"I think we should go to the pizza place again."

"I'm sick of pizza. I want pasta."

"No. What about Chinese?"

"Nah. I had General Tsos for breakfast—don't judge me, Wes."

"General Tsos for breakfast? Really? What would Kurt say?" Wes teased, nudging Blaine before pulling on his sweater.

"Believe it or not—and I'm still not sure I believe it myself—Kurt has been eating a lot more fast food himself. Therefore he has absolutely no room to talk." Blaine said cheerfully, grabbing his wallet.

"I still can't believe what he said to Asshole." Wes giggled immaturely. "You know, he may be my favorite person alive for that."

"Oh, Burt took him shopping after that one… Open sesame! Look at that, I'm magic!" Blaine kicked the door open and raised his eyebrow at Wes.

"How in the hell did we get into Harvard, Blaine?" Wes asked as he pulled the door shut behind him.

"I have no idea. I'm still waiting for them to kick me out." Blaine admitted, waving at one of their neighbors. "We should walk so I don't feel guilty about the ice cream I'm going to get."

"Or you could just get fat. You know, find out if Kurt loves you for you or for your body." Wes grinned. "Although I think he likes you for your manbits considering you two had sex more than you didn't when he was here two weekends ago."

"I have other attributes that he loves. My hair, for instance." Blaine said, dragging Wes down the driveway and away from their cars (ignoring Wes' whimpers and longing looks). "And my personality. He likes to listen to me talk."

"He likes to watch your mouth move." Wes snorted. "Because he likes his junk in it."

Blaine punched him in the arm hard. "We have a relationship built on love, not physical attraction."

"Well all I'm saying is I'm surprised one of you could walk— or both, if you took turns. Did you take turns?"

"I'm not discussing this anymore." Blaine shook his head, blushing a bit. "Especially not in public—and most especially not with you. By the way, who did you sneak in last night? She had a very annoying voice and she kept calling you Craig."

"I don't care what she calls me if it means she'll blow me that way again… and I don't know her name, so I couldn't tell you who she is."

"Wes!" Blaine said. "Were you at least safe?"

"That's not here nor there." Wes shrugged, smirking.

"You're so gross." Blaine shook his head.

"It's too bad you're gay. So many girls are willing to sleep with me just because I go to Harvard." Wes stood a bit taller.

"You're using the college you attend to get girls in your bed." Blaine shook his head again.

"Hey, dude. If you weren't 'in a committed relationship,' you'd be getting some too. See that guy in the green? He's totally checking you out."

"No he isn—oh my God, he is. What does he do to get his arms like that?" Blaine asked, turning back and looking at a buff guy who was looking right at him—or rather, his ass, Blaine figured. "Oh my God, he's still looking. I feel dirty, Wes."

"You wouldn't have done anything with him even if you weren't dating Kurt."

"Stop talking about me having sex with other people! I feel like I need to call Kurt."

"And tell him what? That some guy with arms twice the size of your entire body checked you out?" Wes laughed loudly. "Can you imagine how many guys probably check him out?"

"Wait, what'd you just say?" Blaine, who had just texted Kurt, looked up with dark eyes.

Wes laughed again. "I said that people probably check out your boyfriend—What are you doing?"

"I'm texting Kurt to ask him if people hit on him." Blaine responded without looking up from his phone.

Wes grabbed his phone and pocketed it, pulling Blaine into a restaurant.

"But I wanted pasta." Blaine protested as Wes pushed him into a booth. "You treat me so badly."

"That's why you don't date me." Wes grinned, grabbing two menus off of another empty table.

"I don't date you because you're repulsive." Blaine gave him a sweet smile. "I wonder if people think I'm your boyfriend."

Wes slid an arm around Blaine's shoulders, but pulled back quickly when Blaine elbowed him. "Fine, fine, fine!"

"That's right." Blaine said, opening his menu.

"If you wanted to be the guy, you could have just said." Wes joked.

"I don't know why I put up with this." Blaine sighed and shook his head, but he was smiling.

"Because you missed me when I was in Californ-eye-aye." Wes grinned and winked as a pretty waitress walked by.

