A/N: Hey guys! It's Emilie here, and it's my first time writing fanfiction, so I just wanna give you that heads up. I also wanna tell you that if you find anything wrong with my writing at all, just let me know. I'm still get used to this world of Fanfiction, but I could use all the support I could get! Thank You! I'm always opened to advice and opinions too.

I'm also freaking out right now. For two reasons. Number 1: DARREN FREAKIN' CRISS IS ON BROADWAY TONIGHT! AHHH he just makes me go ASDFGHJKLADFHOWEH. Yeah. That. and Number 2: I'm going through extreme Glee withdrawl. How do they expect us to last a month? Gr... Ryan Murphy and Fox. 3:( (that was my fail attempt at a devil face. oh well.) Wow. my original intent was to not ramble... that failed. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or any of it's characters. Although I kinda wish I owned Darren. And Chris Colfer, I would give him to my friend Lucas.

Kurt Hummel. That's all Blaine's mind could possibly register at the time. Kurt Hummel was transferring to Dalton Academy. One of his newest friends, who was slowly becoming one of his best, was coming to his school. He was coming to his school, boarding at his school, living in the same dormitory as him, and better yet, right next door to him. Here, Blaine could always be there for Kurt. He could watch over him, mentor him, and talk to him whenever he needed help, or just wanted to hang out. Blaine was absolutely ecstatic, and he couldn't help himself when he bound out of his door in and into Kurt's new room.

"Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed. Kurt let out a little yelp. He placed his hand over his heart in fear.

"God Blaine! You scared the crap out of me!" His voice was intertwined with his fast breathing from the fright Blaine gave him.

"Sorry, welcoming committee duties," Blaine said with a grin, leaning against the door frame.

"And why do I get the feeling that you are not really Dalton's welcoming committee, if there is one at all?" A smirk planted itself on the countertenor's face knowingly.

"Kurt!" Blaine gasped. "Your diva is showing!" Kurt giggled at this. "But yes, you caught me, I am not Dalton's official welcoming committee. Although, who said I couldn't come help my friend move in and give him a personal tour of his new school?" He grinned as Kurt flushed.

"You would do that for me?"

"Of course Kurt," he murmured, causally slinging an arm around the taller boy's shoulder. He felt his heart flutter. My heart flutter? Where is that coming from? He ignored the thought. "Now, where's that Frankenteen of yours with the boxes?"

"He should be-" And with that, Kurt's step brother, Finn, burst into the fresh dorm room, carrying lots of boxes with Kurt's belongings in them. Blaine, feeling the need to help, immediately grabbed one from Finn's arms. He inwardly sighed at the loss of contact between Kurt and himself. The tall boy muttered his thanks as he set down the three other boxes on the large queen bed that sat in the room, still yet to be dressed with sheets and a comforter. As Kurt began to rifle through his boxes he asked Finn, "Is that all? Or is Dad going to be bringing anything?"

Finn paused, thinking, before he answered. "Uh, I think there's one more. Want me to go get it now? Or…" His sentence trailed off as he headed towards the door.

"It's fine Finn, do you mind just taking the folded clothes out of there and putting them on the bed? I'll organize the closet later." Finn nodded as he began to unload the box.

Once he finished, half the bed was covered in stacks of jeans, shirts, other clothing, and even a neat, little, clear organizer for ties and bowties. Blaine's eyes widened at the sight of all the clothes. "Kurt," he began. "You do realize that we wear uniforms here right? How much clothes did you need to bring?"

Kurt merely chuckled. "Of course, silly. But after class and on the weekends we're allowed to wear street clothes right?"

"Ye-" The tenor started, but Kurt simply cut him off.

"Blainers." Blaine frowned at the silly nickname, but it then disappeared when he remembered it was Kurt talking. "If you think this is a lot of clothes, then you extremely mistaken. This is barely a piece of my wardrobe. Do you not remember who I am? Kurt Hummel: fashionista diva extraordinaire."

Blaine just smiled and continued putting Kurt's wide selection of books on the shelf above the desk supplied there.

