Well, I lied. Once again I have failed to write more than a couple of hours in a chapter. But, for the first time, I am really happy with this chapter. As in, every time I read it I squeal. I know that isn't very good, to go fangirl over your own work, but I don't care! I am so happy at the minute, because the feedback I have already got for this chapter is so positive! I sent it to Coatsy and told her to give me a commentary, and her excitement levels gradually increased as she went along :) She is a fabulous beta, and a brilliant friend. Without her, I would never have dreamed about writing T&C. Hell, I probably wouldn't even be watching Glee! Well, apart from the Warbler scenes, of course!

For anybody who reads Something's Coming but doesn't read True Colours (silly people), you may not be aware that IThinkILeftMyBoatOutside is currently on hiatus. I know, I cried too. But she promises me that this is a good thing. Plus, I am kind of her beta so get to read her things anyway... YAY! But, she will be back soon. So, yeah, just to let you know...

I have a message for Sam: Get. An. Account. There are loads of people who have ff accounts but never publish anything. Some then go on to write and publish some stuff, but if you really don't want to, it'd still be great for you to be able to favourite and review stories. For example, I only give 10p if it is a signed review. And then, if you change your mind later on, you can upload something! Pweas do it? For me?

For all of you who have read, favourited, alerted or reviewed Ijsoh, THANK YOU! I was texting Coatsy and was hysterical when it was nearly 50 views. I said that I'd go mad if it reached 100 views before midnight EST. I reached 250 views before midnight EST! I cannot thank you guys enough. I would give you all hugs if I could!

The biggest thank you, however, has to go to Lydia. She has been my best friend for five incredible years. I know she always used to get annoyed when I would go on about Glee, or the Warblers, or Klaine. But she put up with it. And now, when she moved all the way to Aussieland just to get away from me (teehee!) she tells me that I may have converted her! She even wants to read T&C in school, or at night as her bedtime reading. Lyd, I cannot begin to tell you how much that means to me. You may not understand everything that happens in this chapter, but I hope my quick explanation on Skype helped somewhat. Just... thank you. You believe in me and that means the world. Oh, and I know you're not the emotional wreck that I've become recently, but if you start tearing up while reading this in school... sorry? Just tell everyone that your best friend is too awesome ;)

Right. Erm, where was I?

There is bad language in this chapter. I feel like I shouldn't have to say it, but I guess that's because I am so used to swearing myself. Everyone who sees me thinks me innocent. Mwahaha! They be so wrong!

This is a long A/N, isn't it? I suppose I'd better just leave you to read it! Enjoy, and review!

Story so far...

Kurt's birthday happiness bubble was shattered after he and Blaine went shopping and Blaine bumped into Sebastian. There ensued the Silent Treatment as Blaine tried to get his thoughts straight and Kurt looked on, helplessly. After Blaine decides to sleep on the sofa, Kurt goes to bed in tears and Blaine, hearing this, gets into bed and holds him close...

-*T&C*-

Kurt loved his job; he really did. But he loved Sundays more.

Kurt had started as a visual assistant for Tommy Bahama in Columbus, but very quickly climbed the ranks to reach his current position as retail visual manager. He was very lucky with his hours; he went in for 9:15 every morning, then broke for lunch at 11:30. He had to be back at the store by 12:45, to work through to 4, when he could return home and wait for Blaine, who'd usually come in at about 5:30. While Blaine had to work Monday to Friday, with the odd weekend here and there, Kurt worked Monday through to Wednesday, then had most the week off before having to go back to work on Saturdays. As a result, the two barely saw each other during the day unless Dalton was on vacation or Kurt felt like travelling a bit in his lunch break (Easton was on the north side of Columbus, anyway). Sundays were the only days they had fully to themselves. Every week they'd do something special, to celebrate being together. This week, Kurt had been really looking forward to it, wondering what on earth Blaine could do to top the Friday night. Now, he was dreading it. He considered ringing up Gina and asking her if she wanted to hang out. They had started working at Tommy Bahama on the same day and had remained close friends ever since. Apart from the guys in New Directions, 'Blaine and the Pips' and, obviously, Blaine himself, Gina was Kurt's closest friend. Even the fact that Kurt had practically become her boss did not upset Gina at all. Quite the opposite in fact; she was glad that he had made a name for himself. For her, this had always been a temporary job before the man of her dreams came and swept her off her feet. Of course, that was three years ago. She was still waiting.

Kurt opened his eyes for the first time that Sunday morning to see Blaine's naked chest. It was still stained with glistening tear tracks and Kurt could feel a pair of lips still pressed deeply into his hairline. He smiled sadly. Perhaps the nightmare that was yesterday was simply that: yesterday. Maybe Blaine would tell him what was wrong and the two of them could work it out, together. It was a possibility that he wouldn't have to contact Gina, and the Sunday that he dreamed of would be no different. He allowed a proper, albeit hopeful, smile alight upon his face, removing his head from where it had been resting under Blaine's chin and lips. His boyfriend stirred.

