My day had been amazing. By the time I'd gotten home I knew the exact definition of "on cloud nine." Ever since Kurt and I had sat out on the bleachers together, my day had been fantastic. We even walked to History together, and to science, too, even though he didn't take the class.

I wondered if this was what having a boyfriend was like...

The moment I got home I went up to my room and plopped down on my bed. Immediately, I got my phone out and texted Santana. As my best friend, she obviously had to know about everything that had happened.

[2:47] You will never guess what happened today!

[2:51] You finally lost the v-card. It was about time, hobbit.

Bitch.

[2:53] No, you asshole. Kurt and I cut class and went out to the bleachers together.

[2:55] And...?

[2:58] And he held my hand and smiled at me and he said that the only reason he liked being out on the bleachers was because I was there.

[3:01] Wait, that black-lunged, snake can smile?

[3:04] He's not a snake. He's really sweet. C'mon, be happy for me. I think he likes me. I was happy for you when you and Britt got together.

[3:07] Whatever. I don't like him.

[3:10] You don't like anyone, San.

[3:12] That's not true. I like Britt, and you sometimes.

[3:16] Britt and I don't count.

[3:19] Fuck you.

[3:20] Fine. I'm glad that the guy you've, for whatever reason, are SO fucking in love with finally gave you the time of day. Bravo.

[3:22] I can hear the sarcasm.

[3:22] Why don't you like him?

[3:24] Other than the fact that he's a complete asshole and is polluting our air with the four packs of cigarettes he smokes a day? I don't know. I just don't trust him.

[3:26] You don't know him.

[3:27] Oh! And you do?

[3:28] A hell of a lot better than you know him!!

[3:30] Fuck off, Blaine. You're going fucking crazy over some guy you don't even know. So what he held your hand and told you that you were cute or some shit? He probably just wants to get in your pants! Why can't you just leave it be?

[3:31] Because I like him.

[3:32] Fine. Go ahead, choose some guy you have known for a few freaking days over your best friend who you've known for six years.

[3:33] You're overreacting! I'm not choosing him over you! I just don't get what the big deal is of me wanting to hang out with him!

[3:38] Santana?

[3:42] So now you're ignoring me.

[3:45] That's mature.

[3:50] Fine. Be a bitch.

-0-

For once in my life I was upset about having no school for a weekend. I wanted to see Kurt; like... a lot. I actually dreamed about him that night. And I know what you're thinking, it wasn't a wet dream... This time. It was really unusual. We were just together, holding hands and... smiling. It wasn't in detail either, it was us... or at least what I wanted us to be.

It was all so weird. I'd never really felt this way about anyone before. I'd had many crushes on guys in the past, but never one like this. I'd never felt like this about anyone... There was just something about him that made me want him so badly. The thought that maybe, possibly, he wanted me too... it drove me crazy. An amazing kind of crazy, though. A kind of crazy that made me happy and jittery all over. I loved it.

I'd texted Santana about a million-okay, it was only about ten-more times that night. She was totally ignoring me. I didn't know why though. I didn't think I was choosing Kurt over Santana. I just wanted to get to know him better for... reasons. I didn't think it was that big of a deal. He was nice and so sweet once you got to know him. Something tells me that he's had a really hard life; I think the only reason he's so closed off and kind of a douche sometimes is because he's been hurt before. You can't blame him for being a bit of a jerk for that. Can you?

I closed my eyes and imagined the feeling of Kurt's hand in my own. His hands were so strong and comforting. All I wanted to do was hold them for forever. It kind of felt like he felt the same with the way he acted out on the bleachers. God, he's so confusing. He makes me feel all these things but at the same time he freaks me out. I don't know how to act around him, but at the same time, I feel myself around him.

I picked up my phone, at first to see if Santana had texted me back (which she hadn't) and then to see if Kurt had texted. He'd given me his number out at the bleachers and told me he'd call or text me later. All I could think was when is later? I wanted to talk to him so badly. Like, really talk to him. Though, I'd settle for texting. Fuck, I don't even care how we talk. I just want to talk to him.

I stared at my phone for a while; maybe it was a few seconds, maybe a few minutes, hell, it could have been a few hours. I was just waiting for him to call me. Eventually, my phone buzzed. I'm pretty sure I startled everyone with how loud I cheered when he texted me.

Fuck, Santana was right. I am crazy about him...

[7:03] Hey, Babe.

I didn't think I'd ever get used to someone calling me that. It was weird to have someone call me something other than my name... or hobbit.

[7:04] Hey, Kurt-

I thought a second about what to add to the text. Would asking him something like 'what's up?' be too weird? Would just saying 'Hey, Kurt' be not enough?

I'm so bad at this...

[7:04]-How are you?

[7:06] I'm good. Bored as fuck, though. How are you?

[7:08] Same as you. Why are you so bored?

[7:09] I dunno. I guess living alone has it's disadvantages. One of them is always being alone. I get a little lonely sometimes.

[7:09] What about yourself? It's Friday night; I'm surprised you don't have some kind of party or something to do with Santana.

[7:11] I don't really like parties that much, and Santana's really pissed at me, so I doubt plans with her would be a good idea.

[7:13] What happened between you two?

