It took three days for Blaine's ass to stop aching when he walked. His Friday morning went downhill after that discovery, though. He'd managed to take a long shower and eat before Anna can bustling out of her room, getting ready to head out to her morning class, and demanded that he sanitize every inch of the kitchen. Ever since she'd found out he'd had sex in there she'd refused to step foot in the little area, had even found some police tape and blocked off the entrance between the counter and the wall. Santana and Blaine had been ducking under it and going about their eating habits normally, but it was a stark reminder of what had happened. Blaine's mind kept dredging it up in the evenings while he was at work, and his studying habits were starting to suffer because of it. As much as he was trying to forget the feeling of Kurt's skin against his, or the way his chest rumbled against Blaine's when he laughed, he couldn't. He couldn't seem to get away from thoughts of Kurt because both his apartment and his work reminded him of the other man.

After spending the morning scrubbing the kitchen raw, Blaine dressed for work, grabbed his bag, and headed to one of the dining halls on campus. He spent his lunch and then his remaining time before work, lounging around the second floor of the student union and watching a few girls play a game of pool. Dread was already filling him as the clock ticked closer to four o'clock, because four o'clock meant going to work and being at the desk where Kurt had fucked him breathless four days ago. Btu he still went, dragging his feet across the stone pathways and finally heading inside when he could no longer prolong it.

Melanie, one of his co-workers, was pulling on her coat when he stepped through the front door. She smiled brightly at him. "Hey, Blaine! I almost thought you weren't going to show up," she said. "You're usually here early."

"Sorry, got caught up with some homework," Blaine apologized, giving her what he hoped passed for a charming, toothy smile.

"Oh, well, it's all yours for the night!" Melanie said cheerily, giving him a small wave as she practically skipped out the door.

Blaine glowered after her as he shouldered his jacket off and sat down. What hell was there to be so happy about? Especially when this desk was within a fifty foot radius of him. With a scowl, Blaine pulled his laptop out of his bag, and tried to focus until midnight came. Normally Friday nights were his favorite night to work. By six or seven the library was entirely dead because nobody wanted to work when it was the weekend. Nobody wanted to be locked up studying until they had to so he had plenty of peace and quiet. Tonight was no different, except he wished it was busy and that he had something to focus on so that he wasn't staring at the desk and remembering the feeling of the edge knocking into his thighs while Kurt fucked him from behind.

Groaning in despair, Blaine let his head drop down onto his keyboard and closed his eyes. Maybe he should just get a new job. This was never going to work if he couldn't stop these thoughts. He could play more gigs throughout the week around town to cover the drop his income would take. Torturing himself three or four nights a week for eight hours straight was going to end with him in an asylum.

Blaine sighed in resignation and glanced up to look at the clock, but there was someone blocking his view. Someone lean and tall that he almost didn't recognize because of the outrageous clothes he was wearing.

"Hi," Kurt greeted shyly, looking nervous and agitated. "Can I– do you mind if I sit down?"

Blaine stared up at Kurt mutely. He was stunned by the man before him. A man who was, if possible, even more irresistible and attractive than he'd been in his "costume". At least that's what Blaine was guessing the leather jacket and ripped jeans had been, because the outfit Kurt was wearing now was obviously meticulous cared for and put together by someone with a great sense of fashion.

"Y- you look different," Blaine stammered quietly.

Kurt blushed at his words as he glanced down at his clothes. "Well, this is how... how I normally dress. When I'm– if I'm not listening to Santana."

Something jolted and twisted in Blaine's chest. He was pretty sure it was his heart, but he didn't want to think about that right now. He was not in love, no matter what Anna or Santana said.

Kurt shifted on his feet for a moment, sucking on his lower lip and then continued speaking in a rush.

"I'm sorry about all of that," Kurt apologized sincerely. "About pretending to be some hot, bad ass. I'm just a silly romantic in real life." Kurt held up his arms and made a vague gesture to himself. "This is the real me. I just thought maybe you'd like him, too, even though Santana said you don't go for guys like me."

"Santana's an idiot," Blaine insisted bluntly. Mentally he had to stop himself from telling Kurt just how perfect he was. "She's been setting me up with body builders for the better part of two years."

"Really?" Kurt said in surprise. "She keeps getting guys even more camp than me to thrown themselves at me. It's a bit weird."

"Santana's a little daft when it comes to picking out guys."

Kurt's face relaxed and a bright smile took over his features. "Do you... do you want to start over?"

"And forget the fantastic sex marathon we shared?" Blaine said in bewilderment. "You must be joking."

Kurt laughed a little. "It was pretty amazing," Kurt agreed, his face flushing slightly as his fingers trailed over the counter's surface.

