A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to update! Thanks to those who are sticking with this! Enjoy!

Chapter 7

Kurt gets to class early the next day, face in its usual expressionless state. He keeps his eyes straight ahead as Blaine enters the classroom. He quickly scribbles something on a piece of scrap paper and launches it at Blaine's desk, thankful they are the only two people in the class room at the moment.

Blaine looks up as the paper bounces on his desk. He had a rough night and when he woke up this morning, he found he had a bit of a head cold. Combined with the ending of his night with Kurt, it didn't put him in a very good mood. He's tempted to throw the paper away, but with a sigh, he uncrumples it instead, curiosity getting the better of him. His lips twitch into an almost smile but he's otherwise expressionless as he reads the short note in Kurt's neat handwriting: "I used to have a crush on my stepbrother."

"How'd that work out for you?" Blaine asks.

"You'll have to find out. Your turn to write something," Kurt replies in a soft voice while pulling out his textbook and notes.

Blaine frowns and pulls out a pen. He writes "I serenaded my first boyfriend with an inappropriate song at his workplace and got him fired" before tossing the paper back to Kurt. He hates thinking about Jeremiah, but it was the only thing he could think of. And besides, that little bit of information seemed harmless enough.

As more students start to come in, he turns his attention to the powerpoint presentation he's set up.

Kurt snorts and scribbles down, "We shared a bedroom. What I believed was sexual tension was painful rejection." He glances at Blaine before tucking it into his pocket to give to him later.

Blaine spends the rest of the class groggily going over his lecture. He's boring even himself, so he decides to let class out early and go home for the rest of the day. He's sure his other students won't mind their class being cancelled, and he really isn't feeling that well.

Despite Kurt's earlier attempt at conversation, Blaine doesn't wait for him, instead going to his office to get someone to notify his students of their cancelled class. He's unaware that Kurt follows him at a distance. He doesn't even bother knocking this time as he enters the office. He sits down in the chair opposite Blaine's desk and sets the paper down, folding his arms over his chest. Blaine gives him a look before picking up the paper and reading it. He laughs bitterly.

"We've all been there," Blaine says pointedly.

"But hopefully in the rejection, they didn't start calling everything you own 'faggy,'" Kurt says in a monotone, ignoring the fact that Blaine was probably alluding to himself.

"O-oh. No. That they didn't. I'm sorry, Kurt."

"It's honestly fine," Kurt says with a smile. "At the time it was shit, but he made up for it at our parent's wedding."

"Oh? How did he do that?"

"We fucked," Kurt lies, keeping a deadpan face.

"After what he said to you?" Blaine asks as his eyes widen in shock.

"I'm kidding!" Kurt says with a smirk, tilting his head. "He actually sang me a Bruno Mars song and we danced together. Despite what that sounds like, it was actually quite brotherly."

Blaine lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and laughs.

"Are you guys close still?"

"Very much so." Kurt leans forward onto Blaine's desk. "See? Look at how nice we are, getting to know each other. So what song did you serenade your lover with?" Blaine blushes a little, because even after all this time, it embarrasses him. He does his best at keeping the other, darker thoughts about Jeremiah at bay.

"When I Get You Alone."

"How…wildly inappropriate for a workplace," Kurt says with a laugh.

"I know. I was stupid and I thought I was in love. I didn't really think about it. He didn't talk to me for weeks."

"You'll have to sing it for me sometime. I want to hear."

"Oh no no no no. I am never singing that song again!"

"Please?" Kurt asks, eyes glinting darkly.

"No. I'll sing whatever else you want. Just not that." Though Blaine's tone is light, his eyes are dark with something that makes Kurt shiver a little.

"I hope you know I won't drop this," Kurt says with a grin on his face. "I need to hear it." He laughs quietly. Blaine walks over to him, leaning over Kurt sitting on his chair playfully, whatever it was gone from his eyes.

"Well then I suggest you find a Tardis, because that is the only way you will hear me singing that song."

"Doctor Who?" Kurt smirks. "Wow, you are old." Blaine laughs.

"Only, what was it, 7 years older than you."

"8 years. I'm 16 now."

"Ah. That explains your immaturity then," Blaine says as Kurt rolls his eyes.

"I am completely mature. I just refuse to show it."

"Your eyes are going to stick like that if you keep rolling them at me," Blaine says and Kurt rolls his eyes again just for emphasis. Blaine shakes his head, but finds that he's smiling at him. "Don't you have a class to be getting to?"

"Nope," he says quietly. "Not for an hour."

"Hmmm. Well. I'm going home for the day. Will I…see you tonight?"

