After the boys bought paper, Blaine took Kurt to one of the tallest buildings in New York. He grabbed some blankets out of the cars and led Kurt to the roof top. There was a glass railing and beyond it one could see the whole city. “Perhaps this can serve as inspiration for you,” Blaine said gesturing to the view. The two boys huddled up under the blankets and Kurt went to writing. Blaine had also brought his script so he was memorizing lines. They sat there until night fall and Kurt had a pretty good chunk of a story written.

With nightfall came cold weather, so the boys gathered their things and drove back to Blaine's apartment. Blaine had suggested they eat in and get warm. Kurt didn't argue because he was too tired to eat out anyway. When they got back to the cozy apartment Kurt walked over to the “kitchen” which was actually a counter along the wall with a fridge and toaster oven.

“When you suggested we eat in I figured that meant you actually had food in here,” Kurt said as he looked in the fridge.

“What do you mean? I have lots of food!” Blaine answered and came up behind Kurt. He peered into the fridge and saw it was barren. “Oh, right. I was supposed to go grocery shopping yesterday…”

Kurt chuckled. “We'll just get creative,” Kurt announced. “Do you have flour?”

“Yeah, in the cupboard above you,” Blaine explained.

“I know what we can eat!” Kurt said as he grabbed the eggs from the fridge. There was also a tomato and some cheese which Kurt grabbed. He left the can whip cream because that wasn't going to fit in with Kurt's meal. After he grabbed the flour out of the cupboard and the yeast which was alongside it, he moved to an empty space on the counter. “Salt?”

“Over here,” Blaine answered. He grabbed it and handed it to Kurt, ignoring the flutter in his chest when their hands barely brushed. “There are mixers below the counter,” Blaine added before Kurt could ask.

Kurt just smiled at him and pulled out a kitchenaid. He found the dough insert and began measuring out flour, yeast, salt, and a couple of eggs. He threw them into the mixer and put it on low. “I usually just mix it in the mixer until it's in dough form. Then I knead it by hand because it's better.” Blaine nodded along with Kurt's explanation. Kurt pulled out Blaine's puree machine and tossed the tomato in it with a touch of flower. Blaine raised his eyebrows at this but Kurt told him it would thicken the sauce.

“You know, most people don't have all these fancy kitchen gadgets, but they do have a stove.”

“Do you see room for a stove?”

Kurt chucked again. He pulled the dough out of the mixer and gestured to Blaine. “I've never made dough before,” Blaine tried to say, but Kurt wouldn't have it. He walked up behind Blaine and grabbed his hands, placing them on the dough in front of them.

“It's easy, like this,” Kurt explained. Then Kurt moved Blaine's fingers through the dough a couple of times, showing him how to knead. Blaine tried to focus on the task at hand but it was hard with Kurt's warm body pressed against his.

The puree machine sounded, informing the boys that the tomato was officially in sauce form. Kurt left Blaine to work the dough and moved over to the hot plate. He put the tomato sauce in a pan and heated it. He added a little salt to it for flavoring and tossed the rest of the salt behind him, it's good luck right? Wrong.

Blaine started sputtering behind him. “What was that for?”

“Huh?” Kurt asked and turned around. Then he saw little salt crystals all over Blaine's shirt and some in one of his eyebrows. He busted up laughing. “I'm so sorry!” he said between tears of laughter.

“You look it,” Blaine answered sarcastically.

“Throwing salt over your shoulder is good luck!” Kurt tried to explain. “Here, let me help you.” Kurt walked over to Blaine and ran his thumb over his eyebrow. He didn't want any salt to fall into the younger boy's eye. He finished wiping Blaine's eyebrow and shifted his hand, but now he was cupping Blaine's jaw. The brown eyed boy was staring at Kurt, and Kurt was gazing right back.

“Kurt,” Blaine whispered.

“Yes?” Kurt answered. Did Blaine want more? Could Kurt give him that? Yes. He could and he would, but more importantly, he wanted to. What Blaine said next though was not what he was expecting.

“Your sauce is burning.” Kurt pulled away and rushed to his sauce. Blaine thought he caught a glimpse of disappointment cross the taller boys features though.

The rest of the meal was made in silence. They spread the sauce onto the dough and cut it up small enough to fit into the toaster oven. Then they spread some cheese over top and baked it. While it was cooking they moved into the living room and turned on the television. Blaine flipped through the channels trying to find a movie to watch. One of the channels landed on a war scene from Saving Private Ryan. Blaine tried to flip faster but it was to late, he felt Kurt stiffen beside him.

