Chapter Two

"You're the only place that feels like home."

"I Slept with someone…" Fall Out Boy

Kurt felt the fog that he was caught up in lift slowly as Blaine closed his door and walked around the car to get into the driver's seat. Blaine always seemed to have a way to put Kurt's mind at ease, to unscatter things; without a word or a particular action, sometimes he could even push the fog back before Kurt even knew it was setting in. Kurt never told Blaine just how much that meant to him, how much it saved him; but he knew, at least Kurt hoped, he knew.

Kurt smiled a grateful smile over at Blaine as he turned on the car but then immediately scrunched his nose and switched off whatever the hell was blaring out of his radio and switched it to the Ed Sheeran CD that he knew was always in there. He leaned back in his seat as "Wake Me Up" started playing through the speakers looking over at Blaine humming the words, his elbow hanging out the window. Even though it was cold outside, Blaine always insisted on blasting the heat and rolling down the windows, Kurt rolled his eyes to himself knowing that they have had this argument a million times; it was a hopeless cause.

As they drove to Perry's they heard the music blasting from the Tower Bar and Blaine looked over at Kurt and he looked at Blaine, both with the same expectant smile on their faces. Blaine made a quick U-turn and pulled straight into the parking lot of their usual bar. Kurt laughed as they both got out of the car quickly and linked his arm with Blaine's automatically as they walked towards the entrance.

"Okay. Just one drink… then home."

"Sure, pumpkin. I am the dd so don't make me have to carry you. You weigh more than you think you do."

Since Blaine was already waiting for it, he managed to escape from the punch that Kurt aimed at his side.

"Hey, no need to get violent. I only speak the truth."

He chuckled at the eye roll Kurt had perfected on Blaine and pulled him into his chest, dragging him inside the bar, greeting Tom the bodyguard with big grins on their way. They could make their way to the bar without getting separated, Kurt ordering two long islands without even looking Blaine's way first. Practice does make perfect. Blaine leant his elbows back on the counter and looked around the bar, not even trying to be subtle when his eyes lingered on a red head with blue eyes. He flashed the girl a signature Blaine smile and turned to look at Kurt, leaning over to speak in his ear.

"Are we flying solo or do you want me to be your wingman?"

Kurt followed where Blaine's eyes were lingering on the short red head in the corner trying to play hard to get but failing miserably, he shrugged his shoulders and nudged Blaine forcing him to back up a bit.

"What makes you think *I* need a wingman?"

Kurt winked at the tall blonde boy at the end of the bar and clinked his glass with Blaine's.

"Solo, but don't forget about me. And give me the sign when you need me to come save you after you have inevitably put your foot in your mouth."

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hip and dragged his hand across his stomach feeling him tense his abs in surprise. Kurt just smirked at his reaction before turning towards the blonde in the corner that now had his eyes trained about 6 inches south of where Kurt's face was.

Blaine mirrored Kurt's smirk and leant over to whisper in his ear, making sure to make eye contact with the guy Kurt was eye fucking seconds ago.

"Hands to yourself, Hummel, or your boy toy for the night will think you're already taken."

He placed a sloppy kiss on Kurt's cheek and chuckled loudly when he saw him wiping it with the sleeve of his shirt immediately after with a death glare on his face.

"Good luck, pumpkin."

He took a couple large sips of his long island and winked at Kurt playfully before hoping off his stool and making his way over the dance floor, keeping his eyes on the red head. He had to sway his hips to the beat for only a couple minutes before he felt the brush of soft fingertips on his back. He let his lips curl into a flirty smile and turned around to face the first lucky one of the night. It was the red head. Of course. He wrapped an arm around her surprisingly bare waist and pulled the girl closer, eyes searching for a pair of baby blues before catching them over the shoulders of the tall blondie. He sent Kurt a triumphant grin and returned his gaze to the girl who already had one finger hooked in Blaine's belt loop. Blaine licked his lips. He loved when they spoke the same language.

Kurt let Blondie; his real name was Bryan or Ryan, Kurt couldn't quite hear over the music and didn't care all that much to get clarification, buy him a couple drinks and as he downed his second drink he allowed blondie to not so casually slide his hand lower and lower on his waist until it was practically resting on his ass. Kurt didn't mind the forwardness, in fact he liked it more, less work for him at the end of the night and it was a good sign the guy wouldn't take offense when Kurt didn't want to turn the hookup into a sleepover. Although, Kurt was pretty sure when they decided to turn around and come into the bar that he wouldn't be going home with anyone who wasn't Blaine tonight, but he would be sure to get Blondie's number for a rainy day.

