I feel like this chapter was kind of slow, but that's okay. I didn't want to make it too long. Enjoy. :)

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Morning couldn't have taken longer to arrive in Kurts eyes. He hadn't slept at all due to the fact that Blaine was supposed to stay for the rest of the weekend. The discussion with his father about the subject had gone surprisingly well, taking into consideration the only other time Blaine(or anyone, for that matter) had spent the night, it had been because Blaine was drunk. The conversation had consisted of a simple "Keep it PG-13, kid" from his dad. He had received a text early this morning from Blaine, around 9 am.

I'm leaving now. Too early?

This text was what had woken Kurt up, and he responded as quickly as possible, trying to make it seem like he was already up and about:

No problem. I'll make sure breakfast is ready for you. :) See you soon.

Kurt had found Carole in the kitchen, putting away groceries from her weekly Saturday morning shopping trip. "Hey Carole? Are you okay making breakfast alone today? I want to jump in the shower before Blaine gets here." She agreed and Kurt went back upstairs to shower. He wanted to get done quick enough so that he would be ready by the time Blaine arrived, but he also wanted to look his best, which meant he couldn't rush his morning routine. Once he was out of the shower and done with his moisturizing routine, Kurt dug through his closet for a simple pair of black skinny jeans and a plain purple v-neck t-shirt. He decided to keep his hair natural as well, not wanting to seem too high maintenance for his friend/crush/whatever he was.

This decision seemed to be the best, for as Kurt descended the stairs, he found Blaine sitting on the couch next to a recently awoken Finn. Blaines hair was left un-gelled, his curls framing his unshaven face, and he wore a faded black Beatles t-shirt with plain, worn-out blue jeans. As soon as Kurt was noticed, Blaine turned and smiled at his friend. "Breakfast is almost ready, boys!" Carole called from the kitchen. Kurt smiled at Blaine and Finn on the couch, then his father sitting across the room and wished everyone a good morning before going to help Carole in the kitchen. She smiled as he grabbed silverware for everyone. "Your friend's cute. Blaine, was it?"

Blushing, Kurt went to grab plates from the cupboard, "Yeah, Blaine. And please don't stress too much on his cuteness. Currently sitting at the 'just friends' stage." Carole patted him on the shoulder with a comforting "He'll come around eventually" before putting the food on the table. Soon, the boys filed in from the living room and sat around the table. Kurt took a seat next to Blaine, "I wasn't sure what kind of breakfast food you liked, so I asked Carole to make a little of everything." He chuckled as his dad and step-brother dug into the mass of food, "And they'll eat anything, so hopefully there's something here you like."

"You've never seen me eat, dude," Blaine laughed as he scooped some scrambled eggs onto his plate, "My stomach's a bottomless pit. Finn, can you pass the pancakes? Oh, and the bacon too, please." Small talk was made all throughout breakfast, Blaine jumping back and forth between talking about the upcoming football game with Finn and Burt, and talking about things he needed to buy during his next shopping trip with Kurt and Carole. "Kurt, I saw this vest online-"

"Dude, don't even talk about vests," Finn cut in, "It reminds me of Mr. Schue." He went to grab for the last sausage link at the same time as Blaine, and they had a mini fork battle over it. Carole and Kurt both laughed as Burt swiped the meat from the plate. Finn stuck his lower lip out in defeat, "Hey, I was fighting for that, fare and square." He laughed as Blaine did this weird wrist flicking thing that reminded him of a movie he saw once with Rachel. "Dude, are you a fan of that one lame wizard movie series? Hairy Pocket, or something?"

Kurt made an 'oh no you didn't' look as Blaine's face hardened. "Hairy Pocket? Are you kidding me? It's Harry Potter, dude, and the books are so much better than the movies." Finn just looked at him weird, and Kurt giggled. Blaine turned, "Kurt, speaking of Harry Potter, that vest I was trying to tell you about. It's a Gryffindor vest. Just like the ones in the movie. I even found a matching scarf."

"Oooh, we'll have to go shopping soon! I definitely need to see that." Kurt clapped his hands together in joy. Finn continued to look at them strangely as they discussed their favorite parts of the book series. Kurt noticed Carole starting to clean things up, and realized that both Finn and his father had migrated back to the living room. He stood and started to help with clean up, when he was shoved towards the living room.

"Kurt Hummel, don't be rude. Attend to your guest! I'll take care of clean up today, honey." She smiled at him and pushed again, lightly, this time. "Go! Shoo!" Kurt smiled as he walked towards the still seated Blaine, hearing Carole sing quietly to herself. "Oh, Blaine, is there anything you wouldn't eat for lunch? Just making sure I make something everyone will eat."

Blaine stood and scratched his head, thinking to himself, "Uh...Nope. Don't think there is," he smiled at her, "Thank you for the consideration, though." He turned and followed Kurt into the living room, taking his previous seat next to Finn. Kurt sat on the other side of him. He leaned over to whisper, "Kurt, you have the greatest family. Seriously. Everyone here is so awesome."

