Fiction.

[heloula]

The book of loveTitle: The book of love (4/?)
Author: 
heloula / helaluvE
Rating: T
Warning: expect lots of fluff
Fandom/Pairing: glee/ Kurt&Blaine/ Finchel and lots of other
Summary: There are things you cannot forget. Blaine and Kurt are about to find that out. Future fic includes all the glee clubbers and their kids .


Di sclaimer: nope. Glee and everything related to it isn't mine.

A/N: I'm baaaaack! So sorry it took me so long! But this is a longer chapter to make up for my absence and I promise I won't take so long anymore.

Part IV: Of families and complications.

As he pushed open his apartment door, Blaine heard his phone beep, signaling a text. He decided to ignore that for the moment and dropped his keys in their usual spot into the bowl on top of the small stand near the front door. He dragged his exhausted body into the shower and let the warm water clean away the day. It had been one of those days. He had worked an extra shift and had two surgeries on a couple of children who were too young to go through anything so hard. It felt like neither operation would ever end.

He loved his job. Becoming a pediatric surgeon hadn't always been what he'd wanted to do but once he'd set himself on that path, he felt deeply content of how things had turned out for him professionally. Sure, he'd loved music and performing but deep down, he'd always known it wasn't something he wanted to do every day for the rest of his life. He'd known he'd either get successful and lose both his quiet private life and become jaded about the industry, or he could fail to make something of himself and live a life of regrets and cynicism. Either way, Blaine couldn't imagine himself losing the enchanting feeling of creating music other than for the pure joy of doing so. It was too great a risk; he couldn't lose something he loved so much. Not again.

The other option everyone had seemed to think he'd follow was to become a lawyer in the family firm. That would have probably made things easier between his father and him but that would have been the only good thing about a career in law. During his senior in high school, his mother had kept repeating how dashing he'd look as a lawyer. According to Marie-Anne Anderson, he had that "lawyer charisma". Blaine never quite knew what the hell "lawyer charisma" consisted of but he never missed the wistful look in her eyes. Blaine wished he could say he'd hesitated a lot before turning his back on that career but that would be a lie. He'd always wanted to help people and he'd known that working for the family firm (which specialized in business law) would be a nightmare.

So, he'd turned to medicine and had found himself falling in love with it. It was hard work and his college years seemed to be a blur a blur of studies and more studying interrupted by a little studying but it had been what he needed at the time.

He loved his job, he really did. There was something wondrous about helping a child and by extension their family, to get better. However, it could take its toll some days. Today had definitely been a hard one.

After the long shower, Blaine made himself a quick dinner of pasta a la puttanesca and gathered the saved up newspapers to read while he ate. He didn't have the time to sit and go through the papers every day so he just collected them until he had a few moments to spare and caught up with the weekly news. He went through the international sections first, then sports and always left the best for last: Page Six of the New York Post.

He loved the silly gossip. On Monday, Katy Perry, Russell Brand and their tribe of children were spotted going to the movies. Blaine felt the urge to smile as he remembered the time Kurt and him had gone to one of Katy's concerts and waited hours afterwards just for a glimpse of the pop princess. Kurt had grumbled a lot, threatened to never go with anywhere ("EVER!") and mocked him until they had both been laughing. When Katy appeared, she had spotted them in crowd, cuddling to get warm (and just because cuddling Kurt had been one of his favorite things in the world) and stopped to take a picture with them. It was rushed and the picture was a bit blurry on the edges but it was one of Blaine's favorite memories of their time together because while Katy and Blaine were looking and grinning straight at the camera, Kurt's eyes were on Blaine. He had a soft, loving smile playing on his lips. Blaine had looked at that picture so often that even after fifteen years without seeing it, he could still remember every little details; the glitter on Katy's skin, the red of their noses, the light shining in Kurt's beautiful eyes. Blaine had kept the picture. Even as he got rid of everything else, he couldn't let go of that picture. It was tucked away in his first edition copy of To Kill a Mockingbird; the one Kurt had gotten him for his 18th birthday.

Blaine shook the memory away and went back to reading. Ever since the dinner last Saturday, he was being assaulted by snapshots, words and ghost feelings. It was as if the dam had cracked and the memories were staring to leak. Everything he had worked so hard to forget was now reemerging. Unfortunately, with the memories came the emotions. So many of them, conflicting against each other, making him a bit crazy and a lot worried. The longing, the pain, the bitterness; it was dizzying. And even though he wished he could protect himself and his mended heart, he couldn't deny that every memory was colored brightly with a stronger emotion: love. Time had done its job and Blaine could, mostly anyway, think about his relationship with Kurt without cringing in pain.

