After three weeks since his classes started, Blaine wasn't even sure if he was human anymore. He sure didn't feel like it. On average, he was getting roughly three hours of sleep every night. Weekends were like his own sort of paradise, since he got to take naps with Ali. Plus he got to finish all the homework he ignored during the week.

The only good thing about his exhaustion was that he didn't focus as much on his overwhelming feelings for Kurt. It was like a lid had been put on his feelings. He could still tell they were there, they were just muffled since he was focusing most of his engery on staying awake.

Currently, it was Sunday night and Blaine and Ali are having some dinner. Blaine was hardly eating, just feeding Ali and looking at the clock. It was still too early to put her to bed. Blaine sighed and tried not to pass out in the mashed potatoes he was feeing Ali. Once they were finished eating, Blaine set Ali by her toys and went back to the kitchen to throw the dishes in the dishwasher, thanking every God there was that he owned one.

When he walked back into the living room he froze and stared at Ali. She had pulled herself up to a standing postion on the edge of the coffee table. He stood there for a moment and Ali turned her head and gave him a huge smile. Blaine flailed his arms wildly and gave a huge yell of excitement, which caused Ali to fall back on her butt. Blaine rushed forward and picked her up with a spin. "Ali! You stood up! My baby girl stood up!"

He forgot all about his exhaustion and continued to toss Ali around in the air. Then he would put her back at the edge of the table so she would stand and every time she held herself up, Blaine would start clapping and cheering. He really wished there was someone here to share his excitement with. Kurt! He could text Kurt. He scrambled around, trying to find where he left his phone. It took him a while, but he finally found it and quickly sent a text to Kurt.

"Kurt! Kurtkurtkurtkurtkurt!"

It took a few minutes, but Kurt finally replied. "Woah. Yes Blaine?"

"Ali pulled herself up on the coffee table! She's standing!"

"Really? Blaine, that's awesome!"

"I know! Sorry, I just had to tell someone and you're the first person I thought of."

"Aww. Well I'm glad you shared. It sure brightened my day."

"Everything okay?"

"Of course."

Blaine had a feeling Kurt wasn't being honest, but he didn't want to push. So instead, he sent: "Well. I'm glad Ali and I could help brighten your day Kurt!"

After that, Kurt didn't reply, making Blaine sad he didn't get to talk to Kurt longer. Well, he'd see him in the morning. Another hour of Blaine freaking out over Ali standing, and it was finally time for bed. It was a little earlier than usual, but Blaine's exhaustion returned and he just needed to sleep.

They went through their usual bedtime routine, Blaine singing Ali to sleep and almost falling asleep himself. He barely remembers dragging his tired body to his room, but before he knew it, he was laying face first in his pillows and asleep almost instantly.

It had been a rough weekend for Kurt. Things with him and Lawrence had been getting more tense lately, and Kurt could not figure out why. Kurt had been extra careful with his browser history, deleting it after every use. The frequent calls to and from Rachel had been deleted off his phone after every conversation. Even the texts from Blaine had all been erased. Still, Lawrence constantly checked Kurt's phone and his computer. On the weekends, Kurt couldn't leave the house unless he wanted to have another yelling match with Lawrence.

Time was running out, and Kurt needed to get out of there fast before something happened. He once thought that Lawrence would never physically hurt him, but now he was unsure. His anger was reaching new levels with each fight they had, which made Kurt nervous for the day when Lawrence completely snapped.

Luckily, it was Monday morning and Kurt would get to see the one thing that made him feel better. Blaine. His perfect Blaine. Blaine that he knew without a doubt would never lay a harmful hand on him. Blaine that was always so sweet and caring and made Kurt's heart feel like flying out of his chest. But also the Blaine that Kurt couldn't have.

Kurt had stopped trying not to fall for Blaine a long time ago. He had given in to his fantasies since they were the only thing that could get him through his time with Lawrence. He felt tainted from Lawrence, and that's why he was sure Blaine would never want him. I mean, who would? Kurt used to be such a strong person, never letting anyone push him around. But not anymore. He let Lawrence walk all over him and make him feel like a piece of dust that could be brushed away. He had become some weak little person that was entirely dependent on his boyfriend.

It was the worst feeling in the world.

