Blaine Anderson was certainly attractive enough.

Kurt knew it was his eyes and he had to find out why they captivated him so much. Part of him thought it was the misery that lurked beneath the fake happy overtones. But that was only visible when Blaine first came here and pushed past Kurt into the apartment.
This wasn't the first time that Kurt wondered about Blaine's sexuality. Kurt's bones ached to have someone to hold and kiss until the morning light came filtering in through the window. He squeezed his own eyes shut and turned the knob further. He had dug himself into a deep hole on this one. Sliding down the back shower wall and sitting in a heap, he stared at the steam that was billowing towards the white ceiling.
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Blaine was always awake. He hadn't slept since he arrived at Dalton for the second time. He heard the shower running. His mind wandered towards the shower's occupant. It had been a very long time since he--- No. He told himself. He would not allow himself to become attracted to the brunette wonder named Kurt Hummel. He stood up, pacing back and forth, trying to stop from shaking so violently. His head pounded with the sound of water hitting the shower tiles. He wished he couldn't hear it so he wasn't thinking about Kurt, but then again it's not like he had much else to think about other than the school curriculum and the past.
The past was not an option. He sighed with resignation as he lay back down under the covers. After hearing the shower water turn off, he rolled onto his side facing the west wall and waited for sleep to come.
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Kurt. A seemingly normal name, it was one he had heard several times before at Dalton, but this wasn't just wasn't like the past times. He fixated his eyes on the figure in front of him, the boy in front of the kitchen counter he designed himself, who had never truly caught his attention. It was almost as if his senses were in complete darkness and now everything was hypersensitive. He was flawless. The morning light was golden, making him even more beautiful than before. And he must find a way to explain him before it was too late.
"What's that?" Blaine's voice rang out, cutting the silence into jagged pieces of carbon dioxide.
"I’m making breakfast for you." Kurt said his voice barely above a whisper. The boy looked up, settling his level gaze on him. For a few moments he said nothing more, he merely took his presence in.
"Well, thank you for that." Blaine told him, as Kurt set the spatula down. He said nothing but smiled meekly. Finally, he made his way across the room. It seemed to take far too long. It must be the smell of food cooking that was making his head whirl.
"You're welcome." Kurt replied, leaning forward against the counter slightly and looking at him.
"I'm forever in your debt." said Blaine, not breaking eye contact as he sat down.
"Yes, you are." He said a true look of appreciation and a slight hint of humor on his face. He couldn't help but notice how he kept looking down at his hands.
Blaine caught his gaze. "I was thinking of something before..." Kurt glanced down at his hands and then at Blaine. He was trying to decipher what his gaze was supposed to represent.
"What were you thinking of Blaine?" He whispered. Blaine repeated it to himself a million times, so he opened his mouth trying not to let his nervousness show.
"Kurt," He began, looking up and locking eyes with him. "There is a moment where you say to yourself 'Oh, there you are-" Blaine paused, "I've been looking for you forever." He scoffed softly at his nerves, and then looked back towards Kurt. With look of finality, Blaine decided that this was his chance. He laid his hand on top of Kurt's and gazed at him intently. "Every weekend when you leave I want you to come right back..." Blaine let out a short chuckle and smiled at Kurt's shocked expression. "You move me, Kurt, and living with you... Well, it's been a great experience and I can't help but fall for you." He finished, taking in a deep breath and registering what this feeling was. He felt as though his blood was being replaced by pure electricity.
Blaine leaned across the counter, closing the space between their lips, standing up and leaning further, cupping Kurt's cheek with his hand. It was even better than he had expected, he savored how soft his lips felt and the way he tasted. Sitting back down, he runs his hand across his own cheek and smiles, his pulse racing.
He tried not to laugh as he finally says, "You probably didn't want that to happen." He looks over at Kurt, whose cheeks were flushed.
"I-I did." Kurt whispered with an astonished expression. Blaine grinned and leaned forward for another kiss, ignoring the obnoxious oven timer.

Blaine woke up covered in a cold sweat, his chest heaving, and sweatpants tighter. He couldn't seem to fit all of this together. He stood up and paced. It had been a dream, just a dream, he told himself while biting at his thumb and staring at his closed door. Kurt was only eight steps away behind a similar closed door. He looked down at his socked feet for a moment and decided he would try and will his tight sweatpants away. Rubbing the back of his neck, he sighed and fell back onto his bed.
Fuck.
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Blaine. He was a confusing and completely intriguing person who held Kurt’s gaze as they seemed to get closer with every blink of Kurt’s eyes. The fireplace crackled and the logs slowly died out, the embers leaving a soft orange glow. They both smiled at each other as Blaine suddenly turned from Kurt’s face. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at the Calculus book in front of him lying open on the floor.
“Blaine.” Kurt breathed with the desire to kiss the black-haired boy’s lips so strong that he found it hard to concentrate on anything much less his homework.
“Yes, Kurt?” He asked not looking up from the difficult problems on his paper.
“Forget about your Calculus for right now.” He said boldly grabbing the book from in front of him and tossing it to the side.
“Hey! I need to get that done before the semester is over!” Blaine protested, lunging for the textbook. Somehow they ended up in a tangle of limbs, the book lying forgotten somewhere on the floor. Blaine’s hands were pinning Kurt’s down on the floor.
“Am I going to have to teach you something other than Calculus?” Blaine growled in a low voice. Kurt tried not to gasp as Blaine thrust against him slightly.
“What did you have in mind Mr. Anderson?” Kurt teased slightly as he bit his bottom lip. Blaine’s eyes narrowed as he went in for a passionate and lustful kiss.
“You won’t be able to talk because you have been screaming my name for hours on end.” Blaine growled into his ear. Kurt couldn’t help but notice that Blaine was pressing into his thigh; his fingers were sliding down his arms, his warm mouth sucking at the exposed skin on his neck. Kurt finally gasped and rolled his hips up against Blaine.

Kurt woke up, his heart racing, his head pounding and cold sweat all over his body. He wished he hadn’t had that dream and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to Blaine. Not after that.

Fuck.