After a while of unpacking and organizing and rifling through boxes, Kurt's dorm was finally finished, and it really radiated him. There were soft lavender Egyptian Cotton sheets on his bed, along with an extremely fluffy white comforter. The black couch that originally came in the room was pushed along the wall. There was a cork board hung with pictures of Kurt with his dad, Carole, and the New Directions. His laptop sat undisturbed on the desk, which was clad with new school books and fresh pens. Posters were hung; Evita, Wicked, Patti, and Lady Gaga of course.

"Viola," Kurt declared as he hung one final picture on the cork board. Blaine moved closer to see what he had hung up. He smiled at the picture. It was a picture the had taken while at the Lima Bean one time for there usual coffee fix.

*Flashback!*

"Kurt! Let's take a picture on your new iPhone! I want it to be the first one!" Blaine had said.

"Good idea," he agreed with a smile. "Now get over here!" Blaine had gotten off of his chair and kneeled next to Kurt in his chair. "You ready?" Blaine nodded. And just as Kurt was about to take the picture, both boys saw a scene where a girl sneezed all over what seemed to be her boyfriend who brought them coffee. They had laughed so hard at the sight, that Kurt's thumb swept over the button, taking a photo of the two laughing. They were smiling at each other in the picture, and it looked like it was meant to be taken like that.

"I like it," Blaine stated, standing up off of the floor, and resting his hand on the other boy's shoulder.

Kurt smiled fondly. "Me too." He then proceeded to set it as his lock screen background.

*End Flashback*

"So Kurtsie," Kurt sent him his signature, ice shard glare for the nickname, but Blaine was just getting back at him for the 'Blainers' ordeal, "how about we take Finn once he gets out of the bathroom, and you say goodbye to your parents. The maybe we can take that tour?" Kurt's expression softened immediately and transformed into a soft smile.

"Sounds like a plan, Mr. Anderson." He paused, and looked as if he was thinking about something. "Finn! Meet us at the car! Don't forget to shut the door!"

A muffled "Sure dude!" came from inside the bathroom. "I just need to figure out this sink!"

"Okay!" Kurt giggled fondly, rolling his eye's at his step brother's troubles with the sink. The he remembered something. "And don't call me dude!" Blaine didn't hear his response, if there was one.

He stuck out his arm to the older boy. "Shall we, Mr. Hummel?"

Kurt linked their arms and stated, "We shall," and they marched out of the room, feet in perfect sync, despite the height difference.

They reached the Hummel's truck, parked neatly next to Kurt's Navigator, and the countertenor quickly unlinked their arms. Blaine wasn't entirely sure as to why, but he assumed it was to not make his dad uncomfortable. After all, they were just friends, as hard as Blaine tried to keep his feelings completely platonic.

Burt and Carole leaned against the side of the red pickup, and stood up straight as they saw the boys approaching. Carole saw them unlink arms, but Burt didn't seem to notice. I can see it in their eyes, they look so happy together. That is a look of love. One day they will realize it. Carole's thoughts whirred, but she kept them to herself, and left her expression as a bright smile. "Hello boys. Is Kurt's room all finished?"

"It is," Blaine answered, plastering on his dapper, yet sincere smile, and sounding formal and polite, "and might I say, it looks very, very hmm… Kurt chic, I think is the only way I can describe it."

Kurt's grin only grew wider at the new description of his room. "I think I can say I agree." At the sound of footsteps on the blacktop, he turned around, and saw Finn approaching quickly with his long stride.

After a fest of goodbye's and hug's and wishes of well being at his school, Burt finally gave his son one last clap on the back. "You stay safe, kiddo. Have fun. I'll see you this weekend?"

"Of course, Dad," Kurt responded. He enveloped his son in a hug, and Blaine watched as Finn clambered into the car. Carole appeared next to him.

"You'll take care of Kurt, I can see it. Thank you Blaine," she spoke quietly to him.

"I'll do my best Mrs. Hummel. It's my pleasure," he promised, keeping his eyes trained on the loving scene between Kurt and his father, although maintaining his polite tone. His faint smile grew wider as they exchanged a final "I love you".

"Call me Carole, sweetie. I presume we'll be seeing you around a lot. Take care."

"You too, Carole." He waved slightly as Carole walked over to her side of the car, and helped climbed.

"Bye boys!" Burt called, as soon as he was in the car himself. The two Dalton students waved until the truck was no longer in view.

