A/N: Hmm...I'm starting to think I'm incapable of writing long chapters. I've been so busy these past weeks, and my inspiration has been below zero. I apologize for the long wait, but I like this chapter. A few things have been going in my life, not all good unfortunatly.

Oh, and about the thing that happened to Kurt...Yeah, I don't really know what it is either. Hilarious, isn't it. I had this amazing idea, all worked out perfectly, but suddenly le wild cold feet appeared! I have a few ideas, but until I've decided...You're going to have to be satisfied with ignorance. I'm trying really hard to be.

Enjoy!

"Who's the prep-boys?" said a boy with Mohawk, pointing a finger at them.

"We're from Dalton too, we just joined Kurt."

Too spy, thought Blaine and Jeff in unison.

"Wait, are you...Warblers?" said a man, who Blaine assumed was Mr. Shue. Blaine and Jeff nodded. The room went very, very silent. Then Rachel slowly raised her arm and pointed an accusing finger at them.

"SPIES!"

Blaine finally relaxed, sitting on a chair next to Kurt. Never had he thought the little midget-sorry, Rachel- was capable of murder, but the look in her eyes made him...Want to run. She freaked him out, in a very bad way. He knew Jeff had similar feelings about her, but Kurt had looked calm and almost amused. Of course, Kurt knew Broadway and would probably be spared no matter what, but Blaine only knew Disney and Jeff only knew World of Warcraft.(and some other games, but Jeff denied he played his Xbox when nobody was watching. Yeah, right.)

The New Directions were happily chatting with Kurt, making an extraordinary job ignoring Blaine and Jeff. Except the tall blonde cheerleader Jeff mentally had undressed with his mouth open. Now, she was happily talking with Jeff about how Kurt was her favorite dolphin, and Blaine looked like a teddybear. Jeff was fascinated with Brittany. She was so cute and clueless, yet she was so smoking hot. Jeff had never been the boyfriend who liked to chit-chat on the phone with his girlfriend while she shaved her legs, it had actually been a contributing factor for his last break-up. She had just talked, and talked, and talked, and talked and yet, she managed to say nothing at all at the same time. She was just stupid, but Brittany...She was above that. She was so stupid she was almost smart. You'd think stupid people are easy to talk, befriend, manipulate, but most of the time Jeff had no idea what Brittany was talking about. She made him feel stupid, and that is saying something. She talked about rainbows and unicorns like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Brittany?"
"Yes?"
"Do you want to have dinner with me tonight at Breadstix?"
She smiled.
"Are you asking me out?"
"Maybe...I guess I am."
"Can I eat how much I want?" she said, leaning forward.
"How much you want."
"And will you pay?"
"I will pay."
"It's so on." she said, and smiled. Jeff didn't notice the brunette cheerleader glowering at him. In the meantime, Blaine was finally introduced in Kurt's conversation.

Wes was bored. Bored as in B-O-R-E-D. Not to mention Jeff, Blaine and Kurt sneaked off before Warbler-practice, which made everyone realize how vulnerable they were without those three bastards. They didn't pick up their phone's, didn't answer texts, but someone had seen them run away. Even though Wes indeed was very flattered they were scared enough of him they actually ran, they still ditched practice. And with that, comes punishment.
"Hey, David? What-?"
"Shut up."
Okay, they were in the library, but since when had David cared about keeping silent?
"What?"
"I'm going to read your mind."
Oh.
"Good luck with that, mate."
"Do not underestimate the power of the Force, young Padawan. You were just thinking about..."
Wes rolled his eyes and returned to his oh-so-boring book about the Boston Tea Party.
"You planned to ask me about Jeff, Kurt and Blaine punishment for sneaking off before practise." David established, apparently out of Force to use. Wes dropped his book and stared at David.
"You may now call me Grand Master Jedi, young Padawan." said David with a small, but very satisfied smile.
"You're freaking me out, man."
"Okay, okay! You mumbled when you pretended to read."
Wes leaned back on his chair in relief.
"But I still wish to be called Grand Master Jedi, I hope you respect that future Jedi-knight."
"Hey David? Go fuck yourself."
"You know what? Good idea. Don't dare enter our room if you wish to remain sane."
David got up, grabbed his books and left. Wes didn't even bother looking after him. Trent plopped down in Davids seat.
"Where'd David go?"
"Jerking off. Hey, can I copy you answer for question 11?"
"Really? I thought he had a girlfriend."
"She consider herself to be nice girl."
Trent snorted. Then he reached for his bag and pulled out his own oh-so-boring book about the Boston Tea Party.
"Here, I'm 99% sure it's accurate."
"Good enough for me."
Trent smiled a crooked smile.
"I'll be right back, I'm gonna go bitchslap Nick for no reason at all."
"Have fun! Wait, don't you have a slapbet on him?"
Trent thought about it for a second.
"Possible. It's perfect excuse."
Then he left, and soon after he heard a loud SCHMACK and roars of laughter.

"Did you see her legs? I mean damn, you don't see that out of magazines but there she was, just sitting there, with those amazing legs and-"
Kurt and Blaine sighed loudly. Jeff pretended to not hear it.
"And then when I talked to her, she was really cute! Okay, she's not Einstein exactly..."
"Jeff, Brittany is proud to say she's made out with every single guy at McKinley."
Jeff's smile vanished.
"Really?" he said, breathless.
"Really really."
"Even you?"
Kurt mentally smacked himself. Blaine snorted. After a deep breath, Kurt answered Jeff:
"Even me."
They car got really quiet with a pregnant silence. Then, Jeff exploded with laughter and Blaine stared at Kurt, clearly not believing him. Since Kurt had offered to drive, he decided to be a responsible driver and keep his eyes on the road, and therefore not on Blaine.
"Hey Jeff? Did you know Brittany thought Dr. Pepper was a dentist?"
Blaine laughed.

