Slowly opening his eyes the next morning, and finding Blaine standing close to him, Kurt sees his back to him as he looks at something.

"Blaine," he quietly says to get his attention. "What are you looking at?"

Blaine looks over his shoulder and smiles at him. Turning to face him, Kurt sees a paper in his hands and remembers the picture he drew the night before.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry." Kurt covers his face in embarrassment, thinking Blaine probably considers him weird for drawing him. "You weren't supposed to see that."

"Why not?" Kurt feels the bed dip as Blaine climbs on, feeling him straddle his lap and sit back on his thighs. "It's amazing, Kurt."

Kurt looks at Blaine through his fingers. "Really?" he asks with a muffled voice.

"Yes, really."

"It's the first time I've drawn in almost four years. I'm still a bit rusty in some areas."

"Tell you what," Blaine says as he pulls Kurt's hands away from his face. "How about I be your model for the day and you work on those rusty spots? How's that sound?"

"I could do that," Kurt answers; smiling wide and blushing a bit.

A few hours later, Kurt sits on the couch and keeps his eyes on Blaine. "You know when I said to get comfortable I didn't mean you had to take your clothes off. Although, I'm not complaining."

He has a stack of clean, white paper in his lap as he watches Blaine pull his shirt over his head. Twirling the pencil in his hand, he bites his lower lip as Blaine undresses for him. He's gotta admit that having Blaine for a model is proving to be a big plus.

"Of course you're not complaining." Blaine grins at him as he undoes his belt and works his jeans open, pushing them down his legs. "I'm more comfortable like this, anyways."

"In just your underwear?"

"Yup," Blaine replies as he nods his head and smiles.

Watching Blaine sit on the couch, back up against the armrest and legs out in front of him, Kurt stops the twirling of the pencil and brings it down to the paper. He starts to sketch Blaine; drawing the lines of his body like the night before. And just like the night before, he easily moves his hand, dragging the pencil across paper and creating the art he's missed doing.

After a few hours, though, and a dozen drawings or so, papers scatter the wooden floor of the living room. They're all in various stages from complete to unfinished. But Kurt doesn't care at the moment, because he enjoys lying atop Blaine and slowly thrusting into him.

Somehow, drawing Blaine in nothing but underwear turned to drawing him as he slowly lowered them inch by inch off his hips until he was drawing him as he sat on the couch with his knees to his chest with his arms around his legs, ankles crossed, and chin resting on his knees completely naked. Blaine's grin as he sat there, a mere feet from him, was mischievous and tempting and filled with enjoyment at what he was doing.

"Are you enjoying your subject?" he had asked as he dropped his knees and leaned back on his hands.

Kurt immediately stopped working on the picture he was drawing, dropping the paper to the floor, and went to work on a clean, white one piece of paper. Sketching and drawing Blaine's naked form was something he had never considered doing. But as he sat there and drew him, he couldn't figure out why he never thought of it.

Yeah, he didn't draw for four years and having the thought would have been just that...a thought--in many ways. But having him naked in front of him made him realize how much he didn't know he needed this.

"I'm enjoying my subject very much," he replied with a sly smile. He watched as Blaine laid back and stretched his body, arching his back the slightest and perfectly showing off every inch of him. "Although," he added. "I don't enjoy him moving so much."

Blaine turned his head and grinned at him. "Maybe someone should come over here and give me a reason to stay still," Blaine slyly said, parting his thighs and chewing his lower lip and releasing it a bit redder.

Kurt didn't pass up the opportunity Blaine presented to him.

"I'm close, Kurt," Blaine pants into his ear as he drags his teeth along Blaine's neck, nipping where he feels the pulse point beneath his lips and making Blaine whimper.

Kurt takes that as meaning to go faster. Thrusting in hard, grinding his hips and making Blaine throw his head back in a cry of pleasure, he can tell he's close. The way his hands look for purchase on his back; fingers scratching and marking make Kurt moan at how the slight pain mixes with his pleasure.

Taking Blaine in hand and starting to stroke him, Kurt almost instantly feels him spilling over his fist. The sensation of having Blaine contracting around him has Kurt thrusting hard twice more before coming. He shudders as pleasure spreads through his body and makes him feel absolutely incredible.

Pulling out and collapsing to the side of Blaine, catching his breath and waiting for his heart to slow, Kurt starts to laugh.

"What's funny?" Blaine asks as he turns on his side and props his arm up and rests his head in his hand, smiling down at Kurt.

