No. Tonight the images of Kurt with someone else wouldn’t leave him and tortured him each time his eyelids even attempted to slide closed.

Which is why Blaine was already on his second medium drip by the time he arrived at Dalton that balmy Friday morning. He was halfway to his first class when he saw them.

Cameron had Luke pressed against the wall in one of the less used hallways. The two were rather passionately making out for being in school and one of Cameron’s hands had slid down to grope Luke’s ass. Blaine stopped in his tracks, a thousand emotions rushing through his veins.

Blaine vaguely remembered dropping his coffee on the floor along with his bag, but the next thing he knew Cameron was on the floor and holy fuck did Blaine’s hand hurt. Cameron was stunned, but Blaine didn’t stop there.

“You fucking asshole!” Blaine screamed, hitting Cameron square on the jaw.

Blaine had never considered himself to be a terribly violent person, but for some reason he couldn’t stop hitting every inch of Cameron that he could reach. Luke attempted to pull Blaine off Cameron, but Blaine just shoved him away.

“What the fuck is your problem Anderson?” Cameron pleaded.

“You are my fucking problem!”

As a crowd of boys formed around the pair, Cameron started hitting back, catching Blaine right at the top of his cheekbone. Blaine fell back with the force of the punch and Cameron took it to his advantage, clipping Blaine on the mouth. Blaine felt the tear of his lip, but didn’t care, his fist connecting with Cameron once again.

Blaine let out an angry roar as someone pulled him off Cameron. He fought back against whoever was holding him, still trying to get to the other boy, he wanted to kill Cameron. How the fuck could he do this to Kurt?

It wasn’t until Blaine was sitting in the Dean’s office with Cameron that the anger ebbed a little, replaced with extreme fear. Dalton had strict no violence policies and Blaine had just attacked another student.

Oh my god. What have I done?

Dean Newman studied the two boys across from him. Both of them iced their wounds, neither of them looking at each other.

“What exactly happened here?” Newman asked.

“He just came out of nowhere and started punching me,” Cameron bit out.

“Blaine,” Newman started, “what caused you to attack Cameron?”

Blaine’s mind reeled, how was he supposed to explain this to the Dean of his school? Yeah, I punched out a guy because he’s cheating on the guy I’m in love with. That wasn’t going to get him expelled or anything, of course not.

“I…I saw Cameron kissing a guy, Luke Larkin.” Newman gave him a confused, calculating look.

“He didn’t tell you,” Cameron stated, realizing what happened. Both Blaine and Dean Newman turned to look at Cameron. “It all makes sense now.”

“Who didn’t tell who what? What is going on here boys? Just explain this to me.”

“Kurt and I broke up Blaine. Last night, I’m surprised he didn’t tell you, the way he goes on about you.” Cameron turned to the Dean, as Blaine understood what happened. “To the best of Blaine’s knowledge, I was dating his best friend, but Kurt and I recently broke up and I was kissing someone else. Blaine thought I was cheating on his friend.”

“Oh,” Dean Newman wasn’t sure how to react.

Blaine’s mind, meanwhile, was reeling. What the hell happened last night?

Cameron glanced at Blaine with a curious glint in his eyes.

“Kurt’s lucky to have a friend like you,” Cameron said, cracking a smile, but wincing from the dark bruises that had formed on his face.

“Okay, so, wait. This isn’t going to happen again is it?” The Dean asked.

“No, sir,” Blaine reassured him. “I’m so sorry it happened in the first place, I don’t know what came over me.” Blaine gave Cameron an apologetic look, “I’m sorry Cameron.”

“It’s all right, you didn’t know. Besides, now Luke can nurse me back to health.” The boys shared a not quite sweet smile; Blaine’s mind was now wondering how Kurt was doing. Seriously, what had happened last night?

Newman let them each off with a week’s suspension, he couldn’t just let two students brawl in school without some kind of punishment, but both boys promised that it would never happen again.

Blaine awoke with a start as his bedroom door slammed closed. His eyes fluttered open, well, at least his right eye did. His left eye was swollen almost completely shut and he felt as though he was never going to be able to use his mouth properly against, he couldn’t even imagine how shitty he must look, but he didn’t have time to linger on that thought as he realized why his door had slammed in the first place.

