"Well shucks," Blaine was smiling so wide that his eyes were crinkled at the corners, "You make me happy, you know that?"

"Uh huh," Kurt nodded, "You make me happy, too."

"I'm glad," he returned. Blaine spoke again after a few thoughtful seconds, "I must be ridiculously fluffy if you consider me ‘the fluffy one' and you say all of those things to me."

"Oh without a doubt," Kurt said without hesitation, "I haven't told you about all of my dentist appointments since I've gotten here because of all of the cavities your sweetness has given me? No? Oops."

"Ha ha ha, you are hysterical," Blaine said sarcastically.

"I'm hilarious, I know, tell me about it," Kurt pushed on.

"Oh yeah," Kurt nodded, grinning like the Cheshire cat, "Well, I bet you're not half as funny as this..."

Blaine flipped them so that Kurt was lying flat on his back, Blaine straddling his hips, and his fingers digging into Kurt's sides.

"Blaine!" Kurt shrieked, he was roaring with laughter as he tried to get Blaine off, "Get! Off! Of! Me! You! Turd!"

"Never!" Blaine yelled. He stopped after a good minute, their laughs were echoing throughout the room and they were slightly out of breath, still smiling at each other. Blaine had Kurt's arms pinned above his head, "I hate to tell you this, Darling Boy, but I think I won."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Whatever," he tried to sound annoyed, but his smile gave him away. His chest was still heaving and it would rub against Blaine's every few seconds, that basically sky-rocketed both of their heart rates through the roof.

Their eyes locked and they looked at each other intensely as they realized the position they were in. Blaine was leaning down slowly to find Kurt's lips until an obnoxious pounding started on his door just as soon as their lips touched.

"BLAINE!"

"BLAINERS!"

"Oh fuck," Blaine swore under his breath.

"What?" Kurt asked, both of their eyes shot to the door.

"IS THAT KURT?"

"WE KNOW HE'S IN THERE!"

"Wes and David," he said simply. He caught Kurt's eyes again, "I can just tell them to go away."

"No, I really want to meet them, I do. They just seem a little-"

"C'MON ASSHOLE!"

"OPEN THIS DOOR, YOU GREAT BIG BAG OF DICKS!"

"...energetic," Kurt finished.

Blaine slid his fingertips down Kurt's still raised, sweatshirt clad arms and rested his hands on either side of his head on the couch, "You're absolutely sure about this?"

"I'm positive."

"WE'RE GONNA BARGE IN!"

"ON THE COUNT OF THREE," Blaine got off of him and walked towards the door. Kurt stood and tried to straighten out his clothes, still Blaine's sweats, not his ideal ‘meeting people' clothes, and attempted to fix his hair, "ONE...TWO...THR-Oh, hello there, B," Wes said and the two of them strolled past Blaine into the room.

"How's it goin' Blainers?" David asked in an attempt to sound casual.

"Well, I was a whole lot better before you two showed up and interrupted us," Blaine looked annoyed, to say the very least.

"Oh you don't mean that," David responded first, "We just want to meet him!"

"And you must be Kurt," Wes walked over to him to shake his hand, he had a welcoming smile on his face, "I'm Wes."

David followed him and took his hand after, "And I'm David."

Kurt looked really shy, or so Blaine thought, compared to how he had been before, "It's nice to meet you guys," he said.

"Same to you," Wes answered, "Blainey's told us a lot about you."

Kurt eyed Blaine, "Oh has he?"

"All good of course," Blaine spoke before they could. He walked over to stand next to Kurt again.

"Obviously all good," Wes said, "He never shuts up about you."

"He's always all, ‘Guys, Kurt's eyes are soooo blue. They're like a vast ocean of-"

"Oh-kay," Blaine cut him off, blushing furiously, "I think that's enough of that."

"The moral of the story is that we had to meet you," David said, this comment less detailed then his one a few seconds ago.

"We figured you have to be special to take up all of Blaine's talk-time because he talks...a lot," Wes finished David's statement. Blaine laughed nervously.

"Well, thank you," Kurt said softly, "He talks about you guys, too."

"He is standing right here," Blaine muttered, staring at the ground.

Kurt pecked his cheek and intertwined their fingers, "Oh c'mon, Blaine. We're just kidding."

The other two were slapping each other repeatedly, which soon turned into flailing, "DID YOU SEE THAT, WES?"

"OH GOD, I DID. HE KISSED HIM ON THE CHEEK. MY ADORABLE METER IS OFF THE CHARTS."

"THEY'RE SO FLUFFY I'M GONNA DIE."

"CHECK MY TOOTH. DO YOU THINK I HAVE A CAVITY?"

"HOW WOULD I KNOW? I'M NOT A DENTIST, YOU IDIOT?"

