His fingers were thin. They were unbelievably thin - piano fingers, his mom once said. But currently they felt numb and dry and he rubbed them up and down his crossed legs in attempt to add warmth to his already slightly shivering body. He wished he had taken his dad's advice and worn gloves today. Blaine had gloves on. His hands were probably nice and warm. If they were together, Kurt would be holding his hands and his hands would be warm too. But instead, he was out here, in the cold, waiting for the guy Blaine was actually crushing on, with no gloves.

Kurt knew his face was probably scrunched up right now, something he could easily blame on the cold air. He couldn't help it; this was pathetic. He was so involved in this facade of a relationship he had made up, that he couldn't help the slight coldness he gave off towards the relationship that was about to be. But he was still a good friend. Not only that, he was one of Blaine's best friends. He couldn't leave him to fend for himself over if this Gap employee wanted something more or not. He had to be there for Blaine and be happy for him. He would want the same treatment if it was the other way around.

Kurt was so caught up in his own thoughts that he almost missed Blaine asking him a question, only catching bits, but enough to at least give a facial response when Blaine looked over to him. Blaine nodded, a bit of embarrassment in his face as he looked away. "Yeah, it was too much." He said, basically mumbling to himself.

Kurt was just about to speak, maybe say something witty to make him feel better- and if he was lucky, maybe put a reassuring arm around his shoulders and let Blaine lean on him- but before he could fully finish that fantasy, Jeremiah was walking through the doors, hands deep in his pockets, and Blaine was quick to stand up and call him. Jeremiah turned, apparently surprised to still see Blaine hanging around as he walked up to him.

"What the hell were you doing?" He spoke in harsh words as both Blaine and Kurt gave a shocked expression. Kurt was glad Blaine's back was to him, because his face most likely fell from the goofy, shy grin he had to his sad, puppy eyes of disappointment.

"What?" Blaine asked in reply, taking a step back a little.

"You can't just... show up at my job, and bust a move. You got me fired." Jeremiah explained, throwing his hands up in anger as Blaine hung his head a bit.

"But they loved it." Blaine argued weakly, trying to keep the smile on his face as Jeremiah rolled his eyes.

"My boss didn't... Neither did I." There was a slight uncomfortable silence as Jeremiah slipped his hands back in his jacket pockets, shifting on his feet. "No one here knows I'm gay."

Blaine's shoulders slumped even more than they did before, feeling the immediate shame of outing the guy he wanted to be his boyfriend and Kurt couldn't help but chime in, invading in the conversation that was really none of his business. But if it made Blaine feel a little less hurt, it was worth it. "Can I be honest? Just with the hair, I think they do." he spoke, both of the guys directing their attention to him instead of awkwardly at each other.

Jeremiah gave another eye roll, shaking his head and Kurt would've given one back because honestly, it's not like he had any sort of friendliness towards the man at all - but the small smile of appreciation on Blaine's face stopped him from doing so. The look in his eyes simply said the words of gratitude for Kurt saving him from feeling completely torn apart. And though it wasn't needed because Kurt would save Blaine from a burning building and have a full argument about why he didn't need to say 'thank you', Kurt gave a silent 'you're welcome' with a nod before allowing Blaine to turn back towards Jeremiah and continue.

"Listen Jeremiah," Blaine started, throwing his arms down a bit in defeat. "I never meant to 'out' you in front of everyone. That is the last thing I would want to do - for anyone. But, it happened, and you shouldn't be afraid to be who you are here. If this Gap doesn't accept you for your sexuality and great taste in guys with cheesy songs and people to harmonize with him, then... screw 'em."

Jeremiah ducked his head with a small chuckle, rubbing a hand over his forehead and in less than a second, Blaine's perkiness was back. He was happy and hopeful and determined to make this guy his...

Kurt wanted to believe it didn't hurt.

Jeremiah looked back up at Blaine, hands still deep in his pockets as he shook his head. "You think if I wanted to give a big 'eff you' to bigots like that, I'd be a freshman in an Ohio college?"

"You want to be in California. Being at Ohio State was only a second option, therefore, yes. I do." Blaine answered with a sharp nod of his head. Jeremiah gave another chuckle as he bit his lip. He rubbed a hand through his sandy colored hair with a sigh.

