That night, Kurt dreamed of soft curly hair and calloused fingertips. He and Blaine were at what felt like a park, what with the soft grass under him and the hot air hitting his face. The wind was blowing his hair and he wasn’t worried about it. He was cradled against a warm body who he was sure was Blaine, because the body was singing. It was singing him a lullaby, in Blaine’s soothing voice. Kurt’s face was resting in the nook of Blaine’s shoulder, with one of his hands pressed to Blaine’s chest. Their legs were twisted together, one of Blaine’s arms across his waist holding him flush to him and Kurt had never been more peaceful. Blaine’s other hand had started playing with his hair, and Kurt sighed contently, wishing this would last forever. Just when he had thought that last thought, all of a sudden, the voice stopped singing and the hand in his hair stilled. The body beside him went rigid, and Kurt pulled his head back in confusion. “Blaine?” Kurt asked.

“No, Kurt.” Blaine said. “W-what do you mean n-no?” Kurt asked shakily.
“Just no.” Said Blaine’s voice. The arm retracted from his waist and Kurt immediately felt cold. Blaine untangled their legs, and stood, leaving Kurt lain out on the ground. “B-Blaine w-w-wha-?” Kurt asked, suddenly freezing with chattering teeth, and was replied with a shouted “I said NO!” from Blaine. Kurt reached out towards him, trying to get up, and his hand was forcefully swatted away. Kurt let out a shocked gasp and pulled his hand to his chest. “B-Blaine, what d-did I-?” Kurt started with a frozen stutter, and was pulled to his feet roughly, pulled by his wrists to into Blaine’s figure so they were almost flush against each other. Kurt pulled in a frigid breath, suddenly frightened. This was just like earlier but with anger this time. “What will it take to make you understand? I. Said. No.” Came Blaine’s heated voice. Kurt’s eyes prickled and he fought to keep his tears back. “b-but no t-to what?” Kurt said brokenly. “To you!” Blaine said and threw Kurt back violently. Kurt gasped in shock, expecting hard ground, but kept falling through nothing. He was falling through the freezing blackness, shuddering violently against the chill. His rapidly falling body slowed down, and then completely stopped in mid-air.

The cold air stopped, and it felt heavy. Kurt breathe was caught in his throat and he felt like he was suffocating. He let out a frightened squeak and a voice next to his ear whispered “Shh, Kurt. Just let it go.” Blaine? “How?” was Kurt’s strangled response. “Like this,” Blaine answered. The air in front of Kurt’s face stirred, and then there was a warm pressure on his slightly parted lips. The second Blaine’s lips touched his, it was like being alive. His breathe came back to him and the heavy air lessened, until he was tipping backwards, away from Blaine’s kiss. Kurt grabbed forward, grabbing onto Blaine for support. He held on for dear life, “Help me!” Kurt said panicked. “No, Kurt. You have to let go. I’m letting go too, see?” Blaine said. He suddenly wasn’t in Kurt’s grip, it was like he had vanished. Kurt fell back through the darkness, screaming “Blaine!” over and over and then ceased to be.

Kurt woke up, sweating and shuddering, to Finn shaking him. “Kurt, Kurt dude wake up! It’s just a dream.” Kurt realized he was breathing heavily, panting, and that his throat was sore. Kurt turned his head toward Finn, his body practically cocooned in his tangled blankets. “Finn?” Kurt asked scratchily. His head was pounding, and it was making him sick to his stomach. “I-I’m gonna throw up!” Kurt announced. He felt Finn jump off the bed, and Kurt attempted to turn to the side. Just as he started to heave, a trashcan was shoved under his face. thank god. After he threw up, Kurt dry heaved for a couple of minutes, and it felt like his contracting muscles in his stomach were being ripped apart. Kurt groaned and leaned back on his pillow, trying to unwrap himself from the nest of blankets. He heard Finn walk away with the bucket, and slowly became frustrated with the blankets, thrashing wildly. This didn’t help with his headache but Kurt didn’t care. Kurt let out an “oof” of exertion and didn’t calm down until a strong hand was on his shoulder, pushing him down.

“Whoa there, calm down. Here,” Said Finn, and he started to unwrap his sick step-brother. Kurt relaxed into his sheets, or rather, tried to relax, as the pain in his stomach and head were terrible. Kurt felt a heavy hand on his forehead, and then Finn exclaimed “Dude, your burning up!”

