I can't wait to see you the day after tomorrow.
Kurt looked up from his cell phone nearly three weeks later, trying to keep the absolute most ridiculous smile off of his face. Really, though. How could Blaine send stuff like that when he was in public? Didn't he know how it could make Kurt want to smile, laugh, and cry all at the same time?
He glanced around the half full classroom, surprised so many students were there when the lecture didn't start for at least twenty more minutes. He then read the text again, smile growing once more, and typed out a response.
I can't wait to see you either. I really wish you didn't have to go to that trial so you could come home tonight.
The answer was almost immediate.
I tried to talk my way out of it, but I have to attend so many and the only make up one will be when I'm in another class. :( Can you talk on the phone?
I'm in the lecture hall, so no. The sad face isn't necessary. We'll still have sex days.
Hahahahahhaaaa.
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Blaine, you're immature.
Kurt rolled his eyes, staring at his phone and trying to figure out why Auto Correct hated him so much. What had he even hit to make it put that anyway?
Hahahaaahahaha.
Kurt rolled his eyes again. This was his Harvard Law boyfriend.
Like, full days of sex? I'm down.
I'm not dignifying that with a response.
That in itself was a response. 3
"You're so corny." Kurt actually said out loud, jumping when he felt movement by him.
"You can't say I'm corny before I even speak, Kurt. It doesn't work that way." Alec said, sliding into the empty seat next to Kurt.
"I was talking to Blaine. Well, at him." Kurt explained, looking up at Alec.
"You do realize he's not here, right?" Alec teased.
Kurt held up his phone.
"Ah. I see." Alec nodded. "Speaking of your significant other, when will he be coming home? Because it's the last day of classes, tomorrow is the last day of your internship until after Thanksgiving break, and I think these things call for a celebration."
"A celebration?"
"A celebration? With who?" Kurt, who had been reading Vogue while texting Blaine, closed his magazine and arched his eyebrow.
"Dinner and drinks to celebrate getting almost entirely through yet another semester of hell. You, me, and Derek. Who else?" Alec set his bag on the table and began pulling out the stuff he needed for class.
"I don't know about the three of us going and getting drinks as a planned event. You know as well as I do that Blaine gets kind of jealous."
Alec rolled his eyes. "Well he came around with me. Derek is harmless and I think he knows you've got a boyfriend. Plus, if Blaine is going to be home tomorrow night he can come with us. I wouldn't mind seeing him again. He's really funny."
"He's not going to be home tomorrow night. We were actually just talking about that before he reverted back to a ten-year-old girl. He's coming the night after tomorrow. He has a trial thing for a class that he can't get out of." Kurt made a clicking noise with his tongue.
"Didn't you say he was done with classes for the week?"
"Two of his classes aren't meeting but they have a lot of work. So, yeah." Kurt nodded.
"So he has to stay an extra two days for a thing that is outside of class? That sucks. I would be so pissed. Plus, you know airplane tickets are more expensive the closer you get to a holiday." Alec cringed a bit.
"He's just going to try to get work done I think. He isn't thrilled about it but sometimes scheduling sucks." Kurt shrugged, and then he blinked a few times. He'd come a pretty far ways from the beginning of the school year when he'd been legitimately upset a trip got pushed back two days.
"Good, positive attitude." Alec grinned. "Now take that positive attitude and gear it towards dinner and drinks. Come on. Look at this shit." He gestured at both of their complete sketches for five outfits—Three weeks of work had gone into them. Maybe more than that. "We deserve it."
It was true.
He really did deserve a night out with friends after all of the hard work he'd put in—both at school and at his internship. What would he be doing if he were at home anyway? He'd wanted to do some more sketch work so he and Blaine could spend more time together without school things getting in the way… but, to be honest, Kurt was tired of sketching. Sketching, sketching, sewing, cutting fabric, sketching. He was so tired of it. He could have one night away, right?
Besides, Blaine wouldn't be back until the next day. Sure, he'd be watching Melody most of the morning until it was time to get Blaine… but he'd fix Blaine some food, put Melody in front of Bob the Builder, and viola. Kurt sketch time. And, if all else failed, he could put a blanket over Melody's bedroom door, turn the lights off, and tell her it was bedtime… He knew that worked with birds. Maybe Melody was still too young to know the difference.
