Kurt rolled his eyes and tapped his pen against his notebook. "Finn, I reminded you at breakfast," he glanced at Blaine, who was propped up against the foot of his bed, with a textbook in his lap, "sorry, he has no manners."

Blaine grinned and waved at Finn. "No problem, did you need something, Finn?"

Finn shifted awkwardly and bit his lip. "Er, well. Kurt? Can you come to my room really quick?"

"Finn, I'm busy, and I have company," Kurt sighed, looking back down at his homework. He looked back up when Finn cleared his throat. "Okay, I'll be right there." He pushed himself out from his desk chair and smiled at Blaine, "he's hopeless, I'll be right back."

"I'll be here," Blaine returned the smile and started erasing something from his notebook.

Kurt followed Finn into Finn's room and immediately had a shirt shoved in his face. He laughed and closed the door behind him. "Let me guess, you tore your favorite shirt."

Finn shrugged and sat down on his bed. "Man, I don't even know how I did it this time, I just grabbed it out of the closet, and I heard a noise and bam, there it was."

Kurt unfurled the wrinkly mess of shirt to inspect the shirt and yeah, it was a pretty nasty tear. His eyes followed the tear line as he fixed it slowly and tossed the shirt back to Finn. "That was your emergency? A tear in your shirt? What do you even need it for, anyway?"

Finn mumbled something that Kurt didn't quite catch and Kurt stepped closer to Finn, bending over to be closer to Finn's head. "What, I didn't quite hear that?" Kurt asked.

"I said I'm taking Quinn out tonight," Finn repeated, a little louder this time.

Kurt's jaw dropped slightly and he straightened his back. "Well, that didn't take long. You know what, I'm going to go back to Blaine, you—you just, you do what you want. You better figure out how to iron or have your mom iron that before you leave, though. It's a disaster, and don't even think about coming back to me and asking. Have fun tonight, I guess." He turned to leave and stopped when he felt Finn's hand on his wrist.

"Thanks, bro. Are you doing, ya know—okay, with Blaine?"

Kurt twisted back around and shook Finn's hand off his wrist. "So far, yeah. Anyway, he's going to wonder what's taking me so long. I hope you know what you're doing, Finn."

Finn shrugged and leaned back so he was lying on his bed. "I hope I do, too."

Kurt went back to his room and shot Blaine an apologetic look. "Sorry, he was having a wardrobe crisis." He went to go sit back down at his desk when Blaine grabbed his hand and pulled him down next to him.

"S'ok," Blaine smiled and pushed his book off his lap, wrapping his arm around Kurt. "He looked nervous, everything okay?"

Kurt nodded and leaned into Blaine. "Yeah, he's fine." Kurt hadn't lied when he told Finn that he was doing okay, so far, with Blaine. Even when Blaine had kissed him for the first time a week ago, by some miracle, he had managed to control himself and been able to focus enough to actually kiss him back.

"What are you thinking about?" Blaine asked, shifting slightly so he was facing more towards Kurt.

"Oh," Kurt shook his head, blushing. He felt his stomach tighten when he saw Blaine's hand come up and rest on his cheek, and he leaned into the touch, just barely. His eyes darted towards the door, open per his dad's orders—who was currently sitting downstairs—and he would've loved to slam it shut right then. He looked back at Blaine and Blaine was rightthere, and, oh my. Kurt let his eyelids droop when he watched Blaine's tongue dart out to lick his own lips quickly before Blaine's hand moved to his neck and pulled him forward, pressing their lips together. And, whoa.

Kurt almost froze for a second because, well. This was new. This was so much different than the short kiss they had shared outside Blaine's car a week ago. They hadn't kissed all week at school because, well. It was school and they had been pretty busy. He felt Blaine's fingers curling against his hair on the nape of his neck ever so slightly and he let himself relax, parting his lips just barely and he could've sworn he heard Blaine moan.