He thought about the time he spent with his ex-boyfriend on the balcony a few nights ago. He couldn't really explain why he joined Kurt there. He saw him out there, eating his ridiculously large piece of cake alone and it tore at Blaine's heart because if he knew one thing it was how much being alone sucked. Besides, if he really wanted to be part of the group again, he had to try and be civil to Kurt. He'd realized quickly it wouldn't be an issue. When you had been as close to someone as Blaine had been to Kurt, there were some things you couldn't forget or change. So, although, it had been a bit awkward and stilted at first, they had grown comfortable with each other's presence. It had been like playing a song on the guitar that you had not heard or played in a long time. You might get a couple of notes wrong but the rhythm and long habits soon took over.

In the end, instead of overthinking everything and driving himself crazy with questions, Blaine had just rolled with it. He even enjoyed it. There were very few people who had understood Blaine like Kurt had and that somehow made it easier.

Even fifteen years and a broken later.

Where did that leave them now, he had no clue but he knew there was no turning back now. He didn't want to go back anyway.

Speaking of the devil, on Tuesday's edition, there was a picture of Kurt, Mercedes and Rachel having lunch in one of those new trendy restaurants that opened every two seconds and which New York was famous for. Blaine smiled. They looked to be having fun. Throughout the years, this was the only way he'd had to see any of them: the papers. Blaine had always been amazed and secretly proud of how wonderfully they had managed their careers. They had done what he'd thought he'd never be able to do; they'd made names for themselves, big names, and had kept their lives as private as possible. Case in point, Blaine had never known Rachel had been engaged to another man than Finn and before meeting him on Saturday, he couldn't remember ever seeing a picture of Rick Cooper; Mercedes' husband.

They were popular but the public and the press seemed to have grown a kind of respect for them. It also helped that they'd all stirred away from scandals. Perhaps it was also due to the fact that Mercedes and Rachel had married early and had kids.

His thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing again. He looked at the caller I.D and stifled a sigh. Squaring his shoulders, he pressed the answer button.

"Hello, mother."

"Darling, you can't ignore me forever," the cultured and soft accent of his mother's voice made his jaw clench.

"I'm not ignoring you, I happen to have a job," he replied as cordially as he could.

Apparently, it didn't work. "No need to use that tone. I was just calling to see if you were bringing a date for the gala," Marie-Anne's voice was still pleasant but he knew that wouldn't last.

"I'd rather not come at all," he said after a lengthy pause. What he really wanted to say was she could stick her gala and false pretenses where the sun didn't shine but that wouldn't help with his plans of ending this phone call as soon as possible.

"Darling, you are coming," her voice turned to steal, "we already talked about this. In length. This gala is for you."

He barely managed to contain his scoff. "I don't need a gala!"

"It's to support your cause, your people!" his mother snapped and he almost threw the cell phone out of the window.

"My people?" he nearly snarled. No one had the ability to make him see red like his mother did.

"You know what I mean," she replied dismissively. By that point in the conversation, Blaine wished he could just pack up and leave New York and not give his mother any way of contacting him ever again. "The state of Florida is voting their same-sex marriage law in congress next month and New-Yorkers wish to show their support."

Blaine didn't know what was more absurd: his mother's idea that anything and everything could be helped by throwing prissy parties or the fact that she thought she needed to update him on what was happening in the gay community.

"So, you need to come and you need to bring a date," she said it as if her word was law. The sad part was, for some people, it was.

Blaine sighed and decided to avoid another argument; that only lead to a headache.

"Fine, mom, I'll be there."

"Wonderful. Wear your Prada suit! Bye, darling!"

And with a click, she was gone.

Blaine let his head fall on the table and prayed for a quick death. Surely, it would be better than attending that stupid gala.

"I think she's the best chance we've got," Mike Chang said after pausing the video. Angie Mallory was an excellent dancer; she had a candor and freshness about her that lifted the sprit. Just like Brittany. Kurt also saw a passion, a drive and dedication that he recognized in himself as well. He really liked Angie and he agreed with Mike; she was their best chance. If it had been up to him only, he'd given her the part right after her audition but Rachel had insisted on a little time to think. Kurt reflected on that and he realized that was why they worked well together. They were similar in many things and when they had different opinions, instead of creating conflict, it brought a measure of balance and peace to their union.

"I sent a copy to Brittany and she loves her," Mike said.