"Nngghfhh..." Blaine complained at the loss of contact, rearranging his arms to pull Kurt's head back towards his lips and giving his forehead a short but tender kiss before his eyes flickered open. He smiled, seeing his boyfriend's messy bed head when he was usually so particular about his hair. Kurt grinned back, inwardly breathing a sigh of relief. Blaine's eyes searched Kurt's face, taking in every contour, every line, every... tear? Blaine's face fell as he remembered the events if the previous day. His face now raw and emotionless, he peeled his arms away from the tight grip they had had around Kurt and stumbled out of bed, towards the wardrobe to grab some clothes quickly before leaving the room.

Kurt sat bolt upright. "Blaine!?" When the only reply he received was the sound of water running in the shower in the main bathroom, Kurt broke down again. What had he done? Why didn't Blaine tell him what he had done wrong? He brushed the back of his wrist furiously across his face, smudging his tears. This couldn't go on. He forbade himself from crying any more, threw the covers off of himself and plodded into the ensuite to have his own shower. He'd call Gina when he got out.

"And you don't know what's up?"

It was two hours later, and Kurt was sitting in his favourite cafe, clutching desperately at the mug in his hands. Being a regular, the owners had got bored of wasting paper cups on him, and he came in so often that it seemed his own mug was only fair. It was pale blue in colour and had rows of different emoticons, now worn through age.

"No. No, I don't," Kurt admitted, sadly. "He was fine when he left to get the bowties. I've checked my phone a thousand times to check if I missed a call or something, but no. He could have met his dad in there, but his parents haven't been near Columbus for years; besides, he'd tell me about it. He wouldn't've been angry if they weren't in stock, just maybe a bit disappointed. I really don't know what's wrong, G!" He slammed his elbow on to the table and rested his cheek on his fist, staring at the table.

Gina reached out and held the hand that was still clutching his coffee mug. "Hey... I'm sure he'll tell you when he's ready?"

Kurt nodded bluntly. "Yeah. But I want to help him be ready. What is the point in saying I'm always there for him when something like this happens and he shuts me out?"

"Sometimes people just don't know how lucky they are to have someone to help them through, clearly Blaine included. Or perhaps he thinks you need protecting."

"I can take care of myself."

"Hey, I know you can. But it doesn't stop the fact that he loves you and doesn't want any harm to come to you, 'kay?"

"Yeah, I s'pose."

Gina grinned. "Now, you need to tell me all about Friday night, okay? And leave nothing out! I want to hear about every second. Gimme the gory details, come on!"

Kurt smiled, blushed, and rolled his eyes. "Every detail?"

Blaine had managed to get out of the house while Kurt was in the shower. His boyfriend always took ages to look perfect, but it always worked. He loved to see him fresh out of the shower; hair damp and smelling of raspberries. This morning, though, he couldn't stay and see him; his brain was still going mad with thoughts about the Dalton Ice Queen. He had managed to get out of the apartment quickly after his own shower, running his fingers through his unkempt curls whilst deciding where to go. He'd decided on the park, and made his way there with his hands buried deep inside his pockets.

Now, sitting on the park bench, Blaine heard the sweet sound of birdsong as he let his mind drift to much darker subjects. He remembered being blinded by the tall Warbler on the run-up to Valentines' Day. But that was nice Sebastian. He remembered after Dave had attempted to take his life, how the Warbler had suggested a truce. That was false Sebastian. He remembered after Kurt had left and he was forever waiting for texts for him. His phone was constantly going off in lessons, but the sender wasn't Kurt. Kurt wouldn't send messages like "He's finally gone? Good riddance! Your friend Sebastian told me about the two of you. Is it true?" or "Your bags are outside. Don't call in when you pick them up."

Kicked out of his home, he had had nowhere to go. He couldn't even afford to stay in a cheap motel as his dad had kept all of his money. Mr Schue had caught him one morning before school in a nearby bus shelter. He'd only been living rough for a couple of nights, but the teacher acted like it had been for six years. He forbade him from going back, and insisted that he stay with him and the new Mrs Schue. He'd found it awkward at first, but soon grew to love it there. Until Sebastian found out.

He'd come to spy on Blaine after hearing that he'd been kicked out. When he'd found out that he was living with not just one teacher, but two, Sebastian had the power to end everything: the careers of Mr Schue and Ms Pillsbury, the school life of Blaine, the possibility of Blaine's future successes, Glee club at McKinley High, everything. And although ignoring Sebastian would have been lovely, it simply wasn't an option. While giving in to his numerous and ridiculous demands didn't sound wise, in truth it was the only option available in Blaine's mind...

"No way! He actually arranged all that for you?"

Kurt nodded, a huge smile on his face.

"Wow. You're one lucky bitch to have him as a boyfriend! I wish I had someone as great as him..." She stared off into space, her newly refilled coffee cup releasing steam to blur Kurt's view of her dreamful face slightly. Kurt himself let his brain visit a dreamworld too, reliving every detail of what he hadn't got round to telling Gina about. However, their dreams were both rudely interrupted as a boy, possibly sixteen years old, walked past their table.

"Redhead!"

Gina's attention snapped to the boy. "Captain Obvious!"

