Blaine woke up to sunlight pouring over his face and his blanket felt extremely heavy. He opened his eyes and the memory of last night drifted back to him. He and Kurt had been watching Aladdin and they must have fallen asleep because the TV was still on the Aladdin menu screen and the heavy thing he had thought was his blanket was, in fact, Kurt Hummel asleep on top of him.

Blaine smiled down at Kurt's hair and wrapped his arms around his waist, which he immediately regretted when Kurt moved as if he was waking up. Blaine froze, trying not to wake him, and Kurt nuzzled into Blaine's chest still asleep.

Kurt slept for another half-hour before he started to move again. He stretched a little and then froze realizing that he was still on top of Blaine and had been there the entire night. His eyes shot open and he slowly turned his face up toward Blaine's.

"Morning," Blaine sighed with a smirk.

Kurt slowly slid back off of Blaine, "Oh my God... I'm so sorry, Blaine. I didn't mean to fall asleep on top of-"

"Hey now, come back over here," Blaine sat up a little bit and then opened his arms to Kurt, "I don't even care, Kurt. It was... really nice actually."

Kurt obliged and settled back into Blaine's chest, "Oh."

"Are you hungry? Do you want some breakfast?"

"I'm okay for now, thank you though," Kurt hugged himself into Blaine a little tighter, "You make a very good pillow by the way."

"You callin' me fat?" Blaine chuckled still a little sleepy.

Kurt pulled away from Blaine just enough to look in his eyes, "No! No, of course not! I just meant-"

"Kurt, calm down, I was joking." Blaine pulled Kurt back into his chest and smiled.

"Oh... okay." Kurt giggled.

"I am interested in what makes me such a remarkable pillow though..."

"If I remember correctly, I called you a good pillow..."

"Yes, but I'd like to think that I make a remarkable pillow. So please don't ruin my fun and tell me why I am such a remarkable pillow."

"Blaine Anderson, you are a complete dork." Kurt laughed.

"Yes, but is that why I make such a remarkable pillow?" Blaine asked.

"Oh my God, Blaine," Kurt giggled again, "You make a good pillow-"

"Remarkable." Blaine cut in.

"You make a remarkable pillow, because you are warm, and you smell amazing, and you aren't too muscled, but you are enough to make a good cushion, and also because you smell amazing."

"You said I smell amazing twice." Blaine pointed out.

"For emphasis. Jeez, keep up Blaine." Kurt said in mock annoyance.

At that moment Blaine's stomach decided to make a horrific growling noise...

"That lion still not used to its new habitat?" Kurt laughed.

"Oh my God, you did not just repeat my own crappy joke back at me." Blaine groaned.

"Oh good, I'm glad you knew it was crappy."

"Shut up." Blaine cracked a smile.

"Make me." Kurt breathed back, a look of complete seriousness on his face.

Blaine pulled Kurt's mouth to his and kissed him hard. Blaine's stomach made another obscene noise and Kurt pulled away laughing again.

"Better feed that lion." He winked at Blaine and hopped off of the couch.

"Do you mind if I take a shower? I feel all gross, and I really don't want to go out into the world looking like this." Kurt asked after breakfast.

"No problem," Blaine smiled, "Let me just get you a towel and show you how the shower works. It's kind of weird." Blaine got up and headed in the direction of the bathroom stopping at a linen closet on the way to grab Kurt a towel.

Blaine bent over to point at the shower nobs, "Hot is cold and cold is hot. You pull this up to make the water go. Oh, and don't take too long, I need to take one too."

Blaine busied himself with picking out an outfit while Kurt was in the shower. That's when it hit him. Kurt was in his shower. Kurt was naked in his shower. Blaine swallowed. His throat was suddenly dry. He heard the bathroom door swing open.

"Blaine? I'm all done in here. It's all yours." Kurt was standing in Blaine's bedroom doorway, his hair wet, smiling over at Blaine who had failed to pick out an outfit in the favor of thinking about Kurt in his shower instead.

"Th-thanks. I'll be quick, and then I can bring you home," he blushed, "Oh, could you do me a favor and find me something to wear? I uh, got a little pre-occupied."

"Sure." Kurt smiled hugely.

"Thank you." Blaine kissed Kurt's cheek and headed towards the shower.

Blaine quickly dried off and wrapped his towel around his waist. He fixed his curly hair so that it wasn't sticking up at odd angles and then headed toward his bedroom.

"Alright, what am I wearing?" Blaine asked making Kurt, who was currently holding a shirt, jump.

