From the shower Blaine could hear Kurt rummaging around in the living room, so he hurried downstairs to see what was going on, his wet curls nearly dripping on the way on the way down the stairs.

“Kurt. What are you doing? I heard that… woooow!”

The first thing Blaine saw when he entered the living room was all of his records spread all over the floor and furniture surfaces. Kurt was sitting in the middle of the mess with a giant grin on his face.

“Surprise!” he beamed and threw his hands in the air.

Blaine was completely baffled by the sight, so Kurt stood up and crossed the floor to tiptoe next to him.

“I went to your room and I saw all of the boxes with your records; so I thought I’d bring them down here, and you could… teach me about music. If you want.” He quickly transformed from excited to seeming like he wasn’t sure that it had been okay for him to touch the vinyls.

His cheeks were red, and Blaine suspected that it was because he had been in the sun before he had pulled the drapes shut to protect the records. His hair was still a little damp from he had showered before Blaine and a lock had escaped his usual hairdo and was tingling back and forth over his forehead when he talked.

“I’d love that, Kurt. It’s brilliant,” Blaine smiled warmly, and he realized that he really did have a lot of music. All kinds of colors and patterns were spread over the room on the covers. He felt a rush of excitement from being encouraged to talk about music. Usually people asked him to shut up when he first started talking, because they knew how eager he was about it.

“You’re the best!” Kurt grinned and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Come, I found a lot of interesting ones,” he said and grabbed Blaine’s hand to lead him through the sea of paper, vinyl and plastic so they could sit down on the spot Kurt had just left.

“This one… this looks interesting -” Kurt said as he picked up a record with a picture of a young man on the cover.

“Bob Dylan. Yeah. This was his debut album actually. From 62. There’s this one amazing song - I mean, it’s a really cool album, but this one…” Blaine blabbered on as he grabbed the record and put it on the gramophone so he could find the right track; The House Of Rising Sun - he had listened to it so many times that he knew exactly where to start it.

Kurt leaned back to rest on his arms as he listened to the song.

Blaine tried his best to not be too obvious in observing him, but he couldn’t help it. It was like watching Kurt’s brain go wild. His eyes flickered and seemed distant, his eyebrows furrowed and returned, his lips went slightly apart before they closed again - he listened to the song with his entire face and body.

Blaine looked away and as the song died out he moved the gramophone-arm and let the record back into its cover so he could fit it back in its box.

“That was so sad. But beautiful. I could feel it everywhere - it was like his voice became a part of my skin,” Kurt whispered shocked when Blaine sat back down next to him.

They spent the entire day going through the records. Blaine told Kurt about the different bands and songs - Bob Dylan, The Doors, Led Zeppelin, Fleetwood Mac and The Beatles. Kurt listened with big eyes and slightly parted lips, and when Blaine was done explaining something he carefully asked his questions, absorbing up every word Blaine uttered.

Blaine couldn’t stop himself from smiling. When Kurt had asked him to teach him how to listen to music he knew that it wouldn’t take long before Kurt would feel the music - be one with the music.

After a few hours Kurt dragged him to the kitchen so they could eat, and they realized that the sun had started threatening to leave them. When they were done eating it was dark outside and the breeze from the garden doors had grown cold ,so Blaine closed them before he sat down next to Kurt in them middle of the mess of records.

He dared himself so close to Kurt that his lips almost brushed his cream white cheek.

“I want you to close your eyes when you listen to the next song I’ll play for you,” he whispered. He waited for Kurt to nod in promise before he turned around and grabbed the subject he had planned to introduce him to.

“Why is that one so small? The others are so big -” Kurt wondered when he saw Blaine pull out the slick, black disc.

“It’s because it’s a single. It’s only 7” and it only holds two tracks - but I only ever listen to one of them,” Blaine explained to him and let the record hit the turntable and let the arm meet the vinyl.

Then he turned to Kurt and let his hand slide softly down over Kurt’s eyes to close them. His eyelids started to flicker rapidly, but as the song started playing he relaxed and they fell still.

“Only you can make my world seem right
Only you can make the darkness bright
Only you and you alone
Can thrill me like you do
And fill my heart with love for only you”

An insecure smile spread over Kurt’s lips, and he moved a little closer Blaine, his eyes still closed.

“Only you can make this change in me
For it’s true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand
I understand the magic that you do
You’re my dream come true
My one and only you”

Blaine couldn’t take his eyes off of Kurt, but he forced himself to close his own eyes to listen to the song without being distracted by the angelic figure in front of him.

He felt Kurt move even closer than he already was. Suddenly he was so close that Blaine‘s thigh were nearly aching from the contact. Kurt fumbled a little, and then he found Blaine’s hand and let his fingers slide carefully in between Blaine’s before he let his head rest on Blaine’s shoulder, making a fire spread in his stomach.

