Hey guys! So I basically LOVE Hawk Nelson so I thought I'd add that in there. I mean, I love Darren Criss about 10x more but I think it would be weird if I put one of his songs in here. Speaking of Darren, how amazing is he? I love him. Scratch that. I'm in love with him. But anyways, Blaine and Kurt are roommates. :D This chapter is a little racy, and I think I might change the rating to M later… do you guys think I should keep it T? If you don't please tell me. If you do…then tell me. And if you don't give a damn then tell me that too xD. So, without further adieu, here is Chapter 4 of Unexplainable Feelings.

Kurt was on his way back to his room. He had a lot of work to do from the week before since he had "disappeared". He suddenly felt very, very thankful that he lived on campus instead of back in Lima. Those two hours that it took driving back would have been precious time he could have used to catch up on his work.

Kurt probably should have done it in the library, but that would mean that he would not be able to spend the rest of his night with Blaine. Even though he knew that they were roommates and would see each other all the time, this was an opportunity that he just couldn't pass up. When he got to his room, Kurt unlocked the door, and settled on his bed with his laptop and books.

About twenty minutes later, Blaine opened the door. "Hey!" he tossed his keys and bag on a desk and looked around the room. It was now free of duffel bags. A side of the room which was once empty was now filled with picture frames, a few posters, and some other personalized items. "Whoa, when did you get the chance to unpack your stuff?"

Kurt looked up from his notebook. "Oh, I came back during my free period and unpacked all my things…do you like it?" he tapped his pen to the side of his mouth.

"Yeah! It's awesome!" Blaine said while looking at a picture from a photo booth. It was of him, Rachel, and Mercedes doing various silly faces. He couldn't help but smile at a small photo of Kurt making a squishy face, and another of him doing the Lady Gaga claw pose. "You're so photogenic!"

"That's embarrassing." Kurt said as he quickly got up from the bed and tried to grab the picture away from him, realizing he forgot to hide the more "personal" photos. Blaine moved his hands quickly, and they both laughed as he played keep away. In a quick motion, Blaine put his arms around Kurt, holding it in his hands so that the photo was on the small of Kurt's back. He hadn't thought this action through, and Kurt was in complete shock at the position they were in. The feeling of Blaine's embrace sent chills all through him. He couldn't move. All he could do was stare into Blaine's eyes.

Blaine, oblivious to what he was doing, thought he found a clever spot to put the picture, not fully realizing just how close their faces were to each other. He had expected Kurt to jerk around or something. Maybe even try to reach around or…
Oh my god, what am I doing?

Blaine finally snapped into reality and his cheeks immediately turned deep red with embarrassment. In an attempt to fix what he had done, Blaine changed his position to holding his hand far into the air to keep Kurt from grabbing it.

Kurt had stepped shyly away from Blaine, and looked up at Blaine's arm stretched out. He tried to give Blaine his best annoyed look, which didn't go very well considering his cheeks were bright red and his mouth was still wide open from shock.

"Really?" he reached up and grabbed the photo away with ease. "You're short." Kurt gave Blaine an evil grin, earning a charming smirk in response.

"Most ninjas are." Blaine said while stepping back and sitting on his bed. Kurt put the picture in a drawer in his desk. He took off his blazer and tie, folded them neatly, and climbed back onto his bed. They sat in silence for about five minutes. Blaine was texting and Kurt continued his work. "How are you doing without your phone?"

"Terrible" Kurt said, not looking up from his work. "I'm forcing Finn to buy me a new one. I've already left him several threatening wall posts on Facebook. I should have one by the end of the week."

"I see." Blaine nodded, sitting Indian style on his side of the room. A smile slowly started to appear on his face. "This is going to be awesome."

"What is?" Kurt said while looking up at Blaine.

"Sharing a room with you, of course." Kurt smiled, blushing. Blaine took off his blazer and tie. He unbuttoned the top buttons near his collar exposing his white tee underneath and casually leaned back on his pillow. He stared at the ceiling. "Sharing a room with my best friend." he repeated, sighing a sigh full of contempt. Kurt looked up at Blaine.

Why does he have to be so gorgeous?
"Yeah, I'm pretty much the life of the party." Kurt closed his laptop and placed it with his books in a pile next to his bed. "As long as Barbra Streisand and Aretha Franklin are invited to the party as well." Kurt picked up his iPod and shifted through the songs, settling on his Broadway playlist. Ella Fitzgerald started to play.

"What did you think of the song we did in practice today?" Blaine continued to stare at the ceiling.

"It was an odd song choice, but we sounded surprisingly amazing."

"I know right! Hawk Nelson! Who'da thunk right?" Blaine sat up, flailing his hands as he talked. "When I first joined the Warblers I thought acapella only sounded good with oldies and ancient Broadway tunes. God, was I wrong."

"Yeah, I thought so too," Kurt crossed his legs, "until I saw first saw you guys doing Teenage Dream. It was pretty hot."

"Hot?" Blaine chuckled, smiling at Kurt.

"I mean like, cool, awesome."
…orgasmic even.

Kurt blushed at that last thought."It had a different kind of feel from New Directions. When the New Directions perform it's like we're coming to you, trying to get your attention. With you guys it's like you can get the audience to come to you, eager for more."

