Roommates

A/N: I typed this at work, in between sending faxes, answering calls, and other exhilarating tasks... so if there are mistakes I'm really sorry.

Think of this as the calm before storm. The next couple chapters will be pretty chill, fluffy, and other adjectives. Just Klaine hanging out before they head off the meet Blaine & Rachel's family. Hope you guys like it, and please continue to review :)

The one where Blaine trolled the hell out of everything...


Chapter 8

Kurt gathered his notes neatly into a pile and placed them inside his textbook as his professor dismissed them until the next time they'd meet. Students began to stand and stretch their limbs for the first time since entering the room. It wasn't easy sitting in a class for almost three hours, even though their instructor did a good job of keeping focus with the conversations she often led, it was still almost three long hours.

As his peers began to tiredly traipse their way to the classroom's exit, linking with friends as they went, Kurt finally stood up to leave. He lifted his pea coat from where it was folded next to his seat and put both arms through the sleeves one after the other. A little wince formed on his face from the dull pain lingering as a result of the bruises Charles gave him, but he ignored it to button up his coat.

What he really needed to do after such a long day was shower and sleep. He'd been plagued all day by memories of the previous night and couldn't help but beat him self up over it.

How could I be so stupid? Why did I think I was different?

His co-worker Ashley noticed his usually star-studded performance wasn't on display at work. Kurt was very lack luster in what he did and always looked to be thinking of something far, far away. When she asked what had happened out of pure concern, the sophomore always shook his head and mumbled that he was okay.

Travelling to school after his shift didn't help distract him from things either. At first he found himself wishing that Blaine was there to keep him company like the previous day when they shared that small but very memorable kiss. Then he would chastise himself because he shouldn't be pining after Blaine to help him get over his situation. That wouldn't be fair to the curly haired teen because he really cared; well at least he pretended he did. Finally, Kurt's mind settled back to Charles and all the words he threw at him in anger. He didn't think they'd come to that a year ago when they were both so young and in love… nope. Not in a million years.

When Kurt finally reached the lobby of the building, he was yawning and cursing how tired he was. Being overly tired and stressed out like this never did his complexion any good. Oddly enough, he slept incredibly well in Blaine's arms, more so than he had alone or with Charles even. It was inexplicable to the blue eyed boy really, but Blaine had really been a source of comfort during the previous night; a safe haven.

They'd spent countless hours together since the siblings moved in, talking and teasing one another, laughing and just enjoying the others company. It was all so right, but so wrong at the same time. The complexities of the situation they were in—Blaine being a pretty obvious playboy and proud of it, and Kurt being in this relationship where it was evident to them both that he wasn't happy, no matter how much he tried to convince himself he was.

Despite those solid facts, Kurt liked Blaine. He guiltily, genuinely liked him.

One would think that with Blaine now being less of a whore and Kurt not being in a relationship with a man that physically abused him the previous night that things would be less complicated… or at least little easier of a situation to deal with. But it hadn't.

Not in Kurt's mind, at least.

The way he viewed it was Blaine probably had a brief lapse in judgment. Blaine knew how bad Kurt needed someone there, and he wanted to be that shoulder for his friend to lean on. Not so bad, right?

But what was worse was that Blaine had so much going on in his own life that he probably wanted to use his budding relationship with Kurt as an opportunity to understand how it felt to be loved by someone… someone that didn't care about what he had or what he'd done. Blaine knew Kurt was understanding and not judgmental in any way and that's what drew him closer to the coiffed boy.

It may've seemed legit, but things could go wrong and in life they sometimes did. If they were to both let themselves fall for each other this early, Kurt knew they both would lose out. Blaine needed time to deal with his personal life and make sure he knew what he wanted. Kurt needed to get past everything that happened with his ex, and in his opinion, just focus on making sure he was ready for another relationship.

He learned so much from Charles, believe it or not. He learned what he wanted in a relationship, and what he needed. He learned that if the person he was with didn't want it to work as bad as he did, it probably wasn't going to. He also learned that it is impossible to change someone. No matter how sure he was that he could change Charles for the better… coaxing him out of his permanent defensive and angry state, it wasn't going to happen. In order for someone to change, they themselves needed to know that it was what they wanted.