"Blaine, you gave me that entire serenade when we've only had... what, two? Maybe three coffees together?"

"And I plan to have more." Blaine spoke up, taking a step forward. Jeremiah smiled down at Blaine - though he wasn't that tall, Blaine was still incredibly short - and he gave a sigh, swallowing.

"Well, looks like your planning has paid off." he spoke. Blaine smiled widely, ducking his head a bit as he put his hands in his pockets, waiting for Jeremiah to continue. "I'll meet you our regular spot and... we can talk about... well, us." he informed.

"O - okay," Blaine nodded, and Kurt couldn't help but notice from his spot on the sidelines how Blaine's eyes widened when he said that. How it it was one of those happy moments. Where the happiness lit up his entire face, from the eyes going wide from hope and naive minded thinking to squinty from grinning, to the light blush on his cheeks that was obvious that it wasn't from the cold if you knew Blaine like Kurt knew Blaine. Not just his dazzling smile, but everything in between and everything on the outside showed how happy he was.

Kurt couldn't help but notice and appreciate that happy aura around Blaine. He couldn't help but wonder if Jeremiah appreciated that aura. He couldn't help but wonder if Jeremiah appreciated any of the little things about Blaine, even with the little time they had together. The way Kurt did.

Kurt watched as the two exchanged numbers before Jeremiah walked over to his car, Blaine waiting till he was out of sight before walking (basically bouncing) over to Kurt, making him stand as he let out a tiny squeal. "He wants to talk about us!" Blaine exclaimed, holding Kurt's hands in his with an excited grip as Kurt chuckled.

"I know, I heard." he smiled as Blaine bit his lip with happiness, his feet bouncing on the tips of his toes.

"He wants to have coffee with me right now." Blaine's happiness suddenly fell into a facade of concern as he gasped. "Oh God, how do I look? How's my breath? Oh God, what if he tries to kiss me? What if all of this is a joke and he's not really interested...?"

"Blaine..." Kurt chuckled again at Blaine's random ramble of concern, pulling him closer as Blaine worried his bottom lip between his teeth with nervousness. "Hey, stop with all this anxiety. You look amazing, your breath is fine, and of course he's gonna wanna kiss you whether that be today or next week because you are perfect. Now shut your mouth and get that cute butt over to the coffee shop so he can fall in love with you."

Blaine suddenly became silent as he looked down, and Kurt had worried if he had even heard a word of that tiny speech he had just gave, but then Blaine was throwing his arms around Kurt, making him take a step back to regain his balance. Kurt laughed softly, Blaine's arms tight around his neck and Kurt hugged back tightly, gently rubbing up and down Blaine's back.

"Thank you so much." he mumbled in Kurt's ear, and Kurt gave a smile, tightening his arms around Blaine and giving him a squeeze.

"That's what friends are for." he mumbled back, with a small laugh. Blaine pulled back out of the hug and instantly it felt colder around Kurt, but Blaine was grinning as he took Kurt's hands again for one more spark of reassurance, so Kurt smiled back.

"I'll tell you about everything later tonight. Wish me luck, okay?" Blaine smiled, Kurt rolling his eyes.

"Like you need luck. Now go, he's waiting for you!" Kurt urged with a laugh, and Blaine laughed along, slipping his hands out of Kurt's and racing over to his car, waving at Kurt once more with an excited grin before getting in and making his way out of the lot.

Kurt smiled softly, watching him leave. A small shiver came over him as he felt a breeze slip through his fingers. He rubbed his hands together as he walked to his own car, before looking down at them. Warm when Blaine was holding them... now cold and ungloved. Kurt rolled his eyes at himself before getting into his car.

Kurt's phone buzzed later that week - a Saturday to be precise - and he was just about to ignore it, keeping himself indulged in his tear jerking movie, until he saw Blaine's picture pop up on his screen. He never missed one of Blaine's calls, especially lately since Blaine called more often to gush about Jeremiah. Kurt was his best friend anyway, so if Kurt didn't pick up the phone that day, Blaine would just talk about it when they got to Dalton on Monday and it was so much easier to pretend to listen when he couldn't see Kurt's zoned out face.

