"—The Dalton Academy Warblers!" Suddenly there was this buzzing noise, and it was all Kurt could hear. As soon as the words had left the man's lips, everything seemed to be stuck in slow motion. Kurt whipped his head around, seeing all of his fellow Warblers tackling each other in excited hugs. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see someone bringing over their trophy. Their trophy. He couldn't help but grin as he looked over to his right, Elijah and Blaine holding the trophy proudly over their heads.

Kurt was snapped out of his daze when something slammed into his chest. He stumbled a little but managed to keep himself standing. Whoever had just thrown themselves at him had wrapped their arms around his neck, the hug tightening. He blinked a few times then realized who was in his arms. Brittany.

He should have known it was Brittany. None of the Warblers would throw themselves at him, and the rest of the New Directions were currently giving him sad looks or glares so that ruled them out. He returned the hug, wrapping his arms around her tiny body, pulling away quickly when she broke the hug. "You won, Dolphin!" she congratulated, bouncing on her heels excitedly.

Having no idea how to respond to that, he nodded his head and smiled. They were quiet for a bit before the girl spoke up again. Her voice was quieter now and there was something in her eyes — hurt? It looked as if she was searching for something.

"Why'd you leave us Kurtie?"

Kurt was taken aback by her question. He opened his mouth but clamped it shut. He had no idea how to answer that, and he couldn't tell if it was her asking or if the New Directions had put her up to it. "I—" he started, but had no time to finish as he was being dragged away by Elijah, much to his delight. He turned and shrugged at Brittany before disappearing.

The trophy was placed in a case as soon as the boys had gotten back to Dalton, and was admired every single time somebody had passed it. One day, Blaine had hung back after Warblers practice, claiming he would catch up with everyone in a few. He walked back into the room and over to where the trophy was encased. He stared at it, thinking back to that day. He knew that it was because of his and Kurt's performance that they had won. Kurt. Just thinking about the boy brought a grin to his face. He let himself fall back onto a chair and closed his eyes.

His mind was now filled with Kurt. Kurt's face, his smile, his hair. His laugh. Oh, how Blaine loved Kurt's laugh. His eyes opened and he jumped out of the chair. He just used the word love. He could love a friend's laugh, right? That wasn't weird. He shook the thought out of his head and raced up to his room to change into his pajamas. Almost everyone was going home the next day for the weekend so the boys decided to have their movie night tonight.

Dressed in an old pair of basketball shorts and a plain v-neck, Blaine bounced downstairs. The Warblers were scattered all over the large room — most lounging around on the couches and chairs, but some getting snacks from the kitchen. Blaine headed over to the couch and plopped down next to Kurt. The boy was curled into a ball in the corner of the couch, not taking up much room. Blaine smiled and watched him for a few minutes. He looked so adorable in his silk pajamas and Blaine wanted nothing more than to pull Kurt into him and hold him.

He'd been sitting on the other side of the couch but was pushed over by Elijah, causing him to almost fall into Kurt. He sent him a look, but the boy only shrugged, settling down into the cushions. He set the popcorn bowl down on the middle seat, trying to take up as much room as possible so that Blaine and Kurt were forced to sit right next to each other, shoulder to shoulder.

Once everyone grabbed their snacks and gathered around the tv, the movie started to play. Blaine had no idea what they were watching, but he was focused on other things at the moment. Like Kurt. He watched the rise and fall of his chest, every flinch when something bad happened in the movie. Eventually, Blaine had kicked Elijah off of the couch, the popcorn next to go, which fell onto the boy's head. Blaine attempted to scoot over but as soon as he did, he had an armful of Kurt. His breathing increased rapidly and he was trying to calm himself down.

Sure, they'd cuddled before, but there was something different about this time. Kurt was pushed right into Blaine's side, his arms wrapping around Blaine's neck. He gasped and buried his head in Blaine's shoulder and he was certain he was going to pass out. While he liked the closeness, he wasn't sure if Kurt being this close was a good thing. He just prayed that he wouldn't get an erection.

The movie was almost over and Blaine could feel Kurt's breathing soften. He even made kitten-like snores and Blaine was overwhelmed by the cute. He'd stretched out slightly so he was more comfortable, trying his not to shake Kurt too much. He knew that if the boy woke up, he'd move away and Blaine really didn't want to lose that contact. Luckily he seemed to be fast asleep, and by the time the movie actually was over, Blaine was too.

