Anonymous ~ nerdgirl0416

Kurt Hummel was screwed. 100 and 10 percent screwed.

The chestnut haired boy lay on his back on his bed, both of his hands folded across his stomach as he stared up at the ceiling, allowing his eyes to follow the basic patterns. He was screwed. This was a big problem.

The problem? He was in love with his best friend. Completely and utterly head over heels in love with his best friend.

He'd tried not to fall in love with his friend, obviously. He'd tried so, so, so hard, but no matter how hard he tried, he had still fallen hopelessly in love.

It was quite annoying, really. Falling in love with his best friend did seem to bring up quite a few problems. Being in love with his best friend was quite the inconvenience.

But how could he not have fallen head over heels? Especially not with those warm hazel eyes following him around, even daring to step into his dreams. Those warm hazel eyes that would soften every time they landed on Kurt and would wrinkle up at the corners whenever Kurt made him laugh, a real laugh, the sort of laugh that not many people had the pleasure of seeing or hearing, that laugh that was saved for family and only the closest people.

And, oh, his laugh. It wasn't only music to Kurt's ears, it was music to everyone's. That beautiful laugh -whether it be the small, quiet giggle that would appear after a dirty joke had been made or that loud bark of a laugh that occurred when embarrassing stories of the past had been uncovered- was contagious. It made everyone in the room smile and laugh along, even if they had no clue what was so funny.

So, yes, Kurt Hummel was screwed. Hopelessly in love with the most beautiful man he'd ever laid his eyes on, but screwed.

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*@Anonymous1993 has followed you*

Blaine stared down at his screen for a second, a frown on his face before unlocking his phone and going to his Twitter app. When the app had finally loaded, Blaine went to his notifications and pressed on his new follower's name, raising an eyebrow when he found that the user hadn't posted anything. He went to his private messages and chose to start a conversation with the new follower.

Blanderson95: Hello? Who's this?

Anonymous1993: Hi! I can't say who I am.

Blanderson95: Why not?

Blanderson95: Do I know you?

Anonymous1993: Yes, you know me. And I can't say why not either.

Blanderson95: Why did you follow me?

Anonymous1993: I'm just a person who wants some advice. And I heard you give out good advice.

Blanderson95: Who told you that?

Anonymous1993: That doesn't matter

Blanderson95: Well, what's your question then?

Anonymous1993: What would you do if you were hopelessly in love with your best friend?

Blanderson95: Id go for it! I'm sure they'd like you back.

Anonymous1993: How do you know? You don't even know who I am

Anonymous1993: Besides, I could never do that. I can't risk our friendship. He's the best friend I've ever had, I can tell him anything. And it's not that I'm scared of losing him, because I know he wouldn't leave me over something like this, I'm just scared of everything changing

Blanderson95: Oh idk then man. Has he ever shown any signs of liking you back?

Anonymous1993: No, not really. Well he flirts with me sometimes but he does that to everyone. He's just a big flirt really.

Blanderson95: I see, that must be hard. Being in love with someone who doesn't know or feel the same way.

Anonymous1993: It is, but that's why I'm asking your advice. So what do I do?

Blanderson95: I'm going to be honest with you hear; I'm in the exact same position.

Anonymous1993: You are?

Blanderson95: Yeah, I've known my best friend since elementary school and we've always been so so close but just know I'm starting to realise I don't really think of him as a friend

Blanderson95: *now

Anonymous1993: What did you do about it? Or what are you doing about it?

Blanderson95: Nothing. Well, not anything that worked. I've tried flirting with him and giving him hints, I guess. But that's not working, he just brushes me off as if I flirt with everyone.

Anonymous1993: Do you have a picture of him on your profile?

Blanderson95: Duh.

Anonymous1993: Can you show me which one he is?

Blanderson95: Why would I do that? I don't even know who you are. You could be some psychopath looking to murder all of my loved ones

Anonymous1993: Theres always that possibility :/

Anonymous1993: I promise I'm not. Look, if you send me a picture of who it is... I'll tell you my name

Blanderson95: Fine. He's the one on the left

Blanderson95: Are you going to tell me your name now?

Blanderson95: Hello?

Blaine groaned in frustration as he threw his phone on his bed. He's probably just given away the person he likes to some Neanderthal playing some prank on him. Nice going, Blaine.

He rolled his eyes and went to pick up his guitar, sitting on the bed plucking a few strings, tuning it. He'd just tuned the last string when a notification flashed across his screen. He cursed loudly when he almost dropped his guitar, yelling an apology to his mother for swearing before rushing to grab his phone.

He took a deep breath and read the notification before sighing when he realised it was just a notification from his settings, telling him to "optimise IPhone storage". Well, he couldn't do that because then he didn't have access to his photos. Stupid phone. He chucked it back on the bed before packing his guitar away. He didn't really feel like playing anymore.
{I relate, Blaine. My phone keeps doing this and it's annoying af}

His phone began vibrating and Blaine glanced over, a huge smile lighting up his face when he saw who was calling him.

He reached over to pick up his phone and hastily clicked answer.

"Hey stranger." Blaine grinned into the phone, picking at a couple threads sticking out of his jeans.

"Hi, how fast can you get to my house?"

"Um, I'm leaving now." Blaine answered as he picked his keys up off his desk and jogged out of the door, waving goodby to his mom who rolled her eyes and blew him a kiss, "Why? What's wrong? Is everything okay? Do I need-"

"Blaine, I'm fine, don't worry. Just get here quickly, there's something we need to talk about."

Blaine frowned and paused in shutting his front door, "Why can't we just talk about it over the phone?"

"Because this is the sort of thing that I need to see your face for. It's important, just get here."

