Kurt smiled and leaned against Finn. "It was perfect, actually. How was yours?" Suddenly their couch was extremely comfortable and he had no desire to move, at all.

"About as exciting as staying up until midnight watching a ball drop with your mom and step-dad can be," Finn laughed and wrapped his arm around Kurt, pulling him close. "So you and Blaine had a good time?"

"Mhm," Kurt murmured and buried his head in Finn's chest. He was so tired. And Finn was comfy. "After a minor mishap of it taking forever for him to open the gate, it was an amazing day, night," he sighed happily, "morning…it was perfect."

Finn smirked. "So you said. Wait—a gate? Like, you mean. A driveway gate? Dude, just how rich is Blaine?"

Kurt bit his lip and hesitated for a moment. He trusted Finn but Blaine's story wasn't his to tell. "Let's just say…the Anderson family is well off and leave it at that, okay?"

"Sure, sure," Finn nodded. "So, tell me about this amazing night you had." He kicked out his legs. "And can you pull out the footrest?"

Rolling his eyes, Kurt adjusted against Finn's body while he pulled out the reclining footrest and reclined the seat Finn was sitting in. Finn pulled him closer and he moved so his own legs were up on the footrest alongside Finn's. "He had the whole night planned out. It was sweet, really. He had those little sandwiches which you know I love, we had chocolate covered strawberries and even champagne to toast at midnight."

Finn yawned and nodded. "And you got a little tipsy, and things progressed from there?" He snickered and yawned again.

"You sound about as tired as I feel," Kurt said, closing his eyes. "And for your information, we didn't get tipsy—we actually stayed up for a while talking. I told him about me. He said he was ready to hear the whole story, and I told him."

"Oh? How'd that go?"

Kurt smiled. "Considering he couldn't stop telling me he loved me, even when we fell asleep, I'd say it went pretty well."

Finn reached behind them and pulled a blanket off the back of the couch, covering both of their bodies with it. "I still can't believe that Burt lets you stay over there, and him over here. I'd never be allowed to stay over at a girl's house."

Kurt pulled the blanket up under his chin and sighed happily. "Dad doesn't know we stay in the same bed. Well, that's at least what I tell him. He probably sees right through that, though. He just… he gets that Blaine and I… we're—"

"You have this freaky connection, yeah. It's all good. I get it. I'm happy for you, bro," Finn said and smacked his lips. "Nap time?"

"Sounds good," Kurt said, yawning. "Blaine had something to take care of today before we go back to school tomorrow, so he'll be over later tonight for dinner."

Finn nodded and reached up to turn the table lamp off. "Sounds good. Sleepy time."

Kurt fell asleep rather quickly, not even noticing the sound of a camera going off.

With two weeks off, Kurt had completely fallen out of his routine in the morning. The first day back to school he woke up late, barely had time to throw on his uniform (he drove to school after tossing his blazer in the passenger seat—something he'd never do usually—and his tie thrown halfhazardly around his neck) and didn't even get to see Blaine before he had to run to his first class. Plus, he had forgotten his phone at home. He never did that.

Needless to say, the day had started off awful and Kurt only hoped that it could get better as it went on.

Too bad that wasn't really the case. The first day back at Dalton was a complete one-eighty from a first day back at McKinley—which, Kurt should've expected, but, still. He wasn't happy about the sudden amount of work he had piled on and Regionals was soon. Really, really soon.

He couldn't even meet Blaine for lunch, thanks to his History teacher. He had decided it would be a fantastic idea to pair up everyone for the entire semester and hand them a huge project that was worth most of their grade. His partner—Adam, not a Warbler, and otherwise, well…that's all Kurt knew about him because he had never talked to him before—decided it would be a great idea to get some ideas out on paper right away.

Kurt only agreed because he knew he'd have no time after class until after Regionals and their outline was due in two weeks. Sigh.

Sometimes he really hated Dalton's workload.