As Bryan or Ryan whispered in Kurt's ear, he scanned the dance floor for Blaine but couldn't find him in the crowd so he draped Bryan/Ryan's arm over his shoulder and pulled him to the dance floor to secretly look for Blaine. Blondie wasted no time pulling Kurt close by the waist and Kurt responded automatically but looked past him the whole time scanning the crowd for his curly haired best friend, which only took a moment to spot him across the dance floor, this time with a muscle head with short brown hair and a t-shirt that was two sizes too small. He watched as the guy put both of his hands in Blaine's back pocket and talked so close to Blaine's ear that Kurt could have sworn he was basically licking his ear lobe. He knew Blaine was equal opportunity guys and girls but sometimes his taste in people surprised Kurt, and let's face it, no one has been good enough for him anyways.

Kurt suddenly wasn't in the mood for dancing and if they didn't leave soon he was going to switch to Jager shots; which he knew would end very badly. He motioned to blondie that he had to get some air and walked towards the back bar that was in Blaine's direct line of sight and leaned against it waiting for him to make eye contact. He was hoping he could get Blaine's attention without having to go over there, although he wasn't above it, he could tell from his vantage point that this guy wasn't worth Blaine's time.

Jess or Jessie or maybe Jessica was a good kisser. She made good use of her tongue and sometimes teeth and knew exactly how to lick into Blaine's mouth when he gave her a squeeze on the waist. Blaine had actually thought he would give her a ride in the Audi before ending the night. But that was before he felt the presence of a big, bulky body behind him, pressing so close Blaine could actually feel how excited Mr. Muscle was getting. He pulled back slightly from where he was wrapped up in J's arms and pressed back against the guy who probably was no one other than the big boy checking Blaine out shamelessly over the bar ever since he was dancing with the pixie haired girl. It was after Blaine let himself be sandwiched between them and winked at Jess suggestively that she narrowed her eyes at Blaine unbelievingly and yanked his hands off of her waist. It was the way she looked at the spot where Blaine and the muscle guy were pressed against each other as if fused so disgustedly that made Blaine get it. It wasn't the number of participants that bothered her. It was that both were male. Blaine didn't even spare her a single glance, her unbelieving "Seriously" was nothing more than a fly buzz and just turned around in the arms of the big guy. He was listening to him going on about how *sorry* he was for causing Blaine a dance partner and how willing he was to make it up to Blaine if he let him when he noticed Kurt, leaning against the bar looking over Blaine's way with a distant look in his eyes. It wasn't the face of a having fun Kurt, nor was it a happy drunk Kurt and Blaine didn't like it one bit.

He didn't even think about excusing himself from the guy before letting himself out of his grasp and made his way towards Kurt, concern readable in his eyes when he finally made it to the bar.

"Everything ok, pumpkin?"

Kurt gave Blaine a small smile as he approached shooting the muscle head a stern look making it clear he shouldn't follow Blaine to the bar. His eyes trailed down Blaine's chest, mostly to avoid Blaine's concerned look noticing three buttons were unbuttoned.

"Yeah I'm finnne. Too many long islands and not enough hot men. I'm ready to go home."

Kurt looked over Blaine's shoulder to his dance partner who seemed to be moving closer to the bar by the second, that or Kurt's depth perception was being affected by the alcohol, he nodded his chin over at him catching Blaine's attention.

"But if you want to finish with Hulk over there, I will just grab a cab. Just don't get crushed."

Blaine was already shaking his head when Kurt started his sentence with "But", his eyes widening comically at the nick name Kurt used for Mr. Muscle as he managed to curl his lips into a smirk.

"But Kurt, think of what he must be hiding under those jeans..."

He reached out and took Kurt's wrist to pull him closer to himself, his chest hitting Blaine's because obviously someone was drinking a little too much and standing still wasn't his forte for the night. He wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist tightly and started towards the exit, mouthing a sorry at the lover boy over Kurt's shoulder.

"Let's get those cheeseburgers and go home. And if you're lucky I'll even share my six pack with you."

Blaine opened one eye groggily and groaned when the sunlight winked at him through the burgundy curtains. He buried his face deep into his, no wait- he inhaled the soft fabric beneath his nose- Kurt's pillow and let out a deep sigh. He knew he said that a lot but this time his head was really going to kill him.

He draped one arm over what he supposed would be Kurt's chest but it only landed on the empty space next to him. It took another fifteen minutes or so before Blaine opened his eyes properly, taking in his surroundings. He was in Kurt's bed. Pretty normal. Kurt wasn't in it with him which wasn't very normal.

