Kurt wakes up with a start, gulping down air. Morning light is seeping through the curtains and it takes a moment for Kurt to realize where he is. His heart slams against his ribcage as Blaine’s warm breath caresses his neck. The calmness that washes over him brushes away the dream he has just had; a lingering bitterness at the back of his mouth is all that remains.

It has been so long since he woke up with someone else by his side, and Blaine’s face is so calm as he snores softly, his curls scattered all around on the pillow. For an instant Kurt wishes that he could remain here forever, under the blankets, with Blaine’s hand curled around his hipbone. But he has to get up and go to work and besides he is sure that he would probably do something stupid and rushed if he keeps basking in the warmth radiating from Blaine’s body.

Carefully, he disentangles himself from the warm circle of the other man’s arms. He pads towards the bathroom and closes the door behind his back. It’s only then that Kurt realizes he has found the right room without trying. He blinks at his reflection in the mirror; the bitterness at the back of his mouth is back but he quickly shakes his head and turns on the water.

When he walks back into the room Blaine is still asleep, holding the pillow close to his chest; Kurt smiles softly at the sight. He looks around the room to find some piece of paper to leave a note and his eyes land on a notebook perched on the nightstand. He hesitates for a second but then takes it and flips through the pages trying not to linger of the lines written in Blaine’s neat handwriting. When he finds a blank page he tears it away and quickly jots down few lines.

He has just closed the door of Blaine’s building when he almost collides with a guy with curly blond hair. He is about to mumble an apology but the man is already talking.

“Uh…what…what are you doing here?”

Kurt tilts his head to the side, irritation already creeping on him at the man’s tone.

“Sorry?”

“I mean...uhm…nothing.”

The man is looking at him as though he is some thief who definitely can’t be trusted. Annoyance flares inside of Kurt and he has to use all of his self-control not to snap at the stranger.

“Well, I’ll be going, then.”

The man moves to the side and Kurt quickly walks down the stairs and climbs into his car.

///

Blaine automatically stretches his arm towards the right side of the bed. When his fingers find nothing but emptiness he blinks. Something cold settles at the bottom of his stomach at the thought that maybe Kurt left because he felt uncomfortable after the previous night.

He knows that maybe he has been too open about what he is feeling, but Kurt had answered, beautiful Kurt with those eyes and those gentle lips. Blaine’s skin still tingles at the memory of the warmth radiating from him as they lay under the stars on the river. He had never taken someone there before.

He snaps out of his thoughts when he spots the piece of paper on the mattress beside him. The handwriting is elegant and slightly tilted; Blaine runs the tip of his fingertips over the letters before reading.

Good morning.
I’m sorry I had to leave. It was nice to wake up beside you. Call me later?

K

Blaine doesn’t care if he is grinning like an idiot. He feels light; it’s like being a teenager all over again.

The shrill of the doorbell pierces through the soft haze that has enveloped him while he was thinking of Kurt. He already knows who he is and he knows that he doesn’t want to see him. It probably makes him an asshole and a coward, but all he wants to do is lie in bed and hold the ghost of Kurt’s presence close to him, until the time to go to work in the afternoon comes.

After a while the doorbell stops ringing and Blaine sighs in relief. He lets his eyes drift close, his fingers curled around Kurt’s note.

Kurt is lying by his side; they’re hiding under a blanket as Blaine used to do when he was a kid. Kurt looks at him and a smile swims in his eyes.

“You’re beautiful.”

His voice is merely a whisper but it makes Blaine’s heart spin like a merry-go-round nonetheless. He reaches out to cup Kurt’s face, his skin incredibly smooth under his fingertips.

“You are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.”

///

Kurt chews at his lower lip wondering if maybe he hasn’t been too pushy asking Blaine to call him. It’s not his first relationship with a guy, and he isn’t the high school boy he used to be. And yet he has come to care for Blaine so hard and so fast that he can’t do anything else but hold onto the small memories they’ve begun to make together. He knows he shouldn’t, not yet at least, but he really hopes that this could grow and last.

He sighs, twirling a pencil between his fingers. When his mobile phone starts ringing he almost jumps out of his chair. Blaine’s name flashes on the screen and Kurt feels his cheeks growing warmer.

“Hey.”

If his voice trembles slightly he tries not to think too much about it.

“Hey, there.”

Blaine’s voice twirls in his ear and Kurt’s skin tingles, remembering how lying beside Blaine felt.

“You called.”

“Of course! I woke up and you weren’t here! I kind of needed to hear your voice.”

Kurt ducks his head, even though there’s no one watching him. It’s weird how Blaine manages to say these things and butterflies erupt inside of his stomach. Kurt wonders why he has never felt like this before, even though he spent three years with Andrew. The way he answers to Blaine’s every gesture makes him question what he has felt so far, what he thought he felt for his ex-boyfriend.

He shakes his head, knowing that he is supposed to answer.

“I’m sorry I had to leave. I…I wish I could have waited until you woke up.”

Kurt bites his lower lip, worrying that maybe he has said too much.

“That would have been perfect. Maybe you can make it up to me, though.”

Blaine’s voice is playful and happy over the line and Kurt can’t help smiling.

“Oh, really? Do tell.”

Blaine chuckles and Kurt knows that it’s silly but he feels proud of himself because he has been able to make the other man laugh.

“Well, I was thinking about dinner.”

Something like happiness bubbles up inside Kurt at the thought that Blaine wants to see him again, that whatever has started between them is real.

“It would be an honor, Mr. Anderson!”

“My pleasure, Mr. Hummel.”

Kurt says goodbye to Blaine and puts his mobile back on the desk when his head starts spinning. He blinks but all he can see are black and white dots.

“He erased me, Rach!”

“Kurt, please calm down. Maybe…”

“There’s no maybe, Rachel! He…he took me and all that we had and threw it away!”

Quinn sat beside him and Rachel on the couch. Her hand was gentle on his shoulder.

“Kurt…he was hurt, as you were and as you are. You need to move on.”

“But what if I don’t want to? I…”

Quinn shook his head and casted a quick look at Rachel before continuing.

“You need to.”