All right, so now that’s happened. We can get back to matters that are currently pressing me, and by matters I mean Kurt. Is curled into my side, looking cute as ever. He looks so calm when he’s asleep, still beautiful of course. But in a different way, much more subtle. I can feel his chest rising and falling evenly on my hip, damn I could get used to waking up with him in my arms. I’ve never really slept in the same bed as anyone; it was always me in a sleeping bag on the floor. This is definitely my new favorite way to wake up.

Kurt stirred and opened his eyes, squinting at the light pouring into the room. He didn’t seem to notice that it was me that he was cuddled against and preceded to burrow him into my side even more. I giggled softly at the motion, this caused him to realize my presence and look up. He immediately turned a deep shade of red and muttered apology after apology. “Kurt, Kurt, Kurt! Calm down. It’s fine. Really, I’ve been awake for about half an hour. You just looked so peaceful; I couldn’t wake you up by moving. Sorry if that’s, borderline creepy or something.”

”Nope, not creepy in the slightest. Blaine would it be weird if I said you were my best friend, I mean we haven’t really known each other that long. So I don’t wanna cross any lines.” “No lines have been crossed my diva friend. Because I find myself thinking of you in the same way.” And so much more, just open your pretty eyes Kurt, I’m right here. Begging to be yours.

He smiled a toothy smile and wrapped his arms around me for a tight embrace. I blushed but held him close non-the less; I sighed softly and let myself nudge my face into his sweet smelling hair. He pulled out of the embrace far to soon in my personal opinion, but I suppose it wasn’t up to me. He’s setting all of the boundaries in this friendship. But hey, I held his hand literally 5 seconds after meeting him. Why shouldn’t I be aloud to hold him in an embrace? Right, that’s not creepy at all, is it?

I knew the moments of being in bed with Kurt couldn’t last forever, no matter how much I hoped. He slid out of the bed and stood awkwardly in the middle of the room before mumbling something that sounded like “Bathroom?” I pointed towards to door to the right and got out of the bed myself. I moved towards my dresser and pulled out a plain black t-shirt. I pulled my Dalton shirt over my head and threw it over the desk chair. Just as I was about to pull the shirt on, I heard the bathroom door open. A sharp intake of breath was heard in front of me. I looked up to see Kurt standing frozen in the doorway staring at me. Eyes raking up and down my body.

Now I wasn’t one to brag, I mean I’m not buff. But I’m not exactly scrawny, singing and dancing around takes effort. Well, that and I try to work out at least 3 days a week in the gym Dalton has. Honestly, I was just looking to be slightly toned to impress boys when we went to the beach, or swimming. At least someone is taking in my efforts, it helps that the someone taking them in is Kurt.

”Blaine I am so sorry, I didn’t know you were changing. If I had of I would have just stayed put in the bathroom. Not that you aren’t gorgeous… I-I I mean… not that I was looking, but it’s just, you’re right there. I’m just going to shut up now.” “Kurt honestly, it’s fine. I’m not ashamed of my body, and you shouldn’t be ashamed to look. We’re teenagers love, it’s bound to happen”

Wait? Love? Where the hell did that come from, now I’m calling him by pet names? Fuck, get me a ring and a priest and I’ll just marry the boy! Hmm, being married to Kurt, that doesn’t sound half bad. Shit, no. None of these thoughts, my god. I need to seriously calm the fuck down. These thoughts are getting far to out of hand for my liking; it’s frightening how pleasant it is to think about marrying Kurt.

He was blushing. Fucking blushing, was it because I called him love? Or is it because he just saw me half naked? Damn it Kurt! Why aren’t you more readable, maybe he is and I’m just an idiot? My friends have called me oblivious on more than one occasion when it came to guys being interested in me. Maybe I was only oblivious because it really didn’t matter? I’ve never felt like this about anyone but Kurt before. It’s terrifying, to be filled with such emotion. If I thought singing my own songs was emotionally draining, then I was seriously wrong. Compared to this, singing my own songs is fucking nothing.

Sometimes, well… a lot of the time, I feel like I’m not going to find someone to be with. Like no one will ever want me, but I suppose it’s normal for a teenager to feel like that. I’m sure most do at one point or another. But then, you meet someone like Kurt. And your entire outlook on life, kind of changes. I hope to god it’s for the better, and that all of this ends on a happy note, because honestly if it doesn’t. I’m in far to deep to let this go.