"I think in the art world, the artist fucking his subject is so cliché and hilarious. But now I'm part of that stereotype of who's done it."

"Some of the greatest artists ever slept with their subjects and created masterpieces," Blaine points out with a grin. "So, I'm just helping you along to creating your masterpiece."

"Well, if you want to look at it that way." Kurt picks his head up and laughs into the kiss he gives Blaine. "I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Okay."

After his shower, he stands in the middle of the kitchen as Blaine takes a shower, trying to decide what to eat for dinner. Kurt grabs his phone from his pocket when it starts to ring. Seeing the name on the screen, he knows it's inevitable that he will talk to him. He knows he can only go so long with avoiding him.

Hitting talk, he brings the phone up to his ear. "Hello."

"Hey," Zac replies with a smooth voice. "Where've you been? I've called like dozens of times; I felt like a creeper."

Kurt laughs at that. "I've been busy," he replies.

"I've missed you," Zac longingly says.

Letting out a deep breath, Kurt doesn't want to hear that. "Why'd you call?" he asks to change the subject.

"I just said I miss you. I think that should be answer enough for you."

"I can't," Kurt replies, knowing this is the start of the conversation that he's been needing to have for a few weeks.

"Why?"

Closing his eyes for a few seconds and thinking, he figures it's best to tell Zac the truth about him and Blaine. "He changed his mind," he says, knowing Zac will understand.

"Really!" Zac replies with shock in his voice. "How long have you two..."

"A month and a half," Kurt answers the unfinished question.

"Did you..."

"Yes. Although, I don't understand why that concerns you?"

"Just wanted to know," Zac responds with a hint of jealousy to his voice. "What changed? Why is he suddenly allowing this?"

Kurt thinks over that question, not knowing how to answer. He doesn't know Blaine's reasons for finally deciding to be with him; why now? It makes him curious as to what changed Blaine's mind.

"I don't know," he truthfully replies.

"I shouldn't be jealous of a guy I don't know," Zac sighs. "But I am."

"Zac," Kurt huffs. He's known for some time that Zac had fallen for him; could tell in the way he looked at him, or the hints he would drop about maybe trying to date. But Kurt always ignored them, not wanting more than what they were doing. It's sitting there that he realizes he should have something before now. "I don't think we should do this anymore. It's run its course."

"Yeah...Guess I should have seen that coming."

Kurt sits there in the silence for a few heartbeats, thinking Zac may have hung up. But the sound of Zac breathing can still being heard on the other end of the line.

"You're in love with him, aren't you?"

"Yes," Kurt responds without having to think about the answer.

"Does he know?"

"No."

"Does he love you?"

"I don't know...I don't think so," Kurt replies with sorrowfulness to his voice.

"Well," Zac sighs. "Guess this is it. Bye, Kurt."

"Bye." Kurt hangs up the phone, somewhat surprised with how well Zac took everything. He thought he would hear more anger or something.

Looking at his phone for a second, he sets it down on the counter and walks to the fridge.

"Who were you talking to?" Blaine asks him as he grabs a bottle of water.

Kurt shuts the fridge door and walks up to Blaine and drapes his arms over his shoulders, giving him a deep and sensual kiss. "No one important, anymore," he says when he pulls away.

~

"Blaine?" he quietly whispers later that night as they lie in bed.

Having been watching Blaine sleep for about fifteen minutes, and thinking about what Zac said earlier while he was doing that, he has to know. Blaine needs to tell him what it is that changed his mind about all of this.

"Blaine!" he calls again, a bit louder this time, noticing Blaine stirring awake.

"Kurt, wh-...what's wrong?" Blaine mumbles, blinking his eyes open.

"Nothing. I just...I was curious about something."

"About what?" Blaine asks around a yawn.

"What changed your mind? Why do something now about being with me?" Kurt watches Blaine rub his hands over his face as he considers the question.

"Kurt," Blaine breathes out. "If I wasn't so fucking stupid, I would have gone up to your room with you that night, four years ago. I have replayed that moment over a million times in my head, and I say yes and don't walk away."

"Why were you 'so fucking stupid?'" Kurt asks, using Blaine's choice of words.

Blaine turns on his side and faces Kurt. "You want to know the real reason I never did anything?"

Kurt nods his head.

"My parents. I saw how they were to you after you came out to them. They treated you like some plague that had come in and started deconstructing this perfect picture they managed to create of their lives."

