And then you lie with me 'til I fall asleep,
And flutter eyelash on my cheek between the sheets,
And you will never know just how beautiful you are to me,
But maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up.

You just need to breathe to feel my heart against yours now,
Against yours now,
'Cause maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up,
Or maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up,
Maybe I fell in love when you woke me up.

Chapter 2:

"You're home early," Blaine said, rushing to the front door, his heart hammering in his chest. "Why are you home early?"

Kurt dropped his bag to the side, then blinked up at Blaine a couple of times, before saying, "Um, because I heard you set our kitchen on fire." He began walking towards the kitchen, to inspect the damage.

"No!" Blaine said, reaching out to pull him back.

"Wh—"

Kurt didn't get to ask what Blaine was doing because Blaine kissed him. Kurt tried to pull back, but Blaine deepened the kiss and just as he always did, Kurt melted in his arms and simply gave in, marvelling in the his boyfriend's warmth, his scent, his everything. When they finally broke apart, they smiled at one another.

"What are you hiding?" Kurt asked, still smiling, his arms wrapped loosely around Blaine's neck.

"Hiding?" Blaine exclaimed, like it was the craziest thing Kurt could have come up with. "What could I possibly be hiding?"

"You set our kitchen on fire," Kurt told him, matter-of-factly. "Rachel said so."

"I did not," Blaine shook his head. "I was making toast and the toaster caught fire. Rachel was exaggerating."

Kurt hummed a little, then sighed. "Okay," he said, removing his arms and going around Blaine, towards their bedroom. "I'm just going to—"

"No!" Blaine said, pulling Kurt back again. He raised one eyebrow at Blaine. "Why don't you, um—go upstairs and hang out with Finn for a while?" Blaine asked, hopefully. That probably wasn't the best idea he had ever had, but he just needed Kurt out of the apartment, just for a little while.

Kurt tilted his head to the side, then seemed to take a deep breath, before exhaling and saying, "Are you cheating on me?"

Blaine spluttered, because that was the craziest thing Kurt could have come up with. "Are you kidding?" he asked, incredulously, but Kurt did not appear to be kidding. "No, that's—Kurt. That's completely ridiculous. You're nuts. I'm not cheating on you, I promise. You can even check the bedrooms."

"I'll take your word for it," Kurt said, with a sigh, but he looked relieved, his shoulders slumping a little. "Fine. I'll go upstairs and hang out with Finn and try not to think about the fact that you just kicked me out of our home."

Kurt was smiling, however, which caused Blaine to smile. He liked when Kurt referred to it as their 'home'. It made him feel safe, happy. Kurt felt like home, they felt real and perfect and when he was with Kurt, he felt as if everything was right and that nothing could go wrong. Kurt was home and when Kurt merged the two of them together in any way, it made Blaine's inside sings.

But he couldn't help wondering if Kurt had forgotten what day it was.

"Trust me, okay?" Blaine said, placing a hand on Kurt's shoulder, as he walked him towards the door, trying his best to ignore the slight twists of doubt and uncertainty in his stomach.

"I do," Kurt told him. "I mean, in most respects. I just don't trust you not to set our kitchen on fire again."

"Toast issues, baby," Blaine told him, opening the latch on the door and pulling it open.

Kurt stopped walking and turned to face him. His smile had faded and he was studying Blaine with those shining, blue eyes. Blaine knew he was trying to figure out what was going on, trying to make himself trust him, but finding it difficult, because Blaine was acting so strangely. His eyes were wide and bright and searching for any kind of reassurance that everything was perfectly fine.

"Honestly," Blaine said, hoping he could provide him with that. "You've got nothing to worry about. I love you, okay? You know I do."

"I know," Kurt said, not missing a beat. "And I love you, I do. I just think that you should probably not.. mess around with electrical appliances. Or anything dangerous."

"I'll be absolutely fine," Blaine told him, confidently.

Kurt looked unsure again, then shook his head a little. "What is this?" he asked, quietly. "Do you just need time alone, or something? I mean, if you need—"

"Kurt Hummel," Blaine said, firmly. "Take your insecurities upstairs and I'll come get you in a little while. You. Need. To. Trust. Me. Got it?"

