"Daniel?"
The TA spun in his chair, facing the doorway of the empty classroom. "Hi. You're…Brock, right?"
"Blaine."
Daniel cracked a small smile. "Sorry. I'm awful with names." He kicked the chair next to him towards Blaine. "Have a seat. What can I help you with?"
Blaine didn't move, didn't even look at the chair. "I need a weekend pass."
"You'll have to see the dean about that."
"You got one for Kurt."
Daniel pursed his lips, the smile gone. "I wrote a recommendation letter, yes."
"So you can do the same for me."
"Sorry, Blaine, but I don't know you. If you want to come back and talk after dinner or something then maybe I can do something, but until then I can't, on good conscious, tell the dean I think you deserve it."
"I think you know Kurt a little too well." Daniel's eyebrows arched. "Don't get me wrong—I'm not homophobic. I just think that sleeping with a student, not to mention a minor—"
"It's none of your business what my relationship with Kurt is, Blaine. I'm not his teacher. And we're not sleeping together. I wrote him a letter because I talked with him about why he's here and he was very open. He deserved the pass."
"I'm sure he was very open."
"Blaine…"
"He's a good kisser."
Daniel's expression flashed from frustration to confusion and straight into amusement. "You're jealous of me."
"Hardly."
"You're jealous because Kurt's interested in me. Did he break up with you or something?"
"Kurt and I didn't date."
"But you kissed him?"
Blaine grinned evilly. "So that's a no for the pass?"
Daniel held up his hands. "There's nothing I can do unless you want to sit and talk to me."
"Sorry to hear it, Danny." Blaine winked as he left. "Also, sorry that he's not putting out for you. What a shame…"
-0-
Kurt got to dinner a few minutes late that night. Thad and Wes were waving him over on one side of the hall while Daniel was smiling at him warmly on the other side. Daniel winked. Smiling, Kurt felt warmth rise in his stomach and up to his neck and face, tinting his skin pink. He ignored his friends, walking over to the TA.
"Hey," he said, grabbing Kurt's hand as he sat. "I missed you today."
"You saw me at breakfast."
"For ten seconds." He squeezed Kurt's hand. "Did you have a good day?"
"Okay, I guess. You?"
"Hm…" Daniel watching Kurt as he pulled back to open his whole-wheat turkey wrap. "Well, your friend Blaine came to visit me after class. I think he ditched his fifth period."
Kurt arched an eyebrow. "Why?"
"He was just baiting me, trying to make me upset. He said some things about my relationship with you."
"What?" Kurt sat up ramrod straight, eyes open wide. "What did he say?"
"Just that you were a good kisser and stuff like that. He's just jealous, I think. You are quite cute. It's not like you actually kissed him, right?" Silence. Daniel leaned forward. "Right?"
"Um," Kurt muttered, face down at his food. "Well…"
Daniel laughed. "Oh my God! You totally kissed him!" He collapsed onto the table, laughing into his arm.
"What's so funny?"
"It's just…" He looked up, reaching for Kurt's hands again. "It's just funny! I thought I left all this relationship drama behind in high school and it turns out that my boyfriend's ex wants him back!"
"I highly doubt that."
"Kurt, look at me." He did. "You know I'm leaving soon. But I…I wanted to know if you wanted to try long distance. OSU is only a little under four hours away. We can talk and see each other on weekends sometimes. It'll get easier when you go back to McKinley… What do you think?"
Kurt's first instinctive response was Of course. This was his first real boyfriend. (He wasn't going to count Blaine.) But then he stopped and thought for a moment. Was that healthy? To only see your boyfriend every few weeks? He didn't know if they could keep it up like that. And then it occurred to him—
"Wait. Is that what we are? Boyfriends?"
Daniel bit his lip. "Unless you kiss your friends like you kissed me."
"No," Kurt said, smiling. "I definitely don't."
"Alright. So we're boyfriends. And now, Kurt Hummel, adorable high school junior, countertenor, fashion aficionado boyfriend—will you be my long distance boyfriend?"
Kurt smirked. "Yeah."
"I would kiss you right now if I could."
"Why can't you?"
A triumphant grin spread over Daniel's face. "Why, Mr. Hummel, what a good point you make. Come here."
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Flint choked on his water, sputtering across the table. Next to him, Trent grinned hugely and Jeff and Nick were leaning into each other, staring at something across the hall. On the other side of the table, Wes, David, Blaine, and Thad just watched them.