"And you didn't...don't want that happening to you?" Kurt quietly asks, a bit heartbroken at Blaine choosing to hide instead of being with him outside of the bedroom. It explains why he's with Kennedy; it's easier to hide when it looks like you're happily in a relationship with someone.

"I'm terrified of telling them and being treated the same."

"I'll still be there for you like you were for me," Kurt assures him. "And I'm pretty sure Tilly will support you."

"I know," Blaine sighs. "But I can't have them disappointed in me."

Kurt doesn't say anything; tries to ignore the ache in his chest. Resting his head on Blaine's shoulder, he wishes things were easier. Wishes Blaine understood that he would be there for him afterwards no matter what would happen. He wishes he could tell Blaine that sometimes it takes being hurt by the people you love to know how you truly feel about them. He would tell him that even though he hurt him, he has loved him every day since he realized it, and that he will be there for him in any way he would need him if he were to tell his parents.

"You know the other reason I was scared to do anything?"

"What?" Kurt murmurs against Blaine's shoulder, voice strained as he tries not to cry.

"You're my best friend. I didn't want to start something and have it go bad and end up losing my best friend."

"Yeah, you're right." Kurt lifts his head and pushes the strands of hair falling across Blaine's forehead back. "So, let's hope this doesn't go bad because I don't want to lose you." Even though he says it, deep down, Kurt knows somewhere something bad is going to happen. Someone will find out and force them apart, or he can see himself pushing Blaine away because he can't see him being with Kennedy and force him away even though he loves so much.

But until then, he'll cherish what they have right now.

"Oh, Kurt?"

He snuggles into Blaine's side with his head resting on his shoulder; tangling their legs together, Kurt is slowly being lulled to sleep by Blaine ghosting his fingers up and down his spine.

"Hmm?" he replies, deciding to focus on how happy and relaxed he is because of the orgasm he had.

"While you were taking a shower earlier, Kennedy called."

"So, what is the reason I should know this?"

"She asked me if we could have lunch together tomorrow."

"What did you say?"

"I told her I ask you, to see if you would like to. So...Would you like to?"

Having lunch with Kennedy won't be so bad, and something he wouldn't mind doing. "Okay," he answers.

~

He sits across from Blaine and Kennedy as they finish their lunch. Sitting outside on the small deck the restaurant has, Kurt actually found himself really enjoying hanging out with Kennedy. She was funny and he found himself laughing more than he thought he would. He had fun. But having fun didn't stop him from remember what Blaine and he are doing behind her back.

Guilt, he realizes, is something that doesn't sit well with him.

At various moments of the lunch, he wants to just blurt out he's sorry; that he couldn't help himself. He wants to blurt that he's wanted this for years and didn't care about hurting her to get what he pined for. He wants to say that he would do it again if he could go back and make the decision again, because he wants--and will always want--Blaine.

But he doesn't. He bites his tongue and continues to enjoy his lunch.

"I'll be back in a second," Blaine announces as he pushes his chair out and stands up.

Being left alone at the table with Kennedy, pushing around the pasta still on his plate, Kurt is unsure of what to stay. He can't be alone with her knowing he's fucking her boyfriend. All he can see is him and Blaine having sex in the shower before they came here, and he's afraid if he opens his mouth to start talking to her he'll blurt out how great Blaine is in bed.

"So, Kurt," she says with a bright smile. "Blaine told me you started drawing again."

"Yeah." He nods his head.

"That's great!" Kennedy happily exclaims. "Can I see some of your work sometime?"

"Do you have a pen?"

"What?" Kennedy asks slightly confused.

"A pen. Do you have one?" Kurt repeats. He watches her pick up her purse and rummage around, holding out a black pen for him. Taking it and thanking her, he grabs his untouched napkin and begins to sketch. "For some reason, I suddenly had the urge to have a drawing utensil in my hands," he goes about explaining as he draws, often glancing up. "I sat down and started drawing after all this time."

"What made you want to draw again?"

Kurt thinks about the question, trying to find a way to answer without saying that being with Blaine has sparked that side in him again. "I guess you could say a door that was once closed opened," he says as way of an easy explanation.

"It's a good thing that door opened, then," Kennedy replies.

Kurt looks up and sees Blaine walking back, staring at him the whole time it takes for him to reach the table, blushing when Blaine winks at him. But he looks away when Blaine kisses Kennedy's cheek and sits down.

"Kurt, what are doing?" Blaine curiously asks.

