Besides occasional mischievous acts, being with Blaine was just so much fun. Having someone he could relate to, someone who shared his interests; it was surprisingly easy how quickly Kurt was falling for him.
The first time Kurt spent the night at Blaine's came about unexpectedly; It was the first day of winter break for Kurt; Blaine still had school till friday with them being on different schedules. Blaine had called Kurt and asked if he wanted to go to a movie to distract from his midterm studying; he needed a break, and Kurt could celebrate getting his exams done. It was a rather silly idea: Kurt came home from school exhausted, having pulled an all nighter the night before to cram for his final day of exams, and Blaine really should have kept studying, but Kurt could never resist an offer to spend time with him. Thus, they were going to a movie on a Wednesday night. Kurt slept through most of it.
Blaine and Kurt were once again walking back to the car. There was fresh snow on the sidewalk, making the edge of it unseeable, and Kurt stepped right on the edge, stepping onto the side of his foot. Losing his balance, Kurt cursed as Blaine grabbed him and steadied him, asking "are you all right?"
Kurt hopped on one foot, sucking air through his teeth. "No, no, crap.." Kurt held on to Blaine's shoulder and tested it, putting pressure on it, and cursed again. "I think it's twisted."
"Alright, wait here, I'll go get the car."
Blaine pulled up, and got out to help Kurt, but he had already hopped over and opened the passenger door. When they both got in, Blaine said, "Why don't I drive you to my house? We can get you some ice, you can spend the night as you don't have school tomorrow."
"I should really go home."
"It's starting to snow again. I was just concerned about you driving all the way home when it's so icy."
"Okay, fine. Let's go to your house."
Kurt was now cranky and in a thoroughly bad mood, due to his ankle and lack of sleep. Blaine didn't mention Kurt being irritable, instead saying, "Did you sleep through that whole movie?"
"We shouldn't have done this. We both knew there was bad weather tonight, and you have school, and I pulled an all nighter last night.."
Blaine was now looking at him, in between keeping his eye on the road. Kurt looked over.
"What?"
"You're kind of adorable when you're whiny."
"Shut up, Blaine." But Kurt was now smiling a little.
When Blaine is tired, he rambles, and when Kurt is tired he grows quiet, so it works out well for the both of them. By the time they get to Blaine's house and pull up behind Kurt's parked Navigator, Kurt is feeling the weight of a full 42 hours without sleep, and he is someone who cannot function like that. Blaine opened the front door of The Estate, as he had so called it sarcastically when Kurt had first seen it and felt his jaw drop. The mini mansion was some what of a sore note for Blaine, when they lived in an area where his families wealth was far from the norm. Kurt was surprised to learn he was rather uncomfortable with it, and didn't like to talk about it. Kurt had only been here a couple times, but he still looked up at the vast ceiling every time he walked into the entry way. Thank god Blaine's room was on the first floor and not up the set of wide curving stairs that looked like something out of Gone With the Wind.
Kurt sat on Blaine's bed while Blaine ran upstairs to make some tea and get ice. By the time Blaine came back downstairs, he found Kurt sound asleep sideways on his large bed, curled up into a ball, just his feet hanging off the side. Blaine tilted his head to look at him. He had a small frown on his face, but otherwise looked angelic. Blaine dropped the bag of ice that was wedged in his armpit (as his hands were full with tea mugs) onto the bed, and set the tea down. Then he gently tried to scoot Kurt up farther onto the bed so that his ankles weren't hanging into open air. Kurt half woke up, and helped, shifting up, as Blaine told him, "You need to ice your ankle, Kurt." Kurt just nodded and whispered, "Sorry.." as if he needed to apologize for falling asleep.
"It's okay." Blaine placed the ice pack on Kurt's ankle, then pulled the throw off his couch and draped it around him. Blaine realized he should probably call the boys father and tell him that Kurt was spending the night.
When Kurt awoke again, it was dark outside the window of Blaine's room. It felt really late, but it must have only been about seven. He opened his eyes to dim lamp light. Blaine was sitting at his desk, apparently working on homework and eating dinner at the same time. He must have showered at some point while Kurt was sleeping, as he was now wearing sweats and a plain t-shirt, twirling a pen through his damp curly hair. He was wearing black rimmed reading glasses which made Kurt gulp. He looked unbelievably attractive wearing glasses, and Kurt still wasn't used to seeing him without the Dalton uniform. Kurt sat up, his hair sleep tousled, and Blaine, hearing him shift, looked up from his work.
"Hey, there," he said quietly.
"Hello," Kurt said, smiling. When Blaine swivels around in his chair, Kurt can see that his t-shirt has a square on it, and the caption Square or Colorado? Kurt never pegged Blaine for cheesy print t-shirts, but it totally makes sense, and it's beyond endearing. It's adorable. Blaine is looking at him with a calculating eye.
"What?"
Blaine shakes his head. "You look exhausted," he says sympathetically.
Kurt sits up straighter and shifts the melting ice pack. "I feel better now. I have way too much going on right now. Weddings, homework all- nighters, twisted ankles.."
"How is the ankle?"
Kurt unconsciously touches it gingerly. "Ok. Better." He gestures with his head at Blaine's desk. "How's the essay?"
"Ugh."
"Just think- two more days."
"You guys have it way too easy."
"We aren't paying twenty thousand dollars for high school."
Blaine rolls his eyes. "True, true. Hey, would you like some dinner?"
"Sure, but I'm coming to the kitchen."
They head down the hallway, Kurt hopping, and go into the kitchen, where Blaine serves Kurt some stir fry and rice off the stove. "You're house is so..calming. It's such a nice respite to be here."
"Yeah, you should see it when my sister's around, it's a madhouse." Kurt still hasn't met her.
"Where is she?"
"With her school band, on a holiday concert trip up north." Blaine puts his empty bowl in the sink and sits down with Kurt at the kitchen counter.
"What does she play?"
"The sexyphone. That's the saxophone. Her words, not mine."
Kurt smiled and stabbed a snow pea with his fork. "I really want to meet her."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you will." A comfortable silence fell as Kurt ate. Thank god it was Winter Break.