"She says she was afraid people would get confused," Kurt said with obvious affection for lovely friend.

"She's brilliant," Rachel stated calmly.

"Then what's the matter?" Kurt asked with a sigh. Just because they worked well together, didn't mean he couldn't be snide from time to time for old time's sake.

"Nothing, I just wanted to make sure."

"And?" Mike asked.

"And we found our Brittany!" she exclaimed with a grin.

Kurt smiled, his heartbeat suddenly going wild. "Bridget," he corrected.

"Bridget," Rachel amended with a solemn nod but Kurt could see in her eyes the emotions that were currently coursing through him.

There was a pause in the small room at the back of the dance studio where they usually held their meetings. It was a pause filled with relief, excitement and anxiousness.

They'd done it.

The casting process was finally done. It seemed like a huge step had just been taken and these few seconds of silence were the only moment left of normalcy. As soon as they'd open their mouths, the spell would be broken; they'd have to leap forward, over the edge. It felt wonderful and scary and huge.

"It's complete," Rachel breathed. She was beaming.

She suddenly squealed and launched herself on Kurt. He returned the embrace with a laugh. He held her tight and he knew she was holding back tears, just like he was.

"Wanna know the really funny part? Angie is good friend of Patricia," Mike said with a grin.

"The girl who plays Santana?"

"Sasha," Kurt corrected Rachel again.

"The very same," Mike confirmed with a chuckle.

"It seems that things are finally going our way," Rachel said giving Mike a hug as well.

"Hold on to that feeling when rehearsal starts," Kurt drawled causing the other two to laugh.

They remained in their improvised office a while longer to make the final call to Angie and start scheduling the rehearsals.

"If you'll excuse me, I have a family and a trampoline to get back to," Mike said with a smirk. After quick good byes, Mike left. Rachel and Kurt found themselves alone for the first time that day. Kurt almost smirked when he saw Rachel shift in her chair and suddenly find great interest in packing up her stuff.

He wasn't angry anymore, not that he really had been anyway. It was, however, very entertaining to mess with Rachel's peace of mind. On Sunday, at Will's birthday party, she'd played hide and seek with him and Kurt had lost. On Monday, he had asked Mercedes to invite Rachel to lunch without telling her he was coming and then had a blast watching her squirm on her chair while never really looking at him. Today, she had come to work but she had asked Mike to join them to view the audition's recordings. He had to admit, it was well played.

Of course, he could put her out of her misery and just admit that he wasn't mad at her for inviting Blaine to dinner Saturday evening but, really, where was the fun in that? They both had slipped and forgotten a few minutes ago when they had hugged but that was just Broadway fever. When you finished putting together the cast of your first Broadway musical, you had to hug someone. Especially if that someone was: a) one of your best friends, b) your step-sister-in-law, c) the co-director and co-creator of said musical and d) all of the above.

Besides all that, Kurt absolutely knew that Rachel's intentions had been good and it wasn't as if disaster had struck. No one had been insulted, no tears were shed and Kurt hadn't assaulted Blaine like he had dreamed for the last three nights in a row. The evening had been surprisingly pleasant considering the circumstances.

So, no, he wasn't mad at Rachel, he was simply enjoying the unnecessary guilt trip she had been taking for the last four days. He looked at her and almost felt bad. The huge grin of euphoria had finally slipped completely off her face and she was biting her lower lip again.

"So…," she started her eyes shifting, "did Burt and Carol have a safe trip?"

"Didn't you ask Finn?" She blushed. "Why are you asking questions you already know the answers to?"

She narrowed her eyes. "It's called making conversation, you jerk! Look, I know, I overstep my boundaries, or at least I know you think I did," at that Kurt raised an eyebrow, "but you don't have to be so mean," she seemed close to tears and Kurt felt like the jerk she accused him of being. With her big brown expressive eyes staring at him in both regret and condemnation, he felt like he'd kicked a puppy.

He'd be damned if he apologized, though. "How's Melisande?" he asked instead, as a peace offering. Rachel smiled tentatively, relief etched on her face.

"She's great. I thought for sure she'd get sick after the party but I forgot she was half-Finn. He could eat for days and still be fine," she was rambling but he didn't mind. Kurt loved hearing about his niece and nephew.

They talked for a few more minutes about everything and nothing before it was time to go home. Rachel invited him for dinner but he declined. He felt tired and lately having dinner with the Hudson-Berrys always left him a little sad. He was starting to feel restless and he didn't know what to do about it. He loved them with all his heat and more but seeing their little tribe always reminded of how far he was from having his own. He didn't feel like he deserved one anyway.

