Sorry about the long wait! See the author's note at the bottom of the chapter. On with the story!

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with the world of glee! That sole privilege belongs to RIB. All I own is a work uniform that I accidentally dyed yellow….

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Blaine walked down the hallway in some sort of daze. He had had the brief thought that talking about the whole situation with someone would have cleared his head a little, except all it had done in reality was to confuse him more. His head was spinning and all he could think about was that damn doodle and the disapproving looks David and Wes had shot him as he shut his dorm door behind him. The only thing keeping him grounded was the phone he kept clutched in his right hand as he strode quickly to his car.

Hurry, your coffee is getting cold! :) – J

His lips quirked up humourlessly at the text. Despite the fact that they had been on several coffee dates now, Jeremiah always seemed to order Blaine the wrong kind of coffee- and each time they went out, he got him a different order. It wasn't necessarily a deal breaker and Blaine was never one to pass up coffee, but it was one of those details that Blaine had always thought would be important. He had always daydreamt about being able to visit the Lima Bean with his boyfriend and have him place his order before he could even think of opening his mouth. It was the silly romantic in him; he knew it was ridiculous. But the thought that someone could care for and about him so much as to remember such a small thing warmed his soul.

'Kurt knew what my coffee order was after just a few hours-'

Still, Jeremiah tried. At least he was gentlemanly enough to get him a coffee. It didn't matter if it was the wrong kind; it's the thought that counts. And he was clearly trying.

We wouldn't want that now, would we? ;O – B

No, but I'm sure we'd find some way to warm it up ;) – J

This time Blaine's smile stretched across his face. See, this is what he wanted. To be able to send flirty texts to and from a nice guy who genuinely seemed to be into him. He loved the fluttering feeling he got in his stomach whenever he received a text from Ku-

Jeremiah. Blaine shook his head slightly.

He loved it when his heart beat faster in his chest when he saw the cute mop of blonde hair. He preened under the somewhat- secret looks the junior manager gave him that were filled with attraction. They had a great time together and Blaine honestly looked forward to each time he saw the older boy. What was wrong with that?

Nothing, Blaine decided as he slammed his car door shut and turned on the ignition. Nothing was wrong with feeling good about spending time with a cute guy. Wes and David could keep their thoughts and bad looks to themselves. So what if Kurt liked him? Was he supposed to react straight away to it? Drop everything and start to woo a boy who was just his best friend? He had no idea how to deal with the whole Kurt thing anyway. Plus, his friend had gone back home for the night so there wasn't much he could do.

Pulling out of his driving space, Blaine shook his head once more, a few curls breaking free of the gel. He can't think of the mess with Kurt now. All he had to do was to meet Jeremiah and have a good time. Tomorrow was a new day, but tonight he was just going to enjoy himself.

And with that new conviction, Blaine pushed all thoughts of Kurt out of his head, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling that was growing in his stomach.

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"Okay Wevid, this best be good." Nick's grumpy warning was just audible above the noises coming from the TV screen. The brunette Warbler flopped down on Blaine's empty bed as Jeff leaned against the open doorway. His face held a smirk as he rolled his eyes at Nick.

Wes, who had been lounging on his own bed with David, paused the DVD that was running and sat up. Next to him, David placed down his redvines. Jeff raised an eyebrow.

"Must be serious." He commented offhandedly. The concern that narrowed his eyes was the only indication that he wasn't feeling as unruffled as he showed. After all, for David to step away from his treats and for Wes to not bite their heads off for calling them 'Wevid' something serious must have happened.

Wes, as ever efficient and business like, got straight to the point. "Blaine found out that Kurt has a crush on him."

Nick raised his eyebrows and Jeff straightened up.

"Seriously?" Nick asked incredulously. At the pair of nods he blinked, surprised. "How?"

"We don't know, he never told us." David shrugged. He highly doubted that Kurt was the one to actually tell Blaine how he felt especially after what had happened in the library. Plus both of the Warbler boys were stupidly oblivious, Blaine more so than Kurt. To be honest the four friends didn't understand how their feelings for each other had not been completely obvious to the other.

"How did Blaine react?" Jeff piped up from near the door. A small sense of foreboding had settled in his stomach. Wes snorted.

"Exactly as you're thinking he did. Blamed us for not telling him, freaked out over how much of an idiot he is for what he said to Kurt earlier on and then left to go on a date with Jeremiah."

