Kurts pov

The drive to Kurts house was silent, exept for Kurt directing Blaine which way to go.

"This is it." Kurt mumbled 

"Nice place." Blaine said as Kurt led him up the steps to his home.

They entered the house and kurt called out "dad! Carole! Finn?!." No one answered 

"I guess everyones out." Kurt said

They took of their shoes and Kurt led them downstairs to his room.

"Uh you can just make yourself comfortable, I uh gotta use the washroom." He muttered as blaine plopped himself on Kurts bed.

Kurt entered his washroom and closed the door behind him, he turned on the sink and splashed some water in his face. Get a hold of yourself, stop being suck a fucking weakling, its just kurofsky, the guy whos been tormenting and making your life a living hell for years you dumbass. He thought to himself. He glanced over to his bottom drawer, were his razors lay, no you cannot ever do that again, do you have any idea what it would do to dad if he ever found out? Hed have another heart attack fucking pussy get a grip. Kurt promised himself he would never cut again, he only tried it a few times, almost passed out once. He just wanted to get away from everything, the bullying, being alone, the stress, just everything. But then he remembered his father and how it would crush him to find out if something happened to Kurt. So, he splashed more water in his face and pulled himself together. He opened the door and almost jumped, he forgot that Blaine was here. His arms were perched up on the windowsill, he wad a cigarette in his hand and was just about to light it.

"Stop!" Kurt screeched, he scolded himself for sounding so weak.

"You cant smoke in here, my dad would kill me if he smelled anything."

Blaine put his hands up in surrender and slipped the cigarettes back into his leather jacket.

"Sorry, didnt know. I really should stop that if Im going to be around you more often." Blaine cooed as he started to step closer to Kurt. "Id be a shame to mess up such a pretty voice like yours, I heard your a singer, and smoking affects your singin voice." Blaine said as he pulled out his cigarettes and threw them out the window.

"But blaine." Kurt loved saying his name. "You just met me, why give up smoking just to be around me? Kurt asked hesitantly 

"well I like you and I want to spend more time with you so, I will try to be more, presentable." Blaine said sarcastically.

"Blaine you dont have to change, but the smoking can go, itll kill you."

"Yea yea I know." Blaine said as he rolled his eyes.

Being around Blaine made him totally forget about Kurofsky, so he and Blaine popped in Rent and layed on his bad and stared to watch it.

Kurt wasnt really watching much of the movie, he was more admiring Blaine. Just the way his eyes would light up when a funny part came on, or when he would laugh, and when he smiled, his smile could put a stop to all wars. Blaine caught him staring though, Kurt quickly turned away and blushed.

" Like what you see gorgeous?" Blaine asked with a cocky smirk on his face.

Kurt didnt answer instead they just continued watching the movie, but Kurt didnt sneak one more peak at Blaine. He really was perfect. He was beautiful.

Blaines pov

Throughout the next few weeks Kurt and Blaine were practically joined at the hip. Whatever class kurt had, blaine would always walk him there, wherever Blaine was sitting at lunch, Kurt would be right by his side.

One particular day Kurt and Blaine were sitting outside eating lunch under a tree at the back of the school.

"Blaineeeeee pleaseeeee just think about joining? Youll love it! Ive heard you sing, well in the car but still can you at least think about it?" Kurt begged as he stuck out his bottom lip and gave him his best puppy eyes. Blaine would never admit it but he loved it when Kurt was like this, it was adorable.

"Ugh Kurtttt! Fine Ill think about it." Blaine said as he rolled his eyes.

"yay! thankyou thankyou thankyou Blaine!" Kurt cheered at he pounced on. Blaine and hugged him. They were laughing and giggling, to caught up in their own fun to see Kurofsky around the corner glaring at them.