Kurt woke up and instantly knew that something was wrong. The light from the window beside his bed was too strong and the bed beside him was cold.

He took a quick glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table. "Shit!" he hissed and jumped out of bed, grabbing clothes from the closet and trying to get dressed while going through his lotion routine in less exactness than usual.

By no less than a miracle he was already outside the door in less than fifteen minutes, but looking at his watch he knew that no matter how fast he can run to campus – he's already half an hour late to class.

He cursed under his breath again while he walked down the street in a hurry, trying to remember which class he had and realized it was the one with Doctor Norbert; which, unlike most of his professors this semester, did not find him irresistibly charming and sweet.

He hurried his steps even more and winced at the image in his mind of the disapproving (and maybe a bit mean) look he will get from the professor when he'll step into the small class room.

Much to his surprise, he stepped into an empty classroom and on the front side of the class he spotted a few spots of dim light twinkling. He walked slowly towards them, scrunching his face in confusion, finding small colorful candles scattered on the floor with a folded letter beside them. He grabbed the letter and opened it, finding only two words were written on it.

"Me Gattino," He read out loud when a hand hugged his waist and pushed Kurt flush against him.

"Good morning." Blaine rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder and whispered into his ear.

Kurt turned in Blaine's hold and looked at him in confusion. Blaine closed the distance and started kissing his jaw. "Blaine, did I forget something?” Kurt asks, trying not to moan the words .

"Hmmm?" Blaine hummed in question softly into his ear where he started nibbling softly.

Kurt raised his hands and tried to pry himself from Blaine’s hold since he could not think in full sentences while Blaine was doing that. He managed to put some distance between them when he start babbling too fast. "Is it my birthday? Our anniversary? Family day? I don’t know." Kurt shook his head. "How did you… What's this?"

Blaine laughed quietly while trying to keep up with Kurt's mumbling, secretly loving that he managed to make him this way. When he was sure Kurt was finished he simply shrugged and closed the distance between their lips to an inch so Kurt could feel the words more than hear them. "I missed you.”

Blaine kissed him for a moment, Kurt breaking it with a full smile. "Weren't you the one sleeping beside me last night?"

Blaine broke into a similar smile himself, opening his mouth to answer but Kurt continued instead with a teasing expression. "Oh, I forgot! You're my weekend lover..Yesterday it was…" But before he could finish the sentence Blaine poked him playfully in his ribs and kissed him, mumbling into his mouth, "As if I would ever agree to share you. "

Kurt wrapped his arms around his neck and pushed  closer. "I'm the first one to testify about your persuasion skills," Kurt said teasingly. "But I still don’t get how you managed to get rid of thirty students and a professor."

"Oh." Blaine looked at him smugly, clearly proud of himself.

"Blaine?" Kurt knew he doesn’t need much convincing to talk, but he couldn’t help himself His voice sounded a bit worried now.

Blaine started talking quickly with a huge smile to his face "You left your mail open yesterday when you went to the shower and I noticed you got new mail from the university. I know you're still waiting for that final grade from last semester so I opened it." He stopped to take a breath and continued. "The message said your class was canceled. You didn’t get that message because I deleted it."  He sounded even more satisfied  then when he started.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at him with a judgmental look to his face, and only when Blaine's features turned a little bit worried he kissed him chastely on his lips. "Mister Anderson. I'll keep an eye on you from now on," he said in fake formality, squinting his eyes at him and then kissed him deeply, nibbling slightly on his lower lip.

Blaine turned and pushed them backward, pulling them against the large table. Kurt pulled away in a haste "And the alarm clock?"

Blaine answered rashly, "Closed it while you were asleep." Kurt could feel he was still smiling against him when he pulled Blaine by his shirt for another kiss.

Kurt pushed Blaine onto the table, starting to release the hem of Kurt's shirt from his skinny jeans when he heard a stomach rumbling.  Kurt smiled at him sheepishly as Blaine closed his eyes and said "Right! I totally forgot."