Kurt smiled, then, too. "Got it."

Blaine grinned, then leaned across and kissed Kurt lightly on the lips. He pulled back and Kurt was smiling at him. Blaine smiled back and Kurt rolled his eyes affectionately, before turning around and walking towards the stairs, muttering something about knowing where he wasn't wanted. Blaine waited until he was out of sight to close the door and go back inside. He pulled out his phone and dialled a number, then pressed it to his ear.

"Where are you?" he said.

"Hold your horses, Anderson, I'm going as fast as my feet can carry me."

Blaine sighed. "He came home and I sent him upstairs. He's getting suspicious, so hurry up."

"Do you have a piece with green on the circle part? And, like, that little fluffy part in the middle?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and looked through the tiny jigsaw pieces covering the glass table. He sighed and took a handful of pieces, then dropped them down in front of Finn and sat back with a sigh. He couldn't do this, not now, not when his mind was far from being at ease and not when he couldn't find the stupid pieces and not when every piece he picked up simply refused to slot into the place he thought it belonged.

Finn gave him a confused look. "Dude, chill," he said. "It's just a jigsaw puzzle."

Rachel was humming 'Masquerade' from Phantom of the Opera next to Finn and it was getting extremely irritating. It had been her idea that they do the stupid 'Teddy Bear's Picnic' jigsaw puzzle in the first place. She said that she and Finn did jigsaws all the time and Kurt couldn't help thinking that if he and Blaine were to ever do a jigsaw puzzle, they would undoubtedly end up losing their clothes and one of them would wind up flat on their back on top of the jigsaw pieces, uncomfortable, but not caring, because the other would be—

"Kurt!" Kurt shook his head and looked at Rachel questioningly. "I asked if this piece is from your corner!" she said, looking impatient.

"I don't care," he told her, sighing again. Rachel sighed, too, as she leaned across and slotted the piece into the corner closest to Kurt.

"Kurt," she said, going back to searching through the little pieces piled in front of her. "Why don't you just go down there and ask him what's going on? That's what I would do. I would.."

Kurt blanked out after that. He didn't want to listen to what Rachel would do, because as much as he liked her, she had ridiculous ideas and she was the last person he was going to take advice from regarding Blaine.

Kurt sighed for the millionth time, then went back to looking through the puzzle pieces, because doing something might help take his mind off of Blaine and what—or who—he might be doing downstairs.

"Good luck with the room mate," Blaine called after Santana.

She flipped him off as she went towards the end of the hall. Blaine smiled and walked out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. He ran upstairs, smiling, and knocked on Rachel and Finn's apartment door. After a few seconds, the door opened and Finn was standing there, smiling goofily.

"Hey, dude," Finn said, as he stood back and allowed Blaine inside.

Blaine saw Kurt and Rachel sitting at the kitchen table, jigsaw pieces sprawled all over. They were both looking down at the half-done jigsaw, eyebrows furrowed. Blaine crossed the floor and stopped next to Kurt. He placed a hand on his shoulder and Kurt flinched a little, his blue eyes landing on Blaine, accusing and wide.

"Just me," Blaine smiled, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. This didn't seem to comfort him at all. Blaine raised an eyebrow in question, but Kurt just looked back down at the jigsaw puzzle. "You guys are party animals, you know that?" Blaine teased. "I'm serious. This is some hardcore partying, guys."

"Jigsaw puzzles are good for stimulating the mind, Blaine," Rachel told him in that snooty tone she used about ninety-five percent of the time, the one that he had gotten well used to.

"Hands are good for stimulating the—"

"Blaine," Kurt said, cutting him off.

Blaine smiled and looked down at the puzzle. It looked like a bear holding something, he couldn't tell what, they hadn't gotten that far yet. "Kurt, do you desperately want to finish this, or can I take you home now? I'll totally understand if you'd rather stay here, though. I mean, jigsaws are exhilarating."

Kurt grunted something, but Rachel spoke before Blaine could ask what that meant. "You can join us if you want," she said. "Even if you're being a huge idiot."

"Uh, as thrilling as that sounds—"

"That reminds me," she went on. "Remember on your birthday I gave you a Build-a-Bear token?"

