Blaine was out of bed and running, barefoot with just a rolled-up pair of Kurts silk pajama pants on. He knew he had to get to him fast before Kurts overactive imagination made this into an irreparable mess.

“Kurt!” Blaine shouted, seeing the outside door shut behind Kurts running heels. Blaine crashed through it, the doorstop breaking as the door smashed against the stones of the building. Blaine saw the boy just ahead, headed for the woods behind the dormitory.

Blaine didnt waste any more of his breath on shouting, he took in a huge lungful of air and sprinted ahead to catch Kurt.

He practically tackled him, grabbing Kurts legs as he rounded a corner in the path and Blaine tripped on the too-long legs of the pajama pants. He landed on top of Kurt, quickly flipping him to lie on his back in the leaf debris under a large oak tree. The ground was soft, but the acorns were digging into Kurts back and he wiggled and squirmed as he tried to get them out from under him.

“Now, I am sorry to have to sit on you, but you are going to listen to me. I think considering what we are to each other, you deserve an answer,” Blaine panted out, “and I deserve to be heard. Okay?”

Kurts feelings were profoundly hurt and he was shaking in anger and disappointment. He genuinely thought that he and Blaine had something very good going, a feeling of attraction and maybe even love, but what was Blaine doing in bed with another man? Kurt was getting angry with himself for being so blind.

“It was not what it looked like, Kurt,” was what Blaine heard himself say.

“Well it couldnt have been anything else, could it? Wasnt that you I just saw in bed with another man, shirts off and tangled in his embrace?” Kurt said, on his back so the tears ran down his temples and into his ears. He shook his head to dislodge them, but Blaine was holding him down – wrists above his head and Blaine straddling his hips.

“You dont understand,” Blaine practically shouted. He closed his eyes, willing his blood pressure to slow down, to will calmness to seep into his bloodstream...gentle, peaceful...

“You dont owe me an explanation. It isnt as if we were dating or anything, Blaine. I have no reason to be angry at you because I have no claim on you. Just, let me up so I can see if Nick or Trent can put me up for a few nights until I can get this sorted. Theyll understand,” Kurt said, the tears putting pressure on his eyes and making his head throb.

“Kurt, listen to me. Please,” Blaine begged. He knew what Kurt thought and even if they had not said the words to each other yet, he knew they had an agreement between the two of them and why Kurt felt betrayed.

“How long have you known...that man? Because Ill never believe you just met him this weekend,” Kurt blurted out, not listening.

“About seventeen years,” Blaine said. Kurt stopped struggling. That didnt make sense. Blaine was only seventeen now. He heard a noise down the path and looked up. The man was walking towards them and Kurt renewed his struggle.

“Kurt, please. Just let me say three words?” Blaine begged again.

The man walked over to the two struggling on the ground and put out a hand to Blaine, helping him stand up. Then he took Kurt by the biceps and stood him up, holding him in an iron grip.

“You must be Kurt Hummel,” the man said. “Allow me to introduce myself, I am Cooper Anderson, Blaines big brother.”

Kurt stopped trying to get away and Cooper let him go. He looked at Blaines face: swollen eyes, red, and a look of such sadness Kurt wanted to bury himself in the ground. He knew he had been wrong, had hurt Blaine with his suspicion. He took a small step towards Blaine, holding out a hand to try and make it right.......and everything went black.

~ ~ ~ ~ KB ~ ~ ~ ~

Kurt woke up in his bed, the feel of a soft mattress and new sheets confusing him for a moment. Was he in the hospital? No...that was his ceiling he was staring at. He turned his head and saw Blaine standing across the room, talking to the man he now knew was his...brother?

“Hey, Squirt, hes going to be okay. I promise,” the taller man said, taking Blaine in his arms and hugging him briefly. He wiped a few tears from Blaines wet cheek.

“But...he didnt even wake up when you carried him back inside! Should we take him to the hospital?” Blaine asked, getting agitated. “I caused this...didnt I?”

Blaine looked dejected and Coop rushed to reassure his little brother.

“Calm down, Blaine. You did nothing wrong, kid. Your pal jumped to the wrong conclusion and then didnt let you explain. Hell come around once we talk to him. And no, he doesnt need to go to the hospital. Hes going to be fine. His blood pressure was a bit high, but its back to normal now. Just give him a minute and hell be back with us. I know you care about him, right?” Cooper asked, his face serous.

Blaine blushed a little.

“Yeah...he means more to me than I can say,” Blaine told his brother, a look of love blooming on his face.

“Oh, like that is it? Youre in love, I can tell,” Coop said, a smile on hi slips and a sparkle in his eye. He put a hand on Blaines back in solidarity.

“Yeah...its like that,” Blaine said quietly, a soft look in his eyes as he glanced towards Kurt.

