Saturday was dragging away slowly. Blaine got up around 9 to watch cartoons in his pajamas on the couch with cereal and bed hair. Kurt was going out with Blaine's mom and Kurt had told him to do whatever he felt like as long as he was ready for dress rehearsal at 4.30 – so that was Blaine's plan.

"You have no idea how cute you look right now," Kurt's voice sounded whispering into his ear, and Blaine nearly jumped from the shock. He hadn't heard him come into the living room since he was very absorbed in an episode of Teen Titans.

"Good morning. I didn't hear you," Blaine mumbled through cereal and moved discretely a little closer when Kurt sat down next to him.

Kurt's head was spinning. He had never thought he would be one to find this appearance attractive in any way, but the way Blaine was sitting in his Batman t-shirt and matching pajama bottoms, his untidy hair and a bowl of cereal in his hands he looked so relaxed and casual – like there were no worries in thew world except for the choice between apple or orange juice.

Kurt surprised both of them by taking a quick look around himself before leaning in to place a quick kiss on Blaine's lips. When he backed away Blaine looked as shocked as he felt himself.

"Kurt. My mom can be here nay minute now," Blaine said confounded, but his cheeks were flushed and a grin was taking up his entire face.

"I know. I just couldn't go through an entire day without – doing that," Kurt said and slipped his fingers over Blaine's before slowly getting up.

"I have to go now. We can text. I hope I'll be home early," Kurt sighed and ran his fingers lightly over Blaine's jaw.

"Mhm. I hope you have fun. Let me know if I should fear from my costume," Blaine smiled and twisted his head to kiss Kurt's fingers before he waved for him to go – he was pretty sure that if he didn't he would lock Kurt up in his room so all he could do all day was kissing him.

Blaine watched Kurt leave the room and returned his attention to the screen. He was pretty sure the feeling of everything dancing inside of him didn't have the slightest to do with the cereal or his food the night before.

When there weren't anymore good cartoons on TV Blaine got himself off the couch and up to pack his bag. Since he didn't have anything else to do he had planned to go to the gym. He felt skinny and thought he looked like a little kid, and after all the bullying he had been through he and his mom had decided it to be a good plan for him to begin at a gym so he felt like he could defend himself if needed.

He had now been going for a few months but he still didn't feel any different. His mom was encouraging him and offered to go with him. She even paid trainers to work out a program for him. She knew how bad his self-esteem was and she was desperate to help him feel better about himself. Sometimes Blaine suspected that she feared that he didn't feel like a boy – occasionally he didn't feel like he deserved to identify as a boy, but usually he didn't think much about it.

When he came home after two hours at the gym he was exhausted. He showered and put on his most relaxing clothes before he fell to his bed and got ready to take a nap. He let the sound of the wind outside his window calm him down and he allowed himself to go to sleep.

xXx

When Kurt had found all he needed Susan took him for lunch at a cafe. They chatted about Kurt's costume and how Blaine was going to react when he found out what his was.

Sometimes Kurt found it hard that he was feeling so comfortable about Susan, because he missed his mom terribly and rationally he knew that it wasn't like that; but he couldn't help feel a tinge of guilt for getting so great along with the woman who had taken his mom's place. But then he reminded himself that he really wanted his dad to be happy and he knew that his mom would too.

"Kurt, do you think you could promise me something? Or at least... think about it," Susan asked when they had finished eating and were waiting for their coffee.

"I can't really promise anything before I know the details – but I can listen and make up my mind when I know what it's about," he smiled and tilted his head in curiosity.

"It's just that – ever since you planned on going to New York I've had this weird feeling in my stomach. I am so happy for you and I know you're gonna make it good – you're so talented and I am so proud of you, honey. But I can't help worry about Blaine," she said and accepted the coffee a waiter put on the table in front of her.

Kurt accepted his own cup with a rash feeling in his throat. He had done all he could to push away the thought of having to leave Blaine behind. As much as New York was his dream Blaine meant so much to him.