Maybe that's what scared him the most knowing that he'd been feeling something for Blaine. Had Blaine been changing for himself because he wanted to, or because he knew Kurt wanted him to? Who was he truly? If he was the Blaine that held him all night promising that everything would be fine, would he go back to the comfortable Blaine that flirted with everybody constantly and used sex to keep his feelings at bay when something went wrong? He needed to know before he let them go any further.

That's why Kurt decided he'd wait until they were both sure to advance beyond anything other than friendship. Yes it'd be hard but it'd be worth it. He was worth waiting for, he thought.

Kurt stepped through the revolving doors and the brisk winter night's air hit his face without warning. It woke him up a bit as he pulled his scarf tighter around his neck and adjusted the strap on his shoulder. He couldn't wait to get home and be with his friend, but all it took was a few steps onto the gravelly pavement before he saw him.

Blaine was sitting on the hood of a Toyota with a huge pair of Studio Beats headphones over his ears. He was apparently rocking out to some song, not even noticing Kurt as he approached the freshman with a grin. Blaine was in the middle of an air drum solo when Kurt finally reached him, and once the boy looked up and caught eyes with the blue ones across from him he smiled charmingly.

Kurt pulled the headphones down from Blaine's ears to around his neck as he returned an equally alluring smile, watching as his friend's eyes raked over his body.

"You'll be deaf before thirty with your music that loud, Blaine."

"I don't need to hear to be able to see that gorgeous face of yours, Kurt."

Blaine smiled at the blush Kurt wore after his reply and his heart sped up a little when the boy looked up at him through his lashes; his blue eyes swimming with joy, which was something he was happy to see after that whole episode last night.

"Why aren't you at home? It's freezing out here…" Kurt said trailing off and noticing the car Blaine was nonchalantly lounging on top of, "and whose car is this?"

Blaine hopped off the hood of the car and one hand found Kurt's hip to brace himself before moving it to Kurt's hand instead. "Don't know, don't care." He responded as he led them off into the direction of their apartment. "And I didn't want you walking home alone. It's not that cold out here anyway."

Kurt bit his lip as they walked hand in hand through the city. Something about it felt so right but he pushed that thought away. After the conversation he had just held in his head about why he wouldn't be rushing things, he made sure to stop himself before it got too far.

"I think you're worrying too much. I'll be fine walking home alone." he told his roomie.

"You want to stop somewhere and get something to eat?" Blaine questioned, completely ignoring Kurt's prior statement. "Rachel's staying at her friends and I can munch on junk food without having to hear her complaining at me."

"I'm going to tell her."

"You wouldn't."

Kurt laughed because Blaine literally looked petrified at the thought of Kurt telling Rachel on him, but he sort of rubbed his thumb over Blaine's hand to calm him down a bit. Blaine relaxed. "Can we order something when we get there? It was a really long day and I can't wait to get in."

Blaine looked at the ground as they stood at an intersection waiting for traffic to clear. "Sure, we can do that… do you want to talk about it? The long day… I mean." he asked a little nervously, as if Kurt wouldn't want to talk with him. Kurt loved talking with him though, and he loved how Blaine listened even though others would probably be quick to judge him.

Funny enough, Blaine loved the same thing about Kurt.

"It's not much," Kurt started as Blaine's grip on his hand tightened slightly leading them across the street, "just the stress from last night, you know. I'm happy it's the weekend though, I could use a couple days off. But then I have all these finals and … ugh it's just … I'm tired."

Blaine nodded. "I'll help you through it gorgeous. You don't have to be in this alone anymore—"

"You don't—"

"And before you tell me I don't have to, I know that Kurt. I want to."

Kurt sighed. "What about your own assignments?"

"I've turned in all but one."

"When were they due?" Kurt asked with his eyebrow raised in question.

"Next week." Blaine answered coyly. Kurt giggled lightly as a response.

"God, you're a nerd."

