Want to go get coffee this morning? – B

Sorry, can't. Jeff and I are going to breakfast in town. :( we can go tomorrow if you want, though. – K

Blaine sighed and texted Kurt back.

Tomorrow's great. See you then! –B

He set his phone back on the nightstand beside him and turned his attention back to the email he was trying to write to his mother. His parents and younger brother were taking a weeklong trip to his sister's wedding in California, but with midterms so close, Blaine had decided to stay at Dalton.

Hey, Mom. Can you do me a favor and tell Mia and Paul that I'm really sorry I couldn't make it to their wedding? I know they won't be upset with me or anything, but I still feel bad. It's just with the insane amount of homework every teacher seems to assign and all the tests coming up, I know I'd probably fall behind.

He was a good student, but he knew that if he took any time off from studying, he would not do well on his tests.

Other than all the homework, this week has been okay. I was going to go get coffee with a friend this morning, but he's got plans. I haven't been that busy this week, just studying and reading and trying to focus on midterms. Another guy here, Nick (he's a Warbler, too) is going to have a Saw movie marathon tonight, but I don't know if I'm going to go.

I know you say I need to let loose every now and then, and relax, but I don't think scary movies will help me do that. Besides, Kurt will be there (he's Nick's roommate), and that means Jeff will be there, and they'll probably just cuddle and be mushy and sappy and all couple-y and I really don't want to see that. It's not that I don't want Kurt to be happy, I do, but it's just weird seeing him with Jeff and seeing Jeff all over Kurt and they always have their hands all over each other and they only went out on their first date five days ago and it's like they're attached at the hip and I kind of want to choke Jeff and oh holy shit.

Blaine stared at the computer screen, shocked at what he had just typed. He hurriedly erased the whole message, shut his laptop, and shoved it onto the bed. He threw himself back into his pillows, covered his eyes, and groaned. He didn't know what was going on, but he had to deal with it before it became a real problem.

.....

"I'm sorry I'm not coming home this weekend, Mercedes, but I've got plans here!" Kurt was trying to calm her down on the phone after he received an angry text message early that morning (what the hell? Why aren't you comin home this weekend? This is ridic, Kurt!), and was not doing a good job.

"What kind of plans? Is this about that blonde boy you've been hanging out with this week?" Mercedes asked, referring to the only thing she could remember about Kurt's description of Jeff.

"Maybe." He blushed. He was still laying in his bed, hair rumpled and pajamas twisted around his tall, scrawny body.

"Maybe as in 'yes'?" he could hear the curiosity in her voice.

"Yes, Mercedes. I have plans with the blonde boy." He smiled.

"I knew it!" she laughed. "Hey, Berry! You owe me a 15 dollar iTunes gift card!" Mercedes yelled.

"Oh, god, seriously? What the hell is Rachel doing over there, and why are you making bets about my love life?" Kurt demanded. He tried to keep his voice down, since Nick was still asleep. He may have been a deep sleeper, but Kurt knew that if his voice got too shrill, Nick would jerk awake like he had just been doused with ice water.

"She and Tina stayed over last night and we had a girl's night. Tina's still passed out, but Rachel was the first one up." She explained. "And babe, we've been making bets about your love life for a long time. You have no idea how much money has passed through our hands."

Kurt didn't know what to think. "Um, who is 'we'?" he had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn't just those two.

"Well, 'we' is, uh…" Mercedes coughed, then continued. "All of us. Rachel, Tina, me, Santana, Puck, Finn, Matt, Quinn, Artie, Mik-"

"What?" Kurt squeaked, and then lowered his voice when he saw Nick move under his massive blanket. "Are you kidding me? All of you? How long has this been going on? And what exactly about my love life have you been betting on?" he didn't know whether to be embarrassed, pissed off, or a combination of the two. Besides, it wasn't like he and Jeff had really done anything. They just kissed. A lot. But it was only rated PG…

"Wow, Kurt, chill! It's not that big of a deal. It's not like we're being cruel about it or anything, we're just…"

"Making bets about my love life." He grumbled.

"Sorry." She sounded like she genuinely was. "We'll stop, don't worry about it."

"Yes, stop. Please do. But before you stop, you better tell me about these bets of yours. Or I swear on my favorite pair of Donna Karan sunglasses, I will tell everyone about that incident at Target last month." He heard her gasp.

"Kurt, don't! Okay, okay, I'll tell you about the bets."

"Start talking, dollface. I haven't got all day. I've got a breakfast date with the blonde boy in an hour."

.....