"Woah, hold up," Nick leaned forward in his seat. "Blaine went out on a date moments after finding out that his best friend not-so-secretly pines for him?"

Wevid nodded their heads together. Nick and Jeff shared a raised eyebrow. Sure, Blaine never had a clue, but they would have thought he would at least cancel his coffee date after finding out about Kurt.

The boys sat in silence for several moments as they marvelled in their friend's idiocy. Soon Jeff's brow furrowed as he shut the dorm room door and went to sit by Nick.

"Hang on, you said Blaine freaked out over something he said earlier. What happened?" Nick looked up at that question.

"Does what he said have something to do with why Kurt left for the night?"

Wes and David shared a silent look as they tried to decide how to tell the two boys. After a brief period of raised eyebrows and pointed looks, David leaned back and picked up his redvines again as he gestured for Wes to go ahead. Wes glared at the dark skinned boy before telling the other two what Blaine had mentioned of what went down in the library.

By the end of the explanation the younger Warbler's mouths had long since dropped.

"He didn't!" Jeff exclaimed in horror. No wonder Kurt had gone home! He had been rejected in the most condescending way by the guy he wanted nothing more than to be with. The worse thing was that said guy had had no clue what he was doing!

"He did." David grimaced.

"Poor Kurt," Nick shook his head slowly and rubbed at his forehead. "How's he going to act tomorrow do you think? Kurt, I mean, when he comes back to Dalton?"

"No idea. You know how Kurt can be sometimes." Wes flinched slightly as he remembered the glares Kurt had sent him on numerous occasions during a Warbler meeting. He was the only member to date that was capable of making Wes release them from rehearsal halfway through an intense session. The other Warblers were still in awe of this slightly terrifying talent.

"Yeah, but the whole thing is about Blaine..." Jeff pointed out uncertainly.

"Precisely. It's Blaine. Which means Kurt could either just brush it off and act all normal or-"

"- he could blow like a nuclear reactor." Nick finished David's sentence. Neither possibility settled well with the group of boys. It wouldn't be like Kurt to let someone get away with how Blaine had acted, and the thought of Kurt losing it was petrifying. None of them could decide which outcome would worry them more.

David sighed and viciously bit into one of his treats. "So what do we do?"

"Nothing we can do," Wes shrugged. "Blaine won't listen to us and Kurt doesn't know that Blaine knows and that we now know as well."

"Even though we already knew he wants Blaine to get inside his skin-tight jeans?" Jeff raised an eyebrow as he grinned. Nick wrinkled his nose.

"Did not need those images, Sterling." Jeff rolled his eyes in response.

"We'll just have to play it by ear. Try and prevent Blaine from being a complete moron or something." Wes carried on as though neither of the boys had spoken. David, Nick and Jeff reluctantly agreed.

None of them liked the situation and hated the fact that they couldn't do anything even more. They just hoped that Blaine would sort the whole thing out quickly and painlessly.

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By the time Blaine pulled up outside the Lima Bean his head was clearer. The weird feeling in the pit of his stomach had diminished somewhat as butterflies took its place. Looking out of the windscreen of his car he could see Jeremiah sat at a table just to the side of the windows- a place he always seemed to pick- facing the door, probably waiting for Blaine to come in. With one last deep breath, the Warbler Lead got out of his car and set across the parking lot.

The welcome bell rang over head and though he knew where his date would be he still had his eyes scan the Lima Bean. Jeremiah spotted him and leaned back in his chair with a relieved expression. His hand rose slightly in greeting and Blaine made his way over.

"Sorry I'm late, the guys don't know when to shut up," Blaine excused himself. An almost nervous smile formed on his face as his brain reminded him exactly why his friends wouldn't stay quiet.

"No problem," Jeremiah grinned back as he leaned further backwards. "I picked you up a coffee."

It was the same kind of greeting every time. Blaine would walk in, sit down, and Jeremiah would point out that the second cup of coffee was for him. It was an obvious point and had become routine for them.

"Thanks," Blaine replied as he lifted the cup to his lips. He carefully held back his grimace as the sickly sweet taste hit the back of his throat. 'Do they even make coffee with honey...?'

Ignoring the sudden urge to brush his teeth, the lead soloist started off the conversation by asking how Jeremiah's latest shift had gone on. As though this was the cue that the older boy was waiting for, Jeremiah became animated and launched into a tale of how his day had gone. This led to the pair of them moving on to talk about a new album one of them had heard and how it sounded so different from the artists' usual sound. The more they talked about music, the livelier Blaine became and the more Jeremiah's eyes seemed to dart about. Blaine ignored it the first few times but the more frequently it happened the more he began to worry.