Blaine watched him for a moment, trying to find some of his earlier anger and annoyance, but he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to blame Kurt when he had gotten well ahead of himself as far as their relationship went. If he hadn't gotten his hopes up so quickly they'd probably be fucking at his apartment right now.

"Maybe... maybe we could do it again sometime," Blaine suggested, leaning back in his rolling chair and gazing up at Kurt, at the soft, but sharp features of his face, and his startling blue eyes. He gulped and shifted his hips a bit. Even suggesting the act was making his blood boil. It didn't help that the counter they'd first fucked over was right between them.

"I'd like that," Kurt whispered, his eyes bright and his smile seductive. "When do you get out of here?"

Blaine glanced around Kurt at the clock. "I've got an hour. Santana will probably be– "

"We can go to my room," Kurt said quickly. "There won't be any noisy roommates there."

Blaine raised his eyebrows at those words. There were no single room dorms on campus that he was aware of, except for Resident Assistants, upperclassmen who were in charge of a hall of younger students. They were given their own room, and the school paid for room and board in return for their services to the hall, dorm, and community as a whole. It was a difficult job to snag because of how much responsibility it entailed.

"You're an R.A.?" Blaine asked, sounding impressed.

Kurt nodded. "Over in Grayson. 4B. The kids on the hall are really great. Last year they were all monsters."

Blaine smiled, a genuine smile, and commented, "I thought about being an R.A. this year, but Anna wanted to get an apartment off campus since they won't let me, her, and Santana share one."

"You'd be great at it," Kurt told him.

"You barely know me, Kurt, aside from how good I am at fucking," Blaine countered. "How do you know if I'd made a good R.A.?"

"Because your funny and kind," Kurt said, looking embarrassed when he realized he was talking out loud. "You manage to be friends with Santana without killing her, and you're giving me a second chance. I'm pretty sure you could handle some crazy kids."

Blaine could feel the heat creeping up his neck at Kurt's words, but he just gave the other man a funny nod. An hour ago he'd thought Kurt was done with him the way they'd both originally agreed to be, but now... everything seemed so different. The Kurt he'd gotten so quickly attached to was right here in front of him, smiling, talking, and being incredible.

"So about going to your place... "Blaine mentioned, trying to sound casual, but he couldn't keep all of the hope from his voice.

"Offer still stands," Kurt said simply. A little cocky smirk tugged at his lips, and something hot trickled down into Blaine's stomach. He might not have a thing for bad boys on the whole, but there was something about having Kurt be rough and rude with him that made him feel like he'd been set on fire. "I've had quite a few dreams about you since Tuesday."

"I've had quite a few boners desperate for your mouth since Tuesday," Blaine retorted, attempting to sound disinterested and off-handed.

Kurt's lower body shifted a bit at his words. "Any chance you can skip out a few minutes earlier?" Kurt questioned with a glance at the clock. "I kind of want you naked and pressed up against me right now."

"Being in a public place didn't stop us last time," Blaine reminded him, closing his laptop and putting it back into his bag. He stood up and shouldered his bag as Kurt circled around to the little swinging door. Kurt gave him a smile then, so bright and wide it made his chest twinge oddly again.

Kurt held out a hand to him, and leaned in to murmur in his ear. "I can't wait to feel you hot and tight around me again."

A pulse of arousal shot through Blaine at his words. With it came the vivid image of Kurt pressed up behind him, his hips slapping against Blaine's ass as they both moaned wantonly.

"As long as I get to be the little spoon," Blaine replied breathlessly, pressing a fleeting kiss to Kurt's cheek.

With one more glance at the clock and the security cameras, Blaine followed Kurt around the desk, flipped the light switch, and pulled the door open. They stepped out into the cold, surprised to find it had started to snow while they were talking inside. It made the chill settling in against his cheeks not seem so harsh, though. There was always something about adding snow to cold weather that seemed to make it warmer to Blaine. Kurt was bouncing at his side, their hands still linked together tightly as Blaine turned to him.

"Lead the way," he said, gesturing towards the walkway. Kurt gave him a shy smile, the same one that kept making his chest feel funny, as he pulled Blaine across the little courtyard towards the south side of campus.

"I'm not on- call tonight, either," Kurt informed him as they turned left onto an icy path. "Rachel and Becca are."

Blaine nodded, slowly angling his steps closer to Kurt's until he could slide his whole arm along the inside of Kurt's. Kurt twisted to look down at him, seeming surprised, but not in a bad way. A big, nervous smile greeted Blaine's movement, and Kurt tightened his grip on Blaine's hand, moving closer until their hips were bumping.

At some point during the ten minute walk their arms ended up around each other's waists instead, but Blaine barely noticed. He was so comfortable being physical with Kurt after Tuesday that, if anything, the proximity only eased the jumpiness he was feeling by actually having a real conversation with the other man. It was surprisingly easy for them to talk and relate, because they seemed to have quite a bit in common.