What—what was he supposed to do with his hands? His hands shook a little and he settled with keeping one in his lap and moving one up to Blaine's chest—

As soon as Kurt's hand rested in the general vicinity of Blaine's heart, he could feel how fast Blaine's heart was beating, which almost made him smile, because his heart was beating just as fast, but then he heard it—

I wonder if Kurt thinks I'm a good kisser

Kurt's eyes flew open and he pushed Blaine back, ignoring the shocked look from Blaine because holy shit his head was suddenly absolutely killing him. He leaned back until he felt his back against the floor and covered his eyes with his hands and tried to block out everything, including Blaine's worried voice asking him what the heck just happened.

He knew, knew Blaine hadn't said that out loud. There was no way, seeing as Blaine's mouth had been attached to his own at the time. Oh, god. This was a horrible time for this to be happening. He tried to open his eyes and couldn't, it just hurt so much. His head felt like it was going to explode. He felt Blaine touching his shoulder, and he could hear that Blaine was near tears. Shit, that wasn't supposed to happen.

"Kurt, please, tell me what's going on," Blaine whispered.

"Dad," Kurt grunted, and ow, that hurt. "Please, go get my dad." He heard Blaine scramble to stand and run downstairs. Well, this was going to be embarrassing. How was he going to explain that he somehow got a new ability while making out with his boyfriend?

"Kurt, what happened?"

Kurt felt his dad kneel beside him and he couldn't even bear to move, it hurt so bad. He just grunted and tried to shake his head, but ohmygod, that was a mistake, he felt his stomach roll.

"Mr. Hummel, we were just—er, well. He just all of a sudden fell back and covered his eyes and—"

Kurt heard his dad stand. "He gets really bad sudden migraines, kid. I think it's best if you just head home, now. I'll have him call you when he starts feeling better. It may not be for a day or so, though."

"O-oh, okay. Well," Kurt heard Blaine move around, picking up books, all of which was way too loud, but he couldn't even say anything. He wanted to comfort Blaine, to tell him everything was okay, that it wasn't his fault, but nothing was working right now. He felt someone kneel by him and when a pair of lips met his forehead, he reached out to set his hand on Blaine's chest again, just to check.

Pleasedonthateme pleasedonthateme

A searing pain shot through his head again and he withdrew his hand with a groan, returning his hand to cover his eyes.

"Okay, well, bye, Kurt," Blaine whispered, and then stood to leave.

Kurt heard Blaine walk out of his room and he tried to move, but jesus that hurt.

"Hang on, I'll get Finn to haul you into bed, I think you're in for a rough couple of hours," Burt said softly.

He soon felt two strong arms lift him up and gently lay him on his bed, and even that movement made his stomach roll again. He swallowed hard to fight back the nausea, and tried to find a comfortable position that make his head feel even worse than it already did.

When Kurt woke up, he tried to roll over but ran into something. He brought a hand up to his eyes, rubbing them to clear the blurriness and saw Finn sitting there, looking at him with more concern than he'd ever seen. "Finn, what on earth are you doing in my bed?"

"Er, well. Your dad said someone needed to keep an eye on you till you woke up, so here I am," Finn said, shrugging.

Kurt pushed himself up on an elbow, groaning slightly at the slight twinge of pain that his head made at the movement. "So you decided my bed was the best place?"

"I wanted to be right here in case you needed something," Finn said, and picked at his shirt. "You were really, really out of it, dude."

Suddenly everything that had happened started coming back to Kurt and his eyes widened. "Finn, go get my dad, now."

Finn laughed and rolled off the bed. "Yeah, he said you may want to talk to him right after you woke up. Oh, and you may want to call or text Blaine. He looked kinda… freaked out when he left."

Kurt fell back against the bed and sighed. He couldn't believe it. Of all things. Of all things! And, seriously. Why now, why right at that moment. He just had to freak his boyfriend out. If he even had a boyfriend anymore. He probably scared him away for good. He glanced around the room and saw his phone at its usual place on his desk, so he sent it towards his open hand. He opted for a text message because he was too nervous to actually hear Blaine's voice, just in case Blaine didn't want anything to do with him anymore.

