Right now I'm sitting in my bio class reading the email alerts from all of your reviews. You guys are the sweetest people ever! You're reviews make me feel so amazing (and guilty for not beginning to write the next chapter). But believe me, if I had all the time in the world i would write WAY more often.
rumpludd: your stories are so good! I'm completely flattered that you read my story and I seriously doubt that it's better than yours. Yours had me twisting in bed while reading it with giggles. It's the cutest, by far.
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mulder1921: there's no fun in not dragging it out (: I'm glad you like it.
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Okay, letters are done because I need to pay attention to the bio lesson lol. Enjoy this next chapter!

Blaine's GPS led him to a semi large grey house in the suburbs. He looked at the house number to make sure he was at the right place. He took out his phone and typed out a quick text.

I'm here! –Blaine

Blaine flipped his mirror down and checked his hair. It seemed…normal. It looked the way it always looked. He still had a load of gel in it from the school day. It was safely tamed and attached to his head. He could have took a shower before he left and forgotten the gel, but he didn't care to shower. Plus, Kurt liked his hair when he left it curly, and he wouldn't feel right doing it for Tom. Blaine was wearing a light brown shirt, color wash jeans, and brown flip flops. The shirt was reasonably tight, hugging him in all the right places. There were unbuttoned buttons at the neckline that showed a glimmer of his physique. He wasn't too nervous about the date. It was just dinner and a movie, nothing special. Blaine saw the front door open out of the corner of his eye. Tom came out of the house wearing a blue 'Hollister' graphic tee, plaid shorts, and 'Nike' sneakers. Oh, he's one of those. Blaine got out of the car to meet Tom halfway up the walkway.

"Hey Blaine!" Tom pulled Blaine into a short hug.

"Oh – hey!" said Blaine, a little bit surprised by the immediate hug. They stood there a bit awkwardly for a few moments. Tom really was handsome, he looked like a tall cross between Josh Duhamel and Jesse Eisenburg. Blaine could tell that Tom was checking him out, so he broke the silence. "So – you ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's go!" They started for the car and Tom put an around Blaine's shoulder. Blaine's brow furrowed and he looked at Tom's hand hanging off of his shoulder. It was completely weird and uncomfortable having a romantic interest put their arm around him. Usually, Blaine would be the one putting his arm around the other. He opened his mouth to say something, but he held it in. Well this is awkward. When they reached the car, Blaine slipped from under Tom's arm and opened the passenger door for him.

"Thanks!" Tom shot Blaine a genuine smile, and Blaine returned it courteously, waiting till Tom was safely inside to gently close the door. Blaine jogged over to his side and opened his door, gliding into the driver's seat.

"Okay, so the movie starts at 8 and it's 6. So –"Blaine started the car.

"Breadstix?" Blaine looked over at Tom, who was wearing a huge eager grin on his face.

"Um – sure! Breadstix it is." Blaine pulled out of the Dalton lot and Tom started talking. Once he started, he never stopped. Blaine was not able to get a word in for the whole ride to the restaurant. Tom managed to talk about his love for breadsticks, how he wondered how breadsticks were made, his hatred of eggs, his incapability of cooking, his mother's capability for cooking, his mother's hairstylist, his mother's haircut, his own haircut, and then Blaine's haircut in a matter of five minutes. Blaine managed to sneak in a 'thank you' before Tom continued blabbering about the next subject. And I thought I rambled… Blaine sighed as he turned into the Breadstix parking lot. He had a feeling that he would know Tom's whole life story by the end of the date. This was going to be a long night.

Kurt pulled up to Rachel's house and got out of his car. He popped the trunk open and walked out back to get his overnight bag. He looked up from behind the trunk and saw Rachel run towards him and jump into a huge hug, making him drop his bag.

"Kurt! I missed you so much! Glee club isn't the same without you!" Rachel squeezed him tight, waiting for him to hug her back. Kurt let the strap of his bag fall off his wrist and he wrapped his arms around Rachel's side.

"Oh, Rachel, I've missed your craziness so much." Kurt said, exaggerating a little as he giggled. "Did you really miss me?"

"Yes! Of course!" Rachel looked at him really quick before hugging him even tighter.

People have really been missing me a lot lately. "Rachel if you hug me any tighter I think I might pop." Kurt said, still chuckling. Rachel backed away from Kurt, smiling brightly. Kurt closed the trunk and lifted his bag to his shoulder again.

"My dad's are on their third honeymoon, so it's just me and you for the night. I invited Mercedes but she has some family reunion thing this weekend. And Tina – well – I don't think she would be willing to pry herself away from Mike Chang for a night." Rachel rolled her eyes and motioned towards the house, "C'mon, let's go inside."