Kurt did nothing but moan in response. He HATED being sick, absolutely abhorred it. Last time he was sick, he went crazy and thought that he was being attacked by his own father. It took both his father and his father’s friend to restrain him from running into something or leaving the house. It’s not his fault he woke up and someone was grabbing him.

“I can’t be sick Finn, I have school today.” Kurt rasped. “Uhh, you’re staying home bro. Why were you screaming?” Finn replied, more confused than usual. Screaming? “What do you mean screaming?” Kurt asked.

“You woke me up with your screaming, and when I looked over you were like, shaking, and just screaming over and over. Who’s Blaine? You were screaming his name, like, you sounded scared to death. I thought you were being attacked!” Finn said anxiously.

Oh no. My dream. “I…uhm, Blaine is…He’s the new kid. We’re kind of…we’re good friends.” Kurt stuttered out, blushing with embarrassment and heat. Kurt reached up to his sweaty forehead, pushing his hair back. “Oh, okay. Why were you screaming for him?” Finn asked. “I don’t know Finn.” Kurt said exasperated. “Can you just go tell dad I’m sick?” Kurt asked.

As Finn left, Kurt removed his sweat soaked night T and threw it somewhere on the ground. Kurt was slowly drifting back off to sleep on top of his mangled blankets, when heavy footfalls made their way down the stairs. “Go away Finn, ‘m sleeping now,” Slurred Kurt. Footsteps made their way towards Kurt’s bed, and Kurt got irritated. “I said leave, please. My head hurt’s and you’re making it worse.” Kurt said, turning his head towards Finn. A figure sat down on his bed, close to his hip and a quiet voice said “Hey, Kurt.” Holy hell, it’s Blaine. Kurt froze, remembering he was sweaty and shirtless. He raised a weak hand in search of a blanket but remembered he was lying on the sheets.

Kurt lifted up his head a tad, but felt an immediate head rush and fell back against the pillows, stifling a groan. He stomach grumbled and Kurt realized, yes, he was about to puke all over Blaine. “Blaine, move I’m gonna Hurl!” Kurt barely rasped out the words before Blaine’s body was gone from his bed, and Kurt was leaning over the side, puking into the trashcan Finn had luckily replaced when he wasn’t paying attention. Kurt felt flushed and dizzy as he wiped off his mouth and settled back down on the pillow’s. Even shirtless, Kurt felt overheated. Kurt was breathing shallowly and was extremely uncomfortable. A dip was formed on his bed as Blaine sat back down, staring at the sick boy. His face was red, and his chest was glistening with sweat, as was his hair line, where his disheveled hair hung limp around his face. It was amazingly attractive and Blaine had to try very hard not to blush, even though Kurt couldn’t see it.

Kurt lay still, waiting for Blaine to break the awkward silence, when a hand was placed on his burning forehead. “Gosh Kurt, you’re so hot.” Blaine said, and the second the words were out of his mouth, he regretted it.

Kurt tensed for a moment at Blaine’s word choice, but then was interrupted by the strong pain in his stomach. “Could someone get me some headache and stomach ache medicine?” Kurt painfully breathed. “Sure, be right back” Said Finn, and then he left. “I’m a mess. You need to get to school.” Kurt said, wishing he could sink into the bed and disappear. “But school’s lame, Kurt. And you’re so much fun!” Blaine fake whined. “Not right now I’m not. I’m gross, and sick, and my hair-MY HAIR! Oh my gosh, don’t look at it.” Kurt exclaimed feebly, and struggled to raise a hand to it. When he felt his hairline matted down with sweat, Kurt almost jumped out of bed despite his condition.

“It looks fine, you look fine. No one is expected to look fantastic when they are as sick as you are.” Blaine joked. Finn finally arrived with the medication and a glass of cold water. “We gotta get going, Blaine. We’re already pushing it.” Finn said anxiously, walking slowly back to the door. “You go ahead; I’ll stay home with Kurt today. You already said Burt and Carole were gone at work, he can’t be left like this.” Blaine said confidently. Kurt was shocked at his selfless-ness, but then again he wasn’t. After all, he did drive him home when they were complete strangers.

“Blaine, you don’t have to…” Kurt started but was cut off when Blaine covered his mouth with his hand. “Mmph!” Kurt said indignantly, but Blaine just laughed. With a daring Kurt didn’t think he possessed, Kurt licked Blaine’s palm in a long, slow, deliberate motion. Blaine froze and didn’t retract his hand for a moment, until Kurt licked his hand again and he realized that, wow, he shouldn’t have enjoyed that so much.

