Waking up the next morning was not pleasant for Kurt with his alarm blaring at five-thirty in the morning. He groans, turning it off. Why is that even on?

Blaine jolted out of a deep sleep suddenly, his dream shattering to pieces as a blaring alarm woke him. He groaned as he opened his groggy eyes, seeing the familiar room he had slept in the night before, but before he could even dare sit up his stomach turned, and he quickly buried himself back in the blanket around him to try and fall asleep again.

Kurt sits up in bed, remembering the night before. Blaine. Blaine was in his room, on his couch, and Blaine had kissed him the night before. "Sorry if that woke you up." He yawns out as he sees Blaine stir on the couch. Looking at his alarm, he groans and plops himself backwards. "I forgot to change it to a later time."

Blaine grumbles under his breath in response, burying his face into the pillow of the couch grumpily.

Kurt sighs, knowing he won't be able to get back to sleep. May as well at least brush my teeth or something. He thinks as he gets up and navigates his way through his dark room into the bathroom. In the bathroom, he splashes cool water on his face, waking himself a little more. Brushing his teeth, he grabs an extra toothbrush out of his cabinet just in case Blaine didn't have one. He may only tolerate him--or so Kurt tells himself--but he is still a polite host. Well, sort of.

Blaine hears the running of water suddenly, and as much as his body wants him to go to sleep, his mind is wide awake. He huffs frustratedly and sits up on the couch, stretching and running his fingers through his untamed curls.

Kurt leans against the doorframe to the bathroom. "'Morning, Sunshine." He smiles, pushing his weight off and makes his way back to his bed. "Sorry 'bout the alarm. Had to wake up early yesterday." Kurt tries to get out around another yawn.

Blaine rubs his forehead, his head pounding in utter pain. "You ruined my beauty sleep." He half jokes, laying back down and groaning, his body felt like it had been hit by a truck. "I need Tylenol, stat."

"Left it on the sink in the bathroom with water and a toothbrush." Kurt informs him. "I'm not getting back up." He snuggles into his bed a bit to prove his point although it was probably too dark to make anything out.

Blaine huffed, throwing off the covers and slowing standing up, the dizziness taking over as the blankets fall off his body. He felt a cool breeze on his chest and realized he was still shirtless from the night before. Making his way over to the bathroom by feeling around, he shut the door closed and did his little 'morning routine,' as well as swallowing a Tylenol down as quick as he could. He exited the bathroom and tried to peer around the bedroom, but he could barely make out any furniture through the pitch black room. He started to slowly walk, holding onto dressers and a nightstand before he reached out and grabbed something.

"Uhm.." Kurt starts to chuckle as Blaine grabs his leg. "Hello there." He shakes his head before reaching out for the lamp. "Your headache is about to get worse, Anderson." Kurt tells him before pulling the lamp's string to turn it on.

Blaine cursed loudly, squeezing his eyes shut and covering his face. "I swear to fucking god if you don't turn that shit off..." He grabbed for the lamp but caught an arm, and deciding to grab it tightly while crawling onto the bed and growling. "Turn. It. Off."

"Someone's a little...touchy in the morning." Kurt suggests as he turns the lamp off. "I'm going to turn my reading lamp on. It's a lot dimmer than the rest of my lights. Alright?" He asks, not waiting for a confirmation before turning the small lamp on.

Blaine removed his grip from Kurt's arm and mumbled a small, "Whatever." He made his way back over to the couch and collapsed back onto it, shivering while pulling the thin blanket on top of him.

Kurt mumbles to himself before speaking up. "You can either come up here or borrow one of my shirts. And don't pull any crap on how you can 'handle it.' My room is in a fucking basement and it's winter." He sits up, looking out towards the couch. "So what's it gonna be?"

Blaine was much more a body warmth person than a blanket one. So in a matter of two seconds he was back climbing onto Kurt's bed in his sleep mode, barely leaving any room between the two of them and swinging an arm over his waist. "I'd much rather you as my warmth." He yawns softly, still out of it and half fallen asleep.

Kurt slides down a bit on the bed so he's not sitting up anymore. "Always glad to help to help?" He smirks a bit, turning his head towards Blaine's. "Do you want me to turn the lamp off?" He asks softly.

Blaine's hand gripped Kurt's hip gently as he started to nod off, and with a small mumble he nuzzled into Kurt's neck. "Yes, please."