"God, Wes! I'm right here! Why do you treat me this way?" Blaine exclaimed, screwing his face up.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Wes called after the girl, kicking Blaine under the table.

"Did the last five years of our lives mean nothing to you? Do I mean nothing to you? We had plans, Wesley! The gay purple box car! Twenty five foster kids! Five cats with only three legs!" Blaine cried, making tears well up in his eyes.

"He's had a lot to drink!" Wes said. "I'm straight, I promise! He's my gay best friend!"

"You should be ashamed! Your boyfriend is gorgeous! Learn some respect!" The waitress snapped, sending Wes a death glare.

"T-Thank you!" Blaine whimpered. "That's the most kindness I've had in five years!"

"I'm never taking you out in public ever again." Wes muttered under his breath.

"Do you really think that people check out Kurt?"

Wes blinked at him. "I think people probably hit on him."

Blaine's mouth fell open. "He has a boyfriend! That boyfriend is me!"

Wes shook his head. "I figured you would have grown out of the jealousy thing."

"Yes well people can't just go objectifying him and staring at his ass and legs and arms, alright? He's more than just his body." Blaine scoffed, taking a drink of his Dr. Pepper which the waitress had brought. "I mean yes. He's got an amazing body. But he's also smart and talented and dedicated to—."

"Blah blah blah." Wes said, miming a talking mouth with his hand. "I hate to break it to you, Blainers, but you spend a great deal of time objectifying him yourself."

"I don't objectify him. It's perfectly acceptable for me to stare at his body because he's my boyfriend. We put up with each other's quirks and defects; therefore we can stare at one another's bodies. It's basically an unwritten rule in any relationship." Blaine said, looking highly offended.

"If you weren't gay and sensitive, you'd be saying, 'Of course I stare at his ass. It's my ass.'" Wes sighed. "This is why I wish David was here too. I'm afraid you're going to rub off on me."

Blaine laughed loudly. "Sorry, Wes. But even I can't turn you into a gentleman or anything resembling one."

Wes just grinned at him and then winked at some girl across the restaurant.

"I will start to cry." Blaine promised. "I watched a really sad movie last night and I'll do it, Wesley."

"What is the point of living in a town with hot girls if you can't get in their pants?" Wes threw his hands in the air.

"You. Have. A. Problem." Blaine said slowly. "Keep Little Wes in your little boxers."

"Little Wes is not little." Wes huffed. "I'll show you just how little he is when we get home."

The blond girl, who had come over to give Wes her number, made a disgusted noise and marched back off to her table.

"Blaine!" Wes hissed, punching Blaine.

Blaine snorted loudly and then clasped both of his hands over his nose and mouth, trying to stifle his loud laughter. "T-T-That one was all you, Big Wes."

"Just for that, I'm not giving you your phone back."

"Agggh." Blaine ducked his head. "But I need to call Kurt. He can't talk tomorrow morning and I can't talk tomorrow night."

"That sounds like a personal problem." Wes grinned.

"Fine, fine. There's a hot girl. Go get her number. But if you get back and your food has come and gone, you have no one to blame but yourself." Blaine sighed, waving his hand. "Goodbye, Wes."

"Really?"

"Sure." Blaine shrugged. "But give me my phone so I can call Kurt while you're trying to get lucky."

"Fine. I love you." Wes tossed Blaine's phone at him as he eagerly stood.

"What would our friendship be without homosexual moments?" Blaine shook his head, unlocking his phone and scrolling down to find Kurt's phone number.

"Hello?" Kurt asked after the third ring.

"Hey!" Blaine said excitedly.

"Hey, babe!" Kurt said, sounding just as excited. "How was your meeting last night?"

"Long and boring." Blaine responded, watching Wes wink at a big breasted blond girl and making her giggle immaturely. There was no way she was as old as they were. No way. "How was your not-date with Alec?"

"Short lived." Kurt sighed a bit. "He was in a bad mood. Apparently he pissed Eric off or something. He ended up leaving early because he was too preoccupied. I did run into Sarah, the girl from the internship though.

"Aw, you're making friends." Blaine said, smiling. "I bet you don't even miss me anymore."

"Now that is absurd." Kurt scoffed. "I miss you very, very much."