Yeah, right.
She was a toddler, not stupid.
And that wouldn't solve the Blaine aspect. In fact, it'd probably make it worse. Without Melody in sight, Blaine would probably try to talk him into having sex.
No. Kurt would be better off taking the time to do homework.
"I probably shouldn't. I was actually going to do homework."
"Come onnnn. You'll have the whole break to do that." Alec said, a hint of a whine to his voice. "Think about next year. We won't have time to go out for drinks. We'll be in grad school. Plus, you said your dad likes when you're out more… Even though I think he's pretty sure I'm trying to steal you away from Blaine."
"God, could he have brought Blaine up any more in that fifteen minute conversation?" Kurt laughed, thinking back to the one and only time Burt had met Alec. If Kurt had it his way, that would be the last time they ever met either. At least he knew Burt definitely approved of Blaine, not that he'd ever had doubts.
"No. My dad is the same way. My mom is even worse." Alec reassured him. "I guess I missed the memo saying I can't have gay friends while I have a boyfriend."
"I must have missed it too." Kurt snorted. "Then again, Blaine has all straight friends."
"Are you sure they're straight?"
"Well David's definitely straight and I'm pretty sure Wes is straight. He certainly goes through enough girls… but then you have to factor in that he and Blaine have kissed on more than one occasion—once while sober, I never got the story there and probably don't want it either—and Wes also cuddles up with Blaine."
"He doesn't sound straight when you take those last things into consideration." Alec snorted.
"But he doesn't seem gay. It's weird. He always asks questions about our sex lives too." Kurt added thoughtfully.
"Whatever. I'm sure Blaine won't mind you hanging out with a few friends. It's not like we'll get wasted. We'll just get dinner and a drink. You don't even have to drink."
"I think Blaine will be more concerned with the fact that it'll be the middle of the night." Kurt sighed.
"You're a college student. He should expect it." Alec shrugged.
"He's got reasoning behind it." Kurt said, a tone to his voice that made it clear he didn't want to explain. Although he'd known Alec for a long time, he still hadn't told the boy about his attack and why exactly Blaine had lived in Ohio while going to a school in Kentucky.
Truthfully, it probably would have been easier to tell someone who didn't know anything about him. As far as he knew, Alec saw him as an independent, strong and confident person. He spent a lot of time worrying that people would think he was weak if they found out about his attack, so he tried to keep it quiet. It hadn't really come up, to be honest, but he really didn't feel like talking about it right then. Not to mention the fact that class would be starting soon.
"You always call Blaine on the drive home anyway. Come on." Alex urged. "It will be fun."
"You are a horrible person!" Kurt laughed.
"You have to go. I'm texting Derek and setting it up right now." Alec whipped out his phone and waved it in the air for emphasis.
"How's Eric?" Kurt sighed, admitting defeat. What would one hour hurt?
"I'll take that as an 'okay!'" Alec hit the send button on his phone. "He's doing splendidly. He'll be making it into town around the same time as your lover boy. Our parents are kind of mad we're not heading back to California… We may go down just for Thursday and Friday but that seems so pointless. And it's so expensive. Neither of us really have that much money and I hate getting into my inheritance."
"Not going home would never be an option for me." Kurt said. "My grandmother would disown me… until it was her birthday and she wanted a cake."
Alec laughed. "I don't know how to bake… or cook."
"Does Eric?"
"He likes to pretend." Alec laughed again. "He can cook some stuff but he gets a little too ambitious."
"So are you two not going to have a Thanksgiving dinner?"
"Last year we got Japanese. He wants Chinese this time."
"You can come to my family's dinner if you want. We're going back and forth between where we're having it though. It was going to be New York but my aunts' house is kind of flooded. It'll either be in Akron or Lima."
"Thanks but that's okay." Alec smiled. "We enjoy our take out holiday dinners. They're kind of romantic..."
"Alright. The offer's open, though, in case you change your mind." Kurt shrugged and glanced down at his phone, smiling when he had a new text from Blaine.
Alec looked down at Kurt's phone and then got a goofy smile. "Oh my God. Your boyfriend is so sweet. Mine never says stuff like that to me anymore. Last night I got a text that said, 'When I see you Tuesday night, we're going to do it.'"