It's not that he didn't like to listen to Blaine and have a good conversation with him. It's just that with Jeremiah, Kurt became easily bored with hearing about his "gorgeous hair that you just wanna run your fingers through" or his "beautiful blue eyes that you could just see the ocean in". Seriously, Kurt had blue eyes too and he never heard Blaine talk so highly about his. What made Jeremiah so special?

Kurt wasn't jealous. What did he have to be jealous over? Tonight was Blaine and Jeremiah's first official date, dinner and a movie rather than their constant coffee lunches, there was literally nothing worth being jealous about. And yet...

Kurt clicked the answer button on his phone, and placed it to his ear with a roll of his eyes. "Blaine, you know Saturdays are movie days. Unless Jeremiah kissed you or something major, you're getting scolded for interrupting." He warned, popping a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth.

There was a few beats and Kurt furrowed his eyebrows, wondering if Blaine was there. He was just about to call his name before Blaine spoke up. "He did." he said softly. "He kissed me..."

Kurt paused mid chew, eyes widening. "R - really?" he coughed, then cleared his throat before picking up his remote and turning down his TV. "How was it?"

"It was..."

Bad. Weird. Awkward. Please, say any of those things. Just say it was bad...

"Amazing." Blaine finished with a dreamy sigh. The breath Kurt was holding for an answer he wanted released and he swallowed down the guilt for wanting such a bad thing for his friend. There was a different feeling down in his chest with the guilt, but he chose to ignore it. It was for the best.

"Kurt, I..." Blaine stammered before letting out a short laugh. Kurt gave a weary smile for his friend, feeling happy that he was happy. Wanting to feel happy that he was happy. "I wasn't even expecting it, he just walked me to my door and I started saying what a nice time I had and he just... kissed me."

"That's great, Blaine." Kurt gave a tight smile, before pulling the phone down to his shoulder, and letting out a stuttering breath.

Don't you dare do it Kurt, don't you dare, Kurt thought to himself, biting his lip before bringing the phone back to his ear to listen to Blaine speak.

"It was, Kurt! Just... imagine the most amazing person ever just deciding to kiss you..." Blaine grinned. Kurt didn't want to imagine. He had done it so many times before, and doing it now would do nothing but add fuel to the fire. "I don't know what to say. I'm speechless."

Kurt nodded with a shaky laugh. "So am I," he said, and instantly regret it. His voice was broken and weak from holding back and pretending this didn't hurt when it so clearly did. He could've been sure Blaine heard the croak but he prayed to God that he didn't ask about it.

"Kurt, are you... are you crying?"

Oh yeah. Kurt had forgotten God didn't exist.

"No, no I'm just..." Kurt paused to regain himself, blinking away tears that thankfully didn't start to slip out. "I was watching a very sad movie earlier and your happy story gave me such a mix up, I got a little emotional." Kurt lied, giving away a soft laugh to make it seem like everything was okay.

"Aw, do you want me to come over tonight?" Blaine offered with a chuckle that Kurt returned.

"No, I'm fine. Haven't you seen me cry enough?" he joked. Blaine let out a short laugh before giving another sigh, staying quiet for a few beats.

"I feel like I'm about to cry myself," Blaine laughed weakly. Kurt softened at Blaine's tone, forgetting his own emotions and focusing on his best friend's. "God, Kurt, this is... people think I have this great life where I get everything, but... this is genuinely the first time I've succeeded personally since..."

Sadie Hawkins, Kurt finished for him in his mind, listening to Blaine clear his throat. Blaine had told him that personal experience about getting hurt, a few days after they had started becoming comfortable enough to sleep over each other's houses. He told Kurt how he had never felt so low. How he felt like he was broken and disgusting because that's what his abusers told him when they hurt him that night.

That was the first time Kurt saw the cracks in Blaine's armor and learned to appreciate a little more everything Blaine had done for him.

"The first time since the incident I have actually felt... proud. And happy and..." Blaine let out a sniffle and Kurt touched his heart over how ecstatic Blaine was. He was so happy now and it truly made Kurt happy that something that seemed so simple made somebody as amazing as Blaine actually feel like he was amazing. "I feel like I'm floating Cloud 9."

Kurt let out a soft laugh alongside Blaine, bringing his knees to his chest and resting his chin on his knees. "I'm so happy for you, Blaine." Kurt admitted, as Blaine sniffled again, sighing.

