Kurt's eyes went wide, his body frozen. Blaine moved towards him on the bed. "Kurt, did I say some-" Blaine was cut off as Kurt ran past him into his bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Confused, the older boy knocked lightly on the door. "Kurt," he asked through the door, voice laced with concern. He heard a grumble come from the other side. "Will you please open the door?" After a few moments of shuffling, the door opened to reveal a rather flustered Kurt.

Blaine tried to stifle a giggle threatening to escape his lips.

Kurt glared at the short boy. "Is my embarrassment amusing to you," Kurt sniped. He gave him an apologetic look. "S-sorry," Blaine laughed. Kurt struck his diva pose, hand on hip. "What are you laughing at!" He took in a deep breath, settling himself before he spoke. "You're embarrassed about facial hair," he asked in disbelief. "Well, it's not that I'm embarrassed about it…it's just that no one has ever seen me with it. I have an image to uphold and 'scruffy' so does not go with it. Plus, I cannot rock that look!" Kurt turned to the mirror as he spoke, examining the dreaded stubble. "That doesn't make any sense. You're a guy. You're supposed to have stubble!" Kurt rolled his eyes, trying to fix his unruly hair. "Plus, you look really hot with it." Blaine took his hand away from his hair, "and really hot like that."

Blaine turned, slowly letting go of the younger boy's hand, back into his bedroom. Kurt was frozen, his hand still slightly extended from where Blaine had taken it, his mouth agape accompanied by wide beautiful blue-gray-green eyes.

Did he just call me hot? And held my hand? Does he like me? No, no, no. He's just a touchy feely person. Don't get your hopes up...but...NO!

Kurt peered through the open door into his room to find Blaine falling back asleep on his bed. Thinking it was now safe; he closed the door again and lathered up. Just because he's seen me like this doesn't mean anyone else is! He reached for his razor and began shaving.

Now fully dressed and showered, Kurt slowly made his way upstairs, trying not to wake the gorgeous boy sleeping on his bed. He opened the door at the top of his stairs quietly to find his father on the couch in the living room. Oh great! Kurt thought, I completely forgot about that! Kurt recalled what had happened to Blaine last night and sighed. He doesn't have anywhere to go…"Dad, can I talk to you about something?"

Burt looked up at his fully dressed son, "you're up early. I thought you'd be sleepin' in." Kurt moved across the room to sit next to his father. "Dad…" Burt placed a hand on the boy's leg. "What's up? It's not…boy troubles…is it? 'Cause I can't handle that yet," Burt admitted.

"It's not like that. It's about Blaine." Kurt felt his dad sit up a bit. This wasn't his problem to tell, but there was no way around it. "Last night his Dad kicked him out for being gay," Kurt paused trying to think of the best way to put this. "He…he was really upset afterwards and called me…from his car." Burt looked confused as to where this was going. "He came here," Burt's eyes narrowed, "and we talked about what happened." Burt took in a breath to steady himself; he knew how his son felt about the older boy. "Where is he now," Burt asked, not really wanting the answer. Kurt looked down and whispered, "my bed."

Burt stood up in a rage. Kurt stood up too, stopping his father from running down to his room. "We are just friends, Dad! Nothing happened! There is no need to freak out!" Burt gawked at him. "Nothing to worry about? He's older than you! He'll take advan-" Kurt cut him off. "Blaine isn't like that! He is a complete gentleman and HE DOES NOT HAVE FEELINGS FOR ME!"

Burt was shocked by his son's sudden ferocity. "You have no idea what he's been through. That was the last thing on his mind!"

He moved to calm down his son, but Kurt took a step back. "I'm sorry I yelled, but I needed to get my point across. And I need to ask something of you…" he said quietly. Burt slowly sat back down on the couch and waited for a minute before he spoke. "He needs a place to stay, right?" Kurt nodded feebly. "I've haven't talked to him about staying, but I'd like for him to have the option." His father nodded, then became still.

"Alright, he can stay here. BUT you won't be sleepin' in the same bed. I'll have Finn bring down the spare and I want that door to be unlocked at all times. You go it?" His son nodded excitedly with a huge grin on his face. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," Kurt streamed out as he got up and kissed his father's forehead. He practically skipped to the kitchen.

