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Kurt awoke in the morning with a smile on his face. His smile turned into a frown when he remembered his dream and how close he had been to it being reality the previous night. Turning on his side, he saw a head of curly hair.

Blaine had spent the night? That wasn't planned.

Kurt rolled off the bed and stared down at the sleeping boy. He was even beautiful in his slumber.
His dream reinforced what the boy already knew. He fell for Blaine Anderson, and he fell hard. Kurt was torn between wanting this boy forever, or waiting forever to let him know. The benefits of Blaine knowing how Kurt felt were great, but the chance of denial from the boy is what stopped him from telling Blaine days ago.

There was no way to tell if Blaine returned the feelings. Sure he has sung to him twice, even if it was indirectly, but that can just be justified as friendliness.

After being left by James, Kurt couldn't handle that happening again.

As Kurt was going through his skin care routine, he heard a yawn come from the next room. Craning his neck, he could make out Blaine sitting up on the bed.

"Kurt?"

"I'm in here." Kurt responded.

Blaine entered the bathroom and Kurt suppressed his laughter at the state of Blaine's hair. The curls were arranged in a mess that resembled a bird’s nest. Looking into the mirror above Kurt's head, the other boys face twisted into a look of realization. "Oh god. What happened to my head?"

"Sleep did honey." Kurt's smile was as wide as his face.

"Do you mind if I take a quick shower? I don't want to even look outside with this helmet." Blaine asked.

"Oh- su-re." Kurt stuttered out.

Thoughts swarmed Kurt's head of tenor in the shower. In his shower. Before his embarrassment of thinking that overwhelmed him, he quickly got out of the room and heard the door shut behind him.

Sitting on his bed, the countertenor figured out what he had to do. In order for him to make his decision of telling Blaine how he feels, he has to get outside opinions on the situation.

An hour later, the boys were dressed and upstairs eating breakfast. Burt and Carole left for work and Finn was still most likely asleep. After they finished, Blaine excused himself to go home to do homework. As soon as the boy was out the door, Kurt had his phone out and Mercedes number dialing.

“Mercedes I need you and Rachel to get your fine asses over to my house now. I need my girls.” Kurt burst out as soon as the girl picked up the phone.

“Woah hold on there white boy. What’s this about?”

“I’ll explain after, just try and get here really, really soon. And bring food. Lots of food.”

“It must be big if you want food. Well just wait for about a half hour and I’ll be there with little miss diva.” Mercedes reassured Kurt.

After hanging up the phone, Kurt allowed himself to catch his breath and to break down. He had no idea what he was doing. Blaine was supposed to be his best friend. He’s only known him for a short time, yet he captured his heart in a way that no one else has ever done. Because that was just it, he was in love with Blaine. He couldn’t help it either, it was inexplicable.

Mercedes showed up 29 minutes on the dot with Rachel in tow and arms full of junk food. “Ok Kurt, get your cute little ass to your room and start explaining what the hell is going on with you.”

The girls followed Kurt up to his room and he collapsed on the bed. He murmured into the pillow and neither girl understood what he said. “Kurt honey, you’re going to have to sit up and talk to us normally.” Rachel cooed.

“I’m screwed.” Kurt huffed out.

“Why are you screwed, what happened?”

“It’s Blaine. I think I’m in love with him. Every time he’s near my heart beats faster. Every time his hand even brushes mine, I stop breathing. I had a fucking dream about kissing him last night. Hell, he slept over twice unintentionally, and on those nights I slept like a baby. I just don’t know what to do.”

Both girls just stared at Kurt with their mouths open before Rachel opened her mouth to speak. “Oh Kurt. Finally.”

“Why finally?” The boy asked his mind running a mile a minute trying to decipher Rachel’s words.

“Because your eyes have finally opened and seen what’s in front of you. We’ve been waiting for you to admit to us that you feel this way about Blaine.” Mercedes told Kurt with a small smile on her face.

“But what am I supposed to do? I’m worried that he won’t like me back and that it will ruin my friendship.” The countertenor confessed.

The two girls started laughing and Kurt looked on baffled at his friend’s response to his fears. “Why are you two laughing? I’m pouring my heart out and you guys are giggling like madwomen.”

“Because you’re so oblivious Kurt! Blaine is just as head over heels about you as you are for him!” Rachel managed to get out as she was laughing.

“Wait, what? What are you talking about? He’s not. He can’t be. No. No.” Kurt sat up on the bed shaking his head.

“Why are you trying to deny it honey? I thought you would be overjoyed to hear that. What’s wrong with him returning your feelings?” Mercedes asked thoughtfully.

Kurt paused in his pacing that he picked up. Why did he actually not want Blaine to feel the same way? Thinking about it, Kurt couldn’t find a justifiable reason. “I really don’t know. I guess I’ve just been telling myself that this would end up like Finn or Sam and that he wouldn’t like me back.”

“Kurt, he does, so you shouldn’t be scared. Nothing bad can come from this.” Rachel told Kurt.

Once the boy had calmed himself down, he sat between the girls and they spent the rest of the night watching musicals and eating their hearts out. After Rachel and Mercedes left, Kurt went to sleep with a smile on his face.

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The following day, Kurt was walking down the hallway when he spotted a group of football players with Karofsky in the group. Lately Karofsky had just left Kurt alone, but only physically. Glares and stares were thrown his way whenever he looked his way. The looks scared Kurt down to his core. The stares were harsher when Kurt was with Blaine, and he couldn’t place why that would be.

Later that day before glee, Kurt was putting his last books into his locker when Karofsky passed him and pushed him into his locker for the first time in over a week. Following his retreating figure, Kurt gathered all his courage that he had and followed the football player into the locker room.
“Hey Karofsky! What the hell is your problem with me?” Kurt demanded.

“My problem with you is that you’re in here trying to sneak a peek at my junk.” The larger boy sneered.

“Oh yeah, because I’m gay I look at every guy’s junk. Face it, you are not my type.”

“Shut up Hummel!” Dave inched closer to him with his hands balled into fists.

“Do it. Hit me. You can’t beat the gay out of me exactly like how I can’t beat the ignorance out of you-.” Before Kurt could finish, a pair of lips were on his trying to part his lips. Kurt froze and was too scared to move. Karofsky kept up his attack on Kurt’s lips whilst the other boy was trying to figure out how to get him off himself. Finally, as in some twist of fate, Karofsky moved back and stared at Kurt’s face. As he was coming back in for another kiss, he felt a slap upon his face and stepped back in shock.

“Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me.” Kurt panted out.

“If you ever breath a word about this to anyone, I will kill you.” Karofsky turned and walked out of the locker room leaving Kurt frozen on the spot.