The dormatory was packed and noisey and there was loud music blaring from the someones mini speakers.

"Hey Kurt!" Thad called from the floor. "Come to join the party?"

"Afraid not. Hasnt anyone told you off yet, the music is pretty loud?"

"We were told to switch off at before 9 but they dont know we've got this" He waved a bottle of alcohol in the air. "Come on man!"

Kurt shook his head. "Um, no thanks."

"Kurt, Kurt, hey Kurt!"

"Blaine?" Kurt had turned to leave but he was stopped by an hand gripping his arm. Blaine stood infront of him, Dalton tie rambo-esque round his head, shirt half undone showing his chest covered in scribblings of black marker and something red that looked very sticky. Kurt stood immediatley. "Oh my, what happened?"

"Pff, nothing happened silly!" He staggered forward towards Kurt who stood to help to steady his friend.

"Blaine are you... are you drunk?"

Blaine grinned. "No way!"

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Blaine?"

"Okay, maybe a little. We're having a party to celebrate chrisssstmas holidays n' all that."

"Blaine Anderson, I am so ashamed of you right now! If you got caught you'd be expelled!" he hissed, pushing him towards the bathroom door.

Tears welled up in Blaines hazel eyes, and he stopped, bringing Kurts hand to his lips. "Dont be angry at me baby. I'm sorry." he mumbled onto his palm.

Baby.

Kurt sighed. "I'm not mad, I just dont want you getting expelled okay, go to the bathroom, i'll be there in a moment."

The way to Blaines bed was blocked by people sat playing some sort of drinking game so he grabbed two pairs of sweatpants, two tshirts and his washbag from his trunk. When he entered the bathroom Blaine was grappling with his shirt, trying to pull it off.

"Here." Kurt guided the shirt off his body, lifting it over his head and then proceded to undo the button on his pants, pushing them off. "What would you do without me eh? Now hop in." He indicated to the tub which he started to fill with warm water.

"Kurt, please can I take my boxers off?" Blaine whined, sitting down.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "No because then you'd be naked and I think you'd regret it in the morning." He pulled out a shampoo bottle out of the large grey washbag he had next to him and began to apply some to Blaines hair. "Whats this red stuff you've got all over you? Ugh, it's in your hair too!"

"Alcamahol." Blaine stated proudly, grinning up at Kurt from the bath.

"Lovley," He leant over Blaine guiding his head back and pouring the water over him using a jug. "Mmmm." Blaine felt the Kurts hands running through his hair, spreading the warm water and massaging his hair gently. A blush crept onto his pale cheeks as he began to scrub his body, seeing 'Blaine loves Kurt' inside a large heart splattered across his back in marker.

"I'm done, out you get." Kurt took Blaines hands and helped him step out.

"Kurt?"

He stopped rubbig the towel over Blaines dark hair."Mm?"

Blaine stepped foward and rested his head on Kurts shoulder, circling his arms round his waist. "I'm confused."

"What about?"

"You."

Another roll of the eyes. "What about me?"

"You're my best friend Kurt but you're so much more than that. Its like so different now and i've been wanting to tell you for ages that I... that-"

He was interupted by a loud knock on the door. "Kurt, Blaine? Are you in there?"

"Yeah Nick, i'm just helping Blaine, i'll be out in a sec!"

"Okay, cool."

Kurt stepped back holding out the sweat pants and tshirt. "You need to take off your boxers before you put these on or they'll get wet. Can you handle that while I change myself?"

"Look." Blaine pointed at his bed, as Kurt steered him out of the bathroom, walking behind him, hands on his hips. Kurt peered round to see Nick sprawled asleep, or passed out. "Kurt can I sleep with you?"

Once again his porcelin cheeks were stained with red. "S-sure," he spluttered.

Once the curtains were closed and they got into bed Blaine automatically snuggled into Kurts side and rested his head on his chest. "I like your clothes, they smell of you."

Kurt laughed. "Well, duh."

"No I mean, I like them because then I can smell you on me now and its comforting."

"Sounds like you go around smelling me. Maybe you should speak to someone about that."

Blaine gigged, "Kurt, you're so perfect."

"Oh dear lord, you're drunker than I thought."

"No, i'm being serious." he lifted his head from Kurts chest to turn and look at him. "You're everything to me Kurt."

"Come here you." Kurt pulled him back so his head was on his chest again and buried his face into wet curls. "Lets get some sleep eh?"

"There you are." Blaine was sat in on his bed in the empty dormitory, knees tucked up round his chin, fiddling with one of the threads on his jumper. Kurt frowned at him from the doorway. "You're going to make a hole in that if you keep picking at it and I know that'll fustrate you because you like to keep your clothes neat."

"Yeah well."

"Whats up?"

He looked up. His eyes were puffy and he looked tired. He moved to the bed, leaning against the frame. "Doesnt matter."

"Course it does, i'm worried about you." Kurt could feel the tears welling in his eyes. "I've barley seen you since the dorm party."

"Sit with me for a sec?" Blaine asked, moving over so Kurt had room to sit with him.

"Blaine, you look awful. I mean, what is with the stubble?"

"Listen to me okay?" Blaine had clearly been crying and he was disgusting. His nose was snotty and his cheeks were sticky with tears. Beautifully disgusting to Kurt. On second thoughts, not even disgusting. Just beautiful. "Sometimes stuff just throws you off completley and you end up a mess because you're stuck between doing the right thing even if it kills you inside and having everything you've ever wanted but at a price."

"Hold me." It escaped Kurts lips, barley even a whisper and Blaine couldnt resist wrapping his arms around Kurts neck and pulling him in close.

"How can I say no to that? I know i'm being really funny right now and it's really strange but rememeber when you were messed up? Well, I feel messed up in a different way. Feelings can do some funny things to you." He could feel Kurt squeezing him tightly, holding him as if it was the end of the world.

"Feelings?"

Blaine didnt answer, simply pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Soon yeah? I promise."