"Oh, I get those too." Kurt waved his hand. "I think he just throws these in every once in a while for good measure."
"At least you get them." Alec nudged him. "How are you two doing?"
"We're good." Kurt smiled. "I mean, I wish we talked more… and saw each other more. But we're not really fighting… Sometimes I can just tell something is off but he won't want to talk about it… but for the most part, we're doing well."
"If it's that important, I'm sure he'll talk about it." Alec reassured him.
"Yeah." Kurt nodded. "But it's just that the lack of communication is kind of starting to ge—."
The professor walked in, greeting the class.
"Later." Alec promised him quietly, grabbing a notebook and pencil.
"Yeah, later." Kurt bit back a sigh and stared at the front of the classroom, trying to push a nagging feeling that was threatening to return down to him.
What he had wanted to say was that the lack of communication was starting to get to him.
And it kind of really was.
No no no no no, Kurt thought the next afternoon as he got into his car and prepared to head to the restaurant where he was supposed to be meeting Alec and Eric. He was supposed to be, but apparently Alec was trying to bail on him.
This was why Kurt hated making plans. Because it seemed like he had been getting the short end of the stick lately. Missed Skype dates, missed calls, forgotten text messages, and now Alec was trying to bail on him. He knew he should have just said no. He knew it.
"Really?"
"I know, I know, I know! I'm sorry, Kurt, but I didn't expect him to show up but he did and I was going to invite him and we all go but he's pouting at me and keeps threatening to pull out the scrap book I made him when I was fifteen. Believe me, nobody wants to see that thing. It's pitiful." Alec said on the other end of Kurt's phone the next afternoon.
"I don't have a good excuse to get out of it. He's your friend. I just know him at work. He's nice and all but I don't think I know him well enough to hang out with him alone." Kurt said, frowning. He hadn't signed up for this. He had definitely not signed up for this.
"It's not like it's a date—Eric, stop it, really. Stop it. Look, Kurt, I'm sorry. Just make up something if you really don't want to be alone with him but he's super nice and—Eric, I will hurt you if you don't—aah!"
Kurt pulled back his phone, looking confused, when he heard Eric start to speak.
"Kurt, he's got to go. And yes, you'll sound like an asshole if you make an excuse to get out of it. Man up and go hang out. All of your gay friends can't be as awesome as my boyfriend… and me, of course."
Kurt groaned.
"By the way, how's Blaine liking Harvard?"
"You did not just steal my phone and strike up a conversation with my friend, you jerk." Kurt heard Alec scoff in the background.
"Now, now, don't hit. That is abuse." Eric said very calmly, making Kurt silently giggle. He could only imagine the antics Eric and Blaine would get up to if they got to know each other.
"Can't you two go for ten minutes? And then we can all leave?" Kurt asked.
"No. I haven't seen Alec in three weeks and you see him, like, four or five days a week. It's Eric time. Bye, Kurt."
"Damn you." Kurt huffed as Eric hung up Alec's phone. It wasn't like he could make up an excuse because, unlike Alec, Kurt had seen Derek not even an hour before at their internship. Thank God Alec didn't call when I was still with him otherwise he would have seen me looking horrified, Kurt thought to himself.
Blaine's not going to like this very much. I better call him, he mentally added. In some situations, it was better to ask forgiveness as opposed to permission. This, he decided, was not one of those times. He dialed Blaine's number and waited for him to pick up. It took eight rings but his boyfriend finally answered.
"Hmmhlo?" Blaine asked, voice groggy.
"Oh my God. You were asleep. What time is it?" Kurt gasped, looking down at his dashboard.
"So tired. I was up late." Blaine mumbled, still half asleep.
"Okay well I have to tell you something. I'm trying to avoid any big shocks or mishaps or something. I was supposed to go out to dinner with Alec and Derek tonight but Alec bailed. It's going to be just Derek and I. I just wanted to make sure that you're okay with it. If it's going to upset you in any way, then I'm not going to do it. Although you and I both know that you have nothing to worry about." Kurt said very calmly.
He heard rustling and then Blaine spoke. "You're going out alone with the internship guy?"
