I don't remember what time I got back to Dalton. All I know is that as soon as I got back to my dorm, as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

The sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand near my bed had awoken me. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes with balled fists. I reached for the phone and held it to my ear without checking who was calling.

"Hello?" I said sleepily.

"Hey, Blaine," greeted the cutest voice in the universe. I brightened up automatically.

"Oh! Hi, Kurt."

"Were you still sleeping?"

I scratched at the back of my neck awkwardly.

"Um… Yeah. Kind of…"

"Sorry I woke you…" he said apologetically.

"No, no. It's alright. Don't worry about it." I looked to the clock. It read 7:14 am.

"Awesome. So, do you maybe want to get coffee this morning together since we don't have any classes today?" I sense the hope in his angelic voice.

I smiled into my phone.

"I'd love that." I said softly.

Kurt let out a sweet little giggle before speaking

"Meet me at my dorm when you're ready."

I agreed before pressing the red END key.

I stood up and made my way to the bathroom to get ready as quickly as possible.

xxXXKlaineXXxx

We walked into the Lima Bean, close, but not touching. It wasn't too busy today so there was no line.

"We'll have a one medium drip and a low fat mocha, please." I told the woman at the counter.

"That'll be four-seventy." the lady said with a warm smile.

Kurt attempted handing a five dollar bill to the woman but I grabbed his hand and held it, stopping him. His hand was so soft. He looked to me, his mouth slightly open. I let his hand go awkwardly.

"I got it, Kurt." I said with a smile.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the same wad of cash the man had given me last night. Kurt's jaw dropped in shock at the amount. I handed the woman a five and turned to hand Kurt his coffee before pocketing the cash again. I led him to the nearest empty table by the window and sat down opposite of him.

"Jeez, Blaine! How'd you manage to get so much money over night?" he asked once he sat down.

I took a sip of my coffee and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Just yesterday, you had like fifteen bucks to your name when you paid for our coffee."

I choked on a bit of coffee for a second and coughed.

"Oh, uh…" I couldn't figure out what to say.

"What are you? A drug dealer or something?" he laughed lightly.

"What?" I laughed, "Absolutely not."

"Then how'd you get that money? What was that? Like almost one hundred bucks or something?"

I was speechless. I took another long sip of my drink then stared at him.

"It's nothing. Anyways, do you have any plans today?" I asked, changing the subject quickly.

"Well, I was hoping maybe we could spend the day together."

I smiled at him.

"Alright. What do you want to do?" I asked with a puppy dog grin.

"Well, it's gonna rain soon," he informed, pointing to the clouds outside of the window, "Do you maybe want to just hang out and watch movies or something?"

I nodded.

"Okay, sure."

We spent the rest of the time finishing our coffees in silence, just enjoying each other's company, occasionally sharing friendly smiles.

xxXXKlaineXXxx

We bursted through my dorm together, laughing, completely soaked.

"I can't believe you made me just dance in the rain! My hair will never forgive you!" he laughed, shrugging off his wet jacket.

I walked up to him and brushed a piece of hair that had fallen on his forehead behind his ear softly. He looked at me. His eyes met mine.

"You're hair looks fine, stop worrying." I whispered to him. His face turned an adorable pink shade. He moved in slowly, hesitantly, until his lips were an inch from mine. His hands rested softly on my shoulders, mine still placed on his porcelain face. I gazed at him. He attempted moving closer, his eyes fluttering shut. I backed away when I realized what was happening

"I can't do this." I whispered softly. He looked at me dejectedly.

"What?" he asked. His voice made me want to cry. It was so broken and beautiful. I swallowed a sob.

"I don't want you to get hurt." I said, not having much else to say.

"I… I don't understand." He stuttered.

I let out a long breathe then looked at him. I could see tears misting in his perfect glass eyes.

"I like you, Kurt. I really do."

His throat hitched.

"Then, what seems to be the problem?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"I'm not right, Kurt. I'm messed up. I'm not proud of who I am."

He looked at me for a long while. He walked toward me and grabbed my arm, leading me to the couch. I turned to avoid his face.

"What is it? You can tell me anything, you know that. We're best friends, Blaine. Don't you know that?"

A tear escaped my eye. A reached out and brushed it away with his thumb.

"I can't." I said, my voice cracking.

He rested his hand below my chin and lifted my face up so that we were looking at each other, my hazel eyes melting into his blue ones.

"Yes, you can."

I shook my head sadly.

"C-can you maybe just… h-hold me?"

God, I hated sounding so weak.

He nodded then laid with his head against the arm of the sofa, his back resting on the cushion below him. He extended his arms out to me. I laid down with my head on his chest, my hand settling gently on his flat stomach. He wrapped his arms around me before planting a soft kiss on the top of my head.

"I'm always going to be here for you no matter what. Never forget that." He whispered soothingly to me.

I nodded before letting my eyes fall shut.

No one can know.

xxXXKlaineXXxx

TBC.

AN: Phew! May have gotten a tad bleary eyed writing all of that. Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to continue writing this. By the way, I wasn't so sure how much prostitutes get paid so I googled it. (Hopefully, no one goes through my internet history and sees that I have searched such a thing!) Apparently it varies A LOT. It depends on the quality I presume. Anywho… Reviews are wonderful for the environment!