And with that the line went silent, Blaine staring down at the screen for a second before sighing, stuffing his phone into his coat pocket and climbing into his car.

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Kurt closed the lid of his laptop and stood up off of his bed, stretching his arms and beginning to pace around the room. He didn't know what he was doing, why had he done that?

There was a knock on his front door and he ran a hand through his hair before walking out of his room, almost tripping down his stairs and opening his door to find his best friend stood looking at him with a wide grin on his face and ice cream in his hands.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, looking down at the tub before glancing back up to hazel eyes.

The boy answered his silent question with a laugh, "I have no clue what this is about, but I can tell by the tone of your voice when you called me; it's something serious. And ice cream makes everything better."

Kurt nodded and shrugged at the same time as he opened the door wider to let his friend through. The pair of them stood in comfortable silence for a bit before Kurt spoke up.

"So, um, my dad is at work right now but I'm not sure when he'll be home so we should probably go to my room."

With a nod, the two boys made their way up the stairs and into Kurt's room, the chestnut haired boy leaning against the door to close it.

"Kurt-"

"Blaine-"

Both boys laughed when they spoke at the same time, Kurt gesturing for the other boy to go first.

Blaine nodded, "I know I came here for you to talk but I just wanted to tell you about the strangest encounter I had over Twitter about half an hour ago." At Kurt's nod, Blaine continued, "Some random account called Anonymous-something randomly followed me and when I asked who they were, they refused to tell me. Instead they asked for advice on what to do when you're in love with your best friend." The raven haired boy laughed, "I honestly didn't know what to say."

"Well, I assume it went something along the lines of you admitting to anonymous1993 that you are dealing with the same problem and you're hopelessly in love with your best friend too."

Blaine, who's head had been looking down at his knees, suddenly looked up to gape at Kurt, "You-"

Kurt held up a hand to Blaine, sighing and nodding his head, "Yes, I'm anonymous1993, and I'm so sorry, Blaine. I know it was a complete violation of your-"

Blaine shook his head, "I can't believe you'd do that to me. What were you trying to do? What were you trying to prove? You made me admit who I-" the boy paused before a shocked look crossed his face and Kurt shut his eyes tight, "You said you liked your best friend."

"I know, I know." Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose, "I know, I was being stupid and a complete idiot but I just- I didn't know what to do anymore and I-"

"So who is it?"

Kurt blinked dumbly at the boy, "Who is what?"

"Who's your best friend?" Blaine glared, "I thought all this time it was me but I guess not. I guess I was stupid for just assuming. I mean, now that I think about, we never really said that we were best friends... But I just thought-"

"Blaine, what on Earth are you going on about. You are my best friend."

Throwing his arms up in the air, Blaine stood up off of Kurt's bed, "Well, who's your other best friend? Who's your best friend that you're so hopelessly in love with then, hey? If it's not me, then who is it? Hmm?"

Kurt shook his head in disbelief, "Blaine, don't you get it? It's you. It's always been you, you idiot."

Blaine's head dropped to look at his knees again and Kurt rushed to find the right thing to say.

"I'm- I'm so sorry for- for betraying your trust or whatever but, I just- I didn't know what to do! I was stuck, okay? I was stuck, I'd run out of ideas to get you to notice me, to get you to see me for more than what you already saw me as. I'm so sorry, Blaine, I really am." Kurt paused, as Blaine finally looked up and Kurt met his gaze with pleading eyes, "Say something, please."

Blaine nodded, "For so long," he paused, scooting forward and pulling the both of Kurt's hands into his, "I've been looking for someone like you. It feels like I've been looking forever, really." Blaine began stroking the soft flesh on the tops of Kurt's hands, Kurt swallowing his nerves as he watched and felt Blaine's thumbs, calloused from playing the guitar, stroke gently over his skin, "I guess when you stopped me on the stairs all those years ago and asked me how to get to the music room, that was the moment, for me, that I realised you and I were destined to be together and to stay in each other's lives for a very, very long time, if not till our dying day. Y-you move me Kurt, and I know that sounds like some cheesy thing someone in a romance novel would say but-"

Kurt laughed quietly, "You should know me by now, I'm just a silly romantic; I live for romance novels."

Smiling softly, Blaine's eyes flickered down to Kurt's lips, parted and upturned at the corners in a relaxed and happy smile.

Blaine looked back up to find Kurt staring at him in a way the hazel eyed boy had never seen before. He couldn't decipher what it was in the boy's eyes but he knew, right then and there, that this was his chance.

So he scooted closer to the edge of the bed until he dropped of the edge and was kneeling in front of Kurt who was sitting back on his legs. Kurt inhaled shakily as Blaine continued to shuffle closer until suddenly their legs were pressed together and they were as close as their legs would allow them.

Blaine studied Kurt's face for any signs of worry but found none, so he leaned in and suddenly they were nose-to-nose, their lips just grazing each other's as the pair of them froze to admire the fireworks going off in their heads.

But then Kurt gasped and Blaine smiled, and began moving his lips gently against Kurt's, cupping his hand under the boy's chin and pulling his face impossibly closer.

And there, on the carpeted floor of his best friend's bedroom, caught up in a moment in time where nothing else existed but the both of them, Blaine knew he was where he was meant to be.

WOWZERRE I FINISHED. Yeyyyy. I started this on Wednesday, got up to Blaine's cheesy af paragraph on Thursday and now I've just finished it. I probably should've started writing these earlier because now I'm going to have the same problem I had last Christmas, not being able to post the right chapters on the right days.

But oh well, I'm an idiot, deal with it. Also be warned that I don't have time to read over what I've just written so there's a good chance that there's a lot of mistakes in the last half

Hope you liked it nerdgirl0416

And thanks Cr4sh_th3_M1nd_ for inspiring this idea.