"I'm afraid it's gonna be really hard on him. You're his best friend, Kurt – I've never seen him so open and comfortable with anyone. All I'm asking is that... you don't forget him or push him away. I know you'll be busy, but just a text or an email, or if you have time a call, once a week would really be a big deal to him. Please just think about it," she requested.

"I'm not trying to make you feel guilty. He will be alright – I've just never seen him so comfortable in his own skin as when you two are together. The confidence he gets is remarkable, I really think that just hearing from you every now and then would keep his spirit up."

Kurt was shocked. He knew that Blaine had some self-esteem problems and he had also noticed that he loosened up a great deal when the two of them were together, especially when they were alone, but he hadn't considered what it would mean for Blaine that he was moving.

"I uhm – I could never just leave him like that. He's my best friend, too. I've already planned to ask him to visit me for a weekend as soon as I'm settled down," Kurt said, hopefully comforting and assuring.

Every now and then he felt like Susan and his dad worried a little bit too much about Blaine. There was still so much Kurt didn't know about when they had left Blaine's dad, but he hadn't really found the right time to ask – he was pretty sure he would be told that he wouldn't get an answer right now, and he didn't want to make Blaine feel like he was pressuring him into telling him.

"Good. I'm really glad to hear that. I still don't know why he was so down last week. He usually tells me everything, but I guess I have to face that he's not my little boy anymore. Who knows, maybe he'll start flirting and get boyfriends and... I'm just really worried about him, but I'm glad you two are working out so great."

Susan sighed and took a mouthful of coffee. Kurt watched her and felt his intestines shake like had there been an earthquake. He was searching for words but all were gone.

"Well, he's still young and innocent – lots of time for him to grow up first," Kurt said. He tried to smile comforting but his voice was weak and his hands clammy.

xXx

"Rise and shine, handsome -"

Blaine turned to lie on his back when Kurt's voice trilled into his ear. He fell directly into Kurt's arms as he turned around and felt overwhelmed by the way his nose was pressed into Kurt's chest.

"Blaine, it's 1.30 – you can't be sleeping when we have a party to get ready for. Wake up," Kurt cooed and put a kiss to Blaine's temple as it was begging to be loved right in front of his face.

Blaine slid his hand onto Kurt's back and arched his neck to kiss his neck. That exposed strain of skin was just perfect.

He was still nervous about where the lines between the dos and don'ts were between them but when they were like this he could go on for hours of just kissing Kurt.

"Mhm, I need you to come try on your costume to see if I need to change anything before it's too late," Kurt mumbled and slid down the bed so he was eye-level with Blaine.

He smiled and ran his fingers through the soft curls before he leaned in to press his lips against Blaine's. He couldn't stop himself, he really just looked so cute and adorable lying there with dozy eyes and a soft smile.

The feeling of Kurt's lips against Blaine's was sensational. He didn't mean for it, but slowly the kiss grew deeper and it was like there was a different force to the working of their lips.

When Kurt carefully coaxed Blaine's mouth open to slip his tongue in to tease lightly at Blaine's, he could feel Kurt smile, and suddenly he was very conscious about his vagina.

It was like it was screaming for attention. He could feel a warmth run from his mouth, via his veins through his body and down to settle between his legs. He had been wet before, and he had even done a bit research about female genitalia to know about his own body – but this was different; this felt like a need settling itself in his lower body.

He pulled away from the kiss, determined to stop before it became too much. He couldn't let himself feel like that because of Kurt – because Kurt was gay, and when Kurt thought of sex he would undoubtedly be taking it as his own genitalia plus other male genitalia minus female genitalia equals sex – which meant that Blaine was completely out of the equation.

"Hey," Kurt smiled and watched Blaine find back to his senses. He really did wish that they could stay on Blaine's bed and kiss all day instead, but he was really excited about this party and Mercedes was too – and there was no way he was letting these costumes go to waste.

It was painful to get up because Blaine needed Kurt back to his mouth so bad, but he was not ready to have his hips accidentally rut against Kurt, which could easily be the result if they continued.

xXx

"Wow. Don't you two look handsome," Mercedes beamed when they entered the hall of her house.