"It was going to be all of us but evidently Eric surprised Alec with a visit." Kurt said. "I tried to talk him into just dragging Eric too but he doesn't want to… and you know if it were reversed, you wouldn't want me to leave too."
"Are you sure that it's safe to be alone with this guy? How late will you all be out? You know when you're out late it makes me nervous. Especially there because it's not as big of a city and I just—."
"He's not going to pull anything. He's harmless. He's exactly like Alec, I promise. There is nothing threatening about him in the least." Kurt promised. "And I'm always careful. You know that. You shouldn't worry."
"I can't help it. I always worry about you." Blaine said, his voice soft.
"I know." Kurt felt himself smiling a bit. "I would offer to call when I walk to my car but I think you need the sleep, you poor thing. I wouldn't have called if I knew you were asleep but I never imagined you'd be in bed at eight."
"You can call. You should call." Blaine argued, voice still thick with sleep. "I'll stay up."
"I'll be fine, babe. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it. Are you?"
"Are you sure you know him well enough to trust him?" Blaine questioned.
"Yeah. He's been Alec's friend for years. He's okay, Blaine. I just can't get out of it without being rude but if it bothers you I will."
"Go… You should go." Blaine sighed a bit. "But be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you."
"I promise I'll be extra careful. Get some sleep, babe. I love you. I'll text you when I'm safely in my car and then again when I'm safely home that way you'll know when you wake up." Kurt said.
"Mmkay. Have fun, my love."
Kurt smiled. "Goodnight, babe. I love you."
"I love you too. Good night." Blaine said before hanging up.
…
Alright. Maybe it wasn't as awkward as Kurt thought it would be without Alec there, but that didn't stop him from inwardly wishing Alec were there… or even better, if Kurt wasn't there and was with his boyfriend.
"So, you're applying to Parsons? Why didn't you just start out there for your bachelors?" Derek asked curiously. "You're really good. You could have gotten in without a doubt."
"There was a lot of stuff going on and I wanted to be closer to Blaine. I really couldn't picture being that far away from him for that long." Kurt responded, taking a sip of his water. At least Derek was the one asking the questions because Kurt definitely had no idea what to really talk about. Maybe his dad was right. Maybe he needed to get out more.
"And he left you. Nice how that works, isn't it?" Derek laughed.
Kurt forced a smile when, in actuality, he was gritting his teeth.
Don't say anything. He doesn't even know anything about the two of you, he told himself.
But what gave him the right to just assume things like that, or make comments?
"Actually he took a leave of absence school for a year to take care of me after I was attacked. He worked hard to still graduate on time and get into law school and I think he deserves it. You don't know anything about our relationship, so keep your assumptions to yourself." Kurt said, snider than he'd intended for it to sound.
Derek blinked at him, clearly in shock. "Oh my God, Kurt. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you… You were attacked?"
"That's why I try to not stay out really late. Blaine and my Dad worry because I was out late the night it happened." Kurt said, an eerie feeling spreading over him. Was he really at the point where he could casually talk about the attack that could have killed him? Maybe it was time to tell Alec.
"Were you—Are you okay? He dropped out of school? I am the world's biggest asshole."
"You didn't know… It's just a soft spot." Kurt sighed. "It's not something I like to talk about—or think about. But he's done a lot for me. Yes, I miss him a lot and I wish we were together… but it's what he wants and who would I be to stand in his way?"
"He could have waited for you. That is what anyone sane would have done. It was only a year." Derek said and then Kurt looked down.
Derek's hand was on his knee. It happened so suddenly that it caught Kurt completely by surprise.
Nobody touched him.
He was only used to Blaine touching him. After all, Blaine had been his first boyfriend. Nobody had ever touched him in an intimate way before. And he immediately discovered no one else ever would.
Kurt immediately moved Derek's hand, trying to not look whatever he felt— disgusted. He knew he shouldn't have come. He just had a feeling about being there without Alec.
"We were just talking about my boyfriend." Kurt stood. "My boyfriend who should not have to put his plans on hold for a year to wait for anybody, especially me. My boyfriend who would also not be very happy with the fact that you're touching me as you try to convince me that he's a bad boyfriend. For what? Did you think without Alec here that you could just take me to your dorm, that we would have sex, and I'd call Blaine tomorrow morning and end our relationship of five years?"
