It took Kurt a good ten minutes to move from his seat and go home after Blaine left. He grabbed his sketchbook from his bedroom and curled into the corner of the sofa, idly sketching onto the page. Drawing was something hed randomly started doing for fun when he got bored - which was quite often - and hed become fairly good at it. It wasnt until there was a knock at his door a few hours later that Kurt realised that hed been drawing Blaine.

He dragged himself up, leaving his book open on the sofa, and opened the door. The second the door was open, he was being pulled forward and there were a pair of familiar lips on his own. They pulled away a few minutes open, but Kurt kept his eyes closed for a few minutes, afraid to open them in case everything was a dream.

"Blaine?" He breathed hopefully, opening his eyes and meeting hazel eyes.

"Can I come inside?" He asked, his teeth chattering. "Its pouring down, in case you havent noticed.

Kurt looked up and realised that there was a full on rainstorm outside, and Blaine looked like a drowned rat. He pulled the boy inside and closed the door, realising that he, too, was wet.

"You look ridiculous," Kurt laughed. "Do you want to go take a shower?"

Blaine nodded, his whole body trembling. "Yes please."

For the first time since hed lived there, Kurt turned on the heating in his apartment while Blaine showered. He heard the water turn off and suddenly the bathroom door was opening, Blaines head peeking out.

"Um...Kurt?" He trembled. "I need some clothes...and a towel."

Kurt looked at him confusedly for a few moments before jumping off the sofa. "Oh!" He exclaimed, grabbing some of his pyjamas and a towel. "Sorry, I keep nothing in there because its so small so I kind of forgot..." He said, handing them to Blaine.

"Thank you." Blaine said, putting his head back in and shutting the bathroom door again.

Kurt went and changed into some clean pyjamas while Blaine got changed, and when he went back to the living room, he found Blaine sitting on the sofa with unruly wet curls, his sketchbook on his lap. He went and sat down next to him, unsure of what to say.

"Did you draw this?" Blaine asked, looking up at him. Kurt nodded in reply. "Youre really talented." He said, staring back down at the drawing.

"Thank you," Kurt replied. "We, um...we should probably talk."

Blaine nodded, closing the sketchbook and putting it on the arm of the sofa. "So..."

"You kissed me." Kurt said.

"Yeah..." Blaine breathed. "I...Ive been thinking about it all day, and I couldnt...I couldnt get the thought of being with you out of my head. It could possibly be the worst decision of my life, but I know that if I dont try being with you then Ill just regret it."

"So, what are you trying to say?"

"I want to be with you," Blaine said. "But can we just...start over? Pretend that none of this ever happened?"

Kurt smiled and nodded. "Id like that."

"And about what you said earlier...about the feeding thing," Blaine said. "I cant ask you to change your lifestyle like that, Kurt. You cant change your whole life for me."

"Its not for you," Kurt said. "I mean, it is, but...its for me too. I know that killing innocent people is never going to feel right, and Im going to feel guilty every time I do it."

Blaine smiled, crawling onto his knees and leaning forward to press another kiss to Kurts lips. "Thank you."

Kurt shook his head. "Thank you," He said. "For giving me a chance, even though I probably dont deserve it."

"Youre not a bad person, Kurt," Blaine said. "Youve made mistakes, yes, but who hasnt?"

"I killed my dad," Kurt pointed out, tears pooling in his eyes. "Thats a pretty huge mistake to make."

"Do you regret it?" Kurt nodded in reply. "Exactly. It was a long time ago, Kurt. You need to learn how to forgive yourself."

Kurt nodded, wiping his eyes and sniffling before letting out a little chuckle. "I dont think Ive ever cried so much before," He said, looking up at Blaine with a smile. "Youre a terrible influence on me." He teased.

Blaine laughed, shaking his head and leaning back in to kiss Kurt once again.