Blaine wavered here. "Uh, yeah, that was awesome, Rachel, thanks again," he said, hoping she wouldn't ask about the forgotten voucher. "Kurt, are you coming?"

Kurt sighed, then stood up. "I'll see you guys later," he told Rachel and Finn.

Blaine tried to take his hand, but Kurt just walked past him and went outside into the hall. Blaine followed and caught up with him. "Okay," he said. "So, I get that you're mad, or whatever, but I'll explain everything, I promise." Kurt simply kept walking, not looking in Blaine's direction, his mouth set in a thin line. Blaine followed him downstairs. "Kurt," he said. "Baby. Seriously."

Kurt continued to ignore Blaine as he pushed the key into the lock and twisted it until the door pushed open. Blaine followed him inside, unable to conceal his smile, because Kurt would understand, he'd get it.

He'd see.

Kurt was scowling in the dark. His insecurity had converted into fear, fear converted to anger and right then, he was feeling a mixture of the three. He felt for the light switch and when he found it, he flicked it and nothing happened. He sighed, then because they would need to change the bulb. He heard Blaine moving past him, but he couldn't see him. He had probably gone to get a new bulb from the cabinet in the kitchen. Kurt rolled his eyes and went slowly and cautiously towards the couch, but just as he reached it, a dull light appeared.

Kurt stopped still and looked around the entire apartment space. It was dimly lit, shadows cast all across the creme walls and on the varnished wooden floors. He squinted across the room at the flickering candles and his breath caught in his chest.

"Are you.." he trailed off, then looked across at Blaine, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, a huge grin on his face. "What.. I mean..?"

"You forgot," Blaine said, simply, his grin becoming a smile.

"Forgot what?"

Blaine eyed him for a few seconds, then shrugged. "Never mind," he said, walking towards Kurt. Once he had reached him, Blaine reached out and took his hand. "It's okay," he said, golden eyes meeting Kurt's blue ones. "It's okay that you forgot, because we never really did settle on a date that—"

"Oh, that," Kurt smiled. "I didn't forget that, Blaine."

Blaine's eyes widened and sparked with hope. "You didn't?"

"You think I forget the date I first set eyes on you?" Kurt asked, twisting his fingers in Blaine's. Relief soared through his vein, because if Blaine had been setting something up, that meant he wasn't cheating on him, or doing something sinister behind his back. He felt guilty then for even thinking it. "You made quite the impression, you know. You still do."

Blaine smiled, crookedly. "This is nuts," he said. "I have no idea why I would want to celebrate the day I first slushied you. Wow. I'm an asshole."

"You're an asshole because you want to commemorate the day we first met?" Kurt asked, one eyebrow cocked.

"Yeah, but—"

"Blaine," Kurt said, mouth developing into a smile. "You think I forgot, but I didn't. I planned on coming back here and cooking, but you we're acting weird and kicked me out, so.."

Blaine seemed to have relaxed then. He moved in and slipped his arms around Kurt's waist. "You really didn't forget?"

Kurt chuckled, grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him towards the kitchen. He walked slowly, because it was still pretty dark in there. Kurt tugged Blaine forward and drew his attention to the calendar pinned to the wall, near the fridge.

"You see that little heart on today's date?" he asked and Blaine squinted to see it. He mumbled a little 'mmhm' after a while. Kurt reached out and took him by the shoulders, then pulled him to face him. "See? I didn't forget. I never could."

"I love you."

"I know," Kurt grinned. "I love you, too."

"I know," Blaine mimicked.

"Good," Kurt said, taking Blaine's hand and turning to look out over the apartment. "So, what's the deal here?"

Blaine looked excited, then. "Okay, so, I tried my best. I mean, I can't cook and I set the kitchen on fire—I lied about the toast—but I tried and if this is totally inedible, I want you to tell me, because I don't want you to, like, die, because the meat's under-done, or whateve—"

Kurt didn't allow Blaine to finish that sentence. He leaned across and kissed him slowly, his mind dizzy, then pulled back and smiled.