The feeling of complete helplessness. The feeling of being totally trapped. It was a stressful situation to be in, but he was fighting through it. He would not let Lawrence win. He would be the victor in this situation. He could get out of this, he just needed to find his fight again. And Kurt had a feeling Blaine was the one helping him get his fight back.

Kurt smiled to himself as he rode up in the elevator to Blaine's floor. The weekends always seemed a lot longer then just two days when he didn't get to see Blaine, but they made Monday mornings great. There was a sense of anticipation at getting to see him again. He made his way down the hall to Blaine's door, letting himself in now.

Kurt hung up his coat and took off his shoes by the door, smiling at how this felt like coming home to him. He heard a small noise in the kitchen and made his way there. He was smiling once he saw the mop of curls that was the back of Blaine's head. Kurt whispered, not wanting to wake Ali and also not wanting to startle Blaine in case he didn't hear Kurt come in.

"Morning Blai-Woah!" Blaine had turned around and Kurt hardly recognized him. Blaine had dark bags around his eyes, which were bloodshot and dull looking. It looked like he hadn't shaved all weekend and it was almost as if his skin had a greyish tint to it. Kurt stepped forward and pressed his hand to Blaine's forehead. Well, he didn't have a temperature.

"Blaine. You look terrible, are you okay?"

Blaine grumbled and went back to fumbling with the coffee maker. Kurt wasn't sure if he was even aware of what he was doing. He grabbed Blaine's wrist and dragged him out of the kitchen and towards his room. "You sir are going back to bed. I will watch Ali as normal, and you will get some sleep. Got it?"

Blaine shuffled after, but couldn't put up a fight. "Can't. Class."

"Do you have any tests today?"

"No."

"Then you can afford to miss once. I can call your professors if you want."

"But-"

"Shut up Blaine." They reached Blaine's bedroom and Kurt pointed at the bed. "Get in. I'm shutting off the baby monitor. You will sleep until at least noon. Got it?"

Blaine blinked sleepily at Kurt, shook his head, then turned to head back out to the bathroom. He couldn't miss class. He never missed class. Of course he wasn't fast enough for Kurt, who had rushed over and steered Blaine by the shoulders over to the bed. "Nu-uh Anderson. Remember how I once told you that nothing can stop my determination? Yeah, this is one of those situtations. I will literally lock you in this room if I have to."

Blaine actually stomped his foot as he whined. "But Kuuuurrrrt. I've never missed a class ever."

"What? Ever? Wow. Well today, you try something new."

Blaine turned and gave Kurt what he thought was his 'stern face'. "Kurt. I can't."

"Blaine. You will fall asleep the second you sit down in your class. You look like shit, and that's me being nice. Bed. Now."

Blaine crossed his arms and stood there stubbornly, staring at Kurt. Kurt stared right back. "Oh, you wanna play this game with me Anderson?"

"Bring it on, Hummel."

They stared at each other for a few more moments before Kurt attacked. He rushed forward and picked Blaine up and threw him over his shoulder. He made the short walk to the bed while Blaine yelled and kicked then threw Blaine onto the bed. They both had a moment where they fantasized that this was happening in a different setting. Kurt stood over the bed and stared down at Blaine, who seemed to be frozen as he stared up at Kurt. Kurt had the sudden urge to jump on top of Blaine and kiss him sensless. His whole body twitched to do so, but the very small part of his brain that still seemed to be working stopped him.

Instead, he gave Blaine a self satisfying smile. Blaine was still blinking up at Kurt, his mind going crazy over what just happened. Now he had no choice but to carefully slide under the blankets and hide a steadily growing problem. Still, he couldn't let Kurt completely win. He grumbled and punched his pillow into it's usual shape before flopping down. He glared at Kurt and pouted. "I hate you."

Kurt threw his head back and let out a short laugh. "Right. Say that to me again when you wake up. Do you need me to call your professor?" Blaine shook his head and could feel himself about to say something stupid. The mixture of extreme exhaustion now added on top of his stupid arousal was not a good thing for Blaine. He could feel the word vomit about to spit out but was luckily saved by Kurt, who suddenly looked awkward. "Right then. Sleep well. Remember, at least noon. And if you're nice, I may make you lunch." He smiled then turned to walk out of the room.

"Hey Kurt?"

