Just a quick note: I wrote Finn like this because of the way he reacted when Blaine first joined New Directions and I believe that he would be over protective of Kurt. He changes his mind about Blaine later on.

Their dining room wasn't really a dining room at all. It was a space at the back of the kitchen where they had managed to wedge a small square table and four non-matching chairs. They all sat squashed in with their cutlery overlapping and their glasses of water and soda touching. This was one of Kurt's favorite rooms in the house. Many wonderful conversations and hilarious stories had been told at this table and it was usually Saturday night when it all took place. It was the one day in their busy schedules where they would all get together, discuss their week, eat and drink, and sometimes play cards or board games before they headed out to a club or a bar. But due to Mercedes' meddling, this Friday night she had managed to get both Kurt and herself out of work to ensure that operation Blaine Anderson happened. It had also been by fluke that Finn was free and was there to join them as well.

"So Blaine," Mercedes started shyly, "where did you get the inspiration for your song Trademark?"

It appeared everyone in the room was relieved that she had finally broken the silence. The usual light and enjoyable ambience they were used to had been missing as no one was quite sure what to say now that they had Blaine Anderson sitting at their table.

Blaine quickly tried to chew the large mouthful of food in his mouth so he could answer her question.

"I didn't. It was written by someone else."

"Oh, well it's still a good song." Blaine flashed her a large smile and Mercedes looked away, her eyes sparkling with just having that one short exchange with her idol.

"So Blaine," Finn began placing his elbows on the table and leaning forward assertively. "Just how many times have you been arrested in the past five months?"

"Finn!" Kurt quipped and he quickly looked at Blaine. "I'm so sorry! You don't have to answer that."

Finn and Blaine fiercely locked gazes, but Blaine shook his head refusing to take the bait and swallowed down another mouthful of food. "It's alright," he told Kurt with a smile. Blaine tilted his head to the side while he thought, "Five times, no six if you include the one in Seattle."

The all looked up in surprise. "You were in Seattle?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, shh! The paps don't know about it," Blaine said with a wink. "Hunter got arrested for punching a barman and the cops dragged me along too, even though I hadn't done a thing."

"Just a normal Saturday night from the sounds of things then," Finn dropped.

Mercedes and Kurt glared at Finn, and Kurt, his anger mounting, gave a distinct hard kick under the table in his direction.

Finn glared back defiantly, "Only saying what's true."

"I'm so sorry about Finn," Kurt stammered to Blaine, his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. "He's got this belief that he always has to act like my big brother who needs to protect me."

"There's nothing wrong with that," Blaine acknowledged softly, his eyes glowing warmly. He then turned his head and looked pointedly at Finn, "but I can see how it could get annoying."

Finn's eyes narrowed, "annoying but necessary if we consider the current company in the room."

Kurt quickly leaned forward in his chair and opened his mouth ready to give Finn a round of vicious insults but he stopped short at the feeling of soft fingers coming to rest on the top of his knee under the table. Blaine's hand settled and he gave Kurt's leg a gentle squeeze as he spoke, "Don't worry about it Kurt, I don't mind."

Kurt's face quickly turned to crimson. He didn't need a mirror for him to know, he could feel his cheeks burning. 'It's only a hand, Kurt!' But Blaine's fingers were electric and they were already starting to have a really awkward effect on him, so much so that Kurt was now distracted beyond words.

"Yes, my Saturday nights are pretty legendary," Blaine continued confidently not bothered in the slightest by Finn's tone and body language. "I like to have a good time, what can I say." He gave Kurt's knee another reassuring rub and squeeze.

Mercedes smiled supportively, Kurt swallowed anxiously and Finn only looked even more annoyed.

"So, acting like a spoilt child and getting into fights is your way of having a good time?" Finn took a quick sip of his drink and nodded, "Hmm, nice to know."

"Finnnnn," Kurt drawled in warning.

Blaine gave Kurt's leg another gentle rub, this time a little firmer and he edged his hand slightly higher, and out of the corner of his eye, Kurt saw Blaine shake his head. Kurt quickly reached for his glass of soda, as the blood in his body began to focus on an entirely different part of his body, a part of his body that was definitely south of the equator.

Mercedes was keen to change the conversation as well. The tension in the room was starting to get dangerous, "How long are you going to be back in LA for, Blaine?"