"And Kurt," he stopped, but didn't look back at his father. "Thanks for tellin' me." His smile widened even more as he went to make coffee.

*beep beep beep*

The noise was coming from across the room on Kurt's desk. Blaine groaned at it, not wanting to get up. He felt safe here and he didn't want to face what had happened last night.

And there it was. Everything that had happened flooded before his eyes bringing tears.

He rolled over and clutched Kurt's pillow to his chest, soaking it with tears. What am I going to do? I have no where to go. I can't always stay at Dalton! And there it was. Blaine gasped in horrid realization. Are they still paying for Dalton? He'd fallen into hysterics. All he could bring himself to do was spoon the pillow and sob. His life had been torn apart.

No more home.

No more family.

No more school.

No more Warblers.

No more David and Wes.

Blaine wondered if his mother even knew what had happened. She wasn't home when any of it happened. Maybe she'll be willing to pay for school...

The boy inhaled deeply, filling his head with the scent of Kurt. Blaine stopped shaking so much, as the familiar smell washed over him. It calmed the sobs a bit. Maybe this isn't all bad. I still have Kurt (even though it's just as friends), right? He mentally kicked himself. Now wasn't the time for those kind of thoughts.

Just then he head another beep and the door opened at the top of the stairs. He quickly wiped his eyes and tried to straighten himself. A clinking of mugs was followed by Kurt coming down into his room. Blaine smiled at the expression of the younger boy's face. He was concentrating very hard on not spilling any of the liquid. As he set them down on his end table, Kurt looked up.

"How are you," he asked cautiously. The shorter of the two opened his mouth to respond, but was stopped as the tears began falling from his eyes again. He brought his head to his hands, which were now shaking. Kurt moved quickly to his side.

He held him close for what seemed like hours; slowly rubbing his back soothingly and shushing him in a sweet manner.

Finally, Blaine stopped shaking and wiped his eyes as his lifted his head, but not making eye contact with his friend.

Not being too pleased by this, Kurt took the other boy's chin in his hand, gently forcing him to look into his blue-green-gray eyes. How can one's person's eye by so colorful and mesmerizing? Blaine opened his mouth to speak and was stopped by Kurt's porcelain finger against his parted lips.

"Shhh, there's no need to say anything," Kurt purred soothingly, his hand moving to cup the boy's cheek. "Everything is going to be okay." Blaine sniffled, trying to regain his composure. "You can stay here. Finn and I will go to collect your things tomorrow. We've already talked to your father and he said it would be okay. And don't worry, I won't let him near your guitar." Blaine closed his eyes and leaned against Kurt's warm hand with a small smile. "Thank you," he whispered. He pulled the younger boy into another embrace.

You are wonderful. How did I even get you to be my friend? You're too good for me. Blaine sighed.

After a fer moments they broke apart to find tears streaming down both their faces. Blaine extended his to brush the wetness off Kurt's cheek. He smiled warmly at the sensation and groaned internally when Blaine pulled away.

Kurt turned around to retrieve the mugs, handing the small of the two to his friend.

"Coffee," Blaine moaned into the drink. The other boy smiled and took a sip himself.

Blaine frowned a little when he noticed Kurt's attire. "I see you're all ready for the day." He smiled crookedly. "Well, you looked so cute sleeping I couldn't bare to wake you and I didn't know what would happen if I got in the bed with you again...," Kurt trailed off, looking down at his comforter. The older Warbler blushed profusely. "Uh...sorry about that," Blaine said quickly. His eyes joined Kurt on the blanket.

They sat there for a long while sipping their coffee in a not-quiet-awkward-even-though-it-should-be silence.

*beep beep beep*

Kurt looked up towards his desk. "Who's texting me," Kurt asked to no one. "It went off before too," Blaine added. He got up to check his phone.

Blaine couldn't help but watch the taller boy. His eyes quickly drifted downwards noticing just how tight Kurt's pants were. He suppressed a moan. You can practically see EVERYTHING! And damn, Kurt! You are HUGE! As he turned around, Blaine was surprised that he didn't take the younger boy right then and there. His ass was perfect!

Kurt picked up his phone and walked back to his bed. Sitting down as he read. "Did you tell David and Wes?" Blaine shook his head. "You're the only one who knows." Other than my dad, Kurt thought. "Why?" Kurt handed him the phone.

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