They began to walk back into the grand entrance, with the stunning staircases and extensive, beautiful decorations and high ceilings. "So," Blaine began, remembering the other promise he had made to the boy beside him, "how about that tour?"

Kurt simply grinned a Cheshire cat smile and allowed Blaine to grab his hand and lead them to their first destination, the Warbler hall.

That was one month ago, and it was now cool and crisp, in the late stages of November. Once again, the duo found themselves in the Warbler Hall, only this time, they were sitting side by side on one the couches, knees barely brushing, listening to Wes talk about this weekend's plan for the monthly Warbler bonding session. This was Kurt's first time attending one, so he was being particularly attentive to what the council member had to say.

"So, as you all should know, this Friday night, tomorrow, is the Warbler's monthly bonding session. It is Warbler Kurt's first time attending one, so we must inform him on how this works." Kurt inwardly groaned. As much as he loved Wes, and he did, he was actually becoming one his best friends at Dalton, he was just so obnoxiously formal when he was in council mode. "Normally we meet in the person with the largest dorm room, and just, well, bond," the council member said with a… smirk? Kurt couldn't put his finger on it. He saw several other Warblers around him snickering or looking smug.

Is there something I don't know here? He looked over at Blaine for help. "I'll tell you later," he mouthed.

"Now, we must discuss meeting place. We usually meet at Blaine and Jeff's room, but I take it into understanding that Kurt, now has the largest room. Is that right Kurt?" Wes continued with his pleased tone. Okay, there is seriously something I don't know here. I know the Warblers aren't formal outside of meetings, but this, this was just plain weird. What are they plotting? "Warbler Kurt?" Wes said, snapping Kurt out of his thoughts.

"Uh.. what?" Kurt asked stupidly. Trent sniggered. Stupid Trent. "Oh! Um… I think so. Maybe? Is my room bigger?"

"Well," David began. "Taking that you are living in what is supposed to be a room for two - since you are a mid-transfer - and you have a couch and a queen bed, I would take it as a yes."

"Decided," Thad, the third council said.

"Warblers, please meet in Kurt's room at promptly 7 o'clock after dinner on Friday evening. That is all. Meeting dismissed." Wes banged his gavel, deeming the meeting finished. The Warblers shuffled out of the room and Kurt and Blaine immediately stood.

"Okay. What the hell was that?" Kurt asked Blaine without delay. They began to walk out of the room and towards Blaine's dorm to study with Jeff and Nick.

"Language!" Blaine joked. Kurt gave him a "bitch please" look. "Kidding, kidding. So, you know how crazy we are right? The Warblers I mean, not just us two." Kurt nodded, and a smile played at the corner of his lips as memories flashed in his head from his first month at Dalton:

Wes hitting people who do something stupid on the head with his gavel.

David pantsing Wes in the middle of a Warbler meeting - David, wasn't as formal as Wes during Glee - and Wes getting all flustered and embarrassed.

Nick and Jeff getting caught making out in one of the bathrooms when they were supposed to be at a meeting.

Trent and Thad spraying silly string all over the halls to get back at Nicholas for rigging their door to dump a bucket of water on them when they opened the door.

Flint, James, Ethan, and Jesse all running around in their underwear singing Too Sexy for My Shirt.

All of those memories. "I think crazy is the understatement of the century." Blaine just laughed as the went up the last stair leading to their floor in the North Wing "Well, after tonight I think that understatement is just going to get even worse. Here's my advice for the Warbler Bonding. Number one: Hide anything breakable, valuable, or flammable." Just as Kurt opened his mouth to comment, Blaine interrupted. "It's a long story. Let's just say, don't trust Jesse and Thad with matches and a bag of marshmallows. Okay?" Kurt nodded again. "Number two: stock up on food. Big time. We don't want to many people leaving the room because they are hungry. That never ends well." Oh the things Kurt could imagine. He shook the thoughts from his head and continued to listen to Blaine as they rounded a corner. "Number three: get movies. Lots and lots of movies. Every kind you can think of. We usually take a vote, but it ends up being either something horror, or with an attractive female lead." Kurt cocked his head and opened his mouth as he began to comment again. "You, me, Jeff, Nick, and Trent are the only gay guys in the Warblers remember. We go to an all boys school. These guys are girl deprived." Kurt closed his mouth. "Hmm… I think that's it," Blaine pondered as he knocked on his door.