I didn't know how to answer. I didn't want to tell him the truth. I didn't want him to know that we were basically fighting about him. I wasn't sure, but something tells me he'd feel bad. I know I would.

[7:15] She's a bitch.

[7:16] She's your best friend.

Was he really sticking up for her?

[7:18] So?

[7:19] So, she's your best friend, Blaine. You shouldn't stay mad at her.

[7:19] How would you feel if something happened to her and the last words you said to her were something shitty?

He was right. Fuck. I was going to have to do the right thing here...

[7:21] You're right. I'll talk to her. Thanks, Kurt.

[7:23] You don't have to thank me, Babe.

[7:23] Now. About your boredom problem...

[7:24] What about it?

[7:26] Do you want to come over?

-0-

I don't know what I was expecting at Kurt's, but it wasn't this. It was a small apartment on the third floor of a six floor apartment building. His whole entire apartment was maybe a little bit bigger than my bedroom. He didn't have a bedroom, much less a bed; he had a mattress covered with a tiny, torn up quilt in the middle of what I assumed was his living room. I say assume because nothing in the room resembled a normal living room. There was a large trunk that I guessed he used as a dresser. It had a pillow laying on it, and in front of it was a small, ten inch TV. It didn't even look like it was functional, though. The kitchen only consisted of a small refrigerator, a microwave and a toaster. I couldn't believe he even lived here.

"It's not much, but it's all I can afford," he said as he noticed my staring at his little apartment.

"No, it's... it's fine," I tried to say convincingly, but it didn't come out too persuasively. I smiled at him the best I could and walked in a little more so that he could close the door. "Where do you work?"

He sat down on his mattress and crossed his legs under him. "There's an auto shop a little ways down the road. I help out there. It's really not a very good paying job, but it doesn't require any human contact, really." He pat the seat next to him for me to sit with him. I was hesitant; I'd never been on another guys bed. I know, lame, right? But it's true. He must have picked up on my hesitance, because he pat the spot once more and smiled-he smiled at me, again-before rolling his eyes fondly. "C'mon, Babe, I don't bite."

I moved closer to him slowly before sinking down onto the mattress. I couldn't believe he slept here each night. It was the most uncomfortable bed I'd ever sat on in my life. "Thanks for inviting me over," I said after a second of just sitting in silence.

"No problem. You were bored, I was bored. Might as well be bored together, huh?" he nudged my side a little before leaning back on the mattress so that he was laying down. I looked back at Kurt, wondering whether I should lay back with him or just sit here. Like I said, I've never been into another guy's bedroom before; much less lay on his bed with him in it. Everything about him was so nerve-racking yet enticing at the same time; it drove me crazy. He drove me crazy... In the best way imaginable. "Come on, Babe," he said with another smile. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna try anything with you. You don't have to been nervous around me."

Can this guy read minds or something?

I laid down next to him hesitantly, but eventually let out a breath of relief. His bed was still extremely uncomfortable, but it was still nice in a really new, different, kind of way. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at me. I gulped involuntarily and immediately tried to calm myself down. Why was he so intimidating?

"So, tell me about yourself," he paused a second before chuckling and adding, "other than the fact that you're seventeen and in Glee club. I already knew that."

I thought a moment; what was I supposed to say? No one had ever asked me that before. Probably because no one cared, I assume.

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "What do you want to know?"

"Hmm. Well, do you have a boyfriend?" he asked, though something told me that he knew the answer. Come to think of it, it might have been Santana's voice telling me that he already knew, considering she said my virginity practically radiates off of me. Whatever the hell that means.

"Uh, no. Do you?"

He laughed-very loudly, in fact-but it was one of his really depressing laughs. It made me want to wrap my arms around him until he was smiling and laughing for real. "Do I look like I have a boyfriend?" he asked; I think it was supposed to come out harshly, but it didn't. It was more sad than anything. Then again, most things about Kurt are sad. He seemed so lonely in life... Like he'd never had anyone love him before, or at least not in a long time.

"You could, ya know." It was true, Kurt could have a boyfriend. He was certainly gorgeous enough to have about a million and two guys breaking down the door of his ratty apartment to get to him, and he said it himself: the only reason he pushes people away and acts so abrasive is because he's been hurt before.

"If you haven't noticed yet, Babe, I'm not exactly boyfriend material," he grumbled, plopping back on the bed so that he was staring up at the ceiling. "You really think any guy would want to date me? I'm a fucking train wreck."

I smiled sheepishly and nodded a little. "I would," I responded to his obviously rhetorical question. He looked over at me with his brow raised; he obviously didn't believe me. I sighed and propped myself up on my elbow like he had a few moments ago. "I told you once and I'll tell you again: I think you're really sweet, Kurt. You just don't show it, but I can see it."

Kurt laughed softly, though not as sad this time. He still sounded somehow... broken. I wondered how much he'd seen in his life that he wasn't telling me about. "You're the sweet one, Babe," he whispered. I laughed and lay back down next to him, so close to him that my head was nearly touching his shoulder.

Neither of us said anything for a while. It was a comfortable silence, though. The kind of comfortable silence only two people who are genuinely close share. I thought we'd just sit there in silencer, but we didn't. After a few minutes he reach over and entwined our fingers. He gave my hand a gentle squeeze without saying another word, or even looking at me.

But everything was fine, because he was holding my hand.