Kurt and I awoke the next morning (in our PJ’s, since we had cleaned up after our rendezvous) to the sound of Charlotte banging on the door, desperately trying to jiggle the lock enough to get in.
“BLAAAAAAAAAINE! KUUUUUUUUUURRRRRT! GET UUUUUUUUUUUP! LET ME INNNNNNNNNNNN!” she yelled through the door, much to our dismay as we yawned and stretched our way out of bed. We walked slowly in a completely unbalance manner to the door, rubbing our eyes and trying to stop each other from realising how bad morning breath could actually be.
No sooner had I opened and unlocked the door had Charlotte bounced in and almost toppled us over.
“Good morning!” she said brightly.
“Good morning, honeybee,” I said, picking her up and giving her a hug.
“Why don’t you have shirts on?” she asked, confused.
“Because we’re boys. Boys don’t have to wear shirts to bed,” Kurt said quickly while I gave him a quick look of thanks.
“Makes sense,” she said, before I let her back down on the ground.
“Mom said breakfast will be ready soon, and that she wanted you two to be presentable.”
“Oh, did she?” I laughed.
“Yeah,” Charlotte said, deadpan serious. “And she put extra emphasis on the ‘presentable’ part.”
With that, Charlotte skipped out of the room, probably to try to steal a few pancakes before the rest of us sat down for breakfast.
“She’s got energy,” Kurt said, still rubbing his eyes in order to gain focus.
“That she does. I have no idea where she got that from, I’m exhausted.”
“Yeah, but you remember what we did last night, don’t you?”
I pretended to forget for a minute before responding. “OH! That! That’d explain why I woke up feeling satisfied, ecstatic and completely and utterly IN LOVE!” I said, pulling Kurt in as his arms wrapped around my neck.
“Possibly,” Kurt said with a cheeky grin. “Thank-you for last night, too. It meant a lot to me.”
“Did it?”
“Of course. It was a lot more than just feeling good, you know?”
“Yeah. I do.”
At that moment, Donovan walked past in his pyjamas, though he was wearing a varsity sweatshirt so his chest was covered. He took one look into the room and wolf-whistled before hurrying off, possibly in fear of retaliation.
“Looks like he’s gonna be a bit more fun to hang around now,” I noted, remembering the smirk on his face and the way he actually looked more at ease in just being himself.
“Not as much fun as you,” Kurt said, leaning forward so our foreheads were resting against one another’s.
“Or you.”
“Bitch please, I’m fabulous.”
Xxxxxxxx
Kurt and I found shirts and made our way to breakfast, where we encountered some snide remarks from Donovan regarding our shirtlessness, various inappropriate innuendos from Mom and several interrogations as to our plans for the day from Dad. We ate the beautifully fluffy pancakes (thank you, Mom) before going to have showers, organising our belongings and getting ready to go. I was to drop Kurt off at his house in Lima, where we were sure his dad would also partake in the ‘let’s embarrass our teenage son’ game.
We found ourselves in the driveway, with Charlotte, Donovan, Mom and Dad. We gave each person a hug and in Charlotte’s case, a tackle, before jumping in the car and waving them off. Mom yelled out the usual “drive safe!” as we reversed out of the driveway, and it wasn’t too long before we were on the open road on our way to Lima.
Kurt’s hand had found mine, and although it still made my heart skip a beat, it was no longer a surprise. It was something we did so often now. It was us.
We drove along in silence, but that was okay. We didn’t need to speak or say anything. We’d said so much already. The long drive didn’t seem to take as long as it should have been, but perhaps that was simply because I didn’t really want to drop Kurt off. I didn’t want to part with him. And it seemed ridiculous that at the age of seventeen, I could actually feel this way about someone. It felt as though we shouldn’t have had to part – we should have been able to go home together, spend the day together, do everything together and grow old together. I knew I was a hopeless romantic, but I didn’t realise just how hopeless I was.
I didn’t feel this way with Josh. At all. I didn’t feel this way about anybody at all prior to Kurt. I couldn’t have. Because Kurt was different. Kurt was unique. Kurt was the part of me I never knew I was missing. And as much as his never-ending facial routine annoyed me, and as much as his divalicious attitude confused me sometimes, he was it. And I knew it.
Xxxxx
Three days later
Waking up to KurtieBear CuddleTime reinforced that I was actually waking up in my dorm room and yes, Jeff was very much alive and well. Though I did feel guilty that I was spending more time with Kurt than Jeff, Nick and the other Warblers, every guilt-ridden thought was erased from my mind whenever I heard the opening chords to that ridiculous song.
“Shut it off, Jeff!” I said harshly, throwing my covers off, jumping out of bed and sauntering over to Jeff with a menacing glare.