Blaine shrugged his shoulders and was unable to stop himself from giving Kurt a quick side glance. It wasn't missed by Finn and his elbows came to sit on top of the table again, his distaste for Blaine only becoming more and more evident.

"I don't know, just kind of taking it easy at the moment." Blaine gave them one of his bedazzling smiles.

"So, you mean you're just drifting around with no ambitions or goals in mind, no direction?" Finn gave Kurt a sharp look.

Kurt however, was quick to retaliate, "So just like you Finn after you left the Army and had no idea what you were going to do with your life."

Blaine tried to hide his smile at Kurt's quick remark and his hand only inched higher up Kurt's leg. He swiveled his fingers and he gently scratched the inside of his upper thigh in recognition to Kurt's support. Kurt coughed and leaned onto the table mirroring Finn pose but he wasn't doing it to be aggressive. His only intent was to hide his growing arousal.

"Would you like some more, Blaine?" Mercedes enquired spying his empty bowl.

Blaine quickly ignored their current conversation and his attention shifted to the large slow cooker on the counter that still held an ample amount of stew. He licked his lips hopefully, "Only if you don't mind."

Mercedes laughed gently, "Of course I don't."

She rose from the table and busied herself with topping his bowl while Finn glanced at his phone and answered a message. It was the perfect time to take advantage of the situation while Mercedes and Finn were preoccupied and Blaine couldn't resist but drag his hand further down the inside of Kurt's thigh, the back of his hand gently grazing over Kurt's hardening crotch.

That was it, it was too much! Kurt slammed his fingers down on the top of the table.

"Okay, I think that maybe I'll put the TV on, listen to some news?" He had to do something, anything to quell his growing urge to pull Blaine from his chair and drag him to his bedroom. Kurt quickly pushed Blaine's hand away and went to stand up, but Blaine stopped him, put his hand on Kurt's shoulder and pushed him back into his chair.

"I don't think that would be a wise idea," he told Kurt with a quick glance at his jeans. He gave Kurt a devilish grin but his hand slowly lowered to a more safe location on Kurt's leg.

"Well," Kurt began, "if we're going to keep this conversation going we should all try to behave ourselves and be polite."

Blaine removed his hand. "It's okay, I'm sure I can behave."

"Fine," Finn muttered and he put his phone down. He gave Blaine one last glare and continued with his meal probably more concerned now with getting his fair share of seconds than anything else.

A short time later and with much relief, they finished eating and Mercedes ushered them out of the apartment while she busied Finn with the washing up before he could even think of chaperoning them.

"The roof?" Blaine asked when the apartment door had been closed behind them.

"We made a roof garden with some of the other people who live in the building."

"Oh."

"Come on," Kurt smiled. "It's basic but pretty cool."

To put it bluntly, Kurt had gone a little overboard when he had initially set about designing the rooftop garden. He'd had so many spectacular designs inside his head but it had been limited by their dismal budget and unsuccessful journeys to secondhand furniture shops and garage sales. In the end however, Kurt had managed to create something that he was proud of. Several repainted deck chairs, a rock garden with potted plants, fairy lights and a diverse selection of artifacts.

All of his hard work and efforts had been for nothing however, because it had been only one week after he had finished that a huge storm had blown in and destroyed everything. The roof garden was now much simpler in design and more practical and hosted only several deck chairs that were easy to fold up and put away. He did keep some of the other items including several large pot plants that had managed to survive the storm.

The night was warm, the lights bright and dazzling, and the street below them quiet. They sat awkwardly now that they were alone on the cheap and old deck chairs, and for about a minute, they both pretended to examine the view. The silence dragged out and they each cast the other a wistful glance, wishing and hoping the other would look back and their eyes would meet. Unfortunately, they failed to do so until Kurt finally remembered the communal cool box that they kept stored up there.

He rose to his feet and wandered over to it to discover if there was anything worthwhile inside. Fortunately it seemed that one of their neighbors had recently stocked it up for inside were several cans of soda. Kurt retrieved two and passed one to Blaine.

Their eyes locked and Kurt's stomach twisted at the electricity that Blaine had just shot through him with that one look.

Fuck! Kurt thought as he sat back down on his chair. There was no doubt that the sexual tension and desire still existed between them and they both knew it. They shared a short delighted chuckle.