"Yeah Blaine?"

"Thanks."

"That's what friends are for right?" He gave Blaine one last smile then left the room, shutting the door gently behind him.

Blaine quietly mumbled the word 'friends' to himself then groaned in frustration. He grabbed the spare pillow and put it on top of his face. He had done it again. It had been so long since he had one of his 'kissing Kurt' fantasies, but now this one was much worse then just kissing. He knew they were just being playful, but they way Kurt picked him up not only surprised Blaine, but also turned him on quite a bit. Lucky for him, he really was exhausted and after only a couple more minutes of mentally yelling at himself, he fell fast asleep.

When he started waking up again he blinked his sleepy eyes until his alarm clock came into focus. He saw it was 12:01 and couldn't help but laugh at the numbers. He took a few moments to let himself fully wake up then struggled to free himself from his blankets. Once Blaine was finally out of bed he realized how much better he felt. He felt amazing to be honest. He smiled to the empty room then heard something that made his heart stop. He cracked his bedroom door open and stuck his ear in the opening.

Kurt was singing.

If Blaine thought Kurt's laughter was the best sound, it was nothing compared to this. Blaine opened his bedroom door and felt like he was literally floating through his apartment and towards the sound of that angelic voice. When he found Kurt in the kitchen, his heart stopped again and a huge smile spread across his face.

Kurt had his back turned to him, and Ali was sitting on the counter. She was covered from head to toe in flour and was smiling up at Kurt as he sang some song Blaine never heard. He cleared his throat and Kurt whipped around with the biggest smile on his face. "Uh uh mister! Back to bed!"

Blaine gestured with his eyes to the clock on the microwave. Kurt looked then nodded his approval at Blaine's presence. "Fine. How did you sleep?"

"Amazing. Thank you Kurt. Seriously." Kurt just smiled and gave Blaine an 'I told you so' look. Blaine just rolled his eyes. "So, what have we got going on here?"

Ali started yelling excitedly once she paid attention and saw Blaine in the room. He walked over and stood next to Kurt and ruffled her hair. Kurt was mixing something chocolatey in a bowl. "Well. Ali told me you have been stressed, so she suggested we make some brownies for you. Because brownies make everything better. Especially if they're made by me."

"Oh. Ali told you all that?" Blaine turned so he was facing Kurt completely.

"She did. And she's a baker in the making."

"I can see. Did she turn over the entire flour bag onto herself?"

"Ali would like you to know that flour bags are heavy and she has little hands."

"Wow. Ali really learned how to talk while I was asleep."

Kurt laughed then looked over at Blaine. "Nice hair by the way."

Blaine reached up and absentmindedly patted his curls then shrugged. He knew they were always wild when he woke up, and it took a shower and comb to get them to lay properly. "What were you singing earlier?"

Kurt was putting the batter into a pan and was humming aimlessly. "Hmm? Oh. Just a song my mom used to sing when I was little."

"Oh. It was-you..and." Blaine cleared his throat, trying to get his words to work. "Your voice is...nice." What he really wanted to say was; amazing, perfect, the most beautiful thing in the world, but he refrained.

Kurt turned to him with a smirk. "Thanks. Now that you've heard me sing I fully understand if you want to forfeit our singing competition."

"Oh no. No no no no no. I said no such thing. And you have yet to hear me sing."

"We need to schedule this sing off real soon. "

"This weekend?"

Kurt bit his lip, knowing that was impossible with Lawrence. He quickly put on his facade and smiled. "I'll see if I can fit you into my schedule Anderson."

They smiled at each other then Blaine heard his phone ringing from his room. He signalled that he would be right back and sprinted from the room. Kurt stayed and put the brownie pan in the oven then looked at the very messy little girl sitting on the counter. She would have to have a bath, there was no other way all that flour would come off. Kurt set the timer for the brownies and picked Ali up, heading for the bathroom. He almost ran face first into Blaine, who was about to walk back into the kitchen. "Woah! Sorry."

"Me too. I was just gonna give Ali a bath to get all this flour out."

"Right. A guy from my classes is gonna stop by and give me the work I missed today, is that cool?"

"Blaine. It's your apartment, why are you asking me?"

"Oh yeah. I don't know really. Do mind if I join you guys? I love watching her during bath time."