"I'm so crazy about you," Blaine told him in a half-whisper, his thumb stroking the side of Kurt's jaw. Kurt's stomach did a back flip and he grinned even wider. "Now, come on."

Kurt allowed Blaine to pull him towards the dining table. He watched as Blaine pulled out a chair for him. Kurt sat down, still smiling. Blaine went to the kitchen, then came back. "You're really amazing, you know that?"

"You, too." Blaine grinned as he placed a plate down in front of Kurt. "Dinner is served. I hope you'll find the temperature to your liking."

Kurt spluttered and looked up at Blaine, who was staring back at him, a gleam in his eye. "Oh, how the context of that sentence has changed."

"It wouldn't be the only sentence that has changed context over the past couple of years," Blaine told him. "Another example would be 'fuck you'."

Kurt snorted and then Blaine pressed his lips to his and swallowed his laughter.

"Verdict," Blaine said, smiling across the table at Kurt.

"Not bad, Anderson," he told him, with a smirk, placing his fork down.

"You done?" Blaine asked and Kurt nodded. "Good! Come on! Part two!"

"Part two?" Kurt asked, eyebrows furrowing.

"Part two," Blaine emphasised, then reached down and tugged him up out of his seat and lead him to the bedroom.

"What's.. What is.. What?"

Blaine chuckled and watched as Kurt stared around their room in wonderment and awe. His blue eyes were on the fairy lights he and Santana had hung there earlier. They sent a pale glow all across the bed sheets.

"I—what?" Kurt said, turning to look at him. He looked so beautiful standing there, his blue eyes wide in amazement, his mouth open. He was paler than ever under those lights, like some sort of angel.

Blaine smiled and went to stand next to him. "I was trying to recreate the field," he told Kurt. "Stars," he said, gesturing up at the fairy lights. "Grass," he said, looking down at the fake roll of lawn they had put down on the floor. "And I laid a blanket down, or we can just stay on the bed. Your choice."

Kurt shook his head, opening and closing his mouth twice, as if he had been rendered speechless. Blaine reached down and grabbed his hand in his own. Kurt looked at him, the fairy lights reflected in his eyes.

"I know it's not much," Blaine told him. "But sometimes I just lay next to you and wonder how I ended up with someone as beautiful and amazing and talented as you are and I remember where it all began, how it all began and how you looked under the light of the moon, with your clothes off—not that you look any less breath taking with your clothes on—and how the stars and the moon weren't the most beautiful thing for once, because you were there, with your gorgeous eyes and your pale skin and your pretty mouth and I just.. Sometimes I miss that. Warming our bodies with each other's hands in the cool air, under the moon and just.. Just being, Kurt."

Kurt was smiling at him, his eyes glistening in the light. He gave him a nod, a signal that he understood.

"Are we different out here than we were out there?" Blaine found himself asking.

"No," Kurt said. "No, we're not different. Just better, closer—"

"Happier."

"Happier," Kurt agreed.

"Bed or floor?"

"Floor."

Blaine pushed Kurt gently to the blanket on the floor, near the window and kissed him under the make believe stars, while the real moon light slipped through the window and they shivered against one another as their shadows became one.

Blaine's lips were pressed to Kurt's pale neck, placing light, slow kisses to his soft skin, as he breathed in his familiar scent, the warmth of his body comforting as the cool air hit his bare skin, where Kurt's body wasn't. His fingers were lower down, stretching him open, getting him ready. Kurt twisted his head when Blaine's finger found his prostate and Blaine had no choice but to remove his mouth.

"I can't.." Kurt hissed, flinging his head back, baring his neck again.

"You.. Jesus Christ," Blaine breathed, eyes taking in the sight beneath him. "I wish you could see yourself, right now," he told him, leaning a little harder with his thigh where it was resting between Kurt's legs.

Kurt let out a moan and Blaine bent to swallow it, because they hadn't been like this in a while. Sure, they'd had sex (a lot of sex, actually), but it felt different, more exciting, better than ever. Blaine was just so crazy about him, that it was driving him insane.

"I'm so crazy about you, it's driving me insane," he said, out loud, taking his fingers out and giving Kurt a soothing kiss as he groaned at the loss. Blaine grabbed the lube again and coated his pulsing erection with it, his eyes closing at his own touch, then he reached down and pushed Kurt's thighs apart.