He rubbed his knuckles over his eyes, wincing as another shot of pain traveled to his head and got out of the bed, his foot hitting the empty vodka bottle next to the bed. Ugh. There was vodka too. No wonder Blaine was feeling he had an apocalypse in his head right now. He opened the door to the living room only to find a sleeping Kurt in his ninja turtle's boxers, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, rising up and down as he breathed in and out. Blaine looked around for his phone before picking it up from the floor and taking a quick pic of the adorable -Kurt would agree to disagree- sight that met him before setting his phone down on the coffee table and throwing himself over Kurt on the couch, his body covering Kurt's from head to toe.

"Wake up."

Kurt didn't even move.

"Kurt, wake up."

A silent groan escaped Kurt's lips.

"Kuuuuurt."

The groan was more audible this time.

"I think I am dying, Kurt. Kuuuurt."

Blaine was hit on the head.

Everything was magnified by ten as Kurt struggled to hold on to the dream world he was in that was quickly floating away and being replaced by a pounding headache and a dry mouth. Blaine's voice was much louder than it needed to be at this hour (it could have been 7am or 7pm, either was way too early for this hangover), his body like a furnace on top of him; which would have been kind of comforting if he wasn't whining in his ear making him feel like his head was going to explode. He deserved the smack he got on the back of the head. Not only for acting like an annoying five year old but for letting him pass out on the couch, Kurt didn't remember falling asleep but he would have much rather woken up dead to the world laying on Blaine's chest rather than balled up on the couch with a human blanket shaking him awake.

"If you're not dead, I'm going to kill you. Stop yelling!"

Blaine nudged his head into the crook of Kurt's neck and looked up at him with slightly blood shot puppy eyes knowing full well that Kurt was powerless against them. Kurt gave Blaine and over exaggerated eye roll and wrapped his arms around Blaine's body, kissing his forehead gently. Kurt would be perfectly content if they didn't move from this exact position for the rest of the day, if fact Kurt was considering insisting upon it.

"Why did you let me drink so much, B? And why am I on the couch?"

Blaine let out a content sigh when Kurt finally took Blaine's corpse like body in his arms and he snuggled further into Kurt's chest.

"Let you drink? I found an empty vodka bottle in your room. You know what that shit does to me. Why did *you* let me?"

His satisfied sigh turned into a groan when Kurt first carded his fingers through his hair but then tugged it a little too hard for it to be counted as playful.

"Fuck, Kurt stop it."

He propped his elbow up on Kurt's chest and looked down at him with big, pleading eyes.

"Make me waffles."

Kurt looked at Blaine in shock and pushed him off so they were squished chest to chest on the couch. He was delusional if he thought Kurt was going to go anywhere that wasn't the bathroom or this very couch and he was crazy if he thought that Kurt was capable of cooking anything right now except maybe pop tarts. Kurt could resist the puppy eyes, he had to draw the line somewhere… at least he would try.

"Make *you* waffles? Are you kidding, I am half way to dead because someone, meaning you, thought it would be a great idea to watch Harry Potter and take a shot every time someone said "Harry." *You* make me coffee."

Blaine winced in pain, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips when Kurt pushed him off of him, ruining the perfect relationship his body had with its personal human pillow. He wrapped one arm around Kurt's waist and pulled him even closer, throwing a leg over his, practically trapping him between the back of the couch and his chest.

He placed a soft kiss on Kurt's cheek and pulled back to look him the eyes, puppy dog eyes full in force.

"Kurt. You are halfway to dead. I *am* dead. And the only thing that can bring me back is your waffles. Please."

"No, Blaine."

Kurt bit his lip and let out a frustrated sigh.

"Stop it! I'm not giving in, this is so not fair."

Kurt could swear he heard a whimper escape Blaine's pouty lips. He couldn't take looking at his face a moment longer, feeling himself lose his will power by the second so he turned around only to have Blaine pull him into his chest and rested his head on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt didn't have to see his face to know it was equal parts adorable and annoying.

"Fine. Fine, but I'm not making them for you, I am making them for me, you are just lucky my recipe is for two batches."

That was a lie, before Blaine he made waffles all the time for himself or to split with his little sister, but he didn't have to know that. Kurt didn't want Blaine to think Kurt would give him whatever he wanted whenever he wanted even if that was the truth.

Blaine smiled a big smile and buried his face in Kurt's neck; scattering butterfly kisses all over before pulling back to whisper in his ear.

"You are just the best thing that's ever happened to me."

He closed his eyes and settled his nose in the crook of Kurt's neck, giving it another ten minutes before he would nudge Kurt to get up and feed him as he was too comfortable where he was at that time.