"Of course. I'll get her started if you want to grab her some clothes?"

"Sounds perfect."

They smiled at each other then parted ways. Blaine retrieved new clothes for Ali, then rejoined Kurt in the bathroom. Kurt was already kneeling next to the tub while Ali sat in her bath seat. Blaine took a moment to watch as Ali splashed and Kurt laughed while he tried to hold his hands up to shield himself from the water. Ali let out a loud screech when she saw Blaine and he laughed in return. He kneeled next to Kurt, their sides touching in the cramped bathroom, then reached in the warm water to splash back at Ali.

The three of them sat splashing and laughing at each other. Blaine took most of the damage. He looked down at his shirt which was soaked, then glared at Ali and Kurt who had clearly ganged up on him. "Ali. I'm going to teach about where your loyalties are suppose to lie."

Kurt laughed then sent another splash, hitting Blaine in the face. Blaine blinked the water of his eyes and stared at Kurt, who was smiling innocently. "What? I was just trying to tame that mess you call hair."

Blaine continued to blink at Kurt before a mischievious grin spread across his face. He kept his eyes on Kurt as he reached into the bath and scooped up the little cup they used to rinse Ali off. Kurt held his hands up in surrender. "Woah Blaine. Think of what you're about to do there. Truce. I call truce."

"Oh no. You can't call truce now. It's too late for that." He held the cup up and smirked as Kurt tried to scoot away, but there wasn't anywhere to go in the small bathroom. Ali was positively screaming with laughter as she watched them.

"Blaine. If you get my hair wet, I swear to God you will be sorry."

Blaine tilted his head innocently. "But Kurt, you don't believe in God." He shuffled a little closer to Kurt, raising the cup slowly.

Kurt glared and glanced to the small space between Blaine and the door. He would never make it. "Blaine. Put that cup down."

"Oh no. You started this." He raised the cup all the way, holding it over Kurt's head. Then, with a simple turn of his wrist, he dumped the water out of the cup.

Kurt spluttered then fixed Blaine with the most terrifying bitch face he possessed. "You're dead Anderson. Dead."

Blaine threw his head back, laughing, then stood and flew from the room yelling over his shoulder as he ran. "GOTTA CHANGE MY SHIRT. WILL YOU GET ALI OUT? KAYTHANKSBYEEEE." He slammed his bedroom door and locked it for safe measure. He was still laughing hysterically as he peeled off his wet shirt and went to get another. He stalled and listened for the sound of the bath draining, then waited a bit longer. Best to give Kurt some time.

When Blaine felt he stalled enough, he catiously stepped out of his bedroom. He froze when his eyes locked with Kurt across the apartment. He had just set Ali down by her toys and looked up to glare at Blaine. His hair was towel dried and was sticking up in every direction, and Blaine would have thought he was even more attractive if he wasn't currently terrified for his life.

They stared at each other in silence, but then Kurt gave a sickeningly sweet smile which only made Blaine more scared. "Well hello there Blaine. Thank you for the refreshing shower earlier. I do so enjoy my clothes and hair getting wet. Please, won't you join me in the living room so we can sit and chat amicably?"

Blaine blinked and wanted to retreat to his room again. As if on some kind of cue, the kitchen timer went off and Kurt smiled even wider. "Oh. The brownies are done! Would you mind terribly removing them from the oven for me? I don't want to leave little Ali unattended."

Blaine continued to blink at Kurt's sweet smile. There was nothing he trusted about that look. He catiously stepped into the living room, then side stepped around Kurt while turning around so he didn't leave his back exposed. He slowly backed into the kitchen, finally turning around when he couldn't see Kurt anymore. Blaine quickly found his oven mits and took the brownies out of the oven, sitting the pan on a cooling rack. They smelled amazing.

When he turned around, Kurt was suddenly there. Blaine shouted in surprise, having not heard Kurt enter at all. Kurt was smirking as he held the sink hose in one hand while the other hovered over the cold water nob. Blaine eyed him nervously while his heart raced. "Jesus Kurt, are you some sort of ninja or something?"

Kurt was still smiling as he turned the water on. Luckily, he wasn't pressing the lever on the hose yet. "You're right Blaine. I did start this, and don't they always say to finish what you started?"

