"Seriously, how do you use these things?" Blaine said as the boys sat on his bed eating Chinese take-out from the cartons. This time, they had decided to use the chopsticks, that were always put in the bag before delivery, that they never tried to use normally. Kurt was eating with them like a pro, but Blaine, on the other hand, was struggling and had ended up eating only what Kurt had fed him so far, and the chunk of chicken he'd managed to spear on the end of his chopstick in an act of desperation. Kurt had told him not to spear food as it was apparently considered impolite. Blaine just rolled his eyes and continued to struggle using his chopsticks correctly.

"Stop, baby, you're holding them wrong." Kurt put his chopsticks in to his carton and put it beside him. He then caught Blaine's hand in his, positioned the chopsticks correctly in his hand, saying "First one goes on your thumb joint and last joint of your middle finger; second one rests along your index finger and on your thumb joint. Now, keep the first one still and only move your index finger to get the food, so only the second one moves. Got it?"

Blaine grinned triumphantly as he successfully caught some of his noodles between the chopsticks, and fed them to Kurt.

"Ugh! God, Blaine, how much soy sauce?" Kurt's face was pinched tightly.

"Enough," Blaine replied, and pressed a kiss to Kurt's lips. Before he thought about it, Blaine pulled away and pulled a long noodle from the carton, and put the end of it in to his mouth and the other end in between Kurt's lips.

Kurt grinned as he shook his head and rolled his eyes. By then, Blaine had already started to eat the noodle. Kurt joined him and the boys soon met in the centre, joining their lips letting their tongues dance, maybe even wrestle for the end of the noodle. Kurt pulled back, surrendering the noodle, and quickly pecked Blaine's lips. He then proceeded to roll about on the bed with laughter. Moving towards Kurt, Blaine was finally able to straddle Kurt's hips and demand an answer as to what was was so funny that Kurt had to roll in to a carton of rice and soil his bed.

Between laughs, Kurt answered with "You're so... cheesy. I mean... really?"

"What? I'm a sucker for a good Disney film."

Kurt sat himself up on his elbows and had stopped laughing. "Fine, but I'm being Lady."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Pidge." Blaine said, winking and calling Kurt by Tramp's pet-name for Lady.

"Oh, Firtzie! Stop, you're making me blush."

"Fritzie? Really? Could I not have gotten 'Butch'?" Kurt's reply was to explode in to laughter beneath Blaine, causing him to bounce up and down slightly and cause a little friction in his pants. Blaine took a deep breath to calm himself down, not wanting to ruin their playful moment, before saying "Fine. Umm, what did the O'Brians call him?"

"Were they for Tuesdays?"

"I believe so, lover."

"Oh, they called him 'Mike'."

"I'll be Mike then."

"No. Fritzie is cute." And with that, Kurt pulled Blaine down for a kiss, showing that their discussion was over, and that his decision was made, and Blaine would forever be 'Fritzie'.

"Why are you pulling at my hair? You're messing it up." Kurt asked, trying to pull his head away from Blaine's chest.

"I'm not messing it up, just tweaking it to my liking." Blaine explained, pulling Kurt back to his chest. Blaine laughed when he heard Kurt let out a groan that sounded like he'd just been told he couldn't sleep when he was about to pass out from exhaustion. "How about you let me style your hair?" He laughed shortly at the face that Kurt made; it was a mixture of horror and disgust. "You can wash it after. Just let me play for a bit. Please?" Blaine pulled the best puppy dog eyes could muster up.

Inhaling deeply and rolling his eyes, Kurt stopped trying to bat away Blaine's hands and said "Fine. But I'm doing yours after."

"Deal. Now, come on, let's go and wash the wax, and hairspray and... God only knows what else you've got in here, yeah?"

"Hah! Excuse me, who hides gorgeous his curls under a tub of gel a day?" Kurt challenged, finding it hilarious that Blaine thought he used a lot of product in his hair.

"Touché." Blaine pushed Kurt up gently before sitting up himself and saying "Come on, let's get this crap out of our hair.", grinning at his boyfriend. He then got off of the bed and stretched a hand out to Kurt, waiting for him to take it. When he did, the two of them made their way to Blaine's ensuite bathroom.

Kurt raised an eyebrow when Blaine pulled his shirt off over his head, "What? It's a nice shirt and I don't wanna' ruin it." Blaine explained when he saw Kurt's questioning expression. "Arms up!"

Kurt put his arms in the air and let Blaine take his shirt off – well, he let Blaine get it so that it was off of his body and still on his upraised arms - before he leant forward and kissed Blaine gently.

"Honestly, you're worse than a two year old.” Blaine murmured, shaking his head and grinning. He was happy; Kurt seemed to be back to his normal happy-go-lucky self.

