Kurt and Blaine were sitting on Kurt’s bed, supposedly “studying” but really just talking.
“So, you really like Mark, eh?” Blaine said, struggling to remain indifferent. Kurt nodded, grinning.
“Yeah. Can you believe it? I finally have a boyfriend!” Kurt sighed dreamily, twisting his finger around the strands that were fraying from his blanket.
“Let’s just get back to studying. Come on! We have a huge French test tomorrow.” Blaine opened his book, flipping to the right page while Kurt sighed and put his phone in his pocket. He sat on the bed next to Blaine, leaning on the headboard.
“Okay so how do you say ‘I have a lamp in my room’?” Blaine quizzed. Kurt rolled his eyes and recited,” j'ai une lampe dans ma chambre.” Blaine stared at him.
“How the HELL do you do that?” Blaine wondered aloud. Kurt flashed him a smirk. Blaine’s phone rang, and upon seeing that it was his sister, he rose off the bed. He sighed.
“Hey, I’ll be right back, Kurt. I need to talk to my sister. Don’t die!” Blaine teased as he walked out the door.
“No promises!” Kurt called after him, causing Blaine to chuckle as he walked down the stairs. Why did Kurt have to be so perfect?

When Blaine opened the door to Kurt’s room again 15 minutes later, he expected Kurt to be talking on the phone to Mark, or to be flipping through the French textbook aimlessly. What he didn't expect is what he saw; Kurt sound asleep on his bed, snoring softly. Blaine went around to the side of him and called his name a few times, shaking him gently. When that didn't work, Blaine shook him harder. After about 10 minutes of failure, he threw his hands up in exasperation and knelt next to the bed, finding himself face to face with Kurt. Blaine's breath caught in his throat as he traced Kurt's lips softly and hesitantly with his hands. Kurt shifted in the bed. Horrified, Blaine ripped his hand away, praying that Kurt did not wake up. His prayers were answered, and Kurt remained asleep. Blaine sighed.
"Kurt, I know you can't hear me but I need to get this out. I like you. A lot. I've liked you since the day we first met, and my heart leapt when I found out I might actually have a chance with you. It's painful to watch you fall for another guy while I'm right here. And on top of that, I'm the one you come to talk to about this stuff. I know we are best friends Kurt, but it hurts. It really does. " Blaine whispered, a tear running down his cheek. His hands caressed Kurt's face softly. After a few minutes, his brain caught up to his hands and he withdrew them. He sighed, and picked up his backpack and books. Casting a final glance over his shoulder at Kurt's sleeping form, he smiled and left.

The next day, Kurt sought out Rachel.
“ Hey Rachel. I need to talk to you.” Kurt caught her arm as she walked by him in to the biology room.
“ I had the weirdest dream yesterday" Kurt started, not letting his eyes wander to where he knew Blaine was entering at the moment.
"Was it about Blaine?" Rachel interrupted in a hushed whisper. Kurt nodded, but before he or Rachel could say anything, a pair of hands wrapped themselves around Kurt's waist and a voice purred into his ear, "Hey babe." Kurt stifled his gasp of surprise and leaned his head onto his boyfriend's broad shoulder.
"Hi Mark!" Kurt nuzzled his face into Mark halfheartedly, his thoughts still on Blaine. He had to have dreamt that. There is no way that Blaine liked Kurt in the way Kurt was supposed to feel about Mark. There is no way that Blaine loved Kurt. It just wasn’t plausible.
“You okay, Kurt?” Mark turned to face Kurt, clearly seeing that something was off about him. Kurt swallowed, and nodded, attempting a smile. Satisfied, Mark gave Kurt a hug and a kiss on the cheek and walked out of the classroom. The whole day, Kurt was unfocused on schoolwork. His mind kept drifting onto Blaine, his helmet of gel, his guitar abilities, his voice, and his body…
YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND, KURT, his mind reminded him.