The voices of the other glee club members were streaming from the living room down the hall; Rachel's voice was naturally the loudest. They hung up their coats and Kurt turned to take another look at his masterpiece that was Blaine in his costume.

He had put together a light-blue suit for himself. It had taken him all week to glue rhinestones in different sizes all over the suit, but he was pretty satisfied with the result. The suit was matched up with a white dress-shirt and a blue silk tie matching the rest. Blaine was dressed in black slacks with a white dress-shirt with red and gold pins and details on. Kurt had spent an hour straightening his hair so he could style it in an Elvis kind of fashion. To Kurt Blaine looked perfect.

"I'm not really sure what you're supposed to be, but good job -" Mercedes grinned as she closed the door behind them and started leading the towards the party.

"Come on, Mercedes! We're Cinderella – or in this case Cinderfella – and Prince Charming. Know your Disney, girl!" Kurt lectured her an tugged at his tie to show off the glass pump he had decorated at the bottom.

Mercedes, who was dressed as something that could very well be Count Dracula, looked to Blaine and rolled her eyes teasingly but all Blaine had eyes for was Kurt.

When they entered the living room it looked like everyone had already arrived. To Kurt's satisfaction it seemed like everyone had really upped their game this year and he was excited to check out the details of everyone's outfits.

To no one's surprise Santana had gone for Catwoman in a tight, black spandex suit with ears and tail. Tina and Mike had gone with Harlequin mimes, while Sam had chosen construction worker – for some reason bare-chested. Artie had figured it to be a great idea to dress as a hip-hopper. Brittany had been clever enough to dress as a mermaid and now she couldn't move anywhere without taking super tiny steps. Quinn was a Victorian doll, while Rachel had dressed as a ballerina. Finn hadn't had anymore inspiration than to dress as a football player while Puck had found it hilarious for him to be a stripper-cop – which meant open police shirt and suspenders dangling around his ass.

They all took a moment to greet each other and admire people's outfits before they went for dinner. It was all nice and everyone talked – even Blaine felt relaxed and was having a good time as he discussed dance-movies with Mike over desert.

What was hard was the fact that Kurt was there, right next to him. He looked so gorgeous with a hint of silver glitter strolling like stardust from his temple to lightly spread under his eye, and the way he let the tip of his eye, and the way he let the tip of his tongue peek out to lick up the spot of ice cream he had left on his lower lip. It was all too much and Blaine wasn't sure how he was supposed to survive the night.

"How about we get the good stuff out now?" Mercedes trilled after the table was cleaned and everyone had moved to the living room.

They were all sitting around talking to people about what-not, except for Brittany who was still struggling to get to the chair close by, so Puck got to his feet and threw her over his shoulder to put her on the couch instead.

Blaine was on the couch, talking to Quinn while Kurt was sharing an armchair with Rachel. He was currently struggling to get tulle from Rachel's skirt out of his face before he would drown in it. Everyone cheered when Mercedes mentioned "the good stuff" because everyone was well aware that it was code for alcohol, and it didn't take Puck long to help her fill the dining room table with colored bottles and plastic cups.

The party slowly drifted into people dancing and singing and talking. Kurt was forced to the floor by Mercedes and Tina because apparently he just had to dance to this Madonna tune, so he shook his shoulders and rolled his hips gracefully against the girls, all three of them laughing.

Blaine was still talking to Quinn, though he had sort of lost thread of the conversation because Kurt kept sending him stolen glances from the dance floor, making Blaine's cheeks flame and his hands twitch to grab around Kurt's.

Ten minutes later they nearly crashed into each other by the dining room table. Kurt's face was flushed from dancing and his eyes were emphasized by the huge grin on his lips. Blaine's eyes kept drifting to his mouth, weighing whether it was possible to find a place they could be alone, but knowing that it would still be too risky.

"You uhm – you looked pretty good out there," Blaine murmured shyly, feeling how much he still felt awkward when he weren't just alone with Kurt.

"Thanks. I felt like I looked like a monkey with flees," Kurt giggled and purposely reached for the cups at the same time as Blaine, anything to feel his skin even if it was just for a short moment of time.

