Blaine returned to his dormitory knowing that Kurt would most likely be just leaving McKinley any minute now. That gave him a little over an hour to get ready. He looked around his room and became worried. Kurt had been in Blaine's room before, but Blaine felt he needed to at least make it look like he made an effort to look neater than it was.

There were a few items of clothes, undergarments and pajamas mostly, strewn on the floor, something Blaine only did when he was in a hurry; books were piled haphazardly everywhere, his bed was made, but not very neatly, and he noticed a small sheen of dust brewing in different places around his room. He sighed thinking that it wasn't a laboring effort to tidy up, but he also had to pick an outfit to wear because he didn't want to stay in his school uniform anymore than he had to; he needed a shower and styling his curly mop wasn't exactly a quick task. So, without taking too much time to think about much else he could do in an hours time he pulled out his Ipod and pressed play to a random playlist he had made recently and began disrobing his uniform so he wouldn't ruin it with cleaning products and dust.

He cleaned his room wearing nothing but his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He vacuumed and dusted, straightened his books, threw his dirty laundry in his hamper in the closet, grabbed the flameless candles from the overhead shelf and put them on the window sill, and as he was making his bed he had an idea.

He took all his pillows and his duvet covered comforter off his bed and spread them out on the floor next to his bed. It's not great, but he'll think it's cute, Blaine thought. He had gotten things to a point where he felt they were about as good as they were going to get when his phone rang. It was a text from Kurt. It read: Sorry. Running late. Had 2go home 2change.

Blaine smiled and wrote him back. "U don't have 2change ur clothes 4me. I thought u looked great 2 hours ago."

"Rachel knocked Mr. Shoo's tea on my pants just before we left. I'm gonna kill her 4 making me L8."

"L Don't take 2 long picking an outfit. It'll cut into our limited amount of time."

"No worries. I'll wear what I picked out 4 2morrow."

"When will you be here?"

"6? Hopefully?"

Blaine did the math in his head. Kurt's curfew is ten. If he leaves at nine he will be a little late, but that won't bother his dad. "3 hrs… never enough is it?"

"Just be happy we have it at all. Now stop texting me. :-P Ur taking time away from me getting ready. C U 6. 3"

"Last one I promise. Drive safe 3 u 2"

Blaine put his phone down and tried to stay positive about his three hours. Kurt's right, he thought. Three hours is better than nothing. The day started off with none and now I'll have seen him twice today. He held onto this thought as he grabbed his shower caddy and towel. He slipped on a pair of flip flops and walked down the dorm hallway in his underwear to the bathroom with the towel slung over his shoulder.

As Blaine passed by dorm rooms, some of which had open doors and music blaring, he head random whistles and humorous comments from the people in side. He lived in Crathern Hall, which was a popular dormitory for many of the Warblers. By the look of the rooms, it was apparent which families had the money to afford the full tuition without financial aid . Some rooms were bigger than others, some rooms were doubles, some were triples, some were the size of either one, but housed only one person like Blaine. The perks of being bullied for being gay, he thought. His father came up with the idea for Blaine to live alone because while the school had an anti bullying rule, he knew that not every boy at Dalton would be as accepting. Blaine found that his father was wrong, but didn't say anything because he did enjoy the privacy and it came in handy for times such as tonight.

Most of the rooms contained what appeared to be the best of everything. Blaine didn't really care for money, but he grew up with it and knew the importance of having it. He had the latest hi-tech gadgets in his room and a shiny new mustang convertible that he refused to bring to campus with him. A car meant that his parents expected him to visit home. Wes let him borrow his BMW whenever he wanted to visit Kurt, so other than traveling to Lima, he had no need for a vehicle. And because of the dress code at Dalton, he had little need for many clothes so shopping wasn't a popular activity, but his closet held designer clothes like most the other boys in Dalton wore. Kurt had fit right in with his great taste, but no one got to see his spectacular fashion sense because he didn't live in the dorms and seldom came to campus on the weekends. When he first transferred, Blaine overheard a few people speculating what his parents must do for work. They thought he was from money because of his regal presence and knowledge of all things high end.

There may have been an anti-bullying rule at Dalton, but that didn't stop the snobs from gossiping. Blaine never commented because he didn't care about where Kurt came from. He always liked him just the way he was: beautiful and pure.

Blaine stepped under the hot water and as it snaked through his hair and down his body he thought of first meeting Kurt. Looking back he knew now that he'd wanted Kurt since the moment he saw him. He spoke to him on a staircase upon first glance he thought he looked like a porcelain doll because he had amazingly smooth features. He was beautiful even then. Then having coffee with him later and seeing his vulnerability when he teared up about a "Neanderthal who has made it his mission to make my life miserable. And no one seems to notice." Blaine hated thinking about Kurt being upset. He knew Kurt was drowning and felt it was his responsibility to save him. He started sending him encouraging texts throughout the days to help boost him back up and hung out with him here and there to give him an idea of what it was like to be around other gay men. Blaine enjoyed his company too. He had other gay friends, but Kurt was different. They had similarities and being around Kurt was simple and easy. He felt light hearted around Kurt. That should have been a warning sign that he wanted to be with him, but he was blinded by an older guy in his early twenties who flirted with him on a regular basis. Kurt was there to help him through when the man turned him down on Valentine's Day. Even though he unknowingly lead him into thinking that he was the one he was planning to serenade that day. Unselfish. That is another word he added to Kurt's list of attributes.

He washed up quickly and had another idea as he styled his hair. He walked back to his room with his towel wrapped around his waist and saw that he had half an hour left. He grabbed a pair of jeans that Kurt mentioned liking on him and a sweater that Kurt said balanced out his skin tone perfectly then jogged down to Wes's room.

Wes' door was open, but he looked like he was right about to leave. "Hey, can I borrow your car for fifteen minutes?" Blaine asked. "I just need to run to the store."

Wes raised his eyebrows in such a way that told Blaine he had an inner dialogue going on in his head. He caught on quickly. "Oh! No!" He chuckled. "Not for that-or those. I wanted to buy flowers."

Wes' eyes squinted a little, disbelieving Blaine's excuse, but he didn't want to ruin his friend's night so he pulled out his car keys from his desk drawer and handed them to Blaine. "Right. Flowers," he said. "While you're there-buying flowers- maybe you should pick up, I don't know, a couple other things that, you know, aren't flowers." Wes winked.

Blaine knew it was all in good fun, but the insinuation hit a nerve. "We're not having sex."

"I don't need to know, but sometimes these things aren't planned and it's important to be prepared." Blaine just stared him down. "Have a fun night. I'm going to dinner."

"Thanks for the car." Before Wes had a chance to say "you're welcome" Blaine was already in a full sprint to the student parking lot.