When Blaine woke up hours later he had a pillow clutched to his chest and Kurt's warm body was no longer pressed against his back. He rolled over slowly and stared up at the ceiling for several minutes. He felt better than he had in days even though he still felt a little weaker than usual. Kurt must have gone to check on his hall if the streets had been cleared enough. Or Cooper and Santana might be terrorizing him in the living room. Blaine groaned at the thought. Those two were a nightmare when they tag teamed him like they were now.

There was a sudden, sharp knock on the door and it was pushed open quickly. Cooper practically leapt into the room, a wide grin on his face. He paused a few feet away from the bed, planted his feet apart and pointed dramatically down at Blaine.

"Hey, champ, you've got a re-scheduled concert Thursday night," Cooper greeted.

" 'kay," Blaine mumbled, yawning loudly and rolling onto his side to watch Cooper prance around the bedroom. "What time?"

"Seven, as long as you're feeling up to it," Cooper said, flopping backwards onto Blaine's knees and twisting to eye him carefully. "Judging by the fantastic sex I heard last night I'd say you're more than up for it."

"Mmm," Blaine agreed, which made Cooper glare at him.

"Oh, no, don't you think for a second you're getting out of details, Blainers," Cooper declared, jabbing Blaine in the nose with his finger. "Santana and Kurt are off meeting some Blueberry-Cherry chick, so you're giving me all the goods."

"You mean Rachel– "

"Don't change the subject!" Cooper hollered, pointing Blaine in the face again. "Details!"

"Stop poking me in the face, you – "

"Tell me– "

Blaine grabbed Cooper's finger as it narrowed in on his face again. He used his grip on it to twist Cooper's arm away, but then Cooper collapsed on his stomach.

"Ouch! You're such a dick!"

"Fortunate, really, seeing how much you love a good one," Cooper retorted, tugging his finger free and managing to pin Blaine down expertly.

Blaine squirmed in protest, but he could already feel himself tiring out. As a last resort he spat in his older brother's face which made Cooper screech in his ear, but thankfully get off his chest.

"That is so rude," Cooper informed him, wiping his face on his sleeve. "Kurt might be up for having your spit all over his body, but I'm not."

They both spent a few minutes sorting themselves out, but finally Cooper took over what Blaine had started calling "Kurt's side", sitting up against the headboard and tugging Blaine up to join him.

"So when you are going to tell him?" Cooper asked him, musing up Blaine's hair.

"Ugh, stop," Blaine griped, swatting Cooper's hands away. He sat up a little more and looked over. Cooper was giving him that smile, the one that meant he knew way too much about what this conversation was discussing. "Tell who what?"

"Don't be an idiot," Cooper chided, reaching out to mess Blaine's hair up some more, but Blaine glared fiercely at him and Cooper's hand dropped to his side. "When are you going to stop being stupid and tell Kurt that you're in love with him?"

"I– what– that's absurd– I'm not– "

"Are too, you liar," Cooper cut in, and Blaine nearly growled as he was poked in the face again. "It's written all over both of your faces."

Blaine stared hard at the blankets, willing himself to relax. He was terrified of the thought, because after what had happened to their parents he'd sworn he'd never fall for anyone. After what had happened to Cooper over and over he'd re-doubled his efforts to not fall in love, but here he was now. Head over heels for Kurt, and Cooper just had to notice.

"I am not in love," Blaine insisted. "We're just– "

"Fuck buddies?" Cooper supplied. "Only because you're both to daft to admit to anything."

"He doesn't have anything to admit to," Blaine argued. He couldn't bring himself to say there was nothing he needed to get off his chest, though, because Cooper was right, at least partially. One of them was in love. Even if he was terrified of ever admitting it to Kurt, he knew it was true.

"Uh huh, sure." Cooper sighed heavily, and leaned back against the headboard, watching him carefully. Look, I get it. You're scared. After what Mama and Dad went through, and then my relationship history... I get it, okay?"

"Then let this go," Blaine demanded. "I can't fall in love. It'll jsut fall apart and make me miserable like all of you."