"Wait."

Blaine stopped in his tracks, his heart beating manically against his rib cage. He watched as Kurt pushed himself up and clutched Blaine's shoulders to steady himself. Blaine caught him and held him, so that he stayed upright. Then Kurt was kneeling and pushing Blaine down on his back.

"But..."

I need to be inside you.

I just spent ten minutes getting you ready.

Please just lie down and let me fuck you.

"Shh," Kurt said, climbing on top of Blaine. "I've got you."

Blaine narrowed his eyes in confusion, then realised what was happening when Kurt pushed himself up and reached behind himself to take Blaine's cock.

"Oh," Blaine said, voice hitching. "Oh my God. You're.. You—"

"Riding you," Kurt said, bluntly and Blaine's eyes widened round as saucers.

"We've never.."

"First time for everything," Kurt said, lining up Blaine's cock with his entrance.

Blaine didn't take his eyes off him as he eased himself down over it, his eyes closing, those fair lashes fluttering, looking silver in the pale light. His mouth opened and his chest rose and fell quickly and with a final push downwards, Blaine was fully inside him, the warmth almost too much.

"You're.. Kurt," Blaine managed.

"Shit," was all Kurt said.

"If it's too much.." Blaine said, noting the tight line that Kurt was making with his lips.

"It's not," he assured him. "Nothing with you is ever too much."

Blaine smiled, then groaned as his cock twitched a bit and Kurt breathed in quickly. He muttered a sorry and Kurt told him not to be and they waited for a few heartbeats, then Kurt said his name, nothing else, just his name.

"Blaine."

Blaine saw it in his eyes then, they were a shade darker than usual and Blaine knew he was ready, he could tell, he could feel it.

"Move for me, pretty boy."

"D-don't you m-mean 'ride me'?"

Blaine blinked. "What?"

Kurt groaned and raised his hips, then pushed himself back down and Blaine's body jerked instinctively. Kurt cried out and Blaine felt bad for having done that, for having caused him to cry out like that.

"Oh, God," he said, reaching out for his hand. "God, Kurt, baby, I'm so sorry. Shit—"

"Please stop talking."

"But—"

"Blaine," Kurt uttered, eyes watching him through a canopy of lashes. "I'm fine. I p-promise. I just need a minute."

"We could do it another way," Blaine offered.

"I thought you wanted this."

"Well, I mean, you look amazing and you feel amazing and all that," he said, swallowing hard. "But I don't want to hurt you."

Kurt took a deep breath, then lifted his hips again, before Blaine could protest. "I'm fine," he told Blaine, then dropped down again. "I p-promise."

Blaine tried to find it in him to take charge and tell Kurt no, because he really did not want to hurt him, but then Kurt was moving again and Blaine couldn't take his eyes off him and he felt so good and he just wanted to wrap himself up in him and never, ever let go.

And he could tell it was painful for him, he could see it in his eyes every time he pushed down back over him, but he was enjoying it, too. Blaine knew Kurt well enough at that stage to know the difference between the sounds of pain and pleasure that escaped his swelled lips.

"You're so beautiful," Blaine whispered. "God, Kurt. You don't even know—"

"You talk too much," Kurt exhaled. "Please just.. Just.."

"Lie back and take it?" Blaine offered and Kurt hit him playfully and a little weakly. Blaine tried to chuckle, but Kurt was moving faster, finding a rhythm, holding him by the forearms, fingernails leaving tiny crescent moons embedded in his skin. Blaine was caught between closing his eyes, because it was all too much, and keeping them open, because his boyfriend was the single most amazing, most gorgeous, most unreal thing on the planet.

Kurt made a sound then, a sound that Blaine couldn't even put words to and he shut his eyes and threw his head back, unable to control himself any more. His eyes had to stay closed, they just had to, there was no way he could—

Kurt's mouth was hot against his pulse, his wet lips trailing their way up to his ear and then he was whispering, voice thick, breath stiflingly hot against his skin.

"Open your eyes."