Once inside, Kurt put his overnight bag next to a couch in the living room and followed Rachel into the kitchen. Rachel was looking through the liquor cabinet, settling on a bottle of blueberry wine on the bottom shelf. "Cutting to the chase, I see." Rachel sent him a sly smile Kurt settled into a tall chair next to the island in the middle of the Berry Kitchen.

"I've had a bad week, and right now I'll do anything to lift my spirits." Rachel looked through the kitchen drawers, searching for a cork screw.

Overdramatic as always… "Oh really? Let me guess, is it because of that villainous Mr. Shue?" said Kurt sarcastically. Rachel grabbed two large wine glasses from a cabinet and placed them in front of her and Kurt. She sat in a stool opposite Kurt at the other end of the island.

"Partially…" Rachel stared down at the counter for a moment, "But it's really a whole mix of things." Kurt took the cork screw and grabbed the wine bottle, figuring out the mechanism. "As you may already know, Finn and Quinn are an item again. Quinn had an emotional breakdown during glee club last week because of her 'oh so horrible' life and how 'nobody seems to care about her talent'" Rachel made sure to use dramatic air quote motions. "Mr. Shuester bought it of course, and she's been getting every solo since, leaving me to slowly wallow in my unrecognized talent in the background."

The cork came off the bottle with a 'Pop!' and Kurt poured Rachel a glass. She started drinking it urgently. "Calm down Rachel, we have all night." Kurt giggled at Rachel's reaction to the drink.

Rachel furrowed her brow and put the glass down, only a quarter of the contents left. She let out a soft grunt as she squinted at the slightly strong taste of the alcohol. "I've been questioning Finn about you out of desperation to talk to him and he said that you moved to Dalton. How is it?"

"That's flattering," Kurt said sarcastically as he poured himself a glass. "It's – um – different."

"Oh, do you have a bad roommate?" Rachel sipped her glass, looking sympathetic.

"No actually, my roommate is Blaine." Kurt took a fairly large gulp of his wine. Rachel coughed on hers a little.

"BLAINE is your roommate! Why aren't you happy? I thought you were in love with him! Isn't that like your gay dream come true?" Rachel was being a tad loud.

Kurt thought for a moment about what to say, he had a hopeless look on his face. "Yes, I do like Blaine. I like him a lot. But he's been making things…depressing." Kurt swirled his wine glass, staring at the purple color.

"Oh my god – Kurt – Kurt does Blaine…" Kurt gave Rachel a weird look "…does Blaine cut himself?"

"WHAT? No! Rachel! Are you insane?"

"Well I don't know him that well! You never know!" Kurt leaned back onto the back of his chair.

"No. God, no." Kurt took another drink of his glass, finishing it. Rachel picked up the bottle and refilled both of their glasses.

"Well, what's the problem then?" Rachel said giving Kurt a worried look.

Kurt sighed and leaned forward. "He's been flirting relentlessly with this guy, and sending me tons of mixed signals at the same time." Kurt continued to tell Rachel everything that happened that past week. He told her about the way Blaine stared at him, and about the times he had held Kurt, the intentional times and even the unintentional ones. He told her every flirty instance they had, especially the 'goodnight' kiss they shared the night before. He spilled about the man named Tom, who Kurt despised, and how they were obviously heavily attracted to one another. Rachel listened attentively, refilling their glasses every time they emptied.

Blaine picked at his lasagna and looked up at Tom, who was still talking. His self continued conversation had led to the subject of puppies, and Tom was telling him about his Labrador that he owned when he was small.

"But enough about me, tell me about yourself, Blaine Anderson." Tom stopped talking for the first time that night, and he started on his untouched Chicken Parmesan. Blaine looked at him with disbelief, a smile forming on his face from the irony.

"Um – yeah – me? Well, for starters – my name is Blaine. I enjoy long walks on the beach, sushi, and playing the guitar." Blaine gave Tom a charming smile. Tom had been obviously swooned. Blaine chuckled a little at how easy it was to impress this guy.

"You're cute." Tom said, swallowing his food.

"I couldn't say any less about you." Blaine said slyly as he took another bite of his food, already half finished with his plate. He relaxed a little, relieved that this date was finally showing a little bit of promise.

"Tell me about Dalton." said Tom, recovering from his blush.

Blaine thought for a moment and then spoke. "Well, as you probably already know, it's a private school. The classes are pretty hard. Hence the whole private school thing." Blaine tried to think of more to say, taking advantage of Tom's sudden silence. "—um—I'm the main singer in the Warblers, which is our school glee club."

"Glee club? Isn't that a little bit…loser-ish?"

