Sunlight was filling Blaine's room and his arm was burning hot from being in the direct line of sunbeams coming from the window. He squeezed his grip a little tighter and kissed the chest under his cheek when he abruptly realized that he was in his own bed and not Sebastian's - and the fact that he was resting his head on someone's body was wrong because he had never slept like that before.

And he was naked.

The person his body was entangled in moaned and clenched a little harder around Blaine's shoulders. He brushed his foot up and down Blaine's shin and Blaine could clearly feel that he was equally as completely naked as Blaine was himself.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! What did I do? Blaine's thoughts were roaming at him and his heart started racing in panic.

He didn't dare open his eyes when a whiff of perfume reached his nostrils. It was the scent of Kurt.

It was Kurt.

He was naked and wrapped around naked Kurt. He strengthened his grip and opened his eyes to let his gaze be met by a pink nipple on porcelain skin only uneven by a single, tiny beauty mark on his ribs.

Blaine's blood was pulsing and he didn't know if it was because he had cheated on Sebastian, was cheating on Sebastian, or if it was because it was Kurt he was lying with.

Blaine shuffled to lie on his front and started kissing over Kurt's ribs, his chest and abdomens - his entire torso. He licked over Kurt's nipples and sucked on his collarbones while Kurt twisted his fingers into his hair. He was moaning and giggling at the same time, and Blaine could feel Kurt's heart pumping and his cock hard against Blaine's arm that was folded over his waist.

He put his arms on each side of Kurt so he could drag himself up to lie on top of him while kissing down his neck.

"Goodmorning," Kurt mumbled thickly as he took a firm, but caring, grip on Blaine's locks to force him to face him so he could place a kiss on Blaine's nose.

"Morning," Blainne hummed sheepishly back at him. He didn't really know the procedure of what one was expected to do the morning after having sex with a person one wasn't in a committed, long-term relationship with.

"How did you sleep?" Kurt asked and it was like the sun was shining directly into Blaine's brain.

He had slept through the night without waking up once. He hadn't had any nightmares at all. No fire, no screaming, no dying family or friends - nothing but deep, black, comfortable sleep.

"The best," Blaine said truthfully.

He hadn't told Kurt that he still had the nightmares from when he was little, and he didn't want to sound too eager about actually having slept good so he guessed that he would keep it on the safe side by not saying too much.

"How about you?" Blaine asked in return as he placed a hand on Kurt's chest so he could rest his chin on it to keep eye contact.

"The best," Kurt echoed with a warm smile.

"You still sleep like a cat, though - but I like it. I like the feeling of your body enveloping me that way," Kurt assured him and let his fingers brush down Blaine's naked back.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that something so wrong, something that would hurt Sebastian so badly, felt so right and true. He wanted to kill himself because he knew that this was the worst thing he could ever do to Sebastian - but he wanted to stay there with Kurt and never have them leave his room, his bed, ever again.

"I think I need a shower. Will you… uhm… how… when are you leaving?" He hadn't wanted to ask because he was afraid of the answer. He was afraid that Kurt would need to leave as quick as possible and that would be the end.

"I don't need to be at the theater until tonight, so… until you kick me out," Kurt crooned and Blaine's heart stopped from the sound. He couldn't stop a grin from taking over his face and he raised himself a little from Kurt.

Kurt wrapped the blanket softly around Blaine's body and a rush of safety felt like it was injected directly into his veins. Kurt smiled and kissed his cheek.

"There. Now you can go shower. Just with… the naked thing. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me." Kurt stared at him with affection and Blaine was overwhelmed.

It was the strangest thing that Kurt actually remembered such a thing even though he had told him in such a heated moment where their attention was directed on other, more pressuring and passionate, stuff.

"Thank you," Blaine mumbled weakly with an honest smile he hoped showed his gratitude.

He got awkwardly off the bed with a firm grip on the blanket. He took a look back on Kurt who was completely exposed to him, but had started to move so he could crawl under the covers instead.

Blaine had to force himself to hurry to the bathroom. He rushed under the water and it was like it was his first shower in his life. The streams of water caressing his skin was incredible, and the feeling of his fingers massaging soap into his hair and skin made him so relaxed that he had to keep reminding himself not to slide down to lie on the porcelain floor.

When he stepped out and started drying himself off he avoided the mirror. He couldn't look himself in the eyes. He couldn't take the thought of seeing his own face because it would make the reality of what he had done to Sebastian hit him and he would surely break down in hysterics.

He pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and a t-shirt before he returned to his bedroom. Kurt was curled up under the covers with his nose and fingers digging into Blaine's pillow under his cheek, and he looked like he was wrapped in peace.