"NO SHIT, SHERLOCK."

Kurt watched and laughed silently from the side as they kept going on. He leaned in close to whisper into Blaine's ear, "Are they usually like this?"

Blaine scrunched up his nose and nodded, "I'm afraid so."

Kurt smiled to him, "They're fine."

"You're morally obligated to say that because you're my boyfriend and they're my best friends," Blaine deadpanned.

Kurt turned to face him completely, "Stop worrying," he squeezed Blaine's hand and kissed his lips quickly, it succeeded in making Blaine smile come back.

"DAVID, THEY DID IT AGAIN."

"HOLY SHIT, I THINK MY HEART JUST STOPPED," they walked over and collapsed on the couch.

"You two need to stop before we die," Wes said seriously.

"No can do," Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist.

"Nope," Kurt agreed and his arm went to Blaine's shoulders.

The other two smiled fondly at them, "You two are nauseatingly sweet," Wes said.

"We've been told," they said at the same time, they looked at each other and started laughing.

"Wait," the two on the couch looked taken aback, "By who?" David asked.

"Um, Kurt's friend, Rachel," Blaine said cautiously, he kind of knew that they would hate him for it.

David's jaw dropped and Wes gasped, "Well I am quite offended that you met her before we met Kurt," Wes pouted.

"I second that," David added.

"Oh deal with it," Blaine rolled his eyes, Kurt squeezed his shoulder.

"So on account that we have to go mend our broken egos and that we have a ton of shit to do," they pushed themselves off the couch, "We'll have to be bidding you both farewell."

"It was awesome meeting you, Kurt," David said politely.

Kurt blushed, "Same to you guys."

"Bye guys," Blaine honestly just wanted them to get out, which almost worked, too, until they stopped in the middle of the doorway. They turned with menacing smiles on their faces.

"Have fun, you two," Wes said suggestively.

"Oh no," Blaine whispered and bolted to the door.

"Use protection!" SLAM.

Blaine turned back to him, his face a deep shade of red, "I am so sorry about them," he was embarrassed, like really embarrassed.

"No worries," Kurt waved him off, Blaine still looked skeptical, though. He walked over to Blaine and put both of his hands on Blaine's shoulders, "Don't even worry about them a little."

"It's kind of hard not to worry when my best friends are infants," Blaine mumbled.

"They're really funny actually," Kurt said.

Blaine's lips turned up into a smile, "Yeah, funny-looking," he teased.

Kurt laughed, "How did I know you were going to make that joke?"

"Telepathy?" he shrugged.

"Oh yes, yes, definitely telepathy," Kurt agreed.

Blaine laughed and caught his lips in a sweet kiss, "You know, I noticed something," he said when they walked back over to the couch. They sat again with Kurt's legs over his lap because they were both comfortable that way.

"And what might that be?"

Blaine looked like he was searching for the right words to use, "You can get really shy around people sometimes."

Kurt nodded subtly, "I can, yeah."

"But never around me, even when we had first met."

Kurt furrowed his brow, "That's because I am ridiculously comfortable around you. You make me feel like I don't have to hold back and that I can say what's on my mind all the time."

"And you don't feel that way around other people?" Blaine wondered.

Kurt shook his head slowly, "Not always. I told you more about me the day we met than some people that I've known forever know."

"I'm sorry," Blaine whispered, he started running his fingers through Kurt's soft hair.

"About what?"

"That you can't be like that with everyone."

"Oh Blaine," he grabbed his free hand, "It's not your fault. I'm just a little guarded around most people."

"But not with me?"

Kurt gave him a soft smile, "You're not most people."

"Thanks," Blaine cracked a smile.

"Anytime," he kissed Blaine's palm.

"Can I ask one more question?" Blaine said after a couple seconds.

"Of course."

"Is there a reason you're so guarded with other people," his golden eyes were full of worry.

Kurt let out a deep breath, "Um, I guess it's because I didn't have the easiest time in high school," he started, Blaine was listening intently for him if he wanted to go on, rubbing his thumb over Kurt's knuckles in a way that he knew would soothe him, "The jocks in my school decided that it was their job to make my live a living hell because they thought I was an easy target, or something like that. But they would play jokes on me, they would get people to pretend to be my friends and then have them just drop me like I was nothing if I ever got close to them. That ended up happening with someone that I considered one of my best friends at them time. Another one of my best friends just stopped talking to me completely because she was afraid that they would come after her next if she associated herself with me. Rachel was one of the only ones that was ever really there for me," he closed his eyes for a second to keep from crying, "So whenever I meet new people I'm scared that they're just pretending to like me or that none of it is real."

"That's so awful," Blaine whispered, "You know I'm never going to do that to you, right?"