Blaine laughed as he shoved his friend playfully. They quietly walked the path for a few minutes, both wearing content smiles, just satisfied that they were together. Blaine glanced over to Kurt and could see the vapor leaving his mouth from where warm breath met the cold winter night. It was a very simple thing, very natural, but he looked beautiful as always. Blaine realized he could get used to this.

"So I was thinking about this Charles thing…" Blaine voiced, his eyes still glued to the boy on his side.

Kurt looked up at him curiously. He heard something in Blaine's voice that wasn't definable, but Charles wasn't even a factor, that much was certain. "What about him?"

"I think you should get a restraining order. I don't trust that he won't come back over and try to mess with you… maybe when I'm there… maybe when I'm not. Helen may not like it but if she wants to see her beloved best friend she can meet him somewhere else. I won't allow you to be hurt."

When the coiffed teen hadn't responded, Blaine looked up to see he was frowning slightly; his brows furrowed and worry lines on his forehead. "What's wrong?" Blaine asked with concern flooding his tone. His roomie shook his head in embarrassment.

"I still can't believe it I guess…" Kurt trailed off, still somewhat shaking his head with a smile. "I knew he had issues but I thought he'd never hurt me. I thought I was different for whatever reason… how naïve of me."

Blaine listened carefully as he observed his friend's face for signs of discomfort. "We learn from our mistakes, right?"

Kurt smiled sincerely now. "Exactly. And you can learn from mine too."

It was Blaine's turn to smile now as a figurative light bulb illuminated over his head. "Guess what?"

"What?"

"We're going to Woodbury this weekend."

"Who?" Kurt asked blankly.

"You and me, silly. We need to get everything off your mind."

Kurt shook his head no, resisting the pleading face Blaine was wearing. "If I go to Woodbury I'll spend all of my savings on clothes and that is something I can't afford to do. And you aren't spending another dollar on me," he added once Blaine looked over to him with a sneaky grin, "It's bad enough you paid for my plane ticket to Philadelphia and let's not bring up the infamous boots…"

"How can I ask you to come to Philly with me and expect you to pay? And I got you the boots because I wanted to just like I want to take you to Woodbury tomorrow."

They entered the building and waved to the doorman who gave a friendly greeting in return. Blaine led the way to the elevator and pressed up while Kurt professed all the reasons why he wasn't going to be taking any of the curly haired boy's shenanigans. He rolled his eyes as he spoke next.

"If you don't want me to buy you anything then I won't. We can leave early since it's like a two hour drive. We'll just hang out and look around. Maybe catch a movie… I just want you to take your mind off things."

When they stepped into the elevator and pressed 7, Kurt realized they hadn't yet released each other's hand. His heart warmed at the sight of it and he smiled shyly. Blaine noticed too and watched the boy across from him smiling down at their linked hands, and for some reason all his brain wanted him to do was reach out and touch him, kiss him. Kurt spoke up before he could act on those feelings.

"I don't trust you not to pull something,Blaine. I mean you are Blaine."

He glanced up at the freshman to see an extremely sneaky grin planted on his tanned face.

"You see?" Kurt said, practically scowling at him.

"What?" Blaine asked innocently, batting his eyelashes as the older boy led them towards their apartment. They finally dropped one another's hands so that Kurt could find his keys and let them in.

"Nothing. What are we eating?"

Blaine unzipped his jacket and gave Kurt an obvious look. "Pizza. Duh."

Kurt rolled his eyes in response as he sat his bag down and began to unbutton his own coat. Blaine locked the door behind them and took both jackets to hang on the coat rack.

"Hmm… no Helen." Kurt thought out loud as he looked around the apartment. Her shoes weren't where she usually left them by the door and neither was her jacket at her spot on the rack. Blaine inwardly fist pumped because that meant he was home alone with Kurt with no annoying Helen to get on his nerves, but on the outside he remained unaffected.

"Is that a problem?"

Kurt shrugged as he thought about it. He'd be alone with Blaine which was nice but he didn't know if that was the greatest thing. They had pretty obvious feelings about one another; feelings that complicated everything. He couldn't deny he was a little excited, though.