Cooper looked over at the bed, too, and they saw Kurt was waking up.

“Hey, welcome back, Tiger,” Cooper said, coming into view. “Good to see you awake.”

“What happened?” Kurt asked, looking at Blaine when he sat on the edge of the bed.

“You fainted. I think you were just overwrought, but we can take you to the hospital if you want,” Blaine said. “Your blood pressure was high, but it came down fast, so it was probably because of how upset you were,” Blaine explained.

“My blood pressure?” Kurt said, looking at Blaine.

“Cooper took it when we got back to the dorm. Hes in his last year at Case Western Medical School, so he lives in Cleveland,” Blaine smiled, “He came home to bring me my car and the keys to the house in case I want to spend weekends or whatever there.”

“Oh....” Kurt tried to sit up but he was dizzy.

“Hey, now, lets just have you lie still for a few minutes until you feel better. How about drinking some of this?” Cooper asked, indicating a bottle of Gatorade with a straw in it. Kurt nodded and took a long drink, frowning at the taste.

“That tastes like salty Kool-Aid,” he grimaced.

“Yeah, but it will help to restore your electrolytes. Drink more,” Cooper demanded, holding the straw for him.

“Cant I just have some tea?” Kurt asked weakly, closing his eyes.

“Tea is a diuretic, this is better,” Coop said, putting a hand on Kurts shoulder.

“He means herbal tea,” Blaine explained.

“Oh, well, drink this bottle and then if your blood pressure is okay, you can have some chamomile or something mild,” Cooper decided. Actually, Kurts color was getting better and he seemed more alert.

“Squirt, I think Im going to go for a walk in the fresh air. Ill be back in about half an hour. Call me if you need me sooner,” he said. He gave Kurt another pat on the shoulder and gave his brother an energetic hug.

With Cooper gone, Kurt was back to silence. He still didnt understand the whole thing.

Blaine came over and sat on Kurts bedside.

“Hey, I know you have some questions, but are you still angry with me?” Blaine asked, his eyes sincere as he looked at Kurt.

“Ah, no. Im not angry. Im sorry I jumped to the wrong conclusion, Blaine. Forgive me?”

“There is nothing to forgive. I understand,” Blaine said, “It was all just misunderstandings. Tell me, why did you come back tonight instead of tomorrow night?”

“I came back early because I just missed you, Blaine. Could we....could you take off your slippers and get in bed with me? It will be easier to talk I think,” Kurt asked. It was dim in the room with only the bedside light on and he suddenly wanted to be holding Blaines warm hand.

Blaine slipped off his slippers and climbed on the bed, sliding under the covers Kurt was holding for him.

“You missed me?” Blaine asked, looking puzzled.

“Yeah. You have made my life so much better. After Andy died, I didnt really have anyone. The kids at my old high school were not my friends. There were some that I spoke to, casual acquaintances you might call them, but not really friends. I do have some friends here at Dalton...Nick, Trent, Wes, Jeff, Eddie, but none of them are all that close to me. They have all been friends for years, so I feel like an interloper...” Kurt was on the verge of crying and Blaine put his arms around him, laying Kurts head on his shoulder.

“Oh, Kurt....I do understand. I missed you, too. You are my best friend. Not just because youre my roommate, but because youre you. I have had this feeling – now dont laugh at me – that we were somehow meant to be together. Like fate had made up its mind to put us together in spite of everything else in our lives. I remember seeing you that first day we met, when you took my hand and pulled me out of that chaos on the staircase, I knew it was you I was meant to meet,” Blaine said, then looked into Kurts eyes. “Please, I know I sound crazy, I do. But it was such a strong feeling, and its only gotten stronger with every passing day.”

Kurt sat, stunned. This was exactly what he had been feeling, but he thought he was just making it up in his head because he was lonely and found Blaine to be so attractive. Not just physically, but they just fit together as if they were made for each other.

“Oh, Blaine. Then Im not crazy....that is, just....exactly what I was thinking all this time. And when I was so far away from you? It started Friday afternoon when I was getting ready to leave to go home to Lima, I felt all jumbled inside. Nervous, jittery. I had a good time with my dad, but he sent me back on Saturday because I couldnt even sit still. I was pacing and he could tell I was uncomfortable. I felt better as soon as I got in my Navigator and the closer I got to Dalton, the more relaxed I felt. But then....when I was so excited to see you and I walked in...” Kurt looked away, “Im ashamed that I didnt even give you a chance to explain.”

“Im sorry, too, but lets just let it go. We wont make anything better by hanging on to negative feelings,” Blaine said. Kurt nodded.