"I want to thank you for tonight," Blaine spoke breaking the silence. "Dinner was amazing."

"That's okay." Kurt smiled and he looked back out over the city.

"I know this whole evening has been really unexpected," Blaine continued, "but I was hoping that maybe we could, you know, maybe see each other now and then."

Kurt choked on the air entering his lungs at hearing Blaine's words. Had Blaine just said what he thought he had just said? Kurt had to tread carefully though because while he couldn't deny that he would not hesitate to rip Blaine's clothes off right then and there, Kurt had to be realistic. How long was Blaine really going to be around for, and more to the point, what did Blaine really want out of this? Kevin still held more promise right at this point because right now, Kevin represented stability and safety.

Kurt gazed at Blaine in the dark. Kevin however, did not make Kurt's insides burn with fire like Blaine did. 'Stability, stability, stability,' Kurt desperately tried to remind himself. What did he want most? Longevity or a one night fuck? Kurt tossed the question around in his head. It was a tough one to answer especially while he was looking at Blaine. He took a deep breath, 'You can do this.'

"Um, Blaine, it's obvious that we have amazing chemistry and with one look from your smoldering eyes..."

"Oooh, smoldering eyes? You sound like a romance novel."

"A romance novel?" Kurt asked quizzically.

Blaine ran an unpretentious hand through his hair. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with romance novels."

"Hmm, I would have pegged you as more of a smut boy, but anyway, going back to your smoldering eyes." Blaine wriggled his eyebrows playfully and stared at him with exaggerated lust. Kurt giggled but pressed on, "I won't deny that one look from your eyes is enough to turn me on."

"And from one touch of my hand apparently."

Kurt laughed, "Are you going to let me finish?"

"Why? Because I know you're trying to turn me down." Blaine leaned forward only inches from Kurt's face. "And I really don't want you to do that."

Don't look at the eyes! Don't look at the eyes! Just stay focused on what you were going to say. Kurt looked back out into the night.

"And as much as the two nights we spent together were amazing," Kurt breathed and he caught Blaine give several nods in agreement from the corner of his eye. "But I'm not really the kind of guy to be someone's port of call."

"Port of call?"

"Port of call, guy on the side, fuck buddy, booty call?" Kurt shrugged. "I don't know. Whatever you want to call it?"

"Fuck, I would be the luckiest guy in the world if you were my booty call whenever I was in LA."

Kurt's stomach flopped. All he could envisage was meeting Blaine at some secret rendezvous point and having the most amazing sex before leaving in the middle of the night and waiting for his next call. Why did he have to be so serious? Being Blaine's booty call would make Kurt's life far more exciting than his current mundane and monotonous one.

"I was actually hoping that I could take you out on a proper date," Blaine stated smoothly before Kurt could continue to push him away.

"A date?" Kurt asked in surprise. "Like a real date?"

"Yeah, one where I could wine and dine you, get to know you and then, you know, we could just see where it leads to from there." Blaine gave him a cheeky wink and Kurt had no doubt where Blaine wanted it to lead to.

"Of course I'd love to go on a date with you, Blaine, but, let's be serious," Kurt paused not wanting to offend him, "as much as being your booty call sounds incredible," Kurt stopped and their eyes met heatedly again. Fuck! Stay focused Kurt! "I want more than that. I want more than the booty call."

Kurt watched Blaine swallow hungrily, his thoughts clearly still on Kurt being his casual fuck on the side, his eyes racing over him as he imagined doing obscenely indecent things to Kurt. Kurt blushed at the serious amount of lust he saw there.

"Fuck, Blaine!" Kurt exclaimed. "Who's doing the eye fucking now?"

Blaine blinked and refocused his eyes, "Oh, sorry."

"Let's be honest, Blaine, from everything that's going on in your life right now; the extreme partying, the extreme behavior, the extreme interviews. I really don't think you want what I want. You don't seem like the kind of person who's looking for something serious."

Blaine frowned and when he responded his voice was flat. "You have no idea what I want." He stood up and walked away from Kurt to stand and look over the edge of the rooftop.

Kurt watched him carefully, surprised once again by the sudden shift in his mood. Just like several months ago, he had switched from happy to moody in an instant.