Kurt laughs softly while trying to get out of Blaine's grip. "If I'm going to turn the light off, you're going to have to let me go." He informs Blaine, brushing back some curls.

Blaine gave a muffled response, removing his arm to stuff into the sheets and pull them more over his cold body.

"Go back to sleep." Kurt sooths once he's back to laying down next to Blaine. Brushing his hands through the boy's curls for a second, he repeats himself.

Blaine's head falls back to Kurt's shoulder, but his exhaustion took over and soon he was fast asleep curled up to Kurt's body.

Already being awake, Kurt lets his thoughts take over his mind as he combs his hands through Blaine's curls for the first few moments as the boy's breathing evens out. What the fuck am I doing?

"Yep. They totally screwed." Puck said as he tossed a pillow at Quinn, who had mentioned both the boys absence since they had awoken. "Blaine's gone, and there's only one other room with a cushion in this house." The faint sound of Santana heaving in the next door bathroom, caused him to roll his eyes.

"They might have, but I don't think they did." She says honestly, laying down on the floor. "You know Hummel. He might get action, but he's not getting action. He's still a lot like how he used to be." She informs Puck, trying to get comfortable on the floor next to him where she apparently passed out the night before.

Santana peaks around the corner, hair tied up in a ponytail. "If Hummel had any action with Anderson the whole house would have been rocking, trust me." She pops the toothbrush back into her mouth that she had been holding and wanders back over to the bathroom.

Puck nods. "The girl has a point, but they're definitely both in Kurt's bed right now."

"That I'm agreeing on." Quinn nods, turning towards Puck. "I should try to actually be nice to Anderson, shouldn't I." She sighs. "I mean actually being nice and not faking it. Well...as nice as I can be." Speaking up before Puck can respond, she add, "But he just gets on my nerves. And if something happens to Kurt when they're together..."She trails off.

"Well, I think for now if Kurt's got the hots for that guy you should at least be on your best behavior. But, I can't promise you anything about Blaine. He's...he's not very good with relationships, he usually just bounces from one good night to the next but never stays permanent. He's got some...mental issues, per say, I don't know how this is going to turn out."

Quinn takes in what Puck just told her. After a few moments, she says softly, "Maybe they'll be good for each other if anything does happen."

Puck just nods slowly, sitting up to reach into his jacket pocket to light up his morning cigarette. "Maybe..." He sighs. "I just don't know with Blaine."

Kurt couldn't help but stare. How could he not when the sun rose before and shone on Blaine's olive skin or when each time either Kurt or Blaine shifted a bit, Blaine's grip on his waist would tighten slightly before going lax. Or the fact that he can't get the kiss from last night out of his head. Last night's kiss was different from the one he gave to Blaine the day before. Or maybe Kurt was just over thinking things like how he used to. Grip tightening again, he looks down on Blaine.

Blaine's eyes blinked open as sunlight hit his face, and he grunted as he shifted and pressed his face back into the warm, lavender scented skin that was beneath him. His grogginess soon cleared away, and he picked up his head to see two bright blue orbs staring down at him. "What time is it..." He grumbles, rubbing at his eyes with balled fists.

Kurt picks his head upper body a bit to look at the clock next to him on his night stand. "It's....half past seven." Kurt informs him, gently lowering himself back down. "I need to call the school for Quinn and I later." He groans, rubbing a hand over his face.

Blaine's brow furrowed, trying to clear his blurry mind of something...something he needed to do that day.....Oh shit, he thought. He sat up, turning his head to look at the clock and ignoring the agonizing pain in his head. "I...shit. I have to get going." He throws the covers off and swings his feet over the mattress. But before he goes he turns and flashes a smile. "Thanks for the comfort, Hummel." He leans back in and cups Kurt's cheek, winking. "You're a good warm up." He slips out of the bed and heads back upstairs, grabbing his shirt and leather jacket near Puck and ignoring all his questions to quickly sprint out of the house.

Kurt sits back against his headboard as he tries to get his heartbeat back to normal. For some reason, he misses the curly haired boy and his warmth. Along with the way the sun hit him not too long ago and the soft snores. This is not helping my heart.

Puck looked worriedly towards the direction Blaine had left in, staring at the front door with his cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

"What's up Curls' ass?" Quinn wonders aloud as she also stares at the door. She's not sure if she should go check up on Kurt or not. She goes with waiting a bit before heading down. Too curious about what just happened.