"Thank you, Kurt. It means a lot to me that you've helped me get this. I can't thank you enough for all you've done for me." Blaine smiled and Kurt blushed softly, rolling his eyes.

"All I did was sing behind you when you serenaded him," Kurt laughed, but Blaine was quick to argue.

"No, you've done so much more. More than you know. Thank you," Blaine spoke. Kurt paused, taking in the words. He gave a deep sigh and a nod.

"Hey, that's what friends do, right?" He smiled. It was fake and the words were rough against his tongue but they came out sweet and sincere, exactly what Blaine needed.

Blaine gave a laugh as he sniffed once more. "Right... thank you for being my best friend." A loud yawn finished off the rest of the sentence followed by a laugh that Kurt just had to join in on. "I guess I'm worn out tonight. Sorry about that."

"No, no you go ahead and get to bed," Kurt insisted. "You've had a long day." Blaine gave one more chuckle before yawning again and humming in agreement.

"I guess you're right." He nodded. "I'll talk to you some more tomorrow. Maybe come over so we can do our homework together?" Kurt rolled his eyes at the thought, grinning softly. Doing homework together on Sunday was usually consisting of Kurt finishing his homework while Blaine procrastinated and tried to distract Kurt, then using the puppy eyes when it became late and he had to beg Kurt to see the answers and jot them down.

Kurt didn't mind it much, as long as Blaine knew enough to pass the tests too. Which he always did.

"That sounds nice." Kurt smiled. "Goodnight, Blaine. Sweet dreams."

Kurt found that maybe he needed to start changing his days to relax to Sunday instead of Saturday. It seemed that Saturday was the only day Blaine and Jeremiah could ever go out, resulting in some disgustingly sweet (disgusting for Kurt, sweet for Blaine) story about that entire day that Blaine just needed to call Kurt and share. The first couple of times Blaine called Kurt on Saturday, Kurt wouldn't mind, pushing his way through all of Blaine's stories.

Then, as time went on, the envy that sat low in Kurt's stomach started to build up with every word Blaine told, which resulted in the guilty lies Kurt told to stop listening. He felt awful for telling Blaine that he was going to bed early or that he needed to study when it wasn't true, but hearing Blaine constantly go on about Jeremiah could possibly kill someone.

He started returning the favor when Blaine would ask more of Kurt than just listening to his story, though, and suddenly, Kurt found himself putting on real clothes instead of his pajamas every Saturday. Kurt would head of to Blaine's when he called for an outfit emergency or where to go on his new date or whatever else Blaine needed before Jeremiah picked him up in his car that Blaine had bragged so much about.

Kurt thought that was all he needed to do. Thought that he was being a good enough friend, and that considering the circumstances, fate would allow him to not need to do more.

Unfortunately, fate was a bitch.

It hadn't been maybe more than two months of Blaine and Jeremiah dating when Blaine had all but begged Kurt to not only help him get ready for the movie date he was having later that evening, but to be apart of it.

"Excuse me?" Kurt all but stuttered, turning from his position in front of Blaine's closet to see him sitting crossed legged on his bed, a faint blush on his cheeks as he fumbled with his fingers nervously.

"I thought it'd be fun if maybe you came along with us." Blaine mumbled once again, shifting slightly under Kurt's gaze. "We haven't spent time together in a while and-"

"And you thought you could fix that by making me a third wheel?" Kurt questioned as Blaine uncrossed his legs to propped them under his butt, a defense mechanism Kurt had learned Blaine did to make himself feel bigger when he got nervous.

"You wouldn't be a third wheel." Blaine quickly protested. Kurt slanted his head to the side in question and crossed his arms as he watched Blaine avert his eyes. "I-I mean, I wouldn't let that happen. I just really miss hanging out with you, and want you and Jeremiah to know each other better."

"Blaine?" Kurt hummed as Blaine lifted his eyes to look at him. Kurt simply stayed silent, but the glare he had locked on Blaine showed a challenge to get the truth out of him, and it took all but 30 seconds before Blaine was turning away from Kurt's eyes with a huff.

"Fine..." He sighed, rolling his eyes and falling back into his bed dramatically. He buried his head into his pillow before he spoke, making Kurt sigh as he sat down next to him, tapping him softly.

