When we rejoined the party everything had calmed down. Puck was playing Sam’s acoustic and a few of the glee clubbers said around him watching and swaying with the music. Rachel had gone and changed now sitting on the bean bag chair with her arms folded across her chest in disgust, Finn seated right beside her with a dopey grin on his face as he watched his friends. Tina and Mike were cuddling on the futon and Sam was pacing the room anxiously but looked up and smiled as we came down the stairs.

“Hey dude, are you okay?” He ambushed Kurt hugging him tightly.

“Yeah man I’m good. Blaine took care of me though.” He smiled and turned towards me.

“Oh my god thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Sam cheered latching on to me and kissing my face repeatedly. He pulled Kurt into the embrace and held us together. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” He said kissing Kurt’s forehead. “Thank you!” He cheered kissing mine.

He let go of us and joined the group huddled around Puck leaving Kurt and I alone to talk.

“Kurt, will you be my boyfriend?” I asked out of nowhere and immediately slapped my hand over my mouth in shock.

“I don’t want to hurt Sam.” He said sadly and I felt my heart sink.

“It’s okay I understand.” I said trying to remain calm although my heart was breaking.

“That’s not what I meant Blaine.” He laughed. “I don’t want to hurt Sam, but I do want to date you. Yes I’ll be your boyfriend, as long as you’ll have me. And I’m not saying to hide our relationship; I’m not saying that at all. Just to be delicate around Sam at first. He’s got some issues to and I’d never want to hurt him. He’s a really good friend and I love him. He was there for me when I needed him and I’ll always be a friend to him as long as he needs me.” Kurt explained and I felt happy. I was a little ashamed of myself for jumping to the conclusion that Kurt would say no to me so quickly. I guess I need to learn how to listen.

“Oh Kurt I’m so happy. Of course I completely understand about Sam. I would never be a dick about it or anything, he clearly likes you.” I replied and Kurt frowned slightly.

“You think he likes me?” He asked completely surprised.

“Of course, he practically worships the ground you walk on Kurt. And why wouldn’t he? You’re the most beautiful perfect little angel I’ve ever met.” I answered and he smiled.

“Angel? Really?” He laughed and I chuckled.

Yeah Kurt may be a skank to most but to me I know there’s something deeper, he isn’t this badass the world makes him to be. He’s sensitive and kind and caring and his laugh, oh god his laugh is the most precious sound I’ve ever heard. I wish to spend every day for the foreseeable future listening to that life, and seeing him smile. Not a fake front he puts up around others, but a genuine smile. One that’s warm and loving just like him.

“Come on it’s practically morning, I’ll make you breakfast.” He said grabbing my hand and leading me up the ladder and towards the kitchen.

Most of the glee clubbers had fallen asleep or moved into Finn’s room to play Call of Duty and could be heard cussing and making shooting noises from all the way downstairs.

“Where are your parents?” I asked curiously and Kurt shrugged before some form of realization hit him and he remembered.

“I think they’re visiting a relative of Finn’s. I can’t remember who but they’re in Vermont or some state.” Kurt answered as he rummaged through drawers in the kitchen scoping out ingredients.

“How’d Finn convince them to let everybody spend the night? Or did he even ask?” I laughed.

“He asked, and at first they said no but he complained. He said that because me and Sam share a room and were quote on quote dating it wasn’t fair that he couldn’t have friends of the opposite sex spend the night yet we got to share a room every single night. Not to mention it’s pretty much our own house given how isolated it is from the rest of the home. He made a pretty great case; he’d make one heck of a lawyer.” Kurt laughed to himself.

“Yeah if he wasn’t so stupid.” Sam said walking into the kitchen and propping himself on top of the counter where Kurt was working.

“He’s not stupid. Don’t call him that.” Kurt chastised him and giving him a flick on the nose with a wooden spoon.

“Oww. Hey watcha cookin’ good lookin’?” Sam asked with a wink and nodded towards the batter Kurt was mixing.

“Making Blainey some chocolate chip pancakes.” Kurt replied with a smile and I couldn’t help but blush at the dreamy way he referred to me.

“None for me?” Sam pouted and Kurt ruffled his hair.

“They’re for Blaine, but you may have one.” Kurt replied and Sam hugged him tightly scotching towards him and wrapping his legs around Kurt’s waist from where he sat on the counter.

