He wasn't trying to avoid Blaine. It's just that even the idea of Blaine made him lose every coherent thought and that wasn't promising—because that sent his sense of control flying out the window.

It always starts with your first love, my darling.

His mother's words were burned into his mind and he couldn't shake them. His first love?

Kurt couldn't finish that thought process because Blaine had chosen that exact moment to burst into the room, throw papers everywhere and –

Oh yeah, oh yeah, so scared of breakin' it that you won't let it bend…

Kurt huffed and tried to mumble along with his part of the song but he just couldn't focus. Even when Blaine grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into the hallway to continue the song, he just faked a smile and tried to act like nothing was wrong but really, he was mostly freaked out.

Love?

Blaine?

A banging noise startled him and he looked at a mass of Warblers still singing, all pounding along to the rhythm of the song on a couple of tables and Kurt briefly wondered what they'd all think if the tables suddenly shot down the hallway. At least that would help him focus for a second.

He knew he wasn't in love with Blaine. He couldn't be, not…yet, at least. He leaned up against the wall and watched Blaine finish the song and sighed. Blaine was so gorgeous and carefree when he sang. Kurt definitely could fall in love with Blaine, he knew.

And that's a lot of what's had him so out of…focus. He felt on the edge of control, struggling to contain himself, especially around Blaine all day. Blaine had met him between classes, and at lunch, and Kurt was so on edge by the time practice had rolled around he felt like his world was going to tip on its axis.

It was one thing to find out you could read minds.

It was a completely different thing to learn that it started with one person. Your first love.

And for Kurt, apparently that was Blaine.

Kurt needed to get home, before he completely lost control of everything. He was fading, and fast. He heard Blaine yell something about an opening number, but it all sounded fuzzy and far away. He started walking down the hallway and stopped when he felt a hand on his arm—he quickly turned on his heel and blinked when he saw Blaine.

"Hey, where are you going? Are you feeling okay?" Blaine asked, concern flashing in his eyes.

Kurt cleared his throat and shook his head, "No uh," his eyes darted to Blaine's chest and he had to force himself not to reach out to touch and what the hell—he could feel his hands heating up—oh god he was losing it. He looked at Blaine, eyes frantic. "I gotta go home. Migraine."

"Still?" Blaine reached up and lightly brushed his fingers against Kurt's forehead, and Kurt couldn't help himself from leaning into the touch. Blaine was completely missing how dire this situation was for Kurt, though. "Let me go grab my stuff, I'll drive you home. You can't drive like this—you look like you're going to collapse."

Well, Kurt couldn't argue with Blaine there, but his heart started to bang against his chest at the thought of Blaine driving him in this state. Sure, he probably wouldn't have been able to physically drive himself home but he could've done it. His hands still felt warm and that was really worrying him because he had had control over his fire ability for a while now and the fact that he wasn't in control right now was making matters worse.

He looked up when Blaine appeared in front of him again, bag slung over his shoulder and worry all over his face. "I—yeah, my car?"

Blaine shook his head and wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulders, pulling him close. "It'll be fine, here. Let's go."

Kurt shook his wrists, trying to will away the warmth and took a deep breath as Blaine walked him out to the parking lot. He hadn't felt this on edge in ages and it was so draining holding everything in. And now, having Blaine drive him home, he knew he'd have to contain himself at home, too.

Otherwise Blaine would definitely find out.

And Kurt was so not ready for that.

Kurt barely registered the drive to his house, and his head fell against Blaine's shoulder when Blaine helped him get out of his car. His heart fluttered a little when he felt Blaine's lips press against his forehead as they walked to his house.

If it was actually just a migraine, he could've dealt with it. But this was something so different, and it was taking everything, absolutely everything he had to keep control. And it was exhausting.

It was too early for anyone else to be home, yet. He fumbled in his pocket for his keys and handed them to Blaine, letting Blaine open the front door for the both of them.

"Want me to help you up to your room?" Blaine whispered. "Do you need any medicine?"

"No, just upstairs," Kurt nodded and almost wished he could explain what was happening to Blaine, so he could do something. But, he thought, as he fell onto his bed, maybe he was past the point of an outburst because his hands had returned to normal and just needed to sleep. He felt Blaine nudging him and turned his head towards Blaine, though he could barely keep his eyes open.

"You need to at least get out of your blazer, hun," Blaine said softly.

"Mm, yeah," Kurt acknowledged and tried to sit up. He felt his bed dip when Blaine kneeled beside him on the mattress and helped him sit up—and he wasn't even shocked when Blaine unbuttoned his blazer for him, and helped him slide it off his arms. Blaine was just that amazing. He fell back against his pillows and whispered "stay" when Blaine started crawling off the bed.

"I was planning on it, just let me hang your blazer up and take my shoes and blazer off."

Okay, well. If Blaine wanted to be perfect ,then farbeit from Kurt to stop him. He felt Blaine start pulling off his shoes and he had to smile. "Thanks, Blaine," he said softly.

"Oh, hey, what kinda boyfriend would I be, if I didn't take care of you when you're feeling terrible?" Blaine said softly, and came around to the side of the bed. "Do you want me to sit up there by you?"

Kurt nodded, and tucked himself up under Blaine's right arm and rested his head against Blaine's chest after Blaine crawled up next to him. Before he could stop himself, his arm reached up to rest on Blaine's chest, over his heart.

Man, if I'm not careful I'm really going to fall hard for him, fast. Wow, I hope he doesn't feel how fast my heart is beating. He's not feeling well!

Kurt bit his lip to hide his smile and slowly slid his hand off Blaine's chest, wincing at the pain that shot through his skull. It wasn't nearly as bad as what he experienced last time, thankfully. He felt Blaine lean down and press a kiss into his hair and he sighed contently.