"So you DO like it here!" Blaine joked as he got up and looked through his dresser for something to change into.

"Oh no, I hate it, you guys make my ears bleed." Kurt said sarcastically as he watched Blaine pick out a dark brown v-neck, and a pair of faded men's skinny jeans. He started to unbutton his shirt when he noticed Kurt staring at him.

"…Should I go into the bathroom? Is this weird?" He wasn't able to read Kurt's expression.

Oh my Gaga. I'm actually sharing a room with Blaine. He's changing in front of me. I might actually get to see him…shirtless. Did he just say something?
"Sorry, what?" said Kurt, finally breaking out of his daze.

"Are you cool with me changing in front of you?" Blaine said, giving Kurt a confused look.

"No – I mean yes! I – it's totally fine – go ahead." Kurt got up and looked through his own closet, trying not to stare at Blaine as he took the rest of his shirt off. Kurt's mouth parted slightly when he saw Blaine's figure out of the corner of his eye. It had always been concealed by his Dalton uniform. He had always imagined a strong physique underneath, but he didn't really know what it truly looked like. Blaine's biceps flexed as he pulled his fresh t-shirt over his head. Kurt realized that he was staring, and tried to pry his eyes off of Blaine's torso.

Then Blaine removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Kurt looked down at his own pants and realized they were starting to grow.
Holy shit, I've got to control myself.
Kurt grabbed a towel and turned around. "I'm going to go take a shower!" He said eagerly, trying to cover up his nervousness. He walked as fast as he could towards the bathroom door. He couldn't help but look while he walked. He closed his eyes tightly as if to discipline himself. You've got to stop this Kurt

Once he was in the bathroom; he stripped himself of his clothes, and stepped into the shower. He gasped as the cold water hit his body, and from there tried to calm himself down.


Kurt stepped out of the shower, reaching for the towel he had brought in earlier. He could hear a guitar strumming from outside the door. He combed his wet hair down and reached for his clothes. "Oh no, my clothes" He whispered to himself. Kurt looked at himself in the mirror, and thought about what he could do next. He took a deep breath.
Why the hell not?
Kurt took the white towel and wrapped it around his waist, tying it in a knot at his hip.


Blaine was sitting on his bed, strumming his guitar. His laptop next to him displayed the tabs for "King of Anything" by Sarah Bareilles. He was playing with the chords, trying to figure out his own slower version of the song. He continued to lightly sing, somewhere in the middle of the song.

You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into…

Blaine's singing was interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door. He kept strumming. He would have kept singing, but there was a lump in his throat, so he couldn't. Kurt glanced at him, cheeks burning red, as he made his way to his closet. Blaine watched Kurt from behind. He'd never seen him so exposed, so beautiful. He stared at him, admiring his porcelain skin and what he could see of his legs. Kurt turned around, moving to his dresser, giving Blaine a view from the front. Blaine was surprised to see small abs on the front of Kurt's body. He never really imagined that Kurt had any muscles at all. In fact, he quite a surprising amount of definition on his abdominals and on his arms. His eyes wandered from the top of Kurt's chest to the small trail of hair leading from below his belly-button to the top of the towel. Blaine stopped strumming.

"Do you work out?"

"Excuse me?" Kurt said softly, a bit taken back. He had felt Blaine's eyes on him the whole time, not sure what to do about the whole situation.

"Sorry – I have no filter." Blaine closed his eyes, lowered his head, and rubbed the back of his neck in shame.

Kurt looked down at the clothes in his hands. He had chosen his white bleached skinny jeans, a black polo, a grey vest, and a striped blue scarf. "– no it's alright" he said quickly, "I do, actually, when I can. How about you?" Kurt was equally as curious, especially after seeing Blaine without a shirt before.

"Three times a week." Blaine was beginning to sense the awkward silence present in the room and started to strum again.

"Hmm." Kurt sighed as he went back into the bathroom. He quickly got dressed, not wanting to be naked anymore than he already had. After another twenty minutes he was done blow-drying and hair-spraying his perfect hair.


When he opened the door again Blaine looked like he had been in deep thought. He had. He was trying to process all of his emotions in his head, but he wasn't getting very far. All that made sense that was the fact that Kurt was his best friend. He wanted things to stay that way, but he couldn't get the image of Kurt in a towel or the feeling of his arms around Kurt out of his head. It was like a tiny idea had been planted in his head which fed on everything he knew, infecting every thought he had. His stomach growled. He decided to think about it more in depth later.

"You wanna go get dinner?" Blaine asked. The Dalton cafeteria only served breakfast and lunch. Except for the barbeques that Dalton held on Sunday evenings, the boys were on their own for dinner during the week.

"Sure!" said Kurt, grabbing his shoes.

"Awesome. I'll ask Wes and Dave if they want to tag along." Blaine grabbed his phone and typed out a text. Kurt looked out the window at the setting sun.
This so beats living in Lima.

Ooof! There is a LOT of Klainey flirty stuff. Do you guys think this is getting to raunchy? Because I think it might be best that I change the rating to M. Is it necessary? I don't even know, I'm still vaguely new to this world of fan fiction. (: Well, till next time. Next chapter includes dinner, where things will probably happen. And I think I just might get Kurt drunk soon. I know, (: I'm crazy.