"Nah. I think you're replacing me with Alec and your new intern buddies." Blaine teased. "What are you up to?"

"I am currently watching Melody dance to some kiddy show with very scary looking characters on it. I'm pretty sure they're really singing about s-e-x even though it's supposedly a song about happy snack time." Kurt snorted. "What are you doing?"

"Watching Wes try to make his own happy snack time." Blaine said, wishing David was there so he could high-five that genius response. Which wasn't a genius response, but tiredness could do that to a person.

"In other words you two are eating out and he's abandoned you again?"

"You know me so well." Blaine laughed and then sat up straight after taking a sip of his drink. "Hey, Kurt, do people hit on you?"

"What?" Kurt asked, sounding confused.

"Do people hit on you?" Blaine repeated.

"This one guy actually did last night. I told him my boyfriend was far more interesting, attractive, and better smelling though." Kurt responded and Blaine could see him rolling his eyes. "He smelled

"Okay do people check out at your ass?"

"I don't generally look at my b-u-t-t to know." Kurt laughed. "What's all of this about?"

"Well this guy was checking out my ass and I said I felt dirty and wanted to call you and then Wesley pointed out that people check you out and clearly he was right." Blaine said quickly, feeling agitated. Someone had hit on Kurt last night? Kurt was beyond gorgeous. Kurt had a promise ring. They should have just assumed Kurt was taken.

Kurt laughed loudly. "People check you out all the time, Blaine. Even when I'm there. You're just oblivious when it comes to things like that."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"People can look all they want, but you're mine. I trust you. He—Mellie, sweetie, no."

"But Daddy lets me!" Blaine heard Melody whine.

"Do I look like Finn?" Kurt questioned, making Blaine snort.

"Mommy and Daddy let me."

"Really? Mommy and Daddy let you try to climb on the entertainment center?" Kurt asked. "I don't think so, child."

"But they do!"

"Blaine, hold on." Kurt sighed before setting the phone down. Blaine heard several loud whines before the phone rustled and Kurt was speaking to him again. "I'm rethinking the child aspect the more time I spend with her. Forget terrible twos. This is way worse than when she was two."

Blaine laughed. "She's precious."

"Yeah. I thought that until I lived with her." Kurt muttered. "No, no. She's still precious. But now I see the rotten sides too. Oh god, Blaine, you should have heard the absolute fit she had yesterday. It was terrible."

"Uh oh." Blaine laughed.

"Melody—Melli—."

"HI, BLAINE!" Melody shrieked very suddenly.

Blaine held his phone out, wincing.

"Melody! You can't yell into a phone! You'll hurt his ears."

"Sorry, Blaine!" Melody exclaimed, much quieter this time around.

"It's okay, pumpkin. How are you?"

"Kurt's no fun!" Melody whined.

"Sweetheart, you can't climb on furniture. You'll get hurt." Blaine said, feeling like the biggest hypocrite ever. How many pieces of furniture had he climbed on? Granted, he hadn't since he'd broken his and Kurt's table but he didn't need to think about that now.

"Blaine's no fun too!" Melody hmphed.

"She's displeased." Kurt laughed. "She just slumped off."

"I'm a hypocrite. I told her that climbing on furniture was dangerous."

Kurt laughed even louder this time. "Our kitchen table can attest to that hypocrisy, can't it?"

Blaine giggled. "Do you need to go? If not, I'd love to hear about the internship."

"I met Marc Jacobs. He was on campus for something, Blaine. Some seminar maybe. And I met him!" Kurt suddenly gasped. "It was amazing. He was amazing. His car was amazing, his clothes were amazing, his smile was amazing."

"Are you in love?" Blaine snorted, trying not to feel jealous at how Kurt was gushing over someone famous while he was currently hours away.

"No. Yes. Maybe." Kurt sighed dreamily. "I want that life. To have my name out there, to give speeches at seminars at schools like mine, to have those nice things… He's living my dream."

"You'll be living your dream soon." Blaine promised him.

"You and me both." Kurt said cheerfully. "I wish we could fast forward to that point in our lives. Married, with the perfect job and the perfect house. And eventually perfect adorable daughters, four years apart. The oldest of which is named Sophie."