He could never really let go of the feeling that he screwed up so very badly.

The next Saturday, Blaine enjoyed his first day off of the month.

He stayed in bed far too late, enjoyed a very long shower and indulged in a high-caloric breakfast. He was hesitating between going for a walk in the park and staying home to start on the stalked up unread novels in his room when there was a knock at the door. He went to open it and barely started smiling when he was engulfed in hugs (plural). His sister, Beatrice, was smothering him in kisses while her daughter, Sonia, looped her tiny arms around his thighs. They stayed like that for a few seconds, kissing, laughing and giggling.

"One would think it's been years not merely a week since we last saw each other," he teased, his head resting on top of his sister's curly, wild mane.

Beatrice, his elder by three years, managed the incredible feat of being smaller than him. It earned her the, now famous, nickname of 'Pinky'. That and the fact that when she was still in junior high she was the first in her school to dye her hair pink. The uproar of that fashion statement had marked the minds for the next two decades. She was a beautiful woman with deep blue eyes and dark curly hair that she had stopped trying to control when she was fifteen. By then, they were back to their natural color but that didn't stop hordes of cronies and younger girls to continue worshipping the ground she walked on.

Sonia, who looked exactly like her father was a blonde, green-eyed little munchkin of five. She was Blaine's favorite person. She had a wit that few adults possessed and a tender heart. He couldn't love her anymore if she had been his own.

He ushered them inside and Sonia ran straight for the kitchen.

"No chocolate, love!" Beatrice called and Blaine saw his niece roll her eyes.

"I wasn't going to," she called from the kitchen.

Her mother shook her head, before pulling her brother down on the sofa.

"There is no more doubt that you are the mother of this child," Blaine teased and Beatrice smacked his upper arm. It was a well-known fact in the Anderson family that Beatrice loved chocolate to an almost alarming degree.

"There was never any doubt."

"If you say so. She's awfully blonde for an Anderson, though," he said with gravity.

"She's half Carlisle," she reminded him. James Carlisle was Beatrice's husband and his coloring was so far, Blaine wondered if the man ever saw the sun. "Well only on the outside. On the inside she's 100% Anderson!" Beatrice amended with a proud grin.

"Poor kid," Blaine said with a smirk that earned him another smack.

Brother and sister caught up on the event of their week apart while Sonia drank a glass of apple juice and watched cartoons. Beatrice had nearly fallen off the couch when Blaine told her about Kurt. He remembered that his sister and ex-boyfriend had gotten along like twins separated at birth. Then again, once you got to know Kurt, it was hard not to adore him. They loved the same music, they had the same passion for fashion and they had one thing they both loved more than life itself; Blaine. It wasn't the case anymore, not for Kurt anyway but when they were in high school and Bea was home from Columbia, the three of them had spent numerous weekends closeted in Blaine's room recreating the world.

Blaine also recalled how Bea had mourned the end of their relationship. She was a very passionate woman and had taken the break-up as nothing short of a betrayal from Kurt.

"You Okay?" she asked taking his hand in hers and squeezing softly. He turned his hand so they her palm to palm and returned the pressure. Her nails were painted a bright pink. Blaine smiled down at her hand.

"I'm fine," he said and realized that he meant it.

Bea opened her mouth and closed it again. It was clear she wanted to ask something but didn't know how.

"Ask away," he offered with an indulgent smile.

"Was he withering in shame and longing?" she asked her eyes twinkling.

Blaine laughed but shook his head. "It's been an eternity. If I am over it, so is he." Bea gave him a skeptic look and Blaine averted his eyes. He was thankful she didn't comment and let it go.

"I can't believe your ex-boyfriend is a Broadway star," she teased with a wriggle of her eyebrows.

"Cliché, isn't it?"

"Well… not that much. It's hardly predictable, is it?"

Blaine laughed and realized it was the first time since the breakup that he had talked about Kurt with Bea.

"God, it has been an eternity!" his sister exclaimed after having played a party of the 'do-you-remember-when' game.

"Fifteen years! You even reproduced in the main time."

"Jesus Christ on a bike! We are so old!"

"Talk for yourself, Pinky."

She glared at the use of the never forgotten nickname and he laughed.

"Is he as gorgeous as he used to be?" she asked grudgingly.

Blaine sighed thinking about how absolutely breath-taking Kurt had looked last Saturday with the city lights twinkling in the background.