Kurt looked at the shirtless Blaine, to the large shower room, back to Blaine, down at himself, to Blaine again, the shower once more, followed by himself before letting his eyes finally land on Blaine. How? Kurt didn't particularly want to be naked in a shower with another guy – well, with... anyone for that matter. It wasn't that he was insecure – far from it – he knew who he was, what he looked like and how he acted, and he was happy enough to let the world see that. Hell, he was an out-of-the-closet gay teen that was in Glee club, that wore some of the most elaborate (and sometimes ridiculous, in other peoples' eyes), outfits, and played football on the side; if that wasn't letting people know exactly what he was like, then he didn't know what was. Nor was it the fact that he would be in the shower with another man whom was sexually attracted to him and sometimes wanted to do more to him than he said, it was that it was the thoughts of Dave and himself in the shower cubicle at school in the guys' locker room that were spinning around his mind acting like flashing, red hazard lights. Kurt felt like by stepping in the shower, he'd be making himself vulnerable, putting himself out of his comfort zone: making himself a target. Kurt knew that Blaine loved him and would never have any intent on doing something like Dave had done to him, but that didn't stop his mind from going off on a tangent and creating a horrible and vivid scenario in his mind that he knew would never happen, but that didn't stop him. It was like, when you were a child, having somebody tell you that couldn't be an astronaut never stopped you from trying to be one.

"So, wait, how're we gonna' do this?" Kurt questioned, voicing his thoughts.

"Like this." Blaine said as he undid his jeans and dropped them to the floor. He then pulled off his socks and stepped in to the large, tiled shower room in his sea green boxers. Proceeding to turn on the shower, he waved his hand in a 'come here' motion to Kurt.

Biting his lip, Kurt banished the awful thoughts from his mind and told himself This is Blaine. This is the man you love, the one whose feelings are reciprocated in the most beautiful ways. This here, this is the man you'll most likely end up running off with to New York and marrying legally after moving in together and making it big in forms of music and other such talents. This is the man that will never hurt you, won't bear to see you even remotely upset, and wants to spend the rest of his life with you. This is the man that you can rely on and feel safe around. This man is your home, your shelter and your safety. He's your everything.

A small voice in the back of Kurt's mind whispered never forget that.

Kurt slid his skinny jeans down his legs, stepped out of them and folded them neatly, placing them on top of the counter. Then, he took off his socks, put them on top of his jeans and slowly made his way to join Blaine under the jets of hot water that rained down from all directions. In his mind he chanted my home, my shelter, my safety: my everything, as he did so, comforting himself.

Blaine wiped his hands over his face, looked at Kurt and said "Come here, lover, let me sort your hair."

Kurt did so, and relaxed as he felt Blaine start to run his fingers through his hair, making sure it was completely wet before he washed it.

"Pass me your shampoo and conditioner, baby?" Blaine asked Kurt, dropping a kiss at the back of his neck after, nipping the skin slightly as he parted his lips.

Kurt reached over to the shelf just on his left, plucked the two bottles containing peach coloured liquids down, and handed the shampoo to Blaine, holding the conditioner. He moaned lightly as as he felt Blaine's skilled fingers massage the shampoo in to his hair, tugging lightly at odd times. When the shampoo had been washed out and the conditioner put in and left to 'work its magic', Kurt turned around, grabbing Blaine's two-in-one (how could such a product make his hair so beautiful? It was a two-in-one for Christ's sake, they barely ever do much more than clean your hair! How was it that this one was able to stand out and give Blaine's such lustre, shine and softness?), from the shelf as he did, and started to run his fingers through Blaine's curls. As Blaine went to turn around so Kurt could wash his hair, Kurt stopped him and said that he was fine the way he was.

"You know, you look great in purple." Blaine told Kurt, referring to his purple boxer-briefs.

"Thanks." Kurt smiled and leant forward to brush his lips against Blaine's.

After cleaning all products from their hair, Blaine started to run his fingers across Kurt's stomach, lingering as he passed over the dark bruises. He still winced when he saw them. After all, he didn't want anybody to hurt his Kurt, nobody; Kurt had already been hurt enough.

He couldn't help it, he couldn't stop himself from flinching. As hard as he tried, he couldn't stop it. He had been iffy about getting in the shower, but had done so, knowing Blaine would never do anything to hurt him, but that didn't stop the flashes of Dave popping in to his head as they kissed. But feeling hands on his stomach – no, no. It just made him think of Dave punching him, of the pain he got in his gut when he saw or heard Dave at school – or even thought he did. He thought of what Dave said and did, and he couldn't stop the small whimpering noise in the back of his throat from escaping.

"Kurt, what is it?" Blaine asked, noticing Kurt's flinch, and the small whimper he had made. He looked up to see a slightly worried look in the taller boy's eyes. Kurt made no move to answer the question as Blaine waited. "Kurt, what's wrong?"

Kurt blinked quickly and shook his head, "Nothing. Nothing, my stomach's just a little sore, is all."

"You're sure that's all?"

"Mmmm." Kurt nodded his head quickly.

"Well, I'll kiss it better then." Blaine said as he crouched down and pressed light butterfly kisses to his boyfriend's bruised stomach.

Kurt made sure that he stayed perfectly still, unflinching, and smiled. Blaine really was too good for him, he thought as he chanted my home, my shelter, my safety: my everything, in his head, calming himself like earlier.

