After unsuccessfully trying to sleep I finally got up and made myself some warm milk with a little cinnamon added to it, just like my mom used to make me when I was a kid. I had just about finished warming it up when I heard the door open.

"You wait up for me Sexy?"

"I couldn't sleep; it has nothing to do with you."

"What are you making?"

"Warm milk. Want some?"

"Sure."

I grabbed two mugs and filled them both. I almost dropped the mugs when I turned around and saw him undressing.

"What are you doing?"

"You are in you pyjamas so I figured I should be too." He hooked his thumbs under his boxers and raised one eyebrow at me questioningly.

"Don't you dare."

"But I usually sleep naked Sexy."

"I really don't care. Leave your boxers on."

"Did you want to be the one to take them off?"

"Definitely not."

"One of these days you are going to beg me to take my boxers off."

"No."

I put the mugs of warm milk on the table.

"So were you making this for me?" Blaine asked.

"No, I was making it for me but I'm used to making it for myself and my brother so I made too much." I told Blaine.

"I didn't know you have a brother."

"I'm surprised Rachel hasn't mentioned him to you, he's her ex."

"The prostitute?"

"No, the one that beat up the prostitute."

"Cool."

"She told you about that?"

"Yeah well she told you my band plays at the restaurant she works at right?"

I nodded.

"Well sometimes we talk between sets."

He gulped his warm milk.

"If you still can't sleep come into my room I can help you relax."

"I'm not going to have sex with you Blaine."

"I was thinking I could give you a massage but interesting where your mind went Sexy."

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Call me Sexy."

"Because every time I do you get a little blush right here." He said touching my cheek. "And it is seriously the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

Wait, so when he calls me sexy he actually means it?

"Good night Sexy." He whispered before kissing my cheek.

I tried to ignore the fact that a simple kiss on the cheek from Blaine stirred up more feelings in me than the most passionate kiss from Adam. Would it be weird if I did take him up on that offer of a massage? It would be right? Plus he's probably naked right now....yeah not going to go there.

I finished my warm milk and then went to my room. I tried every relaxation technique in the book and I still couldn't sleep.

I heard a light knock on my door and then saw it open.

"Are you still having trouble sleeping Sexy?"

"Yeah."

"And you're too proud to come ask me for that massage." He said walking over to my bed.

I froze.

"Don't worry Sexy I'm not going to try anything. I even put sweat pants on. Lay on your stomach for me."

I did as he asked and the next thing I knew I felt him straddling me.

"Hands stay above the equator." I told him.

"I already told you I'm not going to try anything."

I felt his hands reach underneath my pyjama shirt as he began to gently knead my muscles. He kept varying how much pressure he used and how much time he spent on one area or another. The longer he massaged me the more relaxed I became, I have to admit I didn't believe him when he said he would try anything so I spent the first few minutes on edge but after a while I forgot my worries and began to doze off.

"Good night Kurt." I heard him whispered before he climbed off of me.