"That's right Blaine, I don't know what you want but I can guess." Kurt stood up too and walked towards him.

"Well, you guess wrong," Blaine whispered softly and Kurt was relieved to see that Blaine wasn't actually angry.

Blaine slumped over the waist high wall that looked out to the street below. He suddenly felt beaten, exhausted and sad again. He stifled back a yawn. His body had been alive with the buzz of seeing Kurt, but now, with a full meal in his belly, his body was reminding him that he had been pushing the limits for far too long.

"I didn't mean to offend you," Kurt said gently. He reached out carefully to touch Blaine's arm.

"Blaine."

"What?"

"I don't mean to sound rude, but since our conversation has headed in this direction, I really have to ask." Kurt paused wondering if he really was brave to keep questioning him. He had to though, he needed to know. "What are you doing? What do you want?"

"I was sitting here trying to pick up a hot sexy man who I fucked five months ago and for some reason I can't get out of my mind." Blaine gave him a quick glance and Kurt's face fell open in surprise. "And I'm failing miserably, I might add." Blaine turned so they could continue face to face, his eyes burning with passion, "I..."

"You can't get me out of your mind?" Kurt interrupted him, his voice shaking. Had he really just heard those words?

Blaine took a step forward unafraid of trying to get his intentions across to Kurt. His eyes were dark and intense. "I want more too Kurt. I want to take you on a date, drink wine, talk to you and get to know you. I'm so tired to of the meaningless hook ups. I want more."

Kurt was speechless trying to process what Blaine had just said to him. It was as if all his dreams had come true.

Blaine reached out and took Kurt's hand within his.

"You want to know what I really want?" he asked.

Kurt nodded still unable to speak.

"This morning I sat out on the balcony of my hotel in Las Vegas feeling the most lost I have ever felt in my entire life. I had just finished fucking two men in a threesome," Kurt's eyebrows rose in surprise and released his hand from Blaine's so he could wrap his arms defensively over his body. "I had partied for an entire day, I had drunk myself into oblivion and...." Blaine reached out for Kurt's hand to hold it gently within his again. "I really didn't know what I was going to do. I hated everything, and then, out of nowhere I have this gleam of hope that suddenly reappeared in my life." Blaine's eyes pierced his. "You've come back into my life, Kurt, and I don't want to mess this up."

"That's really flattering Blaine," Kurt began trying to stop his voice from shaking. "But I don't think it's healthy for you to pin everything on me."

Blaine shook his head, "Wise words, but no, it's not like that." He pulled Kurt closer. "You remind me of what I'm capable of and you remind me of what I really want. What my real dream is." He gazed at Kurt intently. "Do you want to know why I invited you back to the private get-together after the concert?"

Kurt shook his head surprised by the direction of the conversation.

"I mean, I thought you were hot and all, and of course I'd do anything to get into your pants," Blaine paused remembering the sight of Kurt in his outfit, and then he looked back at Kurt with more determination than Kurt had ever seen before, "but I saw the flier you were holding and I just knew I wanted to get to know you better."

"The flier?" Kurt frowned trying to remember and then it all came flooding back, that embarrassing advertisement that he had seen on the display board when he had been waiting outside of the VIP room. The very scrunched up piece of paper that he had then had the audacity to ask Blaine Anderson to sign.

Kurt tried to swallow down his discomfort, "The flier?"

Blaine saw his embarrassment and laughed, "Yeah, don't look so worried. It reminded me of my old days, when I was at Dalton and I thought we might have some things in common."

The flier, Kurt remembered, had been an advertisement calling for people interested in joining an all-male Acapella group in his neighborhood. He shook his head in disbelief. All of this had happened because of a flier? Kurt thought for a moment. Hang on...

"Dalton?" The name rang a bell but for the life of him Kurt couldn't place it.

"Yeah, don't tell anyone this 'cause it doesn't really bode well with my rock star image, but I was a Warbler." Blaine laughed to himself. "We thought we were rock stars at the time."

The name Warbler hit its mark and Kurt remembered the name in a flood of memories. "You were a Warbler?" he asked aghast. And before Blaine could answer, Kurt blurted out. "We went into competition against you once. We lost, but yeah, I remember Dalton, Dalton Academy." Kurt shook his head in disbelief. "I even went to Dalton! I was trying to find out more about the Warblers. I was just about to go down a stairway when a senior stopped me and asked me what I was doing. I flustered and messed up, worried that he would think I was spying so before I got anywhere, he sent me on my way and I left."

