“Can I help you?” Kurt asked exercising all of the politeness he could, while trying to make it to his next class on time.

The man smiled back, “I am hurt; you don’t remember me do you?”

Kurt wracked his brain, trying to recall this person in front of him, “I’m sorry, no.” He gave the stranger a apologetic sigh.

“I’m James, we met at the Gay-Straight Alliance mixer.”

Then Kurt remembered, he was the guy who couldn’t take a hint that he was not interested. “That’s right,” Kurt said quickly, “what did you need, I kind of need to get to class.”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight.” He said giving what he thought was an irresistible smile.

Kurt gave him another apologetic smile, “Sorry, I have a boyfriend.” Then started to walk away. James followed.

“The way I see it, if you don’t have a ring on your finger, you are still available.” James said, keeping pace with Kurt as he made his was to French.

“Well, I don’t see it that way, so sorry the answer is still no.” Kurt said, picking up his pace, feeling very uncomfortable.

James placed his hand on Kurt’s shoulder, “Hey, now don’t be that way.”

A shock of panic shot through Kurt at the touch. He swung around knocking James’ hand away, “Don’t touch me.” He hissed.

“You afraid you won’t be able to resist me?” James crooned running a hand down Kurt’s left cheek.

Panic and instinct kicked in and before Kurt knew it; his fist rocketed through the air connecting with James’ nose. He yelled, “I said don’t touch me!”

A few people turned and watched the scene unfold as the lithe boy stood seething in front of the taller man with blood running down his face.

“What the fuck is your problem?” James screamed.

The adrenaline began to leave Kurt’s body as James continued to scream insults at him, calling him a flirt and a tease. Kurt wasn’t hearing only James anymore, now threats and insults from the past mixed and echoed through his mind. James was standing over him, unleashing unheard words, his scent and face morphing with that of another. Kurt’s whole body was trembling. He placed his hands over his ears and yelled,”STOP!” The noise continued.
Finally, mustering all of his strength Kurt pushed the man away, sending him sprawling to the ground. His voice was low but full of venom and strength, “Leave me alone! I did nothing to deserve this, just leave me the fuck alone.” Kurt turned, his classes forgotten and sprinted back to his dorm room ignoring everything around him.

Time seemed to stand still for Kurt, as he lay curled on his bed trembling with tears leaking from his eyes. He didn’t hear soft footsteps making their way through the suite. Only when he felt the bed shift and a hand lightly touch his shoulders, did he realize he was not alone.

“What happened, Nick called me saying he saw you running through the park crying, he was worried about you.” Blaine said, rubbing Kurt’s arm.

Kurt couldn’t get his voice to work, all that would come out were sobs. He rolled over pulling Blaine down beside him, burying his head in Blaine’s chest his hands clutched tightly around Blaine’s waist. Blaine held him, stroking Kurt’s arm while making soothing noises, assuring him that he was here, and Kurt was safe.

Slowly Kurt’s trembling subsided, and the tension slowly left his body. Laying a kiss to Kurt’s forehead, Blaine whispered, “Can you tell me what happened?”

Kurt didn’t move, but slowly told Blaine all about his confrontation with James. “I just kept hearing Karosfky and I panicked, I finally shoved him away and ran here. I just hate feeling defenseless.”

Blaine held Kurt closer, “I don’t know what you’re talking about; it sounds to me like you held your own today. Sure, the guy was yelling and out of control, but you punched him and shoved him off. Sounds like he came out worse than you did.”

Kurt sniffled, “I guess you’re right, but he is probably not curled up on his bed crying about it.”

“Hey, you said yourself that you tend to be emotional, plus it was scary and I’m sure you had an adrenalin rush then crashed, it seems like a natural response.” Blaine told him, kissing his forehead.

Kurt couldn’t hold his chuckle in, “even if he was curled up in his bed, he is all alone, while I have you here with me.” Kurt looked straight into Blaine’s beautiful hazel eyes, mesmerized by the swirls of color there. “I love you,” he whispered pulling Blaine in to a slow passionate kiss.