"Why are you knocking? This is your dorm," Kurt inquired, finally getting a word in.

"Yes, but it is also Jeff's dorm. And you seem to forget that we are studying with him. As well as Nick. And Jeff is very, very sassy. And if I walk in on them one more time, he will probably rant and want to slap me. So I'm just playing it on the safe side." Blaine winked and grinned.

"Come in Blainers! Nicky just went to go get his books!" Jeff called as Blaine swung the already cracked door open.

Blaine groaned. "God damn it Jeffery, how many times will I tell you? Don't call me that!"

"Ooh! You brought Kurty too! Yay!" Jeff jumped up from the swivel chair at his desk to give Kurt a bone crushing hug. "Ow Jeff, are trying to kill me?" Kurt squirmed and broke free from his grip.

"Not at all Kurty, I would never. Blaine would cry for years and probably flood my room." Blaine blushed a bright red, and he glanced over at Kurt who simply looked down at his shoes. "And I cannot have that. Have you seen my wardrobe?" He smiled. "And Blainey, I will continue to call you those names simply because it's fun. Now, I didn't know that Kurty-pie here was coming, so I'm just going to tell Nick something before he returns to our humble abode." And with that, we was off.

"You understand why I knock? I'm to young to die." Kurt laughed and flung off his shoes. He set down his messenger bag and then let out a huge yawn.

"Gaga, Warbling can have quite the ware on you."

"Tired? You can lay down before we study. Knowing Niff, they won't be back for a while," Blaine said plainly.

"Niff?" Kurt questioned.

"Oh, you haven't heard that one yet?" Blaine asked, as if "Niff" was a common word. "It's Jeff and Nick's couple name. Y'know, Nick plus Jeff equals Niff?"

"Mmh… I get it now," Kurt understood, flopping down onto Blaine's navy blue comforter. Dalton colors, Kurt noted.

"Yeah, even though Wes and David aren't dating-"

"Really?" Kurt said sarcastically, knowing that they are both straight and that they have girlfriends at Crawford Country Day. They both laughed.

"As I was saying," he drawled jokingly, " even though they aren't dating, their 'bromance' name is Wevid, and James and Ethan are Jethan. Even though we aren't dating I've heard Klaine thrown around there a few times." More than a few times… Blaine thought. Wes and David are just tortuous.

"I like it…" Kurt mumbled into Blaine's pillow. "Klaine." It rolled off of his tongue.

"Me too," Blaine agreed.

"Oh… I said that out loud?"

"It's cool."

"Y'know… the New Directions did that too, know that I think about it. Finchel, Fabrevans, Mc Tina Cohen Chang Chang, Bartie, Puckleberry… I remember it now," Kurt murmured sleepily.

"One day, not now, you're way to tired, you will explain all of those names to me."

"Deal." Blaine yawned this time. "Y'know… if you want, uh, you could come here too… if it's not awkward. I mean, or I could get up. It's your bed. Uh. I should get up," Kurt babbled, shifting around. His face was a bright red and this time the word embarrassed was the understatement.

"Kurt," Blaine said, approaching him and putting a hand on his knee. "It's not awkward for me if it isn't for you. I don't want to do anything to make you uncomfortable. I know after… Karofsky," Kurt flinched at his name, "that… uh things can be awkward, but never be afraid to tell me no, to anything."

"Thank you," Kurt breathed. "It-it's not awkward."

Blaine smiled and just gently laid down next to Kurt, casually slipping an arm around his waist. He felt Kurt stiffen at his touch. Oh god… What if I'm being to forward? Oh no! I am I pushing it? What if he hates me? Blaine's thoughts circled. But after a few seconds, he felt Kurt relax, and he snuggled closer into Blaine.

Blaine's thoughts weren't the only ones whirring. Kurt suddenly realized something as he laid here on his side. OH MY GAGA. WE'RE SPOONING! What if he doesn't want to be like this? What if he's just being friendly? His inner pessimist said. Then the optimism inside him shone through. No! People who are 'just being friendly' don't spoon with their best friends. Kurt inwardly sighed contentedly, or he thought it was inwardly, and just snuggled closer to Blaine.