I miss you, he mouthed at Blaine, his lips forming the words slow and clearly, sure to let Blaine know that he meant it. He took a quick glance to make sure no one was watching and let his thumb brush over Blaine's before their hands parted.

"There's more soda in the fridge if you want some," Kurt smiled as he grabbed for a Red Bull in the midst of vodka and beer bottles. Kurt didn't drink alcohol; he had a bad experience with it during his sophomore year and ever since he had kept away from the stuff.

"No, I... think I'll do with one of these," Blaine said and grabbed a bottle of raspberry vodka before taking a Red Bull as well.

Kurt was surprised. He knew that since Blaine was 12 it was normal of his parents to let him have a glass of wine for dinner during weekends or on special occasions – but that was always one glass, nothing too much. Now Blaine was mixing extreme amounts of caffeine and sugar with alcohol which Kurt was certain he had read somewhere to be of dangerous effects and it wasn't exactly like Blaine was too big and broad to leave him with much resistance.

"Blaine, are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, I read somewhere that some girl was put in the hospital after mixing that," Kurt said nervously, eyes trained on the empty can and the bottle next to Blaine.

"Who's in the hospital?" Tina asked as she joined them, and Kurt had to drop his secret speech of not wanting to take his boyfriend to the hospital.

"No one's going to the hospital. I'll just drop it and we'll have fun – right, Kurt?" Blaine said and looked at Kurt with those huge, puppy eyes that had Kurt's knee-caps pulverize in seconds.

"Big brother doesn't wanna let you have fun?" Puck's voice sounded and suddenly his arm was around Blaine's neck, shooting a judgmental glance in Kurt's direction.

"It's not like that," Blaine objected. He didn't want the others to think Kurt was a prude, or that Kurt tried deciding for him or any of those things – no, if he could have, he would have told everyone that Kurt was the most amazing guy in the world and that he was only trying to look out for him.

However, it didn't go as such. Before Blaine could have any further objections Puck had clinked his cup against Blaine's and was watching him intensely, waiting for him to drink up.

If there was one person Blaine found intimidating it was Puck. He knew perfectly well that Puck was a good guy and that most of the troubles he got himself into was somewhat accidental – but he was also nearly twice as broad as Blaine and a great deal taller as well, not to mention the eyes he sent people he was really angry at.

So Blaine sent Kurt an apologetic gaze and brought the cup to his mouth. It was the first time he tasted alcohol that wasn't wine. At first he nearly choked from the sweetness, but as he could feel Puck's eyes on him he forced the rest of the drink down, finding that he actually enjoyed the fruit-syrup-like taste.

"Boy can drink like a man" Puck declared and let Blaine receive his very first Noah Puckerman high-five, much to Kurt's dismay as he was watching with worry painted all across his pale face.

"It's fine, Kurt. I'm not planning on getting drunk or anything," Blaine sighed, hoping his eyes would be enough to calm Kurt down since his hands and lips weren't allowed too close to Kurt's.

"You can get drunk all you want. Hummel has the keys so I don't see any problem in that," Puck grinned and started leading Blaine towards the hall where a few of the others were talking and laughing.

It's not so bad. Blaine is responsible and mature. He probably won't even get foggy, Kurt said to himself before he took his own cup and went back to the living room where Rachel and Mercedes were in a loud discussion about Britney vs. Christina.

Kurt: "Where are you? I haven't seen your face for a long time xxxx"

It was around an hour since Blaine had left with Puck. All of the guys, and Santana, were gone and Kurt was back in the living room with the girls.

He kept checking his phone to see if Blaine had replied, but nothing showed. He wasn't sure what exactly it was but something in the back of his mind told him that he should keep his eyes and ears extra open.

It only took further ten minutes before the missing guests were back to the living room. Everyone seemed to still have their moods high, some a little more than others, everyone clutching a beer in their hand – everyone including Blaine.

Blaine felt light-headed but not in a bad way. For the first time he actually felt like he was falling into the group of the boys of the glee club and he was honestly having a good time. Puck had dragged him to the basement where Mercedes' dad had his man-room of pool table and old weapons on display. After digging around in cabinets Puck even found some dirty magazines.

