Happy Wednesday everyone!

Dinner that night was with Cooper and his brother's new girlfriend (flavor of the week; she'll be gone by the end of the night). Blaine didn't know if he should bring up his gay crisis or not. It wasn't that Cooper was homophobic; really he was very nice to people who have been gay. But he knew that if he brought up his attraction to a guy, it wouldn't go over smoothly. Mostly because although Cooper was nice to the gays, his dad had not, and he didn't know if Cooper would treat him like dirt if he found out.

So instead of asking Cooper for help or bringing it up, he bit his tongue and joked around with Cara (or Cathrine or whatever her name was: like he said she'll be gone soon) and listened to Cooper bitch and moan about the sons of bitches who keep trying to take his job at Blaine's former company. Even if Blaine had left, he still knew exactly the people Cooper was talking about. They had come in every day claiming that they could play the role of narcissistic self-involved husband who eventually just keeps ordering his wife flowers online because he's an idiot.

Blaine loves his brother, but only he is able to play someone like that considering that's who he really is.

It's only after Cooper's left that Blaine's able to give thought to what he talked to Santana about, able to think about Kurt and the way the sun had hit his neck as he looked back from leashing Cupcake and-

Oh wow. Blaine looks down to his waist to see himself sporting a woodie.

This wasn't the first time that he had gotten a random boner; actually it would've been weird if it WAS. The weird part for him was...well...it was the first time that it had happened because of just thinking about a specific person. Or rather, a guy. This was also the first time that he didn't have to think of sex just to pop one.

Oh great now he's thinking about what sex with Kurt would be like. What sounds Kurt would make as Blaine-

Wait. How do two guys have sex?

Blaine knew the basics of it: penis enters ass, thrust until they come. It's just...that can't be all that guys do in bed.

Cupcake barked from beside him in bed, interrupting his thoughts. He blinked and looked down at her, frowning, "What? It's not like you'd know."

She yapped happily and wagged her tail. Blaine sighed and put one of his hands on her head and started scratching her ears. Content, she sat her head down and closed her eyes. Blaine turned his attention back to his laptop, sitting currently on his legs. He needed to do some research.

The next day, Blaine was at the bench to meet Kurt a little earlier than he was supposed to. Well, a little earlier meant he was there at 11:00 when they weren't supposed to meet until 12:30, but Blaine was excited to see Kurt again. He had dreamt of Kurt the entire night, and they weren't even that inappropriate. He just dreamt of holding Kurt's hand and taking out to dinner and typical relationship things.

He still had a boner when he woke up the next morning, but still.

He folded his already read newspaper and looked behind him to see how Cupcake was doing. She seemed to be just napping in the sun, which was a step up from the constant pulling and barking she had been doing on the way to the bench and once he sat on the bench.

He checked his watch. 12:06.

Great he not only read his newspaper but did the crossword and the Sudoku puzzle, and he was still going to be just sitting here bored while he waits for this guy.

Blaine thought back to his previous encounters with Kurt, and a stunning realization came to him: Was Kurt even gay? He was impeccably dressed, sure, but Blaine was the first to admit that clothes do not make the gay. And sure, Blaine had been into fashion before this, but he wasn't necessarily so into fashion that he knew specific designers or anything like that.

He sighed and unfolded his newspaper again. He needed something to do, and maybe there was something in the news articles that he missed.

He heard a familiar bark from his right, and soon he had a small husky trying to jump into his lap.

"Carreras!" Blaine heard Kurt shout nearby, and Blaine internally sighed in relief. Kurt had shown. "Leave poor Blaine alone."

Blaine chuckled and patted Carreras on the head, "That's alright, Kurt. He's just saying hi."

He looked to Kurt and saw that he was dressed as fabulously as he was yesterday. He felt his tongue recede into his throat as he took in all of Kurt's appearance. He was wearing blue skintight jeans; they seemed to be tighter than yesterdays, and a white t-shirt that just clung to his chest. Over that, he wore a vest that looked like the front of a pinstriped vest. And when he turned to tie Carrera's leash to the bench, he saw that Kurt's vest didn't wrap completely around him like vests normally do.

"He doesn't normally just jump on people though." Kurt explained. He sat next to Blaine and looked at the newspaper in his hand, "Been here long?"

"Huh?" Blaine was still admiring the new pair of boots he was wearing today, so he almost completely missed the question, "Oh, no, not really, just decided to come a little early," He lifted his newspaper to show what he could possibly be doing early, "Light reading."