"Well, that's too bad," Blaine told him passionately, "because I know for sure if I ever met you on a stairway I would never have told you to leave." He brought Kurt's hand to rest on his chest. "I would have held onto you as long as I possibly could."

Kurt watched his hand get pulled in, and oh boy, did he wish it was his entire body instead.

"Which school did you go to?" Blaine asked.

"McKinley," Kurt answered his eyes still focused on Blaine's chest, shoulders and arms, all the things that he wanted wrapped around him right at that moment.

"Wait?" Blaine suddenly exclaimed. He pointed to the floor indicating Kurt's apartment several floors down. "Mercedes wasn't in your group was she?"

"Yes, she was."

"I don't believe it, I remember her." Blaine shook his head in amazement. "She has a killer voice!"

"Yeah, but it still wasn't enough to beat you guys." Kurt watched him, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm trying to remember you? From those days..."

Kurt shook his head, "I did some home schooling around that time for a little while. It was a bad time for me, the bullying." Kurt started to feel uncomfortable. He always did when he started to dig up old high school memories. He wanted to keep them hidden away where they belonged. "My parents actually offered for me to go to Dalton but I was happy to stay at home for a while."

"That's too bad. We could have become friends."

Their eyes met again, and Kurt caught his breath. This was unbelievable. Who would have thought that they had a past so connected but at the same time so distant. Somehow, even though they had been so near, Kurt had never met or seen Blaine. It was funny how fate could work sometimes.

Blaine gently massaged Kurt's hand and they held each other's gaze. Man, Blaine was just too cute for his own good, especially when that twinkle appeared in the corner of his eye which Kurt was quickly beginning to realize was Blaine's sign that he wanted to play. Blaine cocked his head to the side and Kurt knew that there was something sassy about to come his way. "You know, we could still go down to your bedroom and just do it."

A loud distinct laugh escaped Kurt's mouth.

"For old time's sake," Blaine continued.

Kurt squeezed Blaine's fingers that were now interlaced with his. "Don't tempt me Blaine." But then a frown fell on his face. "But come to think of it, with the way you look right now. I don't think you'll get very far."

Blaine laughed, delighted by Kurt's flirtations, "Aaah, I think I sense a challenge coming on."

Kurt chuckled and he leaned in closer, so close it was Blaine's turn to catch his breath. "Blaine," Kurt whispered wickedly. "You wouldn't be able to keep up."

Blaine's mouth dropped open but he was quick to regain his bearings, "Give me a good night's sleep and I just might have to prove you wrong." No one within ear shot would have been able to miss the seriousness in his voice. Blaine was no longer joking, he was deadly serious and Kurt knew it too.

"Hmm, maybe you'll just have to do that," Kurt teased.

Blaine tried to steady his racing pulse. They were so close, and now, more than ever, he felt that it was the right time for him to really make a move and sweep Kurt off his feet once and for all. If he kissed Kurt right then and there, it would seal it. Blaine would be able to see Kurt again because if they kissed the way they had when they had first ever had their lips against each other, Kurt would never be able to get away.

Blaine leaned in and Kurt's eyes focused on his lips. He edged closer, slowly, as if he was sweeping in on a wild animal that he was trying to catch and was afraid of scaring off. He came in closer and Blaine closed his eyes.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered when Blaine was only an inch from his face, "not tonight."

Blaine frowned, opened his eyes and wondered what could have possibly gone wrong.

"I think before you do anything with me, you need to have a shower." Kurt gave him a wry smile and Blaine pulled himself back and tried to straighten his clothes. "Didn't you just tell me that you had sex with two men and you last showered yesterday?"

"You remember everything, don't you!" Blaine said with a sheepish look. But Kurt had a point Blaine realized. He actually hadn't showered off the two men that he been with the night before. He tried not to shudder in disgust at his own actions.

"Probably a good thing too," Kurt replied wryly. He took a step away, his eyes sweeping over Blaine's body. But he didn't do it in disgust, he was actually jealous that two other men had had their hands all over him.