"I'll stay here till your dad or Carole gets home, okay?" Blaine whispered into Kurt's hair.

Kurt nodded and let the overwhelming exhaustion finally overcome him—he fell sound asleep on Blaine's chest.

Kurt woke up feeling completely better, and completely confused. He stretched his arm out to the other side of his bed and it was empty. Groaning, he pushed himself up, blinking rapidly to try to focus his eyesight.

There Blaine was, at his desk, dressed in Dalton sweatpants and a, Kurt swallowed hard, very tight Dalton t-shirt, typing away at his laptop. "Blaine?"

Blaine looked up from his laptop and smiled. "Oh you're up, good. I was beginning to think you were just going to sleep straight through the night."

Kurt blinked again and just couldn't take his eyes off Blaine's torso. "Why are you—" he gestured helplessly. Because, wow.

"Oh, I talked to your dad when he got home, I'm just going to stay here tonight since we left your car at school, that way I can drive you back in the morning," Blaine closed his laptop and pushed himself up from the desk chair. He came around to the side of the bed and reached out to brush his fingers over Kurt's forehead. "Are you feeling any better? You look better."

"Yeah, I uh, sorry," Kurt shrugged. "I'm not usually like this. I should be okay, now."

Blaine shrugged and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I get migraines sometimes too, definitely not as bad as yours, but I know they suck, that's for sure. Did you want any dinner? You kinda slept through it."

Kurt shook his head and looked down at himself. "Oh, man," he groaned. "I slept in my uniform."

"Yeah, well," Blaine laughed and reached over to grab Kurt's hand. "I don't think we're quite there yet where I can change your clothes for you. You were pretty out of it."

Kurt blushed and ducked his head. "Yeah, I'll just go get changed." He shuffled out of bed, still holding Blaine's hand and raised an eyebrow when Blaine pulled him in between his legs, his own legs hitting the bedframe. Kurt let go of Blaine's hand when Blaine wrapped his arms around his back and Kurt brought his arms up to settle on Blaine's shoulders.

"I'm just glad you're feeling better," Blaine said softly, looking up at Kurt, eyes searching.

Kurt turned his head slightly and for the first time, noticed that the door was closed and he looked at back at Blaine, eyebrows furrowed in mild confusion. "How'd you get my dad to agree to that?"

Blaine shrugged. "He told me to do it once I told him you had a migraine again, so that you could sleep. He seemed really understanding about you not feeling well."

Kurt nodded and yeah, if Blaine told his dad about the migraine he knew that his dad would know it wasn't just a migraine. Blaine's thumbs started moving in circles on his lower back, and that started sending shivers up Kurt's spine. He started playing with the hair on the back of Blaine's head, which was slowly losing its hold, and Kurt licked his lips.

"Kurt I—"

Kurt just surged forward and pressed his lips against Blaine's, earning a surprised noise from Blaine. Blaine recovered quickly, tightening his grip on Kurt's back, and moving his lips against Kurt's. Kurt gasped when he felt Blaine's tongue lick against his lips and he let his own tongue slowly come out to meet Blaine's. Blaine groaned and Kurt felt slightly dizzy after a while, he had to pull back and lean his forehead against Blaine's, slightly out of breath.

"Wow," Blaine said softly.

"Yeah I'd say," Kurt smirked and pulled back. "I'm actually going to get changed now." He licked his lips and didn't miss how Blaine's eyes darted immediately to his mouth, and oh yeah, Blaine enjoyed that kiss just as much as he did. He wasn't sure where this newfound confidence had come from but he was glad he felt in control again. He quickly grabbed something that would be suitable to sleep in and closed himself in his bathroom.

After he changed, he came back in his room to find Blaine still seated on the side of his bed. "So, where did my dad order you to sleep?"

Blaine laughed and pushed himself up off the bed. "Actually, he said I could sleep on an air mattress on the floor in here, he was pretty concerned for your wellbeing, but," Blaine paused and scratched the back of his neck, "if you're not comfortable with that, I can sleep downstairs on the couch, that's fine."

Wow, what on earth had gotten into his dad? "No, uh. That's fine, you can stay in here," Kurt said, and he felt surprisingly comfortable with the idea, even though their relationship was still so new—they had been friends beforehand.

"Well, okay then," Blaine nodded and looked around, a little lost.

Kurt took in Blaine's outfit again and had to bite his lip to contain a groan because ohmygod, Blaine looked incredibly sexy in sweats. "What, did you just happen to have a change of clothes handy?"

"Oh," Blaine shrugged, looking down at himself. "I keep these in my trunk in case I crash over at Wes or David's on a whim." He looked up and smiled. "I don't stay in their bedrooms and make out with them, though."

Man, could he get any cuter? Kurt shook his head, walked over to where Blaine was standing and raised his arms so they rested on Blaine's shoulders. "Well, I'm certainly glad to hear that." He leaned in and placed a light kiss on Blaine's lips, pulling back before it got any more intense. He loved how Blaine's eyelids drooped at just the slightest kiss.

"So," Blaine cleared his throat, raising his eyes to meet Kurt's, "should I venture out to find the air mattress or are you going to go get it?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and let his arms fall from Blaine's shoulders, squeezing Blaine's hands on the way down. "Nah, I'll go get it, and some sheets. If you want we can watch a movie or something, just pick it out," he gestured over at his shelf. He couldn't believe how… different he felt around Blaine suddenly. Not that he was going to complain, but still. He had gone from being almost completely out of control to confident and totally in control, even when they kissed.

He could get used to that.