"I guess not." he responded, playing it off a little. "It's just weird. She's usually here Friday nights… work early on Saturday's and all that jazz."

Blaine nodded as he approached his roommate. "She's probably with what's his face then." he told him. Kurt nodded as Blaine continued.

"I'm going to get in the shower really quick though. Give me 10 minutes and I'm all yours." he tapped Kurt on the nose playfully before heading back towards his room.

"M'kay." Kurt replied as he walked over to the couch, pulling out his cell phone in the process. "Is pepperoni fine?"

"With extra cheese, gorgeous!" Blaine shouted before heading into his room to prepare for a quick shower. Kurt smiled and dialed the number to place their order.

When Blaine got to his bedroom, he placed his phone on the charger and quickly shed his clothes and grabbed a towel and his body wash, eager to get back to Kurt. The weekend was shaping out to be a good one if he could spend it in the company of his roommate, and he knew he could be the one to help Kurt past all the pain his dumb ass ex brought. Never had the phrase 'help me help you' apply so perfectly to both of their lives than it had when he got to know Kurt Hummel.

Kurt reached down into his satchel and pulled out his laptop. He powered it on, cracking his neck and stretching out a little, as some Oxygen show played in the background. That was the channel Helen sometimes left it on so she must've been home recently. He didn't bother to turn to a different station though.

He decided to log onto Facebook to see what all his friends back in Lima were up to. He rarely went on with school, work, and Charles whenever he was available taking up most of his time. But he decided while he waited for his friend to return, he'd check and see what everyone was up to.

It wasn't anything new, honestly.

Brittany had somehow got her relationship status to say 'waiting for Lord Tubbington to turn into a human so we can be together'. Who knew she had hacking skills?

Mike and Tina were being all PDA'ish over each other's walls.

Mercedes was posting YouTube videos of old Aretha songs. Kurt smiled though because he couldn't wait to see them all again.

Sam posted a status that said he was having a Halo marathon with Artie.

Nothing new.

As he scrolled down the page some more, he rolled his eyes at Karofsky's status about the Bengals game and how excited he was that they won. Underneath that nonsense was a few pictures from Charles. He apparently uploaded them five hours ago, which would've been about 4:30. In the pictures were he and another guy, about the same tanned complexion but with jet black hair, green eyes and dimples.

They were basically all over each other, Charles tongue shoved down the other guy's throat and said guy had his hands in Charles dirty blond hair. In another picture, Charles was playfully biting the guy on the cheek.

Kurt stared at the pictures and shockingly felt no emotion. He thought for sure something like this would hurt more than it did, because he really didn't feel anything from the blatant actions of his ex. He tried to tell himself that he was probably going through some sort of stages of grief where right now he was in denial and everything would come crashing down later, but it didn't feel that way. He felt liberated. He almost felt ecstatic.

Sure Charles probably had been creeping around with this guy all along but that didn't matter either. He could be as happy as he wanted to be as long as he left Kurt out the picture. Maybe green eyes guy would let him mooch and live off of him like some jackass, but it wouldn't be Kurt.

He continued to scroll down his news feed when Finn popped up with an IM on his page just to say hello. He responded quickly, and they were engaged in a short conversation catching up. Kurt got up and grabbed a blanket before he lay down on the couch with his laptop over him, chatting with his brother. Finn asked what happened with Charles but Kurt simply responded that they weren't together anymore, but he was perfectly fine and it was much better that way. Thankfully, his step-brother was content with that.

Blaine walked into the living room with wet curls and no shirt; only wearing socks and sweatpants that sagged low off his waist. Kurt peeked at his body as the younger boy walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. He eyed his muscular frame and how nice his backside looked in the briefs he wore since his sweatpants weren't up nearly where they were supposed to be. When Blaine got what he was looking for he swiftly made his way over to the couch where Kurt was lying, his head buried in his laptop with a faint blush on his cheeks. Blaine smiled cockily but decided to pull his pants up to where they needed to be and tighten the draw strings. If the roles were reversed he knew he wouldn't give Kurt the opportunity to do so before they were rolling around in his sheets. As far as the shirt went… no shirt was being put on. He had to win somewhere.