Kurt’s hands moved from Blaine’s shirt, where they had been gripping, to cup his face. One hand moved to tangle in the hairs at the base of Blaine’s neck. He then leaned over so he was above Blaine, deepening the kiss. Blaine’s hand snaked up from Kurt’s waist, slipping under his shirt.

They lost themselves in each other, all us forgotten but the man beside them. Needing to be closer, Kurt broke the kiss long enough to rid himself of his shirt, surprising Blaine, who seemed to drink him in for a moment before rolling him over on his back. Kurt eagerly resumed the kiss, relishing the feel of Blaine’s hands over his bare torso. Deeply wanting to see more, feel more of Blaine, Kurt edged his shirt over Blaine’s head.

The kiss paused as Kurt took in the sight above him. Blaine’s hair was messy, his lips red and swollen. His olive skin contrasting with Kurt’s own ivory. A light dusting of chest hair embellished Blaine’s chest. Blaine’s own dark eyes searched Kurt, surveying the perfection he found there. With less desperation, their lips met again, hands caressing, memorizing the feel of each other. Blaine began to trail kisses down Kurt’s neck, stopping at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Kurt moaned in pleasure feeling Blaine kiss, lick and nip and the sensitive skin.

“Blaine…” he moaned, louder than he intended, just as the suite door flew open. Nick and Jeff, not knowing what they were interrupting rushed into Kurt’s room filled with worry.

“Kurt are you…” But the question died on Nick’s lips, seeing his two friends shirtless, intertwined. “Sorry… oh man, sorry.” He stammered, pulling Jeff behind him, closing the previously open door.

Blaine and Kurt looked at each other for a moment before bursting out in a fit of giggles. They held each other as the laughed deeply at the embarrassing situation. Catching his breath, Kurt finally said, “You know it might have been better to do this in your room.”

Blaine kissed his chest once again before adding, “If we planned that it might have helped. You are gorgeous Kurt, absolute perfection.” Kurt’s skin began to glow with a rosy blush. “Are you feeling better?”

Kurt chuckled, taking Blaine’s face in his, giving him another kiss, “Yes, much. I actually forgot about it. Thank you for being here.” He looked down at their bodies again, “And for being here.” He added with a smile.

“Anytime.” Blaine answered with a cheeky grin. “We should probably go out there, I think Nick was about to have a panic attack. He was really worried about you earlier. He called me because he thought it would be easier for you to talk to me. While I am sure he knows you are okay now, we should probably assure him… is that okay?”

Kurt, playing with the hair at the base of Blaine’s neck answered, “I suppose we had better, as long as you promise me we can do this again.”

Blaine smiled in answer before standing, trying to find their discarded shirts. Handing Kurt his shirt, he then pulled his own over his head. Once Kurt was fully dressed again, he stood, bringing Blaine into another kiss, this one sweet but brief. “I love you, thank you for making me feel better, letting me see things a different way.”

Blaine smiled, ran his fingers through Kurt’s hair, and looked straight into his beautiful blue eyes before responding, “I love you too, Kurt. And I will do anything to make sure that you are happy and that smile stays on your handsome face.” They linked hands and walked out of Kurt’s room.

It took them awhile to locate Nick and Jeff, who were huddled in the corner of the Rec room downstairs. Kurt readily explained what had happened this morning, making sure to thank Nick for his concern and for calling Blaine to check on him. None mentioned the state Kurt and Blaine were discovered in.

When they were sitting around a table in the dining hall, Jeff asked, “So what are your plans for Thanksgiving?” It turned out that both Nick was going to Pennsylvania where his grandparents lived. Jeff was flying out to Ohio to see his family. Kurt felt a pang in his heart knowing that would be the first Thanksgiving he would be spending away from his family.
“I can’t go home this year,” He told the other boys, trying not to sound too upset.