"That's a pretty name." Blaine said thoughtfully. "What will her last name be? What will our last named be? Anderson-Hummel? Hummel-Anderson? Do we just keep our names and hyphen theirs?"

"Are we really putting serious thought into this right this second?" Kurt asked. "I like Anderson-Hummel better."

"I like Anderson-Hummel better too. It has a nice ring to it."

"Oh. My. God." Wes said, sliding into his seat. "You two are not discussing last names now. You're not even engaged!" he then added, slightly louder, "Hello, Kurtsie."

"His name is not Kurtsie." Blaine sighed, shaking his head.

Wes grabbed the cellphone from him. "I hear you've been going out without Blainers, Kurtsie. I hope you're fending off any unwanted advances from men. Also, any wanted advances—and if they are wanted, I'll murder you in your sleep. But that's nothing compared to what David will do to you."

"Wes!" Blaine yelped.

"Hello to you too, Wesley." Kurt said coolly. "While I've got you on the phone, you can stop putting ideas in Blaine's head about people checking me out. That's the last thing he needs to worry about because there is no one else for me."

Wes wiped a fake tear from his eye, sniffling. "If only I could have a love as true as yours."

"My God, Wes. I hate you." Blaine took his phone back. "It's me again. Sorry for the nitwit."

"Hey, babe, I've got to go." Kurt said.

"Damnit Wes, you scared him off!" Blaine pouted. "Alright. Well I can't talk later tonight because I've got to prepare for my mock trial tomorrow but I'll talk to you the day after tomorrow?"

"Yeah. It'll have to be later, though, if that's okay. They've been keeping me at the internship later. Now that there are more of us on the same day, they want everything done." Kurt sighed a bit. "But we can definitely talk tomorrow night. I'll text you when I get out. We can either talk on the phone when I drive or when I get home."

"Okay. I love you, alright?"

"I love you too." Kurt said cheerfully, and Blaine could just see the smile behind the voice. "Bye, Blaine. Good luck tomorrow although you don't even need it since you've excelled at everything so far."

Blaine laughed and said, "Thanks, Kurt. Bye." before hanging up.

"You two are sickening. I think I need to go to the dentist for all the cavities you just gave me." Wes muttered.

"Shut up." Blaine said, grabbing a piece of pizza. "I don't like you anymore."

Wes grinned. "I love you too, Blainers."

Kurt was probably late calling Blaine. Not that they had a set time to call each other, but they'd agreed to talk on the phone and it was now 10:30. In his defense, he had not planned to have to drive up to CCAD to work on his sketches for his line that would be in the senior fashion show. Was it his fault Melody had thrown multiple fits because Kurt was home, yet Finn was babysitting her? No. Was it his fault that once he'd gotten to CCAD he'd spent more time chatting with Alec and Derek, a guy he interned with, than sketching? Yes. Was it also his fault that they'd all gone out for Chinese after because they were hungry? He could blame it on the fact that he was human… But that was still really his fault too.

He jumped into his Navigator and started it after saying goodbye to his friends. After three weeks of moping, and one metaphorical slap to the face from his father, that was really what he'd been doing. Babysitting Melody when he was home, working on preparing for the fashion show interning with Derek and a younger girl named Emily, and hanging out with his friends—usually Alec, but occasionally Derek or Emily.

Of course he still talked to Blaine. They had been really good about talking once a day at least, but usually weekends they were either on Skype or on the phone more often than not—when they weren't doing homework, that is.

Kurt fumbled for his phone and dialed Blaine's number.

"Hello?" Blaine asked after several rings.

"Hey, sorry I'm calling so late. I ended up going to Columbus to work on my stuff because Melody kept throwing fits and Alec and Derek were there so we got Chinese after." Kurt said into the phone as he pulled onto the highway.

"It's whatever." Blaine mumbled, and Kurt heard rustling.

"Oh no. What's wrong? I hope you aren't mad that I'm calling so late." Kurt said, biting his lip.

"It's not about you."

"Well what is it?" Kurt questioned.

"It's nothing." Blaine sighed loudly. "It's nothing. How was dinner? Who were you with?"

