Author's Note: I've spent most of my Christmas break reading Glee fanfiction (mostly Klaine), and finally I've gotten the inspiration to write a little more of my own! I love love LOVE Blaine and all the possibilities his character has, so I've decided to take up this little project. This story is going to be a collection of oneshots filling in the gaps in the Klaine relationship, from little dorm moments to Warblers rehearsal...basically all the stuff that isn't on the show, the stuff that keeps Blaine and Kurt such good friends.

I'm going to be writing cannon for now (they're not dating...yet), though I will be embellishing a little, since Blaine isn't one we've heard a lot about. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! The prompts for these oneshots have been found in various places on the internet.

I don't own Glee or the character or any of the music mentioned in my stories.

One

Prompt: "You don't love it. Not like I do."

"Kurt, can't we please talk about this?" Blaine leaned up against his friend's door, running his hands through his hair in frustration. When there was no response, he rapped his knuckles against the worn wood. "Please?"

He was again met with silence. Blaine sighed. "Kurt-"

He wasn't quite sure what he was going to say next, so maybe it was a good thing that Kurt opened the door just then. But Blaine didn't think of that until later, after he finished nursing his injured dignity. As it was, Blaine all but tumbled into Kurt's room.

"Hey, um, sorry about that," Blaine quickly hopped to his feet, shaking his head with what he hoped was a disarming smile. He could feel a bruise forming where his shoulder had collided with Kurt's bedframe; it was hard to turn on the charm when his arm was throbbing.

It didn't help his composure when Kurt snorted in laughter. "Are you okay?" He stepped back, eyeing Blaine with a critical eye. Probably making sure his clothes weren't wrinkled, Blaine thought with a twinge of amusement. "Did you hit your head?"

Or, maybe not. "No, just my shoulder, but it's fine," Blaine brushed it off, sticking his hands in the pockets of his blazer out of habit. He watched Kurt's eyes tighten as their earlier conversation came rushing back - Blaine almost expected Kurt to kick him out of his room. "Hey, Kurt-"

"You don't love it. Not like I do," Kurt interrupted him, crossing his arms in annoyance. Blaine was a little lost before he realized what Kurt was referring to.

"Well then you should have said something," he commented, crossing the small space and sinking onto Kurt's neatly-made bed. "The guys are used to me singing Katy Perry, so they assumed I'd be the only one who would want to do Gaga."

"They still should have let us try out for solos, though," Kurt whined.

Blaine's eyes widened. "Kurt Hummel, are you pouting?" A gleeful grin spread across his face. Kurt blushed instantly, ducking his head. Blaine pulled himself from the bed and followed as the young countertenor turned his back to him. "I didn't realize you were such a diehard Gaga fan. I'm sorry, if I had known I would have told Wes to let you try for a solo or something."

"You'd still have gotten it, though." Kurt replied stubbornly. "Because-" He stopped, biting his lip. Blaine was shocked to see the beginnings of tears glimmering in his blue-green eyes. His lovely, long-lashed blue-green eyes.

"Wait, hold on a second," Blaine cut in, placing himself determinedly between Kurt's gaze and the wall. "This…this isn't just about the Lady Gaga number, is it?"

"Of course it is," Kurt's reply was forced. Blaine wasn't convinced.

"No, it's not. What's going on, Kurt?" he continued, staring gently at Kurt until his friend met his eyes.

Kurt drew a shaky breath, flicking his eyes away. "It's nothing, Blaine, don't worry about it." He pulled away, crossing to his bed and sinking into a tailor's seat on the dark comforter. "I'm just…"

"Just what?" Blaine sank onto the bed beside him.

"Homesick," Kurt whispered, and Blaine felt his heart melt a little bit. "Mercedes commented on one of my Facebook pictures from when we did Gaga in Glee at McKinley, and then I started looking through all of them and really missing my friends, and then I found out about the Warblers number…" he trailed off.

Blaine was silent, letting Kurt breathe for a moment. Pavarotti chirped quietly in his cage atop Kurt's dresser.

"I'm sorry, Blaine, I didn't mean to just…explode." Kurt laughed softly. "I'm tired, I guess."

Blaine glanced at his watch. "Well, it is almost eleven. It's been a crazy day, what with that Warblers practice this afternoon." Their two-hour rehearsal had turned into a three-and-a-half-hour practice once they started trying to work through the Gaga harmonies - the pop star hadn't exactly written her music for a capella choirs.

"Yeah. I guess I should finish my homework." Kurt stood, and Blaine recognized a polite dismissal. He rose also, pausing to place his hand on Kurt's shoulder.

"Don't worry about it, Kurt. You're allowed to miss your old life - it's not like Dalton and McKinley are anything alike at all. Promise me you'll text me if you need anything?" His eyes were searching.

Kurt swallowed. "Promise. Really."

Blaine squeezed his shoulder gently. "All right, get some rest. See you tomorrow morning."

It wasn't thirty minutes later when Blaine's phone buzzed gently against his thigh. He flipped it open, prepared to make the trek to the junior dorms no matter what time of night it was. It was a text message from Kurt.

Thank you, Blaine. Sleep well :) x

Blaine snapped his phone shut again. "I'm still the bigger Gaga fan," he whispered to himself with a smile.