"What is wrong with you guys?" Thad asked.
"Look!" Trent said, pointing. "How cute!"
Flint was still coughing as the four turned to see Kurt and Daniel separating from a kiss on either side of the table. Blaine's fingernails dug into his palm painfully.
Thad laughed. "Yeah, Porcelain!"
Wes and David started applauding and Kurt looked over, blushing. He waved feebly, turning back to Daniel before dropping his face into his arms, shaking slightly with laughter.
"Excuse me," Blaine whispered, standing and walking towards the door.
He walked blindly from the hall, anger swelling. Shit, shit, shit, shit. No. This… This was so not allowed to happen…
Kurt couldn't…
But the sad fact of the matter was that Kurt could. Kurt could do whatever the hell he wanted because he wasn't Blaine's. He could spend the night in Daniel's dorm room if he wanted to. He could kiss him and hold him and flirt with him to his heart's desire because Blaine had missed out on the opportunity Daniel had taken.
Shit.
Yes, Daniel had been right. He'd been jealous of him. He was extremely jealous—to the point of anger. It just... It wasn't fair! Why couldn't Kurt have waited just a little bit longer? Why couldn't that moment in Kurt's dorm room ended differently? Why couldn't he pull his head out of his ass? Why couldn't he stop being such a douche?
He got into his dorm room and grabbed his jacket, pulling it on. There was no way he was staying here. Not right now. He couldn't go back to the dining hall. He couldn't go to the library. He couldn't leave campus…
Thirty minutes later found Blaine at the abandoned fire pit with matches and alcohol stolen from the kitchen. He'd sip and then pour a bit onto the fire, followed by another match. The fire didn't actually grow a whole lot, but it made him feel better, watching the glow expand momentarily.
"Blaine?"
He didn't look up.
"Have you been drinking?"
Blaine laughed, lifting the bottle and putting it to his lips.
"What are you doing here?"
"Wallowing in my own pity," he said slowly. "What are you doing here?"
"My homework's finished, I decided to take a walk and found this place… Are you okay?"
"Go away, Nathan. I don't want to talk about it."
Nathan Holstrom was a slightly tall sophomore boy with constantly messy red hair and a dash of freckles across his nose. He was in two of Blaine's classes. "Yeah, well, I'm not leaving." He sat next to Blaine. "If I leave you here and you get in trouble for being drunk, my conscious will kill me." With careful hands, he eased the bottle out of Blaine's hands.
"Are you gay?" Blaine said, a little too loudly.
Nathan smirked. "Uh, no."
"If you were, would you think I was attractive?"
"Sure."
"Hm…" Blaine sighed, staring at the fire. "I like this guy. And he hates my guts. Likes someone else. Which really doesn't make any sense because I'm the hottest piece of ass anyone's ever seen. I could make you question your sexuality if I kissed you."
"You don't have to make me question it, Blaine. I'm not gay—I'm bi."
Blaine nodded slowly as if contemplating it. "Wanna make out?"
"Contrary to popular belief, Blaine, 'bisexual' is not code for 'horny.'" Nathan smiled softly. "So this guy you like—have you told him?"
"No. Do think I should?"
Nathan looked down at the bottle in his hands. "Yeah, I think you should. I had a crush on this guy once and he was one of my close friends. He would always talk to me about the guy he liked and one day I got so sick of it, of the jealousy and everything, of seeing them together… I kissed him."
"And?"
"We dated."
"What… What happened?"
"His parents. They weren't, uh, the most supportive of his choices. They took him overseas."
"That blows." Blaine swiped lazily for the bottle. "You're making me even more depressed. I need booze."
Nathan handed him the bottle back, patting his knee. "You should tell him, Blaine. He deserves to know. If he makes you this upset…it means something." When Blaine's only response was another sip of alcohol, Nathan stood. "You should get inside before curfew."
-0-
"I've made up my mind," Blaine slurred to David as he collapsed into bed, still dressed. "I'm going to do that thing you said—woo him. I'm going to woo Kurt. Yeah—that sounds good."
David's brow furrowed. "Blaine, he's dating Daniel."
"But I think he should be dating me."
"No—you think he should be sleeping with you."
"Shut up!" He rolled over, pouting into his pillow. "I don't want to sleep with him. Okay, well, yeah, I do, but it's more that… I don't want Daniel to."
"Blaine, I'm sorry, but… I think you missed your chance."