A very haughty, and slightly pissed, looking Kurt Hummel was standing at the foot of his bed staring down at him.

“What the fuck happened today?” Kurt demanded.

“It wasn’t all over school?”

“The rumors were all over school, but I wanted to hear the truth,” Kurt kept a steady gaze on Blaine as he tried to formulate more coherent thoughts. “You attacked Cameron, Blaine, you attacked him. What happened?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you guys broke up?”

“What, am I supposed to text you with my every movement each day? I didn’t realize that you needed to know every little thing that happened in my life as it happened. Why is this even relevant?”

“I saw him kissing Luke this morning. I thought he was cheating on you and I just kind of snapped.”

“Oh,” Kurt’s expression ran through a kaleidoscope of emotions, starting with anger and ending somewhere between annoyance and appreciation. He softened a bit, and sat down on the bed next to Blaine, facing him. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know. I just didn’t want to see him hurt you. I couldn’t bear it.”

“It’s okay and before you ask, I was the one that broke up with him, so don’t worry about him hurting me.” Kurt paused for a moment, leaning over Blaine and grabbing the covered ice pack. “Oh Blaine,” He whispered gently as he carefully pressed the ice pack to Blaine’s eye. Blaine relaxed into the touch, the cold felt good against his blackened eye, his other closing.

“Why did you break up with him?” Blaine didn’t have to open his eyes; he could feel heartbreak and longing rolling off Kurt. He wrapped his hand around Kurt’s wrist, rubbing light circles with his thumb, he opened his good eye, watching Kurt’s expression.

“I saw that he and Luke were very much in love and I didn’t want to be the reason they weren’t together.”

“I’m sorry,” Blaine whispered.

“Don’t be. I wasn’t…I didn’t love him.” Kurt pinned Blaine with a piercing stare. “He wasn’t right for me.”

Am I?

Kurt shrugged, a soft smile playing at the edges of his lips.

“At least Luke was nice enough to set me up on a date after taking my boyfriend.”

“Really? Who with?”

“Dylan Walsh,” Kurt stated simply, “He’s a senior, but I don’t know him. We’re going to Breadstix tonight.”

“He’s a nice enough guy. I had Italian with him last year.” Blaine wanted to scream at Kurt to not go on this date, but he didn’t feel as though he had any right to tell Kurt what he could or could not do, and he could only imagine the reaction Kurt would have if he tried.

Kurt watched him for a moment, frowning at how low Blaine was laying.

“Sit up,” he instructed Blaine, “You need to be far more elevated than that.” Blaine sat up and Kurt quickly moved so he was sitting hip to hip next to Blaine. Kurt pulled Blaine back to rest against him, one hand resting on Blaine’s arm, the other keeping the ice pack in place.

Blaine settled into place, enjoying the physical contact, even if it was completely platonic.

“How did your date go last night?” Kurt asked softly since his mouth was inches from Blaine’s ear. Blaine worked hard to not shudder as Kurt’s breath ghosted over his neck with the question.

“It was okay. No. That’s a lie, it was kind of a disaster. I’m afraid I wasn’t very attentive and I don’t think he liked me that much.”

“Why? What’s not to like?” Kurt should really stop saying things like that to Blaine, it only gave him hope. Blaine shrugged; he didn’t know what to say, he couldn’t tell Kurt the truth, which was that he was so inattentive because he couldn’t stop trying to figure out what was going on with Kurt on his date and he didn’t even really know what happened with Trent after Kurt had arrived at the restaurant.

Kurt took the ice pack off Blaine’s eye and told him to rest for a bit. Blaine leaned farther back into Kurt as Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine. He let his head fall against Kurt’s shoulder and slowly drifted to sleep as Kurt drew random patterns over Blaine’s arms with his fingertips.

Blaine slowly came to, snuggling deeper into the warm body wrapped around him. He blearily blinked one eye open to a dark bedroom as he remembered who that warm body was. Kurt had fallen asleep with him.

Blaine chanced a glance at the clock next to his bed. 6:30 pm. Shit.

“Kurt,” Blaine whispered gently, untangling himself from the boys grasp. Kurt let out a soft whine at the loss of contact, but Blaine just gently rubbed his shoulder, bringing him back to consciousness. Kurt snapped awake giving Blaine a sleepy, happy look before seeing the clock.