"Look at me." Derek said, gesturing towards himself. "I've seen pictures of your boyfriend on Facebook. He doesn't even look gay. Are you sure he is?"
Kurt took a deep breath, in and out. "Maybe this was a bad idea."
"What? Your boyfriend doesn't like competition?"
"You are not competition." Kurt hissed, throwing a $20 onto the table. "I'll see you at work. I think you had too much to drink. You might want to call someone to pick you up. Maybe they'll sleep with you."
"Call me if you get lonely!"
Kurt stormed out of the place and got in his car, throwing the door open and climbing in. He pulled onto the road and then called Alec.
"What was that?" he practically shouted without a hello.
"Wait, what?" Alec asked, sounding confused.
"He basically started bashing Blaine and then put his hand on me knee—."
"Oh no."
"And when I tried to reiterate the fact that Blaine is my boyfriend, he implies that he wanted to take me home, sleep with me, and have me break up with Blaine in the morning."
"What?" Alec yelped.
"Granted I think he'd already started drinking before I even got there but some warning would have been nice. Here I've been thinking he was harmless."
"You're joking, right?" Alec asked.
"I told you he was a prick but you never listen to me." Eric said in the background. "You're too judgmental my ass."
"He doesn't normally act like that. I have no idea what's going on." Alec said after there was the sound of a smack and an, "Ow!"
"Well maybe he just had too much to drink but that still doesn't make it alright."
"Of course it doesn't." Alec agreed. "I'll call and yell at him for being an asshole tomorrow, alright?"
"It was less him touching my leg and more him bashing Blaine. He doesn't know anything about us or our relationship." Kurt mumbled.
"You should be mad about all of it. I'm sorry, Kurt. I've never known him to do something like that." Alec sighed. "Look, don't worry about it, okay?"
"Yeah alright. I'm going to go so I can text Blaine in case he's sitting up and waiting. I'll talk to you tomorrow." Kurt sighed.
"Alright. Kurt… if I'd known he would have pulled that, I wouldn't have…"
"I know." Kurt reassured him. "I was more venting than anything"
"Good." Alec let out a relieved sigh. "Good night, Kurt."
"Night, Alec."
"NIGHTY NIGHT, KURT!" Eric called.
"Are you sure he and Blaine aren't brothers?" Kurt laughed. "Tell him goodnight."
Alec laughed. "Okay. Bye."
"Bye." Kurt hung up, typing out a quick text to Blaine at a red light before making his way home.
What on Earth was he going to tell Blaine?
Kurt intended to sleep in, but it didn't quite happen. Part of the reasoning was the fact that he really and truly did have a lot of work he wanted to get done—both school work and baking wise, considering his grandmother had called him twice within the past week to let him know that school work was not an excuse worthy of not baking holiday treats. There was also the fact that Melody had been up for hours, running through the house and shrieking random phrases as Burt chased her around—with unsuccessful attempts of catching her, Kurt assumed, because the running and shrieking had yet to stop.
And, of course, there was the fact that Kurt was eager to talk to Blaine and solidify their meeting plans, but… he didn't know how much he was going to tell Blaine about what had happened the night before. His best plan of attack was to gauge Blaine's reactions and then judge how far to go… but he hated to bring it up to Blaine at all, to be honest. He knew that whatever had happened was stupid, but Blaine was both protective and very… not territorial. Maybe a bit territorial, but Kurt knew that it stemmed from him not wanting to lose Kurt.
He had to bring it up, though. By not bringing it up, it made it into something more than it was. Besides, Blaine would probably kill him if he found out later on.
He sat at his desk sketching and keeping an eye on his computer, eagerly waiting for Blaine to sign onto Skype. As soon he did and their call connected, Kurt's eyes lit up.
"Morning sleepyhead." He said, smiling at the image of a messy haired Blaine on his laptop.
"It's after three." Blaine responded, yawning.
"And there you sit, adorable as ever and making it painfully obvious that you only just woke up when I've been awake for hours wondering if you'd drowned in homework." Kurt's smile grew. "Your hair is getting a little out of control, honey."
"Out of control? It's starting to take over my head. I need to get it cut before it turns into an afro." Blaine sighed a bit. "You probably wouldn't like me as much if it got to that point. You hold a pretty high amount of importance on appearances."