Blaine sat softly down on the bed next to him and realized that he was sleeping. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and light lines were showing on his forehead with a little twitch at the corners of his mouth. He looked peaceful, yet pensive, and Blaine didn't have the heart to wake him up, so he carefully crawled under the sheet so he could lie down next to Kurt and watch him sleep.

As soon as his head hit the pillow Kurt put his arm around Blaine and pulled him closer. He let himself into the embrace and put his own arm around Kurt's naked waist. Kurt kissed his forehead gently and Blaine closed his eyes to take in the mixed scent of Kurt, sweat, soap and sex that was filling up their closed space.

xXx

Blaine woke up startled by a cold palm on his back pressing him close to a pounding heartbeat.

"Shhh, it's okay. It's okay, baby. I'm here," Kurt's voice cooed into his ear. He stroke his hand over Blaine's hair and over his shoulders with comforting sounds.

It was only then Blaine realized that he was crying. He immediately felt embarrassed and wanted to hide, but the fear was clogging up his throat and the image of Sebastian in flames was burned into his eyes.

He dug his fingers as hard into Kurt's ribs as he could, and even though it had to be painful Kurt didn't make a single twitch. He simply strengthened his grip around Blaine in return.

Blaine's tears and sobs slowly died out. He didn't dare closing his eyes because all that would meet him would be Sebastian surrounded by flames and screaming for help. Kurt kept humming lightly into his ear with kisses on his hair and fingers running soothingly through his locks.

The feeling and rhythm of Kurt's heartbeat against his cheek helped him slowly return to silence and his pulse fall back to normal.

"Is it still the same?" Kurt whispered in a scared and sympathetic voice.

Blaine didn't dare open his mouth. He was afraid that if he did he would start crying again and he couldn't do that, so instead he nodded slightly and Kurt squeezed around him with both arms reaching as far around Blaine as possible.

"I am so sorry, sweetheart."

They stayed with their arms wrapped around each other for a long time. Blaine watched the digital numbers on the alarm clock on his nightstand go from 9.47 to 10.53 before he as much as moved.

"Do you wanna go take a shower?" He asked mindlessly without looking at Kurt. It was like his eyes had been glued to the digits on the alarm clock.

"Are you trying to tell me that I smell?" Kurt teased with a muffled chuckle into Blaine's hair.

"No. I was thinking that I would go make you breakfast while you were in the shower, but now you ruined the surprise," Blaine said with faked accusation as he fell to lie next to Kurt so they were face to face.

"I could do with a shower. And breakfast. And -" he shuffled so close to Blaine that he was afraid to move because he didn't want to breathe morning breath into Kurt's face.

"Orange juice. I really hope you have some orange juice," Kurt said intensely and Blaine grinned.

He promised to see what he had in the fridge and Kurt rolled out of the bed. Without even raising an eyebrow he wandered around the bed, grabbed his underwear and disappeared into the bathroom - all Blaine could do was lie on the bed and enjoy the view.

He stayed in bed and listened to the shower curtain being opened and closed before the water started drumming from the bathroom. He got to his feet and found his way clumsily to the kitchen.

On the counter was a pink post-it with Tina's rushed handwriting on it and Blaine's mouth and eyes went dry.

Call me when you see this -Tina

He hurried to curl it up and throw it in the garbage. He beat his forehead against a cabinet a few times, but remembered his promise to Kurt. Now he was going to make breakfast, forget about his upcoming journey to hell so he could enjoy being with Kurt for the day and then he could always kill himself later before Tina got around to do it with her disappointed words.

A sigh was heard from the door to Blaine's room and he looked up to find Kurt leaning against the doorframe looking like he had been observing him for a long time. He wasn't wearing anything but his boxers and a smile and Blaine stopped in the middle of a motion from the sight.

Kurt walked slowly across the floor and ended to lean against the counter. He cleared his throat and Blaine remembered that he had been about to pour coffee into mugs when he was surprised.

"It looks good," Kurt smiled and stole a grape from a bowl before he leaned closer to Blaine with a teasing smile.

"You look good," he grinned and Blaine felt himself blush all the way to his ears. He felt bubbly and high spirited, and he was certain that not even the coffee was as hot as he felt on the inside at that moment.

Kurt watched him with eyes following Blaine around as he put the food and fruit on the little round dining table at the other end of the kitchen. Lastly he found out juice and two glasses with a smile in Kurt's direction.

"You spoil me so much," Kurt laughed and put his arms around Blaine's shoulders so he could kiss him. It wasn't until then Blaine realized that he had been nervous about what was to happen - if they were back to being just friends again, or if they still were… whatever it was that they were.