“Oh my god! I have to go!” Kurt jumped out of the bed and started gathering his things, slipping his Dalton blazer back on. “I’m supposed to meet Dylan in an hour and I’m still in my uniform. Oh my god.” Kurt paused, looking over at Blaine. “Are you going to be okay? I can cancel if you need me to stay.”

Blaine wished Kurt wouldn’t tempt him with that offer and was glad that he still hadn’t turned the light on in his room so Kurt wouldn’t be able to see how badly he wanted Kurt to stay.

“No, you go. Have fun.” It physically hurt for Blaine to let him go. Kurt swooped down to Blaine’s side and reached up with this thumb to swipe against Blaine’s cheek, just under where his bruise ended.

“Thank you Blaine.” Kurt leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Blaine’s forehead. “You take it easy. I’ll call you later okay?”

And just like that Kurt was gone, and Blaine sat alone in the darkness of his room.

They were so close. So close, yet still so far.

It was like that song in Enchanted, only Blaine had waited too long, it was after midnight and his Giselle was gone, lost for him.

Blaine sunk into his bed, taking deep breaths to calm himself and keep the hot tears that were forming behind his eyelids from spilling over. His throat tightened and felt raw. He rolled over, his face buried in a pillow, a pillow that smelled an awful lot like the boy that had just left him.

It hit him then that his whole bed smelled like Kurt and it didn’t take very long for Blaine’s thoughts to wander from Kurt’s scent to the gentle touches, Kurt’s arms wrapped around him, sleeping around him. It was so different from when he had shared Kurt’s bed after Rachel’s party. He had been horrendously drunk and had passed out as soon as he hit the sheets. He was quite sure he and Kurt hadn’t even touched as they slept that night, but to sleep, to fall asleep in the arms of the man he loved, it was spectacularly different.

Blaine remembered the kiss, pressed carefully to his forehead and imagined those soft lips pressed against his. His thoughts spiraled from the idea of Kurt kissing him to doing far more devious things with his mouth.

Blaine’s hand traveled down his body as he sat up, leaning back against his headboard as his hand found its way into his pajama bottoms and rubbing over his hardening dick.

There was something seriously wrong about this, Blaine knew, but he didn’t care. Kurt’s scent was all around him and he could still feel Kurt’s arms around him. He breathed in Kurt’s unique scent and lost himself to the sensations.

Blaine bit his lip hard enough that it split open again, coppery blood spilled into his mouth and down his chin, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about the excruciating pain because all he could do was grip his hand even tighter over his erection as he imagined Kurt kneeling in front of him, his hands holding his ass open, leaving Kurt’s delicious little hole on display for him to see.

He could practically hear the countertenor begging for Blaine to fuck him and it threw him over the edge. Cum splattered all over the shirt he was still wearing and Blaine was going to have to change the sheets, but for now he was going to be fine with sliding down his headboard to rest on his pillows.

He curled into the pillow Kurt had been leaning against, smelling that cologne that was so distinctly Kurt. He let his ragged breathing go back to normal, just drowning in Kurt’s scent before he got out of bed, flipped his light on, and started stripping his sheets.

He picked up the pillow that smelled like Kurt and put it aside, he wasn’t going to be washing that any time soon.

His phone buzzed on his nightstand and he almost tripped over the top sheet that was tossed haphazardly on the floor in an effort to get to his phone.

Trent was calling him.

“Hey, Trent?” Blaine greeted him, confused.

“Hey!” Trent’s voice sounded bright on the other end of the phone. “I’m sorry if I’m calling you too soon or whatever, I’ve never been very good at knowing the rules of dating or whatever, but I just wanted to tell you that I had a really good time with you last night.”

“Really?”

Trent’s tinkling laughter floated through the other end of the phone.

“Yes, really. I’d love to do it again sometime, you know, if you’re still interested.” Trent’s voice had gotten significantly less confident by the end of his sentence.

Blaine eyed the pillow that he had put aside. The pillow was just a fantasy, a happily ever after he would never have with Kurt. It was time to move on.

“Yes, I’d like that very much.”

He and Trent made plans to catch a movie the next night and Blaine hung up the phone with an odd smile.

Perhaps there was another prince for him after all.