"So…what now?" Kurt asks after a few moments, his hand falling out of Blaine's grasp.

"Well, right now, I need to finish this essay for English. But after that, we'll figure something out."

Oh, yeah. They had completely abandoned their homework. Kurt throws Blaine a small smile as they both slide off his bed and return to their desks. For some reason, Kurt expects the atmosphere around them to change. He expects odd, uncomfortable tension with their newfound agreement but to be perfectly honest, there isn't any. The simply turn back to their homework and it's just another night as roommates, as friends. Blaine opens his itunes and presses play on what they had both agreed would be their 'homework' playlist and that's that.

Nothing changes.

Except for the jitters Kurt gets when he's almost done with his math assignment.

He's kind of excited.

Though, quite frankly, he can't decide if he's excited that he's finally going to get to learn about all this stuff, or that he's getting to learn all this stuff with Blaine.

Amazingly gorgeous Blaine who laughs at all of his jokes and pays for his coffee and gushes over Vogue covers with him.

Oh shit.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

But by then, Blaine's closing his books and shutting his laptop and it's a little too late to turn back now.

Kurt finishes up the last problem and tucks a paper into his notebook. He glances at the clock on his phone and realizes it's only just past ten. They have plenty of time for whatever Blaine's planning.

"You done?" Blaine asks, standing up and stretching his arms above his head.

"Y-yeah," Kurt squeaks.

Blaine laughs a tiny bit at Kurt's obvious nervousness.

"I'm not gonna like, torture you or anything."

"I know!"

"Don't be scared," Blaine says softly. "Just turn off your light and lay down with me."

With a rather unsteady hand, Kurt flips off his desk lamp and stands, tugging just a bit nervously on the hem of his t-shirt.

"Um…your bed or mine?"

"We can lay in yours," Blaine says and Kurt can only just make out Blaine's form moving over to his bed in the nearly pitch black room.

He follows, listening as Blaine pulls down the sheet and blanket, crawling into Kurt's dorm room bed. Kurt can't help but pause.

"I won't hurt you," Blaine says softly into the night.

Kurt heaves a deep breath, willing his nerves to calm the hell down and he maneuvers himself into bed as well. It's so strange, having someone share such a small space. He shared his bed at home with Blaine that one night after Rachel's party, but the bed was obviously larger and the heat of Blaine's body didn't seep into his skin so easily. They also weren't both in thin pajamas and Blaine had been completely wasted and passed out immediately.

"I just want to – to touch you," Blaine says next to him, adjusting the blankets over their bodies so they're resting just below their waists. "You always seem so…uncomfortable when it comes to people invading your space."

"Because usually when people invade my space they're doing it for the intention of shoving me up against a locker or throwing me in a dumpster."

"Well you don't have to be like that with me," Blaine whispers. "Just relax."

"I'll – I'll try."

Suddenly, Kurt feels Blaine turn towards him and a tender hand comes to rest on his cheek. Kurt inhales sharply, the gentle touch not at all what he was expecting. Blaine doesn't say anything. He simply trails his fingers, feather-light and slow over Kurt's cheekbones, moving them over his skin, up over his temple, and finally brushing back a stray piece of hair that had fallen into Kurt's face.

Kurt releases a stuttering breath, exhaling against Blaine's hand.

He can't speak. He doesn't know what to say. He's never felt such tenderness from anyone. It's so foreign, almost unsettling and he shifts nervously next to Blaine.

"It's just me," Blaine reassures him. "It's just me."

Kurt nods against Blaine's hand, the hand that's now stroking slowly at his hair. Blaine's fingers slide into Kurt's hair, combing the strands with unhurried movements. It's a nice feeling, Kurt realizes. He usually cannot stand when other people try to mess with his hair but this…this is different. It's calming and it's…it's just really nice; he doesn't have any other way to explain it.

Blaine's hand drifts back down to Kurt's cheek and Kurt finds himself leaning into the touch, moving his face against Blaine's palm. But then Blaine's fingers are moving a little further south, gliding over Kurt's pale skin, tracing his jaw line, and down to caress his warm neck.

Kurt sighs softly and lets his head fall to the side on his pillow, his face to Blaine, instinctively asking for more.

"Is this okay?" Blaine asks him.

"Yeah," Kurt breathes, enjoying the feel of Blaine's calloused fingers on his skin. "Feels nice."

"Good. It's supposed to."