Kurt asked if he could borrow a t-shirt and Blaine found out a Silverlake shirt. Kurt laughed at him but looked reminiscent down himself after he had pulled it on.

They sat down and ate silently. Every now and then Kurt would brush his cold toes up Blaine's leg and they would both giggle. It felt liberating and easy to be with Kurt; it was like he didn't have to worry about anything, which was stupid because his life had just turned upside down and a thousand times more complicated.

When they were done eating Blaine figured that he had to clean up right away so there weren't too many traces of breakfast for two once Tina and Mike got home - which he hadn't even considered. He deeply hoped that they wouldn't be home until evening like they usually were on Thursdays.

Luckily Kurt apparently found it fun and started to help Blaine clean up like it was the most natural thing in the world. When they were finished there wasn't the tiniest hint of anyone having been in the kitchen during the day and Blaine was satisfied.

They went back to Blaine's room where they went back under the covers. Kurt curled up in Blaine's arms with his head on his collarbone and a hand snuck under his shirt to rest on his ribs. They watched Sweeney Todd and discussed in which role Johnny Depp looked the hottest and what classic Broadway show they would most want to see him in.

Halfway in the movie they couldn't hold back anymore and instead of watching the screen they ended up kissing heatedly with their hands wandering eagerly around each others bodies.

It was warm and safe, and the feeling of Blaine's legs twisted with Kurt's while Kurt's fingers were softly entwined in his hair made Blaine feel like he was in some parallel universe. Kurt's hands were gentle against his skin and he didn't mind that he kept his hands under his shirt rather than outside of it. He wanted, needed, to feel Kurt's hands directly on his skin.

"I think we should stay here forever," Kurt said quietly as he let his fingertips caress gingerly over Blaine's temple.

They had slid down to lie on he pillows and were nearly completely covered by the sheets. Their faces were so close that Blaine could feel Kurt's breath on his lips and he simply wanted more.

"That would be really nice. I want that," Blaine mumbled and hoped that Kurt didn't notice how it sounded like his voice was about to break. He let his thumb brush over Kurt's cheekbone and wished that he could snap a mental photography of Kurt in that very moment.

"I have to leave, though. I have to go home and change before going to the theater tonight. But I'd much rather stay here with you," Kurt pouted and seemed genuinely upset. He really meant it.

"Then don't go. Call in sick. I'll hide you and then no one will find you," Blaine exclaimed eagerly and pulled the sheets over their heads like when they had been kids and were hiding from the world.

Kurt laughed heartedly with his free hand clasped against the skin on Blaine's chest. The sound was beautiful and free - honest even, and Blaine had to chuckle.

"I can't do that. Everything depends on me tonight, and my vocal coach will have a heart attack if he thinks anything is wrong with my throat."

His eyes turned big and sad. His fingers were now lightly stroking Blaine's chest and it felt like he was trying to apologize through tender touching. He leaned in to kiss Blaine, so Blaine pulled him closer.

"I wanna hide with you. I want us to find some day we can hide from the world and not care about anything. Like today, but a whole day, or a weekend," Kurt whispered and kissed him again, but this time it was different than he had ever kissed him before. It was like he was afraid it would be their last kiss.

"We'll do that one day. One day where neither of us have to work," Blaine assured him. He pulled him deeper into his embrace and they stayed there until it was time. Kurt had to leave and there was nothing they could do about it.

Kurt promised to text him. He said that he didn't know when they could see each other again because he was working intensely with his premiere only a few weeks away.

When he was about to leave he pushed Blaine against the wall and stared him in the eyes while caressing his hair.

"You're the most amazing person I've ever met. Don't ever let anyone tell you anything else. You're extraordinary," Kurt whispered. He let his eyes pierce into Blaine's for several intense seconds before he pressed his entire body against Blaine's and kissed him.

And left.

It was painful for Blaine to watch him walk away. He wanted to run after him and tell him to quit the theater so they could run away together instead. They could live as gypsies and make money by performing on the street and whatever they passed by. That way they would always be together, doing what they loved and not be bound by anything - or anyone.

When Blaine dragged on his sweatpants and curled up on he sofa he felt empty inside. It didn't have anything to do wit the fact that the shopping channel was on the screen and he didn't even pay enough attention to press another button.

He was happy and miserable at the same time. He had just had the best nearly 20 hours of his life - but it hadn't been with the only person in the world he was supposed to share those moments with.

He wanted to call or text Kurt right away, but he didn't have any words to say to him other than "I miss you" or "Come back to me". He was sure that this was the way junkies had to feel about their preferred fix - he was addicted to Kurt.

He was in love with Kurt.