Kurt smiled and looked from his step-brother to his father, and to Carole, all who seemed to have heard Blaines comment. "Yeah, they're great. More than I could ever ask for."

Burt cleared his throat, "Hey Kurt, Blaine, you guys think you'll be joining us for the Packers game?" Blaine nodded his head excitedly. Kurt shrugged and sighed, mumbling 'I guess so' under his breath. Burt stood from his chair and walked towards the kitchen, "Well, lets see if I can convince Carole to order us some pizza for lunch."

Eventually everyone was seated around the television. Burt had switched seats with Kurt so he could have a better view of the game. Carole sat in her chair, trying her hand at crocheting, and Kurt sat comfortably in his fathers chair, mind buried deep in a book. The men on the couch cheered and booed at the appropriate times, all fans of the Packers. Every once in a while, Blaine would ask Kurt about his book. He would respond, then ask "Are we winning?" The pizza had arrived and been eaten quickly, one box split between Kurt and his parents, the other box between Blaine and Finn, and they somehow managed to split a plate of nachos immediately after. The game turned out to be a major victory for the Packers, and was the main topic during dinner.

"Dude, it was so cool when Rodgers made that final touchdown." Finn shoveled food into his mouth, "Epic win." Carole slapped his arm and scolded him for talking with food in his mouth. He swallowed, "Sorry Mom. Hey Blaine, I didn't know you were into football. Favorite team?"

Blaine shrugged, "Don't really have one. I know a lot about the Packers because my room mate is obsessed with them. I'm really more of a soccer person, though. And I don't even know much about professional teams. I just like to play around with my friends." Blaine smiled and turned to Kurt, "This kid here, though. He's a boss when he's on the field."

Blushing, Kurt played around with his food. "I'm not that good. I'm just fast." He mad eye contact with Finn, "And I'm pretty good at kicking, I guess? Right, Finn?" Blaine gave him an odd look. "Oh, I didn't tell you? Finn got me on the football team last year. I was the kicker. The coach was pretty impressed." He shrugged as if it weren't a big deal.

"Yeah, dude, he was the reason we won that one game." Finn took a drink out of his glass before continuing, "You've gotta have impressive lower body strength to pull off that stuff." He fist bumped Kurt from across the table.

Kurt wiped his mouth with the napkin placed on his knee. "I dance, remember? A lot of that is all lower body." The conversation continued well after everyone was done eating, everyone talking about their athletic feats. Around 9:30pm, Burt and Carole headed off to bed, and Finn promised he'd play Call of Duty online with Puck.

Blaine stood from his chair and stretched, "Hey Kurt, want to go shopping tomorrow? I can show you that vest, and there's no point in making an extra trip later on. I found it at a store in the mall near here, anyways."

"Sounds good," Kurt smiled, "Are you an early riser? We can go first thing in the morning?" Blaine shrugged and muttered something like 'doesn't matter to me', probably not fond of waking up early on a Sunday. Kurt led the way to his room upstairs, "Well, I think as long as we're back here for brunch, Carole will be okay. I'll set my alarm for 9am." They stood at the foot of Kurts bed when he blushed, "Um...I didn't think about sleeping arrangements..." When he looked to Blaine, he noticed a little bit of a blush on the shorter boys cheeks. "Well, it's a queen size...Do you...Mind sharing? I'm sure I could figure something out if-"

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Blaine smiled, "We've shared a bed before, Kurt. You know I'm okay with it." They agreed to share the bed, ad Blaine pulled some shorts out of his bag while Kurt set his alarm. "I'm gonna go change."

Kurt changed into a pair of light blue silk pajamas before grabbing his bag off his desk. He walked out to the hallway and waited patiently for Blaine to finish changing. Brushing off some probably imaginary lint, Kurt looked up when he heard the bathroom door open. He blushed, noticed that Blaine was only wearing a pair of dark blue basketball shorts, the elastic of his underwear sticking out of the top. 'I wonder if he wears boxers or briefs?' His blush darkened and spread down his neck as he shook off the thought. "S-sorry, need to do my nightly moisturizing routine..."

'Huh, I never noticed how cute Kurt is when he blushes.' Blaine fiddled with the drawstring on his shorts, "No problem. I'm just gonna go lay down..." The boys shoulders brushed against each other as they passed, making Blaine shiver at the feel of the soft silk against his body. Before crawling into Kurts bed, he looked at the problem forming between his legs. 'Damn...This is just going to make things akward...' Blaine rolled onto his side, back towards where Kurt would be sleeping. He closed his eyes, but know sleep wasn't happening any time soon.

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And I realized some of my...thoughts...about later chapters. I'm keeping the story rated T, but I'm going to post some chapters separately, rated M for obvious reasons...Just a heads up.