"Yes," he answered simply not wanting to say more on such a dangerous subject.

Bea grinned. "I know he was an absolute coward but damn if he wasn't the sexiest of your boyfriends!"

"Beatrice!" Blaine warned.

"No but seriously, if he hadn't broken your heart and if he wasn't gay, I'd be glad to have a few moments alone with him," she teased and he Blaine couldn't help but smile back.

"I'm sure James will be delighted to hear that."

"He'd understand."

Blaine certainly could.

They were interrupted by her cell phone. After a quick conversation with her assistant, Beatrice learned that there had been a "disaster" at work and she was needed.

"Do they ever do anything without you?" he asked only half joking. His sister was a senior editor in a famous publishing house and she was usually as busy as he was. However, ever since she got Sonia, it was agreed that her co-workers and bosses would let her breathe during the week end.

Most of the time, they followed that rule.

Beatrice rolled her beautiful eyes. Blaine often wondered where they came from. Bea was the only one in the family with blue eyes.

"Mommy! You promised we'd go to the zoo, today," Sonia complained, using the full force of her pout on her quivering mother.

"I know, sweetums, but this is very important! Daddy will take you to the zoo later today, okay?"

"I could take her," Blaine offered and Sonia's face lit up.

"Yay!" she exclaimed jumping on his lap and smooching his cheek. "You're the best!"

"Hear that, Pinky? The best makes me better than you, right?" he taunted and he leaned back to avoid another smack.

"Will, you're not supposed to hurt them!" Melisande glared at her brother. Will only giggled and Kurt tried not to laugh. He gave another piece of bread to the kids and they threw them at the ducks in the pond.

"He can't hurt them, pumpkin," Kurt reassured smiling down at her.

"But he's trying to!" she replied still irked by her brother's insensitivity.

"He's a boy," Kurt drawled trying very hard not to laugh. "It's like a second nature for them."

"But, Uncle Kurt, you're a boy, too and you're very nice;" she said with a slight frown and he felt a powerful surge of affection curse through his veins.

"You're the sweetest," he replied before giving her another piece of bread.

"Hey!" Will felt the need to object.

"Feeding the ducks is forbidden," a voice said from behind them and Kurt swirled around. Blaine stood behind him, holding a little girl by the hand. She was around five or six, had hair has bright as the sun's color in the middle of August and beautiful green eyes.

Kurt nearly dropped the loaf of bread in his surprise.

"It's not really forbidden, just frowned upon," he managed to say, his voice almost steady. Fifteen years without seeing each other and now it seemed as if he couldn't go anywhere without bumping into Blaine.

"I suppose the 'Do NOT feed the animals' signs are just decoration," Blaine teased and Kurt felt his lips twitch.

"Those don't concern the ducks," Kurt explained and Blaine grinned suddenly. He had not seen that beautiful expression in so long he almost felt dizzy with longing. Thankfully the kids offered a good distraction.

"Hello, Prince!" Melisande ran up to him and Blaine crouched down so she could give him a proper hug.

"Hello, Princess," he replied. He shifted sideways and mentioned to the blonde girl. "Melisande Hudson-Berry, this is Sonia Carlisle," Blaine introduced the two girls.

Will turned questioning brown eyes to his uncle as the little girl started to chat. "Who are they?" he whispered and Kurt picked him from the ground.

"Blaine, Sonia, this is Melisande's little brother, Will. Will, this is Blaine," he hesitated for a fraction of a second before adding, "An old friend of mine and that is Sonia."

"I am not little," Will said annoyed. He squirmed in his uncle's arms until he was released.

"Sorry," Kurt said with a roll of his eyes. The kids gathered in front of the small fence near the pond. Kurt handed the loaf of bread to Melisande and the two men watched as she distributed pieces to the younger children.

"She's beautiful," Kurt said mentioning toward Sonia with his head.

"Thank you," Blaine smiled proudly.

"Family?" Kurt asked. He didn't like that he was a bit scared of the answer. What if she was Blaine's daughter? What if he was married and he'd simply never mentioned it? What if he was too late to apologize?

"She's Bea's daughter," Blaine replied and Kurt almost staggered at the relief he felt. He knew it was irrational and silly and of course he was fucking too late but he couldn't help it. He hoped none of those emotions were showing.

"How is Bea?"

"She's great. She's a senior editor at Random house and she married a banker a few years back," Blaine told him and Kurt wondered how he could be so clam. Or maybe it was just a faced and Blaine was bursting with feelings and energy on the inside, just like Kurt was.

