Author's Note: Hi there! This is my first fanfiction, so I don't know my way around quite yet. I am in need of a Beta, and I would really appreciate if anyone could point me in the right direction, or even if you would like to talk to me about Beta-ing this story yourself. Please feel free to PM me!

This story is AU, but canon up until Original Song save one little detail: Blaine and Kurt are in the same grade. Please note that it is rated M, so there will be some more mature material, but nothing too graphic. If same-sex relationships bother you for any reason, you will not enjoy this. If you are not comfortable reading about topics such as past bullying/violence, past child neglect, or situations of a sexual nature, all dealt with as tastefully as possible and in a non-graphic manner, please do not continue reading.

If I haven't scared you off yet, I hope you enjoy my little project here! ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own 'Glee'. It and any songs/lyrics mentioned belong to their rightful owners, and no copyright infringement is intended.

- Av

Post-It Promises

Chapter One

The humidity of summer was barely beginning to eclipse spring's chill, but the air in the apartment on the fourth floor of one of those weathered brick buildings that gave the impression of old-time New York felt stifling. Blaine Anderson had sprawled himself out on the sofa, clutching a cup of cooling coffee despite the heat. Grimacing at a mouthful of the bitter drink, he discarded it on the side table and resigned to feeling sorry for himself without caffeine.

The lights of the city outside the vast windows blurred into an energetic haze, reminding the 20 year old that he should be out having a couple of beers and dancing with his friends, not wearing a pair of hideous NYU sweatpants and sulking in the apartment he shared with Kurt when his roommate wasn't even there.

But that was the point, wasn't it? Kurt was out again, on a date with that cute guy he met at the coffee shop/karaoke bar/in his dance class at NYADA. Or. Whatever. Blaine didn't know, because Blaine didn't want to know, because Blaine had been a totally oblivious idiot in high school and was now, as a Sophomore in college, completely, painfully not-oblivious, but still an idiot. And apparently he was also going crazy, because mentally berating oneself for past and present idiocy had to be a sign of becoming certifiable.

Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson had only grown closer over the years, learning each other inside and out and supporting each other through their final years of high school. The problem was, Blaine had missed his chance. In fact, Blaine had missed every single one of his numerous chances throughout the past four years, and suddenly, every excuse he'd ever made to justify not admitting his feelings sounded stupid and cowardly. Which was exactly what they were. 'I'm not ready for a relationship', 'It's too early', 'He needs a friend, not a boyfriend', and his own personal favorite, 'It's just a high school crush, it'll go away' all sounded particularly pitiful that late June evening, when Blaine knew that Kurt was off having fun - off on a date - with another man. They always did, every single time one of them announced a new boyfriend. First came Chandler, then Blaine finally gave in to Sebastian. Neither relationship ended well. Then there was Evan for Kurt, and Eli for Blaine (who ended up being nothing more than a one-night stand. It didn't matter - he was a jerk anyway, and far too much like Sebastian). After that they had both dated, but nothing ever lasted.

Wondering bitterly if he'd ever really even had a chance for anything but friendship with Kurt, Blaine dragged himself off the couch and into his bedroom, rifling through his closet; his solitary pity party wasn't exactly productive, and he figured that if he was going to go crazy, he might as well do it with some company and a little alcohol. Dragging his hungover ass to Tisch the next morning wouldn't be an issue - thank God for afternoon classes - and he didn't even know if Kurt would be home that night. The thought made him queasy, so he pushed it aside vehemently.

It didn't matter anyway. In a few hours he'd be too drunk to give a damn.

Sweat and noise and thick, smoky air wrapped Blaine in a bubble of blissful oblivion, safe from any painful notions. The four beers he'd downed had him in a pleasant daze, gladly dancing with anyone who showed interest. Perhaps this guy was a bit handsy, but his laugh was pleasant, and he had a nice body, and who-the-hell-cared-anymore? A tangle of arms guiding him to the door of the club, another low, easy chuckle in his ear and a pair of lips pressing too-wet kisses to his neck. A yellow and black cab ("Like a...like a beeee! Kurt calls me Bee..."), an address rattled off in a series of barely-intelligible slurs, a couple of staircases and a door slamming shut. Fingers winding in hair and clothes and skin on skin. Too hot, too much, not enough, not what Blaine wanted. Release, but nothing more.

The door clicking shut echoed in the apartment, seeming much more obnoxiously loud than it probably should have, but Blaine was too out of it to really care.

Kurt let himself in sometime around six in the morning. Blaine was burrowed into the couch once more, lying on his churning stomach with his legs splayed over the arm, face buried in the sofa cushion, and arm flung over the side.

Kurt took in his best friend with a soft smile, dropping his keys onto the table by the door and setting his messenger bag against its legs. Kicking off his shoes, he caught Blaine's now-open eyes and giggled at the bleary, drowsy look in them.

"How's the hangover?" he teased affectionately, and chuckled when Blaine chose not to dignify his comment with a reply, instead re-burying his face in the cushion.

Kurt made his way over to the couch and settled himself gently against Blaine's back, nuzzling the curve of his shoulder blade and reaching up to ruffle his curls, still damp from the shower he had taken promptly upon returning.

"You okay, sweetie?" Kurt prompted, a little perturbed by Blaine's lack of protest if anything. Blaine shrugged petulantly.

"I'm a little sick of this sort of thing, honestly. I just wish I could find someone..."

"Aww, Bee," Kurt sighed, "you'll find Mr. Right," he promised. "Anyway, we're young. We've got all the time in the world. Who knows when you'll meet the guy of your dreams, but you'll know it when you do."

Kurt gave a dreamy sigh that indicated he spoke from experience, and Blaine fought the lump in his throat, sniffling into his arm.

That's the problem. I already have.

Author's Note: Yes, touchy-feely Klaine friendship is my absolute favorite thing in the world. :)

I hope you enjoyed this prologue of sorts. Any feedback you might have is welcome. Happy Singles' Awareness Day, everyone!

-Av