Blaine woke first, his back killing him. Lying on the couch was so uncomfortable, but lying there with Kurt made up for it. He looked down at the sleeping boy and he couldn't help but smile. He looked so peaceful and Blaine wouldn't mind spending forever just laying here with him. His own arms were wrapped loosely around Kurt's back, while Kurt's hands were resting on Blaine's chest, one hand gripping Blaine's shirt.

He had the urge to lean in and kiss his forehead but he held himself back. Even if it was just a tiny kiss on the forehead, it would still feel wrong to Blaine, like he was taking advantage of the unconscious boy. Not to mention it was creepy as well. While Blaine wouldn't exactly mind, he was sure Kurt wouldn't appreciate waking up to his best friend kissing him. He groaned, resting his head back on the arm of the couch.

After a while, Blaine was starting to get bored. He'd attempted to grab the remote but he couldn't stretch his arm out far enough to retrieve it. He started to hum to himself, eyes trailing up to the clock on the wall. He almost sent the both of them flying off the couch when he noticed the time — classes started in half an hour and he was starting to freak out, shaking Kurt vigorously and whispering in his ear to get up.

"Kurt, Kurt!" this time he was louder and shook his body one more time. Finally the boy stirred, pulling the top half of his body off of Blaine. He looked around the room groggily, running his hand through his hair that was now sticking up all over the place. And even with him looking like this, Blaine thought he was still beautiful. Kurt let himself fall back down onto Blaine's chest again, smiling lazily up at him before it hit him.

"Oh, god, Blaine! I'm so sorry — I didn't mean to fall asleep on you!" he said in a rush, a horrified expression taking over his face.

Blaine couldn't help but laugh at Kurt's panicking. He immediately shut up once he saw the glare Kurt was giving him. He sighed and sat up, gently resting his hand on Kurt's arm to calm him. "Hey, no. It's okay. I don't mind," he said quietly. "Really." Of course I don't mind. I would spend forever like that if you'd let me.

He opened his mouth again hesitantly, knowing Kurt wasn't going to like what he had to say next. "But uh—" he rubbed the back of his neck, eyes slowly moving their way back up to look at Kurt, "we sorta have less than half an hour to get ready for class."

He closed his eyes and braced himself for the smack that was about to come, and oh, it came. He winced when he felt Kurt's hand collide with the back of his head. Kurt may be tiny, but that didn't mean he wasn't strong. At first Kurt started to yell at him, but then he was mumbling something to himself.

Blaine pushed himself off the couch and nodded his head towards the staircase. Kurt stopped muttering and followed him up the stairs silently. Once the key was slid into the door and was unlocked, Kurt pushed himself into the room and had locked himself in the bathroom before Blaine even stepped inside.

Deciding to just get dressed in their room since Kurt was taking forever in the bathroom, he also debated on going to class and letting Kurt catch up or staying behind and waiting. In the end, he decided to just wait since they were already late enough. Finally Kurt emerged from the bathroom, looking almost exactly the same as before — just cleaned up. What the hell did he even do in there that takes so long? Whatever. He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, following Kurt out of the room.

The day was slow and boring, as usual. The boys should have gotten detention for how late to class they were, but since it was Friday the teacher let it slide. They were given hardly any homework, and what work they did receive was finished before class was even over. They made their way back up to their dorm once the day ended. There was no Warblers practice and everyone was packing to go home or already on their way to.

Blaine sat cross-legged on his bed and watched as Kurt packed up his things. He stopped midway through folding a shirt and turned around so that he was facing Blaine. "How about you come stay the weekend with me?"

"Really? What about your dad?"

Kurt snorted. He found it hilarious that Blaine was afraid of his dad. Burt was really just a big teddy bear, even if he didn't look it. "Blaine, he'll be fine with it," he assured before tossing Blaine's dufflebag at him. The boy nodded and stood, joining Kurt in packing. Well, Kurt was folding and neatly stacking his clothes in his bag, Blaine was just grabbing whatever and tossing it in. Of course he didn't get away with it — once Kurt noticed what he was doing, he was pushed aside and Kurt worked on repacking his bag.

Blaine plopped back down onto his bed, watching as Kurt went back to packing his own things. By the time he was done, his side was almost completely cleared. He claimed he had to change out his wardrobe, and Blaine only shook his head in response, knowing if he said what he wanted to he would get hell for it.

Both boys decided to change out of their uniforms before leaving, and as Blaine slipped out of the bathroom there was a knock at their door. He stood back as Kurt answered it, pulling the door open to reveal Elijah, bag slung over his shoulder. "Let's get the hell outta here!"