Kurt had been surprised when Blaine didn’t pull his hand away, so he had proceeded to do it again, and then the hand was pulled away. Kurt bit his lip and moved his head to the side at the sudden emotions he was feeling.

Kurt then remembered that Finn was standing right there, and cleared his throat. “Finn, if your going to school you should probably get going.” He said with his voice slightly less raspy. “Uh, yeah.” Said Finn awkwardly, and then he thundered up the steps. Blaine half coughed and half laughed and then reached for the glass and pills. He picked them up and turned to Kurt. “Here’s your meds. There’s only two, so here’s the glass.” Blaine set the cold cup in Kurt’s hand and then realized Kurt was barely strong enough to lift his hand, let alone his hand and a heavy glass. “Actually here. Open up,” Blaine said and when Kurt opened his mouth placed a pill on his tongue. “Here” Blaine said then pressed the cup to Kurt’s lips. Kurt drank down half the glass, desperately thirsty, but wincing when the water hit his raw-from-screaming throat. He did the same with the second pill, surprised at Blaine’s gentleness.

Kurt sighed contently when he was done with the pills and settled down farther on his bed, which brought him down closer to Blaine, whose back was now pressed against his side. Kurt went to move away, but was kept from doing so when Blaine grabbed his hand with both of his and started massaging his fingers. that feels surprisingly amazing.

Kurt leaned into Blaine’s side and tilted his head into the pillow. “Do you mind if…?” Blaine asked. Kurt shook his head slowly, slightly confused and then Blaine gently lifted Kurt off of the sheets and moved him over a space. Kurt was confused, and his mouth pulled down into a confused frown, until he heard Blaine rustling around, taking his jacket off, and then he lay down next to him. Kurt immediately flushed at the contact with his heated skin, but Blaine was a comfortable pressure against his side and he just wanted to cave in against him but knew that was definitely a bad idea. Kurt couldn’t help but lean his head comfortably against Blaine’s shoulder though. Blaine picked back up his hand and started massaging it.

“Thank you for staying.” Kurt mumbled with increasing sleepiness. “No problem” Blaine whispered. He leaned his head down on top of Kurt’s and got comfortable, pressing their sides right together. Kurt’s headache was slowly receding and he couldn’t tell if it was Blaine’s presence or the medication taking affect. Probably Blaine. Kurt was falling into a quiet slumber when Blaine jogged his shoulder with his own. “I could, uhm, I could give you a shoulder massage, if-if you’d like.” Blaine asked in a whisper. that sounds amazing. “Sure,” Kurt mumbled, not moving from his spot on Blaine’s shoulder. “Well, you’re gonna have to roll over.” Blaine said, chuckling quietly. Kurt just “Humphed” in response and tried to roll over. He was hardly awake enough to function at this point, but he got his aching and sleepy body to roll to its stomach. He pulled his hands up and folded them under his head.

Blaine tentatively reached over the sickly boy, and grabbed both his shoulders with his hands, kneading the blades with his thumbs. Kurt let out a shuddery breathe in appreciation, so Blaine took that as a good sign and massaged harder. The way he was laying was making it quite difficult to reach around Kurt, but the other option was so awkward he didn’t dare ask, as straddling Kurt’s legs would be extremely frowned upon. After a few minutes of massaging Kurt’s shoulders, the boy had completely relaxed into the sheets. “Feels go good, Blaine.” Kurt sighed. Blaine just laughed quietly to himself, and decided he might as well massage Kurt’s back as well. He moved his hands lightly to Kurt’s upper back, between the shoulder blades. He started slowly pushing and rubbing sideways with his palms and Kurt shivered with pleasure. He methodically worked his way down Kurt’s spine, and Kurt melted even farther beneath him, dropping his arms from beneath his face to his sides. When Blaine was reaching Kurt’s very lower back, he hesitated, not wanting to make Kurt uncomfortable. His hands stilled and Kurt let out an impatient breathe. “Keep going, that feels so nice…you…have no idea…” Kurt tried to say in his sleepy stupor. Blaine took a deep breathe and continued down Kurt’s back, his hands now pressing and kneading barely an inch from Kurt’s pajama pants.

Kurt was half asleep, half awake and couldn’t believe how amazing this felt. could lay like this all day… He was struggling to stay awake, because it was be rude to fall asleep with Blaine here, but was failing terribly. Kurt was drifting off when Blaine’s hands reached his pants line, and started rubbing with his fingertips instead of his palms. His calloused fingertips along Kurt’s lowest back sent shivers of pleasure down Kurt’s spine and he was sure Blaine felt it, but really couldn’t care. “That’s perfect” Kurt muttered, then drifted off to sleep.

