Blaine was tossing and turning uncomfortably on the couch. Surprisingly, he wasn't angry at Kurt, he was upset that Kurt was thinking this way about the whole ordeal. Surely the guy could lighten up a bit?

Did Kurt really think he was stupid? Or was he reading too much into something a stranger said when he was tired and upset? Probably the second one but Blaine was a worrier. He couldn't help but be worried about Kurt and how he was handling everything, let alone how he was handling it.

In his head, he could hear the voice of his mother telling him when he was 15 and worried about getting though high-school alive telling him 'Everything is better and brighter in the morning sweetheart, just let yourself sleep your worries away"

"I'm trying Mom, I'm trying" he whispered aloud, glancing over at Kurt's closed bedroom door.

When Blaine awoke, he wasn't aware that he had actually slept but that light had not been streaming into the room when he was last awake, he could smell bacon. His stomach rumbled in want and slowly, he wandered downstairs towards the smell, pulling on his glasses in the process.

Strangely, when he got there, he found Kurt standing over the frying pan, a small smile on his face and the rest of the table had been set up with cutlery, fruit, toast, loads of other breakfast foods.

Blaine pulled a face. "Morning" he said warily, slightly wondering whether he was still asleep and was just having a bizarre dream.

Kurt looked up at Blaine's voice and smiled – a proper smile where his eyes lit up, not one of the weak one's he had been displayed the past few days – "morning, I made breakfast"

"I can see that, where's the coffee?" Blaine asked, yawning as he settled down himself down at the kitchen table. Kurt pushed a red mug towards Blaine, who took it happily.

"So, better mood this morning?" Blaine said quietly, glancing up at Kurt quickly then turning his eyes back to his coffee.

"Bitch Kurt has gone, I promise" Kurt smiled again as the rest of the Saunders family walked in the room, yawning and rubbing sleep out of their eyes.

"I smelt bacon. Morning boys" Hank said sleepily.

"What's all of this?" Leanne asked in wonder, staring at the food on her kitchen table.

"Looks good!" Rosie said, diving in the chair next to Blaine and tucking into a piece of toast.

Kurt took a deep breath in and he addressed the whole kitchen. "I would like to apologise for what I said last night. I was tired, angry and incredibly ungrateful. I cannot thank you enough for taking me into your home while" – he swallowed anxiously-"all of this is going on. I am so sorry for what I said; I didn't mean a word of it and I will not act like that ever again! I don't adjust well to change. Am I forgiven?"

Leanne and Hank both just smiled at him. "Honestly, honey, we have had weirder reactions on the first night than someone shouting at us. We had one man go sleep in the chicken coop once. But never have we had an apology like this! Thank you for breakfast sweetie!" Leanne said warmly, gesturing to the table.

"It's the least I could do" Kurt said.

Rosie mumbled something through a mouthful of food that sounded a bit like "You're forgiven"

Leanne got up and walked over to Kurt. "Now, apologies in this household normally involve a hug so come here" she said with her arms outstretched. Kurt chuckled but obliged and hugged the woman back tightly. "Sorry" he whispered in her ear.

They all carried on eating their breakfast together until Rosie looked at the clock and yelped. "School…gotta go….bye!" she rushed out the door quickly. Hank heaved a heavy sigh and said "Better get down to the station, see you later everyone" he kissed Leanne on the cheek briefly before leaving as well.

"I have to go to see the horses this morning, are you two going to be okay here by yourselves for a few hours?" she said apologetically.

Blaine and Kurt both smiled and murmured 'yes they would be fine'.

Once she had left, Kurt looked to Blaine a bit awkwardly. "I'm sorry for what I said to you too" he whispered. "I don't think you are stupid. In fact, you are one of the most interesting people I have ever met. I only wish it was through better circumstances that we met"

Blaine reached across the table and placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "You're forgiven. Now if I'm one of the most interesting people ever, you can't have met that many interesting people. I'm rather boring. So tell me about you instead" Blaine grabbed his coffee and made his way into the sitting room, gesturing for Kurt to follow him.

They settled on the couch comfortably and Blaine looked pointedly at Kurt until he began to talk.

"So, there's not much to tell really. I'm Kurt. I'm 23. I grew up in Ohio"

"Wait, no way! I'm from Ohio!" Blaine interrupted.

"Really? Where?" Kurt said excitedly.

"Westerville"

"I'm from Lima. We grew up two hours away from each other. Whoa spooky" Kurt said, pulling a face. He thought for a moment. Then his eyes widened.

"You went to Dalton Academy didn't you?" Blaine nodded his reply with a small expression of being puzzled.

"I went to William McKinley. You were in their Glee Club? The Warblers?" – Again, Blaine nodded-"I was in the New Directions. We competed at Sectionals together, we drew but we beat you at Regionals. I knew I recognised you! You were the completely gorgeous and hot lead singer!"

Kurt blushed a little when he realised what he had said. "I mean, um…"

"My high school self appreciates your compliment" Blaine winked. "I remember you guys though, you were amazing! And don't think I forgot you. You were rather hot as well"

Kurt smiled before his expression darkened as he remembered the time he nearly transferred to Dalton. "You know I almost moved to Dalton that year?" he said quietly.