I'm sorry about earlier. Migraines can get really out of hand. I didn't mean to freak you out. Are you okay?

He set his phone down when his dad walked into his room, luckily without Finn. He moved to sit up against his headboard and cross his arms over his chest. "So, mind telling me when you were going to casually mention that I was going to learn to read minds?"

Burt's eyes widened and he moved to sit down in Kurt's desk chair. "Oh, so that's what that was. Hmm. Well, first, you know we don't talk about what's coming—"

"Dad, this one is kind of a big deal!"

Burt held up his hand. "Second, I didn't think that this one would show itself so early."

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "What do you mean, so early?"

Burt sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Look, Kurt. You were touching Blaine when it happened, I'm guessing?"

Kurt blushed and nodded. "Yeah, I uh," he coughed and his eyes darted to his phone when it buzzed.

Am I okay? I'm fine! Are YOU okay? I've been so worried!

Kurt smiled and looked up at his dad, who motioned to continue with his phone, so he returned Blaine's text.

I'm feeling better. Sorry you had to see that.

"Kurt," Burt sighed. "For right now, avoid touching Blaine wherever you touched him. It's far too early for you to be starting this."

Kurt tilted his head, even more confused. He flicked one finger against his thumb, lighting it, just for something to do. "What do you mean, it's too early, Dad? You've never not explained things to me when it comes to my abilities."

"No fire in the house," Burt said sternly, and shook his head. He rested his hands on his thighs and pushed himself up off the chair. "Just, trust me, kid."

Kurt sighed and shook his wrist, putting out the flame. "Dad, so you're telling me not to go anywhere near Blaine's heart—that's where it was, by the way, where I touched him—so I don't read his mind, which in turn, gave me the worst headache of my life. And, is that going to happen every time? Am I supposed to stay away from touching everyone in the chest?"

Burt scratched his head and sat back down, sighing. "No, kid. It'll only happen with Blaine, at first. That's," he breathed deeply, " that's why I'm surprised it started so early. And, the headaches won't be so bad after the first one, and after a while, they won't happen at all. Your head just has to get used to the effect."

Kurt tugged at his hair, frustrated. "Dad, you're not making any sense. Just tell me what's going on. Tell me everything." His eyes darted to his phone when it buzzed again.

I'm just glad you hear you're okay. Maybe meet for coffee tomorrow if you're up to it?

"Okay," Burt said after a long pause. He stood and shook his head. "I'll be right back."

Kurt watched his dad leave his room, extremely confused. His head still ached just enough that it was mildly annoying and everything his dad was telling him was just making it worse. He looked up when his dad came back, holding an envelope. "What's that?"

"This," Burt said, letting out a long breath, "your mother wrote to you a long time ago, and I didn't think I'd have to give it to you for a long time. But, apparently you found—er, well. I'll just let you read it." He dropped the envelope on Kurt's bed and sighed. "Kurt, just—just read it, and don't get too worked up about it, okay? I'll leave you to it."

Kurt watched his dad leave his room and he stared at the envelope on his bed for a beat, before looking up at his door, and shutting it. He reached for the envelope with shaky hands and took a deep breath before opening it, and unfolding the letter that it contained. His eyes pricked with tears when he saw her handwriting.

My dearest Kurt-

By reading this, I'm guessing you've found your ability to hear someone's thoughts. Not just anyone's thoughts, though. Someone very special. It starts with a touch (their chest near their heart, their head, their hand) and yes, there is pain, baby. The pain goes away, I promise.

Whoever you start this connection with, my son, is no doubt someone you'll be with for a long time, for you've cared for them for a long while. I'm so happy for you, baby. You will learn to control it, just like everything else. Soon you won't need to touch, and you'll be able to do it with others, too. It always starts with your first love, my darling.

Don't let this ability control you, my son. I hardly ever used it, after I learned to control it.

With all my love,

Mom