For the second time in one week, I woke up with Kurt by my side. Except this time, I was laying down, my head resting on Kurt's thighs. Kurt had apparently woken up before me, which did make sense, because it meant that my mind was getting used to summer mornings. I'd be sleeping in and Kurt would remain an early riser. Kurt noticed my stirring and I was immediately comforted by his hands stroking my un-gelled curls.

"Good morning," he whispered to me, and my heart felt like it had imploded. I loved the way he said that. It made me want to wake up next to him and have him whisper that into my ear every morning. At that moment, I made a promise to myself that I would make that happen. I loved Kurt more than anything. He'd helped me through the worst of times- especially this past week. He'd seen me cry, seen me laugh, seen me make mistakes, seen me succeed... Kurt really did have one hundred percent of me. And because of that, I never wanted to let him go.

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you some breakfast?" I pondered this for a minute. A light grumble in my stomach confirmed that I hadn't eaten in more than twenty-four hours, so I nodded weakly.

"Can you make me crepes" Kurt chucked softly, the first real laugh I've heard from him in awhile. I smiled.

"Yes, I can make you crepes. But I don't know how much syrup we have left. I'm pretty sure that between you and Finn last time, we're almost out."

"Then I can wait here patiently while you go to the store to buy me some more."

"Pretty demanding, now, aren't we, Blaine? I don't know what I'm getting myself into."

"You'd do it because you love me," I teased, nuzzling my face into Kurt's stomach.

"All too true," he replied. He continued to stroke my hair. It felt really good. Kurt knew me so well. "I'd do anything for you, Blaine."

"And vice versa, love," Kurt smirked at me. "What?"

"Just... you called me "love"."

"And?"

"It just sounded funny."

"You don't like it?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows.

"I never said that," he whispered in my ear. It took every bit of self control not to kiss him senseless.

"Um... Crepes?" I said, trying to change the subject because when Kurt acted like this, I couldn't concentrate on anything. His joking smirk made my vision blur and my thought process jumbled up.

"You still want them even if there is not syrup?"

"Wait, you're not getting some for me?" I asked, giving Kurt my very best puppy dog face.

"Fine, I think the super market is open now. Do you want to come with me?" I debated it for a second. I wanted to go with Kurt. I didn't want to be alone. But I tried to sit up and I got a very painful reminder of what happened last night. I winced in pain, clutching my ribcage tightly. "Oh, God. No, you're staying here, baby. I'll be back in twenty minutes. I'll just tell my dad where I'm going."

Kurt wiggled out from underneath me, replacing his legs with a couch cushion. My head sunk down in it immediately, and I was suddenly depressed at the loss of Kurt.

"Hurry back, please," I managed, as Kurt pressed a dry kiss to my lips.

"Absolutely," he whispered and then left me alone on the couch. It was barely a few minutes before I found myself drifting off into an uneasy sleep.

~~~

"Dex..." Blaine shifted uncomfortably on top of his bed. Dex was lying on the floor next to the bed, tossing a football into the air and catching it repeatedly.

"Hm?"

"You're my best friend, right?" Blaine asked in a small voice.

"Yeah, of course, man."

"And you will always be, no matter what?"

"Yeah, sure. Why?" Dex caught the ball, setting it to the side as he listened to Blaine curiously.

"I have something that I need to tell you."

"Anything. What is it?"

"I'm... I'm gay," the silence following this statement was cold and unexpected.

"Wait, what?"

"I... I like boys instead of girls. I'm gay."

"Wait... you? Come on, Blaine, this isn't funny," Dex's voice was raised now, and Blaine was immediately worried.

"I'm being serious!" Dex made a face.

"Blaine, that's just gross! What the heck, man!"

"Dex, you're my best friend..." Blaine tried to protest.

"I'm not going to be best friends with a..." Dex paused and searched for the right word. "With a fag!"

"Dex, no, I'm not a-" Blaine said, getting off the bed to try to talk to Dex. Dex jumped up and backed away, interrupting Blaine's protest.

"Get away from me!"

"Dex, no, please..." and Dex ran out of the house, leaving Blaine behind. Alone.

~~~

"Blaine!" my eyes flipped open and my eyesight shifted into focus to find Kurt's face inches away from mine. My heart was pounding, my whole body aching in pain. "Blaine, wake up. You were having a nightmare."

"Kurt..." I breathed. "Kurt, I love you. Never leave me, Kurt. I love you."

"I love you too, Blaine," Kurt said, kissing the tip of my nose and stroking my damp curls. "I won't leave you. I'll be here for you, always. I promise."

My breathing slowed down eventually and Kurt's gaze softened from its panicked look.

"What was your dream?"

I bit my lip, thinking. Remembering.

"It was a memory. The first time I told someone I was gay. By best friend, Dex."

"I take it that it didn't go too well. You were thrashing around and moaning. Not the best thing to come home to," Kurt said with a light smile.

"It didn't. He never spoke to me again. Ever. Not a single word."

"I'm so sorry, Blaine."

"It's fine," I said, sitting up a little bit, wincing slightly at the pang in my chest. "It's all in the past, now. Now I have you."

"That's right," Kurt chuckled, standing up. "Speaking of which, Rachel called. She wants to know if you will be set to go to our glee party if we have it this weekend. I told her I'd check with you."

Oh, yeah. I almost completely forgot about Rachel's party. With all the drama and terror that had been going on that week, something as simple as a party seemed silly. But it would be an amazing change of scenery. And it was still several days away, so I'd have plenty of time to recover. And I knew that me going was really important to him. The New Directions are his friends, after all. I'd hate for him to miss it on my account.

"Yeah... yeah I should be alright by then," Kurt smiled at me, leaning in to kiss me on the forehead.

"I bought two bottles of syrup. I figured that between you and Finn, it will go pretty quickly."

"Good idea, love."

"You said it again," Kurt grinned. I stuck my tongue out at him, but I was grinning too.

"I did. You know why?" he raised his eyebrow in question. "Because I love you."

"You're a goofball, you know that, Blaine?"

"Yes, I'm aware. Now please go make me some crepes."

"As you wish."

"Quoting The Princess Bride now, eh? How very classy of you, Kurt."

"But of course, my love."