Kurt pitted society. She couldn't walk down a street without some idiot yelling "redhead!" after her. They clearly had no eyes; her hair was very definitely not red. It couldn't have been more orange if it came from a bottle! She merely sighed now and shrugged to Kurt, acting nonchalant. Kurt could tell that inside, she was hurting.

Blaine had thought long and hard about what to do for their Sunday treat to better Friday night, but hadn't come up with anything. In the end he had decided that they would just spend a snugly day on the sofa watching DVDs. But, yeah, that idea kind of went down the pan. His mind got lost again in that dear time when he had realised his feelings for Kurt. It had taken the death of a beautiful bird to make him come to his sentences. "Poor Pav," he said to nobody in particular; possibly one of the children who were playing with a football about ten yards away. But mainly to the heavens, where, if he believed in God, he knew Kurt's beloved yellow-feathered friend would be singing his heart out. Listening to Kurt singing 'Blackbird' had lit up his world. Without that song, he wouldn't be living with his brilliant boyfriend, playing manager to one of the most successful show choirs in Ohio. He loved Kurt. He was lucky to have him.

A smile played with Blaine's features as he sat and thought. He was lucky. And Kurt deserved to have a happy boyfriend. Sure, this situation wasn't ideal. Sebastian would always be a black cloud threatening the happiness of their lives. But Kurt didn't need to know that. But, Kurt did need to know that he was loved. And, quite suddenly, Blaine knew what was going to be special about this Sunday and he leapt up to arrange it.

"So, no special Sunday treat yet then?"

"No. And to be honest, I doubt that I'll even be getting one. I mean, I spent the morning asleep and the afternoon here, with you."

Gina pouted. "Am I not good enough for you?"

Kurt was saved from answering by his phone bleeping from his pocket. He pulled it out and read the screen. "It's from Finn. He's just checking that I remembered about the- shit! Reunion!"

"Reunion?"

Kurt remained staring at the screen in mild panic, before physically shaking himself and looking up. "New Directions. We get together once a year and this year was set for next weekend. I'd booked the Saturday off work and Blaine the Friday. I was really looking forward to it, but I'm not any more, not if he's going to continue refusing to talk to me!"

Gina looked at Kurt sympathetically and rested her hands on one of his, squeezing gently. "I think it's time for you to go home. Just let him talk. And if he doesn't, force him to." Kurt still didn't seem convinced. "If there is one thing I know about Blaine, it's that he loves you and hates to see you hurt. Besides, I am bored of sad-Kurt. I want my love-struck loon back!"

They laughed at that and said their goodbyes, hugging outside the shop and then Gina turned right while Kurt went left. On the short walk home, Kurt planned what he was going to say when he saw Blaine and how he could cope with the situation he was met with.

"Kurt! Kurt! Come here! I'm in the lounge!" Blaine's excited-puppy voice travelled down the hall and Kurt raised an amused eyebrow. So, it would seem that the silent treatment is no more. He is back to his normal, bouncy self. "Very bouncy," Kurt mumbled as he spotted a layer of seeds on the floor of the hallway. He made his way to the lounge to the sound of... chirping?

"Blaine? What in the world is going on? The entrance hall is lined with seeds and- what are you doing with that window?"

The younger boy looked sheepish as he turned around, standing in exactly the right place to obscure Kurt's view. "It's your Sunday treat!" He stepped out of the way to reveal what he had been hiding. There, on a table now placed next to the window, sat a birdcage with a bright yellow canary in it.

"He's called Bocelli."

Okay. So, what do you think? Please please please review! It makes me happy, and that makes me write better, and that makes... oh, you know what I mean! Just do it!

If you have never heard of the name Bocelli before, he is an Italian opera singer, like Pavarotti. Google him if you want to know more about him, or don't if you don't. He is simply a namesake.

For those of you who have asked for the next installment of Ijsoh, I have got ideas for it, but I probably won't start writing it for a while as I had holiday homework which I still haven't done! However, I've been writing some drabbles which I shall post soon, on days when Coatsy or I aren't uploading anything else. For karatekid1018, the story I told you about will be one of the first to be uploaded.

I am thinking about rewriting ch1. I just feel that it is a bit boring and we see a not very pleasant side of Kurt. Can I please hear your opinions on this, please?

For any of you who are interested, It just sort of happened has currently got 356 views, and Tears & Cookies 1,546. I have just realised that I haven't explained why I called it that... I shall try and get it in a future chapter, but for now, know that I named it before I read Dalton, or even saw the Box Scene (which, by the way, was EPIC).

I swear these chapters keep getting longer... and these author's notes too, actually!

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!

I never feel like I do enough for charities. Sure, all my old stuff goes to Cancer Research and I am always in the charity shops in my town. But I want to just go up to collection pots and put money in. So, for every review I get for this story, I will donate 10p to a charity. If you have a favourite, please let me know in your review and I'll see what I can do. Let's see how much we can donate, eh?

Well, if you got this far, I believe I owe you more chapters! But, for now, just complete the sentence "I am lucky because..." and put it in your review.