"Oh my god, this is so freaking disgusting!" Kurt cried out from the shower.

Blaine was lounging on the bed, freshly showered and dressed. He gave a chuckle at the absolutely horrified tone of Kurt's voice. He knew the feeling though. He'd discreetly stuffed his ruined boxers into Kurt's bathroom garbage can. A moment later the shower turned off. He didn't know how much hot water there had been after a full half hour long shower, but he didn't think it mattered to Kurt as much as being clean.

"Don't you dare laugh at me, Blaine Anderson, this is your fault. I was being all romantic not wanting to wake you up and now this. I'm never going to be able to wear those boxers again!"

"We'll buy you a new pair," Blaine said calmly.

Another fifteen minutes later, still grumbling, Kurt emerged from the bathroom. He was impeccably dressed as usual and his hair was perfectly coiffed. Blaine liked him all put together like this, but he had also enjoyed waking up to a slightly disheveled, messy-headed Kurt. His cheeks had been pink from sleep, lashes blinking slowly as he'd smiled at Blaine. That Kurt had been adorably beautiful. This Kurt was just more confident in his appearance.

"Now you can see what I really do before class," Kurt said, going to his dresser. He pulled out bottle after bottle of pills and began taking out what he needed.

"You have to take those every day?" Blaine asked, eyes wide.

"You'd be surprised what it takes to keep this ticker happy," Kurt said easily. "I'll do whatever it takes, though. Everything I've been through with this surgery has been worth it."

"I can imagine so. You must have a stomach of iron to take all that on an empty stomach," Blaine said, rubbing his own growling stomach.

Kurt smiled at him over his shoulder. "I will be eating. There is a box of granola bars over there by the TV if you can't wait."

Blaine was off the bed before the words were out of Kurt's mouth and he grabbed a bar and shoved it in his mouth. Halfway through chewing, the taste hit him and his face turned down in disgust.

Kurt was watching him and starting laughing so hard, he had to bend over.

Blaine swallowed thickly, wanting the nasty mixture out of his mouth. He went into the bathroom and made use of Kurt's mouth wash again. "What the hell was that?"

"It's organic, Blaine. All natural ingredients, you know? I don't put a lot of crap in my body, it deserves better than that."

"Well mine deserves all the crap it can handle," Blaine grumbled, coming out as Kurt was slipping into his jacket.

"Don't say that, Blaine," Kurt said quietly, his face serious. "You may not have to go vegetarian and eat all organic like me, but you should be a bit more grateful for having a body in good working order."

Blaine realized how blasé he'd sounded. He walked to Kurt and pulled him into his arms. "I'm sorry. You are right. I take this body for granted and don't treat it the best. You've seen the worst side of a body giving out and I didn't even think of that."

Kurt squeezed him hard. "Like I said, I'm not expecting you to change your eating habits, though you could stand to add some more vegetables to your diet. That aside, I just hope you can appreciate your body."

"I do appreciate it and now I'll be more aware of things. Now kiss me," he said and pulled Kurt in for a long, hot kiss.

While they were eating in the cafe, Kurt's phone buzzed. It was an email and after he checked it, his eyes went wide.

"What is it?" Blaine asked. He'd compromised for Kurt on his breakfast and was having a rather healthy omelet and whole grain toast. He cast a longing glance at the donuts, but he figured one healthy meal wouldn't hurt.

"The donor family. They, uh, want to meet Sunday after next, if that works for my dad and I," Kurt said.

"Are you going to do it?" he asked, taking Kurt's hand.

"Well, yeah. This is what I've been waiting for. It's just happening a lot faster than I thought it would. But Dad's shop is closed on Sundays, so it will be perfect. Let me write them back really quick," Kurt said and typed out a fast reply. Then he called his dad and confirmed the time and they agreed that Burt would pick Kurt up since it was on the way. "Are we still on for this Saturday?"

"Yeah, if you are still available," Blaine said hesitantly.

"Oh yes," Kurt said eagerly.

A huge smile lit Blaine's face, his golden eyes glowing. Kurt almost stopped breathing from the beauty of that smile.
"You take my breath away," Kurt said softly.

Blaine was equally taken with the way Kurt's lips moved and how he seemed to blink those mile long lashes in slow motion. He leaned over the table and kissed him lightly. "Ditto."

The rest of the week sped by. Kurt was getting more and more used to the classes and workload and he was confident he would do well in college. Being with Blaine made everything easier. He was getting to know a lot of people and even some of the professors. Blaine seemed to know everyone and everything about the college. But with his self-effacing ways, he was never arrogant or showy about what he knew. He met Blaine's roommate and friend, Jake, and the two hit it off immediately by teasing Blaine. He took it in stride and promised retribution at a future time. Jake just winked at Kurt and told him Blaine talked a good game but had little follow through. Kurt found himself genuinely liking Jake and knew he'd found another friend. Warbler practice became a highlight of the day. Kurt had always loved singing and the year he'd gone without had done something to his spirit. Now he felt alight with hope and possibilities. He loved singing with the Warbler's and their mix of a capella songs and songs done to accompaniment. It seemed everyone in the group specialized in some instrument. Blaine played drums, guitar, and piano. Kurt played piano and took over the majority of that responsibility. Between the other members, they had violins, brass instruments, bass and electric guitars. They even had an audio/visual master.

