Blaine woke up the next morning and looked out the window from his bunk. He could see the sun was barely rising, looking at the clock, he acknowledged that it was five AM. He looked over to see Kurt sleeping soundly on his stomach with his head turned on the pillow towards Blaine. Blaine tilted his head to the side and smiled fondly at the way his arm hung over the bed limply.

But as he looked at Kurt's arm he remembers when he found his mother lying on the ground lying unresponsive. He remembers lifting her hand trying to wake her up and it falling back on the floor with a loud thump. Blaine's eyes started to water. He missed his mom.

All he wanted was for her to put her gentle hand on his shoulder to wake him up for school. For her to make him his eggs on toast, let him take a sip of her milky coffee, and to see her smile again. He wanted her to scold him when he made a mess. Hell, right now he'd settle for her slipper hitting the back of his head. He just missed her.

He snuggled in to his blanket, trying to sniffle quietly but his breath caught and he made a particularly loud cough. He buried his head into his pillow, continuing to quietly sniffle when he heard the slight creak in the floor coming from across his bed.

Kurt was plucking out a tissue from the box in between them and sat on the edge of Blaine's bed. He made a motion like he was going to wipe Blaine's eyes for him, but then pulled back and took Blaine's hand and set it in his palm. Blaine quickly dabbed his own eyes and blew his nose.

Blaine realized how loud he blew his nose and his eyes darted towards the bunk above Kurt's to check if Finn had woken up.

"Oh don't even worry. Finn could sleep through a zombie apocalypse, including the part where the zombies bite him," Kurt smirked.

Blaine smiled very slightly and wiped his nose as he sniffled, "Mmm."

"Puck will only wake up if you move him…or he used to if he wets the bed. He was doing that for a while, but I think he finally stopped."

Blaine raised his eyebrow at the idea of such a tough looking kid still wetting his bed at age nine.

"He had really bad dreams when he first got here, so I think it caused some problems…but don't tell anyone I told you that! Oh goodness, he'd kill me-"

"-Kurt!"

"He's going to kill me! I'm as dead as a cannery in a coalmine-"

"-Kurt! Stop!"

"I only found out because Mr. Schuster was talking to Nurse Carole when I went to get a cut cleaned! I wasn't even supposed to know-"

"Kurt, Kurt! I won't tell anyone! Quit worrying so much."

Kurt stopped his nervous rant and nodded.

Blaine laughed at him a little then spoke, "Why did you wake up?"

"Me? I heard you coughing. At first I thought I woke up late and Finn and Puck were having a spitting contest, which is highly unsanitary by the way, but then I saw you crying."

"I wasn't crying! I was just…I wasn't!"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "I won't tell anyone, Blaine. Not like I have anyone to tell, anyway."

Blaine nodded, "Thanks. You know, for the tissues…again."

"Thank you, for the tissue, Blaine," Kurt smiled, "And you're welcome."

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Not awkwardly, just quietly.

"So…you've made some colorful friends?" Kurt asked twiddling his thumbs in his lap.

"Yeah, Puck and Finn are pretty cool; their friends have been pretty cool. Especially Santana, she's, um, well she's welcoming, in her own way. And Brittany, she's…interesting. And you, you've been real nice to me!"

Kurt gave him a forced smile and then nodded solemnly.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Kurt continued to force his big smile, "No, of course not."

"Are you sure? I…you told me I could talk to you if I wanted. It goes both ways. You can talk to me too, Kurt."

This time Kurt looked at his feet breaking into a real but smaller smile, "Thanks, but I'm fine, Blaine."

The both sat together quietly until Blaine broke the silence, "Do you want to try to go back to sleep? It's still really early."

"No, I wouldn't be able to sleep now anyway."

"I'm sorry I woke you."

"Oh, no, no! It's fine! I'm well rested anyway."

"Would you, maybe, want to color with me or something?"

Kurt's eyes opened so wide, Blaine was afraid they would pop right out of the sockets, "You-you want to color? With me?"

"Yeah, I mean. We have like, over an hour before we're supposed to get ready for school. And I saw you coloring yesterday, so you like to color, right?"

Kurt let loose the biggest smile Blaine had seen him with since Blaine had attempted to invite him to dinner, "Yeah! I'll just, here, we can use my markers."

Kurt's skipped to a dresser and opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a big box of markers and a worn coloring book as Blaine smiled, "Can we share your book? I don't have my own."

Kurt skipped back over to Blaine, happily laying out all their supplies on the bed, "Yeah, of course! We can color in my farm animal one! Do you like pigs?"

Blaine nodded, "Yeah, I like that nursery rhyme about the piggies, my mom used to show me on my toes."

Kurt tilted his head to the side, "On your toes?"

Blaine's eyes got wide and he had to ask, "You never heard it?"

Kurt shook his head no.

Blaine smiled and, without warning, pulled Kurt's pajama-clad leg out from the under him and held his ankle.

Kurt made a little yelp as his body was being turned perpendicular from Blaine and lying down, "What are you doing?"

"I'm showing you the rhyme, look!" Blaine pinched Kurt's biggest toe and started his way down as Kurt began to giggle, "This little piggy went to the market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy had roast beef, and this little piggy had none-"

Kurt giggled, trying to pull his foot back as Blaine latched his fingers around Kurt's pinky toe. He yelped trying to catch his breathe, "Blaine!"

Blaine cut him off with a big grin and used his other hand to tickle the ball of Kurt's foot, "-And this little piggy went wee wee wee all the way home!"

Kurt was laughing manically and kicking his little legs by the end of it, and Blaine laughed along with him.

Blaine couldn't help but admire the cute way Kurt's eyes squinted and his nose crinkled as he giggled. Blaine decided then that he really liked being the cause of Kurt looking so happy. Finally Blaine gave him back his foot and Kurt sat back up with positively the biggest smile Blaine had ever seen on Kurt's face.

"So, did you like it?" Blaine asked smirking.

Kurt nodded coming down from his giggling fit.

Once they caught their breath Kurt playfully tossed the coloring book at him and they lied down on their tummies coloring a pigpen illustration together all morning. And even though Blaine insisted on coloring his pigs purple and a few clouds orange, therefore ruining the continuity of Kurt's perfectly colored pages, Kurt was happier then he had been in a long time.