Blaine was curled up on Kurt's couch with a blanket wrapped around him, wearing Kurt's pajamas, and a mug of hot tea in his hands. His brain felt warm and fuzzy. He tried to think, to figure out what he was going to do next, but it just wasn't happening. He could only sit and stare numbly. He took a deep cleansing breath and sipped his tea. He wasn't normally a tea drinker but knowing that it had come from Kurt's own hands had turned it into the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. He glanced down the hall when he heard giggles. Getting up, he left his tea and blanket behind to check it out.

"And then baby brown bear said, 'Those cookies look delicious but are you sure that they're completely organic? I'm on a very specific diet.'" Kurt held up the small stuffed bear and worked the sewn-on mouth so that it moved slightly, trying to make it look like it was really talking. Blaine laughed to himself at the ridiculous dialogue and leaned against the door frame to watch. Elliott and Adelaide were snuggled up together in the twin bed with arms wrapped around one another, watching Kurt happily. "Ellie the elephant looked at him with her 'bitch, please' look and said, 'Of course! Have I ever made any other kind?' and they both ate organic cookies and lived happily ever after. The end." Kurt handed the bear to Elliott and the stuffed elephant to Addy. He pressed a kiss to Elliott's forehead, hesitating only a second before looking down at Addy's expectant face and kissing her forehead with a smile. Blaine showed his presence then. Trying to relay some of the gratitude he was feeling with a long glance at Kurt, he sat on the edge of the bed to tuck the blanket more snugly around Addy.

"You alright, baby?" He whispered while cupping her cheek.

"Uh-huh. Mr. Kurt does really good voices," she whispered back conspiratorially with excitement. Blaine smiled. Of course. Tears forgotten. A stuffed bear and elephant had told a story and nothing else mattered. Oh, to be three again. He leaned in to hug her tight. "Night, love. Night El." He started to move away before realizing that Elliott had held up his arms for a hug too. His heart flip-flopped a tiny bit as he reached down to hug the boy tightly. He knew that Addy had basically just asked Kurt for a kiss goodnight with her puppy dog eyes, and that Kurt had done it happily, but this was different. Addy was like him, a real-life teddy bear, who willingly snuggled with everybody she knew. Elliott handed out his affections with much more reserve and consideration. As he pulled away he heard one word spoken in a tiny voice that melted his heart.

"Night."

Before he could respond, Elliott had already closed his eyes and snuggled closer to the little girl he was sharing his pillow with. Feeling truly happy for the first time this evening he followed Kurt to where he was rinsing some dishes in the kitchen.

"I have just two things to say to you." Kurt looked at him with a mirthful gaze, sensing Blaine's teasing tone, and watched as the shorter man leaned against the counter. "First off, baby brown bear and Ellie the elephant? Unoriginal much? And secondly, did you just use the word 'bitch' while telling a story to my three-year-old?" Kurt looked offended, and then shocked, and then guilty.

"Um, yeah, sorry about that. I took to saying crazy things during story time about a year ago to try and get a rise out of El and the habit stuck. He loves it but has never once repeated anything so I didn't think twice bout moving beyond G-rated language." Blaine just grinned and Kurt knew he was forgiven. "And as for the other, what, may I ask, is wrong with those names? I prefer to think of them as classic. Seeing as Elliott didn't talk, until today (still jumping for joy inside!), it was up to me to name them..." he trailed off looking slightly dejected at the other man's criticism. Blaine felt like an idiot.

"Hey no, I was totally kidding. I'm sorry to tease about a touchy subject. I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I loved the names and the story. I can't wait for the sequel to 'organic cookies' come tomorrow night." He pulled Kurt closer by joining their hands. Blue and hazel eyes met with sudden realization.

(I just insinuated that I would be here another night! Please don't think I'm a moochy creep!)

(He just insinuated that he would be here another night! Please stay here forever and always wear my pajamas that are a little too long on you. Wait. Stop thinking like a pervy creep!)

Both stared uncertainly at each other for a moment before Kurt decided it was his move, as the host. Wrapping his arms around the other man and pulling him in for a gentle hug, he spoke into the curly hair. "I don't know what's going on and I'm not pushing you to tell me anything. Just know that you are welcome to stay here for as long as you need." Blaine hugged back with no reservation and sighed with contentment at the much needed comfort.

"I'll tell you, I promise. Tonight even. But for right now... Do you think you could just keep holding me?"

