Blaine was waiting as patiently as he could while Rachel went through her vocal exercises for their rehearsal. But as she got higher and higher he got a little bored and looked over to Kurt, who was now sitting at his own desk just next to the kitchen counter and working on something.

"Blaine?"

"Huh?" He looked back up at Rachel when she clapped her hands for his attention and he grimaced in apology, "sorry."

"Ok, so I was thinking maybe we should go through a few bars of each song, to get a feel for what one is best for us."

"That sounds great."

"Good," Rachel said with an excited grin and Blaine focused completely on her, trying to ignore the scribbling of a pencil on paper in the background, "so I think we should start with 'One Hand One Heart.'"

A quiet snort was heard from Kurt at her suggestion and she glared over at him for a moment before turning back to Blaine.

They ran through the first two lines, and then Blaine became uncomfortable with singing a song about making love with a woman, and Rachel agreed it didn't really have enough of their soul in it for their assignment.

They ran through a selection of others, such as, 'My Favourite Things', 'Broadway baby', 'Big Girls Don't Cry', 'Don't You Want Me Baby' and 'What The World Needs Now'. None of them seemed to fit just right, and Blaine was becoming a little distracted with the chuckling that came from Kurt when Rachel started to suggest other Broadway songs.

"Alright what is it, Mr smarty pants," she said after Kurt had laughed again when she suggested 'Just Can't Get Enough', and she stomped her way over to him, "you think you can come up with something better?"

He turned to look at her, a little irritation on his face but his bored expression had a little amusement in it. Blaine watched as he placed a finger over his bottom lip and chin, toying around with his piercing there, and Blaine had to turn away as he blushed a little when he realized he was watching his mouth.

"Candles." he said after deliberating and Rachel turned to Blaine with a confused expression.

Blaine raised his eyebrows and looked between Rachel and Kurt as she stood trying to figure out what Candles was.

"You mean by 'Hey Monday'?" He asked and Kurt nodded as he turned back to his desk and Rachel walked back over to Blaine while he searched goggle for the song and then played it for her.

She seemed to like the choice, and after Blaine had played it a few times, she wanted to rehearse that one. Blaine liked it too, and after rehearsing for over an hour, they had the perfect set up.

They were excited because it was a risky selection but it also worked well with both of their ranges, and blended with their voices well. The lyrics were also not about love or anything so it didn't make any of them uncomfortable while singing it to each other.

They both thanked Kurt after they were done, who only acknowledged them with a tilt of his head and Rachel then asked Blaine if he was staying for dinner. He spared a glance at the back of Kurt, the red haired head bent down in concentration as his fingers worked over the paper in front of him and then he turned to Rachel with a smile.

"Sure."

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Rachel had insisted on Blaine staying that night, because dinner conversation ran kind of long and she didn't want him making his way across half the city to get back to his place. He agreed and Rachel disappeared into her bedroom at about midnight and Blaine settled himself down on the couch.

The sound of light tinkering and scribbling from Kurt's desk in the kitchen was the only sound in the apartment and Blaine found it surprisingly soothing as he drifted to sleep.

He woke up at about 4am, with a horrible stiff sensation in his neck and with a groan he pulled himself off the couch and made his way to the bathroom.

When he came back he walked into the kitchen and almost had a heart attack.

"I thought you would have been in bed by now." He said to Kurt as he tried to calm himself down.

Kurt didn't look up at him at all, just shrugged one shoulder and continued making whatever he was on the sheet of paper in front of him.

"Don't you sleep?" Blaine asked quietly as he moved into the kitchen to make himself a coffee.

"Insomnia." Kurt offered his reply and Blaine's brows furrowed.

"So how many hours do you usually get a night?"

"2."

"That must reek havoc on your artwork, right?"

Another shrug and Blaine turned back to the coffee machine, making one for himself and then one for Kurt. He placed Kurt's mug on the edge of his desk, watching Kurt looking at it nervously, or rather watching Blaine's hand.

"Can I see what you're working on?" Blaine asked as he tried to tilt his head to see over one of Kurt's shoulders, and Kurt stiffened his stance a little but then took a deep breath and relaxed slightly.

