So I'm an epic fail whale. In the last chapter I said that Kurt hadn't been to New York when in Glee they did for Nationals… Sorry for the confusion, I was half asleep when I wrote it :/ anyway, just for the sake of no more confusion; everything that has happened in season 2 of Glee is the same for these two lovely boys, except for nationals, for this story lets just pretend they went to Chicago or somewhere.

Thanks to all the lovelies who reviewed, I love you all. Reviews are just awesome, so why don't you hit that button once you've finished 'cause you'll make my day. =3

Oh yeah, I'm taking suggestions to any characters that you'd like to show up in the next few chapters, so feel free to suggest away :]

Obnoxious author note over, enjoy Chapter Four, there's lots of shameless fluff. And no, I don't own Glee.

They take a slow walk back to Blaine's apartment, through the layer of snow that seemed to grow by the second and the rain that drizzled down non-stop. Beautiful, yet bare trees line the street on either side, occasionally meeting in the middle, creating a slight slant of darkness as they walked under them. The scenery was so beautiful to Kurt that they didn't speak at all, Blaine had wanted to ask a few things but once he saw that look again he decided to just wait. He just lets his thoughts take over, enjoying the fact that the silence wasn't awkward between them, despite the years they hadn't talked. It was only when Kurt pulled out a lighter and cigarette that Blaine broke the silence between them.

"That's disgusting. How can you smoke?" he asks, pulling a face as Kurt takes a puff of smoke into his lungs. Kurt just glances sideways at him as he takes another drag, this time blowing the smoke out of his nose, obviously enjoying the horrified reaction that Blaine was giving him.

"It's an awesome stress reliever, what can I say?"

"It's also an awesome way to slowly kill yourself." he muttered sourly. Kurt Hummel, the boy who used to have a three hour moisturising routine, never ate carbs and looked after his body like it was a temple, was smoking. Blaine couldn't believe it. The Kurt he had spent his last few teenage years with never would have done that to his body, he knew the effect smoking had on people. His father had smoked for years and had taken its toll on his heart. But then again, Kurt wasn't the boy he knew back in high school. He was a man now, a man whose priorities changed; Blaine had to keep reminding himself that.

"Yeah yeah, I know Mr Judgy."

Blaine laughed, "Can you remember the lecture you gave me when you caught me out at the side of David's house, have my first drag ever? You were terrifying." Kurt blushed, remembering how angry he'd been at Blaine for smoking, he was drunk though, so that was a good excuse to get a bit over to top in a situation like that.

Once they entered the apartment it was already 4:30pm, the cover of clouds made it extremely dark so it felt much later to Blaine. Throwing his keys onto the side table, he turns back to Kurt with an excited smile on his face.

"Guess what its time for Kurtsie?"

Kurt rolls his eyes, "What Blainie?" He reaches over the couch and pulls out a DVD collection; "DISNEY TIME! I'm gonna go change." with that said, he hurried down the hall with Kurt looking back at him shaking his head, muttering 'child'.

When Blaine returns from his bedroom and takes a seat next to Kurt, it takes a minute for Kurt to notice what he's wearing.

"Mulan Pjs, Really Blaine?" Kurt laughs at the sight before him; Blaine clad in Mulan pj pants, grinning like a little kid on Christmas morning.

"Mulan rocks hard. You're so jealous right now, just admit it."

"How bout I admit that I'm dying for another smoke but haven't snuck off cause that little judgy look you gave me is scary."

"I seriously can't get over the fact that you smoke. What about all the healthy shit you used to do to 'look after the canvas' I remember your moisturising routine."

Kurt gets up and takes a look in the pantry, hoping to get the subject away from that. No surprise, there was nothing that can be used to make a meal with. Seeing a box, he pulls it out and turns to face Blaine "Count Crunch?" really?"

"Yup, its delish. How bout we just order takeout later? I've got a thousand menus in the top draw." of course he lived off take out menus, Kurt shakes his head but takes a seat next to him.

"Tomorrow we're going to go shopping and I'm going to cook you an amazing meal, something that isn't filled with fat. Just looking at this menu makes my pours feel disgusting."

"Your really going to complain about pizza when you smoke hundreds of chemicals everyday?"