Kurt didn't answer but Blaine could sense the other man's small nod and felt strong arms pull him tight so that they were completely flush. Chins on shoulders, chest to chest... other things pressed against other things. Both men tried desperately to not think about that particular part in this moment.

Neither were sure how long they stood there. At first it was just simple holding. No caresses, just an intimate and loving hug. Slowly but surely though, they began to move. They swayed slightly as if to nonexistent music. Blaine's fingers scratched lightly up and down the small of the doctor's back. Kurt's palms slowly rubbed circles on the nurse's shoulder blades and moved to run lightly down his arms. Before they knew it their breathing was becoming ragged and it was painfully obvious to both that standing this close was having a reaction on them that they could no longer hide. Kurt's heart was beating wildly at this point, and with reckless abandon, he pulled back slightly so that they were now forehead-to-forehead and nose-to-nose. He could tell from the rapid rise and fall of the other man's chest that Blaine's breathing was just as erratic as his own, that his heart was racing just as fast. The doctor leaned in oh so slowly. They were barely separate anymore. Lips were brushing the tiniest bit and both could feel the other's breath filling their nostrils and mouths. Just one tiny move, that's all it would take…

"Stop." Kurt thought he must have misunderstood. Blaine couldn't possibly want them to stop now. That would be cruel and unusual punishment!

"We can't… I'm so sorry Kurt!" Blaine sank down to the floor, placed his palms on his knees and planted his head face down on the backs of his hands.

Kurt stood there in shock for just a moment before inwardly kicking himself. Blaine hadn't come here tonight to be romanced. He had come for help. He had come for comfort. Whatever he was running from didn't matter. He needed to run to a friend, not a lover. At least for tonight...

"No, hey, I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have pushed like that. I knew you were vulnerable tonight. I'm such a jerk." Kurt sank down as well and banged his head back against a cupboard feeling incredible frustrated with himself.

"Don't." Blaine lifted his head at the light thump of Kurt banging is head once more, and ran a hand over the brown hair in an attempt to soothe the other man's frustration. "I'm the one who showed up on your doorstep. I'm the one who asked you to hold me…. And I didn't stop at first either when I realized that we were… you know… starting to feel things." He blushed brightly.

"Did you just revert back to junior high in your emotional development?" Kurt teased and they both laughed.

"Ok, you have things to tell me and I want to hear them. Can we please move from my kitchen floor though? I'm getting old and my ass will not last here much longer."

They settled down on the couch with fresh cups of tea, snuggled under their own separate blankets a few minutes later. Kurt sat silently and waited for Blaine to begin. From this point on it was his show.

"I'm kind of married."

Kurt felt his hands and blanket steadily grow damp and it didn't even register that his fingers had simply left their grip on his mug and tea was spilling everywhere.

Blaine stared at the dark ceiling. There is no possible way sleep would claim him tonight. He realized now that he probably should have told Kurt about his situation much sooner than this. He had truly never meant to deceive the other man. It was a combination of the right moment having never come up and the fact that the moment the 'shit hit the fan' for he and Alex over two weeks ago, he really had considered himself to be alone. When he stopped to consider the whole situation from Kurt's point of view though, he realized that he had been incredibly unfair to the doctor. He had flirted and flat out told Kurt that he was interested in furthering their relationship at some point but had yet to tell him that he was, in fact, still married to another man. Blaine grabbed the pillow from behind his head on the couch and smothered his face trying to drown out his groan of frustration as much as possible.

Kurt's expression turned cold and almost angry when he heard the word 'married.' Blaine was sure he had lost him. The nurse ran to the kitchen, grabbing a roll of paper towel to clean up the tea. He wiped up everything silently and took the wet blanket to place it in a hamper he had noticed in the bathroom earlier. Returning to a now empty living room, he panicked. (That's that. It's over before it started.) Seconds later though he heard the bedroom door open and Kurt stepped out into the hall behind him wearing clean and dry sweats. Kurt pushed past him to sit stiffly on a single chair completely on the other side of the room.

"Ok, talk."

He did indeed go on to explain the situation in full. He told Kurt absolutely everything. The fighting, how terribly unhappy he'd been, about basically being a single parent even while married, the cheating, every detail of the last big fight at home, leaving and finally the events that had transpired that very evening leading him to Kurt's door. Kurt's expression had changed throughout Blaine's retelling of the past years of his life. At moments Blaine saw sympathy and compassion. A few times he even saw fierce anger flash across the other man's face that Blaine was sure was directed toward Alex. The best part was when the anger had been followed by a distinct look of protectiveness. By the end he just looked tired, and he was.