"I hate coming," Kurt said, shutting the bathroom door and walking around the bed. Blaine was lying there, flat on his back, eyes shut.

"You love coming," Blaine said, with a yawn. "I can back this statement up with two years of proof. You hate cleaning up after coming."

Kurt rolled his eyes and sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked down at Blaine, who was staring back at him through one open eye.

"Hi."

Kurt smiled.

"Come lie with me."

"You're on the floor."

"Mm hmm."

"Blaine."

"Kurt."

Kurt rolled his eyes, still smiling. "Think you can make it to the bed by yourself?"

"Are you offering to carry me?"

"I was offering to drag you, actually."

Blaine pushed himself up and yawned again. Kurt smiled down at him, his hair unkempt, small tufts and curls sticking up and going off in various directions. He reached down and offered him a hand, which Blaine took. Once on his feet, Blaine caught his balance, then turned to look down at Kurt. A glint flashed in his honey coloured eyes.

"Do not!"

Blaine threw himself on top of Kurt, so that they were both on the bed. Blaine laughed at the small squeal Kurt made, then swallowed his laughter for the millionth time, that night alone. Kurt crawled away from him after a while and climbed inside the covers. Blaine followed and went up close, then wrapped his arms around Kurt's slender waist and pressed a warm kiss to his bare, pale shoulder.

"You really didn't forget?" he whispered, sending a cool shudder all up and down Kurt's spine.

"No," he whispered back, meeting Blaine's lovely eyes. "Your card's in my bag, along with a gift voucher for that store you buy all those bow ties from. I would have picked a few out myself, but really, you've got so many at this point, I've got no idea which ones you already own any more. Though I really should be trying to help you kick your addiction—"

Blaine snorted and kissed Kurt's shoulder again. "Your card is under the bed and I bought you handcuffs."

Kurt's blue eyes were wide. "You are—"

"Kidding."

Kurt relaxed. "Asshole," he said.

"Jacket. Under the bed, with your card."

"Jacket?"

"That leather one," Blaine provided. "The one on that website."

"Oh, I remember," Kurt smirked. "'Leather is hot, Kurt.' 'You'd look totally hot in leather, Kurt.' 'That white one? Pfft! No, the leather would look way better, Kurt.'"

"The leather isn't what makes you hot."

Kurt gave him a full smile. "Thanks."

Blaine leaned up and kissed him on the lips, his own lips swelled and a little dry. Kurt sighed against his lips and he tasted so familiar, so perfect and beautiful and.. Everything. Kurt was everything.

"I love you," Blaine told him, once he pulled away.

"I love you, too," Kurt said, grabbing Blaine's left hand with his left hand and their bracelets, the ones that never came off, not ever, clacked together as they so often did and they closed their eyes and allowed sleep to pull them in, smiles on both of their faces, because this was real, this was what forever felt like.

"Colton Fisher."

Kurt looked up at the hand outstretched in front of him and saw the kid who had approached him the previous day smiling down at him. He was dressed like a seven year old again and sure, sometimes Blaine dressed like an old man, but this was different. Blaine at least looked cute, adorable, but Colton Fisher looked as if his mom had dressed him and then spat on his hair for good measure.

"Kurt Hummel," Kurt said, taking his hand.

"I know."

"Oh," Kurt nodded, letting Colton's sweating hand go. "Okay."

"Can I talk to you?"

"We're already talking," Kurt laughed a bit.

Colton looked alarmed, his dark eyes freezing for a moment, his thin lips stiff. He ran a hand through his dark, bowl-cut hair. "Could we maybe talk over lunch?"

"Uh," Kurt said, looking down at his watch. It was almost 1PM, almost lunch time and Kurt had planned on going to get lunch by himself and then meeting Rachel afterwards. "What exactly did you want to, um, discuss?" he asked, because it was entirely possible that Colton was hitting on him and he hadn't picked up on it.