“I wuvv you.” Sam smiled goofily and planted a big kiss on Kurt’s cheek before hoping off the counter and dipping his fingers in the batter, licking each of them clean with an obnoxious sucking sound.

“Yeah yeah yeah whatever I just hope your hands were clean.” Kurt laughed and motioned for me to come over and sit on the counter while he cooked.

“Since when do you care about sanitary cooking, we’ve had sex in this kitchen more times than I can count and in more places than any sanitary person would tolerate. Hell Tuesday you bent me over the kitchen table and fucked me using vegetable oil instead of lube.” Sam laughed loudly and Kurt looked down nervously.

I knew Sam and Kurt had a past, but for some reason I couldn’t help being jealous. Jealousy is not who I am, but right now sitting in this kitchen where they’ve apparently gotten it on countless times made me uncomfortable and I no longer felt all that hungry.

“Sam can you go grab some paper plates from the pantry.” Kurt asked and Sam did as he was told. The second he turned the room Kurt turned to me, a look of pain in his eyes and a frown on his face.

“About all that, I’m really sorry Blaine. I’ll have a talk with him and let him know what’s appropriate behavior and what’s not. You knew Sam and I had a thing, and I don’t want to hurt you if it comes up. I really like you Blaine, you’re my boyfriend and I’d never want to hurt you. Please don’t be mad at me. And please don’t break up with me. I get it, I really do. You’re so perfect and pure and gorgeous and amazing. And I’m some used up whore with countless issues and a scary past. I’ve done things, seen things, things that would make the strongest man break. And oh am I broken. Just please don’t leave me. I love you Blaine and I want you to know me, not my past. I want you to date me, not who I used to be.” Kurt was practically crying and I jumped of the counter and enveloped him in a hug.

He didn’t deserve this pain he was feeling, no one did. I felt stupid for being jealous. Of course he and Sam had had a past. But we were together now. And if I wanted us to work I’d have to look over his past. I shouldn’t weigh down our relationship with the baggage of his past, whatever that might be. I need to just accept him and love him and allow him to open up to me. I need to be there for him, and I need to respect him.

“I love you Kurt. Please don’t talk about yourself like that. None of those things are true. Look at me, you are perfect. And I love you. Everything’s going to be okay.” I cried and held him in my arms.

As I was holding him we traded kisses and I love you’s and I could have sworn I heard Sam walk back into the kitchen, but apparently he walked back out leaving a stack of paper plates on the table.

We ended our embrace and Kurt resumed fixing breakfast. He made enough for me and Sam but he himself refused to eat.

He sat with me though, the whole time never taking his eyes of me, sometimes bringing his hand up to brush away a stray curl that had fallen out of place on my head, or to wipe chocolate or syrup from the corners of my mouth.

After breakfast he did the dishes and placed another plate over top Sam’s pancakes so they’d stay warm. He wrote Sammy <3 on the top plate and set it on the counter.

“Come on, it’s still darkish and I know the perfect place we can watch the sunrise.” Kurt smiled and I let him lead the way.

“Sam and I come up here every morning to watch the sunrise together. Typically it’s just a place to smoke and the sun just happens to rise in the background. But with you it’ll be different. I’ve always dreamed of having those romantic moments like in the movies where I take my boyfriend up onto the roof and we can watch the sunrise together. And now I can, with you.” He said lightly as I followed him onto the roof above the garage.

I thought we were going to stop there but then I saw a ladder leading towards a higher section of the roof and that was where he took me.

There was a blanket there and we lay down together, Kurt wrapped his arm around my torso and I rested my head on his chest. I could hear the beating of his heart and everything felt calm. I could also feel the sharp outline of his ribs against my face and I knew something needed to be done. I’m not sure how to help but in that moment I promised myself from now on I would do anything I could to help him.

We watched the sun come up and it was amazing. It was the first time I had every really done that. Just sat outside and watched the sun come up. It was peacefully.

I turned to look at Kurt when it was nearly over and he was staring at me. He told me he was watching it through my eyes and I practically melted. He really does have a sensitive side; I just wished everyone else could see the Kurt Hummel I saw. The one who called me Blainey and made pancakes, the one who writes in journals and watches sunrises. Because that Kurt Hummel is perfection and should be viewed that way by everyone.

“I love you Kurt.” I said kissing his chin the best I could from the angle I was lying and he tightened his grip around me and smiled.

“I love you too Blaine.”