"– then he slides off the stage and right into the first row!" Kurt exclaimed, sounding mortified. "And I was left standing up there with nobody to duel. It was a nightmare of an opening night."

Blaine laughed softly, and unconsciously let his head drop onto Kurt's shoulder. "I did theatre in high school with Anna. We were the leads in West Side Story my junior year. After all the kissing we had to do we couldn't look each other in the eye for a month."

Kurt laughed at his story, stopping outside the doors to Grayson. Blaine watched him dig into his pocket for his student I.D. card, pulling it out and swiping it in the electronic reader next to the glass doors. The light flashed green and the door swung open slowly.

Blaine followed Kurt into the rush of warm air as the door swung closed behind them. The lobby was bright and cheerful, the walls painted a pale yellow and covered in all sorts of posters and club advertisements. To the left side was a countertop desk that circled around towards the far left wall where the elevators were.

"Kurt! It's about time!" A small, dark haired girl at the desk said loudly. "We're having a movie night– " Her eyes fell on Blaine as he stepped up behind Kurt. "Oh," she faltered, looking surprised. "Who's that?"

"Rachel," Kurt intoned evenly. Blaine shuffled a little closer to his side, pulling his glasses off and wiping the melted snow off of them. "This is Blaine. He's– " They exchanged an uncertain look. "He's a friend."

"Oooh," Rachel squealed, circling around the desk and scampering over. "He is gorgeous, Kurt."

Blaine felt a blush rise to his cheeks as he stuffed his glasses into his pocket. They would only be in the way ten minutes from now, anyway. The girl – Rachel – was staring up at him with big, excited eyes. It was strange for Blaine to have to stare so far down at someone, but she seemed genuinely happy to meet him.

"Been telling your girls about me, have you?" Blaine asked, nudging Kurt gently and sliding his arm around the other man's waist once more.

Kurt's face turned as red as his coat, and Blaine grinned. Two could play the teasing, bad boy game.

"He hasn't shut up about y– "

"Rachel!" Kurt cut in, looking mortified. "Aren't you supposed to be working?"

"I am working," Rachel snapped, flipping her hair dramatically. It smack Blaine in the chin because she was standing so close. "I'm waiting to sign your 'guest'–" she shot Blaine a winning smile "in. I.D.s, please. Hurry up."

Rachel flounced back over to the desk and sat down in the rolling chair. Blaine noticed that she had to tuck her feet under her in order to see over the desk. He smiled at that. It felt good to not being the tiniest person in the room for once.

Blaine pulled his I.D. card out of his bag and handed it off to her as Kurt did the same. They watched her write out their names on the sign-in sheet, and then she looked up, scrutinizing them. "Room number?"

Kurt huffed in exasperation. "Rachel, you spend more time in my room than you do in your own."

"Number or I'm kicking him out," Rachel sang cheerily, waving Kurt's I.D. in front of them.

Kurt snatched it out of her hand at once and Blaine bit his lip to stop himself from laughing as they continued to bicker.

"It's 401," Kurt told her with a scowl.

"See? That wasn't so hard– "

"Shut up, and finish the form– "

With an enormous grin Rachel turned back to Blaine. "Purpose of visit?"

"Rachel– "Kurt started again, but Blaine cut him off.

"I'm here so he can fuck my brains out," Blaine said nonchalantly.

Rachel's mouth fell open, and Blaine leaned down, taking the pen from her limp grip. He spun the binder of paper around and started to write "Here for cock". With a satisfied smile he handed the pen back to the stunned girl. "That fits better in the box. They should make them a bit bigger for sexually charged visits, shouldn't they?"

"I– um– we... " Rachel stammered as Kurt tugged him towards the elevator. It dinged and the doors slid open behind them. Blaine had a final glimpse of Rachel's stunned expression and the sound of another girl's voice shouting from around the corner, "Oh my god, is that him, Rachel?" before the doors closed and the elevator started its ascent.

"I'm quite popular with your fellow R.A.s," Blaine commented slyly. "Been spreading rumors about what an excellent lover I am?"

"Why do I get the feeling you're not pretending to be a jackass like I was?" Kurt asked dryly, tugging Blaine backwards against his chest.

"Aw, do you not like the real me?" Blaine teased, twisting his head to the side and pressing his lips against Kurt's neck. "Do you regret telling all your girls that I'm the best lover you've ever had?"

"God, shut up," Kurt nearly whined. His whine turned into a low groan as Blaine's tongue dipped out and traced up his neck to his jaw line.

"Mmm, you still taste good," Blaine murmured as the elevator shuddered to a stop and the doors opened.

