Some days living with Kurt was harder than others. Sometimes Blaine would wake up and simply wish for Kurt to have left the house already so he wouldn't have to be met by blue eyes and the cute smile Kurt always sent him when he saw Blaine come into the kitchen.

Since Blaine was the jocks' favorite freshman to pick on there was also the days where Blaine came home from school and stayed in his car to cry his eyes out to not fall directly into Kurt's arms the second he was in the house.

And of course there were the days where the family was in the living room watching TV and naturally Blaine would always be sitting in the middle of Kurt and his mom. Blaine would feel the scent of Kurt fill his nostrils and feel Kurt's body heat radiate to his own. Sometimes Kurt's hand would graze over Blaine's and it would take all the strength Blaine possessed to not grab his hand in his own.

Being in glee club with Kurt didn't exactly make it easier. When he watched Kurt dance around in tight jeans, or when Kurt defended him from Santana's mean remarks - or when Blaine made a suggestion but Rachel shot it down simply based on his status as a freshman, and Kurt would always object and say that he liked Blaine's suggestion.

There were also the little things. The times when everyone were listening to Mr. Schue and Kurt sent him a smile through the choir room, or when they were watching a DVD of something Mr. Schue found important for their assignment and Kurt would lean over the chair and whisper comments in his ear - or when they were, yet again, watching Rachel sing a strong ballad to emphasize how much she thought she was the only right to lead and Kurt would roll his eyes in Blaine's direction, or squeeze his hand if he got teary.

Yes, some days Blaine simply wanted to barricade himself in his room and never come out. He could spend nights crying into his pillows or nights unable to sleep because Kurt had complimented his performance or his outfit and his words were playing over and over again in his head.

xXx

"Blaine. Do you ever think what it have would been like if our parents hadn't met and we had met each other under different circumstances?" Kurt asked as he adjusted himself on the pillows of Blaine's bed.

When Kurt's dad had decided to take over the TV to watch sports and Blaine's mom was out with friends Kurt had suggested they went to Blaine's room to watch a movie. Kurt's TV didn't work at the moment, so Blaine thought it would be okay. Now they had put on Cocktail and Kurt had spent a good time talking about how hot young Tom Cruise was.

All the time. If only you could be mine, Blaine's brain cramped up.

"I mean… do you think we could have been friends?" He asked since Blaine's brain was too clogged up to form an answer.

"I hope so," Blaine finally stammered and decided to watch the screen instead of Kurt. There was no way he would let Kurt see how much the question affected him.

There was a few minutes silence where nothing but the sounds from the TV was heard, and Kurt was moving restlessly around on the bed. Blaine on the other hand was completely paralyzed in his spot. He was busy trying to keep himself from moving into Kurt's arms, which honestly could only result in disaster.

"I just - I'm afraid we wouldn't. I don't like that thought," Kurt said and suddenly he sounded sad and pensive.

Blaine turned his head to look at Kurt. The second Kurt noticed Blaine was looking he smiled back at him.

"Do you ever wish that you mom hadn't left your dad? Like… if he wasn't a total idiot," Kurt asked after more silence. He certainly was chatty tonight.

They had discussed the break-up between Blaine's parents before. It had always been the same; Blaine told that he had told his parents that he was gay, his dad had left the room and his mom had hugged him and told him that his dad just needed to adjust to the thought. A few days later his dad hadn't said a word to him until he came with the announcement that he had enrolled Blaine in a clinic in Minneapolis where they cured "cases like his". Blaine had been upset and frustrated, especially because his mom simply nodded and had no objections. In the middle of the night Blaine's mom had come to his room with a bruise on her face and told him to pack and then they had driven off into the night. He had never seen his dad again.

"I don't know. I've only ever known him like that. But… I don't think so. Then I wouldn't have met you," Blaine responded after having turned the question in his head a couple of times. He couldn't imagine his life any other way than what it was now.

"You're really cute, you know that - one day some guy will be lucky to be with you. If I don't go all big brother on him first," Kurt grinned and poked him in the ribs, making Blaine's cheeks flush.

But I don't want some guy. I just want you, was all Blaine could think.

Kurt didn't ask anymore questions that night. He fell asleep during the movie, and Blaine wished that he didn't have to wake him up. For a moment he considered just letting him sleep, but when he turned off the TV and opened the window Kurt woke up by himself.

"God, your bed is so good. One day I'll just stay here over night," he yawned and stumbled awkwardly to his feet.