Kurt shut his eyes and let himself go to sleep. He heard Blaine's breathing even out and he knew he was asleep. Soon enough, Kurt drifted off too.

As Jeff left the room hastily, he broke into a run as he rounded a corner… and smashed straight into his boyfriend. They both toppled to the floor, Jeff landing right on top of Nick, successfully pinning him to the ground. "Oh god Nicky! I'm so sorry!"

Nick was breathing hard, regaining the air that was blown out of him. "It's fine Jeff really, but if you don't mind, you're kinda heavy."

"Oh god! Sorry! I'm so stupid!" Jeff exclaimed as he quickly got off of his boyfriend. Then he realized something as Nick got up as well and picked up his bag filled with school books. "Wait a second Nicky…" Jeff began as Nick leant against the wall to fix one of his shoes. Jeff pressed up against him and he heard Nick's breathing start up again. This is when seductive Jeffy comes into play. He started whispering slowly into his boyfriend's ear. "Does this mean you don't like it when I'm on top of you?" He felt him shiver.

"Y'know what Jeff?" Nick countered. "I don't think I mind at all." Jeff leaned into close the gap between the two of them and he kissed him once, slowly, sweetly, chastely, and licked him bottom lip. He separated them at once. "Tease," Nick breathed.

"I try," Jeff said with a smirk. They immediately went back to kissing, tongues dancing, whispering sweet nothings into each others ears. Nick pulled Jeff's lower lip into his mouth and he moaned softly. Wes and David walked past this little scene it the hallway.

"Cool it with the PDA!" David called.

"Seriously get a room before I puke rainbows," Wes said, stoping as he saw Jeff pull away from Nick.

"Actually Wes, David, before I ran into Nicky-boo here, I was actually looking for all three of you. I just got… distracted." Nick snorted.

"So?" Wes said impatiently.

"So what?"

"Why did you need to find us?"

"Oh!" Jeff exclaimed. "I have news on Klaine!"

The other three boys' eyes widened in excitement. "Ooh! What is it?" Nick asked.

"So, Nicky you know this, but us," he said, gesturing Nick and himself, "and Blaine are supposed to be studying today. Which we still are I hope… 'cause I gots to ace this Physics test, but anyways, we are supposed to be studying, and then Blaine shows up to our room with little Kurty-pie!"

"And?…" Wes asked, impatiently yet again.

"I left them in the room by themselves."

"And?…" It was David this time. "They're in a room together, alone, all the time. Plus, they know that you guys are coming back. Why is this important?"

"Well, Kurt look really tired… and I don't know. God I'm stupid. It's just, I need them to get together. The tension is really starting to get to me."

"Just now?" Wes exclaimed. "It's been the past two months!"

"Two months?" Nick asked.

"Oh big time. Even before Kurt was at Dalton Blaine wouldn't shut up! Kurt this, Kurt that. His eyes are so pretty! I can't decide whether they're blue, green, or grey. Oh his hear is so nice! How does he get to do that? I just wanna run my hands through it! I found out what his eyes are called! Glasz! His voice is angelic! Oh god, his skin! It's like porcelain. Blah blah blah blah. So yeah. It got to me a while ago."

"Damn, Anderson really needs to pull it together and ask the kid out already," David stated dully, checking his watch. "Wes, we gotta go study. History test?"

"Oh right. Later guys."

"Hey, why don't you just come study with us, maybe something did happen between Kurtsie and Blainers!"

David shot Jeff a 'really, Jeff? really?' kind of look, and just sighed, adjusting the strap on his bag. "Sure, why not!" He drawled sarcastically.

"Vamanos then!" Jeff exclaimed, grabbing his boyfriend's hand and watching Wevid trudge behind them.

When Kurt woke up he smiled at the warm contact he was feeling. The he realized it was Blaine he was pressed into. Oh Prada! How on Earth did we get like this? Does he want to be like this? Then the recent events flooded back to his memory and he grinned again. Nick and Jeff had yet to return and he noted that he had only been asleep for about fifteen minutes. He decided it was safe to go back to sleep for a little while more. He just wanted to be awake before Nick and Jeff came back. After all Nick, along with Jesse and Thad were always giving Kurt a hard time with his crush on Blaine. This would just make the teasing even worse.