There was a loud squeal, and a girl with bouncy brown curls started hopping up and down in front of them. Blaine torn his lips away from Kurt's neck and stepped out of the elevator. This must have been the other girl he'd heard before the door closed. She was breathing hard, wearing a front desk work shirt, and looking ecstatic. At least he wasn't the only one with noisy girlfriends lurking about.

As Kurt stepped out behind him, the girl darted passed him with another squeal, diving into the elevator as the doors slid closed.

"They are so... so... "

"Adorable?" Blaine supplied, turning around and pulling Kurt's mouth down to his. He kept the pressure light, just slowly brushing his lips over Kurt's as the other man relaxed into him.

"They're unfashionable monsters," Kurt decided, sighing into Blaine's mouth.

"They're better than Santana," Blaine argued. He slanted his lips back over Kurt's mouth, sighing blissfully at the dry, pleasant pressure, the faint buzz starting to hum under his skin. "Take me to your room, babe."

Kurt stumbled backwards down the left hall, Blaine staggering after him and trying to stay as close to Kurt's chest as possible. They slammed backwards against Kurt's door, mouths connected in a heated kiss. Blaine groaned as their teeth clashed, his tongue flicking out to tracing over Kurt's lower lip. Against his hip he could already feel Kurt growing hard, and he arched into it, rolling his hips teasingly along Kurt's thigh.

"Fuck, Blaine," Kurt whispered, fumbling for the I.D. card he'd put back into his pocket. Blaine pulled his mouth away long enough to let Kurt find it, loving the dazed look in Kurt's eyes. The door clicked open a moment later and they tumbled into the room. As soon as Kurt regained his balance, Blaine found himself pinned back against the door, forcing it to slam closed. He heard the noise echo down the long hallway outside, but then Kurt's mouth was covering his once more and he forgot to care.

Strong hands were cupping his ass as he arching into Kurt again, pushing the red coat off the other man's shoulders hurriedly.

"I can't wait to be inside you," Kurt growled, letting go and stepping back so they could undress more easily.

As quickly as Blaine could he pulled his coat off, toed out of his shoes, and pulled both his button up and sweater over his head. Kurt was down to an undershirt by then, and Blaine was slightly grateful he hadn't had to undress Kurt. The buttons on that shirt looked entirely too complicated.

Kurt dropped down onto the bed to pull his knee high boots off, and Blaine settled down into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around Kurt's neck and rocking slowly. He couldn't believe how overwhelmed he felt right now, how much he'd missed being this close to Kurt. Because he could at least admit that. He loved the sensations that whirled through him when they were together like this, even if he didn't want to understand the strange tugging in his chest.

Kurt's hands settled on his ass once more, and Blaine tugged at the hem of his undershirt, pulling it up over Kurt's head and tossing it to the floor. With a little push Kurt laid back, tracing his hands up and down Blaine's sides, not pressing or clawing like last time, but simply touching, mapping out the knots of taut muscle and the softer patches of skin over his ribs. Blaine keened softly, arching his back and rolling his hips in Kurt's lap. The movement caused their jeans to snag on each other, forcing the rough material to rub against his already aching cock.

"Take me from behind," Blaine panted, dropping onto the bedspread next to Kurt and undoing his jeans. He kicked them and his underwear off, rolling away from Kurt so that the other man had a clear view of his ass. A sharp intake of breath greeted his display and he reached behind himself for Kurt's hand, pulling it down and forcing it to grab one of his ass cheeks.

Blaine moaned as Kurt's fingers tightened, kneading and rolling his ass as Blaine reached for his swollen cock.

"God, your ass is so nice," Kurt breathed. Blaine jolted when he felt Kurt's warm breath against the area a second later. A lingering kiss was pressed to the base of his spine and then one on each cheek as Kurt's fingers started to gently massage his ass. "Lube's in the drawer," Kurt murmured as he held Blaine's ass cheeks apart and circled the puckered skin with his tongue.

With a shout Blaine writhed as Kurt's tongue dipped inside of him, then went back to circling his hole, alternating between light swipes and wet, firm pressure. Kurt's left arm snaked under Blaine's side, circling around his waist and stilling the jerky movement of his hips.

It took him several more moments to process what Kurt had said. Once he realized the implication of the words Blaine rolled onto his stomach enough to grab the night-stand drawer handle and yank it open. He fished around inside, pausing to moan as Kurt's tongue thrust into him suddenly, and his hand finally closed over the slim bottle.

"Fast," Blaine breathed desperately, forcing the bottle into Kurt's right hand. "Don't wanna wait."

Kurt moaned as he pulled his tongue out, and the vibration of it against his ass made Blaine keen loudly. The hand looped around his waist twisted some, catching his aching cock and starting to slowly stroke him as Kurt popped the bottle open. Blaine turned his upper body enough to help Kurt lube up the fingers of his right hand and then tangled the same hand into Kurt's hair. As Kurt's slick fingers started to slip over his hole, Kurt's mouth dropped to Blaine's hip, sucking and nibbling over where the bone jutted out.