Blaine continued massaging Kurt’s back even after he felt Kurt fall asleep. The boy was so pale, like porcelain, and he was openly gazing in wonder at the perfect skin he was touching. After a while, he stopped and pressed a chaste kiss to Kurt’s shoulder then walked upstairs with his cell phone. He could watch Kurt sleep, but that would be completely creepy and wouldn’t want to explain that to him. He wandered to the living room, feeling like he was intruding upon Kurt’s space. He sat down in the middle of the couch and got out his cell, checking the time. It was 8:30. Finn had said Burt wouldn’t be home until 5:30 and Carole even later, so he wasn’t worried about being caught in his position. He pushed down into the couch, and turned the T.V on to some random show, and muted it, deciding to play game’s on his phone instead.

It had probably been an hour when he thought he heard something from downstairs. He paused listening, and decided it was nothing. He got up and wandered to the kitchen, searching through the fridge; no matter how rude it was because he was hungry. And it’s not like he couldn’t pay them back. While rifling through Kurt’s food selection he heard something from the basement again. He paused and heard what sounded like a loud whimper. Confused, Blaine stood up shutting the fridge door. He paused, waiting, and then he heard a terrified scream emanate from the basement once more.

He rushed to the staircase as more screams echoed up the hallway. He ran down the stairs, nearly tripping down them, and ran to Kurt, who was gripping the sheets, unseeing eyes open, arching his back as he screamed. Blaine hurried to his bedside, grabbing onto Kurt’s arm and prying it from the sheets. He reached for the other, leaning across Kurt’s chest; he must have flipped over in his sleep. When he grabbed it, Kurt’s screams turned to sobs. “Shh, Kurt! Your fine, I’m right here. Kurt, Hun, wake up! You’re safe, you’re safe!” Blaine said reassuringly. Kurt continued to sob, limp in Blaine’s arms. He pulled the boy to him, hugging him against his chest. Once Kurt was pulled to his chest, Kurt unexpectedly pushed away, sobbing the same three words over and over again, “You said no! You said no! Stop, you said…” Kurt was practically hysterical. Kurt wrenched his hands from Blaine and turned around, falling off the bed. Kurt scrambled up, now screaming “YOU SAID NO!” Blaine rushed off the bed, running to Kurt and grabbing a hold of him again. Kurt struggled in his arms, but his scream quieted to shaking breathes. Blaine hugged him, cradling his head in his shoulder with his hand, and whispering “Shh” repeatedly in Kurt’s ear. Eventually Kurt stopped completely, and sagged into Blaine’s arms, asleep once more. Blaine laid Kurt down, extremely worried. Once he let go of him, He pulled up Kurt’s vanity chair so he could watch over him. After about 5 minutes, Kurt began to stir again. Blaine leaned forward in his chair ready to stop Kurt’s nightmare, but it was unnecessary as Kurt mumbled “head hurt’s” and his hand came up to his forehead.

“Kurt?” Blaine whispered. Kurt tensed, and then remembered that Blaine was, in fact here. Then he remembered what had happened in his last dream. He had been in the choir room, he believes, with Blaine on the piano bench. Blaine had been singing like the first time, and playing the piano, when he said “I could stay like this forever.” Suddenly, Blaine had stopped and Kurt asked him what was wrong, and again he had just said no. Kurt was once again confused and asked what he meant, but Blaine pushed him off the piano chair. He had hit the ground hard, and then Blaine had actually kicked him repeatedly until he was a crying, screaming mess. With each kick, Blaine had said “No, I said no!” and eventually Kurt felt himself falling. Only this time, when he froze and couldn’t breathe, Blaine didn’t let him go. He held him there making him say “You said no” When Blaine finally vanished, Kurt could breath and after that, Kurt couldn’t remember much.

“Blaine?” Kurt whispered haggardly. He felt Blaine’s hand grab his own. “Are you okay?” Blaine asked. “You woke up screaming, I thought you were hurt. Who…who said no? What were you talking about?” Blaine asked with much worry. Oh gosh. I can’t explain this to Blaine. Can i?...

