I'm about to get up and make myself look presentable when I hear keys in our door and the sound of Blaine coming in. We stare at each other for a moment and I feel awkward. I'm in my pyjamas with bed-head and he's wearing a casual but very well put-together outfit that makes him look, if possible, even more gorgeous. I notice that he has a massive black eye and my stomach sinks. Was that my fault? Is that what he wants to talk about?

"Hey, you're awake," he says, with a smile, walking over with a brown paper bag that smells amazing. "How are you feeling?"

"Awful," I say, as I pull myself up in bed a little. "What happened last night?"

Blaine develops a small frown and I'm immediately worried. Whatever happened last night was probably pretty serious and I still can't shake the fear that I've done something completely horrible.

"How much do you remember of what happened?" he asks softly.

Well, there's a question, because I was quite clearly beyond drunk. But now that I think about it, I can remember a few details here and there.

"Um, okay… well I was at Pulse and guys were offering to buy me drinks, but I kept declining." I cringe because it sounds so conceited, but Blaine doesn't seem to mind, so I carry on. "I don't really remember much more after that, but I remember there being a guy…"

My heart starts pounding as I remember the smell of him, his vice-like grip around me, and his foul breath on my neck. I also remember the sound of fist meeting face and the breaking of bones. I glance up at Blaine, but his jaw is completely fine.

The pieces start fitting together and I begin to understand what must have happened.

"Did he do anything to me?" I ask fearfully, afraid that Blaine's answer might not be the one I'm hoping for.

"Not more than holding you against your will and touching you without your say," says Blaine and I feel a small sense of relief mingled with disgust. Blaine's frown deepens. "The thing is, Kurt, it was still sexual assault. The guy clearly slipped something into your drink. If you hadn't called me when you did…"

"No," I say. "Don't make that my quick thinking. Who knows what he would have done if you hadn't stepped in? I'm assuming he was the one who gave you the war-wound?"

"Yeah," says Blaine with a small grimace "although I gave him something to remember me by too."

"I know," I say with a smile. "I remember."

Blaine blushes a little.

"Look," I say as I play with the edge of my duvet cover, "I know you're probably going to try to tell me to press charges."

Blaine makes as if he wants to say something, but I hold up a hand to keep him quiet.

"I'm not going to though," I say. "As far as evidence is concerned, I think they'll be able to say that nothing really happened. You only arrived afterwards and I was too drunk for me to remember anything enough to accuse someone. I think they might have more evidence to charge you with assault."

"But the guy punched me first!" says Blaine, the back of his neck turning red in anger.

"I know," I say, instinctively grabbing his hand to calm him down. "I just don't want you to get into trouble for my sake. You saved me last night and it would kill me to have you behind bars because of it."

I can tell Blaine doesn't like this at all, but he seems to respect my decision. Instead of arguing with me, he lets out a slow breath, calming himself down.

"You should really eat that," he says, still holding my hand and motioning to the delicious-smelling brown paper bag on my lap. "It'll make you feel loads better."

I peer inside to see the greasiest, most delicious-looking pastry I have ever seen in my life. The thought of all the calories I would consume makes me feel like handing it straight back to Blaine, but he did go through all the effort of going out to get it for me and it does smell amazing.

"Thanks, Blaine," I say, trying to articulate my thanks not only for the breakfast but also for what he did for me last night and his concern for me this morning. I decide in this moment to forget that Blaine has annoying habits and that he's flawed. Because seriously, who isn't?

No. I allow myself, for the first time, to admit that he's a pretty great guy.

"Hey, it's what any friend would do, right?" says Blaine, stroking his thumb across the back of my hand. He looks at me nervously for a moment and I can tell he's looking for some kind of confirmation that we are indeed friends now. How could we not be after what he did for me last night?

"Yeah," I say with a small smile and Blaine grins before checking his watch.

"Oh god, I have to get to the library now, but I'll be back in a few hours," he says and I can't help but feel a little disappointed when his grip on my hand loosens. "We could maybe watch a movie later, if you're up for it?"

"Sure," I say with a smile.

"Awesome," says Blaine, returning it. "I'll see you later then. Focus on getting better, okay?"

"Will do," I say with a small chuckle.

As he grabs his bag and heads off to the campus library, I am overwhelmed with a sudden realisation.

Maybe it's just because I'm still recovering from last night, but I think I'm falling for Blaine Anderson.