"I know," Kurt reassured him, "It's just-that's why I'm so shy around people I don't know," Blaine cupped his cheek and ran his thumb across his perfect skin, Kurt instantly moved into his touch, "But when I met you, all of that faded away," Blaine let out a half smile that didn't completely reach his eyes.

"I'm really glad you felt that way with me," he said honestly.

"So am I," Kurt said, "It's also why I'm going to New York for college and why I've always been so eager to graduate. I want to get as far away from all the people I went to high school with as I possibly can."

"As you should," Blaine added, "You're, gosh, you're so much better than all of them, Kurt."

Kurt shook his head a little up and down, "I like to think so."

"I know so," Blaine said surely, "You're a better person than any of them could dream of being. It takes a lot of courage to deal with all of that."

"I know," he said again, "I wasn't going to let them beat me. No matter how hard it got, I just thought of that, that I couldn't let them win," Kurt noticed an unrecognizable look flash through Blaine's eyes at those words.

"I tell you that you're the most amazing person I know, right?" Blaine said breathlessly while giving Kurt his ‘only for you' look.

Kurt smiled, "You do."

"Good, because I would be crazy if I didn't," Blaine smiled, too.

"This is why I think you're ‘the fluffy one'," Kurt joked and Blaine fake pouted, "I also think that you are ridiculously sweet."

"I only speak the truth, my darling," Blaine said. They both felt the mood lightening back up.

"Thank you, my dear," Kurt played along. He was really shocked as well as loving how easy it was to tell Blaine all of that, because he hadn't been able to talk to it to anyone else besides his dad. But Blaine's soft eyes and soothing touch just made him so easy to talk to, and Kurt loved him for it.

"Always," Blaine whispered. They smiled at each other for a few seconds, taking in all of the new things that had just been said, "Is that why you and Rachel are so close?" he assumed.

"Absolutely, she's crazy and annoying sometimes, but I love her to death. She's always been there for me, and now," he kissed Blaine's cheek, "you are, too."

"And don't you forget it," Blaine said with a light flush crawling up his neck.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Kurt assured him.

"Phew, good, because I was afraid that I would have to take drastic measures to get you to believe me."

"Drastic measures? What could you possibly have done?" Kurt snorted.

"I definitely would have started tickling you again," Blaine retorted seriously.

Kurt's eyes widened, "Don't you dare."

"Well duh, I can't do it now because that would ruin the whole shock factor of it," Blaine explained, "I'm only going to use it as a sneak attack for serious matters?"

"You're going to tickle me over serious matters?"

"Mhm."

"You have the antics of a five year old," Kurt giggled.

"You just met the two people I spend a majority of my time with. One needs to have a childish mindset to know how to deal with children themselves," Blaine said like he was actually a child psychiatrist, when he was really talking about two eighteen year olds.

"I'm going to have to test that theory out on Finn," Kurt said, because it wasn't really that bad of an idea, it could work.

"Do it," Blaine encouraged, "Do it and then report back to me with your results as soon as possible."

"Sounds like a plan," Kurt shook his hand playfully as if they were making a deal with one another."

"Operation: ‘Prove That Blaine Is a Genius' is officially under way," Blaine said like a secret agent.

Kurt snorted, "We are not calling it that."

"Why not?" Blaine pouted.

"Because we aren't."

"Good reason," Blaine said sarcastically.

"Be jealous of my brilliance," Kurt commanded and rolled his eyes, Blaine laughed, "We're going to call it...Operation....hmm."

"Not as easy as it seems, huh?" Blaine stuck his tongue out at him.

"Shut up," Kurt huffed, "I'm going to come up with an amazing one, just you wait."

"Keep telling yourself that, darling," Blaine said, "Don't be too disappointed when you don't beat mine."

"This sounds an awful lot like a challenge," Kurt pointed out.

"Does it? I hadn't noticed."

"It certainly does. Blaine honey, prepare yourself because I don't want you moping when I kick your ass," he joked.

"You can try," Blaine winked.

"Oh, right, that might be a little hard for me to do, shorty," he teased.

"Holy-low blow-batman," Blaine mumbled, but they both knew it was all light-hearted.

"Oh Blainey, you know I'm just joking!"

 "Uh huh, suuuuuure you are."

"I promise I am. I like it that you're shorter than me," he said honestly.

"Prove it," Blaine challenged, he seemed disbelieving, but after Kurt captured his lips in a searing kiss, he had no other choice than to believe him, "Whoa," he barely got out.

"Still think I'm lying?" Kurt asked.

Blaine shook his head back and forth, "Not at all, definitely not after that."