At first Blaine had been ready to run for the hills. Puck, Artie and Sam were sitting in a corner of the leather couch discussing the pictures in the magazines with loud comments on the female anatomy.

"I bet Blaine doesn't even know what a V-V looks like," Artie chuckled.

It was only a tease, Blaine knew that – Artie would never be mean on purpose. Under normal circumstances Blaine would probably not even care; but with the secret of Blaine's body there never were any normal circumstances.

"He's probably gonna scream and run away if he ever sees one. Scared it's an alien or something," Sam laughed and continued to flip through the pages of the magazine in his hands.

Blaine shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He squeezed his legs tight together, suddenly way too aware of the presence – or the lack of presence – in his pants, a burning screaming at him.

Is that how Kurt feels? Would it make him scream and blabber about aliens? He'll never want to touch me in a sexual way. If he finds out what I am he'll never want to touch me in any way at all, Blaine thought. He hadn't really thought of Kurt in sexual lanes before, but right now he couldn't stop thinking that Kurt would never be sexual with him.

Without knowing it Blaine had grabbed for a beer. When he finally had the bottle away from his mouth it was nearly empty. He just needed something to distract him from the talk of vaginas and gays holding no interest in those who had them.

"Hey Blaine, wanna shoot some pool?" Mike suddenly asked – like he had been sent from heaven, like he knew that Blaine was close to having a mental breakdown and needed to be saved.

So Blaine spent an hour playing pool with Mike and Santana, the other guys gathering around to watch, and since pool was the only thing Blaine's father had ever bothered to teach him he did pretty good and eventually they celebrated him as a hero for winning over everyone else. All was forgotten.

Now they were back with the rest of the party and Blaine couldn't help himself from seeking out Kurt. He grabbed his hand and was pleased that Kurt followed him to stand up, and before Kurt could protest in any way they were on the dance floor.

"Dance with me," Blaine requested and let his hands slide onto Kurt's back. He knew that he was getting a bit too close for the public eye, but it had been so long since he had felt Kurt and everyone else were busy with their own stuff.

"Blaine, we can't here. Not when everyone is right next to us," Kurt hissed under his breath and felt his pulse rise as his eyes flickered about the room to see if everyone was looking at them.

His lips were tingling to be pressed against Blaine's that were looking so moist and full, but he couldn't help seeing how his eyes were glassy and hazed. He was drunk and Kurt needed to make sure he didn't cross the line in front of their friends.

"Please, Kurt – just one song," Blaine whined clumsily and grabbed Kurt's hips to pull him closer, feeling Kurt's body thump against his. He dug his fingers a little deeper into the shirt, into the flesh underneath and nearly lost balance as the scent of Kurt overwhelmed him.

The whole room was spinning and he couldn't see straight. For a moment he tripped and Kurt had to catch him before he fell to the floor. He rested his head against Kurt's chest and locked his hands around his shoulders in an attempt of keeping himself on his feet.

"Blaine! How much did you drink? Oh god, come on – I'll help you cool down," Kurt said and sighed as he started helping Blaine towards the bathroom.

Kurt made him sit on the toilet before he turned back to see Blaine resting his forehead against the cold, blue tiles of the wall. His eyes were closed and a dopey smile was filling his face.

Kurt went for the sink and let the water run cold before he emptied his cup and filled it with fresh, cold water. He sat on his knees in front of Blaine and ran a hand down his cheek to see Blaine's eyes dozily open to stare back at him.

"Here. Get some water and I'll take you home, sweetie -" Kurt said softly and handed Blaine the cup.

At first Blaine looked at the cup like it as poisonous. Why would Kurt give him water when they were at a party? After a few seconds he accepted the cup and put it to his mouth. He clumsily had to try a few times and felt the water sprinkle down his shirt before he finally hit right.

He poured down the contents of the cup, drinking it all up with the hope that it would make Kurt happy. However, he drank a little too fast and ended up coughing until he nearly fell off the toilet.