“I….you. You said no.” Kurt whispered. Blaine furrowed his brow in confusion. “I said no? But to what?” Blaine asked. “I don’t know. That’s the worst part.” Kurt whispered, feeling the tears well back up. “Hey, don’t cry. Just tell me. It’s just me, your fine.” Blaine said, brushing the hair back from Kurt’s forehead. Kurt took a giant breathe and slowly released it, deciding to just tell him.

Kurt started in whispered tones, “Well, T-this time….w-we were in I think a choir room, sitting at the piano. And you were singing to me. I don’t know what the song was, but it was beautiful. And then you…went all stiff beside me, so I asked you what was wrong and you…you told me “no”, just “no”, And I w-was confused, and asked you what you meant so you pushed me off the bench… and started t-to kick me. Just saying “I said no!” and I was so hurt and confused and in pain and you, you were just k-kicking me! It hurt so much, and I was j-just screaming for you t-to stop but you didn’t! And then it was like the ground was gone, and I was falling through the darkness. The air kind of thickened around m-me and I couldn’t breathe. You were suddenly there beside me telling me that I couldn’t just let go! I couldn’t even b-breathe and you just made me say “You said no!” and I was screaming it and you wouldn’t let me go and-and-and…” Kurt trailed off, starting to go hysterical.

Blaine was in a shocked silence, staring at Kurt in horror. Blaine would never do something like that! Blaine came to his senses, as Kurt was still crying on his bed, and started to stroke the blind boy’s hair back from his sweaty forehead. “Kurt, shh, I would never…don’t cry, Kurt. I’m here, right here.” Blaine pulled Kurt to his chest, wrapping his arms around his chest to hold him there.

Kurt grabbed at Blaine’s arms, not to remove, but just needing to actually feel that he was there and not pushing him away. He quieted down quickly, much to his own surprise, and just leaned against Blaine in complete comfort. Without thinking, Kurt says “I could stay like this forever.” The second the words leave his mouth he regrets them. Blaine stiffens and Kurt for a moment thinks he’s reliving his dream, for those were his exact words before the horror started.

Blaine froze. Kurt wanted to stay in his arms forever. That was amazing progress with the reclusive boy. And Blaine really wanted exactly the same. “Yeah, this is really nice.” Blaine finally responded when his brain decided to work again. He felt Kurt melt a little farther into him, so Blaine maneuvered them until Blaine was leaning against the headboard, propped against the pillows still damp with Kurt’s sweat. Kurt leaned his head down into the dip between Blaine’s neck and shoulder, marveling at how perfect his head seemed to fit. He then lifted his hands to Blaine’s own which were secure around his bare chest. how could I ever think Blaine was hurting me?

They stayed together like that for a long while, just filling themselves with the others presence. Blaine looked over at the nightstand. It was almost 10 and they still had a whole day ahead of them. Blaine lifted his hand to Kurt’s forehead and felt how hot it still was, then sighed. “Your still burning up, I need to get you more medicine.”

But it’s so comfortable here. “Okay, hurry back.” Kurt said. He leaned up and out of Blaine’s grasp so he could go up the stairs to fetch the medication. Kurt leaned into his pillows, already missing Blaine’s warmth. A few days ago I couldn’t stand physical contact, and now I feel absolutely safe wrapped in Blaine’s arms.

Blaine clomped back down the stairs and returned to Kurt’s bedside table. He reached for Kurt’s mouth muttering “Open up” in the process. Kurt complied, and swallowed down his pills with the entirety of the water glass. “Can we go upstairs? My stomach has settled and soup sounds surprisingly good.” Kurt asked. “Well yeah, it’s your house isn’t it?” Blaine replied with a laugh. Blaine’s hand grabbed Kurt’s and they made it to the stairs, Blaine supporting most of Kurt’s weight as the boy was still very weak.

They reached the kitchen and Blaine gently leaned Kurt down to his seat then went to the cabinets in search of a can of soup. Finding one, he opened it with the can opener on the counter and popped it in the microwave, humming as the timer went down. When it was done, Blaine carefully brought it to Kurt’s small figure and sat it on the table, then went in search of a spoon. He found one and sat in the chair next to Kurt, swirling the soup. He got a spoonful and raised it slowly, blowing on it then turning towards Kurt. “Here, open up.” Blaine said.

Open up? Kurt opened his mouth to ask why when Blaine placed the spoon of soup in his mouth. He instinctively wrapped his mouth around the spoon and drank down the soup. “I can feed myself you know; I’ve had a lifetime of experience.” Kurt said indignantly.

