A/N: So I almost didn't post this chapter tonight because I just finished watching this week episode of Glee and the promo for next week and I'm just a bundle of emotions. I've been listening to Glee's Candles for the past half hour. But I finally decided I needed a distraction with something happy...ish.

So, I hope you enjoy this chapter! If you did, let me know with a review! Also, I was wondering if anyone would like to see a chapter in Blaine's pov. Just let me know! Enjoy! (again, apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors)

Chapter Three 'I Know What I'm Doing'

But I didn't, not really. Especially not Wednesday at class when he slide into his seat with a coffee in hand.

"Grande nonfat mocha for the young man with the terribly out of fashion beret." He said placing the drink on my desk.

I had planned to play indifferent for a while but that lasted until he sat down, then I couldn't help but blurt out:

"You know my coffee order?" with slight awe and admiration.

"Of course." He said with a smile and slight tease to his voice.

A smile flitted to my face and decided to stay. "Thanks."

"Yeah... well it's kind of part of my apology."

"Apology?"

"For Sunday."

I instantly fell silent, waiting for the rest of what he had to say.

"First I wanna say it was totally uncool of me to ditch you at the party. It's just-I ran into an ex... which leads me to my second apology. Seriously I don't usually drink that much, but when I saw her, she-my ex-wanted to talk and well you how awkward talking with your ex is."

He was assuming. I've never told him that I've dated. Though, of course, I had. Once.

"Blaine, my experience with ex conversation's trumps all else. My ex became my step-brother."

He surprised me by laughing. "Oh wow. You win! How does that even happen?"

"Long story. My fault. But we got over it. Now he's one of my best friends."

Blaine nodded. "Cool. But really though, I'm sorry."

I shrugged nonchalantly and wrapped my fingers around the coffee cup. "It's okay. I just hung out with Rachel. She seems pretty cool."

"Yeah, she is. "Oh, and Kurt, she told me she told you."

My eyes widen ever so slightly and worry washed over me. She told him she told me about Sebastian?

"Told me what...?" I asked hesitantly.

"About her being my back up girlfriend."

"Oh, that." I tried not to show my relief.

"Yeah. Oh, sorry about that too. I should have told you myself but..." He shrugged, "It didn't cross

my mind."

"It's okay, really, no need to apologize."

Why did I say that? Of course he need to apologize! What he did on Sunday was a rather jerk move. Yet-those big brown eyes... pleading...

"I forgive you."

A smile lit up his face. "Great, then you'll except my 'I'm sorry I ditched you' dinner invite at my apartment on Friday night?"

A dinner. At his apartment. On a Friday night? I was started to get excited even though I knew I shouldn't. He ditched Rachel as well, as far as I know she would be there too. But I wasn't so insecure that I would have to ask. Really.

"No, Rachel is visiting her family for the weekend. It'll just be us. We could watch a movie. Action or Musical?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

"Mr. Anderson-Mr. Hummel, if you are done planning your date, I would like to start my class."

Some people chuckled and Blaine apologized for the both of us. And I just sat there grinning like a lunatic.

A date. Could it be?

"Please, Kurt, you said you knew what you were doing!" Rachel cried.

As soon as I had gotten back to my dorm room I looked in my phone for Rachel's number. She was the only logical person I could think of who could help me out with this. My date or not date-with Blaine.

"I did-I do!" I just... augh! Honestly what do you think it is? I mean he didn't correct the Professor, but he could have just been being polite." I sighed as I laid back on my bed and stared up at my ceiling.

"You want my honest opinion?"

"That's why I called you."

"Aw, so it wasn't my stunning beauty and stellar charm?"

"..."

"That was a joke."

"I know, you just sounded like Blaine."

"Oh gosh I did, didn't I. Okay, Kurt, honestly, no. I don't think he's intending it as a date."

I fell silent. I knew that's what she was going to say, but I had just hoped that maybe she wouldn't. I closed my eyes and flung my arm across my face.

"Kurt?"

"I'm here."

"You have two options. You dismiss the idea of any possibility it's a date and go as Kurt, Blaine's friend."

"Or?"

"Cancel."

"I can't do that!"

"Then you know what I have to do."

"Hang up on you and never call back?"

"Kurt."

It was quiet on both ends for a moment.

"Thanks, Rachel."

"Anytime, Kurt. Any friend of Blaine's is a friend of mine.

And so, I dismissed the thought. Honestly I did. I was some how able to convince myself that it was just some guy time. Just friends hanging out.

On Friday after class, but still a couple of hours before dinner, Blaine and I stopped by the video store to pick out a DVD.

"Favorite musical of all time, go."

"Wicked." I said with out hesitation. "Defying Gravity may be my favorite song of all time. You?"

"West Side Story." He said just as he picked up the DVD, smiling and raising his eyebrows up and down. I'm sure he was insinuating us watching, but I quickly put those thoughts to rest.

"Uh, depressing!"

"Uh, classic! And Rachel and I totally have a killer duet for the song Tonight."

"Which I would love to hear, but it's still a no." I reached forward to take it from him, but he hopped backwards, just out of reach. I lurched forward this time, but he avoided me again, this time by skirting around me.

"Blaine!"

"Kurt! If you want it. Come get it." He teased dangling the DVD between his fingers tips.

"No, Blaine, I can't do this! You're flirting with me and you know it and it needs to stop!"-Is what I should have said, but instead:

"Blaine, please people are starting to look."

"Yeah, at a chicken." He taunted.

I'm not proud of the way I behaved. Childish, flirting, chasing Blaine around the video store. But I just couldn't help it! He did that to me. Made me into a love sick fool.

At least I was smart enough to remember that that night was not a date.

He opened his apartment door, red bow tie with red matching skinny jeans-Not a date.

He grinned at me and took my coat-Not a date.

He showed me to his kitchen/living room and I saw a bowl of peppermint candy sitting on an end table, as well as a peppermint candle on the kitchen counter-Not a date.

"Hey, I ordered a pizza, it should be here any moment. Let's get the movie ready."-Not a date.

I just followed him to the couch all the while my mantra-Not a date-played on in the background of my mind.