Kurt laid there silently, barely able to think straight.

            Blaine, the lead singer of the Warblers, Blaine, the guy he’d only met a few months ago, Blaine, the guy he’d been crushing on since the first second they’d met.

            Was sleeping less than a foot away from him.

            Okay, so maybe when he’d volunteered to let Blaine crash at Kurt’s house, his intentions weren’t entirely pure hearted, but he didn’t know he wouldn’t be able to sleep because of the damn guy in his bed.

            But Kurt could hear every breath of the other boy, could feel the rustle of the sheets against his feet when Blaine moved. Kurt was sure no sleep would come to him when he was listening for each sleepy mumble.

            Sure, Blaine was so pissed, more than Kurt could imagine being, and sure, Blaine had made out with Rachel and God-only-knows-who-else, but it kind of made this whole awful night better with this gorgeous boy laying so close. Kurt let his eyes drift over the dark curls, now let go from the mounds of gel; the adorable little triangles of eyebrows; the jawline; the neck; and down all the way to the bottom of his shirt, which had ridden up to reveal hipbones that made Kurt blush. He almost chastised himself for taking advantage of all Blaine’s sleeping glory, and then he saw the abs.

            Suddenly, Blaine shifted over, rolling towards Kurt. Blaine turned, and Kurt realized Blaine was the little spoon and his shoulder blades lightly grazed Kurt’s chest, where Kurt’s breath faltered. They were so close together. Kurt could’ve sworn his heartbeat might’ve woken Blaine up.

            Resisting the urge to put his arm around Blaine and cuddle him, Kurt sneakily moved forward the tiniest bit, moving his chest to Blaine’s back. They breathed together, in long sighs, and finally, Kurt was asleep as well.

            Blaine was so, so groggy.

            His head was still hazy from the night before (oh God, what had he done?!) but the cloud surrounding him wasn’t from the alcohol or the massive impending headache. He was surrounded by Kurt, Kurt’s scent, and ohmyGod how could that be?

            It took him a minute to realize that the pillow wasn’t his and the comforter was way too soft, and his nose was nestled against something soft, and another moment to actually open his eyes (he didn’t want to wake up have all of this Kurt smell be just, like, a jacket or something lame).

            Oh, no.

            Oh, yes.

            Blaine had opened his eyes to a rather gorgeous sight indeed. Kurt was asleep, his eyelids lightly shut, and his hair managing to look perfect at 6:32 AM, according to the alarm clock beside the bed.

            Oh wait. That wasn’t his alarm clock. Was he in Kurt’s bed as well?

            Blaine guessed so. But that wasn’t his top priority, with his face right against Kurt’s pajama collar. Blaine wondered if both of their subconscious minds had planned to end up like this. He could feel Kurt’s warm hand on his hip and Kurt’s chin lightly rested on his head, and their feet were wrapped together in the sheets.

            They hadn’t even kissed yet and Blaine could feel the intimacy of being tangled with Kurt taking his breath away.

            Blaine realized that if Kurt woke up to this, to being tangled up in Blaine, that Kurt might see it and think Blaine had done this on purpose. Maybe Kurt would be weirded out and think Blaine was trying to come onto him in his sleep or that Blaine was some creep or-

            Blaine couldn’t let that happen. Any of it. With all his talk of just wanting friendship between the two of them, Blaine knew that he was completely in love with Kurt Hummel. But he didn’t want Kurt to think he was making anything weird or breaking a friendship or getting way too comfy or if that’s how he was around all friends?

Blaine knew that his heart wouldn’t beat this fast this close to just a friend.

            So Blaine took one last sniff of Kurt and pulled away, bundling up his sheets around him to shut out the rising sun.