Blaine just laughed and spooned up more soup. “Well, you’re going to have to deal because I think it’s cute when I feed you like this.” He continued to feed Kurt no matter how silly Kurt thought the whole arrangement was. “So, are you feeling any better?” Blaine asked as he fed Kurt one of the last spoonfuls of soup. “Yes, actually.” Was Kurt’s happy reply, “Let’s go to the living room. You can watch some T.V or something.”

Blaine grabbed Kurt up by the hand and they walked to the living room, sitting down on the couch. Blaine sat first, and when Kurt sat down it was almost comical to watch the boys face when he fell into the dip of the couch practically into Blaine’s lap. Blaine let out a shout of laughter at Kurt’s frightened face and Kurt just let out an irritated huff.

Blaine grabbed the remote and turned it to some nonsense comedy channel, laughing along to some of the jokes as Kurt laughed too. Eventually, they shifted towards the armrest, and Kurt’s back was against it with his legs draped over Blaine’s legs, whose lap he was sitting on. One of Blaine’s arms was around Kurt and the other was holding one of Kurt’s hands in Kurt’s lap. They spent the rest of the afternoon that way, wrapped around each other, just talking and listening to the jokes and laughter from the television. At one point, Blaine stopped paying attention to the television at all and just stared at Kurt’s beautiful face. He was just staring straight ahead at nothing, but Blaine could tell how intently he was listening to the T.V, probably trying to envision the actors onscreen. His eyebrows were perked up, and his head was cocked to the side like he was listening to an interesting story, with his lips slightly pursed in concentration. He was just so adorable and attractive and perfect in that moment that Blaine couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward a few inches and tilting Kurt’s face towards his with his hand.

Kurt felt his face be turned towards Blaine but didn’t question it. He just let his head be turned and then it happened. Blaine’s lips were soft and warm and just barely there against his own, and Kurt tensed up with shock. The shock wore off in about a millisecond and then Kurt responded naturally to the kiss, leaning forward to make the contact more concrete. He moved his lips languidly along with Blaine’s and then Blaine’s hand was gently cupping his cheek, like he was a breakable, delicate doll, and Kurt’s heart melted on the spot. Blaine rubbed his thumb across Kurt’s cheek then pulled his lips away, resting his forehead against Kurt’s. Kurt rested his forehead against Blaine’s and leaned into him. They didn’t say anything to each other, just sat and let the moment grow more pronounced in their minds. Kurt tried to calm his rapidly beating heart to no avail.

Blaine continued to rub Kurt’s cheek with his hand than whispered, “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t hold it in any longer. You looked so perfect in that moment and I thought before I acted.” Kurt’s mind whirled. Perfect? Me? “It’s fine…More than fine actually. That was…thank you.” Kurt whispered back. “Then I guess you’re welcome.” Blaine said with a smile. Kurt moved his head down to Blaine’s shoulder and lowered himself on Blaine’s lap to accommodate the awkward position it had caused.

They sat like that for the duration of the day, until Finn came in the door. He walked in the room and was walking towards the kitchen when he saw the two on the couch wrapped in each other and froze. “Uhh. Hey guys.” Finn said awkwardly. Blaine and Kurt both jumped but didn’t separate. “Finn! You’re home! How was school?” Kurt asked to make things less tense. “Fine. You…okay I’m guessing?” Finn said with a small shrug. “Yes. My fever even went down. You can go now.” Kurt said with an irritated face. Finn walked fast to the kitchen and Blaine physically relaxed, sinking into the cushions. “Well, I should probably go then. Your dad will be home soon and there’s no need to make things weird yet.” Blaine said with a resigned sigh.

“Yeah, good idea.” Kurt said dejectedly. They got up off the couch and made their way to Kurt’s room to grab Blaine’s things. Kurt waited at the top as Blaine retrieved them and then they walked to the door. “So, tomorrows Friday. Maybe we could do something after?” Blaine asked. “Sounds fine. My Dad shouldn’t care.” Kurt agreed. Blaine opened the door and Kurt shivered at the instant chill. “See you tomorrow. Hug before I leave?” Blaine asked. Kurt walked forward into Blaine’s arms and hugged him tight. They hugged for a moment, before Blaine pulled away and pressed a light kiss to the top of Kurt’s hand and then walked to his car. Kurt shut the door with a sigh, and then walked down to his bedroom not wanting to deal with Finn yet. I was just kissed by Blaine. Oh my god. Kurt lay himself down to the bed and pressed a hand to his forehead, knowing it was going to be a long wait until he saw Blaine again.