A/N- This chapter is a little slow, but trust me, it's setting up something very cute! And I hate the concept of Blaine with anyone but Kurt, but for the sake of his story it's a necessary evil.

Disclaimer- I don't own Glee.

"I can't explain it. He's just so... amazing." Blaine stared dreamily at the corner of the wall, making his friend gag.

"Whatever you say, Blaine." Kurt was only half listening. He had given up trying to pay attention as Blaine praised a boy in his English class; Kurt much preferred to watch his movie on the couch. Blaine had come over to the younger boy's dorm for a visit, but it seemed like his mind was somewhere else that day.

"I'm serious, Kurt! He's good looking, smart, funny, athletic..." Blaine let his sentence trail, nonchalantly adding, "I think I'm in love with him."

"Woah! Hold it right there!" That was going too far. Kurt could just barely deal with the fact that Blaine had a crush on someone. He had been through that before, so the feeling was nothing new. But saying that he was in love with this guy broke Kurt's fragile heart. To hide the feelings that were already spreading across his face, the small boy reacted angrily. "How can you say you're in love with that guy? You barely even know him!"

"He's not just 'that guy,' Kurt. His name is Jason, and I've known him since the day I got to Dalton!"

"Oh really?" Kurt sat up, untangling his legs from their spot on Blaine's lap. "Then why is this the first time I'm hearing about him? How many conversations have you actually had with this so-called Jason, might I ask?"

Blaine's cheeks colored, and he muttered, "Six or seven..."

"Six or seven? You've known this boy for years and you've had about a hundred times more conversations with me than with him." Kurt shook his head. "You're not in love, you hopeless romantic."

"Oh really?" Blaine mimicked Kurt in his response. "What would you call it then, Mr. I-Know-Everything?"

Kurt looked down at the floor, a look of concentration on his face. "Infatuation," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "You're infatuated."

"Is that so?" Blaine rolled his eyes. Kurt had no idea what he was talking about. "Well either way, I- oh shit!" Blaine's gaze landed on Kurt's alarm clock, reading that it was midnight and far past curfew. "I gotta go, I don't want to get in trouble. I'm gonna have to sneak out."

"You could stay, you know." Kurt looked up hopefully at the other boy, who was throwing on his Warbler jacket in record time. "They almost never check the rooms, but you'll probably get caught in the hall..."

Blaine laughed, making Kurt's chest pang. "I'll take my chances." He headed for the door, waving goodbye as he tiptoed from Kurt's dorm room. He swore he could hear a heavy sigh as he walked away.

Blaine honestly didn't have a problem with staying in Kurt's room overnight, but he didn't want to send the wrong message. You have to keep your distance, Blaine. For the sake of your friendship.

Blaine successfully reached his bedroom, closing the door behind him as quietly as possible. It was too late to even shower, and the boy flopped down on his bed, sweet sleep taking him immediately.

"Blaine! Get up, I've been waiting for too long!" The brunet felt a sharp kick at his hip. He rolled to his side, and the sight before him knocked the wind from his lungs.

"Hello." The creature sat on the foot of Blaine's bed, smiling mischievously. It had the voice of Kurt, but was clearly someone other than his friend. This boy had the same lithe build, but with more defined muscles underneath a skintight v-neck. The gray fabric of the shirt accentuated those blue eyes, making them smolder. The eyes themselves were much larger, along with this warped Kurt's lips and the heightened points of his elfin ears. The handsome boy smirked, clearly amused by Blaine's gaping expression.

"It's me, Blaine. We need to talk."