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For once, Kurt actually woke up before Blaine. Of course, that's because he actually wakes up when an alarm clock goes off, but that's beside the point. He opened his eyes blearily and almost fell off of the bed because the sheets twisted around his bare legs like greedy tentacles. He heard Blaine's low moan as he extricated himself out of the tan arms that wrapped around his waist.

"Where are you going?" he mumbled, barely even awake. Kurt succeeded in getting out of the bed and began to walk towards the huge closet.

"Well, it is Monday. I don't know about you, but the rest of the world generally wakes up at a normal time, even in spite of the prior night's, uh, activities." At the word Monday, Blaine all but shot out of bed.

"Shit," he half yelled. "What time is it?" He glanced at the clock, and the little red numbers seemed to glare at him.

"Blaine," Kurt asked carefully "are you okay?" Blaine twirled around and smiled.

"Oh I'm fine, really," he assured with a smile. "I'll be fifteen minutes late, but I doubt they'll care seeing as how I've never been late before." He was dressed faster than anyone Kurt had ever seen before: And he worked behind the scenes at fashion shows! They shared a quick, but of course deep, kiss before Blaine was out the door and down to the street to hail a cab.

Twenty minutes later, Blaine was sitting behind the glass in a recording studio, trying not to listen to the screeching from the other side. Whoever thought it was a good idea to let this tone deaf idiot record an EP deserved a foot in the ass. He dismissed her as calmly as he could before stepping out to go find any cup of coffee he could find.

"Hey, Anderson, wait up," his friend, Benjamin, called from behind. "Is it true that you left Cassidy?" Blaine stopped dead and turned slowly.

"How'd you know about that?" Blaine asked. Ben had been a really great friend for a long time, but Blaine still couldn't be sure about his reaction.

"Well, last night Cas called Anna and told her. I didn't even know what was going on until she dropped the phone and ran to tell me," Ben exclaimed as he held his hands up, a sign of surrender.

"Great," Blaine muttered under his breath, a scowl plain on his face. It wasn't that he didn't want anyone to know, quite the opposite: He just wanted to be the one to tell whomever he wanted. "Does anyone else here know?" Ben chuckled and shrugged.

"Well, Anna's one of the biggest gossips I've ever met. So, it's definitely plausible. How's Valerie taking it? I mean, I have never seen a kid so attached to their dad." Blaine smiled at the mention of his daughter.

"Pretty well, actually. I hate that Cassidy keeps trying to keep me from seeing her, but Valerie won't stand it. She absolutely adores Kurt, and doesn't have any problem with me being with him. If anything, she actually likes it."

"So when do I get to meet him? You can't just hide him forever, you know?" Ben asked. Blaine assured him the meeting would happen sometime before returning to the sound booth again. Thankfully, the next band recording their second CD was much better than the first.

"Thanks guys," he called through the microphone. "We'll have the album finished before the week is over." The members smiled and thanked him before they left, but the lead singer, a short, pretty blonde, stayed behind.

"Thanks for working with us, Blaine. Maybe we could go out sometime? Get a coffee or something," she asked shyly. Blaine smiled, not wanting to hurt her feelings. After all, she did write love songs for a living.

"That's sweet," he assured "but I play for a different team." She shrugged and left, jogging down the corridor to catch up with her friends. When Blaine turned back to the door to leave for lunch, he found Gage, his one other closest friend in the company, leaning against the door with his arms folded across his chest.

"So the rumors are true?" he asked, a hint of coldness in his voice. Blaine cleared his throat, afraid of what he already knew would come next.

"Well that depends on what you're talking about, because I certainly don't know." Gage sighed deeply, and both men knew exactly what was going on.

"You know what I'm talking about, Blaine. Steph told me that Anna called to say you left Cassidy. For a guy. So, is it true or not?"

"Yes, it is. His name is Kurt, and I've been in love with him for a year. Anything else." Gage nodded slowly, unsure of what he was supposed to say and how he was supposed to say it. But Blaine already knew, and he willed his hands not to shake, for his heart not to race.

"Steph made it explicitly clear that I can't be friends with you, so long as the rumor was true. I hate to do this, Blaine, but I'm not going to fight her over this." With one final, pitying glance, he walked out, leaving Blaine to deal with the loss of what he had considered a good friend. He looked at the clock, and prayed the next three hours would pass so he could go home. Because Kurt was there, and kurt always had a way of making the whole world better.

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Kurt was still smiling as he walked into his office. Being one of the main creative directors of one of the biggest fashion magazines in the world had its perks: Namely, his tow best friends who shared the office.

"Oh someone's looking happy today," he heard Mercedes call as he pushed through the door.

"Did you get to see that little boy toy of yours yesterday? Hop on up and tell Auntie Tana all about it." Kurt smiled, but hopped on her desk, pushing aside papers aside he did.

"Blaine is not a 'boy toy', Santana. You know that. And yes, I did see him. But that's not all." Mercedes tsked and pulled her chair beside the desk.

"Kurt, as your friend, I am begging you to drop him. I'm sick of seeing you in this bipolar love state. Ever day you come in here and you'll either be happy because you saw him the night before, but more often then not, you're depressed because he didn't or left way early to go home. To his wife!" Kurt tried to explain, but Santana cut in abruptly.

"I have to agree. Anyways, I thought you ended it with him months ago. And 'Cedes has a point. I don't care if we do live in New York, I can still go all Lima Heights Adjacent on him." She began to drum her painted nails on the wood, awaiting his reply.

"If the tow of you would listen, then none of this would be required. He left her For me, on Friday" He found himself smiling as the other two gasped. "And I've already met his sister, Rachel, and his daughter, Valerie. And she actually seems to like me, which is a miracle in and of itself."

"So wait, you're saying he finally go t the guts to leave that bitch?" Santana asked eagerly. Kurt smiled and nodded happily.

"But how did she take it? I mean, is his ex fine with it?" Mercedes asked with a worried frown. Kurt's own smile fell.

"No, of course not. She wants to keep Blaine away from Valerie at all costs. She called Blaine's dad, who is the most homophobic man I have ever met, in an effort to change his mind. Nothing's ever enough for him though, especially whatever Blaine does. I think he's part of the reason for Blaine's panic disorder." He clapped his hand over his mouth, aware that he had given away a secret he never should have talked about to anyone except for Blaine. It was up to him to determine who he could trust, and already Kurt had broken that one small clause.

"Look Kurt," Santana interrupted. "I know you love him, but he's damaged goods. Are you sure you can even handle all of this mess?"

"Santana, you don't understand. I'm in love with all of him, even more so because of his flaws. He loves me, but even more than that, at least to me, he needs me, almost as much as I need him." He gave a watery smile as the two women embraced him.

"I think we need to meet this guy, don't you thing, Tana?"