“I was so surprised to see Cooper when he came. I hadnt seen him in almost a year. Hes in med school and I was at boarding school in Italy. I guess my folks asked him to get my car ready – they gave me Grandfathers old one when they decided to register me at Dalton. Cooper is going to stay at our house here in Westerville starting this summer because he got his internship at the hospital here. We went out to eat and when we got here, he realized he didnt have the keys to the house – he left them in the front hall. The housekeeper will be there tomorrow to let him back in, so he was going to stay here with me,” Blaine said.

“I had just gotten your new mattress and I put on new sheets and everything, so I asked him if he would just sleep in my bed. But you know that when I fall asleep, I tend to – ah- cuddle with whomever is in the bed with me?” Blaine said, obviously embarrassed.

Kurt laughed.

“I should have figured it out. Its like sleeping with an octopus, and you do look a lot like your brother,” Kurt commented. Blaine scowled at him.

“Well, you dont have to insult me,” Blaine laughed.

They lay in each others arms for a little while, just being together, thoughts keeping them from carrying on the conversation.

“I love my new mattress,” Kurt finally said, smiling shyly at Blaine. “And the sheets...you didnt have to do this, you know.”

“I wanted to. It was my fault,” Blaine said.

“It could have happened to anyone,” Kurt said.

After more silence, Kurt looked over at Blaine. “You can stay here tonight, give your brother your bed,” he offered. Blaine smiled, tightening his arms around Kurt a little.

“Okay. I like waking up next to you,” he whispered, then in spite of feeling shy, he leaned in just a few inches and placed his lips on Kurts mouth, very softly. Kurt felt a spark and kissed back, tender and gentle.

“Goodnight, Blaine,” he whispered.

“Goodnight, Kurt.”

~ ~ ~ ~ KB ~ ~ ~ ~

Cooper let himself into the dorm room later that night, not surprised to see his brother wrapped around Kurt. He smiled at the memory of all the times hed woken up in that embrace. Hed often wondered why Blaine did that, was he that insecure? Well, given their home life, he wouldnt be surprised. Their parents accepted their boys as they were, only encouraging them to pursue their dreams. They loved Cooper and Blaine, were proud of their achievements, but had never been demonstrative. It just wasnt in them. Cooper had recognized this early and when his brother was born he made the decision to give him all the love he could show him, including rocking baby Blaine for hours when he was fussy. Even at eleven years old, Cooper recognized Blaines need for constant loving contact and worried about his future.

Morning dawned to find Cooper up and dressed long before the other two. He just sat and watched them sleeping. He thought that was kind of creepy, but it didnt stop him from doing it. Kurt would turn over and a few inches of space would open between them, then Blaine would scoot over in his sleep, his arms finding their way around Kurts waist and tug him back close. Kurt would smile in his sleep, snuggling back closer to Blaine and both would sigh. Cooper couldnt help but be happy that Blaine had connected with someone that loved him so much, and didnt mind being suffocated in their sleep, he laughed to himself.

He could see that both of them were shy about touching in public, probably denying how attracted each was to the other. But in sleep their subconscious selves knew they belonged together. Thats the way Cooper read it anyway. He figured it was just a matter of time before one of them broke the ice and then....well, Blaine could do worse than Kurt Hummel. He was a kind and generous boy, according to everything Blaine had told him. Actually, Blaine had spoken of little else since Coop got there. He wasnt bad to look at, either, with that thick chestnut hair, luminous skin, and big blue-gray eyes, Coop laughed to himself. Yes, his baby brother was head-over-heels in love. Cooper sat and smiled to himself.

~ ~ ~ KB ~ ~ ~

“Hey,” Blaine said, his big Bambi eyes opening to see his brother sitting and watching him.

“Good morning, Squirt. How did you sleep? You look well rested,” he teased.

“I am fine. So, are we going to the house today?” Blaine asked.

“As soon as you two are up and dressed. I know you want to go get your car, Squirt. Well, it isnt going anywhere - I have the keys right here,” Cooper laughed, dangling the keychain in front of Blaine. “Ill even take you out to eat first.”

“Oh...thanks, Coop. If you want to take a short walk? Ill get Kurt up and well accompany you.”

“No problem. Ill go put gas in my car and be back in half an hour?” Cooper asked.

“Sure. See you then.”

Blaine was relieved. He knew he could never make it to the bathroom without Cooper seeing the condition of his body – his morning erection was unusually persistent this morning. Kurt had snuggled with him all night and when he woke up, Kurts ass was nestled in his lap so to speak, rubbing against him. It was going to be awkward no matter what, and having Cooper witness it would be too much.

Blaine started to slip out of Kurts embrace, but Kurt gripped him tighter – now almost thrusting into Blaines backside. Kurt must have turned over when Blaine was talking to his brother. Well, there was no help for it, he was going to have to wake Kurt up in order to be ready on time. But just another few seconds to enjoy Kurts rather large...ah...package sliding against him, the silk pajamas making it so easy to enjoy. Blaine was moving in the same rhythm until he heard a gasp and Kurt sat bolt upright, blinking awake, a horrified look on his face before he dashed out of bed and into the bathroom.

