Hi! I just got back from PGL and am very tired but am uploading this for you. The A/N at the end of this was written before I went away, this is written now. The change in mood is rather dramatic. As soon as this is uploaded I'm going to go to bed to a) sleep and b) cry. Plus I've got NCS in the morning so am still going to be shattered. I've also had loads of inspiration for stories and chapters but have lost it. I don't feel up to do anything. I've written the next chapter but could well take a break after this if things don't look up. Life without the news, eh?

VERY IMPORTANT NOTICE: Hello. Did you go to PGL for NCS? I know you did, I-might-BE-slightly-INSANE, but did anyone else? On the first night, when we all had to write an interesting fact about ourselves, somebody wrote "I read gay fanfiction". I am dying to know who it was, and if, by some miracle, they read T&C. So, if it was you, please send me a PM or a review - I do accept unsigned reviews, so I even if you don't have an account, please please PLEASE drop me a line?

Sexual references at the end in preparation for smut next chapter.

Story so far...

Back in Columbus, Kurt has a nightmare about Blaine cheating on him, prompting Blaine to have an epiphany: he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Kurt. Here ensues a few days of fluff and some cute Warbler scenes, culminating in Greg, the Dalton headmaster, telling Blaine about Rings-N-Things in Columbus and offers to go with him after school on Wednesday...

-*T&C*-

"Hobbie?"

"Thank you for doing this for me, Greg. I'm so thankful. You're too kind."

Blaine grumbled. "Yeah, that too."

His boss laughed. "I'll stop calling you Hobbie if you promise me an invite to the wedding of the year."

Blaine raised an oversized eyebrow. "I hardly think it's going to be that. But yes, of course you're coming. If he says yes. But, Hobbie? Where did that come from?"

"Curly hair and short. Face it, you're a Hobbit."

"You really need to get out more."

Greg raised his hands in a mock surrender. "Sorr-ee! I think you forget we don't all have partners glued to our hips."

"Oh, God mate. I'm sorry. Forget about Sonia. What she did was-"

"I'm well aware of what she did, thank you, Blaine."

Blaine winced at the change of tone of Dalton's headmaster. "I-"

"Hey, forget about it. I, er, actually found someone."

Blaine's eyes widened. "Seriously? I'm happy for you!"

Greg laughed, all previous uneasiness dispersed. "I know you are. Thanks mate. Anyway, are we going or what?"

The men got into their respective cars and pulled out of the gates to the school. Greg's BMW led the way and Blaine followed the red convertible down the road to Columbus. The older driver knew where he was going, often leaving the younger struggling to watch him turn a corner and hurry to catch up.

After twenty minutes of driving, Greg pulled into the carpark of an arcade of shops, climbing out. Blaine pulled in next to him, turning the engine off to hear a satisfying silence.

"Come on slowcoach!" Greg was already striding away as Blaine opened his door. He laughed. Anybody would think it were his boss ring shopping, and not him at all!

He followed the older man into a shop, looking down to brush his feet on the mat inside and up again to see... Terri?

"Hey there Mr Jones! What can I do for you?"

"I'm actually here for my friend, Terri. He is going to propose but, obviously, needs a ring."

"Oh, hi. I didn't see you there. You've come to the right place! What sort of thing were you thinking of, honey bear?"

"I'm not really sure, Honey Badger."

Immediately Terri's eyes darkened. "How do you know?"

Blaine chuckled. "Hey, that night is long forgotten. No grudges, I promise."

The truth suddenly dawned on Terri. "A Night of Neglect."

"Yep."

"No grudges?"

"No grudges. I'm Blaine, by the way."

"Okay." She returned her sickly sweet smile to her mouth and took a breath. "Right, Blaine. What sort of thing are you looking for?"

"I'm not sure, really."

Terri pondered. "Something stunning or simple or personal?"

"Perhaps personal?"

Terri nodded. "What colour eyes does she have?"

Greg raised a finger, trying to stop her but realised he was too late and instead brought the hand down to rub his chin. Blaine simply laughed and licked his lips. "He has these lovely blue green grey eyes. They're always changing colour. I don't see how this could help…?"

