A/N: At my summer job yesterday, I met a woman called Stephanie Dalton! (she had a name badge) Once she left i just cracked up, i was so tempted to take a pic.

'What?' Blaine said, his body freezing yet his pulse rate rocketing 'Kurt why?'

'Well...' The designer mused. 'Put it this way Blaine. We are friends, are we not?'

'Yes but-'

'So you can trust me, I'm not going to run and tell the press your secrets, you can trust me, we already know this.'

'Ok...'

'I'm also already pretty brilliant AND famous, which not only increases your profile, but means I won't be using you in anyway. I have all the money and fame I need, I won't need to scrounge off you.' ( I'll take kisses as payment...wait...bad thoughts)

'Right...' Blaine's face showed no sign of the confusion disappearing.

Kurt sighed agitatedly.

'Besides, we already fooled India, who, although is thicker than a Gucci belt, is quite assertive, so knowing you and I can pull the scarf over her eyes, is an admirable achievement, and we've already kissed once, a couple more won't kill us.' (Unless I get those fireworks again- Kurt added mentally – I don't think I could handle another explosion like that.)

'And to be frank, I just want to extract a little revenge. I was used all those years ago, but this time I'm doing it willingly, and I will actually benefit out of it this time.'

'How?' Blaine asked furrowing his brow.

'By helping you Blaine. You're my best friend, and I am happy when you're happy. You said this was your dream didn't you. To become a famous singer, to have people love you for your talents. Well I can help you do that. And I really want to Blaine. We've both been through so much, and I got at least part of my happy ending. I can at least try and do the same for you.'

Blaine felt his eyes start to sting, he frantically tried to brink away any forming tears.

'Are you serious Kurt? You'd be willing to do all this, act all different and all, just to help me?'

'Of course Blaine. I'd do anything for you.' you have no idea...

'Oh Kurt.'

The smaller man flung himself into Kurt's arms and relished the warmth of the embrace, the scent of Kurt's shampoo wafting over him, in a calming haze.

xXx

'Don't you get all sassy with me Kurt. Finn told me that you kissed him! You guys KISSED! I want to come round and hug you to death because it's just the most delicious news ever!' Rachel said, he voice an octave or so higher than usual.

The next morning, Kurt had awoken to the sound of his cell, chirping unlawfully cheerily in his ear. He scanned caller ID and saw Rachel's name flashing brightly on the screen. After a brief spout of rather crude complaints he answered, and had spent the last 15 minutes spouting off details about he and Blaine.

'Delicious, huh? I guess that's one word I could use…' Kurt said, his smirk incredibly audible, even over the phone

'Sooo… tell me more… tell me more... did you get very far?' Rachel teased. '...tell me more... tell me more, like does he have a-'

'This is not the time to spout musicals at me Ms Hudson.' Kurt wasn't sure how to explain exactly what happened. Rachel knew he had a crush on Blaine, and had done ever since she'd seen them sing together in the theatre all those weeks ago. 'We just kissed, it was purely professional, we just wanted to piss India off, and we succeeded and I got to kiss his delectable lips, so it should have beenwin win really.'

There, that was ok right. Not too far from the truth. Rachel didn't need to know about the strange looks Blaine had been giving him after they kissed, she didn't need to know that Kurt had almost cried himself to sleep that night when he got home because he knew Blaine was just acting and felt nothing, Rachel didn't need to-

'I don't know what to do Rachel.' He suddenly bawled, his voice breaking as tears began to pool in his eyes. 'I should be happy, I have the best friends in the world, and my dream job, I have an amazing house and a closet larger than my entire bedroom was in Lima, but I'm still depressed.'

'Oh Kurt-' Rachel cooed. Knowing he was due for this mini breakdown for a while. She had been in contact with Mel (who she had befriended at one of Kurt's many gala's) who was keeping tabs on the Kurt and Blaine stance for her ever since the 'dress and tie' incident.