"Miss me?" the tattooed teen questioned when he saw Kurt's eyes glancing over his hands as they adjusted his sweatpants.

"Eh…" Kurt responded as his eyes went back to the screen.

Blaine smirked at his roommate before lifting up Kurt's legs at the end of the sofa and siting down, letting the boy place them on his lap. He adjusted the covers so that Kurt stayed warm.

"Want to see something cool?" Kurt asked as he shifted his positioning so that both of them were more comfortable. Blaine nodded after taking a sip of his water and placing it on the coffee table.

Kurt went to Charles' profile and handed the laptop to Blaine. When the freshman caught sight of the pictures he felt disgust forming in his throat at how much of a prick the dirty blonde was. It truly was a shame. The guy he was with didn't even hold a candle to the beautiful boy he was chilling with right now. How can you go from Kurt Hummel to thatand try to brag about it?

"What an ass. We should play along." Blaine bit his lip playfully.

He grabbed Kurt's phone from off the coffee table and placed his laptop there in exchange. Kurt watched him in disbelief. "Oh no, Blaine, I am not stooping to his level."

"Come here,"

Blaine licked his lips and pulled Kurt up so that he was on his lap. Kurt rolled his eyes because he had a feeling this wasn't going to end well. Charles was a dick, yes, but he needed anger management terribly.

"Blaine…."

Blaine had finally gotten to the camera app on his roomie's phone when he looked up at the beautiful boy in his lap, a look of utter annoyance displayed on Kurt's face.

"Pweeze be immature and childish with me and take this pic for Facebook to get your stupid ass ex-boyfriend jealous and upset,"

Kurt laughed into his shoulder. Leave it to Blaine to pull the 'I'm adorable' card.

"I'm going to learn to say no to you one day," Kurt told him seriously as he slid next to him on the sofa. Blaine only gave him a cheesy smile in response.

"Now what?" Kurt asked expectantly. While he still had a bad feeling about this, something about the look in those hazel eyes calmed him down tremendously, and made him give a fuck less about everything else. It was dangerous at this stage in their relationship.

Blaine placed his arm around him and Kurt had to close his eyes because of it. He was wrapped in Blaine's shirtless body and he smelt so fucking good and had half a mind to lean over and taste him. Fucking hormones.

"Now we take a picture," Blaine finally answered as he pointed the phone at them and leant his head against Kurt's. They both smiled, Blaine's his normal Blainesmile- mysterious and sexy, and Kurt gave one that ridiculously happy and goofy. When Blaine turned the phone around to see the outcome, they both burst out in laughter.

"That's cute," Kurt said with a proud smile.

Blaine nodded, he couldn't help but agree. "But we want hot."

Kurt shook his head as he fought against staring at Blaine's chest which was so openly next to him inviting him to touch. "That's only going to get him angry. I thought you didn't want to provoke him—"

"I couldn't care less about him being provoked. I just know he better not touch you."

Kurt only looked at him, a pleading look in his eyes for Blaine to play nice but of course the bad boy ignored it. No one was going to lay a finger on him again. He'd make sure of it.

"Okay, let's try this again. Now give me sultry." Blaine told him. Kurt looked a little hesitant.

"I don't think I can do sultry." he admitted.

Blaine scoffed in response. "Are you kidding me, gorgeous? I saw how you looked at that scarf Tristian was wearing yesterday. That was sultry."

Kurt laughed until he was pink in the face and Blaine couldn't help but think the boy was too adorable for words. The fact that he put that smile on his face made it all the better.

"It was a really nice scarf okay!"

Blaine rolled his eyes playfully as he pointed the camera at them once more. Kurt leant in closer this time and his hand rested lightly over his roomies thigh. Blaine inhaled shortly before regaining focus, wrapping his arm tighter around Kurt and trying not to notice how his body lit up when Kurt touched him. Instead, he eye fucked the camera like a boss.