"Dinner was alright." Kurt said, turning on the speaker phone. "It was me, Alec, and Derek. He's the guy I intern with. I think he goes to Kent, though, but I'm not sure."

"Wonderful. I'm here in Boston having the worst day I've had in months and you—you're out having dinner with not one gay guy but two. Great." Blaine huffed.

"They're friends, Blaine. You know that." Kurt said, his voice firm. "I'm trying to make more friends and be out more. I don't have my adorable boyfriend in town to hang out with anymore."

"I can understand that." Blaine said, not sounding any happier.

"Hold on a minute." Kurt frowned. "Why did you have a bad day? What happened? Was it your roommate?"

"No." Blaine sighed.

"Blaine, what's wrong?" Kurt asked again. "What happened?"

"Nothing. Happened."

"That's not the truth."

"Well I don't want to talk about it, alright?" Blaine snapped.

Kurt blinked several times.

"I'm sorry." Blaine said, voice much softer. "I just… It wasn't a great day, alright?"

"I'm sorry that you had a bad day." Kurt said gently. "I'm here if you want to talk about it."

"No. I'd really like to just forget about it if that's alright." Blaine sighed. "How was the internship, and the dinner and stuff?"

"It was alright. They had us putting together 2,000 mailers for some big seminar type thing." Kurt said, biting his lip. "Dinner was fine. It was just getting Chinese really fast because we were all starving. I'm on my way home now."

"It's really late… I hope you're careful when you're out late."

"I'll be fine. I'm always careful. Kurt said, making sure he kept his voice gentle. He knew Blaine was thinking back to the attack that landed Kurt in the hospital for weeks and out of school for months. He had resigned himself to the fact that it would always be like this—Blaine concerned if Kurt was out late without him or someone else. And to be honest, Kurt couldn't blame him.

"I know… I just don't like you putting yourself in the position for anything to happen." Blaine said. He didn't sound snappy anymore, but Kurt could still tell something was wrong.

"I'm in my car. Driving. I'm not in the position for anything to happen. And I'm not making any stops until I am parked in the garage at home." Kurt reassured him. "I promise."

"Alright." Blaine said, although he didn't sound very reassured. "Look, I have to get off of here and study. Can I talk to you tomorrow or something?"

"Of course." Kurt said instantly. "I love you, Blaine… I hope you feel better. Whatever is wrong… it'll work itself out. I promise."

"Thanks, Kurt." Blaine said, and Kurt smiled a bit when he could physically hear the smile on Blaine's face. "I love you too. So much."

"We'll talk tomorrow, babe. Don't study too much. Make sure you get some sleep."

"Oh, how the tables have turned." Blaine said, laughing a little. "Good night, Kurt. Text me when you make it home so I'll know you got in safe."

"Alright, Dad." Kurt teased. "Bye."

"Bye." Blaine said and waited a few seconds before disconnecting the call.

Kurt pulled up Wes' number and tapped out a short text before putting his phone away. When he made it home he pulled out his phone to text Blaine and saw his text to Wes and Wes' response.

Check on Blaine. He's upset and won't talk to me.

On it, bro.

Did Blaine ever tell you what was wrong?

Nope. He's just being mopey and annoying. Call him on Skype and have some cybersex or something, will you? He's pulled out the… Don't even make me say it.

What has he pulled out?

Pink. He keeps listening to Pink songs. Not just depressing ones. He's alternating between depressing ones and angry ones. For such a bright color, Pink sure is hostile.

Kurt sighed and dialed Blaine's phone number. It was now two days after his and Blaine's phone call, the day they were both able to talk, and he hadn't heard from Blaine. At least that was the case unless you counted one word texts, which was very out of character for Blaine. At first Kurt had tried to rack his brains, making sure he'd done nothing to upset Blaine. After realizing that no, it must have been something else… Well, he was beginning to get a little frustrated.

What was it?

Why wouldn't Blaine talk to him?

If it wasn't something Kurt had done, shouldn't he want to vent about it?

But no. Blaine was maintaining that "nothing" was wrong. He was "fine." Kurt knew all about "fine" versus fine. He'd been "fine" throughout most of high school—and, for the record "fine" wasn't fine.

"Hey." Blaine said.