"Hey, are you okay?" he eventually asked. Jeremiah's distant eyes snapped back to him, startled, and he plastered a fake smile on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I kind of zoned out there. What were you saying?" he shrugged it off. Blaine eyed him for a few moments before moving his hand slightly towards the one Jeremiah had left on the table. It twitched slightly but didn't move away so Blaine moved his own hand more.

"Are you su-"

"Jeremiah!"

Blaine's question was cut off and Jeremiah jumped violently in his seat at the noise. Blaine watched as the blonde teen yanked his hand off the table as though it had been burned and his face drained of colour. Turning slightly in his seat he saw a group of three guy's wave at the blonde across from him. The looks on their faces were puzzled as they took in the pair sat at the table and when Blaine looked back at Jeremiah, he could see a look of panic creeping into his eyes.

"Jeremiah-" Blaine once again tried to ask Jeremiah if he was okay and again the singer was interrupted.

"Uh, I'm just going to go and get another cup of coffee." Jeremiah announced in a slightly louder voice than usual. Before Blaine even had time to blink the Gap manager had practically leapt out of his chair and darted away to head off the group that had by now moved up to the counter.

Blaine's brow furrowed; what had that been all about? Sure, he had seen some of his friends come into the coffee shop and probably wanted to say a quick hello, but Jeremiah acted like he had been electrocuted. Shaking his head in bafflement, the Dalton boy picked up his coffee and took slow sips from the cup. The taste still left much to be desired but he needed the caffeine.

Without his date sat across from him as a distraction Blaine's thoughts travelled back to his countertenor friend.

He still did not know how to handle that mess. Of course his first step was to apologise profusely for what he had said in the library, but then what? He couldn't let Kurt know that he had found the notebook so that created the additional problem of getting the book back to his friend unnoticed. And what if Kurt did find out that he had seen the doodle? Would he be mortified and avoid Blaine? Or would he expect Blaine to do something about it, to either let him down gently or say that he liked Kurt the same way?

And that was the big question. Did Blaine feel the same way about Kurt?

The thought crept slowly to the forefront of his mind as his hand faltered on its grip on his coffee. The thing was that Blaine didn't know if he liked Kurt as more than his best friend. He had never thought about it. Yes, he found Kurt attractive and he loved everything about his friend's personality, but that didn't necessarily mean that he had a crush on him did it? Obviously David, Wes and the other Warblers were under the impression that their soloist returned their countertenor's feelings and if Blaine was completely honest with himself, he could picture how easily he possibly could have a crush on Kurt but still.

He rubbed his hand over his jaw and pushed the thoughts back. The bottom line was that he simply didn't know and anyway, wasn't it a bit inappropriate to be thinking these things while he was on a date with a guy he was actually aware that he had feelings for? Speaking of said date, Blaine quickly scanned the Lima Bean for the familiar mop of Jeremiah's hair. He couldn't see any sign of him but a quick glance told Blaine that the manager's car was still in the parking lot. Frowning slightly he told himself that Jeremiah would be back soon. Deciding to take advantage of this fact, Blaine stood up and made his way towards the men's bathrooms.

Blaine was just about to turn round the corner to walk towards the bathrooms when he heard a slightly familiar voice.

"So what brings you here, Jer?"

It was the guy that had shouted Jeremiah's name a few minutes ago. Blaine hesitated; it was wrong to listen in on a person's conversation and that was made worse by the fact that it was his date's exchange he was listening to. But at the same time he found himself curious- Jeremiah's behaviour had been strange since before his friends walked in and maybe he could find out what was wrong.

His mind made up, Blaine stayed in his position just behind the wall and concentrated.

"To have some coffee, why else would I come into a coffee shop?" was Jeremiah's sarcastic reply. Blaine frowned at the slight waver in the blonde's tone.

"Well, yeah. But you blew us off 'cause you said you had to pick something up." The same voice as earlier spoke, sounding suspicious. Jeremiah laughed nervously.

"That's why I'm here, to pick something up." The waver had gotten worse.

"What, that boy you were sat with?" this time it was a new person speaking and Blaine's body stiffened immediately at the disdain that dripped from the words. The group of boys laughed.