Blaine watched him worriedly, "I'm sorry. I can leave if you want me to."

"No, I don't think so." Kurt paused for a fraction, "Would you like another coffee?"

Blaine smiled endearingly. At least it appeared that he hadn't screwed things up completely, "Sure, I'd love a coffee."

Blaine waited in the lounge room again while Kurt busied himself with making their drinks. This time he shuffled over to the flat screen TV where above it was a shelf filled with Kurt's and Mercedes' memories. There was a single family shot that had to be of Kurt and his father, and another of Mercedes with her family. And there, right in the middle was a large photo filled with smiling young faces from inside what looked to be a choir room. Blaine's eyes ran over the photo, and surprisingly, several faces caught his eye in recognition. Kurt was right. Minkley's Glee club had gone head to head with the Warblers. Blaine's eyes shifted to the photo behind the school one and he knew it was definitely not less important due to the size and obviously expensive frame. All the same faces were gathered together again, but this time they were in a restaurant. In this photo however, they appeared to be somewhat older, wiser and certainly not so innocent.

Blaine suddenly felt jealous. There he was pretending to have it all, when really, it was the opposite. It was Kurt who had it all. He was the one with family and the friends who obviously still kept in touch. Only a short time ago Blaine had similar memories and a similar group of friends, but they were all gone now. While he still had Rachel and Sebastian, and to some degree Santana, they were all he had.

Blaine suddenly swayed on his feet, his body reeling with a sudden onslaught of exhaustion that overwhelmed him. His thoughts became hazy and blurred, and his muscles ached while they tried to hold him up. He would stay for one coffee, he decided, and then contact Rachel. Blaine didn't want to leave but he was going to have to. He desperately needed to sleep.

He glanced at the two-seater sofa. If he just sat down for a minute, closed his eyes and collected his thoughts maybe he would be able to continue with his charismatic charm and secure a date with Kurt before he left. Blaine believed it would be possible, Kurt hadn't told him to leave yet even after he had told him what he had done the night before. He smiled to himself as he sat down on the comfortable cushions. A date with Kurt Hummel would be nice, very nice indeed. He closed his eyes and snuggled into the seat, and damn, if this sofa wasn't comfortable, too comfortable in fact.

Kurt busied himself in the small kitchen pulling out the coffee machine which Mercedes and he had gone halves in. It would take longer but there was no way that he was going to give Blaine plain old instant coffee. He took out the filter and measured out a suitable amount of coffee that he had purchased using his staff discount determined to stay hidden in the room while it percolated. His fingers drummed over the counter as he waited. He didn't know where this evening was headed. He was resolved not to do anything with Blaine (although every instinct in his body wanted otherwise), but he was also not ready for the night to end just yet, he was so afraid that if Blaine left, he would disappear just like he had five months ago.

Kurt stepped around the corner, the two cappuccinos balanced in each hand, and stopped.

Well that was unexpected.

Kurt gazed down at the sofa where Blaine had curled up and had fallen asleep. He walked over to the coffee table, placed the cups down and stared at Blaine. He wasn't faking it. His mouth was slightly open, his face relaxed and his arms wrapped protectively around his own body with his legs curled up beside him. It was strange to see him so still and quiet, and for once... peaceful.

Kurt sat on the coffee table and continued to watch him while he pondered what he should do. In any other circumstance Kurt would have just left him there but the man really needed a good proper rest where he could sleep for however long his body needed to. If he stayed there on the sofa he would wake up stiff and sore, and in the morning, both Kurt and Mercedes might bother him while they went about their usual morning routines. There was only one option and Kurt just hoped that he wasn't going to scare him off.

He leaned over and took Blaine's hand. "Blaine," he called softly and then again a little louder when Blaine didn't stir, "Blaine!"

Blaine's head jolted up but his eyes were only half open.

"Come, I'll take you to my room," Kurt told him. He pulled on Blaine's hand and he rose to his feet without protest. "You can stay here tonight. You can sleep in my bed and I'll sleep out here in the lounge on the foldout sofa," Kurt added quickly when he saw Blaine's eyes rise slightly.

"Awh, that's too bad," Blaine mumbled. "I was hoping I was going to get to snuggle up with you."

Kurt's chest thumped because by goodness, Kurt would do anything to snuggle up with Blaine. To have those arms around his, that body pressed against his. But no, he had to let Blaine rest.