Kurt stands, walking up to Blaine and pausing in front of him, face inches away from his.

"Maybe," he answers. It seems to be his constant answer to Blaine. Blaine nods, knowing not to expect more from him, even after their pleasant conversation. He grabs his briefcase and walks out of his office, pushing the memories of Jeremiah back down where they belong.

Blaine went straight to bed when he got home and has been dead to the world ever since. His head was swimming slightly and his chest was tight with congestion. Nothing too bad, but he didn't want it to get worse. When Kurt comes by in the afternoon, Blaine doesn't hear him knocking on the door for a good five minutes. But when the knocking becomes more insistent, he finally blinks awake, not sure what woke him, until the sound registers in his Nyquil addled brain.

"Go away!" he mumbles crankily as he finds some pants and a sweatshirt to pull on. He pads down the hall in his sock and opens the door.

"Oh. Kurt. Hey. I wasn't expecting you so early." Or at all, he thinks to himself.

"You look terrible," Kurt observes, as he looks Blaine up and down.

"Thanks, sweetheart," Blaine says before launching into a coughing fit. "And to think, I spent all day getting ready for you."

"Obviously."

"I'm afraid I won't be much fun today," Blaine says as he sits down on the couch. "Sorry. I should have called you."

"I'm fun enough for the both of us," Kurt says as he sits down on the couch beside Blaine.

"Kurt, go home. I don't want to get you sick," Blaine says, leaning forward to rest his head on his hands. Kurt rolls his eyes, pulling Blaine to him and crashing their lips together.

"Oh no. I've been exposed," Kurt says in mock terror. Blaine slumps forward onto him, laughing a little.

"I tried to warn you."

Kurt lies down on the couch, pulling Blaine with him. He shifts so Blaine's head in on his chest and runs his fingers through his hair gently.

"Mmmmm. That feels nice," Blaine says, relaxing against him. Kurt doesn't reply, just rubbing his hands through his hair, pulling softly before scratching up the sides. Blaine moves so he's curled closer to him, laying mostly on top of him. Just five more minutes, he promises himself. Kurt starts stroking his cheek, closing his eyes and just loving the weight of Blaine on top of him.

"You don't have to stay," Blaine says quietly, though the way he's clutching at Kurt's shirt says differently.

"I want to stay," Kurt says simply.

"Thank you." Blaine curls up into him even more now, tucking his legs up.

"How was your day?"

"Uneventful. How was yours, pet? Besides getting sick." Blaine smiles softly at being called pet, even though he probably shouldn't like it. He feels that way a lot around Kurt.

"Well, I had my favorite student stop by my office for a little chat, which certainly brightened my day."

"Your favorite student?" Kurt asks, hands starting to move slowly down his back.

"Mhmmm. You know that Noah Puckerman. He's a great kid," Blaine teases as his eyes close.

"Yeah. He's a great fuck."

Blaine's eyes fly open and he laughs nervously. Kurt smirks again, still running his hands over Blaine.

"Doesn't matter," Blaine says sleepily. "You're mine now."

"Mmm."

Blaine pushes up from him slowly.

"I should take more medicine and go to bed. Will you…hold me till I fall asleep?"

"Of course, pet." Kurt sits up, walking behind Blaine to the bathroom. While Blaine gets more cold medicine, he fills a glass of water for him. Blaine takes the glass gratefully and takes his medicine. He takes Kurt's hand and pulls him to the bedroom. He immediately snuggles up to him, tangling their limbs.

"Thank you. For staying and taking care of me. It's nice."

Kurt hums his reply, kissing the top of his head as he closes his eyes, only for a short nap, he promises himself. Blaine settles comfortably in Kurt's arms, the cold medicine quickly kicking in and knocking him out.

When Kurt wakes up, he can see the rising sun peeking through the curtains in Blaine's room.

"Fuck…" he groans sleepily, trying to move but he can't because Blaine is pinning him down.

Blaine blinks awake slowly, still a little out of it but feeling much better. He feels a body beneath him and has a slight moment of oh-god-what-did-I-do-last-night before he sees it's Kurt and he grin goofily at him before rolling off.

"Good morning, sunshine!" he says, way too cheerily. Kurt groans, sniffling thickly. His nose is running and his eyes are watery and bloodshot.

"Good morning to you too," Kurt grumbles, head pounding.

"Oh no. I told you this would happen," Blaine says, moving to pull the covers up around Kurt and tuck him in. Kurt shivers and lets out a grunt as his response. Blaine feels his forehead and sighs.