“Only you can make this change in me
For it’s true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand
I understand the magic that you do
You’re my dream come true
My one and only you

One and only you”

The song died out, and Blaine was afraid what would happen now. He didn’t want Kurt to move his head away. He wanted him to stay on his shoulder with their hands and fingers locked forever.

Kurt didn’t move. He stayed in the position, and Blaine started wondering if he had fallen asleep. He knew that if that was the case he needed to wake him up carefully so he could get him up to bed, but he didn’t have the heart to do it. Luckily Kurt yawned and sat straight up.

“I’ll go put the records back in their boxes and take them to my room. Go lie on the couch, and we’ll go to bed when I’m done,” Blaine said silently as he saw how tired Kurt looked. He started stretching his arm up to let his fingertips brush over Kurt’s face, but he stopped himself in time.

He watched as Kurt got to his feet and staggered carefully through the spread boxes and records so he could dump down on the sofa and curl up around a pillow.

Blaine started carrying the boxes upstairs, and he quickly felt how drained of energy he was himself. Even though they hadn’t done anything but sitting on the floor talking he had spent so much energy because he had been excited and got outlet for his music obsession in a way that no one had ever put up with before.

After Blaine had carried the last box to his room he went back downstairs. When he entered the living room it felt big, empty and cold without all the boxes, but as soon as he saw Kurt lying on the couch in front of him the feeling disappeared completely. He switched off the lamp over the table, making the only light illuminating the living room the one that came from the moon shining in the French doors.

“Come on. Let’s get you up to bed,” Blaine muttered sleepily, hoping Kurt hadn’t fallen asleep.

He hadn’t. With a graceful movement he stood up and looked like he floated across the room. He made his fingers slide perfectly into place with Blaine’s again, and Blaine started to walk towards the stairs, but Kurt dragged him to the floor in the middle of the living room.

He stood in front of Blaine and placed Blaine’s hands on his hips, before he moved closer and let his own close around Blaine’s neck.

Before Blaine knew it Kurt had gently put his cheek to Blaine’s and started swaying slowly back and forth.

“Dance with me,” Kurt whispered, and Blaine was baffled.

“But… there’s no music,” Blaine said confused, but Kurt merely hushed him and pulled him closer. Blaine let his feet move slowly around in sync with Kurt’s and closed his eyes so he could let the feeling of Kurt’s touch and scent fill his body, take charge of his movements and cloud his brain.

“You were the one who told me to find the music in myself -” Kurt whispered, nearly inaudible.

Blaine smiled into Kurt’s hair and let his hands slide onto the lower portion of his back. He could feel Kurt’s chest rise and fall as he breathed and Blaine held his own breath in, because he was afraid to let his chest clasp against Kurt’s.

“I like dancing with you,” Blaine stuttered hesitantly. He could feel Kurt smile, but he still didn’t open his eyes.

Kurt didn’t answer. He hushed at him once more and they proceeded dancing. Blaine didn’t know how long they stood like that; moving slowly on the same spot, but after some time the white moonlight was sharp in his tired eyes.

“We better go to bed. I don’t know what time my father comes home tomorrow,” Blaine apologized.

He didn’t want to stop but he knew they had to. He couldn’t let his father come home and find him sharing his bed with another boy - a boy his father had never even seen before.

Blaine still hadn’t told Kurt that he would have to move into the guestroom the next day. He didn’t want to. He wanted Kurt to stay in his bed.

Kurt stopped moving and without a word let go of Blaine, instantly leaving cold spots where his hands had been only a second ago. Then he started leading Blaine up the stairs and into his room.

Kurt started opening his jeans and let them slide off before he crawled under the covers wearing nothing but his white tunic and his unerwear. Blaine hurried to change to his pajamas so he could lie down next to him, noticing that Kurt was waiting for him to join him.

The room was dark, and not even the moonbeams were escaping in through the closed curtains, but somehow Kurt’s eyes were still sparkling.

“Kurt… tomorrow, before my father comes home, we’ll have to move your things into the guestroom. We need to let him think you’ve been sleeping there since you came. He… he can’t know you’ve been sleeping in here,” Blaine told in a thick voice. As the words left his mouth he realized how embarrassed he was about it.

He was so ashamed that he had to kick Kurt out of his room. It was ridiculous and it shouldn’t have to be like that, and as Kurt didn’t react he started fearing that he had hurt his feelings, or offended him greatly - the last thing he would ever do.

“I am so sorry - it’s not because I…” Blaine started but Kurt let his fingers to his lips.

“Shhh, don’t say anymore. I know. I already knew. I already collected my stuff in my bag, so it’s ready for moving. I know that you like sharing your bed with me,” Kurt cooed at him, with a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Blaine didn’t say anything as Kurt had requested. He made a grin crawl over his face, and nodded in agreement, not really having anything to say if he should have.

Kurt craned his neck to kiss his forehead before he laid back down on the pillow and closed his eyes to sleep.