Title: Nights Upon My Pillowcase, Eyes Wide Open.

Summary: An innocent leaving behind of a notebook gets Kurt more than he bargained for.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything, we all know that.

A/N: Thankyou so much to all the people who reviewed this! I didn't expect such a good response and I can't thankyou enough! Special mention to PlotterFTW who's review made me smile and HUG OF THE CENTURY to you too! Also, Violethillbeautiful who just left a load of smiley faces - I couldn't ask for more :)
This was only ever intended to be 2 chapters so apologies to anyone who asked for a few more chapters.


"Ready?" Jeff nudged Blaine with his elbow as they stood outside the doors into the Warbler rehearsal. Blaine was fidgeting and bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, causing Jeff to smile at his nervousness.

"If I say no can we walk away?"

Jeff chuckled and placed a firm hand on Blaine's shoulder to stop him from moving. "No." Blaine visibly sagged and sighed.

"Why did I suggest this, again?" Blaine almost sounded like he was whining and Jeff couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Because you're hopelessly in love with Kurt," Blaine smiled at that, "and you're hormonal urges can't resist him anymore." Blaine shrugged Jeff's hand off his shoulder with a look of disdain and shoved him sideways.

"The last part wasn't needed."

"Whatever you say... but walls do have ears, Blaine." Blaine's eyes shot wide open and he flailed his arms about for a moment, failing to find words. Jeff couldn't keep the amused smile off his face.

"The walls could choose not to listen," he grumbled eventually.

"Hey, the walls can't help it if you're so loud." Jeff held his hands up in defence, a smile still on his face. Blaine crossed his arms and glared at him.

"I hate you sometimes."

"No you don't."

Blaine scoffed and continued to stare him down. "Yes, I do." Blaine knew this was a petty children's argument but his brain was otherwise occupied so he didn't care.

"No you don't. I'm too adorable to hate." That earned an eye roll from Blaine.

"You're lucky you're cute."

"Save the sweet talk for Kurt," Jeff smirked. He checked his watch and saw it was verging on them being late for the rehearsal even though the other Warblers knew the plan. "Now, I'll ask again. Ready?" Taking a deep breath and exhaling it with his eyes closed, Blaine nodded.

"Yeah. Now or never, right?"

"Right," Jeff grinned. He watched as Blaine picked up his bag from the chair next to them, checking Kurt's notebook was still inside it. Blaine nodded at him one final time and he pulled opened the doors to the rehearsal, entering in a normal manner, Blaine following closely behind. Jeff caught Wes' eye and gave a subtle nod, receiving one in response before taking a seat.

Across the room, Kurt sat on one of the sofas and his face positively lit up as Blaine entered the room. Blaine's stomach fluttered at the simple gesture and he mentally chastised himself. Calm it, Anderson he thought. Kurt noticed Blaine was slightly tense as he took his place next to him and he waited until Wes had begun the meeting before daring to ask.

"Hey, are you okay?" Kurt whispered. He had leant into Blaine and his breath tickled Blaine's ear and he tried his hardest to suppress a shiver.

Blaine nodded in response and swallowed. "Fine." He forced a smile and even he knew he wasn't convincing anyone. Kurt eyed him suspiciously but shrugged and let it go, moving back a little and Blaine wished he hadn't. His contact was comforting. Wes banged his gavel loudly, causing the whole room to jump and grumble about Wes' misuse of power and gavels.

"Warbler Blaine, I believe you wanted to grace us with a song this morning." Blaine shifted uncomfortably in his seat for a moment. He could see Kurt watching him intently as he stood and moved to stand in front of the council table. He smiled gratefully at Jeff who picked up his guitar from behind a sofa and passed it to him. He pulled the strap over his head and took a breath.

"I wanted to sing- well, I... uh" He tripped over his words, kicking himself for becoming so flustered. Kurt raised an inquisitive eyebrow, sitting forward slightly, keen to watch the proceedings.

"It's okay, Blaine. Just sing the song," Wes spoke softly, offering a sympathetic smile. Blaine rubbed the nape of his neck nervously and nodded. He began to strum the guitar, desperately trying to remember the lyrics.

Hey uptown girl, can you hear this downtown song?

I wrote a couple of words to tell you right here is where you belong.

Kurt smiled as he recognised the song. He'd come across it as a recommendation on iTunes one day and had instantly taken a liking to it. He could only assume Blaine had been listening to his iPod again and had become fond of the song too. Blaine's acoustic version of it was going down particularly well with Kurt also. Kurt was pulled out of his reverie by two of the Warblers standing up and leaving the room. He was going to make an outburst about leaving mid song but he thought better of it and continued to listen to Blaine.