"Yes but when it comes to you, the rules are changed. Plus, the pictures from when you had longer hair are adorable. I think as long as I knew the shorter curls would come back, that I'd be okay." Kurt said very seriously. "But they must come back, alright?"
"Oh they'll come back. Very, very soon."
"Because," Kurt continued. "I can handle longer hair, I can handle scruff, but I can't handle both at once. It's just too much for me, okay? When you have both, you're adorableness and your sex appeal sky rocket, okay? I don't know what it is, but they do. That's just not fair to me because I can't keep up."
"Oh my God. You think you can't keep up with adorableness and sex appeal?" Blaine actually gasped. "Have you looked in a mirror? Your adorableness and your sex appeal isn't dependent on how your hair is. You just have both. It's not really fair to the rest of the world. The only reason I'm not jealous is because you're mine."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're just saying that because you want extra potato candy."
"No. I really don't think you understand how attractive you are, Kurt. I don't think you have a clue."
Kurt rolled his eyes again. "Either way, Mellie is going to have a field day when you get home tomorrow night."
Blaine laughed. "Yeah. Precisely why I'm going to get it cut before I head down."
"Nooo. Don't. Here. Why don't you get it cut on Friday?"
"No no no no no. It looks horrible, Kurt. Horrible."
"It's cute." Kurt argued.
"Sorry, but no." Blaine shook his head. He was absolutely not going to Ohio with his hair in its current state. Not. Happening.
Kurt stuck out his lower lip, knowing Blaine wouldn't be able to ignore the pout. "Please? For me?"
Blaine laughed and looked up at the ceiling, actually looking embarrassed. "Fine, fine."
"That always works." Kurt said very cheerfully, beaming.
"Only because I feel bad that we're not closer. I'm going to man up when we're both completely done with school and living together." Blaine vowed, although he knew he would never really man up when it came to Kurt.
"No. Then we'll be wedding bound, I'm sure. So then I'll get everything I want."
"Who says I'm proposing that soon? I love how you've got this mapped out." Blaine laughed again. "Can there not be any element of surprise to it?"
"There can be. But sooner is always better than later." Kurt said very seriously. "People might start to think my promise ring is fake."
"Ah." Blaine gave a small nod. "I see. It has nothing to do with the fact that you want to get married. You just want a ring so people will know you're taken?"
"I'm glad we're finally on the same page." Kurt teased.
Blaine ran his hand through his hair. "So, how did last night go?"
Kurt let out a half laugh that turned into a frown. Here goes nothing… "Okay. Now don't be mad."
"What happened?" Blaine's demeanor changed instantly. "Are you alright? Did that guy do something to you?"
"It's not a big deal, Blaine… but… he flirted with me." Kurt admitted, mentally bracing himself for Blaine's reaction. "I told him that I had a boyfriend and then I left."
"That is bad sparknotes version, Kurt." Blaine scowled. Kurt could literally see the jealousy building up.
"Does it really matter what happened word for word? I don't know. Maybe he was getting tipsy or something. But I made it very known that I was with you and happy. And then I left."
"But he already knew you had a boyfriend." Blaine said slowly.
"I know, Blaine." Kurt said, not looking away from the screen.
"And he still flirted with you."
"Yeah. He did."
"And he'd never flirted with you before? It sounds like he couldn't wait to get you alone so he could pull some sleazy stunt like this."
"Blaine, don't worry about it." Kurt said, raising his voice just a tad to catch Blaine's attention. "I think it's incredibly amusing that he thinks I'd ever want someone like him when I have you."
"I don't think it's funny." Blaine scoffed.
"What time is the trial you have to attend?" Kurt asked, only to change the subject. Luckily it seemed to work, although he wasn't immature enough to think the discussion was done forever.
"Like three hours." Blaine sighed, some of the anger leaving him.
"But you don't participate?"
"No. I just have to be there." Blaine said.
"Well what time is your flight tomorrow? So I'll know when you pick you up? Wes already headed out, right?"
"Wes leaves tonight and I think the asshole is leaving in a few minutes. My flight is at one so I have to be at the airport at eleven. I think it's about a two hour flight. Maybe a bit longer."
