Chapter 3

A/N: I'm really enjoying writing this story, hope you're enjoying reading it! Reviews are always much appreciated..!

This chapter ain't exactly heavy on the smut, but don't worry, it shall soon return, and it will be much stronger than before.

I still don't own Glee, Darren Criss or the Groff. *Stifles sob*

Blaine woke the next morning alone in Jesse's bed. He slowly pulled himself up into a sitting position, rubbing his eyes as the events of the previous night came flooding back into his mind. "Jesse?" he called, yanking the covers off and making his way to the bathroom. He smirked as he passed the untouched air mattress on the floor. His jeans lay in a crumpled pile where he had kicked them off last night, his shirt lying a few inches away from them.

He exhaled heavily as he reached the bathroom, studying himself in the mirror. So, he had spent the night in his underwear, in the arms of the guy who had crushed the New Directions last year. Kurt would totally understand… Not. Groaning, he removed his one remaining article of clothing and stepped into Jesse's large, immaculate shower.

You idiot, Blaine mentally scorned himself as he was attacked by a stream of cold water. (Yes, cold - like he wasn't going to be horny after last night.) This is just great, Blaine. Way to get yourself into yet another perfectly fantastic situation. He leaned his head against the cool wall, wondering what the hell he was going to do next. He loved Kurt – he was almost sure of it. But seeing Jesse again had reawakened so many old feelings. He was a mess of confusion, regret and, most of all, hormones.

Five minutes later, Blaine was dressed and making his way down the corridor which led from Jesse's wing to the main part of the house. Where the hell had he disappeared to? "Jesse?" he shouted. No answer. "Stupid giant house," he muttered, becoming steadily more frustrated until he realised that given the noises coming from Jesse's room last night, it was probably best that the rest of the mansion was so detached from it.

Finally he reached the kitchen. Scanning the luxurious room, his gaze fell upon a note which was propped up against a bowl (which was home to a very exotic-looking array of fruit) on one of the granite countertops.

"Dear Jesse and Blaine,

We've decided to take advantage of this beautiful Saturday morning and play some golf.

Will probably have lunch at the club, home before 4."

Although Blaine was thankful for some alone time with Jesse, there was still the matter of finding him. He was just contemplating sending out a search party when he heard the front door bang.

Leaning against a pristine magnolia wall, he watched as his best friend waltzed into the room, hands laden with two coffees and a bag filled with what Blaine could only guess were pancakes. (It was sort of their thing.) "Chocolate chip for me, plain for you," Jesse announced, setting their breakfast down on the island which separated them.

Blaine couldn't help the wide grin from spreading across his face. "You remembered?" he smirked.

"Blaine, what do you take me for?" Jesse shook his head. "Of course I remembered." He opened a cupboard, pulling out two plates and sitting on a stool beside the island. Blaine hopped onto the stool next to Jesse's, and for five or so minutes they simply enjoyed their breakfast, their conversation remaining light. Blaine explained where the adults were, and then they discussed simple, neutral topics, such as the weather and… Well, that was it, really.

"Well," Jesse said happily as he dumped their plates into the sink, "That was delicious, if I do say so myself."

"If you say so yourself?" Blaine sniggered, "Right, because you put so much hard work into making the whole six-minute drive to the café."

"Well…" Jesse replied, leaning over Blaine's shoulder to whisper into his ear, "After the events of last night, I may have been just a little too tired to cook. Please excuse me."

Blaine tensed up at this. He could feel Jesse's breath hot against his neck – he wasn't moving away. Then he felt a strong hand on his thigh, and he was pulled around to face the tall man who was now staring down at him with lust-filled eyes. The younger boy gulped. "M-maybe now is the t-time for us to have that t-t-talk," he stuttered, "About our, um, our relationship."

A mixture of uncertainty and rejection appeared in Jesse's eyes, but he quickly regained his confident demeanour. "I think I need to do just a bit more research before I can properly discuss such things," he smirked.

Suddenly, his lips were on Blaine's. His hands gripped the younger boy's hips as he moved closer, bending down and pressing their chests together.

"No," Blaine murmured against the other boy's lips, "We should stop."

"I know you, Blaine," Jesse breathed, "And I know you want this as much as I do." Then he joined their mouths once again, making Blaine's stomach somersault.

Damn him and his talented fucking lips, he thought. Jesse was right – he did want this. He wanted it so badly, just like he had on every other occasion in the past. But things were different now – he had a boyfriend. He reminded himself that Jesse was completely unaware of this.

"No!" he cried, using all of his strength to shove his best friend away.

Jesse held up his hands in surrender. "Whoa, whoa, okay, I'm sorry," he said. Blaine could tell that he meant it.

"It's not your fault."

"No, you're right; we should talk before things get too messed up."

Blaine turned his head, fixing his gaze on the wall.

"Hey," Jesse said quietly, moving to reclaim his position on the stool next to Blaine's. "Hey," he repeated, gently turning the younger boy's head to face him. "Come on, let's talk. We can be completely honest with each other, remember?"

Damn it. Removing Jesse's hand from his face, Blaine stared at his shoes for a few seconds, until finally he blurted out "I lied to you."

A few more seconds of silence. Then, "What are you talking about?"

"When you asked me whether I had a boyfriend, I… I lied." He stole a glance towards his friend, who was now drumming his fingers on the counter.

"Oh."

"I…" He took a deep breath. "I'm… dating Kurt Hummel."

Jesse's head shot up. "Kurt Hummel?"

Blaine exhaled slowly. "Yes."

"From McKinley?" Jesse sounded utterly shocked – which was a rare occurrence.

"Uh-huh." Blaine was watching the other boy's reactions intently, trying to figure out what was going on inside his head. Jesse gazed around the room for a minute or two, lost in thought.

"Okay," he finally announced. "So… You lied because you didn't want to make it awkward, I guess?" Blaine didn't respond. "I mean… I always thought Kurt was alright. You know, he's a good guy…" Jesse was talking more to himself than Blaine.

They sat awkwardly for a moment. Then Jesse was hit by a realisation. "He doesn't know about us," he said slowly, "Does he? I mean, about us being friends… Or, whatever we are?" Blaine shook his head, unable to conjure up any words. He wasn't feeling at all like a good person right now.

"Well, that's just fine," Jesse articulated, and Blaine could hear the hurt and anger building in his voice, "You know what, Blaine, clearly you're ashamed of me, so why don't you just run off with Kurt?" he almost spat, his face contorting in resentment as his lips formed the name of Blaine's boyfriend. "Don't mind me. I hope you're very happy together."

Jumping up from his seat, he stormed out of the room, leaving Blaine slumped on his stool, lost for words. He groaned loudly, turning around so that he could bang his head against the counter. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he exclaimed. How had he managed to handle that so terribly? And God, he hadn't even mentioned Rachel. He was a terrible friend… Or whatever the hell they were.

He glanced at the clock. It was almost eleven. They would have the house to themselves for at least another four hours.

"Okay," he breathed, dragging himself off the stool. He was going to fix this. He was just going to talk to Jesse, apologise to him, attempt to justify his lies, and everything would be fine… He hoped.