"Are you really never going to let that go?"

"Nope," Blaine replies, smiling. Then he takes in what Kurt actually said before, "Wait, you're going to stay another night then?"

"Yeah, can't have you eating pizza every night can we."

…

They order pizza after having watched Mulan, with Kurt not protesting at Blaine's choices. They watch The Lion King while they eat. Timon and Pumba are just about to break into song when the power goes out and they're left in the dark. Blaine groans, not again. Stupid fucking apartment is so old.

"Fuck, sorry about this. The apartment block is so old that as soon as a bit of snow touches the lines, bang, the power goes out. Hopefully it doesn't get too cold tonight.." he muses, because sleeping on the couch wasn't going to be warm with the power out, yay for electric heating.

"How about you tell me all there is to know about Blaine Anderson. What new?" Kurt asks enthusiastically.

Blaine laughs, "A lot is new to you, nothing very exciting though.."

Kurt rolls his eyes and takes a small bite of greasy pizza. "Well obviously, but we're in the dark with nothing else to do so don't be so vague. Tell me everything there it to know."

Blaine opens his mouth when a phone starts to ring; Lady GaGa's 'Born this way' blasts through the room. He laughs as Kurt jumps up and runs to his bag. 'Sorry' he mouths, as he puts the phone to his ear.

"Oh hey Finn. Yeah, all good. Um, I don't know. Hah, no surprise there," Kurt rolls his eyes. "I'm not at home, no…" Blaine can't help but notice how frantic Kurt's voice has gone. Kurt paces around the small living area anxiously, nodding his head and giving little 'mhms' in reply to whatever his stepbrother is saying. Blaine just wants to get up and reassure him, but how can he when there's still gaps in the story he was told.

He decides that he has to say something though; Kurt seems to be struggling harder with every sentence he hears. Standing up and slowly walking to the other side of the room, he rests an arm on Kurts and smiles at him.

"Courage." He whispers. A flash of recognition to those words, flash into Kurts eyes, which seem to soften and gleam.

"Finn, stop. I need to tell you something, but, you have to promise not to tell Dad…" Blaine smiles again and heads towards his bedroom, giving Kurt the space he obviously needs.

…

Kurt's on the phone for over 20 minutes until Finn calms down enough so he can hang up and return to the nice night he'd been having with Blaine. He wasn't expecting Finn to take it how he did, sure he'd been angry as all hell and had said some scary shit, but he accepted Kurts plea to not tell their dad, who still had heart issues. Telling him that his little boy had gone unnoticed as a victim of violence for years really wouldn't help him. Running his hand through his hair, its greasy which it never normally is, it occurs to him that he hasn't had a shower in 3 days. Feeling awkward about asking Blaine to use his shower, he just stands in the living room, staring out the big window into the dim street outside.

Tiptoeing down Blaine's narrow hallway with only the light from his phone, presented to not be as awkward as expected for Kurt. He didn't fail and walk into anything this time. Blaine's door was ajar so he pushed it open slightly and stuck his head in, he tried not to laugh at what he saw; Blaine fast asleep, snoring lightly, sprawled out like a starfish across the bed with his iPhone on his face. Smiling Kurt crosses over to the only other door in the hallway, hoping it's the bathroom, to take a much needed shower.

The bathroom is simple and very neat, just like the rest of Blaine's apartment, the blue walls clashing with the yellow tiles on the floor. He opens the cupboard in search of a towel, he spots a small one and takes it out. It has a picture of The Lion King on it, also very Blaine. Smiling, Kurt starts to undress, hissing when he removes his shirt; he'd forgotten about the bruise on his ribcage. Once he's completely naked he takes in what he sees before him in the full length mirror behind the door. (He made a mental note to ask Blaine later on, why he had one there of all places.) His pale skin is still the same as its always been, but the bruises and cuts all along his small frame make him feel completely different. Tears sting in his eyes as he remembers the pain he'd been put through by Dave. Turning away, and not glancing back at his battered body, Kurt turns on the shower and steps in, sighing as the hot water washes over him.