Once they pulled into the driveway and Kurt cut the engine, everyone hopped out of the car, bags in tow. They made their way up the steps and into the house, setting their things on the floor once they were all inside. There were footsteps coming from the direction of the kitchen and a few seconds later, Burt appeared, still dressed in his coveralls. "I've gotta go back to work for a bit so—oh, Blaine! Hey, kid. Didn't know you were coming over. Anyway, I've gotta head back out to the shop so go ahead and order yourselves some pizza."

Kurt followed him out to move his Navigator so Burt could get out, leaving Blaine and Elijah in the middle of the hallway. Blaine, of course, watched as Kurt walked outside, Elijah smirking at him. Blaine rolled his eyes at his friend and pushed by him to get to the kitchen. Elijah followed behind, still giving him that look, and Blaine couldn't be more thankful for Kurt's return a few minutes later.

While Elijah stayed downstairs and ordered the pizza, Blaine and Kurt dragged their things up to Kurt's room. Blaine tossed his bag on a chair while Kurt placed his on his bed and started to pull out and hang up his clothes. As he did this, Blaine was raiding his movie shelf, picking out a few and stacking them on Kurt's dresser. He knew Elijah probably wouldn't want to watch any of the films he'd picked out, and that was exactly why he'd picked them — he wanted to spend time with Kurt, alone.

Thirty minutes later, the boys were lying on Kurt's bed watching some terrible reality show as they waited for the pizza to arrive. Just as the thought entered their minds, Elijah burst into the room carrying two boxes of pizza. He set them down on the edge of the bed and checked out the movies, making a face at the choices. Blaine couldn't help but smirk to himself. He felt kind of bad because he hadn't spent a lot of time with Elijah, but Kurt was really the only thing that was on his mind.

"Your taste in movies disgusts me," he commented at his brother, rolling his eyes. He picked up his own pizza box and headed out the door. He stepped back in a few seconds later, a serious look on his face. "Try not to be be too loud when you two decide to do... things," he said, sending a wink to Blaine just as Kurt tossed a pillow at him.

Blaine did his best to hide a blush but Kurt paid no mind. He hopped off the bed and held out the movies, asking which he wanted to watch first. They decided on Rent, and then would finish it off with Moulin Rouge. Kurt slid the movie into the player as Blaine grabbed the pizza box, already stuffing a piece in his mouth.

Kurt turned and shook his head, but couldn't fight off a smile. "You're such an idiot," he giggled as he climbed back onto the bed.

Blaine shrugged and finished chewing his pizza, "yeah, but you love me anyway."

"Mm," Kurt hummed then turned his attention to the movie. Blaine gave him a look. What was that? He tried not to focus on it too much, although it really did confuse him.

The pizza was nearly gone and discarded on the the floor, to which Kurt had a fit about at first. They were now on their second movie and it didn't really interest Blaine, but Kurt seemed into it so he would suck it up. About halfway through, the boys both turned towards each other. Kurt smiled and that was it. Blaine couldn't do this anymore. He leaned in slowly, resting his hand gently on Kurt's cheek. He scooted a bit closer to the boy and finally pushed their lips together. And it felt so good. And Kurt was kissing him back! The kiss deepened and Blaine pushed Kurt down onto the mattress, his hand moving from his cheek down to his chest.

All of a sudden he felt shaking. Were they shaking the bed? What was going on? He opened his eyes and tilted his head up and — oh. Oh, god. Kurt was staring at him with his eyebrows raised up to his hairline, and Blaine could tell he was trying not to laugh. But why was he acting like this?

"Blaine," he said through stifled laughter, "is there any particular reason you're making out with my pillow?"

Blaine's face turned so red he could have been passed off as a tomato. Fuck. He grabbed the same pillow and used it to cover his face. He obviously had fallen asleep and this was definitely high up on his most embarrassing moments list. He couldn't believe he'd done that.

"So I'm guessing you were having a good dream?" And Blaine didn't even have to see his face to know that Kurt was smirking. Blaine groaned, "shut up." Even though the sound was muffled, Kurt still seemed to hear him. The pillow was removed from Blaine's face and tossed to the side. Kurt scooted closer towards him, propping himself up on his knees. He raised his hand and started soothingly combing through Blaine's curls. He had to stop himself from leaning into the touch because it felt so good.

"How about we go to bed?" he suggested, removing his hand from his hair. Blaine couldn't deny that he was disappointed when Kurt pulled his hand away, but he also couldn't deny that he was tired. He rolled off of the bed and held his arms out for the blanket Kurt was about to toss at him. As much as he wanted to sleep on the bed with Kurt, he knew that if Burt walked in he would have a fit. No matter how many times they told him there was nothing going on, Burt wasn't convinced.