He closed his eyes and was surprised when he felt a squeeze on his hand. He realized that his and Blaine's hands were intwined. Oh Gaga when did that happen? Not that I'm complaining… but what is he going to think? I better just leave it be… He was taken aback again when Blaine tried to snuggle even closer to him. His breath was warm on the back of Kurt's neck. Kurt sighed in contentment and softly squeezed the tenor's hand. Better make the best of it while I can… he thought wistfully.

"Mmmhhh… soft," Kurt heard Blaine whisper in his sleep. I wonder what he's dreaming about. He snuggled even closer, if that was possible and murmured, "Warm… very, very warm." He squeezed Kurt's hand again. Okay, he could definitely be dreaming about a lot of things. So many things are warm and soft. Blaine nuzzled into the dip where Kurt's shoulder met his neck. He just barely heard the younger boy mumble into the skin that had become exposed from the dress shirt, "Kurt…"

Kurt did not believe he just heard that. His eyes snapped open again. There was no way on this planet that Blaine Anderson was dreaming about him. No. Possible. Way. It must be my hearing. Or my tiredness, I mean, I just woke up. Or he said something else and he just mumbled into my skin so I didn't hear it right. That's it. I just didn't hear it right. Maybe he just said hurt, or shirt. Yeah, that's probably it. A soft, warm shirt.

The countertenor shut his eyes again, satisfied with the excuse he had come up with. Why he didn't want to think that Blaine was dreaming about him, he didn't know. He just couldn't grasp the concept. It all seemed too surreal. And that dream was most definitely not a nightmare, because Kurt Hummel had had nightmares, and they never sounded that content.

The he heard it again, much more clearly this time, "Kurt… mmhhh. Cuddle with me…"

And BAM. It was official. Blaine Anderson was dreaming about cuddling with Kurt. And that just made Kurt's day even brighter. Although, he was already cuddling with him, but still, it didn't cease to make him happy. And with that, Kurt drifted off into sleep again, not hearing the one last thing Blaine whispered in his sleep. "Kiss me…"

Jeff opened his dorm room door and his face immediately lit up with a beaming grin. "Nicky! Wes, David, look at that! How precious! Look how cute!" The three other heads peered at the sight of the two sleeping boys and they all smiled too.

"Damn Anderson, what did you get up to?" David inquired rhetorically.

"Knowing him, nothing. Mr. Dapper McDapperson, I'm a mentor-face, would never ever pull a move on Hummel. We all know he's gonna have to man up and do it himself," Wes stated a matter of fact. "But like I said before, puking rainbows. Or in this case. 'Klainebows'"

This earned a good laugh from the three other boys, and it was loud enough to was Mr. Dapper McDapperson himself. Blaine opened his bleary, sleepy eyes, and propped himself on one arm. The arm the wasn't around Kurt. He scanned the room to see where the noise was coming from. Then he saw Wes, David, Jeff, and Nick in the door way, snickering about something. It suddenly stopped when they realized that he was awake.

"Guys?" he asked, his voice a little scratchy from sleep.

At the sound of Blaine's voice, Kurt stirred. "Blainey?" Nick said "aww" softly, while Jeff just frowned, probably thinking 'hey that's my name bitch!'

"Shh… honey, just go back to sleep." Kurt just mumbled an incomprehensible response as an okay, and laid down again. Blaine slowly untangled himself from Kurt - somehow their legs ended up tangling together - and softly draped the quilt at the end of the bed on top of him. He smiled softly before he remembered the situation at the door. He quickly and quietly rushed to the door, shoving his friends out of his room. He dragged them down the hall and practically screamed in their faces, "WHAT THE HELL GUYS? REALLY?"

Nick looked guilty, Wes and David just laughed, and Jeff wore a smug grin on his face. "Okay, listen, I'm serious right now," Blaine started. Jeff and Wes snorted at the word serious, but after a glare from their other friends, they really listened. "You know how I feel about Kurt. Why did you have to do that? I mean nothing really happened, but I has having a really good dream, and I was freakin' spooning with the guy I've been crazy about for two whole months! Did you really have to ruin that?"

Now all of them looked guilty, excluding Jeff. "My room too," he sang. "Oh, by the way Blainers, I suggest you watch your mouth if you're aiming to not be too obvious… honey."

