A/N: Hpgleekwithatardis is now my only friend, okay.

Nothing had changed, but this a continuation of the last chapter and Im not skipping time.

Disclaimer: I threatened, bribed, and probably mentally scarred Ryan Murphy in my attempt to own Glee, but he's has a hard head that man. But I do own the Warblers CD if that counts!

And now I present, Chapter 6 of Love that Man, enjoy :3

"Awh, you're going to make me puke of y'all's cuteness and what- hey give me that back Anderson! I wasn't done talking to your mmph-mm-mmhhm," Mary said, even though I clearly had put my hand over her mouth to make her be quiet.

"Love, excuse my annoying and energetic roommate, and of course I'll stay on the phone with you, but you know that we're going to have to talk about what happened," I said into the phone, still trying to comfort Kurt and not remove my hand from Mary's mouth, even though she's licking it, ew, gross.

"Eventually and thank you. I really wouldn't know what I would do without you," Kurt said sighing into the phone. I took of my hand from Mary's mouth and begun to wipe the tongue slobber she left on it.

"Neither would I, love, neither would I," I said smiling into the phone. And of course, Mary started fake puking, and I shoved her playfully, mouthing 'cut it out.' She replied by sticking her tongue out at me, in return, I did the same to her.

"Hey, Blaine?"

"Yes, love?" I said to Kurt as I was locking the door to the apartment. I heard Kurt giggle, frickin' giggled, into the phone. "I like it when you call me love, did I ever tell you that," he said, even though he was still giggling. "You might've mentioned it once or twice or ten times back in high school, why?"

This is really nice, I thought to myself, its like things are going back to normal, and we can have just small talk or a casual conversation. I never thought that I would have a chance of having this again. Especially not with Kurt that is.

"No reason, I just missed it. A lot." Swoon.

I was walking a slow pace and Mary came up from behind me and stole my phone, "Mary Elizabeth Franken, you give me back that phone or I'll-," "So, Kurt is it?" she said, fully ignoring my plea to have my phone back in my possession.

"If you say anything stupid or hurtful, you're going to get it," I hissed at her, to which I got an eye roll to. "I guess I'm driving since SOMEONE stole my damn phone, to talk to my boy-," I stopped mid-sentence. Shit, what are we? I mean it's too soon to say … boyfriends, but exclusive? Or …what?

"Kurt, can I ask you something?" Mary said as she closed the side to the passenger door, then continuing to buckle her seat belt. "Are you and Blaine dating again?" she said blatantly. "Mary, you're a dead man," I deadpanned. She turned to look at me as the engine of the car roared to life, "actually I'm a girl, so it would be a dead 'wo'man," and smirked at my facial expression.

"Oh thank you so much, that means a lot, really, I can tell were going to be good friends," as Mary kept saying into the phone, well obviously they moved on from the question, and I would love to know the answer to that specific question.

"Ask him if he's still by the café," I said to her, still somewhat holding a grudge.

"Pas question, nous allons être les meilleurs amis," Mary said, pratically yelling French into the phone. As far as Im concerned, she might as well be dating him, I thought, giving a dramatic sigh.

"Mary, ask him the question, please."

"Blaine étant un ravageur et vous demandant si vous êtes encore par le café. Etes-vous?" she said, French just spilling out of her mouth. Then I heard laughter from the other side of the phone. And then more French as well.

"He said yes; now leave me alone to talk to my new best friend, Anderson."

A few more minutes passed by, Mary aimlessly talking into the phone, saying something in either French or English then laughing and some more talking.

I huffed, continuing to look straight ahead, focused on the road. I then saw a tall, lone figure walking on the sidewalk, and flashed my headlights, "ask him if he sees my flicking my headlights."

"Yep! Hey new best friend!" she said as she waved through the window, though Kurt couldn't see her. She is such a child sometimes, I don't know how she ever gets by, I thought, shaking my head in disbelief.

"HEY, I HEARD THAT." My eyes pretty much shot out of my head and I started laughing as I pulled over to the side of the road, whoops didn't mean for that to slip out of my head, I thought. "Now move to the back honeybunches, Kurt's sitting up here with me." She smiled at me as she got out of the car, dang; I really thought she was going to jump on me for being so demanding.

I jumped out of the car too, stepping back into the cool air to greet Kurt. As we came face to face, his smile was present, but I could see that in his eyes, it wasn't there. I pulled him into a comforting hug, "aren't you cold," I asked him, feeling him become somewhat frozen by the sudden contact. I only felt a head nod and started to take off my jacket. "Blaine, that really isn't-,"

"Yes it is. Take the jacket and put it on before you get sick mister."

