Blaine sat motionlessly on his bed staring at his genetics book laying flat open on his silky brown comforter Kurt had bought him for christmas the recent year. “I don’t understand any of this!” He groaned in frustration as he ran his fingers through his dark brown curls. He pulled out his iPhone from his pocket and looked at the screensaver: a blurry picture of him and his girlfriend, taken at an amusement park a few months ago. He unlocked his phone with a simple four digit combination of “5878” (chosen simply because it was easy to remember) and sent a text to his best friend of nearly 12 years.
“Hey Kurt. wanna help me study 4 the science quiz on monday???-B”

Seconds later he got his reply.

“Sure. I’ll be there in 20. :) -K”

Blaine sighed deeply and nearly threw his phone to the ground. No, he doesn’t hate Kurt. In fact, he would do anything for Kurt. He was just frustrated with school, all the drama at home, and girls. Kurt and Blaine met when they were both around five-years-old. Both were now seventeen. Kurt was taller than Blaine, but Blaine was much more toned, with muscles to make all the girls swoon, a defined abdomen and rock-hard biceps. Blaine had beautiful hazel eyes that made Girls melt like chocolate every time they would look into them, a smile that made Kurt fall in love all over again, and lush dark brown curly hair that he gelled back and styled in a way nobody could copy.

Blaine stood up and walked through his room over to his dresser. His bedroom was not painted, but had a nice clash of brown wall paper and two thin red strips that line the upper part of his wall. The floors were hard wood, except of a shag rug under his bed. His bed frame was a dark chestnut colored sleigh frame. Across his bed was a dark brown blanket and a collection of pillows. In the corner there was a small chair with his guitar close by. Blaine liked the warm colors running through his room. The lighting was always dim and he had two lamps on either bedside table. He rummaged through his drawers and picked out a pair of black skinny jeans and a dark purple v-neck shirt. He quickly changed and threw his clothes in a hamper by his window. He didn’t bother to do his hair since Kurt had seen his curls so many times and profusely suggested that he should keep it down. So, he decided he would leave it.

Time passed far too quickly in Blaine’s head. After what felt like only a moment  there was a knock at the door. He walked slowly down the stairs but his mother beat him to the door. She opened it and grinned.
“Hi kurt!” she said smiling “Blaine honey! Kurt’s here!” She called after him before realizing he was right behind her.
“I know.” Blaine spoke in a monotone. She stepped aside and Kurt walked in. “Hi blaine!” He said in a very cheery tone.
“Hey.” Blaine replied quite loosely

“Great to see you too.” Kurt lost his smile.

“I’m sorry, i’m not in the greatest of moods.”

“I could go?”

“No! I mean. No.” He looked away sort of embarrassed.

“Okay, well I brought my notes” Kurt looked at Blaine for a reaction. After moments of silence Mrs. Anderson broke the tension.

“How about I make some cookies, huh?” She said clapping her hands together. The boys just nodded and Kurt smiled. And they headed up to Blaine’s room. Blaine was never good at keeping his room clean. As kurt entered he saw tissues on Blaine’s desk next to his computer.

Kurt looked at Blaine concerned.

“Blaine? do you have a cold?” He said in the most innocent tone gesturing over to the tissues.

“Huh?” He looked over to where Kurt had pointed and laughed. “Uhm.. yeah.. But I’m okay now.” He always loved how innocent and clean Kurt’s mind was. But when Kurt went to pick them up he rushed over.

“No!” He laughed again “I got it, don’t worry. You. Just. You sit.” He grinned and scooped the tissues into the trash. Blaine only smiled like this when he was with Kurt, no one else could make him feel the way Kurt did, and he liked it. Kurt raised his eyebrow at Blaine’s sudden outburst. “Hmm. Lets get started shall we?” Kurt opened his book and sat behind it crossing his legs together. Blaine sat next to him mimicking his posture and opened his book. Kurt blushed as Blaine leaned in glancing at the page number. Kurt looked at Blaine. “What did you need help on Blaine?”

“It’s all gibberish to me”

“It’s a really simple concept Blaine.” He smiled and glances down and Blaine’s lips. His deep red, full lips. Kurt couldn’t manage to pull his stare away.

“Kurt?” A soothing voice tore him away.

“Hmm? Yeah. It’s easy- there are two different types of traits: there’s dominant, and recessive.” He smiled. “Like eyes.” He looked up into the warm comfort of Blaine’s hazel orbs. “Blue... It’s recessive.” He smirked, batting his eyelashes as if to emphasize his point, and shifted his weight towards Blaine. “And brown,” He paused. “They’re dominant.” Blaine looked over to Kurt who was slowly twirling his pencil through his fingers.

“Oh.. Okay, I get it.”  Blaine smiled softly. “So a baby is more likely to have brown eyes than, lets say green?” Kurt grinned and nodded his head slowly. “Looks like you got it Anderson.” Blaine smiled happily and Kurt started to explain more. Blaine started to get a fuzzy feeling in his stomach, one he’s never felt before. He started going into his own thoughts and wasn’t really paying attention to Kurt. Blaine looked at Kurt for a moment and then back at his book.

Kurts snapping brought Blaine back to reality. “Blaine.. Earth to Blaine!’’ He sighed “Did you listen to any of that Blaine?

“Huh? Um. No. Sorry.”

Kurt sighed. “I think thats enough for tonight then?” Just then Mrs. Anderson brought in a huge plate of chocolate chip cookies and two tall glasses of milk. “Who’s hungry?” She asked with a large grin planted on her face”

“Mom? um Can you wait a minute?” Blaine asked, which shocked Kurt and he turned and looked at him”

“Oh! I’m so sorry.” She giggled and walked out.

“Blaine? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just want to finish studying.” He shrugged. It didn’t really matter to Kurt, he would spend the rest of his life with Blaine if he could. After a few seconds of nobody speaking, Kurt finally decided to speak.

“So, let’s finish th-”
Just then Blaine leaned in to kiss Kurt.