"Wow, I've never had French toast that tasted quite like that…" Kurt sighed after taking the last bite of his food. He and Jeff were in a small restaurant in downtown Westerville, called "Little Bits". It was a mom and pop kind of place; small, intimate, with mismatched tables and chairs, and a fireplace in the back corner. Jeff had led him to a table by the fireplace, but let Kurt pull out his chair. Kurt had also driven them there, gotten the doors, and already had his wallet out to pay.

"I told you this place was amazing. I've been coming here for years, and they never disappoint." Jeff leaned back into his wrought-iron chair and looked at Kurt. "You look really good this morning." Kurt blushed. "I especially like the hair today."

Kurt stayed in bed longer than he had originally planned; Rachel had snatched the phone from Mercedes and started rambling about Finn asking her back out (like he hadn't known that was going to happen) and when were they going to go on a double date and when was everyone going to meet this 'blonde boy'. She was good at rambling.

"Yes, well, don't expect to see it like this again. I may not use a lot of product in my hair, but I do like it styled." He ran his fingers through it as he spoke. "But I kind of like it like this, too." Kurt smiled at Jeff.

"You should leave it like that for the rest of the day." Jeff suggested. He let himself look Kurt over, enjoying the boy in front of him.

Kurt raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Seriously? The only reason it's like this now is because I didn't get up early enough to do anything about it. I had planned on fixing it as soon as we got back." Jeff pouted. "But I guess if you like it this way, I could leave it." Kurt smiled at the grin that came over Jeff's face.

"Good." Jeff looked down at his watch, then sighed. "It's almost eleven, we'd better head back. I know Wes and David wanted to have a quick rehearsal and go over some of the song ideas for next month's campus show."

"Okay, I'll be right back, just going to pay the bill." Kurt smiled, then got up. He could feel Jeff's eyes on him as he turned and walked away, and the blush took over his face again. He really had to figure out how to control that particular response. Of course, he knew he had dressed well today. It wasn't often that he got to wear anything but his uniform, so when he did, he took full advantage of his expansive wardrobe. Today he had on black jeans (not skinny, since he knew he'd be eating and wanted to be comfortable), a pale green sweater over a black button-down, and his favorite pair of black Doc Marten sneakers. He had accessorized with a black and green scarf by Alexander McQueen, and a white leather watch.

"Um, excuse me, ma'am, but I need to pay our check." He said to the older woman behind the counter. She smiled and handed him a handwritten check, which he passed back with three tens. "Keep the change, thanks so much for everything." He smiled at her reaction (surprise at being given a $10 tip), and went back to the table. Jeff had already stood up and put on his coat, and was now holding Kurt's out to him. Kurt slipped it on and buttoned it up, then took Jeff's hand in his own.

"So, are you coming over tonight for Nick's movie night?" He asked, leading the way out of the restaurant to his Navigator.

"Of course, I am. Not only do I love the Saw movies, I'm also looking forward to protecting you from the scary parts." Jeff smirked, and Kurt rolled his eyes.

"I do not need protecting. I'm not as delicate as everyone thinks I am." He let go of Jeff to open the passenger door, and waited for him to get settled in his seat until he shut it.

"I know you did okay on Monday night, but the Saw movies are worse. Have you even seen them?" Jeff asked after Kurt hopped into the driver's seat.

"Um, I think I watched part of one with Finn over Thanksgiving break…" he snapped on his seatbelt and started the engine. "But I'm not sure. It was either that or Deadliest Catch, I can't remember."

Jeff laughed, and the two boys continued talking about scary movies, sisters and step-brothers, cars (Kurt loved that Jeff knew about cars), and their favorite movie snacks.
"My favorite has got to be Junior Mints. They're amazing. I mean, chocolate and mint? Who can say no to that?" Jeff asked.

"They're okay, but I prefer Red Vines."

"The licorice?"

"Oh, god, yeah. They're much better than Junior Mints. I have them almost every time I go to a movie. I'll even fight for them if there's only one package left at the concession stand." Kurt laughed, remembering the time he and Blaine had gone to see the Chronicles of Narnia. "I actually snatched a package from Blaine's hands and ran down the hall of the theater in November when he bought the last one. I didn't expect him to chase after me and tackle me to the ground to get them back, but they're his favorite, too." He smiled.

"Ah." Jeff was strangely quiet.

"Everything okay?" Kurt asked as they pulled into the parking lot by Windsor House.

"Yup." He was still quiet, and Kurt was confused.

"Jeff, you're acting a little weird. What's up?" he took the keys out of the ignition but made no move to get out of the car; he just turned toward the boy next to him.