I turned around to head back to the car, when I distinctly heard Kurt sniff the jacket and sigh, then continued to mumble something under his breath. "What was that?" I looked back to him, and he looked at me like a deer caught in headlights.

"O-oh, um nothing, just said that's its really cold o-out, brrrrr," he said, emphasizing that he was cold by rubbing his hands up and down his arms. "Alright then," I said turning again, a smile threatening to take over my face.

I definitely heard 'you could always just warm me up.'

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~Back at Mary and Blaine's apartment~

I jumped out of the car and snuggled into Blaine's jacket, which smells like heaven by the way. Mary saw me and laughed. According to her, we were becoming the best of friends since we both speak French, fluently, and we both have fabulous styles in fashion.

Mary then leaned into Blaine, whispering something in to his ear and walked away, laughing like a mad man, and Blaine whipped around to look at me. "Well, since Mary just reminded me, I thought I would mentioned this now, rather than later to you before er-," what would be so bad that would make him nervous?

"We only s'have 'wo reds s'hand we s'have 'wo sure," Blaine sputtered out as we entered the elevator. Just awesome. Now he speaks gibberish. I looked at Blaine to see if he was going to repeat again, but instead he was looking everywhere except for me. A moment or two passed and Mary spoke up breaking the silence that filled the elevator as we stepped out.

"He couldn't understand a word you were saying Anderson, so would you like me to translate that into English so that Kurt can understand?" Mary asked, intervening on his behalf because Blaine was looking down and blushing. He was shuffling his feet, and he nodded his head slightly for Mary to continue.

"Here's the deal: We only have two beds; one's mine and one's Blaine's. So unless you want to sleep with me tonight, you get to get your m-," Blaine shoved her arm, "-hey I was talking here!" He looked at her with pleading eyes and she seem to have gotten the message as we stepped out of th

I still don't know see where this is headed at …

"Unless you want to sleep on the floor or on the frumpy couch, you have to sleep with Blaine."

Oh.

"Oh, yeah. That's um, that's fine," I said trying to keep myself look calm on my outer exterior. Blaine's head instantly shot up at my answer, "I mean, I can always sleep on the couch, or on the floor, I know how you use to say that sleeping on any couch would hurt your back or whatever, but I know it also makes you kind of cranky and no one wants a cranky Kurt." I just gave him the glare and he smiled at my demeanor.

"You were always the rambler, Blaine. And besides, its not like we haven't slept together before," I explained to him and Mary was on the verge of tears with giggles. And I then realized what exactly I had said, well shit, I just made this situation more awkward. "Whoa, okay, n-not like that, I mean we-we have," I felt my face heating up, bright read, and full of utter embarrassment, and of course, with Mary giggling like a mad man, "but not since then," I added quietly.

When I looked up, I saw Blaine, who was trying, but sadly failing at opening the door. So, I walked up behind him. "Let me handle this, sweetie," I said low enough, just so he could hear.

He's blushing again, this is so odd. He was always the one making me blush.

I placed my hand over his hand that was holding the keys to the apartment. Electricity shot through me the touch of the skin to skin contact. My immediate action was to gasp, but I had to stand my ground. As I pulled away, Blaine let out a breath and opened the door saying, "Welcome to our humble abode."

My eyes then were set on probably one of the most stunning apartments in all of New York. I had noticed that when I stepped out of the elevator that we had arrived on the 9th floor, but you wouldn't think it was much.

We walked through the foyer, mostly covered in pictures from the same small group that I had seen earlier at the coffee shop. Some were of Blaine and his brother and his parents. I also saw one of Daniel Radcliffe smiling with a signature, figuring it was probably Blaine's, since he use to be so obsessed with Harry Potter back at Dalton.

I was still trailing behind from Mary and Blaine when I came across another picture. The frame surrounding the picture was nothing too fancy. It looked a couple years old, the edges were slightly worn. The photograph within the old frame wasn't new either. It looked as if it had been almost torn, but still in one piece. It was a picture of Blaine and I that was taken with our Dalton uniforms on. We were sitting on one of the styled couches that they had there, with our faces pressed up next to each other.

I walked away from the picture, with a smile, still being stunned by the gorgeous apartment. I walked past the kitchen, which Mary was in trying to cook up a late night snack. I then walked into the living room that had one side covered in bricks, and to the left of said wall, there was a balcony outside, with an amazing view of the city.

I then went to go sit on the 'apparently' frumpy couch and I noticed that it was too bad and not at all frumpy. And then I pieced it all together, either Mary gave Blaine the idea that they should say that the couch was frumpy so we would end up sleeping in the same bed together or this couch is frumpy and Im just not noticing that it is.

Mary, then walked through with a bowl of some type of food in her hands and started cackling because she knew that I had figured it out without even mentioning it to me. She walked out of my sight and then reappeared and headed into the kitchen once again.