"Alright." Kurt nodded. I'll be there at three just in case."
"Do you know where we're going for dinner yet?"
"No. I think Dad is trying to talk everyone into coming here… It makes more sense to go to Akron though because Grandma and Grandpa's house is bigger. Besides, I don't know how Kreacher and Oreo will handle Paige and Taylor's dog being here." Kurt shrugged.
"Oh. Okay." Blaine nodded, but Kurt could tell that he was still bothered by the conversation they had just had.
"Why? Do you care either way?" Kurt asked curiously. "They'll take votes I'm sure."
"Oh, it doesn't matter. But I may try to at least go and see David and Wes' family in Westerville. Sarah has demanded I bring her…. Some baby doll? I don't know. Wes couldn't find it but I was going to try to find it after the trial if I get out in enough time."
"If you don't find it, maybe we can try to find it when you get here." Kurt smiled.
"Okay." Blaine smiled back a bit. "If I get the chance to go, you can come with me. I think Wes' mom would love to meet you. She's under the impression that I'm making you up in my head."
"I would love to go with you. Don't think you're getting time away from me. You are mine until you are back on a plane to Boston." Kurt's smile grew.
"Good." Blaine laughed a bit, sitting up straighter and then face widening into a grin.
"What are you—oh. Hi, Melody." Kurt said, able to see his little sister poking her head in on the computer screen.
"Door's open!"
"It wasn't open until you made it that way." Kurt sang, turning in his seat to look at her as she toddled in.
"Hair!" Melody giggled and pointed at the screen.
"All that hair to play with when he gets home tomorrow!"
Melody's eyes widened and she let out a shriek, flailing her arms excitedly.
"Well someone is certainly excited for Blaine to come home." Kurt sat a bouncing Melody on his lap. "Sorry I'm not giving such a response, Blaine."
"She's speechless!" Blaine laughed. "This is wonderful!"
"Kurt, Kurt, Kuuuuurt!" Melody whispered loudly, gently tugging on his shirt sleeve.
"Yes, gorgeous?"
Melody giggled, glanced at the computer screen bashfully, and then buried her face in Kurt's shoulder.
"Oh, she's going to be shy." Kurt rolled his eyes. "This is a new development, Blaine."
"I'm not shy!" Melody protested.
Kurt turned her around so she was facing Blaine. "Don't you miss Blaine?"
"Uh huh!" Melody nodded.
"We miss him lots and lots." Kurt leaned down, resting his chin on Melody's head even if it put him at a slightly awkward angle. He then pouted at Blaine. "Don't we?"
"You two are horrible." Blaine shook his head.
Melody turned herself around and whispered something in Kurt's ear before scampering off.
"I've got to take her to the potty." Kurt informed Blaine. "Because she has to 'poopy' and couldn't say so in front of you."
"Better you than me." Blaine grinned.
"Ha." Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Well I better pack anyway, so I can just call you after my trial?"
"Please do. I need to know what you want for the grocery list or else you'll whine that there isn't any good food." Kurt laughed. "Bye, babe. I love you."
"I love you too, Kurt." Blaine said, waving. "Bye."
"KUUUURT!" Melody called from the bathroom.
"I'm coming, sweetie! I'm coming!" Kurt called before shutting his laptop and running from the room.
What had he said about wanting two children?
What was he thinking?
…
"Someone hit on Kurt."
Wes, who was trying to sleep, pulled his pillow over his head.
"Wes, I need to vent."
"Call David." Wes yawned.
"That guy that Kurt works with at the internship… the one who is Alec's friend? He started hitting on Kurt last night. Even though he knows Kurt is dating someone—well, me. Dating me." Blaine climbed into the bed, bringing his laptop with him.
"Oh my God. Are you signed onto Kurt's Facebook?" Wes mumbled sleepily, sitting up.
"Of course not. We don't get on each other's Facebook." Blaine scoffed. "I found him through Kurt's friend page. Look at this douche, okay? That is so not his real eye color. There is no way."
"Blaine, you are crazy." Wes yawned. "You do not need to have Facebook. You can't handle it responsibly. You have a problem. You are a Facebook stalker."
"I am not a Facebook stalker. Okay, I am stalking… but only him."