His head was spinning as the first finger thrust into him. Blaine was pretty sure he was moaning long and low, but between the finger thrusting in and out of his ass and the tight fist around his cock he could barely think because of the euphoria swirling through him.

The fact that it had only been three days since they'd first done this didn't seem to matter to his body. It felt like he'd spent months and months of lonely nights jerking himself raw since then. A second finger slid in with the first as Kurt's lips trailed up his side to his ribs. For a moment he was tempted to start up their usual snarky banter, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. It seemed out of place right now, and he couldn't explain why except that the silence, only punctuated by their moans, seemed more real to him. Everything about what they were doing felt more natural and personal when they weren't arguing or trying to best each other, just enjoying the other's company in a way that felt more meaningful.

Kurt's lips finally made it over his shoulder and up to his neck. The firm suction of his lips made Blaine jerk roughly against Kurt's hold. Then a third finger started sliding in, stretching the ring of muscles out as Kurt's teeth settled on Blaine's ear lobe.

Blaine whimpered loudly at the tug, and rolled his hips back against the fingers slowly stretching him.

"Are you ready for my cock?" Kurt asked, his hips bucking roughly against Blaine's ass. The rough material of Kurt's jeans rubbed against him as Kurt told him to grab a condom from the drawer. Blaine rolled towards the night-stand once more as Kurt's fingers pulled out and he was left clenching at the cool air. He whined as he felt the bed shift. Quickly Blaine dug a packet of condoms out and ripped one open.

He rolled over to find Kurt naked and stripping his socks off. Blaine passed Kurt the condom, sighing happily as he watched the other man roll it down his cock and then start to lube himself up. Kurt dropped down onto his side next to him, his arm sliding back into place around Blaine's hips, his hand taking hold of his cock. Blaine pulled Kurt's mouth down to his as he turned his hips back onto his side. It took them a few moments of slow, deep kissing and shifting about before their positions lined up.

Their lips broke apart as Blaine felt the blunt tip of Kurt's cock slide between his cheeks and nudge at his aching hole.

"Mmm," Blaine groaned, clutching at the bedspread and arching back against him. "Fuck me."

Kurt's hips pushed forward, his hipbones pressing against Blaine's ass as he slowly thrust in. "God, you feel better than I remember," Kurt gasped, easing out and thrusting in a little deeper.

The movement made Blaine slide up the bed a little, and he moaned weakly, tilting his hips a little more towards the bed and raising his right leg up to give Kurt more room as he pushed in completely. Unlike last time, Kurt stilled then, giving him several moments to adjust to the burning stretch.

"Kiss me," Blaine requested, craning his head around until their mouths connected. He sucked gently at Kurt's lips, then dipped his tongue into the other man's mouth, curling it around Kurt's. As Kurt thrust his tongue along Blaine's, his hips started to move and his left hand started to pump Blaine's cock.

Blaine groaned, arching his ass back and rocking his hips into Kurt's deep thrusts. The arch made the angle perfect, and Kurt's cock pressed against his prostate, making him rip his mouth away from Kurt's to cry out.

"Are you going to scream for me again?" Kurt whispered, jerking his hips a little harder, his right hand sliding over Blaine's thigh and holding it up. "I love it when you do."

In response, Blaine whined loudly and clamped his mouth back over Kurt's, his panting, searing breaths brushing over Kurt's swollen lips as Kurt slammed his hips up hard and then stilled, grinding himself against Blaine's ass as they continued to kiss.

When Kurt's hips started to move once more, Blaine shut his eyes and sighed in bliss, letting Kurt turn his torso completely onto his side and pressing his sweaty chest against Blaine's back.

"Fuck me," Blaine pleaded, tangling his fingers into Kurt's hair and forcing the other man's mouth against his shoulder.

The position reminded him of the night in the library when he'd stood up and wrapped his arms around Kurt's neck and started to fuck back onto his cock. At the same time it felt completely different, less rushed and desperate, more intimate when Kurt was sucking on his skin and murmuring words Blaine couldn't understand.

"Harder," Blaine encouraged, arching his head back and turning in so that his mouth was against Kurt's ear. Kurt's hips moved faster, his hipbones slapping wetly against Blaine's ass as his fist tightened around Blaine's cock and matched the tempo of his hips. "Oh, fuck, Kurt," Blaine bellowed, squeezing his eyes shut at the sudden rush coursing through him.