I didn't know where Blaine had gone off to, so I was just sitting there and I noticed the Vogue magazine sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch and decided to grab it and read it. I was flipping through the pages, remembering how I did most of the designs and how hard I worked at my job.

Reminder to self: Find new job. Or get old one back.

A few minutes had passed and the couch sank a bit, and I was still mindlessly flipping through the magazine. I felt a pair of hazel eyes watching me , so I turned to face Blaine. At first he didn't know that I was looking right back at him and then turned his head away after he realized that he was staring.

"So…" he started to say, dragging out the 'o'. I sighed deeply and spoke. "Blaine." He looked at me like a kicked puppy, but he just smiled, "yes, love?" "You do know that if you wanted to sleep in the same bed, you could've just asked me," I said, sustaining a grin from appearing on my face because his mouth had went agape and then Mary reappeared into the room.

"Practicing for blow jobs in the living room now, are we Anderson? Tsk tsk, I better not find any er-stains tomorrow on the couch 'cause I will not be the one cleaning it up," she said, her voice overwhelmed with sarcasm. I had to hold my breath from laughing at the poor look on Blaine's face. "Well, I'm off to bed," she said with a yawn, "you two have fun now, ya hear?" she said, leaving with a wink.

As soon as a door clicked shut, Blaine turned to face me. "I'll sleep here," gesturing at the couch. He got up and grabbed his hand on instinct and pulled him back to sit on the couch.

"I know that its all so sudden and that we're already going at a fast pace, but after what happened tonight, I-I just need, I just need someone to comfort me in case I wake up from some horrible dream. And Ive missed you so much. So can we just go to sleep in your bed?"

Blaine blushed again, man, I am on a roll here. Three times in one night.

"Um Blaine?" He looked pretty spaced out, but a smile was on his face , so I waved my hand in front of him and he came back. "What?" "I would go to your room, but you never showed me around and I have no idea where it is …"

"Okay, sorry about that, I just have a lot on my mind I guess," he stated as he started to space out a bit again. So I ran my hand against his thigh and that seemed to bring him back once again. "Show me your room, please?" "O-okay love," still nervous, I see, "whatever you say , but on one condition, well maybe two," he said batting his eyes.

"And whats that?" I questioned as he moved closer to me.

"First, can I- can I kiss you?" he asked looking hopeful for the answer. "Hmm, depends."

"Depends on what?" Still inching closer. "Depends on if we can cuddle later? Because I really do miss being the little spoon," I replied. Blaine leaned forward, closing the gap between us.

It was a gentle kiss, but the kind that makes you want to scream out to the sky until youre tired and out of breath because youre just so damn happy. We both pulled away, breathless, as can be, and looked into each other's eyes. Hazel meeting glasz and glasz meeting hazel.

"We should- we should um- go to bed." I laughed, and so did he, because I felt like it was our first kiss all over again from being at Dalton. Blaine then got up, offering me his hand, and started to lead me to his room.

When we got to Blaine's room, I realized something, shit, I don't have clothes to sleep in. "Blaine, I don't have any clothes to sleep in," I said awkwardly. "And that's where the second condition comes in," he smirked as he closed the door to his room after I had stepped inside. He came from behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered, "No clothes." A shiver coursed its way down my spine as he placed a kiss to the back on neck.

"A-alright," I stuttered out, feeling nervous, too fast, my head yelled, too fast. Blaine seemed to have noticed that what we were doing was starting to get my nerves on the edge. "Kurt, love, look at me," Blaine said as he turned me around so we were face to face. "Kurt, I don't want to have sex or anything close to it, like we said before, we're going at a really fast pace as it is. All I want to do is see and touch your skin again," he said as his hand slid up and down my arms. "I just want to feel your beautiful skin against mine again, if you don't mind, that is," smiling gently as he tugged he at the hem of my shirt, "please?"

"Don't try any funny business, or you'll find your ass on the couch."

"Do you honestly believe that I would want that?"

Thump thump thump. "Do me a favor and keep your sexapades down while I drown in my misery of loneliness with my ice cream with Carry Grant," a muffled voice said through the wall, "and be aware that these walls are VERY thin and I can hear EV-VER-REE-THING."

TO BE CONTINUED.

Oh Mary, youre such a cockblock. (I am really am that way in real life heh.)

I really felt the need to update because I was having trouble trying to type everything that I have written because Im so busy with school and what not. It makes me sad that I only got one review for the last chapter, so Ill ask again for people to review so that I know people are actually reading it.

Love always, Dwimmer-Crafty.

P.S.- I typed the French thing up a while ago, but I know that its along the lines of, we're going to be best friends and then Mary saying that Blaine is being a pest and asking where Kurt is.