Eventually, after Kurt was satisfied with his Blaine morning cuddles, he moved off the couch and into the kitchen walking more like an old man than a 21 year old. He shot Blaine a bitch glare as to warn him not to say anything before he even opened his mouth. He got out the ingredients and quickly mixed the batter, just in case Blaine tried to sneak in and figure out the secret ingredient. But it turned out he didn't have to worry because Blaine hadn't moved from where he left him on the couch, only now he was cuddling a pillow instead of Kurt.

Blaine looked like such an innocent boy all curled up on the couch, Kurt smiled at him as he mixed his batter wishing he had met Blaine sooner and been there to see him when he was the sweet curly haired boy his mom bragged about so much. His life would have been so much easier if that had actually been the case. Kurt shook his head, realizing he had been staring a little too long and called out to Blaine.

"Get you cute butt in here and make me some coffee. And your aspirins are on the table, drunky."

Blaine got up from the couch in slow motion, holding his head as he made his way over the kitchen, inhaling the heavenly smell of the waffles Kurt's magic hands created. He started the coffee machine and groaned at the sound it made while working.

"Oh my god everything hurts, Kurt..."

He wrapped his arms around Kurt waist from behind and rested his forehead on his back while waiting for Kurt to take the last waffle from the waffle pan.

"I'll do the laundry this week, I promise."

Kurt set down the overflowing plate of waffles on the counter and wrapped his arms backwards around Blaine squeezing tight.

"You don't have too, I'm not going to stop you but you know I would have made breakfast for you regardless, can't let my Tum Tum starve!"

Kurt winced even before Blaine pinched his sides. He knew he hated that nickname that Kurt came up with for him while he was dealing with the dreaded freshman 15. The pinches slowly turned into relentless tickles that had Kurt gasping for air.

"Okay, okay I take it back! Let's eat, asshole."

Distracted by the mention of food, Blaine let go of Kurt and brought their mugs to the table before taking his place next to Kurt. The first waffle was consumed without even breathing, Blaine wasn't even sure he remembered to chew his bites. He was stuffing the second one with strawberry topping this time into his mouth when his phone rang, startling both Kurt and himself.

"I should've switched it off. Everyone should know not to come between me and my waffles."

He set his mug down and signed at the unimpressed look Kurt gave him before getting up to take his crying baby from where he left it after he took the picture of the day. Of course it had to be someone Blaine couldn't ignore even if he wanted to because he knew the moment his phone stopped ringing, Kurt's would start. He returned to his seat, rolled his eyes at Kurt and answered his phone.

"Hey, mom.

"Jesus, not so loud."

"No mom, I wasn't sleeping. I was having breakfast."

"No, I don't know what time it is."

"Ugh stop yelling. I wasn't wasted again okay, watched Harry Potter with Kurt, believe it or not."

"You know he is."

"Why don't you call him instead and save us the trouble next time?"

Blaine narrowed his eyes at Kurt's evil grin before handing him his phone. That little shit was everyone's favorite. But then he remembered the waffles waiting to make their way to his tummy and let Kurt's voice be the background music for his breakfast. Kurt could have his mom. Blaine had the waffles and he was so the winner.

Blaine pressed his lips together tightly to keep himself from laughing at the way Kurt was fidgeting with the collar of his shirt, the way he kept messing up his hair by running his fingers through it and then trying to fix it all the same.

"Oh my god Kurt, stop it. You're not meeting the queen. It's just mom."

Kurt gave Blaine a dirty look, but to Blaine the worry hidden behind the sharp, bright eyes was obvious.

"Parents make me nervous. You know that."

Blaine looked over at Kurt with a soft look in his eyes before pulling into his parents' driveway and stopped the car. He turned to face Kurt, hands reaching out to take Kurt's in his on their own accord.

"She already loves you more than her only son here. She'll adore you, Kurt I know she will. How can she not? You are just amazing."

Kurt ducked his head making Blaine smile with the blush forming on his cheeks and leant in to place a small kiss on Blaine's cheek, both unaware of the lean figure peeking through the curtains with a satisfied smile on her face.

Blaine's mom met them at the door, her eyes landing on Kurt immediately before pushing Blaine out of her way and giving Kurt one of those hugs that would always leave Blaine breathless but giddy at the same time.

"So happy you're finally here, Kurt. I was going to come visit you myself if my son couldn't persuade you to join us in the near future."

Blaine leant back against the wall and enjoyed the way Kurt squirmed under the verbal and physical attack from his mother.

"Thanks for having me um –I know I should call you Mrs. Anderson but you just look like Blaine's prettier older sister… I'm glad to be here. You have a lovely place."

For a moment Blaine got scared his mom would start tearing up but she could pull herself together before giving Kurt a 1000 watt smile that this time scared Blaine shitless.