Terri looked mortified. "You're the gay one?" Blaine nodded. "But I thought you had straight, chestnut-coloured hair? Why is it now so dark? And wasn't your skin really pale?"

Blaine laughed again. "That's Kurt. I'm not Kurt. I'm the one he brought with him that night. The one from Dalton Academy?"

Once again, the woman looked rightfully embarrassed. "I'm so sorry. Hey, you've been together a long time!"

Blaine smiled reminiscently. "Yeah… yeah we have."

Terri let the room ponder for a few seconds before diving into a drawer, rummaging through and emerging with an "aha!"

"How about this sort of thing?" She returned from the drawer brandishing a tray of white gold rings with multiple gemstones and dropping it on the counter. She passed her fingers over the rings and then dived down to pick one up. She held it out for the dark-haired boy to inspect.

Blaine looked at it. It was slight and effeminate. Too much so, probably. Set in the metal were two gems; one blue and one orange. Their eye colours, he realised. The colours of tears and cookies. He twisted it in his fingers. "I… like it…"

"You don't sound too sure?"

"It's just…" He struggled to find the right words. "…not Kurt."

She cocked her head. "How so?"

"Too feminine?"

"Well I'm afraid we don't have too many gays coming in here, this being Ohio and all."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Blaine, mate, you want me to text him? Tell him I've stolen you?"

He turned to his boss. "Thanks. That'd be great."

Greg nodded and fished his phone out of his jacket pocket while Blaine turned back to Terri.

"Have you got any plain bands?"

Terri sighed, sounding disappointed, but found a second drawer of rings nonetheless. She ran her fingers over them, gesturing as she explained.

"These are yellow gold and go better with warm skin tones. White gold, and platinum, both being good for cool skin tones. Plain, engraved with Celtic patterns, waves, links, assorted others, also text. And you can engrave a short message on the inside of any of these rings, an example shown… here."

A sharp bleep interrupted her. Greg apologised, laughed, and passed the phone to Blaine.

"I have kidnapped your boyfriend. You have to give him a good reason to return or I'll keep him here forever. And he replied I love him and I'm horny. Enough reasons?" Blaine burst into laughter and handed the phone back, holding a hand awkwardly to the side of his head. "I suppose I'd better get back then. Wouldn't want him worrying."

Greg snorted in a very un-headmaster-of-Dalton-like way. "You conniving bastard. You just want the sex, don't you?"

Blaine blushed deeply. "I'd hate to keep him waiting."

Terri coughed embarrassedly. "Do I take it that you'll be going then?"

Blaine turned to her apologetically. "Yeah, I'm sorry. It's just… nothing is perfect. And it needs to be. Because he is. You have some great stuff here, but, just, yeah. Nothing quite right I'm afraid."

Terri nodded. "No, fine, I understand. I wish you all the best for finding one."

"Thanks."

"Bye Mr Jones. See you again soon, I hope? And thank you for bringing Blaine in here."

"No problem, Terri. And call me Greg."

Terri blushed. "Oh. Well, Greg, I don't suppose you'd be free tomorrow night, or…" She trailed off.

"Ah. No, I'm afraid. I have a girlfriend." She visibly deflated. "But I'll certainly be back with customers if I find them?"

She nibbled the inside of her lip and nodded. "Yes, of course. Thanks."

The two men left the shop.

"Tears! I'm ba-ack!" No reply. Blaine took his jacket off and hung it by the door, dumping his bag on the floor beneath it. He wandered through to the lounge, stretching as he did so. Suddenly, he was pushed back against the doorframe and a pair of lips attached themselves to his neck.

"Good. Now, what do you fancy to eat tonight?"

All thoughts of rings went out of his mind. All Blaine could think about was this devilishly hot man kissing all over him, and the certain things that this was doing to his body…

Haha :) You like? The next chapter will be very smutty. Very smutty. Don't worry though; Blaine will find the PERFECT ring soon. I am absolutely in love with it. Big headed? Maybe. With reason? YES!

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