Two Weeks Earlier

Blaine opened his eyes blearily. He was vaguely aware that he was being hit with something, but he couldn't quite register what it was. It was too early anyway. He pulled the duvet over his face. Whatever was hitting him was very persistent. Ouch. Very persistent. He pulled the duvet back and was met with Kurt slapping him with a very heavy algebra book. Ah, now he remembered.

"Good morning sunshine!" Blaine smiled.

"Good morning? Good morning. Are you aware what time it is? You're in my bed. Stop stealing my window keys. GET OUT."

"That's a lot to process this early."

Kurt sighed forcefully and continued to hit him with the book.

"Alright, alright! I'll get out. Or..."

Kurt hit him again.

"No! Hear me out. Or, you could get in too."

At this point, a worried Burt ran up the stairs and shouted, "are you alright son?" through the door. Kurt had pushed Blaine out of the bed, and he was now lying in a messy pile on the floor. "Yeah dad, I just dropped something dense."

"Oh, ha ha." Blaine groaned.

"What were you doing in my bed anyway?"

"You weren't here."

Blaine arrived at Kurt's window at the usual time only to find Kurt wasn't at his desk struggling through a mound of homework as was the norm. He spent a couple of minutes debating whether he should just go home or whether he should wait. And eventually arrived at the decision that what he would actually do would be to get into Kurt's bed and surprise him when he returned. He used the window key he'd stolen yesterday, quietly pushed open the window and slithered into Kurt's bedroom.

"You were longer than expected, I just fell asleep."

"You're an idiot."

"Where were you?"

"At Rachel's."

"Who's Rachel?"

An hour later Kurt and Blaine were back in Kurt's bed, watching The Little Mermaid and discussing what they would do if they possessed super powers.