“Oh come on, you should be thanking me!”
“Why?” I asked, confused.
“It’s six-thirty, and your own alarm didn’t go off. I just saved your ass with your boyfriend. Which means you owe me. Big time.”
“Yeah, actually, that was... yeah. Good timing. Thanks, man.”
“You’re welcome.... Blaineyboo.”
I decided to ignore Jeff’s attempt to annoy me in favour of preparing my fine, dapper self into a sexy boyfriend, a task that no longer took that much time since Kurt liked my wild curls untamed. It took around five minutes to have a quick shower and get changed, especially since preparing an outfit was easy with the Dalton uniform ready for wear. I’d made myself presentable before heading straight to the coffee shop to meet Kurt, knowing that I would be early and hoping to buy everything before Kurt could even try.
On my way, my phone started ringing with an unknown number. I didn’t usually answer unknown calls, but I was in a pretty good mood and answered it regardless.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Blaine? It’s Mercedes, from McKinley.”
Kurt talked about Mercedes a lot, as she was his best friend. I didn’t think anything of her calling me out of the blue.
“Oh hey. How’d you get my number?”
“Puckerman.”
“Ah,” I said. After hearing Kurt reminisce about McKinley, I knew all about the things New Directions kids got up to.
“I need to talk to you about Kurt’s birthday,” she said, with somewhat of a fierce tone about her. I didn’t know whether or not to be afraid, but given all the info I’d heard from Kurt, she was an even bigger diva than Kurt himself.
“Sure, go ahead.”
“Did you have any plans?”
I laughed, “Other than spoiling my boyfriend rotten and just being with him, no. I wasn’t sure if his family was gonna do something or not or if he wanted to catch up with you guys or something.”
“Okay, well we have this plan. We want you to bring him to McKinley, and we’re just gonna tell him that we’re meeting there before going to the movies for his birthday. Low-key, make it seem like it’s not a big deal.”
“And what would actually be happening?”
“Ahh, the good part! New Directions have been planning a surprise for him ever since he left. We miss him so much, like you have no idea. So we’re gonna put on a show for our favourite Gaga-maniac, and then all party hard at Rachel’s afterwards.”
“Sounds like fun. Is it weird that I don’t know any of you guys, though? Like... with me helping to organise and stuff? You’ve known him longer...”
“Don’t be silly, white boy, Kurt loves you, therefore we automatically love you. Unless you break our baby boy’s heart, in which case, we will cut you.”
I was slightly taken aback by how ghetto Mercedes sounded, all the while, sounding just as diva-like as she had before.
“Alright, sounds fair. I promise I wouldn’t ever hurt Kurt.”
“We figured. The way he talks about you... god. If you were straight, I’d be all over you.”
“Uhm... thanks?”
“Ahah, don’t worry your little head off. I’m gonna go now, it’s close to seven and you need to be on time for your date. But don’t tell Kurt a thing. I’ll call you again tomorrow with more details.”
“Okay, thanks Mercedes.”
“Anytime. Take care of my boy!”
“Will do.”
We hung up just as I reached the coffee shop and saw Kurt walking towards me from the opposite direction.
“Who was that?” he asked, noting the phone I was stowing away in the deep pocket of my Dalton-issued pants.
“Ah, just Katherine wanting an opinion on a baby name.”
“Just to defy Dylan?” Kurt guessed.
“Of course,” I replied, cringing internally about how I had to lie but knowing that it was all to make Kurt happy in the end.
I grabbed Kurt’s hand in mine and opened the door for him, gesturing for him to go inside ahead of me. He winked at me before running to the counter, reciting our usual order at a speed unknown to man and throwing his card at the poor woman working there.
I laughed at the Kurt’s adorable eagerness and his excited nature, before resigning to the fact that he had won that morning. I walked straight over to the cutlery bench, collecting spoons, knives for our bagels, sachets of sugar and sweetener for Kurt and lids for our coffees – so that we could wander around the school before heading off to class.
It didn’t take long for our order to be made, since they expected us every day they usually had some of it prepared the minute we walked in the door. I helped Kurt carry everything back to the table – our table – and sat down, smiling in that same childish way I did every single morning when we did the exact same thing.
“How are you?” Kurt asked, just like he did every morning.
“I’m spectacular,” I replied, just like I did every morning. “How are you?”
“I’m actually rather pissed off,” Kurt said, his voice shifting to a huffed, annoyed tone.
“Oh, why?”
Kurt sighed and crossed his arms. “My hair-straightener broke.”
If it was anyone else, I would have laughed, but I knew how important it was to Kurt. After all, he prided himself on his looks, and if his quaff wasn’t quaffed like it should be quaffed, then you could pretty much get quaffed.