"Really? Why?" Blaine noted the sadness in Kurt's voice.

"A homophobic Neanderthal was giving me some trouble. You know, locker shoves, cruel taunts, the occasional death threat. Until one day, I decided to stand up to him. And he kissed me" Kurt took a deep breath in. "My father and step-mother were willing to give up their honeymoon money so I could transfer but I refused. Although, your zero-tolerance policy was rather tempting, I must say. But in the end it was okay, sort of. Karofsky moved schools, got outed, tried to kill himself but he was found in time. He's actually a fairly good friend of mine now. I believe he is still in Ohio, last I heard he was dating a Dalton graduate, Sebastian?" Kurt wondered for a moment but then was met with the noise of Blaine spluttering as he spat out his coffee.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just I kinda know Sebastian. He, er, he nearly blinded me in my junior year" Blaine said, looking down at his pyjama pants with interest trying to rub some of the coffee off them.

"What?" Kurt exclaimed. "He seemed nice when I met him last year!"

"Yeah sure, he's nice now. High School not so much, He wanted to date me. I didn't want to date him. He got angry. Put some rock salt in a drink, threw it at me, you get the picture. My eye is fine now though!" Blaine reassured Kurt, who was looking at Blaine's eye with concern.

"He felt guilty I think for a while, he changed. Eh, I'm glad he's found someone" Blaine shrugged at his last sentence. Then he looked back to Kurt. "So we could have been classmates huh? I'd have been your friend. I'll be your friend now in fact"

"Why thank you" Kurt chuckled. "So to complete the Kurt Hummel life story, I left Ohio with my best friend Rachel, who also is going to be my future sister-in-law if my step-brother ever gets his act together and proposes, shacked up in New York, she went to NYADA, I auditioned but didn't get in so I pursued fashion instead. Got a job at a fashion designers office and she liked some of my designs so she let me produce some outfits which seem to be selling pretty okay. I do love Broadway still though, if Rachel's shows ever need extras or costume designer's last minute, I step in. That's about it really." Kurt finished off his story before looking expectantly at Blaine.

Blaine leant back onto the arm of the couch thoughtfully, chewing his lip. "Rachel's shows? Are you talking about Rachel Berry? She's in Wicked at the moment right?"

Kurt nodded eagerly. "You like Broadway?" his eyes lighting up.

"Big fan. Wicked was the first Broadway show I'd seen since I moved to New York and she was fabulous! You know, I thought I'd recognised her when she was saying goodbye to you!"

"She is pretty fabulous. We used to hate each other but I cannot imagine my life without her anymore" Kurt said wistfully, remembering his best friend back in New York.

"Anyway, come on tell me about you!" Kurt said, shaking off the sad feelings.

"Well, I'm Blaine. I'm 22. I can play the guitar and piano, I grew up in Westerville. I moved to New York to attempt to get a recording deal. My brother is the actor Cooper Anderson"- he raised his eyebrows a little here so Kurt interrupted.

"Bad blood?" he asked.

"No, we get along, and I'm proud of him, I am. He was just never very supportive of me and my career. He was certainly my father's favourite son. Recently, he's gotten better though. I'm just sick of people expecting me to be like him. I'm not him, you know. He's good-looking, wears tight leather jackets and jeans, could get anyone he wants. I'm a dork, I wear bowties"

Kurt studied him for a moment. "That's the first time you've mentioned your father. He wasn't there to say goodbye either. What's the story there?"

Blaine stiffened a little and moved his hand to the back of his neck to rub it gently. "He wasn't so happy when I came out. He avoided me and the rare times he did talk to me it was only in hate. One day, he went out and got drunk. I was asleep when I heard my door open. Then he…he stumbled into my room, shouting 'fag', 'worthless', other words at me and he hit me. Repeatedly. My mom stormed in, threw him away from me. The next morning, she packed herself, Cooper and me a suitcase and we left. I haven't seen him since. My mom said she loved him but she loved me more. She's my hero. When I got beat up at school after a Sadie Hawkins dance, she moved me to Dalton, she made me get out of bed in the morning when life seemed dark. She's amazing" Blaine said wistfully, dawning on him just how much he missed his mother.

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand briefly. "She sounds it. I should have taken the time to speak to her back in New York" His hand lingered in Blaine's for a little longer than required but he withdrew it nonetheless.

"Anyway, to cut a long story short, my mom told me to pursue my dreams so I moved to New York. At the moment, I'm just working as a waiter but things seem to be picking up. I play at the restaurant twice a week and a few days ago, a music producer happened to be listening and he gave me his card. I was meant to be meeting with him today actually but obviously, things change" Blaine shrugged again. Then he looked down at his watch. "I better get showered and dressed. See you in a bit!" Blaine got up to leave but he stopped at the doorway and turned back to Kurt. "I'm glad we had this chat Kurt. Can we be classed as friends now do you think?" Blaine said, smiling, titling his head coyly.

"I think so" Kurt smiled in return. Blaine grinned and walked out the door.

Kurt was glad he and Blaine were friends now. Kurt was also pretty sure he was falling in love with Blaine.