Blaine tried to gain his bearings and started to pat his pockets while he tried to find his phone.

"I don't think I'll feel comfortable stealing your bed from you. I should call Rachel." He kept patting and his hands went up to his chest. "She'll come and pick me up." Blaine looked about in confusion. His phone was nowhere to be found.

Kurt waved his hand to dismiss him. "Don't worry about it. It doesn't matter. Finn sleeps in my bed all the time when he stays over. He's far too tall for the pullout sofa and really, it doesn't bother me."

Blaine looked about uncertainly. It was an unexpected invite but a pleasant one. Before he could reconsider or try and find a reason why he shouldn't stay, Kurt tugged on his hand and pulled him towards his bedroom door.

"Hmmm," Blaine mumbled sleepily after he had climbed onto the mattress and pulled the light blanket up around his shoulders. "The bed smells of you."

"Sorry," Kurt said quickly. "I only changed them yesterday. I would have put fresh sheets..."

"No, it's nice," Blaine cut him off. He pulled the blanket up around his neck and snuggled deeper into the bed.

"You sure you don't want to join me?" Blaine suddenly asked.

Kurt laughed. "Even now you can't help yourself, can you?" Kurt looked down at him and shook his head. "Blaine, get some rest."

"I'm sorry," Blaine mumbled when Kurt had reached the edge of the room. Blaine's lids were so heavily closed that Kurt really didn't even know if he was still awake anymore.

"What for?"

"For not calling you. I hope I haven't missed my chance."

His words were slurred, almost like he was drunk even though Blaine hadn't had one drop of alcohol since he had arrived. Kurt returned to the side of the bed and recognized the steady rise and fall of Blaine's chest and the relaxed position of his mouth. He was fast asleep again.

"No, Blaine," Kurt whispered, "you haven't missed your chance."

He pulled up another thin blanket and brought it up around Blaine's body ensuring that he would be warm for the night. Kurt turned off the lights, took one last look at the sleeping figure in his bed and closed the door quietly behind him.

It was still fairly early, only 9.30pm in fact. Kurt grabbed himself the spare set of linen that he used when he slept in the lounge and set about the task of getting the foldout sofa ready. He was going to make the most of an evening at home by himself by catching up on some TV shows that he had fallen behind in.

Kurt was all settled with cushions and pillows stuffed behind his back and about to press the remote when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it free and paused when he saw the name on the screen. It was Kevin. Kurt sighed feeling guilty even though he had no need to be; they had only been on one date. He opened the message and squirmed. Kevin was asking Kurt out again on another day for the very next day. Kurt eyed his bedroom door. He hated letting people down but he was going to have to do it. Kevin was a nice enough guy, but it was Blaine that Kurt wanted. He would do it tomorrow when he could come up with a good enough excuse. He tossed his phone aside and jumped when a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Where is he?" Finn asked standing in the doorway of Mercedes' bedroom.

Kurt glanced over in surprise. He hadn't seen Mercedes or Finn since they had come back into the apartment and he had just assumed that Finn had left to go home.

"He's asleep."

"In your room?"

"Yes, in my room."

"Kurt..." Finn took a seat on the edge of the foldout bed his eyes filled with concern, and remorse. "I didn't mean to be so harsh before at dinner, but I just want you to be careful, okay."

Kurt rolled his eyes.

"No Kurt, listen. He's a rock star. We're just everyday people. He might think you're all good and interesting now, but later? Just be careful that's all I'm saying."

"It's alright Finn, I won't do anything stupid." Well, Kurt hoped that he wouldn't do anything stupid.

Finn's eyes went to Kurt's bedroom door. "You're too kind, you know. I would never let someone else sleep in my bed."

Kurt laughed, "I let you sleep in my bed all the time, you goofball." He whipped out one of the pillows from behind his back and hit Finn over the head.

"You want to hang out for a while?" Kurt asked glancing at his watch. "It's still early."

Finn's face broke into a smile, "Sure." He scooted round and leaned against the back of the sofa bed beside Kurt, his feet almost reaching the end even though he was only sitting. "What are you watching?"

"There's a Golden Girls marathon on."

"Cool," Finn agreed getting himself comfortable. "I can do Golden Girls."