"I'm alright," he rasped out, his hands held in front of him like that would be enough to assure Kurt that he had the situation under control.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at him, scrutinizing his face and nearly giggled at how adorable he managed to look even though he was a mess.

"Blaine, you're drunk. Come here, I'll get you home to bed," Kurt sighed and stood up.

He went for the door but before he could react Blaine clumsily flipped him around and pressed their lips together. The kiss was so much more messy than what they usually did; tongues wet and sloppy, teeth clashing against each other and loud breathy moans from Blaine.

"Kurt, I'm sorry I'm not like the others. I – just don't hate me once... realize," Blaine stammered out and rested his cheek against Kurt's shoulder. He clenched hard around him and had to stop the tears threatening from out of the blue.

Suddenly it came in over him; the things the other boys had said. How gay guys were afraid of vaginas, how they found them gross and creepy, how they thought they were like aliens. He had only been with Kurt for a week, after having been head over heels for him for so long – but he already saw that they had an expiration date hanging over their heads, simply waiting for them to be intimate enough to make Kurt dump him.

"Hey – I like that you aren't like the others. You're so much more than them," Kurt cooed, sad that Blaine's self-esteem was still crawling on the ground when all Kurt wanted was to make him happy and love himself.

"You're perfect," Blaine said and looked up at him, and Kurt knew he couldn't help but smile gently.

It was time. He had to get Blaine home and to bed before he caused any damage to himself, anyone else or the furniture.

Kurt decided that it would be okay since Blaine was drunk, so he let his hand into Blaine's and started leading him out of the bathroom and down the hall. Blaine was walking so close to Kurt that he bumped into him with every other step, but all Kurt cared about was getting him out of there alive.

"Mhm... you smell so good. Will you kiss me? Kiss me, Kurt -" Blaine mumbled against his shoulder when they were nearly at the door to the living room.

"Blaine, shhh, you can't say stuff like that," Kurt warned him panicky and made them round the corner.

"I'm gonna take him home. Poor boy had a bit too much," Kurt said apologetically as he got the others' attention. Blaine was smiling dozy at them but all he could pay attention to was the feeling of Kurt's hand holding his hand in front of everyone.

"Aww. Sad-face. But you take care of him, and get home safe, boo." Mercedes kissed his cheek and grinned at Blaine as he was hanging tiredly against Kurt.

"Good night, everyone. And you, Puckerman, you're on my list for getting my bo... brother drunk!" Kurt snapped, relieved that he managed to save his tongue-slip before it was too late and he would have fucked everything up.

xXx

To Kurt's relief Blaine was asleep the entire drive home. He had complained enough about Kurt wanting him to stay in the backseat, but once he was finally there sleep hit him like a train.

It was a much harder task to get him up the stairs without waking up their parents. As much as it was against everything Kurt believed in he supposed he had better get Blaine to bed as quickly as possible and he could always brush his teeth in the morning.

"No, I'm not tired. Come here," Blaine mumbled as Kurt asked him to get ready to go to bed. He pulled him close and kissed him down his neck. He loved kissing Kurt's neck, he was so pure right there.

"Blaine, just get off your clothes and go to bed," Kurt demanded, honestly starting to get a little annoyed with him.

"Co-could you like... l-look away?" Blaine hiccuped as he realized Kurt wasn't planning on leaving his room until he was in bed and that meant he had to strip in front of him – and he would see.

"Okay -" Kurt said, a little confounded, but went to Blaine's closet. He found out a pajamas and put it on the bed before he sat down and looked to the door.

Blaine hurried, a little too much, to let his clothes fall to the floor so he awkwardly could drag on the pajamas. He was dizzy and nearly fell a few times, but he made it and started crawling onto the bed, forcefully pushing the bedspread behind him.

Kurt carefully turned around and found Blaine in his pajamas. He had the pants on backwards and the shirt was buttoned crookedly – even though he was drunk and completely away from anything rational Kurt thought he was the cutest thing in the world.

"Alright. Now go to sleep. You're gonna feel awful tomorrow," Kurt sighed and kissed his forehead with a smile. He pulled the covers closely around him and hoped it was enough for Blaine to not get cold during the night.