"You stalked Alec too. Remember where that got you? You and Kurt had that awful fight that turned everything upside down. You're going to build up things in your head and take it out on an innocent Kurt." Wes took the laptop and shut it.
Blaine huffed.
"Do you trust Kurt?"
"Of course I trust Kurt. It's the other—."
"No. If you trust Kurt, then that is all there is to it." Wes cut him off. "Kurt loves you, Blainers. You don't have to worry about other people."
"But he was flirting with Kurt."
"When I 'flirt' with you, does Kurt get pissed off?"
"That's different. You're straight and you think you're being funny." Blaine argued.
"Think? I am being funny."
"That's debatable." Blaine sighed.
"Even so, it's because Kurt trusts that you won't cheat on him." Wes continued. "Because it's obvious how head over heels you are for him. It's obvious that he is the only one you want."
"So?"
"So I think it's pretty obvious the same goes for Kurt. It's got to be hard having you so far away after everything you two have gone through… but he's okay with it, right? Maybe he was a little—is upset the right word?— but he didn't leave. He wants to make it work. If living thirteen hours away won't come between you, some guy with fake contacts won't."
Blaine sighed and grabbed his laptop, balancing it on his leg but not opening it. He then leaned forward, resting his chin on the edge. "I don't want to lose him."
"I don't think you will. If you two can't make it, I don't know who can." Wes said very seriously. "Don't worry about other people. You'll just get mad and cause arguments between you and Kurt. Arguments are a lot harder to fix when you live thirteen hours away."
"I don't see how I'm supposed to not think about someone that Kurt sees every day 'putting moves' on him or whatever. He wears a promise ring. Doesn't that stand for anything?"
"While the gesture is nice, a promise ring isn't a wedding ring. It wouldn't stop me from flirting with a girl and if the girl responds, it's her fault and not mine. But I'm pretty sure Kurt hightailed it out of there quicker than you would have been able to decide whether to punch or kick the guy."
"He did leave…"
"Don't worry, Blaine. You're not going to lose him." Wes fell back into a laying position. "You've met your serious-talk quota for the month. Better be glad it's the end of November."
"Thanks, Wes."
"What'd I say? Quota met. Cuddle or leave. Those are your options."
"Wes, do you get mad when girls leave after sex?" Blaine giggled.
"I'm not answering that."
"It's okay. I already told you. I'll be your snuggle buddy—" Blaine said.
"But not your butt buddy." They finished together.
"I am going to have to turn you down, though. I need to pack so I'm ready to leave tomorrow." Blaine laughed.
"I leave in an hour and haven't started packing yet. I like being challenged."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Tell me bye before you leave?"
"Alright, mommy." Wes grinned.
"If I was your mom, I'd have killed you by now. Probably not even on purpose." Blaine said as he left the room.
"Uh huh! Suuuure! I bet that's what all those crazy lady baby killers say!" Wes called.
"I'm busy, Wes!" Blaine yelled.
"Don't you write me off like that, Anderson! I won't stand for it! I'll take away—I don't know what, but I'll take it away!" Wes said, running into Blaine's room. "Ha! I'll take away your beloved Katy Perry CD."
"Give it. Kurt and I are listening to it on the drive from the airport to Lima." Blaine held out his hand as he rifled through CDs with his free one.
"No." Wes said, hiding it behind his back. "It's mine."
"Give. It."
"Fine." Wes handed Blaine the CD and plopped on his bed. "Blainers, you have to show up at my house some time during the break. Mom will kill both of us if you don't. Plus, I kind of already told her you would."
"I intended to visit." Blaine yawned and then continued speaking. "If I can steal Kurt's car, that is. He's kind of protective over it."
"One of these days you'll want to come back and live with me and David." Wes sighed dramatically.
"Oh, that would go really well with my boyfriend."
"It was worth a try." Wes let out a fake sob of despair and buried his face in Blaine's pillow.
"You now leave in thirty five minutes. You should probably go pack now." Blaine snorted, grabbing his suitcase. "That way I can pack."
"You just want to make sure I don't miss my flight so you'll be alone tonight and can watch porn because you won't be able to for six days." Wes grumbled as he went off to pack.
"It's like having a child." Blaine mumbled to himself before going into his closet and beginning to grab some clothes. "A very old and annoying child."