Blaine stood up even straighter and held his breath. Surely these guys couldn't be friends of Jeremiah's, not if the underlining homophobia meant anything. The words that were being said could be taken jokingly and Blaine had had some of the Warblers say similar comments to him in the past but this was different. There was a malice laced in with the question, a mocking tone that Blaine was all too familiar with; it was the same tone that the bullies from his old school and the Sadie Hawkins had used. His body was tensed and wound up with slight fear as he tried to decide what to do. Should he walk round the corner and find a way to get Jeremiah away from the group, or should he go and get a member of staff to at least cause a distraction, if not an intervention?

However, before he could make up his mind Jeremiah seemed to have gained some composure and let out a dry snort before he answered.

"Him? He wishes. Nah, he knows my boss at the Gap; thought I'd see if he could put a good word in for me to get the promotion I'm after."

Blaine's breath hitched in his chest and he wobbled back a step. It was as though the blood had stopped flowing through his body, leaving him stiff and frozen as he tried to process the lie that he had just heard.

'He doesn't mean it. He was probably just finding a way to get away from those assholes, making an excuse so they wouldn't try anything...'

But no matter how hard his brain tried to deny the words, it couldn't ignore the confident way Jeremiah had said them; couldn't deny the scorn that resonated from the sentence.

He didn't understand, and yet at the same time everything was crystal clear. Jeremiah clearly wasn't out yet and he was prepared to make Blaine out as the eager gay boy who couldn't take a hint in order to put his 'friends' of the scent. Blaine felt sick at the fact that the man he had been so excited to see would dismiss the idea of being with him as nothing more than a leg up for his job. Not wanting to listen to another word, Blaine turned around and stumbled back towards the counter.

He shook slightly with a building anger and a hurt disbelief as he placed his elbows on the counter and his head in his hands. Trying to keep his mind blank he concentrated on simply breathing.

"You alright, kid?" a voice startled him out of his haze. He quickly snapped his head up to see the greying barrister that normally took his coffee order. Her eyes were kind and concerned and he swallowed thickly before answering.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine, thank you." He sent her an unconvincing smile and she gave a hesitant one back before moving away slightly to attend to a new customer. Blaine looked down again and picked up a napkin just for something to hold onto. He fingered the edges of it for a brief moment before an idea popped into his head. He looked back up and moved towards the till.

"Actually," he called out to the woman he had just brushed off, "do you possibly have a pen I could borrow?"

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Jeremiah let out a deep breath as he watched his friends walk out of the coffee shop; laughing and head back to their cars. That had undoubtedly been close.

He had panicked so much he thought his heart might have stopped. He'd specifically picked the Lima Bean to meet Blaine for coffee as he knew his friends didn't know of it. It just had to be his luck that they would discover it and walk in just before Blaine had grabbed his hand.

He rolled his shoulders back to try and relieve the new tension there and turned back to his table.

He froze.

Blaine wasn't there. His bag was gone, his coffee cup abandoned and his chair was empty. He quickly looked around the shop but didn't see the younger boy. Confused, he looked out of the display window to the parking lot.

Blaine's car had gone as well.

Puzzled, Jeremiah slowly wandered towards where his coat was draped over the back of his chair. While he was putting it on, his eye caught the sight of a napkin tucked just underneath his own coffee cup. He sat down slowly and picked it up, his shoulders slumping dejectedly and with a small amount of regret as he read it.

Running his hands harshly over his face, he shot out of his chair and headed towards the door, pulling his cell phone out as he did and leaving the written-on tissue on the table, face up with the words on display for anyone to see.

Good luck with the promotion.

-Blaine Anderson.

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"Headshot! Boom!"

"Wes, check the other window! No! Jeff, don't open that door!"

"Stupid crate, give me a gun, or a ray gun, or something! Not some knives!"

"Well done moron, now we're going to be overrun with them!"

Blaine walked into his dorm room to be greeted with the sight of four of his friends crammed onto Wes' bed. They all had looks of concentration on their faces as they smashed buttons on their controllers while playing one of the zombie levels on CoD: Black ops. Normally Blaine would clamber over them and steal one of their controllers but now he didn't have the energy. He stripped off his coat and blazer before walking sluggishly over to his own bed and flopping face down on it.

David gave him a quick glance before focusing his attention back onto the screen. "You okay B?"

Blaine let out a gusting sigh as he shoved his head more firmly into his pillow and tucked his arms into the sides of his face.

The screen in front of the boys went grey and the sound of groaning zombies filled the room as they lost their game but their attention was focused solely on their friend.