Puck didn't bother to answer Quinn, knowing she'd snoop anyway's. He heard the pad of her footsteps down the stairs and sighed heavily before collapsing back onto the carpet.

"We're all hungover, Puckerman. Get over yourself." Santana steps over his body and heads back to a sleeping Brittany on the couch, wrapping her arms back around the blonde and pulling her close.

"So," Quinn says as she lays down next to Kurt on her stomach, "what did we witness upstairs?"

"When?" Kurt asks. "There has been a lot of things going on upstairs." He shrugs.

"I mean watching Anderson run out the door after being down here all night." She explains to Kurt. "What happened down here?" She asks suggestively.

"Honestly nothing happened between us. Last night or this morning." Which is the truth...for the most part. Quinn really didn't need to know about the goodnight kiss, the cuddling, or his conflicted feelings.

Quinn hums, not sure is she can believe him or not. "Are you going to call the school later?" She asks when she see the time. Kurt sighs out a, yeah," before Quinn talks again. "Hospital excuse?"

"You know me so well." Kurt jokes before releasing a yawn. "I either need coffee or more sleep. But seeing as I didn't get much last night," He yawns again, "I'm gonna go for it."

"Fine. I'll call." Quinn crawls over to Kurt and kisses his forehead. "Come up when you're awake." Kurt manages to mumble out a reply before finally letting sleep take over.

Blaine took the last drag out of his cigarette bud as he leaned against his bike, staring at his house with a blank look. He stomped out the bud and decided to get out of the cold, walking up the front steps and entering the house with his spare key. He looked inside as he closed the door behind him, taking quiet footsteps as he toed off his shoes. "Mom?" He called out quietly, hearing a pan clatter in the kitchen. He strolled down through the living room and into the kitchen when he heard the refrigerator door slam. "Mom is that you?"

"Where were you?"

Blaine sighs and leans against the doorframe. "My friends house."

Mr. Anderson turns around with a raised eyebrow. "What kind of friend Blaine, tell me? Is it that nice girl you introduced us to last week?"

"No." Blaine mumbles, heading back out of the kitchen. "I'm going to say hi to Mom."

"Blaine Anderson you tell me where you have been!" His father demands, storming after him.

"Dad leave me the fuck alone, please!" Blaine turns at the wrong time.

Smack.

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Kurt groans as he turns over, hugging the pillow closer to his body. Cracking his eye open to look at the clock, Kurt sees that he hasn't even slept in an hour. Figuring he should just get on with the day, Kurt gets out of bed and makes his way up the stairs. With the smell of coffee wafting through the halls, Kurt makes his way into the kitchen rubbing his eyes to wake himself up a bit more. "Coffee?" Kurt asks no one in particular.

"Already made." Quinn informs him. "And please keep your voice to a minimum. I don't know about the others, but I have a killer headache."

"I already woke myself up with the rest of the booze, Quinnie over here refused to get rid of her hangover. I guess she'd rather dig for sympathy." Puck yawns and gets up, stretching his arms. "I gotta head back soon, I've got a party to host."

"Of course you do." Kurts pours a bit of milk into his coffee. "Hope your time here was enjoyable." He nods towards Puck. "How are you leaving anyway? Cause by the looks of it," Kurt looks around the curtain and looks into the driveway, "you may not have a ride."

"I'm going to Shane and Azemo's party down the street, did you know you were neighbors? Anyway I'm waking there since Blaine ditched me." Puck grabs his jacket and tugs it on, tucking his glasses in his shirt. "Apparently I'm the only sports player who can get his hands on weed, fucking pricks. I'll see you later Kurt." He gives Kurt a half hug and nods towards Quinn. "And Fabray."

"Later, Noah." The two say. "So..." Kurt trails off. "The girls still here?"

"Yeah." Quinn sighs, nodding her head to the door. "They're gonna go to school so Sue doesn't eat them. I'm gonna go with them." Adding on, she explains, "I'd rather not sit around today and settle. No offence."

"None taken." Kurt shrugs, warming his hands between his mug. "You are your own person, Quinn. I don't need to be by your hip all the time and same with you to me. I'm fine being alone." Kurt stops to take a sip of his coffee before continuing. "I'm gonna clean up a bit more and probably call the hospital to check up on everything. You can drive if you want. Although I don't suggest it unless Santana is more hungover than you."