"Good," Kurt pecked him on the lips once more and shot up to walk over to the kitchen area. Blaine's room was much more of an apartment than an actual hotel room because it had multiple rooms within it. There was a living room kind of area attached to a little kitchen that had a table to eat at in it, a bathroom, and a bedroom, "Are you hungry?" Kurt called to Blaine, who was making his way behind him. The clock in the ‘kitchen' was telling him that it was around eight o'clock, which made sense considering that they watched two movies, fell asleep during one of them, and talked a lot in between them.

"Yeah, and I'm guessing you are?" Blaine laughed.

Kurt hummed in agreement and he looked in the fridge, which was surprisingly close to empty, "Do you have anything to make?"

Blaine made a face, "Uhhhh...I think there might be pasta in the cabinet."

"I can make that work," Kurt grabbed the box and set it on the counter.

Blaine walked next to him and put his hand on top of his to stop him, "Kurt, you don't have to do this."

"I want to, Blaine, honest," he said back.

Blaine removed his hand, "Okay, okay, if you insist," he bumped Kurt on the hip, "Want any help?"

"Absolutely."

So that's what they did, they made dinner together. Well, Kurt gave Blaine all of his instructions on what to do. But Blaine actually loved this, the domesticity of it, cooking together. It gave him a little glimpse of what everyday life could be like with Kurt if they moved in together at some point. Blaine wanted that to happen more than he would say out loud and after this, the whole idea of it became so much more realistic than it had been when he had first thought of it.

They ate at the little table in the kitchen, chatting happily, letting the time fly right by them. The next time either of them looked at a clock, it was close to 10:30. Once they were done, they cleaned up and put all of their dishes in the sink, far too lazy to actually wash them yet.

"I don't want to go," Kurt said quietly. He was standing in front of Blaine, hands on Blaine's shoulders.

Blaine worried his bottom lip between his teeth and put his hand on Kurt's hips, "M-maybe you don't have to."

"What do you mean?" he thought he knew what Blaine was asking, he just had to make sure or else that would make things disgustingly awkward.

Blaine breathed slowly, "Well, you could stay here, b-but only if you really wanted to," he added quickly, "Because I would totally understand if you didn't want to," he was so considerate and sincere that Kurt didn't even know how he was real sometimes.

He took a few seconds to think this all through before nodding, "I want to," he said surely.

"Okay," Blaine smiled, "And it's not even like we have to do anything, you know that, right? We'll just sleep and then if you-"

"Blaine," Kurt laughed, cutting off another one of his adorable rants, "I know. No worries, okay?"

"Okay, okay, I am just making sure," Blaine said once more.

"I gotcha," Kurt pecked him on the lips, "You tired?"

"Extraordinarily. What about you?"

"I'll have to agree with you on this one," Kurt said.

"Do you want to go to sleep?" Blaine asked hesitantly, still not wanting to sound too pushy.

"Sure," Kurt nodded, "I'm just going to go to the bathroom real quick, kay?"

"Kay," Blaine kissed him on the cheek and Kurt slipped out of his arms and to the other room.

Blaine pulled his sweatshirt over his head and threw it over one of the kitchen chairs. A sudden realization hit him once he reached his bedroom: What if Kurt didn't want to share a bed with him? Because he would understand if he thought it was too soon for that, but how would he go about asking without sounding too much like an idiot? Kurt exited the bathroom, his sweatshirt off, too, now in his hands.

Blaine faced him, his cheeks a tint of pink, "Do you want to sleep in here? I could set you up on the couch if you're not comfortable with it."

"No, I'll-I'll sleep in here," he said, putting his, Blaine's, sweatshirt on top of his dresser.

They both walked over to the bed and looked at each other, "Um, which side do you sleep on?" Blaine offered first.

"The right," Kurt said quietly.

Blaine smiled at him, because he usually slept on the left, "Works for me," and they climbed under the covers together and laid side by side, shoulders touching. Blaine flicked off the lamp on his bedside table and turned his head to look at Kurt through the darkness to which his eyes were trying to adjust, "You can c'mere, if you want to," he whispered.

"Okay," Kurt whispered back. He rolled over cautiously and snuggled into the other boy, his head pillowed on Blaine's chest, his arm across Blaine's middle, and Blaine's strong arms wrapped around his slender frame, "Much better," Kurt closed his eyes. He felt Blaine's chest shake slightly with laughter, Blaine way of saying ‘I think so, too' without even saying anything at all. Kurt wanted to drink up this moment, laying here with Blaine, half-asleep, fitting together like they were made for this. His heart was fluttering.

Blaine kissed his forehead and easily tangled their legs together, "Goodnight Kurt," he felt Kurt's lips turn up into a smile on his chest through his thin t-shirt.

"Goodnight Blaine."