Blaine held his hands up and backed into the stove. He was trapped. "Y-you don't want to get the brownies wet."

"Oh don't worry your pretty little head. I have excellent aim. And the brownies aren't for me anyways, so I don't mind if they get wet. And now, you don't have your little Ali to hide behind."

Blaine knew there was no way he could talk his way out of this situation. He would have to make a mad dash and hope Kurt did catch him. They stared at each other for a few more moments, then Blaine made his move. He rushed forward as fast as his little legs would take him, but it wasn't fast enough. With cat-like reflexes, Kurt caught him by the waist and turned on the hose, spraying Blaine point blank in the face. Blaine spluttered and the wrestling match for the hose commenced. Blaine let out a yell as he grabbed Kurt's wrist, trying to turn the hose away from him and towards Kurt. But Kurt was stronger. Why was he so strong? The water stayed spraying on Blaine while Kurt laughed manically.

Blaine kept one hand on Kurt's wrist, still trying to turn the spray away, then he wound his other arm around Kurt's waist, trying to make Kurt lose his balance. Of course it didn't work. Kurt was like an unmoving brick wall. Blaine tried wrapping one leg around Kurt's, but that only caused Kurt to rest against the counter, making him even more solid.

By this point, they were both screaming and laughing. Kurt's laughter distracted him enough that Blaine was able to take momentary control and spray him in the neck. Kurt screamed and released his hold on the trigger. The spray stopped and they both continued to laugh. Kurt choked out, "okay okay okay. Truce truce!"

Blaine laughed some more then they both seemed to realize just how close they were. There was a small moment where Blaine felt himself leaning in, and he swore he saw Kurt leaning too. But his brain caught up with him and he jumped back as if he'd been shocked. They smiled nervously at each other then Blaine held his hand out while he cleared his throat. "Truce."

Kurt shook it with a shaky laugh. He was trying not to focus on how the wet shirt was clinging to all of Blaine's muscles, leaving nothing to the imagination. He didn't even care that he probably looked like a drowned rat right now. Blaine then seemed to remember his manners. "Um, I'll get you a towel. Do you want to borrow a shirt or something? We can throw yours in the dryer?"

Kurt looked scandalized as he followed Blaine out of the kitchen, spotting Ali who was completely oblivious to the two adults. "Blaine. You don't just 'throw' something like this in the dryer. It's McQueen."

"Well it's either that or you get to sit in your wet clothes. Up to you."

Kurt glared at the back of Blaine's head as he reached in the linen closet for some towels. He threw one over his shoulder, and Kurt caught it, still glaring at Blaine. Blaine turned and laughed as he ran the towel over his head. "Oh come on Mr. Grumpy Gills. If your precious shirt is not in perfect condition after it gets out of the dryer, I will buy you a new one. Come on."

Kurt followed after and tried to dry himself off. It was hard though since he couldn't seem to stop staring at the muscles in Blaine's back as he walked. They entered Blaine's room and Kurt blushed at the sight of the bed. He was letting his mind run away with him again and focused solely on the motion of drying his hair and face.

Blaine rummaged around in his closet then held a t-shirt out for Kurt. Kurt raised his eyebrow at the selection and made no move to take it. "Kurt. It's just a t-shirt. It won't bite, I promise." When Kurt just blinked at him, Blaine shoved the shirt into his hands. "Go change you dork. Your shirt will be dry before you leave, and it's just me and Ali. I promise not to tell a soul that Kurt Hummel was wearing a plain t-shirt."

Kurt glared and grabbed the shirt out of Blaine's hand then left the room before the bed could taunt him even more. He peeked into the living room to make sure Ali was still playing safely. She had moved onto pulling the books off the shelve she could now reach when she stood up. Kurt went to move her away, then retreated to the bathroom to dry off and change.

He took a few moments to get his mind in order again. He had almost kissed Blaine in the kitchen, and clearly Blaine saw since he jumped back so quickly. Then there was this morning when Kurt wanted nothing more than to climb on top of Blaine in the bed. Kurt needed to stop this, but he just couldn't. He never had anyone he could be this playful with. Lawrence had always been so serious, but with Blaine, it was just so easy. Usually, he really would be angry that someone had possibly ruined his shirt and messed up his hair, but with Blaine he didn't mind at all. Especially with how close they got in the kitchen, he could definitely go for a repeat of that.