'I just...if really really like Blaine. He's the best friend I could possibly wish for, but that's all it's going to really be. Even with this whole fake dating thing we're doing-'

'Wait, what do you mean 'Fake Dating', What's happened Kurt? I think, as a prominent member of the Kurt Hummel appreciation society, I deserve to be informed of such occurrences.'

Kurt proceeded to spill all. About how he had used what India said to his advantage, so that he could pretend to date Blaine, and so he had an excuse to be all doe-eyed around his curly haired friend.

'I just... He didn't feel anything Rachel. We kissed, and I felt amazing, like Christmas, my birthday, thanksgiving and the 4th of July all rolled into one. And then as soon as I pulled away, he just looked a little stunned, then he backed away and kept shooting me weird looks for the rest of the day. I – I can't handle it. He must have hated it, and just...he's humouring me. I don't want his pity. I want his...'

He trailed off, letting his voice crack as the sobs reeked through him. He wanted Blaine. Just Blaine. He wanted to come home after work to Blaine, and sit with him and watch movies or cook dinner for him, or go to parties with him, or go to sleep with him by his side.

But Blaine didn't want that. Did he?

He was quite happy with the current relationship, the stupid friendship. FRIENDSHIP

xXx

'-No Steph. We leave in a few days... No it's not far... the first shows are still in NY. No...I kno- Yes, Kurt said you can come...Pfft...I sure as hell ain't paying fo' yo' plane tickets...Yes I did just go ghetto on you...how dare you...I can be ghetto if I want...you mock me Madame...stop it...I am not a prep kid... I. Am. Not...oh I see how it is...says the woman who's dating a gavel wielding psychopath...he is believe me, there was this time with a duck and-...yes you do need to know...you called me a prep...oh you started this...I did nothing...go away...I'll talk later...now pass me over to Wes, you fool...I resent that...pass me-thank you...I love you too. Bye...good bye...Wes?...Steph...give it to We- Wesley, your finally here!'

'Yes Blaine. Here at last. Had a bit of trouble getting the lady to hand the phone over' Wes said, laughing as Steph cursed him in the background.

'She says to tell you, that you are, and I quote. 'Still a prep school boy, and she does not appreciate such horrific use of grammar from such a usually stuck up pompous hobbit.' '

'How very lovely.' Blaine chuckled. 'How are things going with you and Stephy-kins over there?'

'I heard that Blaine,' Came Steph's calls from the other end.

'Sorry about that.' Wes hissed, half heartedly covering the phones receiver as he muttered something to Steph. Eventually, after a few kisses, she agreed to leave the room, giving the two boys some much needed privacy.

'She's great.' Wes sighed, a slightly goofy grin embracing his face. 'Still as rambunctious as ever, but as David keeps telling me, she keeps me under toe. We're approaching the 5 year mark. It calls for a huge celebration, but I've got a while left, so time to plan a fancy shindig. Maybe get some of you famous folk back in to serenade her for me. That is if you and your elusive friend Mr Hummel aren't away doing the dirty in some studio' Wes smirked as Blaine chuckled to himself on the other end.

'On the subject of Kurt, that is actually why I called.' Blaine sighed.

'Well, I had already established it wasn't to debate your badass-ghetto-ness with my girlfriend...and it usually is something about Kurt...but with the sombre tone in play...would you care to explain?' Wes said, sitting himself down on his red leather couch, preparing for a long and probably tedious discussion of Kurt's good looks and charm.

'Ok. So you know Kurt?'

'Well I have never had the pleasure of meeting the man, but from the amount you and Steph have collectively told me I feel like I've known him from birth...'

'No need to be snarky. I need some honest advice here.'

'Fine. To answer your question...yes...I know Kurt.'

'Thank you, now are you going to behave?'

'Ok, I shall be as nice and honest as I can be. Just for you my little Blainers.'

'Don't push it- I'll go find Davi-'

'Fine fine. I'll shut up. Now talk man, talk.'

'Right. So...to cut to the chase...he and I...are dating.' Blaine said, taking a huge gulp of air as the last word punctuated his speech.

The line rang silent for a moment.

'If you're dating how come I can't hear any screams or hyperventilating or random outbursts of inappropriate love songs?'

