of popcorn between them, as models in clothes made from paper strut down the runway.

"I can't believe they made those out of paper," Chandler says, voice full of awe.

"It's pretty impressive," Kurt agrees.

They sit quietly, watching the fashion show finish, before Kurt speaks again.

"Do you think he's getting tired of me?"

Chandler turns to look at Kurt, confusion on his face. "Who?"

"Blaine."

Chandler's eyes go wide at that. "What? No! Of course not! Why would you say that?"

"I don't know, I just... he's always so busy with other people, sometimes it feels like maybe he just doesn't want to talk to me."

"I'm sure that's not it," Chandler says sincerely, placing a hand on Kurt's arm comfortingly. "It's just New York, of course he's busy."

Kurt sighs. "I know, I guess it's just that I... didn't really expect it to be this often. I don't know."

"Have you talked to him about it?"

"No, I don't want to be too needy."

"Maybe you should," Chandler says with a slight frown. "I'm sure he wouldn't do it as often if he knew it upset you this much."

"It's fine," Kurt says, trying to brush it off, "I don't want him to think that I don't want him out spending time with his friends, I do, I just... I don't know."

"You should tell him that," Chandler repeats quietly.

"I think I just miss him. He'll be home for Christmas soon, I'm sure it will be better after that."