"I'm sorry, I think I missed that last part." he said, making Blaine lift his head, his eyes looking down at his hands in shame.

"I said, he wants me to go see the new Paranormal Activity..." he mumbled once again, but loud enough for Kurt to hear, and for him to understand what was going on. Blaine had confided in Kurt once that he was freakishly afraid of horror movies, sheepishly admitting how it felt like he was having a panic attack every time he watched one ever since he was a child.

"Blaine..." Kurt sighed, putting an arm around Blaine's shoulders when he sat up fully, as Blaine leaned into him with a pout. "Why didn't you just tell Jeremiah you don't like scary movies?"

"I did, he just doesn't understand." Blaine told, looking down.

"Then why didn't you just refuse to go, or make him understand?" Kurt questioned once more, this time Blaine looking up at him with sad, brown, puppy eyes.

"I don't want to make a bad impression." he mumbled once more, as Kurt scoffed.

"You've been dating for almost two months."

"Yeah, and I want to date for longer than two months. What if he's a huge scary movie fan, and breaks up with me because we can't agree?"

"Then it wasn't meant to be."

"Kurt."

Kurt groaned softly, rolling his eyes at his friend as he unwrapped his arm from around him and stood to finish looking through the closet. Leave it to Blaine to try to change something he hates into something he likes just to impress some college guy. And leave it to Kurt to be so infatuated with him, he'd say yes to being a third wheel. So much for his movie Saturdays.

"You're an idiot, you know that, right?" Kurt called from over his shoulder, pulling out a shirt from Blaine's closet. Kurt could basically hear the smile on Blaine's face as he spoke out an "Yes.", which in turn, simply made Kurt smile back. "And you know you owe me big time right?"

"Yes." Blaine repeated more excitedly, standing off his bed, and throwing his arms around Kurt to hug him from behind. "I owe you the world, Kurt Hummel. Thank you so much."

"Yeah, yeah, just put extra butter on the popcorn."

And that was how Kurt found himself sitting next to Blaine, as he jumped closer to Jeremiah at every single sound, in a dark movie theater that smelled of popcorn and feet, watching a horror movie he really didn't want to watch anymore. They were about 3/4 through the movie when Jeremiah had dumbly excused himself to go to the restroom, leaving Blaine jumpy in his seat and knuckles turning white as he gripped onto the cupholders.

Kurt rolled his eyes at Jeremiah's obliviousness of finding the worst time ever to go to the bathroom, before something jumped out into the screen and Blaine almost had a heart attack, throwing himself as far back into the chairs as possible, closing his eyes tightly, and clutching his chest. Kurt sighed softly in sympathy, his hand moving to take Blaine's off his chest, and hold it in his.

Blaine jumped slightly at the touch, before opening his eyes and seeing Kurt, sighing as he squeezed his hand a bit. Kurt lifted the cup holder, and Blaine quickly breathed out a "thank you" before going to hold him before Kurt even opened his arms as an invitation. His head buried into Kurt's shoulder to block out the screen in a way so Kurt's neck was pressed against Blaine's ear to block out the sound, all while Blaine's hand was tightly gripping Kurt's in fear.

Kurt looked down at the sight, feeling so horrible that someone he cared about was sitting through something that could be compared to torture, and his boyfriend, who was obviously undeserving of the title, was making him sit through it. When the credits finally did roll, Blaine all but ran out of the movie theater, not caring that he was still holding Kurt's hand and pulling him along, or that there were other people around them that could judge them for what they are, even if they weren't together.

Blaine took a seat on a bench near the bathrooms as Kurt crouched down in front of him, rubbing his back. "Hey," Kurt spoke, making Blaine look at Kurt from where he was hunched over and breathing heavily. "I'm really proud of you. But never do that again."

Blaine gave a sheepish smile, rubbing a hand over his face and rolling his eyes at himself. "I must've looked like an idiot."

"You didn't." Kurt spoke up quickly, the hand that was still holding Blaine's squeezing the latter's a bit in a reassurance. "I promise."

Blaine sighed deeply, before giving Kurt one of those looks. One of the looks that showed how appreciative he was to have Kurt as a friend; and that could probably make Kurt do anything for Blaine if he needed it. "Thank you, Kurt." he spoke, and Kurt smiled back at him, ducking his head with a faint blush on his cheeks that he hoped wouldn't be noticed. "Where's Jeremiah?"