A small smile tugs on Kurt's lips as Blaine's fingers continue their exploration, thumb sliding across the tendon in his neck. Blaine's hand moves lower, warm and sure against Kurt's shoulder. It almost feels like Blaine's memorizing him, his touch is so slow and gentle, gliding over Kurt's arm, fingers dipping down to caress the inside of his wrist that lays at his side.

It's all so lazy and…and safe here. Kurt's soaking it all in, breathing in the scent of Blaine who's so very close and so very sweet. He's pretty sure he's never been as relaxed as he is in this very moment.

"Can I kiss you?"

When the question comes, Kurt thought he might be a little more nervous.

But he isn't.

His limbs are pliant and he's pretty much sinking into the bed at this point. Blaine's still there, thumb pressed to the inside of his wrist and it's so nice.

"Yeah," Kurt answers.

Blaine's hand leaves Kurt's arm and returns to cup his cheek. He feels Blaine move a little closer, feels his chest against the length of Kurt's arm squeezed between them and then he feels the warmth of Blaine's breath on his face.

When Blaine's dry lips press against his, Kurt can safely say he wasn't expecting the sensation that followed. He's kissing back instinctively, lips moving slow and steady over Blaine's, leaning into the intimate action, falling into something he never thought he'd feel. A spark of pleasure floods through him and his breath catches in his throat. Blaine's hand slides around to cup the back of his neck, pulling him just a tiny bit closer. At that action, Kurt releases his breath through his nose and sort of…well, he moans, there's no other term for it, he moans into the kiss and suddenly Blaine's tongue slips out to lick at Kurt's lower lip. He's never felt anything like this and wow, that's what the movies are always on about. His own lips part in kind and Blaine dips his tongue into Kurt's mouth. It's sort of strange having another person's tongue in his mouth and for a brief, insane second he wonders who even thought of such a thing, but when Blaine's tongue laps at his own, Kurt stops wondering anything at all. He licks back slowly, their tongues swirling around each other in an odd type of dance. Kurt moans again but this time so does Blaine and their lips press together even more, harder and more insistent. Blaine's fingers tangle into the hair at the base of Kurt's neck as they kiss, hot but still slow. Yeah, this is what kissing was supposed to be about, Kurt thinks, this is what everyone talked about, this is how it should have been the first time.

Eventually, the need for air becomes a bit too much and they part, but Blaine's pressing breathless little close-mouthed kisses to Kurt's swollen lips and Kurt revels in each and every single one.

"You taste like heaven," Blaine whispers between them.

Kurt doesn't know why the statement seems so funny, but for some reason he giggles uncontrollably.

"It's true!" Blaine reiterates. "I didn't know peoples' mouths could taste like that!"

"That's wonderful," Kurt laughs, "But now all I can think about is drunk Rachel saying that your face tastes awesome."

"Does it, though?" Blaine asks curiously.

"Pretty much," Kurt concludes, once his giggles die down.

He leans back into kiss Blaine once more. Maybe it should be awkward and maybe he shouldn't have done it, but he feels Blaine smile against his lips anyway. Perhaps the best part, Kurt thinks, is that they're friends. They're comfortable with each other. It seems like the most problematic bridge had been crossed and now they're just two friends kissing, figuring it all out on their own.

Not to mention Blaine's a damn good kisser.

"Your lips are so soft," Blaine says in between another kiss. "What do you do to keep them that soft?"

"Chapstick," Kurt says simply. "It's relatively new. You might have heard about it. Pretty popular."

"No need to be a brat!"

"It's not bratty, it's fact," Kurt smiles, leaning in for one more kiss.

Uh oh.

This could be a problem, Kurt thinks.

Because now that he's kissed Blaine, he can't seem to get enough.

"Thank you," is all he ends up saying.

"You don't have to thank me," Blaine says in reply, hands carding through Kurt's hair one more time. "You can just repay me by letting me cuddle next to you and letting me sleep in your bed tonight."

"Why would I do that when your bed is like, five feet away?"

"Because your sheets are ten times nicer than mine and I'm lazy and I really don't feel like getting up."

"If you're a blanket hog, I'm leaving you in the middle of the night and lying in your bed."

"I'm not a blanket hog," Blaine assures him, snuggling down in the bed, nose nestled against Kurt's shoulder. "I am a cuddle whore, though.

"Figures."

"I'll keep you warm."

"Just don't strangle me in my sleep."

"I'll try not to."