I always tell myself, it's only going to be one-shot. But then I get 30 story alerts and another chapter emerges. You guys are going to be the death of me. Enjoy. :)

Waking.

Kurt awoke to the sounds of someone banging around in a kitchen and the sizzling of bacon. He shot upright, immediately going into panic mode after realizing this wasn't his house. Worse than that, he didn't recognize the place at all. He tried to remember what had happened the night before. A boy had stopped him from...what he had stopped him from, but that was about all he could remember.

He shook his head vigorously, as if it would make the memories come, but it didn't. He knew he should be scared, but for some reason he felt more at ease than he had in almost two years.

Throughout the house, Vivaldi's Spring rang quietly and Kurt found himself rolling his eyes, because seriously? The house itself was very sophisticated, with glistening marble floors and glass French doors that led to what looked like a huge kitchen, where the clanging noises seemed to be coming from. Arrangements of red roses sat in incredibly long and lean glass vases on mahogany coffee tables spread throughout the living room tastefully. Directly in front of him was an at least 72 inch flat screen television, and it was then that he realized he was sitting in a mansion. Whoever owned this house was seriously rich.

"Oh, you're up," a voice rang out cheerfully, and Kurt looked up to see the boy who'd saved him walking through the French doors with an assortment of triangular little sandwiches and glass of water on a silver platter with yet another rose arrangement. Kurt merely nodded, not sure how to respond to the situation. The boy's grin remained planted on his face, and Kurt had to smile back because he was just so endearing. Like a little raven-haired puppy.

He sat down next to Kurt on the couch, setting the platter on the coffee table in between him and the giant television. "I made you some sandwiches, in case you're hungry. I know this is kind of weird, but I promise I'm not a serial killer or anything." Kurt chuckled quietly, still not entirely comfortable with speaking, but something about this boy made him so calm. He hadn't felt this serene since...well, ever.

"What's with, the, um...Vivaldi?" he asked tentatively.

The boy smiled. "My parents are big classical musical junkies. Especially Vivaldi." He chuckled. "I'm more of a Beethoven fan myself, but, hey."

"Do you play?" He looked at him with a puzzled expression and Kurt clarified. "Piano, I mean. Do you play the piano?" He wouldn't have been able to tell you exactly why he was talking to the boy who'd essentially kidnapped him. In any other case he would've been planning his escape as we speak. But he was glued to the spot, filled only with curiosity.

"Oh, yeah. Guitar, too."

"What's your name?"

"Blaine. Blaine Anderson." He smiled at Kurt, and Kurt smiled back.

"Blaine," Kurt repeated, loving the way the name rolled off his tongue. "I'm Kurt."

"I know." Kurt raised an eyebrow and Blaine quickly added, "You told me last night. Don't you...remember?"

"I don't remember much," he replied, tensing up at the subject. "All I remember is you untying the...knot." He choked out the last word and eyed the water. It looked perfectly clear, like it had been purified within an inch of it's life.

"Oh." They sat in an awkward silence for a while, neither of them sure what to do next. Finally, Kurt spoke up.

"Well, I'd better get going, I guess -"

"No!" Blaine said suddenly, causing Kurt to jump. "I - I mean, you don't know how to get home from here."

"I'm sure I can figure it out."

"Please, just let me drive you?"

Once they were in the car, Blaine turned on the stereo to try to fill the newest silence that had fallen over the two boys. He flipped through channels and channels of commercials and static before finally falling on a station playing "Rude Boy," of all things. The song was popular at the time - but that didn't make things any less awkward as they listened to the provacative lyrics. But Kurt had to admit, he liked that song.

Before he could really comprehend how stupid it was, he started singing along quietly. "I want, want, want, whatcha want, want, want, give it to me baby like boom, boom, boom," he sang quietly, moving back and forth in his seat absentmindedly. He didn't see Blaine turn to look at him as he continued singing. "Tonight, Imma get a little crazy, get a little crazy, baby," he growled, and Blaine had to literally force himself to draw his attention back to the road. "Commere rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Commere rude boy, boy, is you big enough?" Damn it.

This was messed up. Blaine was forming a crush on a guy he'd met after saving him from killing himself. And now here he was, flaunting his hotness and singing the dirtiest song played on top 100 radio stations. "I like the way you pull my hair." Stop it. This kid needs a friend, not a boyfriend, now get it through your thick skull!

It was then Blaine realized he didn't really know where Kurt lives. He felt odd asking, however, having just insisted on taking him home. Besides, he didn't really want Kurt to stop singing. "Um, so, where exactly do you live?" Kurt turned to look at him.

"I knew you didn't know," he said coyly, cocking an eyebrow at him and throwing him a red-hot smirk that made Blaine blush. And Kurt noticed. "I live in Lima." He gave him the address and they were on their way again. The song ended and Blaine sighed dejectedly before blushing furiously after realizing that was out loud. Dammit.

"This is it," Kurt announced, pointing to a white-ish house on the end of the street. Blaine pulled into the driveway and Kurt turned to him sheepishly. "Maybe you shouldn't come inside or anything. Dad might flip out that I have a boy with me. Y'know, a boy he doesn't know. Hell, I hardly know you." Wait. A boy he doesn't know? Does that mean...?

"Yeah, you're probably right." Kurt began to unbuckle his seatbelt when Blaine said, "Wait." The glasz eyed boy looked up at him and Blaine said, "Can I give you my number?" Nice.

"Excuse me?" Kurt replied, raising an eyebrow - but not-so-teasingly this time.

"I mean, I'm not putting the moves on you or anything." Yeah I am. "I just thought, y'know, if you're ever feeling down, you could shoot me a text."

"I hardly know you, Blaine," Kurt muttered, but he took out his phone anyway, half-smiling again. Blaine quickly dialed in his digits and handed the phone back to the gorgeous boy sitting next to him. "I'll text you," he called behind his shoulder as he headed for the door.

But he didn't.

And we'll find out why soon enough. Also, frazzled!Blaine, jealous!Blaine, lovestruck!Blaine and puppy!Blaine are my favorite Blaines. Just for future reference, ya know. ;) Ok, reason Kurt's almost kind of perfectly okay in this chapter: he's with Blaine. Duhhh! And despite the fact he's just met the boy, something about him - as mentioned - makes him let his guard down. However, as soon as they part, it goes back up. Just sayin'. Until next time!