"Why are you listening to Pink? We both know that if it isn't Perfect or Raise Your Glass, you're in a bad mood."

"Damn Wes." Blaine muttered.

"Are you holding up okay?" Kurt asked.

"Yes and I don't want to talk about it." Blaine said stubbornly.

"Is it something that I did wrong? I can't think of anything I've done wrong." Kurt asked. "I don't understand this. You said we'd openly talk about our feelings and be there for each other. You're not talking about what's going on and I can't help you or be there for you unless I know what it is."

"It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me." Blaine sighed. "So don't worry. I'm not mad at you."

"Then open up. It took us the better part of three years to get solid, open communication down. Don't start taking steps back because we live a few hours apart."

"Fourteen hours." Blaine retorted.

Kurt closed his eyes, willing himself not to sigh. "I get it. You're frustrated about something. But you haven't even told Wes. Maybe if you tell someone, you'll feel better. Carole's home. Do you want me to give her the phone? She always makes you feel better."

"I don't want to talk to Carole."

"You're acting immature. Either talk about what's wrong or stop acting this way." Kurt snapped.

"Do you ever just try to fall asleep but you can't because you're so used to sleeping together?" Blaine asked after several seconds.

"This is about…?"

"No. It's unrelated." Blaine said shortly. "I was upset the other night and it just… did that."

"Well, yeah." Kurt whispered, surprised. He wasn't exactly expecting to hear this. "I do know what that's like."

"Well last night and the night before I could barely sleep. I was in a bad mood and all I wanted was a hug from you. Or to snuggle up to you and fall asleep. But you aren't here, Kurt. That sucks."

Kurt closed his eyes again. "I'm sorry, Blaine… But you saw me last week when I stayed with you all, remember? It's only a few more weeks until Thanksgiving. You're almost done with the first semester."

"That's just a few more weeks until I see you." Blaine said. "I don't want to go weeks without seeing you. I don't want to have to schedule time to call you. I want to watch your dumb reality shows with you. I want to be there with you when we're on the phone and Melody's doing funny things. I miss you."

"I miss you too." Kurt said, taking a deep breath. "I feel the same way."

"Independence is great and all. There was a time when I was worried I wouldn't be able to be up here alone because I have been so attached to you for so long."

Kurt tensed. Was Blaine not attached anymore?

"I didn't know how I'd ever do it. And right now I don't know how I am doing it. I just keep studying and doing homework and hanging out with Wes. But there's still this void. Wes' mom sends us stuff all the time but it's really for him. Even Asshole's parents send stuff and I know Carole does, and I am so appreciative, but just… ugh."

"Shh." Kurt said, trying to soothe him. "Every time you get upset, you can't go to this place."

"It's not about that even." Blaine said. "It's the fact that you've filled this hole—Wes would be making crude jokes right now—and now you're gone. It's hard to just…" he trailed off.

Kurt waited, not about to speak because he was afraid of interrupting Blaine and the older boy not continuing.

"I'm fine but the first time something goes wrong, I just miss you so much more because it's when I need you the most. I guess. I sound so stupid."

"You don't sound stupid, Blaine." Kurt reassured him. "I'd hug you if I were there."

"I know. And it's my fault I'm not there."

"Yes but Harvard is where you want—need to be. Alright? I'm still here for you even if I'm here and you're there. That doesn't change anything. I'm sorry you had a bad day yesterday but don't like it affect today. You deserve good days. You're supposed to be happy right now. Enjoying being in Boston. How cool of a city is Boston?"

"It's pretty cool." Blaine said, actually laughing. "I went to Newbury Street earlier today after my class. It was neat. There's a Museum of Fine Arts close by. It looks kind of expensive but I think I'm going to save up and go see it. There were a lot of places to eat and shop, too."

"Blaine, you're inheriting how many million? I don't think you need to save up for museum tickets." Kurt laughed. While he really wanted to know what had gone wrong and why Blaine was refusing to talk about it, he was glad that Blaine was at least cheering up. Maybe whatever it was hadn't been so serious. Maybe it was a small thing that just brought the stuff Blaine talked about to the surface. At this rate, he doubted he'd ever find out what was going on.

"You do have a point there." Blaine said.