"We aren't just pretty faces, Kurt," Wes told him with a laugh when Kurt commented about the extent of talent in the group.

Thanks to fund raising and the money they earned at various functions, they were able to rent out a nice hall on the college campus solely for their use. With a total group size of thirty singers, it was a good thing. Not everyone practiced all at the same time due to class schedules unless they were preparing for an event. But when everyone was there, that was when Kurt loved it the most. The large open room they practiced in seemed to vibrate and breathe with the beauty of all those voices raised in song. He would close his eyes and just let his voice drift along with theirs, so beyond happy he wanted to burst.

Blaine and he had decided that they would attend Saturday morning practice together before heading off on their day together. Kurt had no idea what Blaine had planned but he honestly didn't care as long as they were together. Saturday morning practice was with the entire group and Kurt was glowing with the joy that came from all of those beautiful voices melding together. Wes announced that they would be performing at a local mall in a couple weeks. There would be some group numbers as well as solos and duets.

"I'd like to sing a duet with Kurt," Blaine announced as the others were volunteering songs.

"Sounds good," David said, writing it in his notes. "Come see me afterward with your song choice."

Kurt's eyes were wide through all of this. When Blaine sat down beside him, he pulled his arm. "What? A duet? This soon into my joining? Are you nuts?"

"Only about you," Blaine said gently. "You're going to do great, Kurt, and I already have the perfect song picked out for us. It's easy so you won't have to stress over it."

"Easy or not, performing in front of people is going to be nerve wracking," Kurt hissed back, but found himself glowing just a little from Blaine admitting he was nuts over him.

"Relax, Kurt, okay? I wouldn't do this if I didn't think you were ready," Blaine said and something in his voice and the force of his gaze did calm Kurt's nerves. He knew if Blaine was next to him, he'd be fine. He wondered if he should be concerned with how quickly he was falling for this man. But being with him was as easy as breathing and seemed just as vital. Blaine seemed to feel the same which helped.

After practice, they set out for their day together. Blaine drove, his car a nice sedan that Kurt admired. He asked him knowledgeable questions about the engine and performance of the car. Blaine answered but looked curious.

"What? You don't think I know cars?" Kurt asked with a grin.

"Well, don't take offense, sweetie, but you don't really seem like the type who would like being around cars and their greasy engines," Blaine said, smiling.

Kurt preened at the endearment. "I don't like it. But my dad owns a mechanic shop and I've been helping out there from the moment I could walk. It was a good way to earn extra money and Dad thought it was a great way to beat the stereotype of a fancy gay by having me know all there is to know about car engines. And no, I don't like getting dirty and greasy, but that's what overalls and gloves are for."

"Hmm, overalls, huh? I would like to see that. I bet your ass looks great in them," Blaine said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Kurt smacked his arm, laughing. "Yeah, well, that won't be happening, so just forget about it."

Blaine took them to a park where he surprised Kurt with a picnic that he'd had in the trunk. There was even a blanket for them to sit on. So Kurt wouldn't have to get his pants dirty, Blaine said. He was even more surprised by the food choices. Fresh fruits and vegetables, a meat sandwich for Blaine made on whole grain bread. When he asked Blaine about it, he just shrugged.

"I figured it couldn't hurt to get a little healthy up in this body," he said.

"That body deserves it," Kurt said, winking almost shyly. "So, are you going to tell me about the duet song you picked? It might help if I know what we're singing."

"Candles, by Hey Monday. I figured it has a bit of emotion behind it and I think we'll sound awesome together. We'll split the verses up and sing the chorus together. It's going to sound great. Do you know the song?"

"I do," Kurt said, surprised. "It's a great song. It'll be interesting to see how it sounds with us singing it. When do you want to practice?"

"How about tomorrow?" Blaine offered casually, hoping Kurt didn't see how much he was hoping they'd get to spend more time together.

"Sounds good," Kurt said, digging into a bowl of carrot sticks.

They enjoyed the picnic and spent an hour or so walking around the park. Blaine asked him once how he was doing and did he need to rest. Kurt very seriously told him he was fine and please don't ask it again. Blaine took in his stony expression and figured he'd had enough babying over the past years. He nodded and took Kurt's hand as they walked. He would keep an eye on Kurt. His fair skin would tell the tale if he got tired and then Blaine would find an excuse to sit so Kurt wouldn't have to think it was because of him.

They drove around for a while after that, Blaine pointing out places of interest around their college town. Kurt asked questions about shopping and Blaine promised to take him the following weekend. Finally they went and got meals to go from Kurt's approved Italian restaurant, and went back to his dorm room. Blaine said it was so he didn't have to put up with Jake. Kurt just raised an eyebrow and led the way. They ate on Kurt's bed, being careful with crumbs, and watched Funny Girl, since it was Kurt's favorite and Blaine hadn't seen it in forever. Kurt sang along with most of the songs and Blaine watched him in amazement. Kurt was truly talented and that voice of his, it was one in a million. Blaine knew he was falling for this man, he was full of depth and emotion and so many things that Blaine adored. Not to mention he was mind-blowingly beautiful and sexy. He was starting to get into his lusty thoughts when he noticed Kurt's lashes were blinking slower and slower. He'd have to put off his libido for tonight, he guessed. He gathered Kurt to his chest as the movie continued to play. Kurt gave a contented sigh and collapsed his weight onto Blaine, falling into a deep sleep. This was just as good, Blaine thought. This was right.