"We should go out."

"But Kurt, we go out every day. What if I want to be a couch potato or something? Maybe I just want to sit on my butt forever and never step outside ever again," Blaine teased. It had been approximately a week and a half since he had met Rachel. She went out for coffee with them one other time, but she mostly just let the two of them have the alone time together that they so obviously wanted to have.

"That's not what I meant and you know it," Kurt huffed on the other end of the phone.

Blaine gasped dramatically, loud enough that Kurt would be able to hear it, placing his hand on his chest before remembering that Kurt couldn't see him, "Are you asking me out on a...a...a date?"

"You know, I waaaaas, but I might have to take it back because you are too lazy to go outside anymore..."

"You're more than welcome to join me here for a movie marathon if you want," Blaine offered genuinely.

He heard Kurt pause on his side of the line, "...really?"

"Of course silly, I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it," Blaine laughed at his boyfriend's endearing surprise.

"So you'd really want to just sit around and do that all day?" he asked again, sounding a little disbelieving.

"Why not?" Blaine offered up, "If you would be fine with that," he was quick to say, not wanting to make Kurt do something that he didn't want to do.

"No, I'd-I'd love to!" Kurt said immediately, "I need a nice, lazy day, you know?" Blaine chuckled again into the phone, "When you have to deal with Rachel and all of her tourist-y mannerisms for three weeks straight, a person needs a break," he laughed to himself this time.

"Then it sounds like you, my darling, could use a relaxing, do-nothing day."

"My goodness, I think it does!" Kurt giggled.

"And you could spend it with yours truly, you know, if that would suit your fancy," Blaine said in a nonchalant voice.

"If I have to," Blaine could hear the eye roll in Kurt's voice before the seriousness faded away and he just started giggling uncontrollably, "But in all honesty, that sounds like a wonderful idea. When would you want to have this amazing-sounding, lazy day?"

Blaine paused for a moment, "Would saying ‘tomorrow' make me sound overwhelmingly eager?"

"Absolutely not, because if you didn't say it, I would have."

"So then, lemme try again. Does tomorrow work for you?"

"I dunno, you'll have to let me check my schedule," Kurt said casually.

"You cute jerk," Blaine mumbled. He laid himself down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, smiling despite himself.

"Blaaaaaaaaaine, you know I'm just kidding!"

"It's nearly impossible to say something serious when you go all ‘cutie-pie' on me."

"Oh, so you think I'm cute, do you?" he could hear the smirk that he was certain Kurt was wearing.

"Have I not made that clear enough?"

"No, no, no, you have," Kurt said, "I just like hearing you say it," his voice getting noticeably softer.

"Oh, well in that case, it is getting quite late cutie," he played.

He guessed Kurt took a look at the clock, which almost read midnight, by the way he took a few seconds before he answered, "It is," Kurt sighed, "What time should I come over tomorrow?"

"Eleven?" Blaine threw out onto the table because that was their normal coffee time anyway.

"Works for me!" Kurt said happily, "See you then?"

"You know it," Blaine replied, "Hey Kurt?"

"Yeah?"

"I like you an awful lot," he said sweetly because he knew that it would make Kurt happy.

"I like you an awful lot, too," Blaine wished that he could see the blush staining Kurt's cheeks and the shy smile that was most likely hanging on his lips, "Goodnight Blaine."

"Night Kurt," he whispered, only hitting the ‘End Call' button when he heard Kurt hand up on the other end. He let out a long sigh as he put his phone down on his chest and laced his fingers together behind his head.

He and Kurt had been on the phone for a long time, no a long time wasn't even enough to cover it. It was five minutes to midnight when they finally hung up and Kurt had called him at eight o'clock-ish, give or take ten to fifteen minutes. He thought about this constantly, how talking to Kurt was so effortlessly easy. It wasn't something that they had to work at, it just...happened every time they spoke to each other. And the scary part, was how brutally honest they were with each other. He didn't have to have a filter around Kurt, he didn't have to watch his every word or always be on his toes waiting for insults to be slung his way or afraid of what others would say to him. In fact, he loved hearing what Kurt had to say, how Kurt trusted him enough to even tell him half of the things that he had already told him.