"Don't I always?" Kurt laughed.

"Yeah apart from when you're horny and I'm busy. Those arguments you make aren't quite coherent. It pretty much comes out sounding like 'Oh please I need applesauce and feed the dog fuck me please.'"

"Does not." Kurt said, glancing at his closed door just to make sure it was closed. As if his dad and Carole didn't know that he had sex… That still didn't mean they needed to know how… vocal Kurt could be about how much he wanted it.

"You're blushing, aren't you?" Blaine teased.

"No." Kurt lied.

"I bet you looked at the door and everything. You're adorable."

"How many times do we have to go over this? You're the adorable one. Let's just admit it and move on." Kurt said, trying to sound annoyed.

"Fine, fine, if you insist."

"Hey! You're not supposed to agree!" Kurt gasped, causing Blaine to laugh more.

"Well you stated it as if it was a fact." Blaine said, giggling. "Okay, okay, sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"I'm sorry you're not more adorable than me."

"You suck." Kurt shook his head.

"Only sometimes."

"You're so clever." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"It's why I'm here, isn't it?" Blaine asked before letting out a quiet sigh. "Thanks, Kurt. I feel better."

"Yes, well, it's why you love me." Kurt said. "I'll always be here to make you feel better."

"I love you so much." Blaine said, voice earnest.

"I love you too." Kurt responded.

"I'm sure you were working on homework or something, weren't you?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah but I can make time for you." Kurt moved from his desk and sat on his bed, tucking a leg under him and resting against his pillows. "We can talk about how nice Thanksgiving is going to be. They're going back and forth discussing where it will be though. Grandpa kind of wants to have it in New York since Taylor and Paige just moved back in together. Neither of them know how to cook, though, and I don't think their apartment is big enough for all of us. But I think it would be cool. And it'd be a lot closer for you. I won't have class that Tuesday and Thursday… I was thinking I could maybe come and stay with you and we head down Thursday if they go that route?"

"That sounds amazing." Blaine said. "Have you talked to Taylor or Paige recently?"

"Not since they burst into my room to tell me they were back together." Kurt laughed. "I think they're still away on their vacation."

"I bet they're really eloping." Blaine snorted.

"The idea hasn't been ruled out. I have a feeling they've been together longer than they're letting on." Kurt let out a content sigh. "I'm so glad they're back together. I know Paige was pretty crappy, but I still think they're perfect for one another. I'm glad Taylor forgave her."

"I hope that never happens to us." Blaine said quietly. "I can't imagine not being with you, Kurt. You mean so much to me. I don't know what I'd do."

"We won't have to worry about that. We've got our motto, right? We'll talk about our feelings, be there for each other, and get through this."

"And the end result will be two adorable little girls—one from each of us." Blaine added. "We should start coming up with a name for our second daughter, don't you think?"

"I'm caught up on the fact that you're convinced they'll both be girls."

"I know it's what you want, so I want it too."

Kurt smiled, his heart fluttering. How had he been frustrated with Blaine Anderson several minutes ago? How could anyone be frustrated with him? "You know, I think I'd be okay with whatever we end up with."

"Even a dinosaur or an alien?"

"Shut up." Kurt giggled.

"No, Kurt. That'd be so awesome."

Kurt massaged his forehead. He really was dating a big child. There was no doubt about it. "Really, though. We'll push through this. What is two or three years separated when you think about my grandparents who have been together for fifty four years now? It's only going to be a very minute fraction of our lives together."

"People don't give you enough credit for how smart you are sometimes, Kurt." Blaine said after a few seconds of silence.

"It's just easier to think about it that way. In ten years, we'll look back at this and be like 'We were lovesick puppies, weren't we? I'm glad we've matured into real adults now who can spend a few weeks apart.'" Kurt said.

"If anything, I'm a puppy and you're a kitten." Blaine protested.

"It's a good thing you like cats better than dogs then." Kurt said, feeling happier than he had in days.

He had cheered Blaine up, (sort of) discussed plans for meeting in Thanksgiving, and he didn't even have any homework that was due the next day. That meant he could really stay on the phone with Blaine as long as Blaine would let him.

Now they just had to make it to Thanksgiving.