Blaine felt kind of guilty about his behaviour following that day, whatever day of the week it was, when he had sung the song which seemed to have changed everything. The two boys had become far more comfortable around each other since that day and Blaine felt a kind of bond between them which he prayed every night he had not made up in his head. But Kurt was childish and naive in comparison and he was still in the first stages of dealing with what had happened to him at his old school. When Blaine held him too tight he would wince, his bruises weren't all yellow yet. Some of them were staying blue as if they were trying to match his uniform. Blue was the opposite to yellow, Blaine knew; sometimes it took time for things to fade and hiding them didn't always help. Blaine was a patient person, but sometimes he felt like drunken teenager in the sense that, since he met Kurt, he had been constantly craving physical interaction.

At exactly 1:25am, after the last room checks, Blaine would sneak out of his room and sneak down the chilly hallway to where Kurt was sleeping. Then he would creep into bed with him and cuddle up to him and he would just feel warm all the way through. Suddenly the world (and his school) didn't seem so big anymore and everything was just easy enough to handle. They never talked about it properly, but they had become used to waking up next to each other and Blaine's roommate didn't want to know, so he didn't ask. They would just get up when the alarm went off and sort of nod at each other and then Blaine would go and get changed back in his room feeling more inclined to face the day than he had been before they met. This became a routine over the next few weeks, and Blaine started to feel like he would go crazy without it. That scared him to death.

Maybe it had been the fact that he wasn't used to affection like this, or maybe he was just stupid, but watching Kurt sleep like that with his mouth open and his breathing slow and for once looking peaceful and not worrying about anything, well, it just drove Blaine insane. And maybe there was that one time when things got a little further than he wanted. Blaine tried to a gentleman, he tried to be chivalrous. Hell, he just tried to be perfect all the damn time, but Blaine had reached what many would call breaking point. He didn't know anyone could have so many conflicting emotions at once. For some reason, Blaine chose to act on it in a way that he was sure most would deem completely unhealthy and inappropriate.

He reached over to Kurt, who was only half asleep, and ran his hands through his silky hair. Kurt looked him straight in the eye sleepily and Blaine's breath caught in his throat. He inhaled slowly and leant in to kiss him. Kissing Kurt had become Blaine's favourite addiction, he tasted like warm milk and toothpaste and… comfort. So you see, usually this was enough to calm him down and make him feel better but this time he found his fingers wondering involuntarily to feel over the other boy's stomach and before he knew it he was pulling his shirt over his head and kissing him deeper and more intensely than typical social boundaries had allowed. The younger boy responded without saying much, but kissed him back and unbuttoned his shirt and clung to him like he was drowning in something.

Exploring Kurt's body felt a bit like exploring his past. He had a birthmark on his lower left thigh in the shape of a crescent moon and a load of yellow and blue patches up his side from being thrown into lockers. Blaine gulped and panicked slightly when he saw this, but Kurt just looked into his eyes and then pressed his mouth to each of the marks Blaine had down his own body. Blaine was almost surprised when they didn't just disappear; it felt to him like they had. It hadn't felt like he had done anything wrong that night whatsoever. He had never cherished anything in the way that he cherished Kurt. He felt himself trying to ravish everything that Kurt was, like he was trying to drink him in, or maybe just become a permanent attachment to him and never have to leave.

Blaine had awoken the next morning a sticky mess. He was sure he was meant to be feeling gross right now, but he felt pretty much perfect. He could smell Kurt strongly, and could feel the other boy breathing warmly on his shoulder. It was Saturday, thank God, so he lay there for a while stroking Kurt's hair softly and for this first time he had a genuine smile on his face. That had never happened, Blaine was sure of it, at least not since he was very young. But now there was no stopping him, and a smile turned into a grin.

Blaine had never felt so absolute. Finally it felt like whatever he had been missing before had been found and it had healed him from the inside out.

I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece .I'm complete.