Taking one final deep breath, Kurt put Blaine's shirt on, shivering a bit but not letting himself think about how he was wearing his clothes. The shirt was a bit tight, mainly around the arms and chest, making Kurt feel a little uncomfortable and exposed without his usual many layers. There wasn't much he could do about it now, since there was no way he was putting the wet shirt back on, and he wasn't about to walk around shirtless.

Kurt left the bathroom and saw Blaine was laying on his back on the floor with his arms and legs stretched out. He had to make himself turn away and head to the closet by the kitchen, where the dryer was. He so did not need to see Blaine stretched out like that. Once his shirt was tumbling on low heat on the delicate setting, Kurt went into the kitchen and couldn't help but smile at all the water sprayed everywhere. He called over his shoulder, "You're lucky the brownies are untouched!"

Blaine grunted as he stood up and made his way to survey the damage in the kitchen. When he entered, Kurt's back was to him and he wanted so badly to walk up behind him, slip his arms around his waist, then kiss that little spot behind his ear. Guh, why couldn't he just have him? Kurt turned around then, and Blaine smiled as he looked at his shirt on Kurt. It made his whole body tingle, not to mention it looked really good on him. Kurt had definitely been hiding some serious muscle under all those layers.

Blaine tilted his head a little and smiled. "You would have looked good in the Dalton blazer."

Kurt looked down, realizing he never actually looked at the shirt. Sure enough, it was a Dalton Polo shirt. "You guys had a polo team? And you were on it?"

Blaine nodded and shrugged. "Rich parents send their kids to a rich school and want to make sure they partake in rich activities." Kurt laughed then Ali came crawling into the room to see what they were doing. Blaine quickly picked her up so she didn't crawl in all the water. "I suppose we should clean this up."

Kurt nodded. "Yeah. Why don't you entertain her, and I'll clean up."

Blaine shook his head. "No way! I caused all this!"

"What? I was the one who sprayed you!"

"Yeah, in retaliation of me dumping water over your head."

"Yes, but that was after I splashed you in the face. Just go play, I'll clean up and then bring you some brownies. And don't you dare argue Blaine Anderson."

"Kurt."

"Blaine."

Blaine rolled his eyes, looking like a petulant teenager. "Fiiine mooooom." He had to duck as Kurt threw a hand towel at his face. He sat and played with Ali while Kurt cleaned the kitchen. He once again reflected on how comfortable everything felt with Kurt. Sure, the sudden arrival of the sexual tension was a bit uncomfortable, but everything else felt perfect.

After about half an hour, Kurt came back out with a plate of brownies and sat down across from Blaine on the floor, holding out the plate. Blaine grabbed them eagerly and shoved one in his mouth. He didn't really mean to, but he moaned at the taste. They were amazing, just like everything about Kurt. Blaine tried to give his compliments but his mouth was still full and Kurt raised his eyebrow at him. "Well, I had heard that Dalton boys were suppose to have good manners. Weren't you ever taught not to talk with your mouth full?"

Blaine just rolled his eyes and shoved another brownie in his mouth. Kurt was shaking his head, but looked amused. "You and Finn would get along great."

"Oobs 'In?"

"Seriously Blaine. Stop trying to talk. Finn is my stepbrother. He eats everything the way you are eating now."

"Ut Uuuurrt. Eess oo ood."

"That's it. You've lost brownie privelages. Gimme the plate."

"Bo! By ownies!" Blaine clutched the plate protectively in his arms, and brought his knees up for good measure. He had already learned many times today that Kurt was much stronger than him, so he would need all the protection he could get.

Kurt would have fought more, but he heard the bell chime for the dryer. "You're lucky I don't want my shirt to wrinkle." He stood and walked off, leaving Blaine with his plate and bad manners. He removed his shirt from the dryer and checked for any signs of damage, finding none. As much as he hated to admit it, he rather enjoyed wearing Blaine's shirt. Sure, it was too small and it made him feel exposed, but it was Blaine's shirt, and there was something that just excited him about that. As Kurt was turning to head to the bathroom to change, he heard the buzzer for the door go off. He had completely forgotten Blaine's friend was coming over. He entered the living room just as Blaine was speaking into the buzzer.