This kid sure is judgmental for a gay guy. "Well, some think it is. But at Dalton being on the Warblers is a pretty big deal. We're like – the status of football players at a normal high school."

"Oh, so you're basically like the quarterback of Dalton?"

Blaine was hesitant to answer and cocked his head a little. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"That's hot." Tom smiled at Blaine. Blaine blushed, not sure what to do next. Tom started to ramble on about football. Blaine allowed himself to daydream, seeing as he had been paying attention to Tom talking for the past hour or so. He wasn't sure if he liked Tom or not. So far, the only attraction that he had for him was just physical. They had next to nothing in common, and the night was extremely mediocre. Tom was certainly nothing special. Nothing like – Kurt. He thought back to the moments where him and Kurt had just met. They're conversations were so much better than him and Tom's. Blaine and Kurt just went so well together. We would be so good together. There was still a small voice in the back of his head screaming the warning of the importance of their relationship. The voice kept screaming that Blaine was terrible with romance, hence the Gap attack. Blaine had even asked Tom out by text. Oh God, I asked him out through text. I am such an idiot.

"Blaine? You there?" Blaine snapped out of his daydream.

"Yeah, sorry. What?"

Kurt and Rachel were downstairs in the Berry basement. They were on the last of the third bottle of wine. They were drunk, laughing and singing with each other to various Broadway tunes. Rachel had just finished slurring old Broadway music through her karaoke machine. He belted out the last line of 'Don't Rain on My Parade' when she collapsed on top of Kurt, laughing.

"Don't rain on my fucking paraaaade – Blaine Anderson!" Kurt yelled while holding his stomach. Rachel looked at Kurt and began to laugh even harder. Kurt began to laugh with Rachel and his fit of giggles made him fall off the couch. "You're eyes – they go all cross eyed when you sing reeaaalllyy long like that." Rachel got a drunken/offended look on her face and stared Kurt in the eyes.

"Hey!" she yelled "I kissed your boyfriend. Right. Here." She crawled to the middle of the floor. "Right here! This is the spot!" Kurt's head fell back and he spread his arms and legs out on the floor.

"Youuuu" Kurt took in a large breath, "lucky bitch." Rachel crawled back on top of Kurt, inching right next to his face

"You can't – use those words around me, Kurt – I'm a child." Kurt lifted his face up and kissed her sloppily on the mouth. Rachel grabbed Kurt's face and pushed hers into his lips. Kurt pulled away making a loud kissy sound.

"Guess what?" Kurt said quickly, smiling. "I LIKE BOYS!" Kurt yelled into her face, wide eyed.

"ME TOO!" Rachel and Kurt both rolled onto their sides, laughing for another three minutes. Once they became silent again Rachel tried to stand up, fumbling on the way. "Let's make a phone call." Rachel grabbed her phone and fell back onto the couch. "OH! FINN! I'M CALLING FINN!"

Kurt flipped over and growled into the carpet. "He's sooooooo booooring." Rachel tried to throw a pillow at his head, but ended up hitting the back of his calves. She scowled at the pillow and motioned for Kurt to join her on the couch. She concentrated on her phone for about four minutes, trying to figure out how to contact her ex-boyfriend.

"Hello? Rachel?"

"Fiiinnnnn! I missed you!"

"Rachel, are you alright?"

"Yeah – I'm fine! Not that I'm not – not – not fine without you. Kurt's with me – so I'm not lonelyyyy. You don't have to – worry your little – big head about me"

Kurt grabbed the phone and yelled into it. "I KISSED YOUR GIRLFRIEND, FINN. Finn, I kissed your girlfriend – I kissed Rachel. I bet you're mad at me. I bet you're going to – beat – me up." Kurt began laughing again.

"Oh my god. You guys are wasted aren't you."

"Finn don't – be mad at me! No, I don't want – you to be mad at me! I'm coming home Finn!" Kurt burped into the phone. "Whoops – that's not very ladylike. Where are my – keys? DON'T WORRY FINN I'M COMING HOME." Rachel moaned a loud 'no' next to him.

"NO! No no no no no, Kurt. Don't you dare start driving. I'm – I'm coming to pick you up, DON'T MOVE! Okay Kurt?"

Kurt mumbled back into the phone. "Mmkay." Finn hung up the phone and reached for his keys. He told his father that he was going to Puck's house for a while and left for Rachel's. By the time Kurt and Rachel had fumbled up the steps, Finn had already pulled up to the house, jogging to the front door. Finn made Rachel go to bed and made sure that she slept on her side before he left. Finn guided Kurt to the car and reclined Kurt's seat.

"Do me a favor and try not to throw up." Finn got into the driver's seat, started the car, and headed down the road.