Kurt's groans were muffled as he bit down on Blaine's shoulder, but his hips kept surging forward, hard, fast, and perfect. As Blaine's cock throbbed and heat twisted low in his stomach he held onto Kurt tighter as he started to come. It felt even better than he remembered, tightening around Kurt's cock and bucking against his hold as his come spilled over Kurt's fist.

A moment later Kurt followed him, slamming into him one last time with a broken howl of pleasure. They continued to twitch and jerk against each other for a few minutes, panting as they came down together. Blaine turned his upper body, feeling Kurt start to ease out of him, as he stroked the other man's cheek and kissed him softly.

"Hi," Kurt mumbled, pulling his arm free from under Blaine and sinking down on top of him.

Blaine simply smiled up at him, because he didn't trust himself to speak. His chest was doing that thing again – where it felt too full of joy and pain all at once. He didn't know what to call it, and he couldn't decide if he wanted Anna to be right or not. If she was right then he was falling in love, something he'd never done before and had never wanted to. If it was true it had been way too easy. So easy he hadn't even noticed it was happening until he couldn't stop it. It had been so simple that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing if it was true.

He wrapped his arms around Kurt's chest and held him close, not knowing what the fluttering inside of him meant, or why the ache lessened as Kurt sighed dreamily and kissed his neck.

"I really love fucking you from behind," Kurt informed him.

Blaine hummed quietly. "A personal favorite. I love feeling your hips smack against my ass. Saves you the trouble of spanking me."

Kurt laughed softly and turned to look up at him. "You're... you're really something special."

Blaine stiffened at his words, because they were so vague and nervous in tone he had no idea what they meant. A small part of him soared though, because maybe if he was falling in love it would be okay if Kurt was, too.

Kurt didn't seem to expect a reply to his admission, but he curled himself more tightly around Blaine, showering his neck and cheek with sweet little kisses that made Blaine's stomach swoop. Finally he could place the feeling he felt when he was with Kurt: adored, worshipped, cherished.

Other fuck buddies and one-night stands, even boyfriends, had been all about sex and groping, but once they had both come they'd rolled over and fallen asleep by themselves. With Kurt he had a warm body pressed against him, a sense of calm and safety while his strong arms were wrapped around him.

"You're pretty special yourself, Kurt," Blaine said after a moment, kissing the other man on the forehead.

A huge grin took over Kurt's face, and even in the darkness of Kurt's dorm room Blaine could swear it shined like a beacon. His chest – heart, he corrected himself – gave another twang as they snuggled closer together and drifted off to sleep.

When Kurt woke up the next morning it was to the sound of a door slamming shut out in the hallway. He rolled his eyes at the noise, because even though he'd lived in a dorm for three years now, any loud sound like that woke him up instantly. He burrowed his face into the warmth against his cheek and made to hug his pillow tighter. But the warmth object beneath him raised up several inches and Kurt started, whipping his head up to find himself staring at Blaine.

The man from the library, both front desk worker and the one who played and sang at the coffee shop attached to the enormous building. Blaine Anderson, the talented musician who had written all of the piano music for their original play last spring, but that Kurt had always been to scared to approach. He smiled at the sleeping man, running his fingers through the wild, tangled curls on his forehead and snuggled back down against his chest.

This was definitely not how he'd planned for them to get to know each other, though he'd had countless plans for the occasion that he'd never put into motion. It wasn't exactly easy for him to introduce himself to the man he'd been secretly in love with for almost a year. The man he'd been watching from afar ever since that fateful night during finals week last fall. His desperation to find some way to talk to Blaine had definitely contributed to his agreement with Santana, because she'd confirmed the one thing he had been positive about. He wasn't Blaine's type and if he'd wanted any sort of chance, long or short term, he'd have to pretend to be what she'd said would catch Blaine's eye.

Now after the fallout they'd had on Tuesday, Kurt realized just how wrong Santana had been, but part of him still didn't believe any of this was real. He'd presented the real him to Blaine and instead of being turned away like he'd feared for so long, Blaine had seemed to like him, had still wanted him. That was more than he'd ever hoped for, and even if they were – friends? fuck buddies? – whatever they were he was content with it.

Just having Blaine for a little while would be worth it, Kurt reasoned. It's wasn't as though being in love with a guy had ever been a good thing for him before. First Finn, his first crush turned step-brother. Then another friend, Sam, the following year, who had also been hopelessly straight. Tom his freshmen year boyfriend, who had actually been gay, but had had no interest other than blowjobs and sex.

Since then Kurt had stopped trying to find the romance he longed for and had instead settled on casual dating, which usually led to sex. At least until Santana had presented her offer, and now he and Blaine were... well, they were something. Kurt hoped it was something meaningful and real, even if they only ended up friends.