"How very conventional! I would have never thought Pinky would settle down, let alone with a banker of all things," Kurt laughed somehow distracted by the image Blaine had depicted. He'd missed Bea all these years. He thought about her often.

"Took us all by surprise but I think she was the most surprised of all," Blaine said with a chuckle.

"I always thought she'd create a new political party, stop all wars around the world just with the sheer power of her glare and spend her weekends creating fashion lines," Kurt admitted.

Blaine laughed. "That would have been awesome!"

"Maybe I'll write a musical about it," Kurt smirked.

"No doubt you could!"

There was a lull in the conversation as they looked at the children. Melisande and Sonia were having what seemed like a very serious conversation while Will looked at them as if they were crazy. Kurt chuckled at the typically Finn expression on the little boy's face.

"How's work?" Blaine asked.

"Good…," Kurt hesitated dying to tell him all about the first rehearsal they had yesterday and how excited he was. For a few seconds he was transported back to the past when he and Blaine had known every little piece of him, every dream, and every fear. He wished he could go back to the time when Blaine had been his world and there had been no space and no secrets between.

"The other day at the hospital, Rachel mentioned that you'd had a few problems with the casting process," Blaine prodded and Kurt was startled to see he seemed genuinely interested.

"You really want to know?" he asked unsure and strangely afraid.

"Of course. I wouldn't ask otherwise," Blaine said his voice gentle and Kurt believed him.

The kids had finished the loaf of bread and declared they were tired of ducks .Will wanted to go see the monkeys and the girls nodded. They all started to walk toward the primates section. Sonia and Melisande started to walk in front of the group while Will trailed a bit dejectedly behind. Sonia suddenly stopped, waiting for Will to join them and without asking, she took his hands.

Kurt and Blaine exchanged amused glances at Will's stunned expression.

As they walked around the zoo, Kurt told Blaine about Glorious while Blaine told Kurt about being a surgeon, about Katie and about the children he took care of. For an hour it was as if time had stopped and nothing would be complicated ever again.

And then, everything went back to normal; back to complicated.

"Rachel is dragging me to this gala tonight…," Kurt trailed off as he saw Blaine expression. He looked startled and almost embarrassed. "What? What is it?" he asked as they stopped in front of the penguins.

"The gala at the Met?" Blaine asked.

"Yeeees," Kurt said dragging the word, unsure of the situation.

"My mother is organizing that," the other man mumbled and Kurt's eyes widened.

"You have got to be kidding me!"

Blaine shook his head before rubbing his neck uneasily.

"What were the chances of that?"

"It seems that when my dear mother is concerned, the chances are always against me," Blaine said with a scowl and Kurt didn't really know what to make of that. "I have to bring a date."

"You don't have one?" Kurt asked in surprise.

Once again Blaine only shook his head and he looked so dejected and alone in that moment that Kurt's heart squeezed in the most awful way. He couldn't help but feel guilty as if somehow this whole ordeal was his fault. The powerful emotions were probably the reason why he said:

"Let's go together!" he blurted out and Blaine froze visibly in front of him.

"Er… Come again?"

Kurt felt himself blush from head to toe. He hadn't blushed in so long, if the situation wasn't so mortifying, he'd have smiled.

"Why not? You're going, I'm going. Finn and Rachel are going… We're both dateless…Not that this would be a date!" he said so red by now that he felt like a proper fool. "Of course it won't be a date! It would just be a friend helping another! Not that... That you know, not that you wouldn't find a date… It's you, of course you could. It would be like a favor to me! I don't have anyone to go with and I would hate to be Rachel and Finn's third wheel… Oh my god! I'm shutting up right now and while I go throw myself in the lions' cage you can ignore everything I just said!"

Kurt bit lips hard trying to stop the prickling at the corner of his. He'd never felt more mortified in his entire life. He refused to look at Blaine and concentrated on a spot on the back of Will's head instead. He had totally lost control of his mouth and senses. Why else would he ask Blaine on what would obviously be a date after the way he had treated him fifteen years ago. He had obviously lost his mind and intended to drown in his shower at the first opportunity.

Blaine said something, interrupting Kurt recriminating.

"What?" he asked his voice breathless.

Blaine grinned and his eyes were teasing.

'I said I would love to come with you tonight."

No matter how hard he tried to prevent it, Kurt's heart jumped at the words.

Yes, definitely back to complicated.

A/N: Ouh lala! Development! I hope you liked it. Please tell me what you thought and excuse any grammatical mistakes or typos, this was un-betaed.