Once he snapped it, Kurt grabbed the phone away and held it so both could see their picture.

"Holy crap that's hot," Blaine whispered as he stared at Kurt. He really didn't care about the other guy in the photo. Kurt looked absolutely delicious the way he eyed the camera, a sexy smirk on his face and one eyebrow quirked playfully.

Kurt nodded against him. "Yeah I look sexy. You're lacking in the sultry though, darling."

"You think so?" Blaine replied with a grin.

"Yep. Let's take another."

Blaine took the phone back this time, turning it again so that he could snap the photo. As they got their respective poses prepared, Blaine hesitated and pulled back. Kurt looked over at him questioningly. "What happened?"

"I think I should kiss you." Blaine told him in a low register, nice and clear.

Kurt looked at him for a while with his lips slightly parted but said nothing. There wasn't a single thought going through his head besides the word 'Yes'.

"Look at the camera," Blaine demanded.

His roomie did so, turning his head so that he was staring straight into the lens, anticipation crawling up his spine.

Blaine placed a soft kiss on Kurt's cheek right next to his ear and let his lips linger on the spot provocatively. As a result of the soft, barely there touch, Kurt bit his bottom lip as he felt Blaine's warm breath tickle his ear and Blaine's soft lips finally pressing against his face. The freshman snapped the photo and turned it around after watching Kurt come down from the brief high he received.

Kurt let out a low breath as he turned his focus to the photo. He could feel Blaine's eyes on him but he chose to ignore it. "Wow… this is pretty hot."

Blaine nodded though he hadn't even looked at it yet. "I could do better though."

Kurt gulped while simultaneously wetting his lips. "Y-Yeah?"

Without warning, Blaine leant in and started kissing the blue eyed boy's neck avidly. Kurt threw his head back instantaneously and Blaine took advantage of it, reaching spots that made Kurt's body shiver in pleasure as a low almost unheard whimper parted his lips.

"Take the … picture," Blaine commanded in between needy kisses. Kurt sort of nodded as he held the phone up and Blaine's hands raked through his perfectly styled hair. The combination made Kurt's eyes roll back a little but he controlled himself long enough to take a picture the exact moment Blaine began to suck on his 'spot'—the spot that drove him absolutely crazy. Kurt let out a guttural groan and Blaine made a mental note for future endeavors. You know, gotta take notes.

Kurt bit his lip as he turned the phone around to see the pic. Only Blaine didn't stop, he kept licking lines along Kurt's exposed neck and sucking on spots to gage the boy's reaction. One hand had even begun dancing its way up his leg when Kurt moaned out for Blaine to look along with him. The freshman reluctantly stopped his ministrations to do as Kurt requested of him.

Kurt was flushed and his hair was a little wild. His eyes were darkened as he gave the camera a look of pure lust. Blaine's attention was on his neck and his tongue was poking out a little when Kurt had snapped the photo. It was pretty sexy to say the least.

"You like it?" Blaine asked in a low, seductive voice.

Kurt nodded as he looked Blaine in the eyes. They stared at each for a moment, switching their view from each other's eyes to each other's lips, and then Blaine was leaning in closer and Kurt wasn't stopping him. Blaine swore he could hear his heart beat in his ears as he got closer and closer. When they were about an inch apart, the doorbell rang.

Ding-dong

Kurt jumped to his feet quickly and Blaine sprang back as response.

"I got it!" Kurt shouted for no apparent reason, grabbing his wallet and running over to the door.

Cock blocked by the pizza man,Blaine thought as he shook his head with a grin.

Kurt paid for the food and gave a generous tip before hauling the boxes into the kitchen. "I…um…" he started nervously, skin still tingling from where Blaine's lips were on his neck and where his hand was on his thigh, "I got you pepperoni with extra, extra cheese and a veggie for myself."

Blaine got up and followed behind him, giving Kurt a disapproving look when he opened his box.

"What are those green things?"

"Vegetables." Kurt deadpanned.

Blaine shook his head as he went to grab them both plates. He placed them on the island across from each other while Kurt got washed up for dinner.

