Blaine awoke slightly groggy the next morning to muted light and the rise and fall of the body beneath him. His eyes were sensitive so all the crying had left them puffy, irritated and blurry. He was warm, nestled in soft sheets and strong arms and he had never felt so safe and content. But Blaine was still all too aware of what he had shared with Kurt the night before and he was scared of where they were to go from that point on. Blaine's life story could look so different in the light of day, without the stillness and the cover of nightfall.

He turned to rest his other cheek on Kurt's chest so he could look up at him, angelic and radiant even in slumber with sleep warmed cheeks and bed mussed hair. The rhythmic beat of Kurt's heart was a comfort as he reached up to stroke his fingertips across his jaw line and into his hair, delicately fingering stray chestnut tendrils that fell across his forehead. He skittered across the planes of Kurt's face before gently brushing across his lips until Blaine felt them twitch and purse to kiss softly at the pads of his fingers.

Blaine pulled his hand away and let out a small muffled giggle as Kurt slowly blinked his eyes open. "You're so beautiful" he said not even a ‘hello' or ‘good morning'. He grinned down at Blaine pillowed sweetly on his chest and trying to hide his blush in the fabric of Kurt's shirt. "Aww" Kurt cooed "I think I like adorable, bashful Blaine."

"I don't think I like you at all." Blaine mumbled petulantly with such an irresistible pout that Kurt couldn't help but lean down and kiss it.

"You love me." Kurt uttered softly, almost questioningly, settling his hands at Blaine's waist as he shifted to straddle his hips, his palms moving to cup Kurt's face.

"Ti amo, remember?"

"I'll never forget. Ti amo, Blaine."

.oO0Oo.

After an hour of laughter and lazy kisses they finally dragged themselves out of the warmth of Blaine's bed. They were barely ever a few metres from each other as they showered and dressed, Kurt wrapped up in an oversized woollen red sweater of Blaine's and clean boxers and Blaine couldn't stop staring. He dressed in a loose white shirt and faded blue jeans himself, with his glasses perch on the bridge of his nose; still wobbly on his feet so he chose comfort over style though the strip of tanned skin visible underneath his collar pleased Kurt greatly. And the sight of Kurt tugging nervously at the hem of his sweater, biting his lip and smiling coyly as the smooth pale skin of his collar bone was exposed pleased Blaine even more.

Although before he could get his hands on him a loud clanging and a quietly muttered "Oh shit" sounded from beyond the bedroom door and that was their cue to leave their blissful bubble and greet the morning and what sounded suspiciously like Cooper Anderson.

It turned out that Cooper had let himself in early that morning to make sure everything was okay and to discuss some ‘plans' that he was concerned about. However, he did contemplate leaving when he heard some giggling, a less than appropriate use of Italian and a few muffled moans here and there. Kurt blushed and tried to hide behind Blaine, while he just continued to look around unimpressed at the mess Cooper had made of his kitchen.

"Good morning, love birds!" Cooper crowed, grinning cheekily.

"Thanks for breakfast, Coop." Blaine smirked, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist and propping his chin on his shoulder "I'm ravenous."

"Of course you are." both Kurt and Cooper muttered before Kurt tilted his head to kiss Blaine hard and dirty, with complete disregard of Cooper's presence.

When they pulled apart it was with panting breaths and a slightly shell shocked Cooper. "Huh" he mused "That was both adorable and filthy I'm seriously trying to decide whether to vomit or hunker down in my bunk."

"Cooper, shut up and eat your eggs." Blaine grunted, sitting down at the kitchen table beside Kurt. "I'm serious, Blainey-"

"Shut up"

"But-"

"Three seconds to shut the hell up!"

"Kurt's hot!" Cooper blurted out with a small smirk and Blaine glared at him, needless to say that the kitchen became an even bigger mess soon after.

.oO0Oo.

"Well" Cooper sighed, shaking scrambled eggs out of his hair "I was not expecting that kind of reaction."

"I thought I told you to shut up." Blaine mumbled from his place snuggled into Kurt's side. "You did but I think we all know there's something we need to talk about."

"And what would that be?"

"Blaine you relapsed 36 hours ago and I want you to be safe and happy and healthy so I need to know what you want to do about it."

Blaine sighed staying quiet. "Maybe we should get in touch with Dr Reed and-" Cooper suggested. "I am not going to see that shrink again," Blaine replied shortly "he was judgemental and completely unhelpful and I wasn't going to tell him shit no matter how much he wanted to be my ‘friend'."

"What about a rehabilitation centre?" Kurt added, rubbing Blaine's back soothingly as he hunched over the kitchen island. "Yeah," Blaine scoffed "like I can afford that."

"Well then maybe..." Kurt started cautiously "A home detox programme?"

Kurt regretted his suggestion when he caught sight of Blaine's wince and wide frightened eyes. "Too risky," Cooper supplied "if his detox is unsupervised or unaided then it can be dangerous. If he goes without anything for an extended period of time, too suddenly, it could cause his body to shut down, organ failure things like that."

"Well then what else is there?"

"There are out-patient detox programmes." Cooper mentioned "It's cheaper, you'll only have to go to the clinic once every few days Blaine and someone will come here from time to time to give you emotional support-" Blaine opened his mouth to protest but was cut off "Not, a shrink Blaine but a professional who can keep an eye on how you're coping, better than either I or Kurt can."

"Okay I- I'll do it thank you."

"It's okay little B, we've got your back" Cooper smiles fondly down at him, squeezing his shoulder. "You haven't called me little B since I was fourteen." Blaine whispered, eyes a little watery. "Yeah well I haven't been a big brother to you since then have I." Blaine tried to refute immediately but Cooper just grinned and shook his head before lightly kissing his forehead, picking up his jacket and leaving.

.oO0Oo.

Kurt and Blaine remained in the kitchen for a while after Cooper's departure, Kurt all the while carding his fingers through Blaine's silky curls.

"There's something else bothering you about this, isn't there?" Kurt questioned.

"I- just," Blaine sighed, pulling Kurt closer until he was sitting on his lap "it'll mean I'll have to leave class for a while, a month at least and I can't ask you, to go through all this. Withdrawal hurts, detoxing hurts, I've tried before." Blaine buried his face in the juncture of Kurt's neck, kissing hard at the sweet smelling skin there.

"I know, I know. Shhh, don't be silly, I'm here every step of the way." Kurt murmured running his hands through Blaine's dark curls.

"You're destroying yourself like this Blaine." He whispered sadly. Blaine stopped then and clutched at Kurt tighter. "Somethings need to be destroyed." His words shocked Kurt. That even after all Blaine had been though, after how tormented he'd been by animals like Tommy, Max, Evan, Zach and Jake he saw himself as the monster.

"Not you," Kurt says adamantly, his blue eyes blazing and holding Blaine's gaze "never you Blaine. You need to stop this."

Blaine's gaze was reverent and dark as he leaned in to press his lips to Kurt's, kissing him hard, almost bruising. He pulled back and Kurt whined, his eye hooded and a breathtaking midnight blue. "Make me." He whispered hotly against Kurt's glistening kiss swollen lips and in an instant Kurt has claimed his.