Kurt had never been to Blaine's house before and he was nervously excited as he sat in the front seat of Blaine's car. Blaine was humming along with the radio and drumming on the steering wheel and Kurt kept stealing glances at him. His long fingers at they tapped the wheel, the way his hair came loose from the gel and curled at the nape of his neck, his golden eyes sparkling as he sang, the breadth of his shoulders in his perfectly fitting peacoat.. God he was beautiful, and so untouchable.

Things between him and Blaine had been a little weird recently, they were still a little… off since Blaine had kissed Rachel. And of course there was the fact that Kurt's dad had caught Blaine in Kurt's bed after the infamous-Blaine-and-Rachel-kissing party. Burt was the reason they were heading to Blaine's house to study instead of Kurt's, Blaine seemed a little reluctant to face Kurt's dad again.

They pulled up to a large, expensive looking brick house. Kurt wasn't that surprised by the rich neighborhood Blaine lived in, he could afford Dalton without it being a struggle, still something about visiting Blaine's home was very intimidating.

They walked in and Blaine took Kurt's coat like a gentleman, his hand brushing across Kurt's back and making him shiver. Blaine hung the coat up as a small woman with dark hair walked up with a smile on her face. She looked too much like Blaine for Kurt to doubt that this was Mrs. Anderson, and oh… that's why Kurt was anxious about being here. Meeting the parents.

It wasn't like he and Blaine were together, but Kurt dreamt for it one day. And even without them being boyfriends Blaine was a very important part of Kurt's life. He really wanted the Andersons to like him

“You must be Kurt.” Mrs. Anderson said warmly. “Blaine has told me so much about you.”

Kurt smiled and looked shyly over at Blaine. “He has?”

Blaine shrugged and winked a little at Kurt before giving his mom a hug.

After proper introductions Kurt followed Blaine upstairs to his room where they could do their homework. Kurt stopped inside the doorway his feet seemingly frozen.

“What's wrong?”

Kurt looked up at Blaine who had plopped down on the bed, sitting there with crossed legs and looking up at him with his lips softly parted and his eyes a deep golden.

“Nothing.” Kurt breathed. They had been in Kurt's room together, but this was different this was Blaine's space, an extension of him… and Blaine was motioning for Kurt to sit next to him on his bed.

“Nothing. Nothing's wrong.” Kurt repeated taking a deep breath and telling himself to stop being so ridiculous. They were just studying, Kurt wasn't naive enough to be scared of a bed was he?

He joined Blaine as they opened their books and got started. They studied for a while just enjoying each other's company before Mrs. Anderson called them down for dinner.

It was just the three of them, Kurt wouldn't have the chance to meet Blaine's father tonight, he was out of town on business. The meal was nice, Mrs. Anderson was a gracious hostess and asked Kurt about school and his family. It wasnt until they were cleaning up after dinner that anyone noticed the snow.

“Oh my goodness, it is really coming down hard out there.” Mrs. Anderson said looking out the window. “And it has gotten gray and cold so quickly, I'm not sure you should drive Kurt home just yet honey.” She turned to Blaine. “I want you two safe.”

Blaine agreed they should wait until the snow died down, the only trouble was that it didn't die down and soon it was dark and the roads were covered.

“I suppose Kurt could spend the night.” Mrs. Anderson said and Kurt's head shot up to look at her.

“Spend the night?”

“You'll need to call you father, let him know you are safe here and that we'll get you home in the morning. Do you think he'll mind?”

“No ma'am, it should be fine. He'll be glad I'm not out in all of that.You're sure its okay?”

“Of course!” Blaine said with a winning smile. “This will be fun.”

Kurt nodded and wondered where he'd be sleeping for this impromptu slumber party. Not Blaine's bed, I couldn't handle Blaine's bed. “I'll go call my dad.” Kurt walked into the foyer with his cell phone and silently admitted to himself he half hoped it was Blaine's bed… or his room at least.

Burt had been relieved to find out Kurt wasn't planning on getting out in this weather and seemingly relieved again when he found out Blaine and Kurt weren't home alone.

“It was Blaine's mom idea.”

“Oh… so there is a chaperon? Good.”

“Dad.” Kurt hissed and looked back to the living room where Blaine and his mom were, as if they'd be able to heard Burt. “We aren't together, we are still getting over a stupid fight we had, andwe don't need a chaperon!”

“Still glad you have one.”

The evening went smoothly from there. They all watched a movie together as the snow stopped and they could hear snow trucks outside clearing the roads, but it was too late to change plans Mrs. Anderson insisted Kurt stay the night.

“You can have Cooper's room.” She said as they all headed upstairs.

“Cooper's room?”

“Uh yeah.” Blaine said rubbing the back of his neck. “I'll show you.”

They walked down the hall past Blaine's room until Blaine opened a door and Kurt walked inside and looked around.

“So this is your brother's room?”

“Yeah… he still crashes here when he is in town.”

Kurt nodded and then looked Blaine in the eye. Blaine was twitchy and seemed uncomfortable, like he'd often did when talking about his family.

“You don't really talk about Cooper much. Or, you know, ever.”

“Well, Coop and I have... a complicated relationship. He is so much older than me and he's never really treated me like a brother.” He sighed. “We don't get along.”

“I gathered that.”

Blaine was quiet for a moment before he gestured to the room. “So, bed, pillows, adjoining bathroom. There will be some unopened toothbrushes in the drawer under the sink. Do you need anything else? Pajamas? You can borrow some of mine.”

Kurt's face flushed pink thinking of wearing Blaine's pajamas. “Oh no. No, I can just sleep in my underwear.” His cheeks burnt even brighter as those words slipped out and Blaine's eyes widened a little.

“Oh.” Blaine blinked. “Okay. I'll just… I'll just leave you… Sweet dreams Kurt!”

“See you in the morning.” Kurt said, his voice a little higher than usual as Blaine smiled at him making his knees feel a little weak and then turned and walked back down the hall.

Kurt flopped down on the bed and groaned. “Real smooth Kurt, real smooth.”

He rubbed his hands down his face and wished he knew how to make things less awkward between him and Blaine. Sometimes he would swear Blaine liked him as much as Kurt liked Blaine… in the same way Kurt liked Blaine, but he didn't really know. Kurt had been upfront about his feelings and Blaine didn't seem interested.

He was just letting his imagination get out of control. Blaine was wonderful, kind, charming incredibly sexy. Kurt giggled and bit his lip. So incredibly sexy and Kurt was just as unsexy as they got. Who was he kidding? He didnt have a chance.

Of course that didn't stop Kurt's mind from dwelling on Blaine's smile, and full red lips, and slim waist and strong arms as he drifted off to sleep.