"Sure." he said almost hesitantly and Blaine grabbed a stool from the table and placed it down at the side of Kurt's desk, making sure not to have any form of contact.

As he watched Kurt work on his piece for a while, he could feel Kurt's eyes flick over to him every now and again, but he didn't look back. And after about 10 minutes, Kurt seemed to feel more relaxed because he moved some of his supplies out of the way, so that Blaine would be able to get a better view of his work.

Blaine threw him a smile and as Kurt took a break to drink his coffee, Blaine leaned forward a little to take a look.

"Wow," he said as he looked over all the different aspects of colour and form on the page, "you're really talented."

The artwork itself looked like a tornado, but it was what was inside it that really mattered. Furniture, people, animals, trees, there were some clocks, and statues, and ornaments too. The colours were blended enough to make it artistic, but not blended completely so that you could pick out every little detail and item in the picture.

There was a whole part just covered in sequins too, like the tornado had just swept up sequins from the desk and started spinning them around.

The intricate details of it were beautiful, and it was so chaotic.

"Chaos of life."

Kurt's soft voice made him startle and Blaine's head shot up to look at him, seeing Kurt's curious and soft gaze fixed on his face.

"Is that the title?" Blaine asked, finally finding his voice as he stared into almost dark sapphire coloured eyes.

Those eyes were so closed off and yet so soft and expressive at the same time. Blaine knew that didn't make any sense but right now in this moment he was stuck and couldn't look away. He could feel his eyes needing to blink but he didn't want to lose this moment.

Kurt nodded and then looked back down at his work, and the spell Blaine seemed to be under was broken.

Well...that was strange.

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Kurt had no idea what to think about Blaine. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy, but Kurt had been fooled by that kind of act before.

He was more guarded now than he had been, and very meticulous about people.

Blaine seemed to want to talk to him and Kurt wanted to be polite so he did answer, although he was a little nervous as Blaine leaned in closer to look down at his artwork.

Blaine had been looking at every detail of his work with great interest and awe that Kurt felt like telling him something, and so he did. He didn't expect that stare though.

That was very discomforting. Not in a bad way, but Kurt couldn't tell what Blaine was thinking, only that his face seemed to say he was interested and infatuated. Kurt felt like smiling but he didn't, just nodded at Blaine's question and then broke their gaze by looking away.

Blaine was handsome, Kurt wouldn't deny that if asked, and there was something about the depths of his warm hazel, almost chocolate coloured eyes, that made Kurt's expression soften and his shoulders relax a little.

Blaine's presence was a good one, he decided. Maybe he could make a new friend.

"Where are you studying?" Blaine asked and Kurt flicked his gaze back over to those warm green swirled brown eyes and sipped his coffee before answering.

"School Of Visual Arts." Kurt replied as he took up a ball point pen and started scratching other details into the artwork.

"How's it been so far?" Blaine asked again and Kurt shrugged.

"Good."

There was a brief pause and Kurt thought Blaine was done talking but placed his chin on his hand and his elbow on the desk, looking at Kurt with a small amused smile.

"Do you always give such short and brief answers?" He laughed as he asked and Kurt couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as his lip quirked one side with amusement too.

"Usually."

Blaine laughed.

Kurt was just about to add a little more to their conversation when Rachel emerged from her bedroom.

"What's so funny?" She asked as she moved into the kitchen and Kurt didn't acknowledge her but Blaine turned to give her a grin.

"Kurt's being funny." He explained and she shot a look between them before starting on pulling together breakfast.

"That's a new one, I've never heard him say more than one word for months." She said quietly as she pulled eggs and fruit out of the refrigerator, "Kurt do you want breakfast today."

"No."

Blaine frowned at him a little, and before he could ask why Kurt wouldn't eat, Rachel interrupted.

"Blaine, would you like breakfast before you go home?"

Kurt saw Blaine stiffen a little as he seemed to realize that he still needed to go home, and he almost cracked a grin at the way his eyes widened. He politely declined Rachel's offer though, and began moving around to pack up his things and put his shoes back on.

Kurt was a little disappointed that he wasn't staying longer, but in the end, Blaine was Rachel's friend not his, so he doubted he would see Blaine again.