"Not possible, I broke into Quinn's medicine cabinet so I'm all good." Santana walked back into the living room fully dressed. "Brittany go get the car running so we're not freezing our asses off in our uniforms."

"Alright!" The blonde kisses Santana's cheek before grabbing the keys and heading out the front door.

"I'm guessing that's my cue to get my bag and stuff, isn't it?" Quinn looks up at the Latina girl.

"Yes, and quickly too. I don't want any surprises in my locker when I'm not at early morning uniform check." She grabbed her purse.

Quinn sighs as she gets up and stretches. "Have fun today. Don't forget to call the school. Don't want ya in trouble." She winks as Kurt rolls his eyes. "Bye." She kisses his cheeks and walks down the hall leading to the front to put her coat on and getting her bag.

With the others gone, Kurt grabs his phone that he left in the kitchen the night before and calls the school. Giving his usual, "Yes I'm spending the day with him," and, "I'll get my assignments from Quinn," and he can't forget, "And I know to e-mail the teachers. I do it everyday, Patty." With that, he hangs up and walks back into the living room and towards the iPod on the coffee table. As he goes to press play, he hears the doorbell. Walking over, he opens the door thinking it was Quinn and asks, "What did you forget, Fabray?"

"My jacket. And It's me." Blaine answers, standing with his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets.

Kurt curses. "I didn't hear Santana pull out. Sorry. Come in." He opens the door to let Blaine step through. "Do you remember where you left it?"

"I tossed it somewhere in the living room." Blaine enters the house and starts to wander into the room, finding it hanging over the arm of the couch. "Got it, sorry to bother."

"You weren't bothering me." Kurt shakes his head then looks up to Blaine. "Where the fuck did that come from?" He asks, hoping his concern didn't show.

Blaine frowned before realizing he probably didn't check in the mirror before he left the house again, and he most definitely had a mark from his dear fathers backhand punishment. "I just forgot my jacket, that's all I wanted." He pushes past Kurt.

Before Blaine can really get past him, Kurt grabs a hold of Blaine's forearm and spins him back to face towards him. "I'm not going to touch it." He places his free hand under Blaine's chin. Tilting his head from side-to-side inspecting it, Kurt asks with his face close to Blaine's, "Have you iced this at all?"

Blaine flinches away from Kurt's hand. "Kurt its fine, I'll ice it when I get home, I need to get home."

"Blaine." Kurt says sternly. "I told you I know what I'm doing. Do you believe me or not?"

"Not really to be honest..."

Kurt sighs and mutters, "Of course you don't." Looking at Blaine's cheek a bit more, he thinks he should probably tell him. "Have you noticed the cut?"

Blaine sighs. "I didn't exactly examine myself before I left...there's a cut?"

"Yeah. But it's not too deep." Kurt slides his hand down to grab ahold of Blaine's and brings him into the kitchen. "Sit. I'm going to grab the first-aid kit from the cabinet."

Blaine tried to protest but Kurt was already busy digging through the kitchen cabinets. He sat down and groaned as he rubbed at his side cheek.

"Stop it." Kurt grabs his wrist when he comes back over to Blaine. "You might make it worse." He goes silent for a few minutes as he gets everything needed out. "You probably already know that this is going to sting." Kurt jokes while opening the alcohol pad. Grabbing Blaine's chin again, Kurt tilts his head so he can see the cut better. Apologizing when Blaine winces from the sting of the alcohol in his open cut. "And there." Kurt says softly after putting on a bandage.

Blaine sat still as much as he could during the process, but even after the cleaning the mental pain from the hit still remained. "Thanks." He mutters.

"Do you wanna ice your face here?" Kurt suggests. "I'm alone all day so it's fine."

"I'll be fine." Blaine assures him. "I have ice packs at home, I have to go Kurt I'm sorry." He grabs a few bandages and stuffs them into his jacket pocket. "I'm sort of grounded for skipping school, which is total bullshit...but you know dads."

Kurt looks down. "Yeah." He whispers.

Blaine looks at Kurt and reaches out to tug him by his waistband closer. "Hey, thanks for being my personal nurse." He gives his best smirk, being that half his face was swollen.

Kurt rolls his eyes and looks into Blaine's eyes. "I might be an ass, but I do help people out." He jokes. "But it wasn't a problem." He shrugs.

