The alarm clock rang, loud and insistent, while Kurt tried, unsuccessfully, to block the noise. It was clear that it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, so he finally gave up, grumbling as he tossed the blanket aside. He turned the alarm off, walking towards the bathroom, still half-asleep. Although he knew he shouldn’t, he couldn’t help but to look at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was messy, his expression giving away how tired he was, not that the bags under his eyes couldn’t say the same. Sighing he turned away from the mirror, walking towards the shower and turning on the water, waiting until it was in the ideal temperature.

He didn’t care to rush himself on the bath, allowing the hot water to relax his muscles as he allowed himself to get lost in the feeling of the water falling hard, hot, unstoppable, on his body, the noise helping him to clear his mind and get ready for an entire week of the hell that some people insisted to call high school.

He left the bathroom about 1 hour later, feeling fresh and renewed after both the shower and his skin care routine. He firmly wrapped the towel around his waist, walking towards the desk where his clothes were and picking them up, putting them on quickly as he rushed back to the bathroom to style his hair and see if he could do something about the bags under his eyes.

Once he was done he went downstairs, the smell of pancakes, toasts, eggs and many more making his stomach rumble, reminding him of how hungry he was. He entered the kitchen, not surprised to see only Carole there with a handful of dishes, setting the table.

“Good morning.” He kissed her cheek, taking a few plates out of her hand and placing them on the table alongside with the silverware that was on the counter.

“Thank you, Kurt.” She smiled gently at him, rubbing her hands at her apron. “Did you sleep well?” She sat at the table and poured some coffee in both of their mugs.

“I barely did.” He admitted, trying to contain a yawn, and failing. “It was already past midnight when I managed to talk to Blaine.”

“Your father told me about his decision.” Her tone was as sympathetic as the smile she gave to him, placing her hand on top of his. “I know it’s going to be hard for both of you.”

“Apparently, not for him.” He murmured, adding sugar to his coffee and mixing it slowly, his gaze lost on the sugar disappearing.

“Care to elaborate?” She tilted her head, taking a sip of her coffee as watching Kurt bit his lips. “We have a few minutes before your father and Finn joins us and something tells me this is a subject you’d rather not discuss with them.”

“It’s-“He sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. He could use some advice and he’d rather not discuss his relationships problems with Rachel. As for Mercedes, she’d say he was being paranoid and acting jealous over nothing and that was certainly not what he needed. “There’s this guy… His name is Sebastian.” He paused, raising his gaze to meet her eyes, which seemed to be 100% involved in the story, so he continued. “He just transferred from Paris and he’s really attractive. And he’s a Warbler.” He took a sip of his coffee, rubbing his scalp against the hot surface of the mug. “Apparently he’s Blaine’s new best friend.” He snorted his tone bitter than he had thought it’d be. He saw Carole raise an eyebrow, as if saying, so what? “Which I’d be totally ok with,” He rushed to say. “If it wasn’t for the fact that he hits on Blaine all the time, shamelessly. And Blaine doesn’t do anything about it, in fact,” He stopped frowning at why it hadn’t occurred to him earlier, more precisely, when he was talking, well, more like fighting, to Blaine in Rachel’s room on the day before. “He kind of encourages Sebastian.”

 “Oh.” She frowned, taking a sip of her coffee, her gaze running through the kitchen and returning to Kurt. “Did you talk to Blaine about it?”

“I did, but he just said that I had nothing to worry about.” He shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal, which, if the feeling on the pit of his stomach was anything to go by, actually was.

“Well, then you should believe him.” She stretched her arm and reached out for his hand, squeezing it firmly, winking, and her expression becoming playful for a slight second, before it was serious again. “The distance thing will be hard on both of you. Don’t make it even harder by wasting your time together fighting over Sebastian, Kurt, trust me, it’s not worth it.”

“Well, it couldn’t do any harm trying.” He murmured, taking another sip of coffee.

“Exactly.” She patted his hand, smiling softly. “So, you better get some pancakes fast if you have any hope of getting any. You know how Burt and Finn are.”

“Thanks, Carole.” He smiled as she got up and went back to the oven. “But I think I’ll just eat an apple, I don’t think my stomach is up for such food today.”

“Well, Finn will be happy to know about it.”

They laughed, as Burt entered on the kitchen with a half asleep Finn by his side.

“Morning.” He said, taking his usual seat in the table as Finn sat, well; more like dropped himself, on the chair next to Kurt.

“What do we have for breakfast?” He asked, yawning, his eyes barely open.

“Pancake, French toast, eggs and bacon.” Carole answered, placing the other dishes in front of them. Burt rubbed his hands, smiling, his mouth salivating at the vision of the food. “And,” Carole started, bringing another dish.”For Burt, a delicious fruit salad with yogurt and orange juice.”

Kurt smiled, proudly, at Carole as Burn snorted, mumbling something like “uneatable” and “real food” under his breath.

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“Kurt are you sure you don’t wanna see the nurse?” Rachel asked for the billionth time. Kurt only didn’t roll his eyes because her tone was truly concerned.