Blaine giggled, knowing just what Kurt was doing in there. Damn. He did know what Kurt was doing, and while he could pretend otherwise before, this time it was so obvious that Kurt had to know that Blaine knew what Kurt was doing in there. Wow, what a tongue twister. Tongue. Argh! The very last thing Blaine needed to be thinking about. He heard the shower water turn on and knew he had to use the facilities. What would Kurt say if Blaine went in there...?

Blaine knocked on the door.

“Yes?”

“Ah, Kurt...if youre in the shower, can I come in and pee?” Blaine asked, slightly embarrassed.

“It cant wait?” Kurts voice was deeper all of a sudden, and he almost stuttered.

“No. I wouldnt ask if I could wait,” he said, exasperated.

“Okay, its unlocked,” Kurt said.

Blaine went in. The steam made the whole room foggy, he could barely see the glass doors of the shower. Now he needed to calm down enough to be able to pee. He closed his eyes and willed his erection to go away, but it was not happening. He could hear Kurt in the shower, not two feet from him with only an etched glass door between them. Was Kurt touching himself? Damn, that was the wrong thing to think of. Now it was worse and Blaine had to think of that!

“Are you okay?” Kurt asked, his voice sounding a bit out of breath. Blaine sat down on the toilet, his legs feeling wobbly with the rush of adrenaline.

“Ummmm, yeah, most of me is okay,” he said. Maybe talking would fix it. “Cooper went to get gas in his car, then he invited us to breakfast with him,” Blaine said.

“Are we having a conversation – while you pee?” Kurt asked.

Hell with it. Blaine figured this couldnt be any more awkward. He might as well go for it.

“Ah, no. I cant exactly pee right now,” he said.

“Why not?” Kurt said, his voice beginning to sound strangled. Blaines voice got like that sometimes and he knew exactly the circumstances.

“Kurt, can I help you with something?” he asked, sounding very innocent. There was a guttural gasp of breath.

“No!”

“I think Im in the same condition. Maybe we can talk?” Blaine suggested, his hand warm on his own cock as he spoke to Kurt.

“What condition are you talking about?” Kurt asked.

“Oh, I think you know. Why is your voice deeper, why are you breathing harder?” Blaine asked.

“Blaine....dont do this...”

“Why not? I think you have been thinking about this as long as I have, havent you?”

“Thinking about what exactly?” Kurt asked.

“What you are doing right now...what I hear you doing in here every morning. These walls are thin, Kurt, I can hear you moaning, hear your breath speed up, hear the sharp edge when it gets better,” Blaine said in a low voice so Kurt could just hear it. He stroked himself, thinking of all those mornings and the noises Kurt didnt think he could hear.

“Kurt? I know what youre thinking...could he hear me as I came so hard all those mornings? Right? Yes, Kurt. I could hear you every time...” Blaine got out, his own breath getting heavy.

“Blaine....NNgghhh...” Kurt tried to be quiet, but he couldnt. Not now, when he was so close and Blaines smooth voice was curling around him, helping him to get closer, urging his body, invading his mind.

“Are you close, too? Kurt, Im on fire out here. You are all Ive been thinking about. Since that kiss....the one you think I forgot about? I didnt. I think about your lips all the time, Kurt. The spark that went all through me when our lips touched. Could you still imagine my lips, Kurt? Where?”

“Oh, my god....Blaine....yes, I think about it. I think about you and that kiss and your scent, your sounds in your sleep...” Kurt whispered, trying to hold back, not wanting Blaine to hear him when he came.

“Could you imagine me being in there with you?” Blaine asked, but knew it was too far. He could never hold back long enough to stand up and get into the shower. “My hands on your body, sliding through the warm sudsy water, finding all of your secret places that no one can touch but me. Oh, Kurt...I want you.” He whispered this last part without thinking and relaxed just a bit, trying to gain strength to deny himself long enough to get to Kurt. He was overcome by a wave of pleasure as he imagined Kurt and what they might do together, then let out a desperate moan.

“Blaine? Oh. Blaiiinnee....” Kurt whimpered but it was too late. He could not stop it coming and his seed spilled out, spurting against the glass door of the shower.

Blaine, sitting and leaning against that door saw, felt, and heard it.....he reached out his hand and put it against the glass door where Kurts white semen slid down the glass and Kurts moans filled his ears...and he was done for. He had grabbed a towel when he sat down and came into it so hard he was lightheaded. He closed his eyes, getting his bearings once more and left the bathroom.

Kurt stood under the water, letting the hot water cool him down.