"Well you're not as much as an ass as me." Blaine stands and picks Kurt's chin up. "But seriously, thank you."

Kurt gives Blaine a genuine smile. "You're welcome."

Blaine smiles back, long eyelashes blinking as he starts to stare back into Kurt's blue eyes.

Getting caught up in the moment, Kurt leans down and kisses Blaine, cupping his uninjured cheek in one hand.

Blaine stilled against Kurt's lips for a moment, but then he began to kiss him back, one hand sliding onto his waist and gripping at his shirt.

Needing air, Kurt pulls back and leans his forehead against Blaine's, eyes slowly blinking open. "You said you need to go home." He whispers.

"And you encouraged me to stay." Blaine whispers back. "So why don't you give me another kiss." He leans back in and captures Kurt's lips with his own, both hands grabbing his waist and pulling him close to his body.

Kurt snakes his arms around Blaine's neck as he puts just as much force into the kiss. "We should go somewhere else." He suggests in between kisses. "You choose."

Blaine muffled out, "living room,' breaking for air and grabbing Kurt's hand to tug him quickly down the hall and into the living room. He captures him by his hips again and sits down on the loveseat to pull Kurt on top of him.

Not waiting, Kurt starts to kiss Blaine again, moving from his lips to his jaw down to his neck and back up again. Kurt starts to suck on Blaine's pulse point, leaving his own little marks. He trails back up and nips at Blaine's lower lip before kissing him hungrily again.

Blaine's head falls back to the couch as Kurt's lips trail down his neck, groaning quietly as his hands grasp at the back of Kurt's shirt, pressing their bodies together. He feels his lips connecting to his own again and chuckles lowly as he sucks Kurt's lip into his mouth. "Someone's an eager boy." He starts to kiss him more firmly before flipping them so he pinned Kurt down into a laying position. "I like it."

"I could say the same thing, Anderson." Kurt moans as Blaine nips at his neck. "Now kiss me, goddamn it." He growls from the loss on his lips.

"I'm always eager." Blaine smooths his hands under Kurt's shirt as he leans back up to kiss Kurt roughly, biting at his lip before forcing his two lips to part and sliding his tongue into his mouth. He scratches his fingernails down Kurt's abdomen as he explores his mouth, tangling both of their tongue's together.

Kurt releases a low moan in the back of his throat. He grabs onto Blaine's curls and tugs at them roughly as his other hand scratches at Blaine's back but only hitting his jacket. He hums before pulling back. "Jacket." He says breathlessly.

Blaine quickly tugs the leather off his arms and tosses it off the couch, barely breaking the kiss so his tongue teased inside Kurt's mouth and his nails scratched and teased at Kurt's sensitive sides.

Kurt brings his hands around to Blaine's front and grabs the fabric. Kurt hooks one of his legs into Blaine's and flips them over.*

Blaine grunts as his back hits the couch, grabbing at the hem of Kurt's shirt and starting to tug it up and over his head. "I wanna see you." He says in a low tone.

Kurt shivered as the cool air hit his torso. "You next." Kurt whispers into Blaine's ear as his hands travel under Blaine's shirt, breath hot on his skin.

Blaine grabs Kurt's hands and slips them out, grinning. "Yes, sir." He tugs off his shirt, sitting up with Kurt in his lap and leans in to brush his lips against Kurt's collarbone placing feather light kisses downwards to his pale chest. "God you're so fucking hot."

Kurt tilts his head back in pleasure. "I don't know about me," Kurt says after humming to Blaine's words, "but have you seen yourself?" Kurt asks as he leans in for another kiss, brushing lips against the other boy's softly.

Blaine rolls his eyes and pulls back, pressing their foreheads together. "Trust me, you're smoking." He sucks Kurt's lip back into his mouth and lays them both back down, reaching to grab Kurt's ass and squeeze the flesh through his jeans roughly. He moved to press his lips back to Kurt's when his phone vibrated several times in his pocket, and he pulled back with a curse under his breath. "Fuck."

"You should probably grab that." Kurt suggests as he leans their foreheads together. "I don't wanna get you in even more trouble."