"Oh my God, Blaine," Kurt turned around and saw that Blaine was wearing nothing but a towel. His eyes went wide and he dropped the shirt he was holding. Quickly scrambling to pick it up he continued, "You... Wha- why are you only wearing a towel?"

"I was under the impression that you were picking out something for me to wear and it felt counterproductive to put my pajamas back on just to take them off again...." Blaine said honestly. He hadn't even really thought about the fact that he was almost completely naked and standing in front of the guy he liked more than anyone he'd ever dated before, "I'm so sorry, I didn't really think this through..."

Kurt burst into laughter at the clearly embarrassed and distraught look on Blaine's face, "It's fine, Blaine. You just surprised me."

Blaine sighed, his eyes going bright again, "Oh, okay, good. So what am I wearing?"

"Currently a towel." Kurt giggled.

Blaine rolled his eyes, "You know what I mean."

"I got out some jeans, a t-shirt, and a cardigan, but uh... I uh... couldn't find your uh... underwear, so uh... you'll have to get that yourself." Kurt said awkwardly.

Blaine burst out laughing as he walked over to his dresser, "I didn't really expect you to pick out my underwear, but I appreciate the thought."

Blaine yanked open the top drawer and pulled out a pair of navy-blue boxer-briefs still chuckling to himself.

"Mind turning around for a moment?" Blaine smiled over at Kurt who turned around without a word.

Blaine dropped the towel and pulled on his underwear, "Okay you're fine now."

Kurt turned back around and Blaine watched as a slow blush climbed his cheeks and went all the way up to the tips of his ears. Blaine grabbed the jeans off his bed and put them on. Kurt was still staring at Blaine.

"Kurt?" Blaine smiled.

"Wha- yeah?"

"Could I have my shirt?" Kurt was still holding the plum colored V-neck.

"Oh yeah, sorry..." he tossed the shirt to Blaine who quickly pulled it over his head.

Kurt's face was starting to go back to its normal color as he handed Blaine a dark grey cardigan, "H-here."

"You okay?" Blaine's face was serious now. Maybe it had been too soon for Kurt to see so much of him. Maybe he'd scared Kurt off.

"Yeah. Yeah, I just um, you're really hot. I mean, you're always hot, but uh, especially with your hair like uh, like that." Kurt blushed again.

"I hate my hair like this..." Blaine stated.

"Well you shouldn't, 'cause It's gorgeous," Kurt stared at Blaine a look of truth on his face, "Can I... can I touch it?"

Blaine laughed, "Of course."

Kurt moved toward him and slowly reached one pale hand up to run his fingers through Blaine's still damp curls. Blaine leaned into the touch and closed his eyes. Kurt leaned down and sweetly kissed Blaine before pulling away.

"I should probably get home... though I'm really not looking forward to Rachel's questions..." Kurt chuckled lightly.

"I don't want you to go..." Blaine whispered into the empty air.

"I don't want to go either, but Rachel's already going to be mad that I didn't tell her I wasn't coming home, and plus, I'm supposed to see a show with her tonight." Kurt sighed, taking Blaine's hand and pulling him towards the hallway and then towards the door.

"Wait, I have to gel my-" Blaine started turning back towards the bathroom.

"Don't you dare." Kurt scolded.

"But-"

"Come on, I need to get home, Blaine."

"Fine." Blaine grunted grabbing his keys and phone off of the coffee table.

"Maybe you and Rachel can stop by the bar after the show?" Blaine asked as he pulled the car up in front of Kurt's building.

"Well you're rather eager to see me again." Kurt teased.

"Sorry, it's just that you're like the most amazing person I've ever met, and you're gorgeous, and I just want to look at you and be with you as much as possible," Blaine announced, "Sorry, I don't mean to be overbearing."

"Blaine Devon Anderson, I swear to God if you apologize for no reason one more time..." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Sor- uh... so do you think you guys will drop by tonight?"

Kurt pulled Blaine in for a quick kiss, "We'll see."

Blaine had been bar tending since five; it was ten now and there was still no sign of Kurt. He was exhausted and sweaty, and he was desperately looking forward to going home in an hour. He had taken on a long shift to distract himself from wishing he were with Kurt, but it wasn't working very well. All he could think about was Kurt and how good it had felt falling asleep and waking up with each other. Was it possible to miss someone that you saw not even twelve hours ago?

"Hey, Blaine!"

Blaine looked up to see Rachel sitting down at the bar. He felt himself smile and he whipped his head around looking for Kurt, but couldn't see him anywhere. The smile dropped a little as he looked back at Rachel.