He quickly made himself comfortable on Kurt's couch and once he was settled, the lights went out. "'Night, Kurt," Blaine mumbled sleepily.

"Goodnight, Blaine."

The weekend was pretty great, if Blaine said so himself. Kurt had dragged him shopping Saturday afternoon, then he lounged around for most of the day playing video games with Elijah while Kurt baked cookies. He tried to convince him to come play with them, but Kurt was having none of it. He should have known — Kurt never played video games, unless it was one of those cooking games that shouldn't even be classified as a video game.

Sunday came around and all of the boys were grumpy. None of them wanted to go back to school and the same boring routine — classes, Warblers, dinner, homework, bed. It had gotten old and they just couldn't wait until break came. None of them had plans yet, but they would most likely plan something all together.

After dinner, they all packed up their stuff and piled into Kurt's Navigator to head back to Dalton. Although they spent most of the trip having sing-a-longs and laughing about who knows what, they were still disgruntled that the next day was Monday.

They finally made it to the school after almost two hours, and they all trudged upstairs to their dorms. Both Kurt and Blaine let out sighs and flopped back onto their beds at the same time. Kurt forced himself to get up and put away his clothes, despite really not wanting to and just wanting to go right to bed. He changed into comfier clothes first, feeling a little better than before, and got to work.

"Ugh," he groaned, finally finishing up. "I really do not want to go to class tomorrow. Save me," he dropped down next to Blaine and rested his head on his shoulder, his eyes falling closed. He could almost fall asleep just like that.

"What do I look like to you, Superman?"

Kurt lazily reached over to grab Blaine's glasses from his night table, and stuck them on his face. He looked up a little, keeping his head resting on his shoulder. "Mm, Clark Kent. You could pull it off."

"Oh yeah?" Outside, Blaine was keeping his cool, but inside he was freaking the fuck out. Completely.

"Mhm, he's hot."

"I didn't know you even knew who he is."

"He's hot."

Blaine shut his mouth after that, lost in thought. Kurt had just compared him to Superman, said he could pull it off, then said he was hot. Did that mean he thought Blaine was hot as well? He was probably reading too much into it — actually, he knew he was, but he didn't really care. Kurt had basically just called him hot.

"Hey, hey," he said softly, shaking the boy who was falling asleep on his shoulder. As much as he didn't want to move him, they couldn't sleep like that. "Off to bed, sleeping beauty," Blaine smiled, easily picking up Kurt and tucking him into his own bed.

Blaine woke up the next morning to a scream. A really loud scream that sounded oddly like Kurt. The boy jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom where he found Kurt standing there glaring at his hairdryer, his hair dripping wet. "Kurt? What happened? Why are you standing in the dark screaming at a hairdryer?"

"I was about to dry my hair when the power went out," he explained, setting the object down on the counter. "What am I supposed to do about my hair now?"

Blaine laughed, "the power is out and you're worrying about your hair."

"It isn't funny, Blaine." Smack. "It's going to look terrible if it air dries!"

Blaine frowned and rubbed his arm, making his way out of the bathroom. "Calm down, Kurt. I'll go see what's up."

He slid on a pair of socks then stepped out into the hallway. He looked around and noticed Wes coming out of his dorm. "Your power out too?" Blaine nodded.

"I'm gonna go see if I can find someone to tell me what's going on, I'll text you."

After Wes disappeared, Blaine walked back into the room, now finding Kurt sitting on his bed with his arms crossed and looking unhappy. He let Kurt know what he knew then grabbed his phone. About 10 minutes later, the device buzzed in his hand, indicating a new text. He checked the message and bit his lip, looking over at Kurt.

"Power's out for everyone, the entire school. Classes are canceled."

"I don't care about classes, Blaine, my hair!" the boy shrieked.

"You look fine," Blaine assured. He watched as Kurt fiddled with his hair, a pout visible on his face. He couldn't stop staring, and at this point he wouldn't even care if he was caught staring. He was just so adorable when he was frustrated, and there was absolutely no way he could resist this boy anymore. He felt like he was going to explode.

He grabbed Kurt's hands in his own, resting them on his lap. He tilted his head and moved forward. His heart started racing — he was actually going to do this. Before he knew it, their lips met and wow. Kurt's lips were so soft, better than he'd imagined they would be. And sparks. There were fucking sparks. And Blaine was sure it wasn't a dream this time.