Cooper suddenly looked offended. "Hey, do I look miserable? Sure, I had my heart broken, but I'm happy with me now. Mama and Dad are a lot happier apart than they were when you were little. Just– this guy, Kurt, he's really great."

"He's everything," Blaine whispered, drawing his knees up to his chest. "Fuck, I can't– I don't know what to do."

"Tell him the truth, duh," Cooper said, rolling his eyes as he slung his arm around Blaine's shoulders and pulled him to his side. "He's worth it. I've only known him for a few days and even I can see that."

"Until it falls apart," Blaine mumbled. "Same way it did with them, same way it did with you. It won't last. These things never do."

"For someone who loves to make Adele covers you really don't listen to her lyrics," Cooper commented.

It threw Blaine off for a moment and he glanced up from his knees to find Cooper giving him an exasperated look.

"Sometimes it lasts in love," Cooper sang, emphasizing his words with another poke to the face.

Blaine was quick to counter. "And sometimes it hurts instead."

"Exactly," Cooper said. "It hurt for me, and it hurt for Mama and Dad. Why can't it last for you and Kurt since it didn't last for any of us?"

"I– " Blaine stared up at Cooper for a long moment, then closed his mouth. Did Cooper have a point for once? What if it did blow up in his face like it had with them?

"Close your eyes," Cooper decided suddenly. "You're such a pain in the ass, I swear."

"I am not," Blaine said crossly. "I might have a pain in my ass on occasion, but– "

"Yeah, yeah, close your damn eyes," Cooper snapped. "Now, what did you dream about last night?"

"Uh," Blaine thought for a minute, trying to recall anything. "I was a giant koala bear? Or living on one."

"Right, so something with a koala," Cooper acknowledged. "And what did you eat for dinner?"

"Grilled cheese and soup."

"Favorite color?"

"Blue," Blaine answered, falling into the simple rhythm of questions.

"Shoe size?"

"Ten."

"Person you want to spend the rest of your life with?"

"Kurt."

Blaine's eyes snapped open to find Cooper grinning at him triumphantly. "Not fair," Blaine argued, grasping at anything he could think of. "You- you tricked me or– "

"Did not," Cooper retorted. "Just tell him. I mean, yeah, maybe it won't last forever, but won't it – won't he be worth it while it does?"

Blaine stayed silence after that, his vision becoming unfocused as he mulled over his brother's words. He didn't have to answer that question for Cooper to know what his response would be. Kurt was worth so much more than he could ever hope to give the other man.

Little did Blaine know that Kurt was being forced into a similar conversation on the far side of campus.

Kurt glared at the two women blocking the door of his dorm room. He'd thought it was suspicious that Santana was so adamant to come over to his hall with him, especially when it meant dealing directly with Rachel, but he hadn't been wary enough. The two of them had started acting like best friends the moment he'd signed Santana in at the desk and come upstairs.

"Move," he ordered in exasperation, but much to his surprise the two of them linked their arms together and shook their heads. "You're being ridiculous!" Kurt nearly shouted, finally giving in to the urge to wave his arms around.

"Oh, no, Former-Teen Gay," Santana said, a fierce look of determination in her eyes. "Me and Berry are staging an Blainervention."

"A what?" he demanded, dropping his hands onto his hips and growling in frustration. "That isn't even a word."

"It is so," Rachel argued, jutting her chin out. "You're so in love with him you can't even see it, so we're going to make you."

"Don't be stupid," Kurt stated. He stared guiltily down at his boots and some of his fire died down. "I'm completely aware of how much he means to me."

A loud, squealing shriek echoed around the room, and he looked up in time to see Rachel bouncing up and down and Santana tugging her arm free as though the enthusiasm might be contagious.

"Then why isn't he aware of it?" Santana persisted, strutting forward and grabbing his chin when he tried to look away again.

Kurt yanked his face out of her grasp and glared at her. "Because I'm not his type."

A moment later Kurt had dived backwards as Santana's hand came towards his face – or tried to. Rachel had leapt forward and caught her wrist just in time to stop the slap.

"Santana, don't hit him! Abuse isn't going to give him brains. If anything it will only knock out whatever is left."