Blaine takes out his phone, sliding his hand between their bodies to get it from his pocket. He checks his new messages and his face turns cold. "I have to go." He sits up and slips Kurt off his lap gently. "And I'm serious this time." He snatches his shirt and jacket from the floor and redress himself, before exiting the room he turns to Kurt and winks. "You're really hot baby, remember that." He exits the house quickly and heads out to his car.

"Where the fuck did that come from?" He asks himself, flopping back on the couch. He groans at the tightness in his pants, his hand sliding down to squeeze at the bulge. He started to rub his palm onto his hard on, head falling back as his eyes fluttered closed. He imagined Blaine still on top of him, his soft, plump lips kissing down his neck and marking him up as he chose. His hands scraping and teasing along his chest and exploring his body. The way he kissed him, so rough and dominating. Soon enough Kurt's hand was stuffed into his boxers, and his fingers were wrapped around his length, pumping himself rapidly. His breathing started to come out in ragged puffs of air, the image of Blaine rough, calloused fingers pleasuring his hardened cock caused him to moan aloud into the empty room and pump himself faster. He felt a tight coil in his stomach, and his legs started to squirm on the couch as he saw those two hazel eyes staring into his own, and those beautiful lips murmuring, "Come for me, Kurt."

"Blaine!" He mewled aloud, his toes curling as he pumped his fist around his cock twice more and spilled over his hand and onto the fabric of his boxers. Kurt groans at the fact that he should clean himself up but he doesn't want to move. But feeling his boxers stick to him, he decides to get off the couch, swaying a bit as he does so, and goes down stairs into his room to use his bathroom. Stepping in, Kurt leans against the wall to try to hold his body up. After a moment or so, Kurt finally washes up and turns the water off. He rubs at his eyes to keep him awake since the shower hadn't. Flopping on his bed after putting clothes on, Kurt falls asleep with Hazel eyes on his mind.

Blaine's bare back leaned against the cool tiles of the shower wall as ice cold water beat down onto his skin. He closed his eyes, hearing the sounds outside the bathroom walls of doors slamming and loud, unnecessary cursing. He slammed his fist against the wall out of anger, letting the cold water splash onto his face and cool himself down as he remembered...Kurt. He despised the fact he had to leave him because of his horrible parents, and that the one time he feels good and warm and comfortable, he's ripped from the feeling immediately. His hard on had gone down the minute he turned on the water, and now he was just left sulking under his shower head. He finally turned the water off and stepped out, grabbing a towel to dry himself off. He tugged on boxers and sweatpants before heading back into his bedroom to collapse at his bed.

Unfortunately, he could barely take a breath before the door to his room was swung open, and his father, dressed in work clothes, was standing in the doorway.

"I'm going to work."

Blaine stayed silent.

His father sighed and ventured into the room. "You skipped school today to hang out at some bake party, do you expect me to be happy, Blaine?"

"No." He mumbles, turning over in his sheets and curling up on himself.

"After all your mother and I have paid for, after all the shit we have gone through to get you a good education you go against us and sell yourself to random men like a goddamn fool!"

"I was hanging with my friends, dad."

"Those people are not your friends, those private school boys were your friends. But those people? They want you because they know you're a worthless dropout, and they will take advantage of you I assure it."

"Why don't you just call up, Cooper so he can calm you down." Blaine shouts.

"You know what!? I will! Because at least he contributes to this family and shows love, all you do is sin and stress your mother out until she nearly tugs her the locks out of her hair."

"No, dad, you do that, because you're a psychopath!"

Smack.

Blaine's father leaned in close to his reddened face, poking a finger at his chest. "I have the power to lock you in this room with a tutor and a priest. God only knows you're the son of satan." He storms out of the room and slams the door recklessly behind him.

"You know you're talking about yourself right!?" Blaine screams towards his father, huffing out in distress and grabbing one of his cigarette packs from his nightstand. He fumbles with opening the pack before screeching in anger and tossing it at the door, laying onto the bed and covering his flushed face with his hands.

He was lost and he knew it. Tapping a passing boy on the shoulder who had just walked past him on the staircase, he starts to speak. "Excuse me. Can I ask you a question? I'm new here."

"My name's Blaine." The boy says politely as he holds his hand out.

Shaking his hand, Kurt feels sparks up going up his hand, through his arm, and staying in his body. Blaine.

Kurt woke up to the familiar name and the familiar golden eyes. This can't be happening. He thinks. After a moment, he whispers, "Holy fuck." I...I can't be. I can't be in love with him.