He stayed where he was, curled into Blaine's side and watching him sleep until there was a loud knock on the door. Surprised, Kurt sat up slowly and glanced at the clock. It was just after nine o'clock on a Saturday morning. That ruled out pretty much all of the kids on his hall, because only two of them woke up before eleven on the weekends and they both had some sort of sports practice until brunch started at ten.

Blaine groaned and rolled with him as Kurt tried to pull himself out of bed to answer the door. As he was untangling himself the person knocked again, louder this time, and since he was making very little progress extracting himself from Blaine's grasp, he called out instead.

"Who is it?"

"Kurt? It's me and Carole," his father hollered through the door. "You wanna let us in? I know we're a little early, but– "

"Just give me a few minutes to get dressed!" Kurt cut in, a feeling dread filling him. He'd completely forgotten that his father and step-mother were coming to visit him this weekend. His birthday was on Monday and they'd come up to celebrate with him over the weekend. Blaine's hand tugged him back across the bed.

"Blaine," Kurt hissed. "Blaine, wake up!" He punctuated the last word with a sharp smack to Blaine's chest.

The other man yelped and bolted up, blurry-eyed, his hair a tangled, crazy mess. "Wa's goin' on?"

"My... my dad and step-mom are here," Kurt said bracingly. "I forgot they were coming this weekend. They're waiting outside– "

"Hey, Kurt, you wanna hurry up?" Burt called through the door. "I know you're particular about your appearance and all, but I could really use a bathroom."

"Just a minute!" Kurt replied, eyes wild. Oh, god. There was only one place to hide Blaine and that was in the bathroom. His wardrobe was stuffed to the point of over flowing and under the bed was the same way. Containers full of pants, shoes, and extra school supplies were stacked three high and three deep under his bed. There was nothing else to it, just grin and bear it as his father came in and pieced together what they'd been doing together last night.

"Get dressed," Kurt demanded, getting off the bed and digging a pair of pajama bottoms from his chest of drawers. He bent down and grabbed Blaine's pants. "Quick. There isn't anywhere to hide, so– "

"I wasn't gonna hide," Blaine yawned, taking his jeans from Kurt and pulling them on. "We're both adults, Kurt. It's not against the lawful for us to have sex with each other."

"I know, but– my Dad– "

"Kurt!" The fist pounded on the door again.

"Open it," Blaine encouraged, walking around the bed and pulling his button-up shirt from the pile.

Kurt bit his lip, hesitant to move across the room to the door. But when his father's voice rang out again he realized he had no choice. Prolonging the awkward meeting would only make things worse. He shuffled over to the door, cast a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure Blaine's shirt was on, and pulled the door open.

Immediately he was pulled into a warm embrace that smelled of motor oil and cologne. Automatically he hugged his father back, smiling despite the fact that he'd be getting chewed out in less than a minute.

"Hey, bud. How've you been?" Burt asked gruffly, releasing him. He held Kurt at arm's length, examining him. "You're looking good."

Carole bustled in behind him, and pulled him into her arms. "Oh, we've missed you," she gushed. "The house is too quiet without you and Finn around."

Kurt smiled as she let him go, and turned back to his father, ready for the embarrassment he was already feeling. Burt was staring fixedly over Kurt's shoulder and with a gulp Kurt started to explain. "Dad, Carole, this is– "

"Blaine Anderson," Blaine greeted, stepping up beside him with his hand extended. Kurt was surprised by the bold move, because even he didn't like to approach his father when his expression was that frigid.

Nervously Kurt watched their eyes meet, Burt's green and protective, Blaine's a hopeful, warm hazel. Slowly Burt clasped Blaine's hand and gave it a firm shake.

"Burt Hummel," he grunted, squeezing tighter. Kurt rolled his eyes in exasperation because he knew exactly what his father was trying to do. Intimidate, scare, destroy. Blaine didn't flinch under his hard stare or as the grip on his hand became unbearably tight.

"Dad," Kurt said bitingly. "Didn't you have to go to the bathroom?"

"What? Oh, right."

Burt let go of Blaine's hand abruptly and stomped off to the bathroom.

As soon as the bathroom door snapped shut Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and looked it over. "Is your hand okay?"

"It's fine, Kurt," Blaine said simply, pulling it free. He flexed his fingers a few times, then looked towards the bathroom. "That wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be."

Kurt smiled a little, and turned away from him, only to find Carole watching them. She had a big, fond smile on her face as she introduced herself to Blaine.

"Carole Hudson-Hummel," she said. Then she nodded towards the bathroom. "He's really just a big teddy bear once you get to know him."

Blaine smiled charmingly and nodded at her words. "My brother's the same way." He glanced at the clock. "I should get going soon. I work at eleven and I don't want to show up in the same clothes as last night."

Kurt agreed quickly. "I'd refuse to talk to you until after you changed."

