"Sweetheart, wake up."

"Blaine?"

"Blaine? Who's Blaine? Kurt, its Carole. You missed breakfast and we were worried about you." Kurt's eyes snapped open to bright sunlight, and he reached for his phone.

"What? I set my phone last night for 9 am." The phone was cold; the work of a ghost, and Kurt realized someone must have turned off the alarm. His first thought was Blaine, but he wouldn't do that just so Kurt could sleep in. Would he?

"It's alright, I just wanted to tell you that your dad has a big meeting today and won't be able to take you to New York this weekend. But he said he promises we can all go for three days next weekend." Kurt felt his heart drop. This had been his day; they were going to go to New York. He had only been there once for Nationals, but a chance to actually explore the city had created so much excitement in him, that this news hit him, like the Titanic hitting an iceberg.

"I understand." Carole patted his arm and left. Kurt fell back down, staring at the ceiling. He was sad about New York, but honestly, he would be lying if he said it felt more important than Blaine right now. He could not get the image of Blaine out of his head. He groaned Blaine's name before he could stop himself. It was just so frustrating!

"Kurt?" Kurt's head shot up so fast he got dizzy.

"Blaine? What?" He was so confused, why did Blaine look so concerned?

"You called me, what is it? Are you hurt?" Blaine was hovering his fingers inches above Kurt's body.

"I didn't call you." Blaine's eyes locked on his in understanding, and his confused expression vanished.

"Oh, Kurt, right. No you didn't, but you did. On accident I guess." Blaine looked relieved and sat on Kurt's bed looking exhausted, as if he had been in a very high level of stress.

"What? I mean- what?" Kurt was still confused, he turned towards Blaine, pulling his legs in underneath him, very aware he had just woken up and probably had morning breath. Could Blaine smell? Would he even be able to tell? He could see and feel and… yeah he could probably smell. Best not to take chances.

"You called my name, I felt it. It's like you reached out for my energy and something inside me was tugged and I knew you wanted me." If Kurt wasn't mistaken, his heart had reached its maximum capacity of his love for Blaine. Blaine had heard him call him. Kurt had never been able to master that gift. No matter how many times he called for his mother, she never came. But Blaine was there; he had heard him and come immediately.

"I'll have to remember that." Kurt said, trying to keep his voice playful.

"Better not abuse it too much." And then Blaine winked. HE WINKED. Blaine winked at Kurt. Kurt Hummel, the king of awkward and weird. Not only had he winked, oh no, he had flirted back. He had been so wrong about his heart reaching the maximum capacity to love because this was it. Kurt could have soared around the world. Twice.

"Kurt?" Blaine said, waving a glowing hand in his face. It took everything Kurt had not to attack his face right now with his lips. He smiled brightly, "Yes?"

"How come you were distressed? What happened?" His face fell; smile leaving him for a better face, someone else to have his happiness.

With an annoyed groan Kurt threw off his covers and began pacing, "My dad is busy this weekend. I mean, I get it, but he promised me. I only agreed to spend my summer here because we would get to go to New York! The big apple! I would see Broadway shows and look at college campuses, maybe even climb the Empire State Building."

Just then, Kurt was struck with an idea. Why did he need his dad or Carole to go with him to New York? He would go himself. He raced to his closet, grabbed some clothes and an overnight bag and began planning an outfit.

"Kurt, you're not leaving me are you?" Kurt froze. The desperation in Blaine's voice was unmistakable. Blaine was worried that Kurt was leaving. Kurt had never felt so loved, wanted, and needed by someone else in that moment. Even it was only in a friendship way.

"Of course I'm not." He crossed over to stand in front of Blaine, his hands wanting to take Blaine's face between them, but afraid to take the chance, "I'm going to New York, to hell with moping all day. You'll come won't you?"

Blaine's slight nod and shining eyes were enough for Kurt to launch himself into Blaine's arms with a squeal, his fingers curling into Blaine's hair before he realized what he was doing. Blaine was laughing against his neck; a strong deep laugh and Kurt felt it vibrating through him.

He peeled himself out of Blaine's arms, standing, trying not to look too sheepish, "Uhh, I'm going to jump in the shower."

Blaine's eyes followed him with a smile plastered on his face, and Blaine wondered if he weren't dead, would Kurt see the blush on his own face?

"Kurt?"

"Hmm?" Kurt was still smiling when he turned back to Blaine.

"I just- thank you."

"For what? I haven't done anything except steal your room." Blaine laughed nervously. He held out his hands nervously for Kurt, who stepped back towards him and took them in his own.

"Thank you for not kicking me out. I mean, you could have, but you didn't." Kurt watched Blaine stroke his knuckles unsure of what to say. He couldn't exactly blurt out that he had a crush on him. It was just a crush. Blaine had the ability to just leave him.

Besides, he didn't even know if Blaine was gay. He could just be a very accepting, flirty, touchy, straight guy. So Kurt didn't say what he wanted to and instead said, "I couldn't kick you out if I tried. I'd miss you too much." It was enough, though. It was a declaration of admiration, a promise of friendship between man and ghost, alive or dead aside.

"I'd miss you too." Kurt looked him in the eyes. It was so heartbreaking to look into them and want more but knowing every odd is completely against his favor. But he couldn't worry about that now. Heck he was going to New York for the weekend!

"Now are you going to let me take a shower or not? I cannot show up to New York looking like this." Kurt said, trying not to smile.

"I think you look adorable." Blaine said, eyes raking up and down Kurt with a mischievous grin.

"Blaine! I'm in my pajamas!"

"I know." Blaine held his gaze for both a heartbeat too long and not long enough.

"Books!" Kurt blurted out suddenly.

"What?"

"We can get you some new books in New York." Kurt couldn't remember the last time he had been hugged like that. A fully enveloped, face squished, toes knocking, bodies flushed together, uncontrollable laughter kind of hug.

Kurt gasped when Blaine kissed him roughly on the cheek and then shoved him lightly towards the bathroom. It might not have been a real kiss, but Kurt knew he would be dreaming about that kiss for rest of his life. And if telling Blaine he would get him books got him a kiss on the cheek, he could only dream of what Blaine would do when he actually bought them.