"Where are you going? Home's that-a-way." Kurt slowly pointed behind them, towards the other side of the road.

"I'm driving you back to Dalton. There is no way that I'm bringing you home like this. I'd die, you'd die, Rachel would die, everyone would be dead." Finn looked over to Kurt, he looked congested. "You're gonna puke aren't you." Kurt nodded. Finn pulled over while Kurt opened his door, spewing out the side of the vehicle.

Most of the movie so was spent in silence. There was one other couple at the drive in, but they were making out the whole time, totally oblivious of Blaine and Tom. Blaine had seen the movie dozens of times and sang along to every song. Tom just sat there, amused. Blaine was a little uncomfortable at first when he first saw Tom stare at his body. They were sitting on the hood of the car, on top of a blanket. Then Blaine looked back at Tom, and reminded himself of how good looking the waiter was. Even though he wasn't exactly Blaine's type, damn, he was hot. Blaine swallowed as he felt Tom put his arm around him, pulling him closer. He still thought it was weird that another boy was the one to put arms around him. He felt Tom's hand on his cheek, turning him from the projected film. Blaine closed his eyes as Tom went in for the kill, kissing Blaine softly on the lips. Blaine kissed him back, and squinted, trying to feel something. But he couldn't. All he felt was emptiness. He felt Tom try to deepen the kiss. He let him, in a second attempt to try and feel something, anything. Nothing. Nothing at all. It was completely empty. Blaine pulled away, looking down.

"This isn't working, is it?" Tom sighed, looking at Blaine.

"No – I'm sorry Tom. I really am. I just…" Blaine crossed his legs and leaned forward on top of the car.

"There's a different guy...isn't there." Blaine looked up at Tom.

Blaine was silent for a moment before speaking. "Yeah, there is." Blaine looked down again. "I'm really, really sorry. I shouldn't have asked you out."

"No, no it's okay. I could kind of tell you weren't all there. There wasn't that look in your eyes that most people get on dates. I mean you stayed really quiet and let me ramble on and on. No one lets me ramble. And you're definitely not a quiet kid, I saw you with your friends at the diner, you barely ever shut up." Tom chuckled a little after his last statement.

"I'm really sorry Tom."

"It's okay." Tom pulled Blaine into a hug and they watched the rest of the movie together.

Finn finally pulled up to Dalton after a long two hours of driving. He sighed as he looked over to see Kurt asleep, drooling on his seat. He walked around to Kurt's side of the car and picked Kurt up into his arms. He walked up to the front doors of Dalton and then realized that he had no idea where he was going. He placed Kurt on the ground and shook him awake. To Finn's dismay, he was still drunk.

"Mmmfffff"

"Kurt, wake up." Kurt looked up at Finn.

"Blaine?"

"No Kurt, its Finn, not Blaine. You're at Dalton now, and you need to go back to your dorm." Kurt began to sit up and Finn helped him regain his balance. Kurt opened the Dalton doors with his key and staggered down the hallway. Finn followed, making sure he didn't fall, and that he made it to his room safe. Kurt forgot Finn was there, and when he made it to his room he opened the door and closed it in Finn's face. Finn just rolled his eyes and started down the hallway, back to the parking lot.

Kurt slapped the wall, looking for a switch when he entered the room. Blaine was home from his date, peacefully asleep on his bed. The sound of Kurt's hand against the wall slowly brought him out of his dreams. Kurt found the light and flipped it on. He turned around and saw Blaine asleep.

"Blaineeeyyy – you forgot about a goodnight kissssssss." Blaine's eyes were still closed, but his eyes furrowed at the statement he had just heard. Before he could open his them, Kurt had fallen on top of him, attacking his mouth with his own. Kurt kissed Blaine very, very sloppily. Blaine's eyes shot open, pushing Kurt back a little as he sat up in his bed.

"Kurt!" Blaine stared at his roommate dumbfounded. Kurt just sat there with a silly grin on his face that slowly turned into a confused frown.

"Don't you – like me Blaine?" Kurt said with puppy dog eyes. Blaine was still half asleep, and he didn't notice the smell of alcohol. Blaine stared at Kurt, who was completely vulnerable. A sense of desire swept over him and Blaine jerked his head forward, kissing Kurt hard on lips. He squinted his eyes, seeing if this kiss was different, it had to be. It was. It felt so satisfying, their lips fit together so perfectly. Kurt kissed Blaine back more forcefully, sloppily licking between Blaine's lips. Blaine noticed something wrong. Was that…blueberry wine? Blaine's eyes widened and he pulled away from Kurt.

"OH MY GOD. YOU'RE DRUNK. Shit shit shit shit shit shit… FUCK."

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