He moved away from the table to one of the tables in the middle of the still mostly dark classroom. Blaine pulled out of his pocket a book of matches and lit some more candles that were scattered on the table.

As Kurt got closer he wondered how he didn’t notice the smell of breads and coffee that now filled the air, on the table Blaine set a full breakfast for him. "Thank god!" Kurt said through his breath and set quickly next to the table to start picking on the food that was on his plate, Blaine sitting in front of him and hid with his cup of coffee the amused smile he had while watching Kurt.

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Kurt woke up the next morning after an uneasy sleep, but he was surprised to feel more excited than terrified about the beginning  of a new day.

He sat on his bed and looked around him, trying to characterize the person he became by the chosen fabric of the curtains and the pattern of their bedding. He stood up and got a closer look at a set of framed photos on the wall. Most of them were of family and friends, but a couple of them were of Kurt and Blaine.

The first thing that came to his mind when he looked at them was 'comfortable'. Kurt looked so easy in the pictures, like he never felt in his entire life.

He was startled by the rush of jealousy he felt, knowing  that the Kurt he didn’t learn to  know yet had family and friends that knew him and accepted him for who he was.

He poked around the room for twenty more minutes before he had the courage to go fetch something to eat from the kitchen. He slowly opened the bedroom door and headed to the kitchen, trying not to make too much noise on his way there since he spotted Blaine still sleeping on the couch.

The fridge was filled with supplies, which he knew Carole must be responsible for, so he decided to make breakfast for the two of them.

Blaine woke up to a loud bang sound and whispered curses followed by it. He sat up instantly and looked over to the kitchen where all the cupboard doors and drawers were open and Kurt was limping to a nearby chair.

"Are you okay?" he asked promptly while rushing to him and crouching by his side to look at the leg that Kurt kept rubbing while he winced painfully.

"Yeah," Kurt said and rubbed the back of his head shyly. "I wanted to make breakfast and I realized too late that I don’t know where everything is." He looked up to Blaine with a concerned look. "Sorry for the mess. I'll clean everything in a minute."

Blaine shook his head and smiled at him. "Just sit here, I'll finish up." He organized and finished the breakfast preparations while he felt the gaze of Kurt over him.

"It's a good thing I insisted that you'll give me some cooking lessons back when we first moved here, or else I’d be serving you cereal bowls right now" Blaine said happily when he brought to the table two plates of onion omelets and glasses of apple juice.

"My favorite breakfast." Kurt smiled to himself, knowing he should not be surprised that Blaine knows it about him, but still is.

Blaine watched him tentatively, trying not to show too much excitement from the response he got from him. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah," he answered and stretched his hands over his head. "It was just perfect.  I mean, comparing to the hospital bed that is. "

"I certainly hope so. I’ve never met someone that was pickier over his Egyptian cotton beddings."

Kurt nodded slowly. "I knew it," he said thoughtfully. "I'm guessing…Yes. Must be more than 500 thread count," he continued mostly to himself.

Blaine's smile grew wider by the second and was fully grinning when Kurt turned his full attention back to him. Blaine looked at him with full forced intensity that he didn’t know how to react to. He could not understand the feelings that he saw washing over Blaine's face every so often.

"What?" Kurt asked when Blaine just stopped responding, seeming to be caught up in his own thoughts.

"You're so passionate about things sometimes. I just love it about you."

Kurt chocked drily and smiled back uncomfortably, looking down to his plate.

Blaine changed the subject quickly "James and David will come to visit today. I think I mentioned them yesterday; they are good friends of ours, even though every few weeks you make them come watch with us a movie of your choice," Blaine teases.

"Well that’s how good friends are really measured. "Kurt smiled back at him.

Blaine finished cleaning the dishes when Kurt was getting ready for a much needed shower.  He walked into their bedroom to find Kurt searching for something in the bottom drawers, wearing only his underwear.

