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Ok, seriously, thanks to every person that reads this story, I love you just for reading this far.

This is a short one, I thought about making it longer, but then decided to just split it into two chapters. Probably will mash them into one later. Anyway, I hope you like it!

Just Call Him

"Are you gonna call him?" Kurt asked from the bed. Reed didn't answer, he just shrugged. Kurt rolled his eyes and sighed.

It had been a week since both of them exchanged phone numbers with Shane and Blaine.

"Well…what about you?" Reed asked, "You still haven't talked to Blaine."

"Who says I haven't?"

Reed didn't expect that answer, but as long as he could evade the subject he was taking it, "What? When? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm telling you now." Kurt answered like it wasn't a big deal. He knew what Reed was doing, and Kurt wouldn't let him. "Listen Reed, you can't take too long, he's gonna think you don't like him."

Reed knew it was true, "Oh yeah? Well, what about him, he hasn't called me either." Thinking about it, what if Shane didn't like him?

Kurt's voice was serious now, "Reed, he went to the art gallery just for you. Would you do that for someone you don't like?"

Reed was suspicious now, "How do you know he went just for me?"

Kurt didn't say it was because Blaine had told him, they knew Reed and Shane needed a little boost, so both of them agreed to help them.

"He…it was obvious. Look, the point here is…" Kurt was getting frustrated, but then again he knew it wouldn't be easy, "Just call him, I'm telling you, that boy is into you, and you are into him so…" He didn't have to finish the sentence; he just held the phone between them, waiting for Reed to take it. He didn't.

Kurt could only hope for Blaine making some progress with Shane.

"Dude, just call him." Blaine was following Shane around the apartment, the tall boy had never seemed this nervous by a guy before.

"I can't!" Shane stopped pacing; he looked like he was about to meltdown.

"Alright. Calm down." Blaine grabbed his brother's shoulders, "Why are you so nervous?"

Shane was reluctant to answer. He didn't want to admit he was scared. "I-uh…" but Blaine knew.

"You're scared. You're scared!" At first Blaine was just stating a fact, then he realized his brother Shane, the one who could make flirting a way of life, was actually scared of rejection.

"Say it louder, I don't think they heard you in Times Square." Shane was blushing.

"Oh my God!" When Shane turned around, ready to leave the room, Blaine stopped laughing. "Wait, I'm sorry, it's just…" Shane waited. "Look Shane, you don't have to be afraid."

"Why are you so sure?"

Of course, Blaine wouldn't say why. "I just…know. Trust me." He held the phone to Shane.

"Come on, Reed. Just one call, that's all you need."

Reed took the phone.

"One call."

Shane took the phone.

The phone rang.