"Don't worry, he's coming," Rachel rolled her eyes, smiling up at Blaine, "He just ran to the restroom real quick."

"Oh," Blaine smiled again, "Good!"

"If you don't mind, before he gets back telling me what really happened last night," she winked, "that would be just grand."

"What do you mean what 'really' happened last night? I'm sure whatever Kurt told you is the truth." Blaine laughed.

"Well, you know, just to make sure."

"We got coffee, then we took a walk in the park, he kissed me, we got Chinese food, we went to Central Park, we got a cheesecake and brought it back to my apartment where we ate it and watched Aladdin. We fell asleep on the couch during the movie," Blaine remembered for Rachel, "Is that all you wanted to know?"

"Well I guess your stories are pretty much the same, except Kurt said you guys made out during the movie... and had to stop, well, because..." Rachel glanced down at Blaine's pants then back up again.

"Ugh... I can't believe he told you that..." Blaine groaned as a blush started to make its way to his cheeks.

"He tells me everything," Rachel giggled, "he also told me he caught you singing 'Teenage Dream' into a cork-screw in your kitchen."

"Oh my God..." Blaine dropped his face into his hands.

"Rachel, why is it that every time I leave you two alone I come back to Blaine looking extremely embarrassed?" Kurt was just now approaching the bar and eyeing Blaine curiously.

"Kurt!" Blaine looked up with a huge smile, "You're here!"

"Did Rachel not tell you...?"

"No, she did, I just... I don't know why I said that..." Blaine chuckled.

"So, how did Rach embarrass you this time? Or do I want to know...?" Kurt sat in an empty bar stool and rested his cheek in his hand.

"Well apparently someone told her about a certain something that they caught me doing in my kitchen," Blaine raised his eyebrows in Kurt's direction, "among other things..."

"What other things?" Kurt laughed at the memory of Blaine dancing in his kitchen.

"Uh... that I uh, um... can I get you guys some drinks?" Blaine changed the subject.

"I'll just have a beer, and Rachel will have a Shirley Temple, because she tends to kiss gay guys when she gets drunk."

"That was one time!" Rachel shoved Kurt, gently while Blaine started on making their drinks.

"But anyways, Blaine, what other things?" Kurt eyed Blaine suspiciously, not dropping the earlier topic.

"You told Rachel that I uh... that I... well that I-"

"Oh my God, I can't take this. I told Blaine that you told me that he got a boner while you guys were making out," Rachel confessed, "Whew, glad that's out in the open!"

"Rachel!!!" Kurt looked like he wanted to smack her, "I told you not to say anything!!!"

"Well, you should know by now that I'm a blabber-mouth," she defended, "I mean come on, Kurt, you've known me for like eight years!"

"I'm so sorry, Blaine, I'm never telling her anything again." Kurt had sincerity in his eyes as he looked over at Blaine who was, at this point, as red as a tomato.

"It's fine, Kurt, I don't care. Really, it's fine." Blaine smiled, still embarrassed.

"It's not fine, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shared something so personal." Kurt reached for Blaine's hand across the bar.

"Kurt, she's your best friend," Blaine laughed, "If the situation was reversed, I probably would have told her too. Really, I don't care."

"Well I'm still sorry." Kurt stated.

"Now who's apologizing too much?" Blaine teased.

"Hey! This is different! I'm apologizing for something I did wrong, you on the other hand, just always apologize for being adorable, and speaking your mind, and I don't need apologies for those things." Kurt pointed out.

"Fine." Blaine laughed.

"However," Kurt continued, "You can apologize for gelling your hair before you came to work."

"Now that I won't apologize for," Blaine lifted a hand to his hair to make sure the gel was still holding nicely, "I hate it when my hair is curly..."

"Awe, it's curly? I have to see this!" Rachel interjected.

"I'll make you a deal, Blaine," Kurt began, "We go to your place after you get off work, all three of us I mean, and you take a shower to get rid of that gel."

"But-" Blaine began to protest.

"I'm not finished yet," Kurt had shushed Blaine with a finger to his lips, "Then we let Rachel be the tie breaker. I think you look better with the curls, you like the gel, so once Rachel's seen both, she picks, and voila we know which looks better."

"Ooh! I like this!" Rachel squealed.

"Fine..." Blaine said begrudgingly.

"Make yourselves at home." Blaine said as they walked into his apartment.