"Looks like you've got a fever too. I'll be back." He goes to get him water and aspirin, returning a few minutes later to hand it to him. Kurt just pulls the covers over his head and sighs, not wanting Blaine to see him like this.

Blaine pulls the covers back gently and makes Kurt sit up half way to take his pills.

"I guess it's okay if you miss class today," Blaine says softly, kissing his warm cheek. Kurt sighs his reply, leaning against Blaine after he swallows his pulls.

"I have to get ready now," Blaine says after a few minutes. "You just stay here and rest. I'll be back as soon as my classes are done, okay?" Kurt flops back onto the pillow, curling up into a little ball before sighing again, annoyed with having to breathe out of his mouth.

Blaine gets ready quickly, already running late. Before he does, he checks on Kurt, making sure he has plenty of water and blankets.

"I hate to have to leave you…"

"It's fine…" Kurt mumbles groggily, sitting up. "I can go." Blaine lets out a huff and gently pushes him back down.

"Kurt Hummel, you are staying in this bed until I get back, do you hear me?"

Kurt grumbles, defeated, sprawling out on Blaine's bed, cheeks flushed from fever. Blaine tucks him in again and presses a kiss to his forehead.

"Stay under the covers. And drink lots of water. I'll be back as soon as I can." He gives Kurt a slightly worried look as he leaves his room and goes to work.

The moment Blaine is out of the apartment, Kurt sits up and pulls himself from the bed. He shuffles over to the kitchen, hoping to find some coffee but having no luck.

He groans, grabbing his back and almost falling over when he bends to put on his shoes. He catches the bus and wanders back to campus, trekking through the parking lot to get back to his dorm. There's a slight ring in his ears from the fever, but other than that he thinks he's fine. He goes back to his room and collapses on his bed.

Blaine rushes home during his lunch break, only to find the place empty. He growls at nothing in particular and kicks his trashcan as if it's to blame for his problems. He calms down after a few minutes, thinking maybe Kurt just felt better and left. He sighs and reaches for his phone, sending him a text.

You feeling better?

A little.

You didn't have to go.

I didn't like being alone.

Blaine sighs again, closing his phone. He doesn't have a reply that won't too angry. He goes back to school, teaching the rest of his classes for the day. When his day is over, he goes to the grocery store and buys some juice and cold medicine for Kurt.

He knows he's taking a huge risk, but he had looked up Kurt's dorm in his school records and he heads there now, knocking softly on his door. He figures most of the students on the hall aren't in his class anyway, and will just assume he's another student.

Kurt opens the door sleepily and almost jumps in surprise.

"W-wha?" His voice is hoarse. Blaine pushes in past him.

"I brought juice."

"I can see that."

"You should drink some. And take this." He hands him the medicine. "It will make you feel better." Blaine smiles at him, almost shyly.

Kurt takes the medicine and looks at Blaine.

"Do I upset you?" Kurt asks out of nowhere.

"Sometimes," Blaine admits.

"Why?" Kurt says in an indifferent tone, moving to put the juice in his small fridge without taking any.

"Because it's like whenever I get you to open up to me or make any…progress, you shut down and run away."

"Run away?"

"Well you weren't there when I got back today. And you left last weekend, too."

"Just because I didn't want to sit alone in your apartment doesn't mean I ran away."

"So you'd rather sit alone here?"

Kurt sighs.

"Well, then I'm alone either way. What does it matter where I am?"

"Because I wanted you to be with me. I came back to check on you. I would have stayed if I could, but we couldn't both be gone."

Kurt holds back a retort and just stares at the ground, biting the inside of his cheek.

"Kurt, I'm trying to make you feel better, not worse. So why don't you go back to bed? I'll get you some juice. It looks like your fever has broken at least."

Kurt sits back on his bed over the covers, staring up wide eyed at Blaine who, he realizes, has grown so attached to him already. It makes him uncomfortable because he's never had someone feel that way for him before.

Blaine rummages around for a cup then pours him some juice, handing him some of the cold pills as well, then sits down on the edge of the bed. Kurt takes the pills and scowls as he chugs down the juice.

"Are you happy now, sir?" Kurt practically spits at him.

Blaine looks genuinely hurt as he gets up off the bed.

"No. Not at all," he says before he gets up and leaves, shaking his head and wondering why he keeps trying with that boy. As he walks back to his car, he decides that that's the last time he's going to embarrass himself in front of Kurt. No more having him come over, no more sex. No more feelings. He's going to treat him as he should have from the beginning: like a student.

A/N: Hey so if you review, I'll update sooner. Maybe. Probably. :D