"Blaine, where are the towels?" Kurt asked loudly, clearly not noticing that Blaine wasn’t in the kitchen any more.

Only then Blaine noticed that he was staring at him and he shook his head trying to regain his strain of thought. "They're in the cabinet inside the bathroom."

Kurt startled and turned around on the spot, trying to cover his body with his hands.  "I was just on my way to the shower," he added shyly and set on the bad, covering his body with a blanket.

That threw Blaine back to full attention. "Sorry. I'll wait for you outside." He pointed at the door behind him and hurried outside, crashing heavily on the couch in front of the TV.

Kurt had the most awful shower. The water was freezing and the shampoo bottle was empty but he decided to avoid another aimless search around the house.

Luckily he knew where to find underwear from his previous search for the towel, and where to find his share of clothes in the closet. Every part in the apartment felt familiar and yet completely foreign to him. Like putting your belongings inside a hotel room, the permanent things around him don't feel like his.

Kurt finished dressing and walked out of the room to join Blaine. They were looking at random TV shows quietly until David and James came in the afternoon. They tried to convince Kurt to choose a movie to watch, but since he didn’t recognize any of the titles he decided to let them choose one.

"How about this one?"  David pointed to one of the DVD boxes . "Kurt never let us watch that."

"Because, " Blaine picked it up and read the summery on the back, "It's a horror movie." And at that he put it to place.

"I don’t mind," Kurt said, bored. His eyes widen when the three of them turn instantly back to him.

"Okay then!" David took the box back to his hands "'Spooky Mansion' it is!" He put the CD in and headed to shut off the lights and sat next to James on the other couch.

Blaine went to sit by Kurt, keeping almost a whole seat distance between then. "Are you sure about this?" Blaine whispered to Kurt who was already focused, watching the beginning of the movie.

"Yeah," Kurt shrugged at him and waved him off.

Thirty minutes later Kurt sat close to Blaine, hugging his legs to his chest and pressing his face to Blaine's chest whenever the background music suggested another one of the characters was about to be slaughtered.

When Kurt tried to look at the movie in the middle of one of the killings he shivered wildly and pressed his head even harder against Blaine.

Blaine wrapped his hands around Kurt and pulled him closer.

"Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea" Kurt whispered to Blaine's shirt, for only Blaine to hear.

"I think it was a great idea," Blaine said in a low voice that made Kurt's stomach flutter and his cheeks flush.

After the movie they decided to go to a restaurant downtown. They spent the rest of the night talking about college and experiences of living in New York so Kurt was surprised to realize he was really having a good time and even feeling that he belonged.

On the way back home he was quiet and Kurt mostly tried to observe everything around him.

For years he imagined how his life would be like when he'd finally leave Lima and move to New York, but now he couldn’t bring himself to think about this place as home.

When they got home he excused himself to the nightly lotion routine that took twice as much as usual since he could not find all the right products .

Frustrated from a very long day, he went back to his bed and sat on the edge of it.

Blaine knocked weakly on the open door. "I'm heading to bed. Do you need anything?"

Kurt exhaled heavily and shook his head, starring at his feet.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked worriedly, stepping to the bed and sitting next to Kurt.

"It’s not my home," Kurt said quietly.

Blaine reached to take his hand in his own and said slowly "It is. It's ours."

"Nothing here is mine. I hate feeling like a guest at my own house," Kurt continued.

"It will take some time to get used to. But it will be fine. "Blaine squeezed his hand trying to get him to look at him.  When he didn’t, Blaine lifted his hand to his chin and slowly lifted his face inches from his. He could feel that Kurt was holding his breath.

"Everything will be fine. soon." Blaine repeated.

Kurt smiled a little sadly at him and slowly ripped his face from Blaine's touch, turning to get inside the bed.

Blaine got up from bed and headed heavily back to the living room couch.