"Shit. I said that out loud didn't I?"

"Very out loud Blainey. Now, we must get to studying, so why don't we go wake up that adorable, little boy toy of yours."

"I wish…" Blaine muttered under his breath as they walked back to his dorm room. As soon as they swung the dark wooden door open they saw Kurt sitting cross-legged and very much awake on Blaine's bed, fussing with his hair. Blaine stalked across the room, and planted himself right next to Kurt. "It looks fine," he whispered in the older boy's ear.

"I don't do fine, I'm-"

"-Kurt Hummel: fashionista diva extraordinaire. I know. It looks perfect," Blaine finished, and he pressed a kiss into his hairline, earning a fiery blush from Kurt, and knowing looks from several others in the room. He just glared at them, hopefully delivering the message of 'you already messed this up enough, so don't do it again bitches'.

They all looked away. Nick finally felt it up to him to break the strong, growing tension in the room. "So guys, ready to study for Physics?" he chirped much to happily to be discussing Physics. A collective groan was let out from everyone in the room as the all prepared to study.

After a full two and half of studying, Wes and David bailed, wanting to get back to their own dorm. They, being the seniors out of the group, had finished all the work they had needed to study, and left the other boys to their work. "Kurt's Superstar Playlist" was playing softly in the background and after about another twenty minutes after Wes and David had left Nick finally gave up. He slammed his Physics text book down on Jeff's desk and groaned in frustration.

"Okay!" Nick let out. "I am so done with this! Jeff," he started, getting up and grabbing his boyfriends arm, "we're going to go watch movies in my room, I can't stand all this science!" Jeff started to object, but Nick cut him off. "I don't care right now, I have a headache and you can finish studying with Blaine later."

"Oho, Nick, you don't sound as chipper about Physics as you did before, now that you've actually started to do it," Kurt remarked sarcastically. Blaine couldn't help the small chuckled that escaped his lips.

The brown haired boy just ignored him and kept his focus on Jeff. "Please?" he asked sincerely.

Jeff smiled sweetly and stood, shutting his books and stacking them on his desk. He shifted his boyfriend's grip on his arm so their hands were clasped, and they began to walk out of the room. He stopped at the doorway and took in the scene before him. The two boys were sitting cross legged on Blaine's blue blanket, with the red quilt still pulled over Kurt's lap. Kurt was focused on his book as he peered down, and Blaine was staring at him and looked as if he was about to drool. The curly haired boy was pulled from his 'Kurt Trance' at the the feeling he got that someone was looking at him and the fact he never heard the door close, and the foot steps stopped abruptly.

He mouthed, "What?" to his platinum blonde roommate. Jeff just smirked and looked up and down at Kurt and Blaine. Blaine's triangular eyebrows knit in annoyance. Jeff caught his eye one last time and winked before turning on his heel and flouncing out the door. "Make sure you actually watch the move this time Jeffery!" he called out to them in pure vexation, although what he said was true. Blaine could practically feel Jeff scowl. And with that the door slammed shut, and Blaine had a smiling countertenor looking up at him.

"What?" he asked, knowing that Kurt was thinking something.

"Oh nothing," he sang.

"Kurt. Spill. I am not afraid to tickle you," Blaine said in his the darkest tone he could muster while threatening to tickle someone of all things.

"Oh, threatening people now, are you Anderson?" Kurt raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow in questioning.

"Nope. Only you." Kurt giggled. "Don't go all giggle on my Hummel. Spill." Blaine held out his hand, approaching Kurt's waist, right above his waist, knowing that that was his weak spot.

"It's just that Jeff teases you a lot. It's funny. Endearing, if you will," Kurt stated simply, quoting the word that David used to describe his spying skills.

"And he doesn't tease you?" he asked his best friend, not moving is hands from where they were still close to his waist.

"I never said that."

Blaine put his hands down in defeat, well one really, he left the other one gently resting on Kurt's knee. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, I don't believe I could ever beat you in an argument, no matter how hard I tried."

"You got that Blainers. And nice touch on the middle name." He winked.

"Why thank you. Now, do you really want to keep studying, or you think we can take a little break?"

"If I study anymore, I think my brain would literally ask itself why I was shoving this pointless lecture of futile science in it's capacity that could be used for much more important things, like song lyrics, and more Vogue covers."