"Give me five minutes and you'll see." He keeps his focus on the napkin as he answers. Dropping the pen on top of the napkin and sliding it over to Kennedy, he hears her gasp. Grabbing his coke, he takes a drink as she shows Blaine the portrait he just did of her.

Pleased with himself when Blaine compliments his work, Kurt takes a bite of his pasta.

Feeling the breeze blow and cool him down some from sitting outside, he groans in frustration when he sees Zac walking towards them on the sidewalk. He prays he just keeps walking and he doesn't see him.

"Hey, Kurt," Zac says when he spots him. Kurt groans, already knowing this is gonna be weird.

"Hey, Zac," he mumbles.

"Surprised to see you here." Kurt sees Zac look at Kennedy and Blaine and notices him instantly recognize who Blaine is. "You must be Blaine," Zac says as he grins in a way that has Kurt worried. "Kurt's told me...a lot about you. And who might you be?" he asks Kennedy.

"I'm Kennedy," she responds. "Blaine's girlfriend."

"Girlfriend," Zac repeats. "Kurt's told me a little about you. Now I have a name and a beautiful face to what he said."

Kurt notices Kennedy blush at the compliment, and seeing Blaine fuming with anger. He figures he doesn't like Zac flirting with Kennedy.

"Kurt, is this your boyfriend?" Kennedy asks as he looks away from Blaine.

"No," he firmly states.

"Kurt doesn't do boyfriends," Zac tells her as he takes the empty seat next to Kurt. "Right, Kurt?" Zac looks at him in a way that says he's gonna make this miserable for him.

He knew when he hung up with him the day before that Zac was too calm about the whole thing.

"Yeah," he honestly replies, nodding his head. "He was just a fuck buddy I kept around for when I needed someone to do." He figures two can play this game. "He's easy if you have a gay friend looking to get laid."

"He's lying," Zac retorts, voice laced with anger.

"I was fucking him twenty minutes after we first met. He practically begs for me to come over when I'm in town. But not anymore."

"And why is that, Kurt?" Zac asks as if he doesn't know, darting his eyes to Blaine real quick and grinning at him.

Kurt sees how hard Blaine is holding back from saying something right at that moment. "I didn't want him anymore," he snidely replies.

"No. No, I don't think that's it." Zac shakes his head. "I remember you telling me you were fucking somebody else now. Who was it?" he asks, tapping his finger to his chin as if trying to remember. At that moment fear runs through Kurt at thinking Zac might actually reveal to Kennedy what's been going on. "Damn, I can't remember. He quickly moves from one guy to the next, who can keep them...straight." Kurt sees him wink at Blaine at the terrible remark, thinking he's being funny.

"Fuck you!" Kurt curses, feeling anger boiling up in him.

"You already did," Zac retorts with a small laugh. "Remember?"

"Blaine, I think we should give them some privacy." Kurt hears Kennedy say.

"No," Kurt butts in and says. "Zac was just leaving for good." He stands up and angrily looks down at Zac who has a satisfied smile on his face.

"But we should be celebrating," Zac says as he stands up.

"Celebrating what?" Kurt furiously asks.

"Kennedy and Blaine being in love," Zac excitedly exclaims. "It's written all over their faces."

Kurt's heart seizes at those words, knowing Zac is saying that to get him riled up and angry, and succeeding. It hurts to hear, but Kurt won't let Zac get to him. "Just fucking leave already," Kurt snarls.

"But I haven't revealed the best news we should be celebrating."

"What's that?" Kennedy innocently asks.

"If he hasn't told you yet, Kurt here got his cherry popped." Zac grabs at Kurt's ass, squeezing it and grinning at Kennedy and Blaine. Kurt shoves him away. He sees Blaine almost get out of his chair before realizing what he's doing. He looks at Zac when he says in a serious tone, "I think we should celebrate you finally bending over for someone like the little whore you are."

At that, Kurt does hear Blaine jump up, knocking over his chair. He notices Kennedy look to him in confusion, not understanding why Blaine stood up in anger like he did. Instead of saying anything, Kurt takes a swing at Zac. His fist perfectly connects with Zac's jaw and he sees him fall to the ground. Kicking him in the stomach for good measure, Kurt walks away, needing to get out of there as quick as possible. He hears people talking and looking at him in shock. But he doesn't care; doesn't care about the comments and looks. It felt great to punch Zac, and he would happily do it again.

"Enjoy being in love with someone who's in love with someone else," Zac comes up to him and snidely says into his ear, walking past him.