Blaine squeezed his hand, “I’m staying here too, my parents are going to Hawaii. One of the perks of having a son in college they said.”

That evening the four boys returned to the Rec room for a 80’s movie marathon, enjoying one of the perks of dorm life. Kurt sat on one of the couches, his arms wrapped around Blaine, who was sitting between his legs. The only stares the received were from a couple of girls who were giggling at their cuteness. Kurt felt safe and happy watching The Princess Bride with his boyfriend, their friends and several friendly faces.

Through the rest of the night, Kurt longed to take Blaine back to his dorm room for a little ‘private time’, but he wasn’t sure how to make it happen. Instead, he held the man in his arms, and planned. He was dozing off by the middle of the fourth movie. Blaine noticed his grip slacking and his breathing evening out, and shook him awake. They left Nick and Jeff to enjoy the rest of The Breakfast Club, and walked quietly back to Kurt’s dorm. A few slow, sweet kisses later, the bid each other good night and went to their separated beds.

Kurt woke up early to his alarm, set for a specific purpose. He hurriedly got ready for the day, leaving the suite before the sun was barely up. Kurt traversed the cold New York Streets, heading first to a convenience store, stocking up on supplies for the day. Next he found a stand on a street corner and bought a bunch of flowers, sunflowers in autumn red, yellows and oranges. Finally he made his way to their coffee shop, picking up their regular coffee order along with a Western Omelet Sandwich (Blaine’s favorite) and a Greek Omelet Sandwich (Kurt’s favorite). He hurried back to the dorm room wanting to make it back before the coffee had time to get cold.

He made his way to the 12th floor, to room 1221, Blaine’s room. He knocked on the door, loud enough to wake Blaine if he happened to be asleep, but not so loud to startle him. He stood waiting, his arms tiring from holding the packages in his hands. Just as Kurt is raising his hand to knock again, a groggy Blaine, opens the door.

“Kurt!” he gives him a sleepy smile, “what’s going on?”

Kurt smiled back at the tousled shape of his boyfriend, “I brought you coffee and all the fixings for a grand day in, sound good?”

“Sounds great, come in.” Blaine invited Kurt in and then excused himself to the bathroom. Kurt had been in Blaine’s room a handful of times before, but they mainly chose to stay in Kurt’s suite. While Blaine was busy in the bathroom, Kurt put the Sunflowers in a black vase from his room. He pulled his laptop out of his messenger bag and set it on Blaine’s desk chair, angling to face the bed. He the fruit and whipped cream in the mini-fridge and the crackers and popcorn on top of the microwave that stood on top of it.

Kurt removed his boots and heavy coat, placing them in Blaine’s closet. By the time Blaine returned, Kurt had two lap trays ready with their breakfast and coffee. Blaine surveyed the setup appreciatively.

“Wow, you really went all out didn’t you?” He said with a smile.

“I just wanted to make a special day in for you. Hopefully we won’t be interrupted and we can enjoy a quiet day.” Kurt said with a smile. They ate breakfast, while watching old cartoons on Kurt’s laptop, reminiscing about their favorite childhood memories.

Blaine told Kurt about going to London with his parents and his antics trying to get the palace guards to break. Kurt told Blaine about his obsession with The Sound of Music; how he used to dress up like a nun, dancing around the house singing to his mother’s amusement. Laughter reigned the morning, cartoons the soundtrack to their memories.

As the morning turned to afternoon, the mood began to shift. Soon they were watching old movies, feeding each other fruit dipped in the sweet whipped cream, arms around each other. Eyes were help longer, touches seemed to linger, but it was sweet not lustful. A tender afternoon spent basking in the presence of the one they loved.

No one interrupted them; they could almost imagine they were the only ones in the world. The illusion only broken by the city noises wafting from down below and the occasional voice coming through the dorm room door. As evening approached, their attention moved completely from the laptop and on to each other.