As he tried to concentrate on his work, ignoring the hustle and bustle going on around him now, he almost didn't catch the phrase that was directed at him.

"Bye Kurt."

He turned around to see Blaine standing by the door with a small smile, Rachel standing next to him, they were both looking at him. Blaine with hope and amusement while Rachel stared at him with a little confusion.

"Bye Blaine." He replied, and the grin that spread across Blaine's face at his response was incredibly disarming for Kurt.

He almost, almost smiled himself.

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Kurt had never been so wrong about someone in his life.

Blaine was very interesting, that much he knew. But the fact that Blaine had started hanging out at the apartment more, to hang out with both Rachel and Kurt, well that was new.

Usually friends that Rachel brought home, tended to think Kurt was weird and would keep their distance, not Blaine though.

Currently Kurt was engrossed in a particular article that one of his teachers had given to him about an upcoming project for their final grades this year, and Kurt was scoping through every detail of it he could. But Blaine was sitting next to him, reading through it too, without touching him.

Blaine was careful.

With the touching.

Not even Rachel was that careful and she was his roommate, and she had seen a freak out before.

Kurt was appreciative that Blaine seemed to understand and know just how close was too close for Kurt. And when Kurt stiffened his shoulders or shifted slightly in his seat, he knew he had become too close.

"What about that live model art piece?" Blaine pointed out and Kurt thought about it before shaking his head.

"Doubtful."

"Ok, what about the sculpture?" He tried again and Kurt turned to him with a raised eyebrow and Blaine gave him a grin, "what? You'll be good at whatever you choose."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Blaine said again with a smile that would melt ice, "I told you before, you're really talented Kurt."

"I'll think about it."

Rachel commandeered Blaine after that, for help with some things at Nyada, some dance routine and sheet music. Kurt went back to thinking about his final project. The live model would be a great idea, and really out there, but Kurt didn't have the money to hire a model to sit for about 6 weeks while he drew them.

And sculptures had never really interested him, he was more of a paper and pencil kind of artist.

Not that he thought he couldn't do it, but he preferred the other type of art styles, even though if he could build a model it would add a few good things to his repertoire.

But he would leave it for now and decide later.

He watched Rachel and Blaine for a little while, doing some kind of spinning move, and then rolled his eyes as he got out his pencils for his still life drawing.

He had a bowl of fruit in front of him on his desk, but Kurt wasn't focused on them. They would be in the picture, but it was the metal knife he had placed against the bowl that he would put the main focus on. The teacher in that particular class always preferred a little macabre in the art pieces.

Blaine had somehow without Kurt's knowledge or awareness, moved back over to watch him at some point, and Kurt was almost startled as he shot his gaze over to him. Blaine put his hands up slightly.

"Didn't mean to startle you sorry." He said and Kurt ignored him again in favour of concentrating on the knife he was drawing, "so what's the deal with the knife?"

He was put off by the question a little, and his hand stilled for a second.

"What?"

"Is there a meaning for the knife being in the picture?" Blaine waited patiently as Kurt was drawing, and he sat quietly as Kurt thought about it.

"I'm not sure." Kurt admitted after a minute and Blaine looked a little surprised.

"Oh." Blaine said a little unsurely and quietly and Kurt turned to regard him with a curious gaze.

"Surprised?"

"Maybe, I thought artists always had a metaphor for everything they draw or paint." Blaine explained and Kurt allowed himself to think about that for a moment.

"I don't."

Blaine smiled at his answer and then let comfortable silence reign over them again, before Rachel came back from wherever she had disappeared to and began squawking again. Kurt winced a little as her voice rang in his ears.

"Blaine, I thought we could work on some of our acting class assignments together..." she started and Kurt tuned out her voice as Blaine moved away once more to go and work with her.

Kurt couldn't understand how Blaine managed to keep a smile on his face when he spoke to Rachel, but as he glanced over and watched them gush about different projects he realized how similar they were. They were both well into performing and singing and Kurt understood the appeal, who wouldn't ever want to be famous.

Blaine had a more comfortable air about him though, where as Rachel was just static every time she entered a room.

He smiled inside at the image of her hair standing on end, and got an idea for another piece of work.

He chuckled quietly to himself while they worked on their acting things behind him.