"Yeah-yeah-yeah, go take a shower," Kurt waved his hands at Blaine as if to get him to hurry, "Oh and you might not want to forget to put your clothes back on this time."

"Wait, what?!" Rachel looked between the two men who were laughing, "Hey! What am I missing out on here?"

"Oh calm down, Rachel," Kurt poked her arm, "Nothing happened, I just saw a little- well, a lot of skin. Blaine, go take your shower so I can be proven right about your hair."

Blaine got out of the shower and fixed his curls the way they had been that morning. Then he ran across the hall in his towel to put some pajamas on, instead of putting his sweaty work clothes back on. He chose the same kind of sweat pants he wore last night, but this time navy blue and a plain white t-shirt.

"Alright. Don't laugh. Here I come." Blaine called down the hall.

He walked into the living room to find Kurt and Rachel eating left-over cheesecake on the couch.

Rachel set her plate down, "Come here so I can get a better look at you."

Blaine rolled his eyes, "If you must."

Rachel looked Blaine up and down a few times, then closed her eyes picturing him with gel, then opened her eyes again.

"I have made my decision." She decided.

"And it is...?" Kurt asked.

"The gel is lovely and creates a sort of adorable charm, but I'm going to have to go with curls. Definitely curls."

"YES!" Kurt jumped into the air.

"Dammit." Blaine was annoyed with Rachel's choice, but he couldn't help but smile because Kurt was so excited.

"Sorry, Blaine, but I speak the truth when I say that the curls are sexier than the gel." Rachel was starting to eye Blaine in a way that was a little too friendly now.

"She speaks the honest goddamned truth, Blaine. You're just going to have to accept the sexy curls and get over it." Kurt winked.

"This," Blaine pointed to his hair, "is not sexy. This is messy."

"That's why it's sexy, Blaine," Rachel laughed, "Kurt, you're really going to have to introduce him to fashion, though I am rather enjoying those pants..."

"Okay, Rachel, time to go!" Kurt started pushing her towards the door.

"You have to leave?" Blaine asked disappointed.

Kurt paused, "I suppose Rachel could just leave and you could drive me home in a little bit..."

"Yeah," Blaine smiled and then in order to not be rude added, "Rachel doesn't have to leave; if she wants she can-"

"No. Rachel's leaving," he pushed her towards the door, "Bye, Rachel. I'll see you when I get home."

"If you get home," she teased, "Bye, Blaine, this has been lovely!"

"Have a good night, Rachel."

As soon as the door closed Kurt was there in front of Blaine, lacing his hands around his waist and pulling Blaine towards him.

"Is it crazy that I missed you today?" Blaine whispered into the small distance between them.

"If it is then I'm crazy too." Kurt leaned his forehead against Blaine's and closed his eyes.

"This feels so perfect."

"What do you mean?" Kurt pulled away to look into Blaine's topaz eyes.

"Perfect. Like, I met you three days ago, Kurt, but I feel like I've known you my entire life. I'm already more comfortable around you than I am with some of my friends that I've known for years. You've already seen me with my hair curly. You've already seen me mostly naked, and I didn't even care. Usually I'm a little more self-conscious... but not with you. I don't know why, but with you I'm comfortable. It feels right. It feels perfect."

Before he even knew what was happening Kurt's lips were crashing into his own, pushing him away and pulling him closer all at once. And then he was backing Blaine down the hallway, and then into his room and pushing him down onto the bed.

Blaine pulled away, "Whoa, Kurt. What are you-"

"Relax, B, I just wanna make out." Kurt rolled his eyes and then pressed their lips together again, but this time pushing his tongue into Blaine's mouth as well.

Blaine groaned at the familiar, but still brand new taste of Kurt. He was so sweet, and so soft, and he... he had just called him 'B'...

Blaine pulled back for a second, "Wait, you- you called me 'B'..."

"I did?" Kurt thought, "Oh, I did... I guess it was just faster than saying 'Blaine' and I wasn't sure how you'd react to being called 'Baby' so early on in the relationship."

"Being called what?!" Blaine asked surprised.

"Exactly, that's why I di-"

"No, being called what?" Blaine felt butterflies awakening in his belly.

"Baby."

That's all it took for Blaine to slam his mouth back into Kurt's and continue where they'd left off.

"Goodnight." Blaine smiled lazily across the car in front of Kurt's apartment.

"Night, B," Kurt leaned in and kissed him gently, "See you soon."

"When?"

"I'm busy all day tomorrow... maybe Friday?" Kurt smiled.

"Friday." Blaine agreed.