They were always one hundred percent honest with each other. They said what they wanted to say when they wanted to say it, no reservations, no discomfort, only ease and acceptance. It scared Blaine, how he wanted to tell Kurt everything, how his day was, how he was feeling, about his family, about his past, all of the things he never talked about to anyone. He wasn't one to open up, ever, and it took him a while to tell someone almost all of the things that he had already told Kurt. Sure, he hadn't told him about some things, but for only knowing each other for about two weeks, this was huge for Blaine. He was going to tell Kurt everything eventually, that wasn't even an option or something he had to worry about. It would all come out at some point and he knew that it wouldn't be easy when that day came, but it would be Kurt that he would talk to about all of the hard stuff. Kurt would hold him and hold his hand and get him through it, listening all the while.

He smiled to himself. He thought of the way Kurt's fingers felt perfect when they were intertwined with his own. He thought of how special and content he felt when Kurt was in his arms. He thought of how safe and secure he felt when Kurt's strong arms were wrapped around him. He thought of how warm and smooth Kurt's skin felt beneath his lips when he would press a kiss to his temple or to his forehead. He thought of how soft and gentle Kurt's lips felt when they were moving against his own. Kissing Kurt never failed to take his breath away, the way he would wrap his arms around Blaine's neck or cup Blaine's cheek with his delicate hand, just thinking about it was giving Blaine goose bumps.

Kurt was always on his mind, even at the most random of moments, which amused him sometimes. Like how something as simple as a rose brought his thoughts to Kurt, because Kurt always seemed to smell like roses, and something sweet that Blaine couldn't exactly put a concrete name to.

Finding Kurt had been one of the single greatest moments of Blaine's life. Because not only did he get someone that he could hold or kiss just because he felt like it, he found someone who finally made him feel like he was worth something, like he was good enough. Kurt made it all worth it, all of the hard stuff, all of the difficult times when giving up seemed like the easiest option, all of it. Kurt with his beautiful smiled and his eyes that someone could drown in because they were so amazingly blue. Kurt with his adorable blush and his dimples that only came out when he was smiling really wide. Kurt was everything that Blaine could hope to find in a person. He was kind, caring, and an amazing listener, while being able to remain strong, independent, and unique all at the same time. Kurt was so unlike anyone Blaine had ever met before, it was nice to meet someone besides Wes and David that was always being himself, despite the opinions of others.

You could say that Blaine hadn't had the fortune of being given a good support system. He often thought about how maybe that's why he spent time with his two best friends. They always encouraged Blaine to be himself and were always there for him as a listening ear or, even on some occasions, a shoulder to cry on. If ever Blaine didn't even want to be in his own house, he knew that he would be welcome to stay at Wes or David's for as long as he needed to. He would always be grateful for the fact that he had the two of them to lean on.

But right now, his thoughts were focused on how Kurt was coming over tomorrow, he felt a smile creeping onto his lips again. With all of the clothes laying all over the floor and the dishes that were almost overflowing in the sink, his room wasn't exactly ready for company, it was barely able to sustain human life at all. But that's what you get when you give an eighteen year old boy a room all to himself for an entire summer. He would have to do that all eventually, but being tired and too eager for the morning to come, he would do it all when he woke up in the morning so that he couldn't just dirty it all up again. Tomorrow would be the first time Kurt was over and he wanted to make a good impression. He couldn't have Kurt come over to a pig-sty of a room; that would be absolutely disastrous.

So he got up and set an alarm for nine; that had to be early enough for him to be able to pick everything up. He changed out of his day clothes and into his pajamas, which were just an old pair of gray Dalton sweatpants. He jumped into bed and pulled the covers up to his neck, the feel of the cool air from the air-conditioner on his warm, tanned skin chilling him. He snuggled into a pillow, wishing it was Kurt instead of a lifeless object, and breathed in deeply, disappointed when he wasn't met with the smell of roses to fill his senses. But he would have all of that soon enough. He fell asleep to those thoughts and dreamt of the boy who was beginning to claim his heart.