"Blaine? Are you okay?" David asked again. They watched as he shook his head into his pillow.

"Not really." He verbally replied. The foursome shared concerned looks but before any of them could try to get him to talk, a quick few buzzes filled the room.

Wes checked his phone and saw the others (except Blaine) do the same. The noise didn't seem to come from any of them and that was confirmed when the buzzing sounded once more, this time coming from the coat Blaine had slung over his desk chair.

"You going to grab that?" Nick asked the gelled boy. After he got no answer, the brunette rolled his eyes and walked over to the chair himself. Pulling the cell out, he glanced at the screen.

"It's a text from Jeremiah." This got the boy's attention and he tensed up.

Blaine turned his head to the side in order to look at his friend and his phone. He stared at them for a moment before briefly closing his eyes and letting out a sigh of annoyance. "What does it say?"

Now this had the four boys alarmed. Blaine never asked anyone to read out a text to him. In fact, he would have immediately leapt onto anybody that would so much as touch his phone. Well, everyone except Kurt, that is. Adding this to his morose behaviour, the group were beginning to feel very uneasy.

Nick cleared his throat awkwardly as he unlocked Blaine's phone and opened the message. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth set in a thin line.

"It says 'I'm sorry Blaine, I didn't mean it how it sounded.'" He looked up at the soloist, his expression becoming angry. "What did he say to you, Blaine?"

Blaine sighed again and reached out for his phone. Nick handed it to him and then crossed his now free arms. Jeff eyed the brunette wearily and Wes and David watched as Blaine replied to the text. They were all quickly feeling their anger build as thoughts of what Jeremiah could have said to Blaine ran through their minds. Protectiveness washed through them as they waited for Blaine to speak.

Blaine finished sending the text and simply gave to phone back to Nick. Once it had been grabbed by the standing boy, Blaine gestured for him to read it.

"You want me to read what you put?" he asked incredulously. At Blaine's nod, he raised an eyebrow and huffed.

"What did Blaine put?" Jeff asked when Nick made no move to read it. Nick let out a sigh before looking down at the screen.

"He put 'like I said, good luck on the promotion. Maybe if I ever set foot in the GAP again you could tell me all about how you got it without my reference'. What the fuck, Blaine?"

"Yeah, what the hell does that mean? Are you not going to see him again?" David burst out as he glared somewhat confusedly at Blaine.

"Did he do something to you?" Wes bit out.

Blaine sighed again (he seemed to be doing that a lot recently) and sat up. He grabbed his pillow and held it against his stomach before he began explaining.

"Some of Jeremiah's friends came into the Lima Bean and he seemed scared when he saw them. He went over to them and when I was on my way to the bathroom, I overheard him tell them that he was only having coffee with me in hopes that I would give him a good reference for his promotion at work."

"The fuck?" Nick shouted in shock. The others would have said similar thoughts if they could pick up their jaws. Blaine nodded and looked them each in the eye as he continued.

"That was after he implied that I wished I could have a chance with him, a seemingly straight guy with homophobic friends."

"Say what? Who the hell does he think he is?" This time it was David that exploded as he shot out of his seat.

"So I take it he's with Aslan in the closet, then?" Jeff glared darkly.

Blaine snorted. "That's one way of putting it."

"Seriously? Who does he think he is?" David carried on ranting agitatedly. He had joined Nick on his feet and was pacing the small space between the beds. "Maybe we should pay him a visit at work? Show him exactly how much of an asshole we think he is?" The other guys began to nod their heads in agreement, angry on their friends behalf and eager to gain pay back. Blaine sighed.

"Guys, just leave it, okay? It doesn't matter."

Wes shot him an incredulous look. "Doesn't matter? Blaine, this guy said-"

"I know what he said, Wes." Blaine cut across him, suddenly aggravated. He pinched the bridge of his nose briefly before huffing out a breath of air and sending Wes an apologetic look. "Look, it was horrible what he did and said, and yes, I felt like absolute crap when it happened but..."

"But what?" Jeff asked quietly after Blaine went silent. Blaine stared off for a moment, gathering his thoughts, and then faced the guys again.

"I'm kind of glad, you know? It was always kind of strange when we were together. I mean, he would always make sure we were seated away from any windows; he would constantly look around at the people in the coffee shop whenever we were there; he'd make sure he didn't sit next to me, he'd go on and on about him and what he had done recently... and he always bought me the most awful cups of coffee. I mean come on- a medium drip? My order isn't that difficult to remember! And since when did they make coffee with honey anyway? I mean, seriously?" Okay, so maybe Blaine was more worked up about the mixed up coffee orders than he had previously admitted to even himself. The looks his fellow warblers were sending him, however, showed that they didn't quite get the relevance of the bad hot drinks. Blaine shook his head.