'Because...and here is where my problem stems...it's not real.'

'I don't follow.' Wes said simply. Blaine proceeded to explain all to Wes. About how he and Kurt agreed to this to help boost his popularity and help sell his new single ('I heard about that. Mr recording contract you. Congrats are in order Blainers. Although I weep at the way I found out through my girlfriend. You should have called, we could have partied...with Mr Bangy*...ok, no he could stay at home and house sit.')

'...and essentially, I have got to go to and star in his shows in NY, Florida and god knows where else. I have to dress in his clothes, walk down his runway, fly in his plane and live just a wall away from him in every hotel we stay in. All the while, pretending to love him, whilst pretending that I don't... when I do.'

'I don't understand why this is a problem. You like him. In fact, I get the pleasure of hearing how much you like him every time we speak. This way you'll be with him loads, and you get to act all lovey-dovey-cutesy-Blaine without anyone complaining. Why is that a problem?'

'Because...' Blaine said, his voice breaking slightly. 'It isn't real.'

The latter part was more of a whispered confession than an answer. He was in love with Kurt, and all he wanted was for his feelings to be recognised as real. (And hopefully reciprocated)

'Blaine...' Wes said, dejectedly, as his friends hurt came in vibes down the phone.

'I just... All I want is to be able to do these things...to hug him... to kiss him...to call him my boyfriend... and now I can...but I just...i can't feel the same way as I want.' A small sniff was heard as Blaine wiped at his eyes.

'It isn't real. Anything I do now...it'll just be part of an act...there will be no true emotions...I just sit there as part of the scenery, watching everything play out whilst I wish I could have a main part. He'll be doing the same as me...and not out of choice...not because he wants to...but because he feels obligated too. I mean, he volunteered but... I just...I just wish it could be real Wes.' he laughed without mirth 'I wish I could perform at his shows, then dash off stage and kiss him, and it would be real, there would be true, raw emotions rather than a plastered on poker face and a pose for the cameras. Now, anything I do, he'll think is fake...i couldn't make any form of move now because we won't know what's real. And even if I try...it'll all fall to pieces. I'll never know if he reciprocates of if he's acting. I can't ask him about it because that could screw over our entire friendship, and he's my boss, so my career would vanish, and I would have nothing. What if I mistook one of his acts for real, then said something stupid. I could and probably would, lose everything!'

Wes remained silent, wondering if Blaine was going to continue, or if he should intervene with some of his motivational speeches. (all straight from the pages of Cosmo's self help section...but no one needed to know that right?)

'...I just...' Blaine gave a heavy sigh, and sniffed sombrely. 'I need to buck my ideas up, don't I Wes?' Blaine said finally, though in an entirely rhetorical sense.

'I need to get out there, and work on all this, get my career launched, and try and make something of myself. Then, should this dating thing work, and I become popular, we can break it off and go back to being friends, no problems caused...but...if something...more...happens...then we can just see where that goes. I will NOT, let my feelings get in the way of my life, you hear me Wes, I will NOT'

Wes chuckled silently to himself at Blaine miraculous attitude change.

'You do that Blainers! I wish you luck, and every happiness, with Kurt or without.'

'Thank you Wes.' Blaine said, in mock cheeriness. 'I'm gonna go. Thank you for talking to me. Sorry for my little emotional breakdown. I will strive to be more stable next time we speak. Give my love to Steph.'

'Will do Blaine. Love you man.'

Blaine snorted. 'Bye Wes.' Then the dial tone sounded out.

Wes sighed and slumped back into the folds of the couch. God help those two men, they were going to get themselves into something far too big, he was sure of it.

'Steph.' He called out into the silence. 'Tephie?'

'What is it Wes?' came the reply, in a sing song manner.

'When you next see the boys, can you please tell Blaine and Kurt to shut up and make out! Else all this sexual tension is going to kill us. Now with them dating-'

'DATING?' She half shrieked, her eyes bugging out of her skull as she poked her head round the door.

'It's a long story. Siddown.' He said, summoning her over with open arms. 'We'll be here for a while.'

TBC...