Kurt's lips quirked to a smile, but he didn't question Blaine's reading, "So! Any questions you'd like to ask me?"

After that, they feel into a pretty comfortable routine. Every day, around 12:10 (some days earlier, some days later) they'd meet at the familiar bench and talk about their dogs. At least, that's how the conversations usually started. Soon, though, their topics would turn to Kurt's career as a free-lance singer ("Weddings, bar mitzvah's mostly. Although once I was the back-up for a big baseball game once."), his crazy roommate ("Rachel; she's always trying to set me up!"), Blaine's former career, his crazy brother. Soon, they stopped even pretending to talk about their dogs first, jumping right into their comfortable chats.

Blaine loved this.

About a month after Carreras bounded into Blaine and he got to meet Kurt, he found out that Kurt himself was gay.

Blaine wasn't sure up to this point, and it was driving him crazy when he wasn't around him. He didn't want to be having these weird thoughts with somebody else who was completely straight; that would just be weird.

Never mind the fact that he was straight.

Or, well, he wasn't quite sure what he was yet. A week ago he bit the bullet and ordered one of those generic gay porn videos, and it had yet to arrive. Maybe watching something like that would help him decide…

Plus, he was still a little fuzzy on how guys had sex.

Anyways, this tidbit was discovered on accident. They were sitting on their familiar bench, talking about the other actors who were trying to take Cooper's job away ("Seriously Cooper Anderson is your brother?!" Kurt exclaimed) when suddenly there was a shout from behind Blaine.

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel!"

Kurt cringed at the sight of this guy, but Blaine didn't even get a chance to react before the guy came and sat right in between Blaine and Kurt. He appeared to be Blaine's height, and he wore a ridiculous hipster looking hat. He had on coke bottle glasses and he was dressed to look fashionable, but trying too hard.

"Kurtie, I was wondering where you were last week." The man pouted, "It's not often that I get Fridays off to go see you sing…"

Kurt glanced at Blaine, and the man turned to look at him, "Oh, hello!" He stuck his hand out, "My name's Chandler. What's yours?"

"…Blaine?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and tapped the man on the shoulder, "Warning predator gay, leave the poor guy alone."

Chandler turned back to Kurt, the pout returning, "But Kurrrrrtieeeeee it's been ages since I've had fun-"

"Chandler."

He huffed but he finally stopped pouting, "Fine." He smiled again and rested one of his hands on Kurt's thigh, "When can I see you sing sweetums?"

Blaine felt the jealousy rise up his throat, but he was quick to look away and try to ignore it. He didn't have a say or the right to butt into Kurt's romantic life.

"Well, I'll text you Chandler." Kurt replied, but Blaine noted the lack of warmth in his tone.

"Thank you!" Chandler turned himself so he was looking at Blaine again, "It was nice to meet you handsome."

"GO." Kurt said behind him. Blaine could swear he felt the chill roll off of Kurt, but Chandler didn't seem to notice or care.

"See ya later Kurtie!" He sang as he bounced away from them.

It was an awkward couple minutes before Blaine cleared his throat and muttered, "Friend of yours?"

"More like 'ex' of mine." Kurt scoffed, "He can't seem to get it in his mind that we've broken u-" Kurt's face paled and without warning, he started to fidget, "Uhhh yea, so, I'm gay, in case you didn't notice so…um…if you wanted to just never see me again because of it I'd understand because not everyone likes gays but I hope you're not like the other guys and you'd say-"

"Kurt." Blaine just stated, stopping Kurt's rambling. "I don't care."

Well he did care, he just shouldn't.

Kurt sighed in relief, "Oh, well, that's good."

Blaine bristled, "I…don't like him though."

Kurt threw his head back in a laugh, "Why?"

"He's…" Blaine tried to find a word to explain him, "Intense."

"Hmm." Kurt pursed his lips, "That he is. He's also very gay." He eyed Blaine, "Is that what you mean?"

"No!" Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands and rested them gently in his lap, "Not at all. He's just kind of out there and it's kind of a turn-off to me."

Blaine looked down to his hands and realized exactly what he had done and he let go of Kurt's hands quickly. He saw a look cross Kurt's face, and Blaine hoped that it was disappointment, but his brain said it was more likely relief.

"So, you...don't have a problem with me being gay?" Kurt asked tentatively, ducking his head down to avoid looking at Blaine.

Blaine nodded, "No problem. After all, you kind of named my dog, I can't have a problem with the guy that saved my dog from being named 'Mrs. Anderson.'"

Kurt giggled, and looked back up, "I suppose you can't."