"And all I could think about as I drove back was that I really wished Kurt was here because he would understand what I'm rambling about, and he'd know how to make me feel better while making snarky comments about Jeremiah's clothes or something before he'd put on my favourite musical and we'd just watch it and sing and joke about..."

Wes, David, Nick and Jeff all resumed their previous positions on the former's bed, watching their friend carefully as he continued to ramble and seemingly fall apart. David and Wes shared a brief look; this was what they had kind of expected to happen when Blaine found about Kurt's crush on him. They had expected this long monologue about how wonderful Kurt was, just not quite how it would come about and what he would say. They- and the other two boys- couldn't help but smile slightly as Blaine described how Kurt would perfectly be able to cheer him up and help him pick himself back up after this horrible date. They had known how close the two juniors were but sometimes it was almost as if they forgot how much they just got each other. They were perfect for one another.

They focused their attentions back on their soloist's impromptu speech.

"...And then I realised that I didn't want Kurt to be here just to make me feel better about how things went so shit with Jeremiah. I just wanted him to be here so I could just hug him and tell him how much I miss him even though he has only been gone a few hours and how sorry I am for being such an idiot and saying what I did earlier." He let out a low groan as he flopped backwards on his bed and stared at the ceiling.

"Fuck, I just want Kurt."

The foursome grinned and smirked at one another. Blaine remained oblivious to their looks as he scrubbed at his face with his hands.

"So, you want Kurt?" David piped up, slowly, teasingly.

Blaine didn't even have the energy to flip him off, certain he knew where his friend was going with this. "Yes."

"You want Kurt to hug and hold?" Jeff picked up with a beam.

"Yes." Wes and Nick decided to join in.

"You want Kurt to kiss?"

"Yes."

"You want Kurt forever and ever?"

"Yes." This time Blaine softly sighed out his answer.

The Warblers watching him paused for a moment in slight shock; they had not been expecting him to honestly answer that last one. All was quiet in the dorm room for a few minutes as they watched Blaine's sad and slightly longing expression. It made them want to curl up and listen to sad love songs.

"Then go get him, Blaine." Wes finally said. His voice was soft and encouraging and Blaine turned his head to look at him, a frown on his face.

"But how? I mean, I've messed up so badly."

David stood up from the bed and walked over to Blaine, pulling him to sit up before wrapping his arm around his friend and squeezing gently.

"We'll figure something out, buddy. Why don't you start with ringing Kurt up and grovelling down the phone to his voicemail first, ay?"

Blaine leaned into David's sigh for a moment, grateful that they were all willing to help him out with all of this. He smiled slightly and stood up wearily. He felt strangely tired and everything that had gone on in the past few hours. His lips twitched upwards in thanks as he took his phone back from Nick. Sending them all one last questioning look and receiving nothing but encouraging ones back, Blaine stepped quietly out the dorm room and shut the door too behind him.

He scrolled through his contacts and pressed Kurt's number. He held the device to his ear as held his breath as it began to ring in his ear. Eventually a computerised voice sounded in his ear, asking him to leave a message.

"Hey Kurt, it's me..."

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Author's Note: Okay, I officially suck. I said I would be quicker and I was actually longer… by a few months...Oops! I did try but it was Christmas, then I started working weekends, then I actually collapsed at work and had to spend time in hospital as a patient, which was followed by weeks of physiotherapy as I kind of lost most of my ability to walk... :( le sigh.

Anyway, most of you are in agreement with me that Blaine is an idiot. He'll eventually get things right though!

Wonder how the voicemail will go...

Sorry if the date with Jeremiah seemed rushed. I've never actually been on a date before (an almost sad fact considering I am 19...) so I just kind of went along with whatever popped in my head. I know Jeremiah didn't come off that great but I don't care much for him. I actually regret nothing and the scene ended up longer than I'd planned...

I shall try to be quicker with my next update! I have ideas of what I want to happen and I have even decided what songs are going to be sung at Regionals! And in case that didn't give you a hint, I am going to be changing quite a lot of the cannon storyline from here on out. Maybe some of it won't seem logical, but we shall have to see how it plays out.

Thanks for reading! Review?