The toilet flushed behind them and a few minutes later Burt emerged, still trying to look threatening. If Kurt hadn't been so fond of his father he would have smacked him. "Are we going to breakfast, then?" he asked instead, trying to get his father to stop glaring daggers at Blaine.

"Huh? Yeah, sure," Burt said after a moment's pause. "How about you go with us, Blaine."

"Dad, Blaine has work at eleven," Kurt said quickly. He was surprised to find Blaine's hand sliding into his, but he welcomed the comforting grip. Carole seemed to think it meant something besides a friend reassuring a friend, though, if the expression on her face was anything to go by.

"You work, huh? That's a lot on top of college," Burt acknowledged.

"I've got to pay my rent and tuition somehow," Blaine admitted. "I cover most of it between the library and playing at the coffee shop and a few places around town. My brother and Mom help with the rest."

Kurt smirked at Blaine's words, because he knew at the very least his father was impressed by that. Kurt hadn't even managed to work one job because of how busy his major kept him. He knew music majors were just as busy between the eight or nine different classes they took a semester, all of the concerts, practice time, and then solo auditions and performances. On top of that Blaine spent his free time performing around campus and town, and working several days a week at the library. He was nothing if not organized and on top of things.

Burt nodded at Blaine, and Kurt was just hoping he'd be able to get Blaine out of there before the real questions started, but luck wasn't on his side today.

"You two dating?" Burt asked.

At his side, Blaine shifted a little, and glanced at him.

"We're... "Kurt began, but then he stopped. At the moment he really had no idea where they stood.

"We're friends," Blaine finished, letting go of Kurt's hand.

"Friends," Burt echoed, watching them both closely, his eyes shifting briefly to the tangled mess on top of Kurt's bed. "Friends who have s– "

"Okay," Carole cut in loudly. "We don't want to hold you up, Blaine. Go on, sweetheart."

Kurt shot her a grateful look. He helped Blaine gather his things and pull on his coat, then ushered him towards the door. Both Carole and Burt were watching them, Burt with a guarded expression and Carole looking like she was about to explode from happiness.

Quickly Kurt pulled Blaine into a tight hug, and whispered into his ear. "It was fun."

He felt Blaine nodded against his cheek and before he realized it Blaine was pulled back enough to kiss him softly on the mouth. "I'll get your phone number from Santana so we can meet up again," Blaine murmured so that only he could hear. "Maybe tonight?"

"Sounds great," Kurt said faintly, blushing as Blaine stepped back and pulled the door open.

He turned to wave at Burt and Carole. "It was nice meeting you both."

"I'm sure we'll see you again soon," Carole nearly squealed, not even trying to cover up the enormous grin stretching across her face.

With a final wave Blaine disappeared down the hallway. Kurt closed the door quietly and prepared himself for the worst.

"He's very handsome," Carole said immediately. "How did you two meet?"

Kurt spun around slowly, still blushing. "At the library," he said simply. It wouldn't be a good idea to mention that'd he'd been pretending to a complete dick and had followed Blaine around that evening, touching him every chance he got. That definitely wouldn't sit well with his father.

"He seems very sweet," Carole mentioned, nudging Burt with her elbow. "Doesn't he, Burt?"

Burt grunted. "Yeah, he's... nice, I guess."

"Dad," Kurt warned, and Burt held up his hands defensively.

"What? I come down for your birthday weekend and you've got some guy in your room," Burt retorted. "You do remember what I told you back in high school, don't you? That you matter, Kurt, 'cause you still do. Even more so n– "

"Dad, I know," Kurt sighed, shuffling over to his wardrobe and picking an outfit. "Blaine's very... he's a good guy. And yeah, we're sort of friends with... well, benefits, but... I think there's more there. I hope there's more to it for him."

Burt sighed and dropped down onto the bed. "How long?"

"How long what?" Kurt echoed as he moved towards the bathroom.

"Don't play stupid, Kurt, I know that look," Burt chided. "You're in l– really into this guy. The same way you always are. I just... I don't want to see you get hurt again. That's all."

Kurt bowed his head and turned to push the bathroom door open. "I can't stop myself from feeling how I feel. There's no guarantee it'll end badly this time."

"There's no guarantee you won't get your heart broken either."

Kurt said nothing in reply, because part of him couldn't help but agree with his father's words. He hoped they were wrong, but if the last six years had taught him anything it was to come into any relationship with the expectation of heartache. Come in and get as much from it as you could before it all crumbled to dust, because there was no certainty that Blaine would ever love him back.

Kurt slipped into the bathroom to shower and dress, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. Nobody had ever loved him back before. He shouldn't let his hopes get up so much, but for once he couldn't seem to control it. Something was different this time. Kurt couldn't name what it was exactly, but there was more than just sex and a good time happening. He was certain of it.