Once he and Blaine had gone to Rachel's friend's birthday party (she was in Kurt's class, too, which was how he had gotten an invite, but she was more Rachel's friend than she was his) with Finn and Rachel, and Kurt and Blaine had had a long conversation with a guy called Nolan, who hadn't realised they were dating. After a while, Nolan was talking about going bowling and Blaine had just come out of nowhere with, "Nolan, you know Kurt and I are a couple, don't you?" and after that, Nolan had excused himself. Kurt asked Blaine what had just happened and Blaine told him he was really clueless, because apparently Nolan had been hitting on him for the entire night and Kurt hadn't noticed. He claimed he was just being nice, but Blaine just smiled, rolled his eyes, shook his head, took Kurt's hand and whispered, "Totally clueless."

Kurt needed to make sure Colton wasn't going to think lunch meant more than simply lunch.

"I just started my freshman year and I need some help with ancient history. I.. I wasn't sure who I could approach, but you seemed the most like me..."

Kurt stared back at him, horrified. Surely Colton didn't think they were alike and if he did, Kurt was going to go home and burn his entire wardrobe and get a new haircut. "Like you," Kurt repeated.

"Like me," Colton nodded and he blushed a little.

And then Kurt understood. He knew that look, knew that it held fear and embarrassment and uncertainty. He knew that look, because he remembered looking like that at one point, afraid of his sexuality, of himself and of what it meant to be who he was.

"Still in the closet?" Kurt asked, quietly. Colton caught his bottom lip between his pearly, white teeth and looked down at his shoes (which were awful). "It's okay," Kurt smiled, hoping he looked reassuring enough. "Let's get lunch and we'll talk about ancient history, or whatever."

Colton smiled, his whole face lighting up and Kurt thought that with the right stylist and a good moisturiser, he wouldn't be a half-bad looking guy and there was nothing Kurt loved more (with the exception of his boyfriend and his father) than the opportunity to make someone over.

The class ended and Blaine stood up and began gathering his things.

"I do love sitting here," Sebastian said, behind Blaine. "I get the best view."

Blaine turned around to look at him and realised he was staring at his ass. "Stop it, Sebastian," he said, tiredly. "You know I'm—"

"Yeah, yeah, I know about lover boy," Sebastian said, standing up, too. "When do I get to meet him anyway? Does he ever come pick you up?"

"He's got classes," Blaine said, simply, as he walked to the door. Sebastian followed him outside and they walked down the hall towards the lunch area.

"You got a picture of this super, fabulous guy, then?"

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "You want me to show you a picture of my boyfriend?"

"I want to know what my competition is."

Blaine sighed. "There is no competition, Sebastian," he said. "There never will be." And then he turned and walked away, leaving Sebastian by himself. Blaine arrived at the lunch hall and saw Santana sitting at their usual table eating an apple rather viciously.

"You're going to break your teeth," Blaine told her, as he pulled out a chair and sat down. Santana placed the half eaten apple down on the table and sighed. "Room mate again?" Blaine asked.

"What else?" Santana spat out. "I punched her today."

Blaine choked on his own laughter then. "Oh, God, Santana," he said. "Why? Or was there even a reason?"

"Of course there was a reason, midget," Santana rolled her dark eyes. "She's a homophobic asshole."

Blaine saw a flicker then, in her eyes, a flicker that told him that it hurt her, that whatever this girl had said had hurt her and she wasn't about to show it or admit it anyone.

"I swear, she never shuts the fuck up."

"Santana," Blaine said. "Kurt and I have a spare room. I mean, a lot of my stuff is in there, but we don't use the room at all. Do you want to come stay with us until you find something else?"

Santana looked genuinely taken aback, then, her eyes wide. "Are you—Seriously?"

"Seriously," Blaine nodded.

Santana studied him for a long time, then she smiled. "You know, Anderson?" she began. "Screw what those guys said about you at school. You're not half bad."

Blaine chuckled. "Yeah, it works both ways, Lopez."

"You home?" Blaine heard Kurt shouting and then the slam of the front door.

"Yep," he said, coming out of the spare bedroom. Kurt dropped his bag and went towards Blaine. "How's the ass?" Blaine grinned.

Kurt scowled at him. "Shut up."

"You're the one who insisted on ri—"

Kurt silenced him then, with a kiss and Blaine hummed against his lips and forgot what he was saying. He pulled back and grinned at Kurt, who was smiling at him, the smile visible in those bright blue eyes.