"Hey Eddie! Come on up!" Blaine turned and smiled at Kurt. "Eddie is here. Is your shirt okay?" Kurt nodded and Blaine smiled.

"I'm just gonna..change."

"Right. Don't judge me, but I ate that plate of brownies already."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Blaine. I think I'm in a constant state of judging you."

"Well, some of it has to be good judging, right?"

"I'll keep you posted on that." Kurt smirked then went into the bathroom, leaving Blaine to stare after him with a dopey smile.

There was a knock at the door and Blaine slipped out of his Kurt trance to answer. Over the past couple weeks, him and Eddie started talking more and a nice little friendship had sprung up. He swung the door open and smiled up at Eddie. "Hey! Thanks for coming over!"

Eddie smiled and blushed a little at the sight of Blaine in sweats and his hair sticking up everywhere. "No problem. I hope you're feeling better?"

Blaine gestured Eddie in and shut the door behind him. "I'm afraid I was forced to stay in bed by my...friend." He still was unsure of what to call Kurt. They were friends, but the word just wasn't right.

"I..see? Oh! You have a baby?"

Blaine froze. He totally forgot that not everyone knew about the situation with Ali. "Oh. Uh, yeah I guess I do. She's, uh, my niece."

"Oh? And she lives with you?"

Blaine nodded and went to pick up Ali, who was looking at the newcomer curiously. "Eddie, meet Alison Marie Anderson, we call her Ali."

Eddie smiled at the adorable little girl and Blaine. He really did love a guy that was good with children. He shook her little hand and bent down to her level. "Well hello there. That's quite a fancy name for a little girl."

Blaine laughed remembering when Ali was first born. "They were going to name her Alison Avery Anderson, but Cooper changed it when I told him I would call her Triple A." Blaine saw Kurt step out of the bathroom, looking a bit nervous. "Oh! And this is my Kurt. I mean! My friend Kurt. Kurt, my friend. This is my friend. Kurt."

Eddie laughed at Blaine's behavior and stepped forward to shake Kurt's hand. "I don't think I heard, was it Kurt?"

Kurt shook Eddie's hand and eyed him cooly. "It was. I watch Ali while Blaine is at school."

"Ah. You made him stay home today though?"

"Yeah. He looked like a zombie, there was no way he'd even be able to pay attention in class."

They nodded at each other, then Eddie turned back to Blaine. "So. I have the work you missed today and some notes if you want them."

Blaine was still blushing from his slip up, but nodded. "Yes. Thank you. That would be great. Uh, Kurt? You can head out if you want. I'm sure you don't want to listen to musical theory dicussion, plus it's past the normal time you're here anyways."

Kurt froze then his eyes snapped to the clock on the wall. Crap. He was usually home at this time. He felt his pulse quicken and sure enough, his phone started ringing. He closed his eyes as if that would make the noise stop. He grabbed his phone off the coffee table and put it catiously to his ear. The only thing said was Lawrence's angry, "Get home now." Kurt flinched and quickly retrieved all his things. He really wanted to stay because he did NOT like the way Eddie was staring at Blaine. He knew he had no right, but he was jealous that Eddie could make his move on Blaine. And oh no, what if Blaine started liking him? What if they started dating? Kurt didn't realize he had spaced out until Blaine was waving a hand in front of his face. Kurt's vision went clear again and he saw Blaine's worried expression.

"Kurt? Are you okay?"

"Hmm? Yeah. I, uh. I need to go. It was nice meeting you Eddie." He didn't even try to smile, just sent Eddie a challenging smirk. Then he bent down to kiss Ali on the top of the head. "See ya tomorrow sweetie."

"I'll walk you out. Eddie, you can sit, I'll be right back." Eddie nodded and Blaine walked to the door, like he always did, and held it open. When Kurt was about to walk out, Blaine grabbed his elbow and whispered so Eddie wouldn't hear. "Are you sure you're okay Kurt?"

Kurt looked down at Blaine's hand and actually smiled. "Yeah Blaine. I'm okay. Thanks."

"If you're sure. But if you...If there's something wrong, you know you can talk to me right?" Kurt nodded and Blaine smiled. "And thanks for today. I feel amazing, I really needed that day off. Seriously, thank you."