"I'll take that as a sure Blaine, of course we can go back to my dorm to watch The Proposal and prepare for the bonding session of a life time that is going to take place tomorrow."

"You took that right."

An hour a later, the two boys lying next to each other, sprawled out on Kurt's white comforter, in the middle of their movie as Blaine was scrawling out a list of things the two boys planned to get for the bonding tomorrow. The list read:

1. Food. Lots and lots of food. And not the good kind. The bad for you kind that teenage boys thrive on. "Kurt! It's one night, I promise you won't break out!"

2. Extra blankets and pillows, the ones that are in the giant closet down the hall. The one's that nobody will notice if they go missing.

3. Another list to make sure all of your valuable items are hidden.

4. A flashlight for Grog. "Kurt Hummel. You have to be kidding me. You don't know what Grog is? Oh God, is Wes gonna have fun with you…"

"Thank you Blaine, how reassuring."

5. Movies:

-ALL OF THE HARRY POTTER MOVIES

"Yes Kurt, we usually start with the fourth because apparently that's when Emma Watson gets 'hot', but you never know with these Warblers."

-Scary Movie 4

"Only the fourth, apparently the other ones suck. I never really pay attention."

-The Exorcist

"Blaine. Please tell me that you're kidding. I don't do gore."

"I'll be here, no worries." Kurt's heart may or may not have imploded a little at those words.

-Step Brothers

-The Hangover

"Now those two, they make the most sense. But, I'm not going to question a man with a gavel." Blaine cracked up.

-Transformers

"Megan Fox?"

"Aw, Kurty you know my boys so well already."

"Hey. They're my boys too now."

"Yeah they are," Blaine said with a grin.

-Any other movies you think can possibly have a pleasing effect on a group of teenage singing boys

6. MORE FOOD. DID I MENTION FOOD?

7. A Nerf Gun

"A Nerf gun? Why do I want a Nerf gun?"

"Oh Kurt, the innocence you still possess." Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Let me just say, go get the biggest Nerf gun you can find, and make sure, and I mean make sure you keep it on you at all times. You'll find out soon enough, 'kay? But, you and me, we stick together."

Kurt held onto those words like they were a life line. "Yeah…" he mumbled. "Together." He looked over at Blaine who was smiling fondly at Kurt. The countertenor decided not to focus on anything too much, so he just put his attention back on the movie again. Once they drifted in a comfortable silence, watching the end of the movie, when Kurt was least expecting it, an arm snaked around his waist and a head rested on his shoulder. Wow… we find ourselves cuddling a lot. Not that I'm complaining. Blaine's hand, that was resting on Kurt's waist, began slowly rubbing up and down the petite porcelain boy's side. Not too dramatically, but just a small soothing path. The countertenor briefly closed his eyes, hoping that this all wasn't a dream. Blaine nuzzled in closer to the crook of Kurt's neck and his breathing blew little puffs of air out. Kurt shivered, he hoped it wasn't noticeable.

"Cold?" Blaine asked, even though he knew that he had made Kurt shiver. Does this mean he is attracted to you?… No! Anderson, quit it. Stop pulling shit. Pull it together. If Kurt wants this, he'll have to be the one to initiate it.

"A little," Kurt answered honestly. He rubbed his arm with his hand.

"Can I come closer?" Blaine asked timidly, awkwardly. "After all, according to Jeff, I am Blainey-bear, so I must be warm." He grinned. The older boy smiled warmly back and simply nodded, as his best friend shifted closer to him, and tightening his grip around his waist. He accidentally jerked upwards, slightly untucking Kurt's dress shirt at the edge. "Sorry," he whispered.

"It's fine," Kurt said, as Blaine's thumb starting tracing the path again, along with small circles, although this time it was on the bare, soft skin. His soft, guitar-calloused fingers were soothing. "You know what Anderson?" Kurt started. Blaine stopped his tracing, and stiffened. He tried to say something but nothing came out. "I think," he began again, whispering in Blaine's ear, so his lips were brushing against the skin, "you, my friend are a cuddle whore. And hey, I never said stop." Kurt poked Blaine's hand on his waist lightly.

"You know what, Hummel? I think you're right." And he began to idly trace patterns once again.