I bet you walk the streets wondering who you're thinking of.

As the line ended, three more members rose and left the room. Kurt raised a hand in their direction, opening and closing his mouth, wandering why Wes or David had done nothing. The two in question were simply watching Blaine with interest, ignoring the goings on.

Hope you're looking for someone to hold and not at all in love.

Kurt almost lost it as almost everyone in the room left except for Wes and David. He sat frozen to the sofa, mouth agape and eyes wide. He looked up at Blaine confused and his gaze was met with a pair of hazel eyes looking straight into his. Blaine didn't break eye contact as he sung out the next lyrics.

And I wonder if you can relate to nights upon my pillowcase.

Eyes wide open, middle of the night, you're the last thing on my mind.

Blaine had slowly walked towards Kurt and sat down next to him while Wes and David made their exit, shutting the doors behind them. Blaine continued to play on the guitar, not continuing to sing. Kurt turned back to him after seeing Wes and David leave and shut his mouth. He narrowed his eyes at Blaine and crossed his arms, attempting to work out what this was all about. Blaine looked at him with hopeful eyes, a smile playing on his lips. A minute or so passed and Blaine rolled his eyes at Kurt's obliviousness. He put his guitar down and moved to grab his bag, pulling out Kurt's notebook.

"You left this in my room."

"I know. I was there," Kurt replied sarcastically. Blaine chuckled and placed the notebook on Kurt's lap.

"I read it."

Kurt rolled his eyes and sighed. "I gave it you to read, Blaine."

"Kurt." Blaine almost growled out Kurt's name and Kurt couldn't help but find it... sexy. "I read it. All of it." Kurt watched him for a moment, his brain working overtime. A light bulb eventually lit above his head and he shuffled backwards along the sofa until he was as close up against the arm of it as he could be. He clutched the notebook to his chest and looked down at his legs in horror. Oh God, he thought. He saw the lyrics and that's why he sang the song. But he saw the drawing. Oh God, he saw the drawing.

"I-I was just bored, Blaine. It was just a... doodle," Kurt croaked out. He was trying desperately not to cry. "I forgot it was in there. Although I didn't think you'd look through the rest of the book." The last sentence came out a little harsher than he'd intended and he clutched the book to his chest even harder. "Sorry," he mumbled.

Blaine watched in amusement as Kurt moved away from him and tried to explain himself. He took the time to admire Kurt's profile as he tried not to look Blaine in the eye. "Kurt, open the book." Kurt looked sideways at Blaine, shaking his head. "Please?" Blaine pulled out the voice he used on his parents when he was angling for something. He saw some of the tension drain from Kurt and grinned at him. "Flick to the 'doodle' as you call it." Kurt slowly lowered the book and sat up away from the arm of the sofa. Placing the book flat on his lap he moved through the pages one by one, staring at each one with stony eyes. Blaine sat silently next to him, twiddling his thumbs anxiously. After what seemed to be an hour, Kurt passed the page with the lyrics at the top and reached the page before the drawing. He turned it over and let it fall from his fingers with a gasp. He eyed up his own handwriting and flicked his eyes between Blaine and the page as he noticed the black print that had been added. Kurt's mouth twisted into a smile and he ran his fingers over the new words. "Are you gonna look at me anytime soon?" Blaine had moved next to Kurt and nudged him slightly. Kurt looked up at him and his face split into an even bigger grin.

"You're so annoying." Blaine's face fell. Not the reaction I was expecting.

"Um... okay?" Kurt laughed, really laughed, at Blaine's face and Blaine decided Kurt's laugh was his new favourite sound.

"You couldn't have been cheesy or cliché written something like 'forever,' could you? You had to write 'I sure hope so.' And to top it all off, you put a smiley face as well." Blaine looked utterly confused and blinked at Kurt.

"Wait, are you happy about that or not?" Blaine got his answer as Kurt leant forward and pressed their lips together. Blaine immediately kissed back, a hand coming to rest at the back of Kurt's neck as Kurt's hand found their way to Blaine's arms, gripping on tightly. Blaine pulled away and ran his fingers through the bottom of Kurt's hair. "You can loosen your grip. I'm not going anywhere," Blaine whispered, his forehead resting on Kurt's.

"I couldn't be sure of that."

"I'm," a kiss to the nose, "not," a kiss to the left cheek, "going" a kiss to the right cheek, "anywhere," and Blaine captured Kurt's lips again, knowing Kurt wasn't going anywhere either.


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