"I have something to tell you," Blaine said and Kurt's smile faded. "No, it's nothing—Kurt. It's nothing bad."

Kurt just blinked, moved his arms from around Blaine's neck and placed his hands on his shoulders, then stood still, waiting. Blaine sighed and leaned across and placed a butterfly kiss to his lips, hoping to comfort him, put him at ease, but Kurt continued to look worried.

"Stop that," Blaine smiled. "Stop not trusting me."

"I do trust you," Kurt said. "I just.. Don't know sometimes."

"Don't know what?"

Kurt shrugged. "I just wonder when you're going to realise you can do better."

Blaine spluttered a bit. "Are you serious?" he asked. Kurt only dropped his gaze. Blaine used a hand to tilt his chin back up, so that his kaleidoscope eyes were level with his. "There is no one better than you."

Kurt exhaled, smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Okay," he said. "So what did you need to tell me?"

The door opened with a slight bang and then the sound of Santana's voice swearing in Spanish came from behind a large brown box. Kurt gaped at her, then turned to look at Blaine, his eyes questioning him.

"Um, that was what I wanted to tell you about," he told Kurt.

"Oh, hey, roomie," Santana said, placing her box down.

Kurt gave Blaine a disapproving glare, then let him go and turned to face Santana. "What's going on?"

Santana smirked. "Something tells me you're not exactly thrilled to see me, Hummel."

"I—"

"It's not that," Blaine said, before Kurt could tell her just how not-exactly-thrilled he was that she was there. "He just didn't know. Santana, go put your things inside, he said, gesturing towards the door to the spare room, then he took Kurt's elbow in his hand and steered him to their bedroom. He closed the door.

"What's going on here, Blaine?"

"She's having trouble."

"Trouble," Kurt repeated.

"Her room mate," Blaine clarified, then told him everything Santana had told him earlier.

Kurt sighed and flung himself down on the bed. "How long is she going to be here?"

Blaine went and sat next to where he lay. "I said she could stay until she found some place else."

"I knew teaching you manners and good will was a bad idea."

"So she can stay?" Blaine asked, taking Kurt's hand.

"She's not a puppy you found on the streets, Blaine," he rolled his eyes, but Blaine saw the smile dancing on his pink lips. "Yes, she can stay, but we're going to have to lay down some rules here."

"Totally," Blaine agreed, because even though he felt sorry for her, he knew what Santana Lopez was like.

"Okay, good," Kurt said, sitting up. He leaned across and kissed Blaine quickly, before standing up and pulling the closet doors open.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asked.

"Going to have a bath," he informed him. "My everything hurts."

Blaine laughed out loud and Kurt glared at him, those eyes of his icy and cold. "I'll kiss your everything better later, I promise," he told him, standing up, too.

"Oh, God, Blaine," Kurt said, suddenly.

"What? What's wrong?"

"How are we going to... She's right next door, Blaine. These walls are paper thin."

Blaine smiled, then, when he realised what Kurt was referring to. "Well, we'll just have to make sure you stay quiet," he told his boyfriend.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh, because I'm the one who screams."

"You are," Blaine smiled.

Kurt didn't smile back. "We're screwed," he sighed.

"She knows what she's getting herself into, Kurt," Blaine uttered.

Kurt groaned and went into the bathroom and began filling the bath. Blaine went and stood in the frame of the door, watching him. He was moving slowly, obviously still hurting from the night before. He got the water to run with the right temperature, then sat down on the side of the bath and sighed.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked. "I can tell her to leave, if it bothers you that much."

Kurt looked up. "No, it's not that, I swear," he said. "It's just.. This kid, Colton came up to me today and he asked if I'd tutor him. He looks like sort of a lost cause, like he's afraid of life and God, I've never seen anyone dress as badly as he does—well, there's Rachel, but she's got better hair. He's still in the closet and he's scared and I.. I just said yes, but.. I don't know, I don't think I have the time to tutor him and get my own—"

"Kurt," Blaine said, firmly. "Relax. We'll figure it out, okay?"

"We will?" Kurt asked.

"We will," Blaine smiled. "We always do."

This time, Kurt smiled back.