On his way to the door he stopped and put his arms around Blaine. He didn't say anything, but mumbled a hazy "goodnight" before he went out the door and headed for his own room.

When Blaine was in bed that night he was a mess. He was angry with himself that he hadn't hugged Kurt back, but on the other hand did he think it was okay because Kurt had never hugged him before. He was also aching inside because he could smell Kurt everywhere; on his pillows, on his bedspread, on himself - the scent of Kurt was everywhere. It was in one time painful and amazing.

xXx

When Kurt woke up the next day it was early. The school was shut down because of a big teacher strike so he and Blaine had the day off. Unfortunately Kurt was completely incapable of sleeping until later than 9 so he stumbled out of bed to wash his face and make sure his hair wasn't a total disaster.

After making sure he didn't look a train wreck he bounced lively out of his room and down the hall to knock on Blaine's door. When there wasn't any proof of life on the other side of the door he opened it carefully and snuck inside.

He tiptoed over the floor and carefully crawled under the covers to watch Blaine sleep. He looked so peaceful and carefree. Kurt wasn't sure he had ever seen him so relaxed. His hair was un-gelled (had he ever even seen him without gel?), his mouth was slightly ajar and his nose wrinkled in an adorable fashion whenever Kurt did a tiny shift.

"Blaine? Blaine?" Kurt whispered gently after having watched him for long enough to get bored.

All it helped was making Blaine adjust himself a little on the pillow and move closer to Kurt, his hand nearly grasping around his wrist under the covers.

"Blaine? Come on. It's time to get up, sleepy -" Kurt trilled lightly, his voice a little higher this time.

Blaine still didn't wake up. He moaned a little and this time he grasped around Kurt's wrist, nearly making Kurt jump from the startle of Blaine's warm hand on his skin. Somehow it made warmth spread through his body.

Kurt moved a little and let his hand up to ghost a fingertip over Blaine's impossibly long eyelashes. Kurt had always envied his eyelashes. They were so long and dark, completely perfect, and he was sure that they were soft. He couldn't help giggle a little by the sight of the freckles that spread over Blaine's nose. They only ever show up when Blaine had been in the sun for a while. It was weird, but he had never really paid much attention to Blaine's lips when he wasn't singing, but now that he did he couldn't help noticing how lovely they were.

From the feeling of something so close to his eyes Blaine gasped out a little and squeezed his eyes shut. Kurt hurried to move his hand and bit his lower lip to not chuckle from the way Blaine looked cross-eyed when his eyes opened.

"Morning, Sunshine!" Kurt beamed at him.

At first Blaine wasn't sure he was awake. When he suddenly realized that Kurt was in fact in his bed, and he was currently grabbing around Kurt's wrist he moved a little back and baffled.

"Kurt? What are you doing in my bed?" He asked disoriented and hurried to get his hand over the sheets where he was sure he didn't place them inappropriately.

"I couldn't sleep anymore, so I figured I'd wake you up," Kurt sighed as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Oh… well - hi. Good morning," Blaine mumbled awkwardly.

He had often imagined waking up with Kurt in his bed, but this had definitely not been the way he had thought it to be. This was the only time in his life he had ever appreciated that he was incapable of having a hard on.

"Hi!" Kurt grinned and hurried to sit up.

"Now get your butt out of bed and I'll make coffee," Kurt said cheerful and got to his feet.

Oh my god, Blaine thought and hid his face in his pillow the second Kurt was out the door. He did his best to muffle a squeal before he forced himself to get up. He rushed to his bathroom to wash his face and cringed at the sight of his curls sticking out everywhere like branches on untamed bushes.

The morning continued with coffee and breakfast. After that Kurt declared that he wanted to go with Blaine to the gym for once and it was enough to make Blaine clench his hands hard to fists under the table.

Luckily enough Blaine survived their trip to the gym. He was happy that Kurt didn't find it too strange that he insisted on changing from home. He had no intentions on letting Kurt find out his secret - and definitely not like that.

When they came home they helped each other clean the downstairs floor to surprise their parents, and used the opportunity to practice their songs for the week's glee club assignment.

"You're really getting better at singing in front of people. I'm glad. It would be sad if no one got to hear your amazing voice," Kurt smiled and Blaine's insides bubbled.

When they both had showered they had lunch on the couch while catching up on the DVR. Blaine couldn't remember when it was the last time he had been having such a good time and he was on the edge of breaking into song every five minutes. He was sure even his mom could feel it when she came home. If every day until Kurt moved away could be like this it would be a lot easier to live with.