"It, uh…" Jeff cleared his throat. "Okay. Here's the thing, Kurt: I really do like you. And I know we've only been on two dates, but I really like you." Kurt smiled at Jeff, and was about to say something when Jeff continued. "But I don't know what we are. I'd like to think that you feel something for me, too, but I can't be too sure, since I hear something in your voice when you talk about Blaine." The last bit came out in a rush; Jeff was nervous.

"What?" Kurt felt his stomach drop a little.

"Is there something going on between you two?" Jeff asked, his voice low. He wasn't looking at Kurt; he was instead staring at his hands, fumbling with the seatbelt he had just taken off.

"No!" he exclaimed. "No! Jeff, there… Yeah, there was something there, but that was forever ago and we both moved on! Besides, it was only one-sided and it wasn't like anything was going to happen and I like you!" he tried to keep his voice down, but at the end, he sounded a little forceful.

"What side?" Jeff asked, looking up at Kurt.

"Huh?"

"What side? Was it you, or hi-"

"Oh, uh, my side. But I think it was because he was the first out gay guy I had met besides me, and he helped me through all the crap at McKinley." Kurt felt a little sad at remembering his old school, and he still had that fear in the pit of his stomach from the day Karofsky threatened him. "There's nothing there, seriously. He's just my friend." Kurt reached over to take one of Jeff's hands. "Trust me, I really like you, too." Acting on an impulse, he leaned toward Jeff and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

Jeff smiled, and rested his forehead against Kurt's. "So Blaine is…"

"Just a friend." Kurt tried to ignore the little voice in his head that was yelling something unintelligible about teenage dreams and skintight jeans.

"Good." Jeff moved so quickly, Kurt barely knew what was going on; one second they were both leaning over the center console, holding hands and touching foreheads, and the next second, Jeff had pulled Kurt halfway into the passenger seat so that he was sitting on him.

Kurt let out a squeak of surprise, then let himself settle on top of Jeff. He was straddling him, one of his knees digging into the buckle of the seatbelt, the other was pressed against the warm leather covering the door. One of Jeff's hands reached up to Kurt's face, pulling him down until their lips met. The other hand had a firm hold on his hip, keeping him in place. Jeff was kissing Kurt hard, and fast, and Kurt could tell that there was want, and need, and desire there and oh wow he didn't know how Jeff's hand had moved to his ass but as far as he was concerned, it could stay there. Kurt grabbed onto the collar of Jeff's red peacoat (he really liked peacoats, didn't he?) to steady himself, but that didn't help when a loud rap sounded on the passenger window.

Kurt shrieked as he fell backwards, hitting his head on the visor and slamming his back into the dash. Jeff had mostly stayed in his spot, but when Kurt had gone back, the hand that was on Kurt's ass slid to his front, and almost ended up somewhere a lot more personal. He snapped his hand away (hoping Kurt didn't see or feel where it was), and used it to flip off the two boys who were standing outside Kurt's SUV.

"I really hate our roommates sometimes." Kurt mumbled as he tried to crawl back to the driver's seat. Nick and Eric were already walking back to Windsor, and it was obvious that they were laughing.

"I agree. I think we should kill them tonight. At least we have ideas from the movie on Monday." Jeff smiled, and tried to compose himself. Kurt flipped down the visor to use the mirror, and gasped at what he saw: hair all over the place, face flushed bright red, lips swollen, scarf tangled and his coat hanging off of his shoulders. He heard Jeff's chuckle, rolled his eyes, then finished making himself presentable.

"You look gorgeous, let's go. We've got to get to Warbler's Hall before our evil roommates, otherwise they'll exaggerate what they interrupted." Jeff opened his door and shivered when the cold air hit his face, which was still warm from the impromptu make-out session.

Kurt followed suit, re-wrapping his scarf as they made their way across the parking lot toward the main building. "That was, um…" his heart was still pounding in his chest.

"That was 'um', indeed, Mr. Hummel." Jeff laughed, snaking an arm around Kurt's waist and pulling him closer as they walked. "So, does this mean we're officially dating?" he asked.

"I imagine it does, Mr. Lochlan." Kurt leaned into Jeff, and they both laughed a little as they walked.

.....

Blaine adjusted his gray and red scarf around his neck, hoping to keep out some of the cold wind. He had decided to head over to Warbler's Hall early, so he could talk to Wes and David about his solo for the performance next month, but as soon as he got out the door, he saw Kurt's big Navigator pull into the parking lot.