Kurt felt so very tired. Tired for Blaine, tired for the little girl curled up asleep with his son and tired for himself. The whole situation was exhausting… and confusing. After sitting in silence for several minutes with what Blaine considered to be an unreadable expression on his face, he got up and walked to a chest sitting in the corner of the living room and pulled out some sheets and a pillow. He, again silently, motioned for Blaine to move from the couch and quickly made up a bed.

"You can go ahead and sleep in my room. I'll crash out here." Kurt looked Blaine in the eye again and, while they were far from where they started, there was no longer any anger or resentment in his tone.

"Absolutely not. I'll be fine out here. You've done more than enough for me tonight."

Kurt nodded and started to walk away. He stopped himself though and Blaine saw his shoulders sag visibly. The doctor turned around and approached the other man again and pulled him to a seat on the couch. Blaine could tell that Kurt wanted to reach out and hold him, or at least grab his hands, but he refrained.

"What I said before is still true. You and Addy are both welcome here for however long you need. I'm still here as your friend too. I'm not going to abandon you just because I know I'm not going to get into your pants." Kurt attempted a joke and while Blaine tried his best to laugh it came out as a strangled cough instead. Neither were amused about much of anything at the moment.

"What I said this morning at your mom and dad's about my life being complicated but still wanting something more with you, even if it's down the road, I still meant tha…"

Kurt held up his hand. "I need to stop this conversation for tonight. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm mad. This situation isn't your fault, I realize that. Well, except for not telling me that you were married before letting us get so close. I won't be mad for long, I promise. I just need time to think." Blaine nodded while a lump settled in his throat.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

A sound from the hall caused Blaine to remove the pillow from his face. He sat up expecting to see Addy coming to find him, confused after waking up in a bed that was not her own. What he saw instead made his heart skip a beat… or three.

"I can't sleep in there knowing you're out here by yourself." A lamp was suddenly lighting up the room as Kurt had flipped a switch from his place at the doorway of the hall. He remained across the room but Blaine could clearly see the pain in his eyes from his seat on the couch. Blaine stood then and took a cautious step forward, still feeling uncertain but knowing he could not stay away from this man any longer. He was drawn to him like a magnet.

"I don't understand this. I don't understand why we had to meet this way. Why couldn't we have met before you got together with Alex? Why couldn't we have just been happy all along?"

Blaine just shook his head, understanding exactly what Kurt was saying but having no answers.

"You need to come sleep with me in my bed. I can't be away from you anymore. I know we really just met, but when you know… you just know. I need to hold you and you need to hold me." Blaine could only stare and feel his breath quicken, afraid that if he moved he would break the magical spell that was causing all to be right with the world. Kurt started slowly walking forward instead.

"Now, when I say sleep I mean actual sleep. Nothing real can happen between us. Not while you're still married."

"Of course. I agree."

Blaine still stood perfectly still, barely breathing. Kurt held out his hand.

"Come on."

Their fingers met and slotted together. Darkness fell again as Kurt flipped the light switch one more time.

Blaine blinked slowly, feeling safer and happier as he woke than he had in longer than he could remember. Memories from the night before suddenly flooded his brain and he felt an odd combination of sadness and complete peace.

Things were going to be messy with Alex. There was no doubt about that. It would take longer than either of them would like, and that was just concerning the divorce. Blaine could barely stand to think about the custody side. Addy was his absolute world. He sighed and turned over on his pillow trying to put it out of his mind.

(Oh yeah, the reason for that complete and utter peace I'm feeling!) Kurt lay on his side turned slightly away from Blaine. His chest rose and fell steadily, still in a deep sleep. Blaine smiled to himself as he reached out to brush a strand of dark brown, sleep mussed hair from the other man's forehead.

They had started the night out completely wrapped around each other. Limbs so entangled they hardly knew who's was who's. Somehow they had drifted from each other in the night and Blaine felt a distinct pang of loss at the emptiness of his arms. He scooted over as quietly as possible and carefully pulled Kurt into him, holding him with one arm as he pulled the comforter further up around them. Reaching over Kurt to tuck the blanket in he accidentally nudged him, causing him to wake. Kurt peeked open one eye and gave Blaine a grumpy look over his shoulder before flipping over and completely wrapping himself around the shorter man. (O.k., so there is a grumpy morning side to this man. I feel slightly better about myself now.) Pulling Kurt's head further onto his own chest, Blaine started to run fingers absentmindedly through the brown hair. Kurt's eyes slipped shut again at the feeling.

"I'm still a little mad at you."

"I know."