Kurt steps out of the shower five minutes later, feeling less disgusting and smelling like Blaine. He wasn't too sure if he should use his products, but his hair was so bad that water alone wasn't going to fix it. He mentally scolded himself for enjoying the fact that he smelt like Blaine. Pulling the Disney towel around his waist, he wipes the steam off the mirror above the sink. Thinking to where his moisturiser is, he realises that fuck, its in his bag, along with his clothes. Which is in the kitchen. And he's practically naked. Awesome.

…

An uncomfortable buzzing and vibrating on his face awoke Blaine from his nap. Blinking a few hundred times it took him a moment to realise that yes, it was his phone. Squinting in the darkness, the light from his phone seemed blindingly bright.

One New Message:

From: Wes

10:02pm

Dude where u been? U still alive?

Sighing, he sent back a quick reply, telling him that Kurt had showed up unexpectedly on his door step last night. It was only a few minutes later when his phone vibrated again.

From: Wes

10:04pm

HUMMEL! WTF. EXPLAIN!

To: Wes

10:05pm

Wes, aren't we meeting tomoz anyway? It can wait..

From: Wes

10:06pm

Don't get ur panties in a twist. Fine. Cya dude.

Rolling off his bed, Blaine made his way out of his bedroom to see if Kurt was finished on the phone. He hoped Kurt hadn't been just waiting there for him, falling asleep while having a guest over isn't exactly the most courteous thing to do. Yawning loudly, Blaine opens his bedroom door and stifles a laugh at what he sees. Kurt, dripping wet, tiptoeing down the hall in a too small Disney towel.

"That's a good look, you should go out like that more often." he teases, laughing at Kurts shocked/horrified look as he spins around on his heels, almost completely falling over from his wet feet.

Clutching to the table in the hall, Kurt glares at him. "Blaine, you cant just scare people like that! I swear your little elf feet don't make a sound."

"Elf feet?" Blaine raises an eyebrow, he'd never been called an Elf before.

"Oh my mistake, Hobbit feet."

"Kurtsie, you've seen my feet, they aren't hairy."

"You probably wax them that's why." Blaine makes a face, cause really, the idea of waxing any part of his body made him cringe.

"I've grown, so Hobbit doesn't work anymore. Especially since there like a 2cm height difference between us now."

Kurt smiled roguishly at him, "Y'know what they say Blaine, 2cms can make a big difference." Blaine flushed, because the last time Kurt had said something like that was to do with cocks, their cocks to be exact and now he was thinking about it. Thinking about Kurts cock and - oh god why was he thinking about Kurts cock.

"Blaine, are you okay?" Kurt asks with concern, taking a hesitant step towards him. "You look a bit weird.."

Blaine doesn't say anything though, he just stands there looking at Kurt with an intense gaze because Kurt Hummel was standing in front of him in only a fucking towel and he was still thinking about cocks and he knew he shouldn't be but fuck how could he not when there was a tiny bead of water dripping down Kurts perfectly sculptured chest and into the small line of hair just below his bellybutton.

"-I was going to ask you if it was okay for me to take a shower but you fell asleep and now I feel awkward and rude for not asking. I'm rambling, I'll just stop.." Kurts frantic, nervous voice brings Blaine back to reality and he feels like the biggest jerk ever and he's so, so glad that Kurt doesn't know about the dirty things that just ran through his head. If he wasn't going to hell before, he sure was now.

"Yeah, um, no. Shit, it's fine Kurt. I was just thinking, lost in my own thoughts y'know? Sorry." Running a hand through his curly hair, he smiles at Kurt, hoping his lie was believable. "Oh, and sorry for falling asleep. How'd it go with Finn?"

"It went good, um, Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you mind if I get dressed then we can talk? Cause my ass is freezing right now."

"Sure, go ahead. We'll just sit in my room for now if that's okay? it's a bit warmer and well, it be nice to be able to see." Kurt nods and hurries off back to the kitchen to grab his bag.

A few minutes later Kurt opens the door to Blaine's bedroom, appropriately wearing sweats this time. He sits on the bed and folds his legs underneath him, just like he always did when doing yoga, next to Blaine who had just been lying down staring at the ceiling, this time he was awake though.