“Rachel’s right.” Tina agreed. “You look really sick.”

“I’m fine, girls.” It wasn’t a complete lie, he was fine, he was just… Overly anxious. “Seriously, I don’t want you two to be late because of me.” He closed his locker, smiling. “Besides I have to go meet Blaine.”

“Always my brother.” Rachel shook her head, sighing. “Well, if you insist…” She paused giving him time to disagree and turn on his heels to go see the nurse.

“I do.”

“So I guess I’ll see you in Glee.” She locked arms with Tina. “Please, don’t be late; otherwise I’ll have to have my head filled with rather unpleasant images of you and my brother.” She made a disgusted face and shook her head.

“Don’t worry. I’ll tell you everything.” He mocked, waving his hands.

He barely waited for them to turn around before he was turning on his heels and running towards the parking lot.

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The bell of the coffee shop rang, again, and, again, Kurt looked up, hopeful, only to see a tall, blonde guy entering the shop. He tapped his foot; inpatient, glancing around at the nearly empty place, looking for any sign of Blaine.

He started to get a weird feeling at the pit of his stomach and caught himself wondering if, perhaps, Blaine had forgotten about their date, after all, Wes did say Blaine was getting drunk. However, Blaine had never, ever, forgotten any of their dates, it just wasn’t like him, but, again, he reminded himself, the boy hadn’t been acting much like himself lately.

He knew he was being slightly paranoid, but he couldn’t calm his mind down. Ever since he had met Sebastian, he had started being paranoid about everything to do with Blaine, jumping into crazy conclusions whenever he said or did anything that he usually didn’t.

He tried Blaine’s phone again, though it wasn’t long before his voice mail’s message started playing. He groaned in frustration, a mix of anger, disappointment and rejection making his chest tighten.  Finally, the anger won him over and he was seconds away from getting up and leaving when he felt warm, wet lips on his cheek.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Blaine repeated over and over again, as he continued to kiss Kurt’s cheek.

“I’ll think about it.” He replied, grinning. “Here,” He handed Blaine his medium drip. “I bought it for you.” Blaine grabbed the cup and smiled pressing one more kiss to Kurt’s cheek before sitting.

“How’s your day going?”

“It’s go-“Kurt stopped, frowning, eyeing Blaine’s blue plain shirt and black jeans, his hair without a single hint of gel. He pointed at Blaine’s outfit, raising an eyebrow. “Where’s the blazer?”

“I’ve got a pretty bad hangover.” He complained, taking a long sip of the coffee, shrugging. Kurt gave him an "and…" look and he sighed, lowering his coffee. “I was pretty sick by the time I arrived from the party; therefore, I spent pretty much the whole night throwing up. When I finally managed to get some sleep, it was already around 3, so, when my alarm clock rang I knew I wouldn’t be able to go to class, so I called my dads, told them I had a flu and asked them to call the headmaster and explain why I’d be absent from classes today.”

“I went back to bed and set my alarm for 11 and slept again. However I only woke up when Seb walked into the room to drop his things off and head to lunch, by that time; it was already around noon. He told me he had turned my alarm off so I could sleep more, because he thought I needed it.” He stopped and frowned. “It was actually really thoughtful.”

Kurt wanted to ask if Sebastian knew they were going to meet, because that was actually quite weird, but, instead, he asked another question that had to be answered. “Wait.” He narrowed his eyes, feeling his blood boil in anger. “Are you telling me that Sebastian is your roommate?” The word left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Oh,” Blaine scratched his nape awkwardly, glancing around anxiously. He knew he shouldn’t have mentioned that. From now on, no matter what he said or did, he knew Kurt was going to be even more jealous and paranoid. “I thought I had mentioned it before.”

“No, you hadn’t.” He crossed his arms, angrily. “So, the guy who has the biggest crush ever on you gets to sleep next to you, gets to see you half naked and all of that? How does that work, Blaine?”

“Look, Kurt, I think you’re overreacting a little bit.”

“You think I’m overreacting? Let me tell you so-“He stopped abruptly, Carole’s words coming to him “Don’t make it even harder by wasting your time together fighting over Sebastian”. He sighed, knowing she was right. “I’m sorry. I know it wasn’t your fault. I’m just really tired and,” He bit his lower lip. “Whatever. I’m really sorry.”

Blaine reached out for his hand, entwining their fingers. “Who are you? And what did you do to my boyfriend?”

“I can go back to being bitchy Kurt if you prefer.” He replied, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

“No.” Blaine rushed to reply. “I like this one better, he’s much nicer.” He leaned to kiss Kurt, but stopped as Kurt dodged, smiling sadly.

“Let’s not push our luck, okay?”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry.” He replied reaching out for Blaine’s other hand, entwining their fingers.

They stayed like that for several minutes, enjoying each other’s company, on, what they knew, was a rare moment. Soon Kurt would have lots of school things to do and Glee rehearsals and Blaine would be occupied with the Warblers and with what Kurt knew was going to be a really tough school year.

“I have to go.” Kurt sighed, glancing at the clock on the wall. He had about 40 minutes to drive back to McKinley and get to class.