"You're welcome. I really need to go Blaine." Lawrence already sounded pissed, so Kurt needed to get home a.s.a.p.

"Oh. Right. Sorry. I'll see you in the morning. Call if you like, need anything." He knew something was up, but could tell Kurt didn't want to say. Kurt gave a final wave and Blaine closed the door behind him. He walked back to the living room where Ali was eyeing up Eddie catiously. "Sorry about that! Let me grab my notebook quick and we can get started."

Eddie took one look at Blaine then threw his head back and started laughing hysterically. Blaine spun around in a circle, looking around him for something that could be funny, but found nothing. "Why are you laughing?"

Eddie could hardly contain his giggles as he wiped his eyes. "Oh, it all makes sense now!"

"Eddie..what the heck are you talking about?"

"Oh my god. You are so in love with him!"

Blaine froze and stared. "W-what?"

Eddie stood, shaking his hand. "I wondered why you seemed so oblivious to all my advances. It makes sense now. You're in love with that Kurt guy."

Blaine shook his head, but felt his heart rate pick up. "That's crazy. He's my-my friend. He's Ali's sitter. He's..it's not like that."

"Blaine. Look me in the eye right now and say the words 'I am not in love with Kurt.'"

"I-"

"You can't do it can you?"

"It's..." Blaine sighed and felt his shoulders drop. "It's complicated."

"Ha! I knew it! Sit. Tell me about it."

As much as he wanted to keep his secret, the idea of someone knowing was kind of relieving. He went and plopped on the couch. "He's got a boyfriend."

Eddie sat and nodded slowly. "Okay. Go on."

"But there's...something not right. Kurt never talks about him. It's almost like he's afraid to. Then the guy will call and all of the sudden, Kurthas to leave. And after the calls or texts, he always looks terrified. I mean, you saw that just now right?"

Eddie laughed again and shook his head. "Have you been oblivious to everything in your life Blaine?"

"Huh?"

"Kurt's in love with you too you idiot." Blaine honestly didn't know how to react to that statement because it was so ridiculous. Eddie rolled his eyes. "Wow. So you're both complete idiots. Let me break it down for you. Kurt is in love with you, you're in love with Kurt. It's so obvious it's quite painful. How long have you been in love with him?"

Blaine answered instantly, without even thinking. "Since the first moment I saw him." Then he realized what he said. "I mean. That's weird. That was just a strong infatuation."

Eddie shook his head and smiled. "I bet it was the same for him."

"No. No it. No. Kurt is. He's. Kurt is the most perfect person in the world. Everything about him is perfect. He wouldn't want someone like me. You know, damaged goods and all that. He deserves someone better. He deserves everything, and I'm nothing."

"Blaine. Stop that right now. I may not know you very well, and I only met Kurt briefly, but you know what I think he deserves?" Blaine looked up at him, so he continued, "he deserves someone that will look at him the way you look at him. He deserves someone that will tell him how much they love him every single moment they can. And you know what? You're the person to do that. I can see it. I don't think you see yourself when you talk about him. You are head over heels- crazy in love with that boy, and I don't think you are the person that would let that go unspoken. You know what I saw when Kurt answered that phone? He was scared yes, but there was something else. Hopelessness. Whatever is going on between him and his boyfriend has left him feeling hopeless. Nobody should have that feeling, but I could tell when he looked at you. It was there. A small flicker of that hope he's lost. He sees that in you, you just need to show him it's okay to hope again."

Blaine had tears in his eyes that he tried to blink away, but Eddie kept going. "Wanna know what else I saw? When he looked at me, it was a warning. He was not so subtly showing me that you were his. And when he had to leave, he was jealous that I got to stay with you."

Blaine shook his head and tried to wrap his mind around everything. "How in the-"

"I have a psychology minor. I'm good at reading people. Don't get me started analyzing you, because I'd never leave. You're a mess, you know that right?"

Blaine laughed and nodded. "I'm sorry I didn't...I didn't know you where like, hitting on me."

"It's okay. I understand now. I can see going over notes with you will be pointless. I'm just going to leave you to your thoughts. You can call me if you need any more words of wisdom okay?" Blaine nodded absentmindedly. "And Blaine?"

"Hm?"

"You need to tell him."