"Weeeeees...Guess who just pulled in at the parking lot.." said David. He and Wes were playing Xbox, and David had just gone up to fetch some more soda for them.
"Really? Hehehe..."
Soon after, Kurt, Blaine and Jeff stepped in to the room. Only Jeff didn't look the slightest guilty, it was more like he was beaming. Even if Wes wanted to whoop their asses(except Kurt, Wes didn't know him well enough to literally whoop his ass. But Blaine and Jeff...), he really wanted to know why Jeff looked like he just jizzed. What happened in that car?
"Jeff, whatever porn you got, I'm gonna steal it later." said Wes.
"Indeed, I bet he's hiding it under his bed."
Jeff looked offended.
"You're so not going to steal Brittany!"
"Brittany? Dude, Spears is old."
Kurt couldn't hold his laugh silent. He sounded more like he was choking instead.
"No! Brittany at McKinley High!"
Wes took his of the screen. If he had interpreted this correctly...Xbox could wait.
"McKinley? As in the New Directions?"
"Brittany's so hooooooooooooooot...We're going to meet at Breadstix tonight. Nice first date, huh?"
Kurt and Blaine looked at each other. They shared the same guilty expression. Kurt thought Blaine exceptionally cute guilty. Wes looked like a nuclear bomb about to explode...oh, someone hit the too-much-button.
"You're going on a date with THE ENEMY?"
"Yes! Hitler and Stalin are coming too, I hope they don't count as enemy, and yes my point is calm the fuck down Wes! It's just a date. No angle. Except getting laid maybe..."
"Shut up, just shut up! Did you three seriously ditch Warbler-practice to meet up with the New Directions? What's wrong with you?"
"It's really my fault, I went to see my stepbrother and they asked if I wanted them to come, I know I shouldn't have let them..." Kurt started explaining, but Blaine stopped him.
"We insisted, this is not Kurt's fault."
"Yeah, it was my idea to run..." said Jeff and regretted it the second the words left his mouth. Wes smiled, not so gently.
"Smooth, Jeff. Real smooth." said David with a grin.
"Okay, Kurt and Blaine you are forgiven. Just because you two are so lovely-dovely damn cute together and you got solos in our numbers. Jeff, on the other hand... you're so dead, man."
Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and dragged him out the soon-to-be war zone. He didn't let go until they were safe in Blaine's room. Blaine plopped down on his bed and curled up in a ball, resting his chin on his knees.
"Wes said we were cute together." said Blaine, not looking at Kurt.
"Yeah... He did."
Both knew what they both were thinking. But none of them dared to say anything. What if they were wrong? It would surely be the end of their friendship in that case. Kurt was standing in front of the window, gazing out. Blaine thought Kurt once again looked like an angel with the light floating through the window, shadowing Kurt's face perfectly. His eyes looked like the ocean.
"Come sit with me." Blaine said before his courage failed him. Kurt slowly sat down without protest. The were suddenly very close.
"I really like you, Blaine." said Kurt, feeling it was his turn to say something.
"I really like you too."
They looked at each other. Blaine was the first one to lean in, then Kurt dared too. They were so close, so close...Kurt could almost feel Blaine's lips, it almost tickled...Blaine couldn't breathe...
"BLAINE, MAN, YOU GOTTA HELP ME, WES AND DAVID ARE GOING TO- oh."
Kurt jumped away from Blaine, and almost flew off from the bed. Jeff stood in the doorway, looking very surprised.
"I'll just...uh...go then...ehm..." J
Jeff began to close the door but Kurt leaped towards it before he could close it and flung it open. Then he walked away. Blaine couldn't believe he actually did it, but Kurt walked away. Jeff looked at Blaine, and he actually looked really sorry and guilty.
"Blaine, I'm sososo sorry, I really didn't know I'm sorry-"
"Get out."
It was cold, but the chances the Jeff had just destroyed a possible romance, and probably a bromance in two seconds didn't make him deserve any respect orsolitude. Jeff didn't know what to do. He put his hands in his pockets and remained.
"Get. The. Fuck. Out."
David and Wes ran up to them with big smiles. The smiles disappeared instantly when they saw Blaine's face and the guilt of Jeff's body language.
"What's going on?"
"I...er...I may have walk in on Kurt and Blaine's almost first kiss..."
"You WHAT?" said David.
"Oh man, you're so dead!" Wes said, starting to unbutton his Dalton uniform.
"I didn't mean too! It could have been any of us walking in!"

Kurt could hear Blaine yelling at Jeff down the corridor. Wes and David defiantly took Blaine's side. Kurt felt a little sorry for Jeff. He hadn't done anything wrong. Just the classic, the wrong place at the wrong time. Kurt slowly raised his left hand and placed a finger on his lips. They had been so close, so damned close to Blaine's. Kurt smiled at the thought, but at the same time he dreaded it. He hadn't told Blaine yet. What really happened. What really made him move. Correction, what really forced him to move to Westerville. Only Jeff knew, and that was after way too many beers. Kurt covered his face with his hands. Why did he have to screw everything up?

A/N: I hope you like it. I don't want to be nagging and all...Okay, yes I do. Review! I love it when someone reviews. It makes me so happy. Bringing me to edge of puking rainbows:')