"Oh my god Blaine where did you find him? Elise is just fine, sweetheart. Let's get you inside; I have cookies I hope you'll love."

This was how Blaine lost his mother to his best friend or his best friend to his mother; he still wasn't sure about it.

Kurt took the phone from Blaine sticking out his tongue before smiling big when he heard Blaine's mom's sing song voice on the other end.

"Hey Elise"

"Right…. Right, Hey Mom!"

Kurt threw his balled up napkin at Blaine when he shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Okay… my head is killing me. Drank way too much last night and ended up sleeping on the couch so my back is all twisted."

"Yeah, I already took some Aspirin, don't worry so much, I will be fine."

"No, no class. Just going to make Blaine watch movies with me all day… Don't worry I will be sure to tell him."

Kurt covered the speaker and kicked Blaine under the table.

"Your mom says you better take care of me all day."

Kurt couldn't help but giggle at the mock disgusted face Blaine gave him as he shoved the last bite of waffle in his mouth.

"Cookies? Well I hope I'm still not hungover by then, but you know I never object to Mama Anderson's famous double fudge cookies. Yeah I'll share… right yeah only if he's a good boy."

"We'll come visit soon, promise. We love you too! Bye Mom!"

Kurt got off the phone and grinned at Blaine's grimace.

"Your mom is making *me* cookies and says I can share, but only if you behave yourself. Oh and she also said I get to pick the movies today."

Blaine shook his head in disbelief and downed the rest of now his lukewarm coffee, wiping the corner of his mouth with his hand.

"I take it all back. You're definitely not my favorite person. I can't believe you're taking her side. *I* am supposed to be your best friend, not my mom. Do you even hear how fucked up that sounds? Jesus…"

Blaine muttered all he wanted while Kurt did his best job not to laugh at him openly. As if Blaine didn't know the reason for the twinkles in his eyes or the way the corner of his lips kept twitching up.

"Ugh shut it already."

He was about to leave the crime scene when he heard his phone chime with a new text. He reached out for it before Kurt, smiling when he saw it was from Trish.

"Yess! The only person in my life that likes me more than you."

To Blaine: How is my handsome bestie doing today?"

He took his phone with him and went inside the living room, tapping at his phone before calling out to Kurt teasingly.

To Trish: Nursing a hangover :( Be nice to me. How's your weekend been, princess?

"She calls me her bestie by the way. Burn."

Kurt went from being on the verge of laughing to frowning in the time it took for Blaine to tell him someone else was calling him bestie. Low blow. Kurt fiddled with his coffee cup at the kitchen table, staring at the now cold coffee not even wanting to be in the same room as Blaine's phone that had text messages from his new bestie. Kurt just made himself sicker by the second thinking of someone else replacing him, someone else taking away his cuddle partner, someone else comforting Blaine when he was upset or bitching with him when he needed to bitch. It was probably Kurt's biggest fear, to lose Blaine, nothing seemed worse than that. He walked out slowly to the living room looking down at his hands taking a seat on the opposite side of the couch, glancing at Blaine as he typed away on his phone. Kurt spoke quietly; looking at Blaine not able to help is worried eyes.

"But she's not yours, right? Like um…It's still you and I. Because I can't handle being replaced."

To Blaine: That's what you get for getting drunk without me. :( It's boring. Claire made me go see this stupid rom-com with her and I just can't stand it. Entertain me? ;)

Blaine was half way through replying to Trish's text when Kurt joined him on the couch, uncharacteristically quiet as he took a seat further than he usually would. Blaine dropped his phone somewhere on the couch when he heard the nervous tone in Kurt's question, the way he kept missing his eyes even when Blaine returned his gaze and tried to understand if he was joking or not. He was not. Blaine could relate. They were never good at sharing.

He crawled over Kurt until their knees pressed against each other and took Kurt's hands in his, playing with his fingers as he waited for Kurt to look back in his eyes.

"Still? It's *always* you and I. You're the only person in the world that I can be myself with completely, without weighing my thoughts or measuring my words. She's a pretty friend I have fun from time to time. Replacing you seems pretty impossible to me."

Kurt smiled. How could he not? Blaine always knew exactly what to say to put his mind at ease. It was a pretty stupid question, Kurt knew that he and Blaine were a certainty, a fact, sometimes the only constant in his life but it was so precious that sometimes he just needed the confirmation that Blaine felt the same way.

Kurt pulled Blaine into his body, wrapping his leg around his.

"Yeah. I know. You're my person, just making sure the feeling's mutual."

Kurt handed Blaine the controller.

"We can watch whatever you want, just tell your mom I chose."