Especially right now, sitting across the library table with Adam, sifting through the handful of books Adam had already brought to their table when he really wanted to be eating lunch. With Blaine. He was starving.

"So, when can we meet up again? I can give you my phone number—you can come over to my house. My parents are usually out at a random event or whatever, we'd have the place to ourselves."

Kurt arched an eyebrow and looked up from his notebook. Adam was leaning back in his chair and grinning. What the hell? "No we can uh," he cleared his throat, suddenly feeling really uncomfortable under Adam's gaze, "my Warbler rehearsals are going to be taking up pretty much all of my after school time. We're going to have to figure out how to do this during school, or whatever."

Adam leaned forward and smirked. "Fine, but if I end up doing most of this outline on my own, I'll be sure to let our dear teacher know about your lack of participation."

A hot flash of anger surged through Kurt and he slammed his pen down. "Look, Adam. I'm giving up my lunch hour—the only time I get to really talk to Blaine during school—to do this. I'll put in just as much effort as you, I'm not letting my grades slip, believe me."

"Blaine, as in Blaine Anderson? Oh, he's the boyfriend, isn't he?"

Kurt nodded and briefly closed his eyes to control his temper. He really didn't like Adam's tone. After opening his eyes back up, he glanced at his watch. Thank god, the lunch hour was over. "Yes, my boyfriend. If you have a problem with me being gay, then you need to find yourself a new partner."

If possible, Adam's grin got even wider. "Oh, I certainly don't have a problem with that at all. Plus, you heard what the old man said, no switching partners."

Kurt sighed and stuffed his things into his bag. "Fine, just. We'll talk more about this tomorrow. I need to head to Trig."

He left the library without even saying goodbye or giving Adam his phone number—neither of which he felt particularly bad about. Adam was already starting to irritate him and he was not appreciating the vibe he was getting from him. He loathed the idea that he'd be spending a good part of the semester with the boy.

Kurt was the first one to arrive at rehearsal, surprisingly. Usually at least Wes or David was already there, setting up. He let his bag drop to the floor and promptly fell back into one of the couches. A minute or two of resting his eyes sounded quite nice.

Apparently he had fallen asleep because the next thing he knew, the couch was shifting as someone sat themselves really, really close to him. He stiffened slightly before he opened his eyes and realized it was Blaine.

"Hey, you."

Blaine looked at him with concerned eyes and he reached up to brush his fingers against Kurt's forehead. "Are you feeling okay today? I tried texting and you didn't answer. And you missed lunch— I didn't know what was going on until Nick mentioned you had to go to the library."

Kurt smiled and reached out to grasp Blaine's hand. "I'm sorry—today has been…terrible. I was late, I forgot my phone, and I had to spend my lunch hour with Adam to work on this new history assignment."

Blaine pursed his lips in thought. "Adam Hutcherson?"

"Mhm," Kurt nodded and let his head fall against Blaine's shoulder. "Why?"

"No reason, really. I don't really know him I just hear he's—"

"A bit of an asshole? Yeah, I got that already," Kurt said and squeezed Blaine's hand. "I can handle him, I'll be okay."

He felt Blaine inhale like he was going to say something, but right at that moment Wes came barreling through the doors with a frantic look on his face. "Three weeks! We only have three weeks!"

Every day for the rest of the week was more of the same. Except Kurt was actually able to get up at the correct time and make it to school dressed impeccably. Well, as impeccable as one can look in a school uniform.

He spent every lunch hour with Adam in the library and by Friday he was just glad that he wouldn't have to see or hear from Adam again for two whole days. They usually just sat there, muttering back and forth about what should go where, what details should or shouldn't be included, and whether or not they really had any idea as to where the project was going.

He couldn't put his finger on it, but Adam was…Adam just wasn't sitting well with him. It was just the way he talked, smooth and almost…ugh. He didn't bring any of this up with Blaine because he didn't want Blaine to worry over nothing. Kurt knew he could handle Adam; he just needed to focus on the project and get through it as quickly as possible.