"So, did you tell Finn everything?" Blaine asks softly, he hates having to bring up something that causes Kurt emotional pain, but he just knows that if, like Kurt always used to do, it just bottles all up; it will just eat away at him.

Kurt nervously plays with a silver and black band that sat on his ring-finger, Blaine hadn't even noticed it before. "I told him what Dave had been doing.. What he had done.. To me.." Blaine sits up when he hears how Kurts breathe catches in his throat, like it always does right before he bursts into tears. Putting a hand onto Kurts shoulder, the younger man turns his head and lets the tears flow down his cheeks, all for Blaine to see. Instead of just having a hand his shoulder, his arms are around Kurt, holding him as the Kurt falls into them.

"So Blaine Anderson, tell me about your life here in NY." Kurt asks quietly, not breaking away from the comfort of the smaller mans arms.

"Well, I graduated from NYU two years ago with a bachelor in music, as you know. Then I kind of took a gap-year and just did nothing for a while, it was just nice to not have to worry about doing papers and having exams to worry about. At the end of last year I took part in a volunteer program for disadvantaged children and teenagers down at the local youth centre, just teaching them to play guitar and piano, every now and then there would be a few kids who had amazing voices and they'd want to learn more about what range they could get up to and things, so I'd help them with that. It was just another excuse to do something musical though, y'know? It was when the program came to an end that I really figured out how much I enjoy working with kids, seeing them get so much joy out of music is just a really beautiful thing. And well, long story short, I now work at the local middle school teaching music."

"Wow." Kurt smiles, because he always knew that Blaine would do something he loved, and that something was helping others through music.

"I'm so proud of you, Blaine."

Blaine grins back, "Thanks Kurt, really. If it wasn't for you I would have never applied for NYU. How about you? You mentioned something about college yesterday.."

"Oh yeah, well.. I was going to apply at NYU but then my priorities changed. I ended up going to College in Ohio for a year but then I dropped out when me and Dave became a bit more serious. It wasn't the same, the program was good but it was nothing like what they have here at NYU anyway." Kurt avoids Blaine's eyes while he speaks, he continues to fiddle with the ring on his finger. "I moved to Chicago to be with Dave once he got his scholarship to the police academy. Ever since I've just been working wherever I could get a job, Dave wasn't bringing in much money so I had to support us. I hated working shitty jobs while he got to pursue his dream."

"And that's fair enough, Kurt." Blaine smile disappears, eyeing the ring he keeps playing with. He just wants to ask if its a wedding band, but the last thing he needs is for Kurt to start crying again. On the other hand, his curious nature is dying inside with want and need to just know what it symbolises.

"I'm going to do it one day though.."

"Do what?"

"Pursue and fulfil my dreams."

"I know you will. I believe in you, I always have."

They sit in silence for a few moments, with Blaine staring at the beautiful moonlight and Kurt holding back his tears because for so long, no one had believed in him or his dreams.

"I saw the photo of you with Wes and David, are you still close?" tilting his head to look at the other man whose arms are still around him.

"There's no getting rid of those two. We don't hang out as much as I'd like but with David being married now and his kids, its hard. Plus Wes's constant partying its hard to catch him on a day where he's not either drunk or hung-over."

"Wait. Hold the phone. David is married? And has kids?" Blaine laughs at the shocked face Kurts giving him, he's not surprised though. He'd never expecting David to settle down so fast.

"Sure is, he and Ashley have been married for a year now. They met at NYU, she's an art student, her work is so amazing, you'd love her. And well now they have two kids, Benjamin is almost two and Lila is a few weeks old, they're beautiful kids."

He knows Kurt's listening but his eyes start to close slowly, then open for a few seconds, before closing again. Blaine smiles and goes to move away but Kurts pulling him closer as he tries to move the arms that's around his shoulder. The sleepy eyes he had before are gone and are replaced with a look of fear. Clutching to Blaine's hand, His voice comes out hoarse and barley above a whisper "Will you stay? Whenever I close my eyes I see him Blaine, I don't want to be alone tonight.." Blaine squeezes Kurts fingers, lacing them with his and smiles softly into the darkness around them. "Of course."

They fall asleep in each others arms, much like they had many years ago, but this time the feelings between them were secretive and guarded, for neither of them to see. Yet.