He felt bad watching them from his partially hidden spot by the Windsor doors, but he was curious. He also highly doubted they would do anything inappropriate; they were in public. Blaine was wrong. He watched as the two boys talked for a moment, then saw Kurt sweetly kiss Jeff's cheek. Or at least he thought it was his cheek, he couldn't really tell. He was not prepared to watch what happened next; Kurt being pulled from his seat practically on top of Jeff. No, he was on top of Jeff, and- oh, wow. He didn't know Kurt could be that enthusiastic.

Blaine couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene, and he watched with a strange feeling in his stomach (he was feeling overprotective, right?) as Jeff's hand moved from it's spot on his hip down to his… Okay. He wasn't going to watch anymore. He was going to just turn around and walk to his destination and not think about Kurt and Jeff and hands and kissing and what the fucking hell was wrong with him? He could tell his face was red; it always felt warm when he blushed like that. He was trying to focus on his breathing (it made no sense to have this reaction, he was fine) when he heard Kurt and Jeff a little ways away. He heard Jeff call Kurt 'Mr. Hummel', and Kurt respond with 'Mr. Lochlan', and then he had to lean against the old brick building to steady himself. His head was swimming, he felt dizzy, and oh, god. He was jealous.

.....

"I still think 'Unintended' should be on our set list for next month." David said as Blaine and Wes left the rehearsal hall with him.

"Dude, I get it, you love that song. And I'm with you, Muse rocks. But only Kurt can hit some of those notes, and I don't know if we can really make that song as powerful as we usually can. If you want to do Muse, we can always do 'Butterflies and Hurricanes'. We could make that one work." Wes said to his friend.

"I guess." David sighed. "Hey, I'm going to the gas station down the road to pick up some extra soda and popcorn for tonight. Anything else you guys want?"

"Extra butter!"

"Yes, Wes, I'll get the popcorn with the extra butter. Blaine? What do you want?"

Blaine kept walking, oblivious to the fact that his friends were talking to him.

"Hellooo!" Wes stepped in front of Blaine, making him stop. "What's up with you?" he asked. "You were way too quiet during rehearsal today, and now you're walking around like a zombie. You sick?" Wes took a few steps back, as if he was expecting Blaine to throw up on him.

"No, I'm fine. I'm good." Blaine tried to smile his usual charming smile, but it didn't feel right; it was obvious that it was forced. "I don't need anything extra, just make sure you've got plenty of Diet Coke." He pulled his coat tighter around his chest and made sure his scarf was secured around his neck. "I'm going back to my room, guys. I've got homework. See you later." With that, Blaine walked away, leaving his friends standing in the hall with matching confused looks on their faces.

He was going to go to Nick's Saw marathon, but only to keep up appearances. He would stay as long as everyone else did. He would act like everything was fine. He would put a stop to this stupid jealous feeling in his chest and stomach and head and… There. There it was again, the 'j' word. Jealous.

He was actually grateful for the blast of cold air that met him when he opened the door, it took his mind off the feeling he was trying to fight. Okay, so he was jealous. But jealous of what, exactly? The day Kurt told him how he felt, Blaine had been as open and honest as Kurt had. He explained that he was new to the dating idea, too, and he didn't want to screw up what they had. He had truthfully never thought of Kurt in a 'romantic' way, but now that Kurt was seeing Jeff (apparently), he thought maybe he could.

He shook his head as he thought about this, winding his way down the little sidewalk that would take him back to Windsor. Maybe it wasn't that he actually had feelings for Kurt, maybe it was just that 'taken guy' phenomenon he had heard so much about from his sister. According to her, a man became more attractive to a woman once he was in a relationship with someone else. Mia told him the idea was that once the woman saw that the man could support a woman, take care of her, and do all the things the woman wanted him for, all of a sudden he was attractive, and she desired him. Blaine wondered if the same thing applied here.

He really had never thought of Kurt as a boyfriend, just a friend. But now that Jeff and Kurt were together, Blaine was seeing him as a boyfriend. He blushed deeper, and felt his face burning. No, not seeing Kurt as his boyfriend, just a boyfriend. He was seeing a different side to Kurt; a more adult, more… sexual side. He was seeing Kurt as a part of a relationship, and realizing that Kurt could do it. That didn't mean he wanted Kurt, it just meant that he recognized that he could be in a relationship. Blaine ignored the voice in the back of his mind that called him a liar, and opened the door to Windsor House. He had it figured out. Kind of. Sort of. Maybe?

.....

Next: Jeff and Kurt are official, Jeff and Wes have a popcorn fight, Nick and Eric embarrass their roommates, and Blaine can't find his brain-to-mouth filter in time.