Kurt shot his fellow RA a condescending little sneer as he stood back up. Santana looked furious at his words.

"All right, let's get a few things straight," she began heatedly. "You are exactly his type even if I didn't know it at the time, otherwise I would have set you two idiots up ages ago. Secondly, don't you dare belittle yourself while I'm in the room, and whether or not you're his type doesn't change the fact that he is absolutely in love with you."

Kurt opened his mouth to vehemently deny her last words, his face flushing hot at the thought.

"Don't even try and tell me he's not, because he is," Santana said sharply. "You two are so adorable it's sickening."

The room was quiet for a few minutes. Santana freed herself from Rachel's hold and Kurt, feeling unnerved, stared down at his feet. There was no way she was right. Nobody had ever fallen for him in return. The very idea that Blaine might even like him beyond sex both thrilled and terrified him. It meant there was a chance for Kurt after all, a possibly of a promise for real romance and even love.

"She's right," Rachel said, stepping up to his side and taking his left hand between both of hers. "Even that first night he came to here with you I saw it. Maybe you think he always smiles like that, but I've only seen him smile like that with you. "

Kurt's heart jumped at her words, and he tried to think back, to remember the first time he'd seen Blaine. Last year in the on-campus cafe, taking the stage with his guitar and a bar stool. Just the sight of him had made Kurt do a double take, and while the smile Blaine have given the people gathered had been charming and toothy it was nothing like the ones Kurt recalled in recent memory. It's brightness hadn't radiated from inside Blaine or made his eyes light up and glow. It had stolen Kurt's breath away, but it hadn't given it back like Blaine's smile did now.

He wasn't sure how Rachel had caught that when she'd only hung out with the man a handful of times, but now that she'd said it, he could see what she meant. There was something there, something that was more than just a thrill from having a great sexual partner.

"Oh, now he gets it," Santana grumbled, watching the little grin that took over Kurt's features. "It's about fucking time one of you figured it out."

"I– but how do I– "Kurt stammered in embarrassment, falling silent as his face burned hot again.

Santana huffed in annoyance. "Really? Have you seriously never told someone you're in love with them before? Just spit it out."

Kurt glared her, because she damn well knew how badly things had gone for him back in high school with the first gay guy he'd ever come close to being in a relationship with. He'd gotten over the embarrassment from that evening a few years ago, but that didn't stop the thought from still stinging. It also meant he had no good experiences to go on for something like this.

"Look, Blaine's a pretty straight forward guy. Just tell him while you two are all cuddled up or something," Rachel suggested.

"I– I'll think about it and figure something out," Kurt decided. "I don't want to rush it."

"God, he's going to end up figuring it out by the time you open your damn mouth," Santana said flatly. She walked over to the door and pulled it open. "Come on, let's go meet those Anderdudes for lunch."

Kurt nodded and followed them out. Yes, he was definitely going to have to make a move now. If only to get Santana off his back about it.

Santana was the last to enter the apartment an hour later. While the snow had stopped a few days ago, and most of it had been cleared it still wasn't completely cleared on back where they lived. It ended up adding an extra twenty minutes to their walk from the bus stop, but considering the progress they'd made with Kurt she considered it well worth it.

Rachel and Kurt stripped off their scarves and boots and headed into the kitchen where Blaine was pulling their lunch out of the oven. Cooper spotted her and immediately headed over.

"How'd it go?" he whispered as the other gathered around and started grabbing plates.

Santana shrugged. "He basically figured it out with one helpful little shove. I did almost slap him stupider, though. What about McHobbit?"

"I think he got the point," Cooper told her as he hung up her scarf. "Hopefully they'll make a damn move now."

As Santana kicked her boots off and glanced across the room to where Blaine was feeding Kurt a forkful of lasagna she hoped the same. Sometimes she might be a complete bitch and pretend like she didn't care, but the way Kurt and Blaine looked at each other reminded her of how Brittany had once looked at her. It made her heart ache a little because of what she'd lost, but she also knew how incredible it could feel. Maybe they could make it work where she hadn't.