Without warning Blaine had wrapped the covers over Kurt as well and pulled him close to kiss him. The heat between his legs was burning stronger than ever and he just needed to react to it. He could feel the wet filling his insides and everything was throbbing.

Blaine moved his lips powerfully and to Kurt's surprise he let his hands drift onto Kurt's ass to take a firm grip. Kurt panicked and tried pushing Blaine away with his hands to his chest, but Blaine kept going and suddenly his crutch was rubbing against Kurt's.

"Blaine, stop! You need to sleep. I'm go to bed and we'll talk about this tomorrow. Goodnight," Kurt said harshly, shocked and stressed that he had felt himself get aroused. It was not okay; Blaine was still just a kid.

He got to his feet and turned off the light, but when he was just about to open the door to go to his own room he stopped – Blaine was sniffling.

Now he had screwed up everything. Kurt had probably felt that there weren't anything there and he was going to leave him. The tears he had held back so many times over the night was filling his face now.

"Blaine... are you crying?" Kurt asked carefully as he turned around.

"Please don't leave me. Please Kurt..." he cried silently into his pillow, throat clogged up with fear and alcohol filling him up.

Kurt's hand dropped from the doorknob as he took a step back towards the bed. Even in the dark the tears were shining on Blaine's cheeks.

"I'm just gonna go to bed, Blaine. I'll be right down the hall and I'll see you in the morning, sweetie."

He felt bad for leaving him like that, when he was sad and crying even though he knew that it was only because he was drunk.

"Kurt... d-don't hate. Please. I can't take it if you hate me," Blaine sobbed and hit Kurt straight in the heart.

He hurried to the bed and sat down to kiss Blaine's cheek and find his hand in the mess that was sheets and pillows. He squeezed it as hard as he could and wiped his hand over Blaine's face.

"Now you're just being stupid. I could never hate you. You're way too cute to hate," Kurt cooed consoling, but Blaine's face continued to wet. Kurt sighed heavily as he could only see one thing left to do.

"Please, don't go. Please."

"Shhh... how about I got change and then I come back and stay with you until you're asleep?" He suggested and supposed he could stay awake a little longer. Once Blaine was calmed down it probably wouldn't take him anymore than a minute to go to sleep, anyway.

After a moment of silence Blaine nodded with a sniff and clenched Kurt's hand. Kurt kissed his cheek and smiled before he got to his feet.

There was no way he could go to his own room to get his pajamas now, because Blaine would surely panic if he got near the door, so he went for Blaine's closet. He knew that he definitely wouldn't fit into his pants, so he settled for a t-shirt. It was a little too small, so it was very slim around his torso but he could always change in his own room.

Kurt climbed into the bed and under the covers in nothing but Blaine's t-shirt and his underwear. He felt exposed and awkward, but he couldn't just leave Blaine like this.

"Hi. Are you better now?" He asked when Blaine sniffling looked at him.

Kurt folded his arm over Blaine's waist like when they were watching movies. Blaine nodded and moved closer to curl up with his one arm around Kurt and his forehead and free hand hidden against his chest.

"Thank you. You're the best... brotherfriend ever," Blaine said in a weak, thick voice. He felt pathetic, but he also felt safe in Kurt's arms.

"I'm not sure that's a word, but just – shhh, go to sleep and you'll be better in the morning," Kurt crooned, knowing Blaine would feel terrible in the morning, but let his hand drift consoling up and down Blaine's back.

"Mhm... I love you," Blaine mumbled and kissed his collarbone before Kurt could hear that his breathing drifted into a low snoring.

He didn't stop caressing Blaine's back, but he was pretty sure his heart stopped. Blaine had just told him that he loved him, and now he was asleep – he was drunk, but hadn't someone said that you get the truth from drunks? How was he supposed to react to that?

His heart was racing now, and Blaine was suddenly very heavy in his arms. He kept his hand running up and down, but mindlessly doing so. What was he supposed to say in the morning? Especially since he needed to explain to Blaine that they had to discuss the sexual aspects of their relationship, he couldn't let him just grab around him like that – Blaine had only just turned 15.