Blaine turned toward his friend to find him frozen. He waved a hand in front of his face and got no reaction. He tried snapping but that didn't provoke any reaction either. His friend was frozen in place. He is probably in a trance. Blaine thought. How do I get him out of it?. However the sound of the toaster oven going off awoke Kurt.

Kurt jerked forward, sucking a deep breath. “Oh my God, Kurt! Are you okay?”

Kurt looked up, seeing Blaine. Then it slowly came back to him. He wasn't back in camp, he was here with Blaine. He was safe. Kurt threw his arms around Blaine upon remembering. Blaine hugged him back but didn't really understand what was going. Blaine was about to ask but the toaster oven went off again. They both got up and went into the kitchen.

“The edges are a little crispy otherwise it looks good.”

“The edges are black, Blaine,” Kurt answered.

“I'm trying to stay positive here,” Blaine replied and stuck his tongue out. Kurt chuckled, and with that the episode from a few minutes ago was set aside. Not forgotten by either boy, but not worth mentioning.

When they went back into the living room Blaine turned the television off. He instead put on the radio. There was a station which played show tunes. He hummed along to some of them while they ate. It was otherwise silent in the room, but not uncomfortable. When they finished eating Blaine put their dishes in the sink. While he was in the kitchen he heard Kurt singing. He strained his ears and realized what song had come on the radio. Come What May. Blaine walked back into the room with Kurt and sang along with him.

Blaine didn't know what, but he could tell this song meant something to Kurt. Hell, it meant something to himself. He loved this song and dreamed of singing it on his wedding day. By the end of the song, both boys were choked up with emotion. “That's the first I've sang since…”

Blaine looked at the chestnut haired boy. He wasn't waiting any longer. He walked over to Kurt, slowly because he wanted to give Kurt plenty of time to back out. Kurt was sitting on the couch so Blaine crouched in front of him, reaching up to cup his hands around Kurt's jaw. Kurt leaned down while Blaine leaned in and their lips met. The kiss was soft. Blaine had a few other kisses from back in his Dalton days; Kurt, however, had never kissed anyone before. Hesitantly, Kurt parted his lips and Blaine responded by slipping his tongue into Kurt's mouth. The kiss was still slow and sweet, but Blaine's knees started to hurt from crouching so he moved up a little, pushing Kurt back. Kurt pulled Blaine up onto the couch next to him and continued to kiss him. Blaine laid back on the couch and Kurt moved overtop him. Their lips became disconnected during the transition but Kurt quickly reattached them. Blaine's arms wrapped around Kurt's middle and his hands rested on the tops of his shoulders.

Kurt was quickly becoming addicted to those plush lips, but as soon as he started feeling things move in his lower anatomy, he pulled away and kissed Blaine's cheek before burying his face in Blaine's shoulder. When he kissed Blaine's cheek, his hand came to rest on the opposite of the one he kissed. Blaine turned his head slightly and kissed Kurt's palm softly. That made Kurt blush and feel fuzzy inside. He moved his face from it's hiding spot and rested his chin on Blaine's chest so he could look him in the eye.

“Hi,” Blaine whispered.

“Hi,” Kurt whispered back.

Blaine's head was against the arm of the couch, giving him the support he needed to look at Kurt. “Was that okay?”

Kurt chuckled and Blaine thought that may just be his new favorite sound. “More than okay,” Kurt answered. “Not bad for a first kiss.”

Blaine looked at him in disbelief. “That was your first kiss?” Blaine couldn't believe it. Kurt was so beautiful how had no one kissed him.

“Yeah silly. I was drafted while I was in high school. After that the only boys I've been around were homophobic soldiers and your brother.”

“Did they bother you after he died? I know you said he protected you while he was alive, but, did they hurt you after?”

Kurt shook his head. “There was one incident just before we left. Some neanderthal that was in school with me and also got drafted snuck into my tent one night, but thankfully the night guard came by and told him to get lost.”

Blaine gasped. “What would've happened had he not been stopped?”

“I don't know,” Kurt answered. “It's not something I like to think about.”

Blaine nodded in understanding. After a few more minutes of just laying there lazily, Kurt had fallen asleep, still on top of Blaine. Blaine carefully reached over to the blanket he always kept on the back of the couch and draped it over them. He ran his fingers through soft brown hair before drifting off to sleep as well.