Kurt stops and fights to hold back his tears, not wanting to cry. Zac doesn't deserve his tears, and he's not going to give them to him. He looks at Zac as he walks away, rubbing his hand over his jaw where his fist connected. Kurt smiles at knowing he caused him pain.

"I'll pay, you guys wait for me by the car," he hears Blaine tell Kennedy.

Grabbing a stick of gum him from his jeans, Kurt stands there as Kennedy stands next to him.

"So, Kurt," Kennedy quietly says as they start to walk again. "That was interesting."

"Sorry about that," he apologizes, tossing the wrapper to the ground.

"It's fine." Kennedy smiles. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, my hand should be fine; just a little bruised." Kurt looks at his hand and sees his knuckles red and a tad bit swollen already.

"No," Kennedy says as she shakes her head. "Are you okay?"

Kurt smiles at how genuinely worried Kennedy sounds about him. "Yeah, I'm fine," Kurt answers. "I've heard worse."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." Kurt nods his head, giving her a small smile.

Seeing Blaine walking towards them, he stands there as he takes Kennedy hand and walks her to her car. Not paying them any attention, he looks to his hand. Flexing it and wiggling his fingers, he feels pain shoot up his arm; he knows he'll have ice it for a few hours later. Dropping his arm, he sees Blaine walking back to him with tense shoulders and frustration and anger evident in his eyes. Kurt really hopes his mood passes soon.

"Come on," Blaine says with anger barely lacing his voice. "Let's go."

~

He can feel the tension between Blaine and himself as they drive back to the apartment. It makes him uncomfortable and unsure what to say. He knows it's because of what happened with Zac, and some of the things he said and did.

Walking into the apartment following Blaine, hearing the alarm going off, Kurt sees as Blaine shrugs out of jacket and tosses it to the floor. The ringing of the alarm loud in his ears.

"Can you please disarm this already? It's fucking annoying and loud," Kurt says over the sound, moving to sit on the couch.

Staring as Blaine punches in the six digit code to turn off the alarm, he slightly jumps when the phone rings. In the few days since they've been here, there has been no reason for the phone to ring. The only person who knows they're gone is Tilly, and Kurt knows she is smart enough to easily reach him on his cell. Staying there as Blaine goes over to answer the phone, he wonders who it could be.

"No, this is his son, Blaine Anderson," he hears Blaine say to whomever he's speaking to. "Fine! Call him and have him confirm it to you." Kurt hears the slam of the phone down on the kitchen island, knowing Blaine is still mad about earlier.

Standing up and going over to him, he leans back against the counter and knows there's no avoiding talking about this. "I know you want to ask me something. Ask me." He wants to know what is pissing Blaine off so much about what happened.

Blaine drops his head and grips the edge of the island, voice coming out slightly rough when he asks, "How does he know about me?"

It's then that it hits him that Blaine isn't mad about Zac maybe flirting with Kennedy, like he thought. Blaine is mad because he talked about him to someone else.

"I told him," Kurt truthfully answers. "I would tell him about you and everything that would and wouldn't happen between us."

"So, I was your fucking pillow talk?"

"No, Blaine! I needed someone to talk to when you fucking weren't there; and he was." Kurt can feel the anger growing as he stands there. Feeling pain flare up in his hand, he walks to the medicine cabinet and grab the pain pills, popping two into his mouth after he manages to get the cap twisted off. He looks back to Blaine with frustration and anger. "Don't act like you don't do the same with Kennedy!"

"It's different," Blaine says with a hint of guilt at realizing he did what Kurt accuses him of.

"How so? Because I fucked the person I talked to about you? Don't be mad at me because of that!"

Right when he sees Blaine about to answer, he hears Blaine's cell phone go off. Staying where he is, he watches Blaine pull his phone from his pocket and answer it.

"Hi, Dad," he says in way of a greeting. Kurt can barely make out John's voice on the phone; thinking he might be mad about Blaine being at the apartment. "Yes, I'm here for a few days. No," Blaine says with an edge to his voice, shaking his head. "I'm by myself."

Kurt looks into Blaine's eyes after he says that, feeling his heart break at being a secret kept from almost everybody. Breaking Blaine's gaze, not wanting him to see how upset he is, he turns and starts to walk away.

All he wants, all he could ever ask for, is to be with Blaine as more than just what they are at the moment. He wants to be able to say that he is Blaine's, and that Blaine is his. He wants to hold his hand around people without them questioning why they're holding hands; he wants to kiss him in public without worry of someone recognizing them and saying something. He wants a relationship with Blaine, and it's slowly starting to sink in that he might never get that.

