Hey, here is next chapter, but I'm not sure there will be one tomorrow. It's nothing petty like I'm witholding it because you don't review or sg even if I'm a bit sad about the lack of response, but that's life alright. No, I'm going to a party tomorrow (or so I think I'm going, but not 100% sure yet) and won't have time to update. I hope you understand and like this chapter *grin*

Ep.09 – Coffee Between Friends

Next day Blaine was cornered by a pair of vultures before he could even open the door of the Warblers' changing room.

"So how was it?"

"Did he like the flowers?"

"Of course he liked the flowers, Cedes, they are his favourites! The question is how has he expressed his gratefulness."

"Never knew you had such a dirty mind."

"There are many things you don't know about me, my dear."

"Whatever, white boy. We have more important things to concentrate on, like did Blaine kiss our snarky hot piece of ass choreographer or was he a chicken and let the perfect opportunity slide?"

"Would you pull your minds out of the gutter?" Blaine growled, having enough of the one – or more likely two – sided conversation where his friends totally forgot he existed while talking about his not even real escapades with his crush. "Both of you." He crossed his arms defensively in front of his chest.

"Don't need to bite our head off," Kurt sniffed arrogantly. "We did you a favour. A great one at that."

"So the least you could do is sharing all the juicy details with us," Mercedes added.

"I'm not telling you anything, because there is nothing to tell."

"So in simple words you were been a damned chicken and didn't even use the backstage pass?" Kurt's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Backstage pass? What backstage pass?" Blaine hid his face in his hands; just what he needed, the ever nosey and overly curious Wes and David's appearance.

"Who got a backstage pass and where?" David asked, tilting his head like and over-eager puppy.

"Blaine," Mercedes replied. "But he was an idiot and didn't use it."

"I used it, okay?" Blaine snapped. "Yes, I used the blasted thing and met him after the show and–"

"Ohoho, him? Wes interrupted waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Aren't you forgetting to tell us something Blainey-Pooh?"

"Don't call me on that despicable name," Blaine snarled, but none of them were listening.

"Blainey-Bear got himself a bf!" David gushed in a fake fangirlish tone. "So what the papers've been telling is actually true?"

"I'm deeply hurt Blaine. I'm seriously and utterly wounded that I had to learn about your newest conquest from the tabloids instead of you," Wes sighed mournfully, his almond eyes full of hurt.

"Would you two impossible clowns kindly shut up?" Blaine scowled furiously. "I don't have a boyfriend or conquest!" Then he turned to the smirking Kurt and Mercedes. "Yes, I used the damned card and met him after the show and I even asked him out for a goddamned coffee between friends! Friends!"

"Don't need to scream at us just because you're too lame to ask him out for real," Kurt sneered.

"Yeah, boy, you seriously need to get your game on... if you have any at all, that's it," the only girl in the group reprimanded with a more than frightening bitch expression on her face.

"Which he doesn't if you ask us," Wes piped in, ducking when Blaine tried to hit him with his bag. "Oi! Don't need to get aggressive!"

"Shut up! I don't want to rush things, okay? Not to mention he doesn't see me like that." His friends groaned.

"Keep telling that to yourself and you'll totally miss your chance."

"Kurt is right B-boy, you have to stop being such a bloody pansy and sweep off this mystery man–"

"Who doesn't exist of course."

"–off his feet already!" Wes finished ignoring David's interruption.

"Btw, who is this imaginary mystery guy?" David asked, grinning like a loon.

"You don't want to know," Blaine said, glaring at his fellow Warblers.

"Oh, but I think we definitely do!" Wes flashed a Cheshire grin. "Merce dear?"

"Mercedes you wouldn't..."

"Oh, but I think I would. You need all the help you can get," the girl smiled sweetly an evil glint flashing in her eyes.

"Tell! Tell! Tell! Tell!" the two Dalton boys chanted eagerly, leaning closer to Mercedes and a superior smirk wearing Kurt.

"It's–" Fortunately for Blaine the door of the dressing room was opened that moment, preventing Mercedes from ratting him out.

"Hey what are you guys doing here? Practice is about to start," Thad said furrowing his brows in confusion and Blaine could have kissed him for his timing especially when Wes and David groaned in disappointment.

"Don't think we won't find out, Blainey-Pooh," Wes waggled his forefinger threateningly.

"Yeah, B-bear, you never stood a chance against the Dynamite Duo!" David added pointing at himself and the Asian boy next to him smugly, earning incredulous looks from the group.

"Okay, Lameass Duo, move your sloppy behinds, because we don't wand a certain PMS-ing choreographer to rip us several new holes," Kurt spoke up, pushing his protesting team mates into the room. "Later, Cedes!" The door was closed with a slam.