"Nearly done?" Blaine breathed in to Kurt's ear, kissing the lobe lightly.

"Just one more." Kurt replied as he continued his moisturising routine, rubbing a cream in to his skin in small circular motions.

"Hurry up then; I want to do your hair!" Blaine whined, his chin resting on Kurt's shoulder.

"Oh, shush! Unless you want to kiss me when I have gross skin, let me finish."

"I'll always want to kiss you." He murmured, pressing a kiss to Kurt's bare shoulder, grazing his teeth over the skin lightly.

Kurt rolled his eyes, and turned his head to drop a kiss on Blaine's cheek before continuing his moisturising routine. Kurt was glad Blaine had agreed to let him keep a spare set of creams for his routine, pyjamas, as well as several changes of clothes (of course though, Kurt still always brought an outfit if they'd planned a sleepover – it was just what he did), a couple pairs of shoes, underwear, and socks. It did make travelling to Blaine's easier as he didn't have to lug a huge bag of stuff with him every time he stayed over.

Once Kurt had finished his moisturising routine, Blaine dragged him back in to his room, and started to towel-dry his hair, scruffing it about gently. When Blaine moved the towel and looked at Kurt's face, he laughed; Kurt was staring ahead with his mouth hanging open and his eyes full of shock. Blaine put a hand under Kurt's chin and closed his mouth, grinning and saying "It's not polite to gawk, love."

"You've ruined my hair." Kurt muttered as he stared at Blaine, looking serious – well, as serious as a person with hair hanging in their eyes can.

"Nope, I've experimented. I mean, when was the last time you scruffed your hair dry?"

"Thursday." Kurt replied flatly.

"Huh? But... your hair looked flawless then. How does that work?"

Kurt sighed. Honestly, some people just had no idea whatsoever, "You do it gently enough, and in the direction of the hair so it doesn't turn in to a lion's mane.”

"Oops." Blaine looked like quite the puppy as he bit his lip and suddenly found a great interest in the floor boards.

"No worries." Kurt murmured, "I'll wash it tomorrow and sort it. For now, play... it honestly can't get any worse."

Blaine clapped his hands gleefully as he went to the draw that contained all of Kurt's things, and pulled out his wax and comb. Blaine sat on the bed and put his legs out, spreading them apart, and patted the space between them for Kurt to sit. Kurt smirked and sat between his boyfriend's legs, feeling him pull him back so he was leaning against his chest, Kurt smiled, feeling snug and happy where he was right now.

For twenty minutes, Blaine sat threading his fingers through Kurt's hair, removing any knots and just enjoying the sensation, the tingles that run up his body, from his toes to his ears. After, he combed Kurt's hair before taking some wax between his fingers, pulling faces at the feel of it and it's odd consistency. Then, he ran his fingers through the brunet's hair, and scruffed his fingers until it sat messily and framed Kurt's beautiful face... well, beautifully.

"Done." Blaine declared, patting Kurt's thigh gently.

"My turn!" The boy between his legs said, moving quickly and heading in to the bathroom to return with Blaine's comb in hand. By now, Blaine's hair was pretty much dry and sitting messily on his head. Kurt sat in Blaine's earlier seat with Blaine between his legs, and fingered odd curls that stuck out at different angles to the rest of the hair. He ran his fingers through the shorter boy's hair and smiled as it settled gorgeously. Kurt loved Blaine's hair when he didn't mask it under a helmet of gel. It shaped his face nicely, drawing your eyes to his strong cheek bones. Along with that, the colour blended nicely with Blaine's hazel eyes that were sometimes more green than gold, the eyes that he could lose himself in. "You're hair's now done to my liking."

"But... all you did was brush it... with your fingers. It's gonna' be sticking out everywhere."

"It looks gorgeous." Kurt told him.

"You're only saying that because you did it."

"Yes and no. Come and look in the mirror and tell me it still looks bad."

The couple stood in front of the wall-length mirror in Blaine's bathroom, Kurt behind Blaine with his arms around his waist and his head resting on his shoulder. "Blaine, you've given me after-sex hair." Kurt stated, looking at his hair, his face twitching in slight places as he couldn't decide what emotion to let it portray.

"It looks hot – you look hot."

Kurt felt his cheeks tint pink as he blew in to Blaine's ear and said "What do you think of yours?"

"I would've expected you to spend ages on it, honestly." Blaine shrugged, "But you're right, it doesn't look too bad."

"I know, I'm always right!"

Blaine turned in Kurt's hold, put his arms around his waist and said "If you say so, baby.", before stealing a chaste kiss.

As they lay spooning, Blaine held Kurt's hand and turned to look at the boy whose arms were encircling him. "I love you;" he whispered and pressed his lips to Kurt's, "you know that don't you?"

"I do. And I love you too, so much that it hurts, sometimes." Kurt replied, smiling lightly.

Blaine kissed Kurt once more before turning over and smirking to himself. It was okay, his Kurt was okay and back to his usual self. Blaine was contented, and he fell asleep smiling that night.