Fingers wrapping around his wrist turn him around. Before he can say anything, Kurt feels Blaine crashing his mouth to his in a hungry and passionate kiss. He knows this kiss an apology from Blaine for how he acted today after lunch; and for having to lie about what's going on between them.

"I'm not mad at you, Kurt," Blaine says through his heavy breathing when he pulls away. "I'm mad at myself. I hate that I had to sit there and not do anything when he was treating you like that. I hate that I can't be strong enough to forget my parent's reactions and choose to be brave enough to be out." Blaine weakly smiles at him, pushing a strand of his hair back. "So, I don't hate you, Kurt. I hate how weak I am."

Just when he thought he was angry at Blaine for how he was acting, Kurt feels all that disappear in an instant at Blaine's words. Closing his eyes and resting his forehead to Blaine's, he calmly breathes a few seconds before saying anything. "You're not weak, Blaine," Kurt whispers, feeling Blaine wrap his arms around his waist. "You're just...stuck in a situation that you don't know how to get out of."

"Stuck," Blaine repeats with a small chuckle. "That seems about right."

"Eventually, you'll find a way out; whichever way you choose to go." Kurt doesn't add that he prays that Blaine chooses to go in the direction that has them being together. But he knows Blaine has to make this choice; this has to be a choice all his own. "But for now," he says as he stares into Blaine's eyes. "Let's enjoy our time together."

"Alright." Blaine gives him a sweet and gentle kiss.

Taking Blaine's hand in his, linking their fingers together, Kurt leads them upstairs.

~

"Are you truly in love with her?" Kurt lies on top of Blaine, his legs still straddling his hips as he rests his chin on his fists and stares into Blaine's luminous eyes.

It's a loaded question he's unsure of if he wants the answer. Fear seeps into his bones at the thought of hearing Blaine say that "yes, I really love her." Of possibly knowing that he lost a long time ago for Blaine's heart. But he still has to know; has to be prepared for when Blaine might pick her over him because he's in love with her.

"I...I don't know." Blaine holds him and moves them to lie on their sides. "I care for her deeply, it's just that..." he trails off, not finishing his sentence.

Kurt weakly smiles when he gazes into his eyes. In Blaine's eyes, he sees what he thinks Tilly is talking about. He sees love. But, he isn't sure if it's true or if it's something he so desperately wants to see that he's imagining it.

Lying on his back and sighing, he already starts to feel the ache where he's losing the one person he loves most.

"Kurt?" Blaine's voice sounding like it's farther away than it really is.

"Yeah?"

"I...I-I care for you deeply, too." Kurt feels a shiver run through him when Blaine says that. He'll take that and hold onto it like a breath of fresh air after drowning for so long. Because that is better than nothing.

Reaching up and running his thumb along Blaine's plump, bottom lip, Kurt leans over and captures his mouth in a deep sensual and passionate kiss.

Pulling him on top of him, he doesn't have to say anything to have Blaine reaching for a condom.

Tipping his head back and moaning when Blaine pushes into him, he forgets he's in love with his best friend who he fears might not feel the same about him, and instead chooses to focus on the here and now of what they're doing.

~

He watches him sleep. Long, lean, beautiful body not covered; everything on display for him to marvel over. His skin pale and soft to the touch illuminated by the blue, grayish glow of the moon. He skims his fingers up his back, stopping at Kurt's tattoo and tracing it with his forefinger. He travels his fingers up Kurt's arm and stops, grabbing his hurt hand and lifting it, he gently presses his lips to the abused skin, wishing it was him who got to punch that asshole.

Watching Kurt slightly stir before going back to sleep, a small smile on his lips, Blaine thinks about how he got here. Here not being naked in bed with Kurt. But here being in love with him.

He's known he was in love with him since he was fifteen and watched Kurt on the tire-swing looking carefree and happy with his head thrown back as he laughed at some joke he had told him. That image is burned into his memory, and anytime he thinks about it, he feels his heart beat faster; just like now. For six years, he's known he has been in love with his best friend.

He wishes he could tell him. Wishes he could say the words he's felt for a very long time.

But he can't.

He won't.

Not when it seems this whole thing for Kurt is about sex and nothing more. Yeah, there are times when he thinks he sees something in Kurt's eyes that might be love, but he chokes it up to wishful hoping. So, he'll hold back from saying he loves him; from making a complete fool of himself to a person who might just want nothing more than what they're doing right now.