“Aw, I’m sure Jeff will let you borrow his.”
Kurt stopped and looked confused for a moment. “Jeff has a hair-straightener?”
“Ha! Of course he does! How else would he complete his Bieber hairstyle?”
“Yeah, he needs a haircut.”
“Yes,” I laughed, “he does.”
“Okay. I might ask him. Thanks, baby.”
“No problem,” I said, before reaching for his coffee, adding the sweetener and stirring it for him before handing it over again.
“Ah! My hero!” Kurt said, mocking my love for Disney princesses and the damsel-in-distress genre.
“Hey!” I said, pretending to be hurt.
“You love it,” he said with a wink, forcing me to smile goofily all over again.
“I do...”
We sipped our coffees and ate our bagels until Kurt, out of the blue, decided to make it his mission to make me laugh.
“So... you had your third nipple removed?”
I spat out some of my coffee, narrowly avoiding Kurt’s scarf. I took my time mopping the mess up with the napkins before turning my attention to the evil boyfriend sitting across from me.
“No. I never had one.”
“But your Mom said-“
“No. I never had one.”
“-and then your Dad said-“
“No. I never had one.”
“Okay, chimpboy.”
“Hey! Low-blow!”
“You totally had a third nipple at some stage.”
“Did not.”
“What was it, then?”
“...Mom called it a nubbin.”
Kurt laughed, rocking back on his chair.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s nubbin- NOTHING! I mean, it’s nothing!”
“Oh, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, you’re in trouble now!”
Kurt looked legitimately worried as he jumped up, slung his bookbag strap over his shoulder, grabbed his coffee and made a beeline. He ran outside, with me trailing behind after doing the same bookbag/coffee dance. We were both running at full speed out the coffee shop, stopping abruptly just outside the door as we heard what was playing over the PA system:
“IT’S KURTIEBEAR CUDDLE TIME
BECAUSE THAT BOY IS MIGHTY FINE
ALL BLAINE CAN THINK IS “HE’S ALL MINE”
IT’S KURTIEBEAR CUDDLE TIME!
PORCELAIN SKIN AND EYES SO BLUE
HE’S GOT A PRETTY RAD WARDROBE TOO
BLAINE THINKS HE’S SO BEAUTIFUL
WITH PORCELAIN SKIN AND EYES SO BLUE

IT’S KURTIEBEAR CUDDLE TIME
BECAUSE THAT BOY IS MIGHTY FINE
ALL BLAINE CAN THINK IS “HE’S ALL MINE”
IT’S KURTIEBEAR CUDDLE TIME!

BLAINE’S IN LOVE, HE’LL SERENADE
HIS LOVE, KURT, EVERYDAY
WARBLER HISTORY WILL BE MADE
WITH THE BLAINE & KURT LOVE PARADE!”
“Oh my GOD,” Kurt looked shocked, rooted to the spot he was standing.
“I’m going to kill him. Literally kill him.”
Passersby saw us, clearly amused with the song blasting through the speakers on campus, and gave us nods or waves of encouragement and occasionally, high-fives and a “DUDE! THAT’S HILARIOUS!”
Kurt and I stood there, unsure of how to think, speak or proceed. The song stopped abruptly, before Jeff’s voiced echoed out through campus, “Have fun today, Blaineyboy!”
“What should we do? It was funny, but god. That could have gone horribly wrong,” Kurt said, taking my hand and beginning to walk.
I pondered that thought for a moment, trying to keep my thoughts focused on Kurt’s question rather than letting them trail off into a Kurt’s hair/Kurt’s eyes/Kurt’s body/Kurt’s voice/chimpanzee daydream.
“Let’s not do anything,” I said. “I’m pretty sure he’s gonna get it from admin.” I remembered Jeff’s last PA prank – it left him with a detention with the science teacher with seriously bad B.O.
“Of course. Professor Martin. Here’s hoping Jeff does get in trouble for that one.”
Kurt and I continued walking to our homeroom classes, drinking the last of our coffees and disposing of our empty cups along the way. Just walking with Kurt made me so happy, like it always did. I felt like I was flying. I felt all bubbly and light and fluttery. I’d just gaze into Kurt’s eyes, forgetting that the rest of the world even existed. I lost myself in his eyes, concentrating on his breathing and the way mine just seemed to be in sync.
My phone started vibrating and going off in my pocket. I hesitated for a moment before reluctantly withdrawing myself from Kurt to look at it. Seeing that it was Donovan calling, I answered it.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Blaine?” Donovan’s voice was all choked up and much deeper than I’d ever heard it. It was throaty, and it sounded like he’d been crying. Immediately, I seized up.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, panicked, with Kurt looking at me in concern.
“It’s Charlotte.”