And just like that, the moment was ruined.

Kurt shrugged, half-heartedly, not really caring, but had noticed that he had never returned from the bathroom. "I'll go look for him." Kurt spoke with a slight smile and Blaine nodded, slowly letting go of Kurt's hand when he started to stand.

Jeremiah obviously wasn't in the bathroom for that long amount of time, so Kurt decided to look near the food lines. He scanned them quickly, and after seeing no recognition, he started to turn around, until seeing the blond curly hair of the man he didn't like at the further end of the theater. Kurt started to walk towards him with an annoyed huff before seeing him with another guy. Flirting.

His eyes widened at the sight that he could barely take in. Really? This is what he was doing all this time? Who the hell did he think he was, letting Blaine sit through something that he hated for this douche while he stayed outside and batted his eyelashes at someone else?

By the time Kurt had walked up to them, he had already planned and rehearsed what he was going to say to Jeremiah; ready to read him a list of why he didn't deserve Blaine in the first place, insult him for trying to cheat and then storm out with his friend by his side. Which, with all the anger he had against Jeremiah in the first place, wouldn't be hard to do.

He stood behind Jeremiah, crossing his arms and clearing his throat to earn his attention as he turned around and looked over at Kurt with a raised eyebrow. Kurt's face turned to the other man, telling him to walk away, which he did with a smile and nod at Jeremiah, before Kurt looked back at Blaine's soon-to-be ex.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Kurt started, staring at Jeremiah hard. "You left Blaine in there by himself to watch a movie, that could've given him a heart attack, to flirt with some other guy on your date?"

Jeremiah paused, playing an obviously false innocent look before saying, "Who said I was flirting?"

Kurt clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing at Jeremiah. "Don't you dare act dumb, I saw you-"

"You saw me talking to someone. Not flirting." He spoke, bypassing Kurt and walking in the direction of Blaine before Kurt pulled him back.

"Jeremiah, Blaine may fall for you bullshit, but not me. And I will not let him get hurt over some arrogant asshole who thinks he can pull one over his head." Kurt snapped in a hushed tone, glaring as Jeremiah rolled his eyes.

"So, what? You're going to tell him?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because it'll crush him."

Damn. That was true. Kurt was silent for a moment, taking a long hard look at Jeremiah before speaking again. "He's a big kid, he'll get over it." He said, turning and starting to move away.

"What even makes you think he'll believe you anyway?" Jeremiah asked, making Kurt turn.

"Because I'm his friend."

"Yeah, but you're not his boyfriend. I am." Jeremiah spoke. Kurt faltered slightly, his heart picking up, because Jeremiah knew. He fucking knew, and that's what just made this whole thing worse. That there was a possibility that he could end up with Blaine and rub his relationship in Kurt's face. "Neither of us wants Blaine to get hurt. So why don't you forget what you think you saw."

Kurt shook his head at Jeremiah in disbelief. How in the hell did Blaine decide to be with the biggest ass in the world? "You underestimate Blaine. He's stronger than who you think he is, and he's not going stand by you forever."

Kurt made his way back to Blaine with Jeremiah close behind him, probably making sure Kurt wasn't going to say anything. He wasn't though. Not here anyway. It was too public and that wasn't fair to Blaine. "Found him." Kurt mumbled uninterested once he reached Blaine as Blaine stood up off the bench.

"Hey babe," Jeremiah spoke to Blaine, giving him a kiss on the lips as Kurt rolled his eyes, feeling like he was about to puke at the sight. He tuned out Jeremiah's lame excuse as to where he was, keeping his arms crossed as he waited for them to say they were ready to leave. Blaine was taking a ride home with Jeremiah, obviously, and Kurt had drove so once they were in the parking lot, Blaine immediately pulled Kurt in for a hug goodbye.

"I'll probably call you tomorrow." He said as Kurt nodded silently, ready to turn around before Blaine stopped him. "Are you okay? You seem..." Blaine shrugged, not sure what to say, as Kurt nodded with a slight smile.

"I'm fine. Text me when you get home." Kurt spoke. Blaine gave a long look to Kurt before putting up his index finger, signaling Kurt to wait there as he walked back to Jeremiah. They spoke lowly, Kurt not being able to hear them, but Jeremiah looked displeased so Kurt could only wonder what Blaine had told him before walking back over to Kurt.