“Can’t you skip the last periods?” Blaine suggested, tilting his head. “I bet Seb is still in class, so we could have the dorm to ourselves.”

“Tempting. Really tempting.” Kurt smiled. “But I can’t.” He got up and grabbed his bag, adjusting it on his shoulder. “I’ll be late, if I don’t leave now.”

Blaine sighed, getting up. “Let’s go then. I’ll walk you to your car.”

He put a hand on Kurt’s back, pushing him towards the door gently. They walked in silence until they reached Kurt’s car. Kurt opened the door and threw his bag in the passenger seat before closing the door, turning to face Blaine.

“So…” He stared at his hands, which played with the hem of Blaine’s shirt. “I guess I’ll see you on Friday.” His stomach ached at the thought of having to wait so long to see Blaine again, but he remembered how hard his junior year at Dalton had been and he hadn’t been half as important to the Warblers as Blaine was.

“Yeah, sure.” Blaine grinned. “I’ll meet you as soon as practice is over, then we’ll stop at my house just so I can take shower and then we’ll go to your house, okay?”

Kurt nodded; smiling a little wider ad he kissed Blaine’s cheek. “I’ll call you when I get home. Get well soon.”

Blaine bit his lower lips, glancing around before turning to face Kurt again. “Don’t I get a kiss?”

“We’re in the parking lot, Blaine.” Kurt stated, thought he kept a tight grip on the hem of Blaine’s shirt.

“Which so happens to be empty.”

Kurt glanced around, just to be sure they were alone before bringing Blaine closer, leaning to touch Blaine’s lips in a sweet, brief kiss. Blaine, however, seemed to have another idea in mind.
He brought one hand to Kurt’s back and the other to his neck, his fingers tilting Kurt’s head to deepen the kiss.  He groaned lowly as Kurt sucked his bottom lip.

Soon they were both holding onto each other as if their lives depended on it. Kurt’s fingers curled on the hem of Blaine’s shirt as Blaine slid his hands to the back pockets of Kurt’s jeans, bringing him as close as possible as their tongues tangled up together. Their teeth clashed as both tried to get more and more of the other, their tongues moving messily as Kurt pulled Blaine closer, his body firmly pressed against the car’s door with Blaine’s body pressed against his.

“B-Blaine.” Kurt panted, struggling to keep his eyes open. “I’m gonna be late.” Blaine nodded as he left a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses, alongside Kurt’s jaw line.

He stopped at Kurt’s pulse point, dizzy from that scent that was so Kurt. It was a mix from his moisturizer, his daily cologne and that smell that Blaine couldn’t quite place, but it was his favorite and it just seemed to cover every inch of Kurt’s body.
He teased the skin lightly, brushing the tip of his tongue against it.

“You smell really good.” Blaine whispered, keeping a tight grip on Kurt’s waist.

“So I’ve heard.” Kurt replied, breathlessly. Blaine’s mouth, which had, finally, started sucking on the skin of his neck, kept most of his brain unable to function.

He knew he was going to be late, but, the acknowledgment that he’d have to spend the entire week without Blaine made him desperate and, with Blaine’s mouth on his neck and the boy’s erection firmly pressed on his thigh, he felt like forgetting everything and just spending the rest of the week kissing Blaine, touching him, being touched by him.

He was still lost in his thoughts when Blaine gave a particular hard suck on his neck, his teeth nibbling the skin, the pain being stronger than the pleasure.

“Ouch.” Kurt complained, putting his hands on Blaine’s chest and pushing him. “Easy Blaine.” He brought one hand to the sore spot, massaging it. “I still have to go back to school. I gain enough glares already without a monstrous hickey on my neck.”

“Sorry.” Blaine mumbled. “Is just… Your smell and I-“Blaine shook his head. “Well, you can’t really blame me.”

Kurt rolled his eyes, smiling, taking Blaine’s hands of his waist. “I really have to go. I don’t wanna be even later.”

“Call me when you get there.” Blaine asked, well, more like ordered.

“Will do.” He met Blaine’s eyes. “Drive safe.”

“You worry too much.” Blaine replied, grinning as he pulled Kurt into a tight hug, burying his face in the crook of Kurt’s neck. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” Kurt whispered. “But I really need to go.”

Blaine nodded, waiting until Kurt’s car was out of sight to walk towards his own car.

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Kurt was already minutes away from his house when he remembered the history essay he had due the next day. Groaning he turned, making his way back to school.

The parking lot was empty, for his happiness. He didn’t want to meet any of the jocks. Although he hadn’t been slushied a single time in one entire month, he didn’t really want to push his luck. He got out of the car and made his way to the hallway, towards his locker.

He was already opening his car’s door when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Adjusting his books on the other arm, he fished his phone out of his pocket. Finn’s text was displayed on the screen when he unlocked it.

Hey dude, are you still in school? If you are can you get my wallet? I forgot it inside my gym locker. Thanks, anyway, bro. –F

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, Finn.” Kurt said to himself, turning on his heels and walking towards the school.