As Blaine entered his toasty dorm room, he realized his room mate had finally decided it was time to light up their fireplace. He grinned, speaking of his roomie-
“Did you have a good swim, Michael Phelps?”
Blaine laughed as he toweled off his damp head of curls,
“Yeah, it was strange, nobody really minded the fact that I do my laps naked and covered in soap.”
“Guess that no-bullying policy has really nailed them down, huh?” Jeff retorted their sarcasm and their friendship making the entire room light and effortless, Blaine’s two favorite feelings.
When he had finally changed into some warm sweats, Blaine reluctantly settled down at their small coffee table and laid out his homework for the day.
He sort of hated the way that he felt after he had gotten a shower. I mean, Blaine knew that smelling good was always a plus, but he didn’t really take to cold and dry skin.
He yawned and his heart warmed when he recalled that Kurt was usually so, so warm and that his skin was always soft like the gentlest velvet.
You see, there was this dark, positively medieval time in Blaine’s life when he really wasn’t a big fan of hugs...
Or touching other people in general- But when he met Kurt that gigantic wall that he had built up crashed right back down. Now Blaine hugged and touched naturally and it was almost too much for his friends and family, who had only known him to give mental affection through words rather than physical affection. And to be honest, nobody was really complaining about all of these changes anyways. They were just happy that Blaine was opening up and trusting people again, even if it was happening in a very slow and careful process.
Now Blaine just enjoyed every one of his five senses, for the sake of knowing Kurt better. The sight, the smell, to taste, to hear the world around him… But the feel, the feel was always the strongest when he was around Kurt. Because Blaine sure did feel when Kurt was near to him, even if he did hide his stronger, more appealing affections for the boy with thoughts of their friendship. He still knew that Kurt was the closest he had ever been with anybody else in his life, though, and that seemed to make up for it.

“Blaine, your phone has been spouting whatever- feel good, bubblegum piece that that is for almost 5 minutes and considering it’s so ooey-gooey and chockablock with soft wind chimes, it’s not unlikely that it’s Kurt. Pick it up before my brain rots like a 32-year old cavity.”
Blaine snapped out of his long reverie and acknowledged that he had been staring at the same page of his chemistry notes for almost 20 minutes straight, realizing that it was his phone creating the loud back round noise.
Although Jeff didn’t turn away from the television screen that was currently lighting up one of his many video game worlds, Blaine assumed that he was damn serious about it being an annoying tune.
But he didn’t really care, because if it was Kurt calling then, well, it’s Kurt--that’s a lot more interesting to him than his friend’s annoyance. And because the mood called for sarcasm, Blaine picked up his phone and turned back to Jeff,
“Wow, you’re the most boring person ever- I definitely need to befriend somebody more dramatic… A real top cat, who uses words like- Chockablock and is jealous of my sensible ring tone, maybe?”
Jeff turned to glare for a moment but wasted his precious time because little Blainey was busy grinning widely at his phone… Only because he saw it was, infact, a picture of Kurt lighting up the small screen. He completely ignored Jeff to answer it,
“Hey, Kurt! What’s up?” Blaine’s voice was so cheerful and bright that Jeff sniggered at the large plasma screen before him… And Blaine had the nerve to put up a finger to shush him (Even if he obviously didn’t catch it) and began to walk out of the room with the phone pressed to his ear- He heard voices, but none of them were Kurt’s. And Blaine wasn’t sure why, but all too soon he was panicking.
“Kurt? - Are you there?”