"Can I stay over with you tonight?" Blaine asked, not really waiting for an answer before walking to Kurt's car.

"What? Why?" Kurt spoke, quickly following behind Blaine with a confused look.

"Because I just saw a scary movie, and I don't want to be alone tonight."

"But why'd you leave Jeremiah?" Kurt asked, as Blaine stopped at the car, leaning against it to look at Kurt.

"Because I didn't do what I said I was going to do." Blaine spoke, Kurt giving another confused look. "I made you a third wheel when I said I wasn't. That's why you're upset right? I mean, I know how annoying it must be, but I do care about you and I actually do miss spending time with you-"

"Oh, Blaine, no..." Kurt stopped Blaine, putting a hand on his shoulder, because Blaine was so unbelievably adorable to be worried about Kurt being uncomfortable and try and make up for it with an impromptu sleepover. Jeremiah really didn't deserve someone like Blaine. "It wasn't anything you did, I promise. You have nothing to make up to me."

Blaine nodded with a soft smile at the reassurance before shrugging. "I still wanna stay with you tonight, anyway. I don't want you going to sleep unhappy." he said, and Kurt smiled, nodding at him as he walked to the other side of the car and unlocking the doors.

"That's perfectly fine with me."

It didn't take long for them to arrive at Kurt's house, change into their pajamas, put on a Disney movie to distract both Blaine and Kurt from the different things that were troubling them and get some snacks prepared. Maybe Kurt's lazy movie Saturdays could still be a thing afterall.

Blaine was cozied up close to Kurt, sitting his empty bowl of ice cream on the bed and letting out a slight yawn, blissfully unaware of Kurt looking down at him with fondness. He couldn't let Blaine go on oblivious to his boyfriend. It would just hurt even more when, god forbid, Jeremiah did more than just "talk" to some other guy. Blaine didn't deserve to be lied to.

He sat up, drawing out a slight whine from Blaine who was lying comfortably on his shoulder, but also started to sit up after Kurt. "Blaine I need to tell you something." Kurt spoke, as Blaine gave a concerned look. pausing the movie. "It's about Jeremiah."

Kurt's heart almost broke as Blaine's face dropped. Why, Kurt wasn't fully sure, but Blaine was ready to hear some bad news. He spoke up before Kurt could, in a mumble. "You don't like him, do you?"

Kurt paused - confused, because sure Kurt didn't like Jeremiah, but he thought he was at least being friendly when he was around him. He wouldn't want Blaine to feel awkward spending time with the both of them. "What makes you say that?" Kurt asked.

"If you think you're my best friend and I haven't learned the difference between you and your acting, then you're sadly mistaken."

Kurt gave Blaine a slight smile before pulling him into a hug. He'd hate to say it out loud, but Jeremiah was right. Hurting Blaine like this wouldn't do much but simply hurt Blaine. He was so happy with Jeremiah, and hopefully Kurt had scared Jeremiah into staying loyal, because he could lose Blaine in an instant. He knew for sure that if this happened again, he would have to tell Blaine, but not now. Not after Blaine worked so hard to get Jeremiah in the first place.

"If you like him, I like him." Kurt told. He could feel Blaine squeeze him tighter, thankful to hear that.

"Thank you, Kurt." Blaine mumbled, pulling Kurt closer with a sigh. Kurt closed his eyes, nuzzling his nose into Blaine's shoulder and inhaling, and like this, he could almost pretend that this hug meant something more. Like Blaine's heart was beating just as fast as Kurt's with happiness. Like it was just the two of them. But, Kurt quickly let those thoughts fade, because they were dangerous. They only broke his own heart.

Kurt pulled away slightly to look Blaine in the eyes, with a half smile. "Am I really that pellucid?"

Blaine laughed softly, shaking his head as he pulled away completely to lie down in Kurt's bed. "Only to me." he smiled, playing their movie. "And probably your dad." He patted his hand on the spot next to him, and Kurt happily lied down, resting his head on Blaine's chest and hearing the light thumping of his heart. And when Blaine dozed off later that night, Kurt didn't allow himself to imagine that it was just the two of them, because it wasn't. It was just Kurt.