"We still on for tonight?"

Kurt jumped a little at Blaine's voice and turned from where he was staring blankly into his locker. "What? Oh, yeah."

Blaine settled his hand on Kurt's lower back and tilted his head slightly. "Everything okay? We don't have to go out tonight, we can stay in—or I can just stay home?"

"No, I just—" he sighed and bit his lip, lowering his voice. "I'm completely frazzled, I need to go home and, uh," he looked up and met Blaine's gaze, giving him a significant look.

"You—oh!" Blaine said, eyes widening. "Oh, you need to—right. Baby if you were having a bad day, or bad week you should've said something."

Kurt shook his head and pulled his coat out of his locker. "It's—nothing. Really, I just need to…you want to just come over? You've never seen me," he looked around quickly to make sure no one was in hearing distance, "do my thing outside." At Blaine's surprised look he held up his hand and immediately started backtracking. "That is, if you want to. I mean, you don't have to—Finn loves it, but if you think it'd freak you out or something—"

"Kurt," Blaine laughed and started to rub Kurt's lower back. "You should know by now that nothing is going to freak me out. I'll come over and switch our reservations for tomorrow night?"

Kurt fell back against his locker and groaned. "I'm sorry, if it's going to be a hassle we can still go. I'll be fine."

"No," Blaine insisted. He zipped up his coat and pulled his keys from his pocket. "You need this, I can tell. Let's head to your house and don't even worry about dinner. We'll go tomorrow, or whenever."

Kurt smiled and held out his hand for Blaine to grasp. "You're lovely. Thank you."

Blaine shrugged and grinned, showing all his teeth. "I love you. No need to thank me for anything."

"So you just—" Blaine gestured toward the cement wall and slowly sat down in one of the chairs. "Gah, that's cold." He pulled his coat tighter around himself.

Kurt smiled, pulled his coat off and laid it across Blaine's shoulders. At Blaine's arched eyebrow, he shrugged. "I don't really get cold, if you didn't notice. And, yeah. I just," he paused, fisted his hand and easily produced a decent size fireball. He lobbed it at the wall and immediately felt the tension start to drain from his body. "Do that."

"Kurt that's…wow. I mean, I knew you could do that but, still. Wow. Seeing it? Wow."

Kurt laughed and tossed another fireball at the wall. "Are you okay?"

Blaine blinked rapidly and looked up at Kurt. "I'm great. This is just really… I can't even describe it."

Kurt motioned for Blaine to scoot back a little and he sat himself in-between Blaine's legs. "Do you want to feel?" he asked softly, leaning back against Blaine's chest.

"Hmm? Feel…how?"

Kurt pulled Blaine's right hand around his waist and held it in front of him. "Just, relax your hand," he said and placed his hand on top of Blaine's, palm up. "You won't burn, I promise."

"I trust you," Blaine whispered and hooked his chin over Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt produced a small fireball and let it hover right over his hand. He felt and heard Blaine gasp behind him.

"That's amazing, I can… I can feel the energy."

Nodding, Kurt made a small motion with his fingers and the fireball swirled above his hand. "I've gotten pretty good at manipulating it," he said quietly, as if speaking any louder would break the moment.

"Kurt I—" Blaine started, his breath catching in his throat. "I'm just—wow. I really love you."

Blaine said that with such reverence that Kurt felt his heart swell in his chest from hearing it. He was pretty sure he'd never tire of hearing Blaine say those three words. He shook his hand, putting out the fireball and watched Blaine's fingers curl over his palm.

"Your hand is so warm," Blaine said softly. He turned his head slightly and pressed his lips against Kurt's neck.

"It'll be warm for a few minutes," Kurt nodded. He sighed when he felt Blaine's lips against his neck again. "I love you too, by the way."

Blaine smiled against Kurt's neck and squeezed his hand. "I know, thank you…for sharing that."

Kurt twisted around so he could look Blaine in the eyes. "I'd share everything with you."