"Facebook time," Blaine said in a sing song voice as he grabbed Kurt's phone. The blue eyed boy entered the room and went to stand behind Blaine where he sat at the island. "Let me see which ones you choose." Kurt told him.

Blaine picked the last three they took and looked to Kurt for approval. Once the sophomore reluctantly gave the okay, Blaine smiled widely and uploaded them onto Kurt's page, tagging himself in them. He then sent the really cute one they took to his own phone and his roommate rolled his eyes.

"I can't believe I let you do these things." Kurt voiced as he went to his seat. Blaine shrugged and took a bite from his slice, cheese and sauce oozing all over the place.

"Slob." Kurt added with a smirk.

It wasn't even five minutes before the photos had over 100 comments and many, many likes. Blaine grinned as he read them aloud for Kurt to hear.

"Who's this Puck guy? He seems rather proud of you…"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "What'd he say?"

"He said 'Get some Hummel' with about 10 or so exclamation marks."

"He's Finn's best friend and I don't know what he is to me but I've learned to tolerate his presence."

Blaine smiled. "Tristian asked are we looking for a third person. Silly guy."

Kurt thought about it for a minute and Blaine scowled at him. "I mean that'd be hot…"

"Not happening." Blaine answered quickly. Kurt only laughed as he took a bite of his veggie slice.

"Ha. Brittany thinks I'm a vampire."

Kurt burst out laughing while Blaine scrolled through the rest of the comments. He held off the ones from his friends back in Philadelphia because they were more than a little inappropriate.

"Do I want to hear the rest?" Kurt asked. He knew his phone would probably be ringing off the hook for the next couple hours. Blaine shrugged with his ridiculous, mischievous smirk.

"I don't think you want to. Mercedes is gonna kick your ass though."

Kurt frowned. "All your fault."

They sat their quietly for the remainder of their meal, Blaine stealing glances at Kurt while Kurt thought about what had almost happened. He chastised himself for not being more careful. One kiss from Blaine again and he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself. In all fairness, he gave himself the benefit of the doubt. Blaine felt too good against him like that, and his lips on his skin sent light shivers up his spine. He glanced up to see the hazel eyes he adored more and more every time he saw them were focused on him and Blaine was giving him a soft smile. This whole waiting and making rational decisions thing was going to be harder than he first thought it would be.

"I'm going to hop in the shower and handle all my nighttime rituals." Kurt said with a smile. He stood up to take his plate to the sink but Blaine stopped him.

"I'll clean up out here. You just hurry up and don't make me wait too long. I get lonely."

Kurt watched Blaine gather everything and head over to the sink. The simplest things Blaine did were the ones that stood out to him the most. Every word he let slip made Kurt's heart speed a little and all of this was a little harder than he first thought it would be.

"So what are we watching tonight?" Kurt questioned as he turned to walk in the direction of the rooms.

"I say we stay on the couch and go through the DVR. I need to catch up on my Victorious."

"What was that?"

"NCIS." Blaine corrected with a grin. Kurt gave a knowing 'mhmm' as he went into his room to get ready.

After Blaine tidied up the kitchen he grabbed Kurt's phone and headed to the couch. He pulled the covers around him and smiled at how they smelt like his roommate, burying himself in the warmth they leant him. Because he knew the boy's pass code, he unlocked the phone again and began to look through their pictures with a smile. The first one they took was sweet and innocent and he liked it. Looking at the other one's he needed to remind himself to stop attacking Kurt with his lips at every available opportunity. Kurt was still healing and he didn't want to mess things up between them before they even got started. It was just so hard though.

When he opened the Facebook app, he saw that Kurt had another 27 notifications and smiled. Charles was probably somewhere going Dragon Ball Z on something. Knowing he'd get to fuck with him put a proud smile on his face.

He went to the Status tab and began to type.

Blaine Anderson has the prettiest cock I've ever seen.

He laughed as the comments flooded in and he continued to pretend he was Kurt, responding to every one. Kurt's step-brother Finn was acting like he'd have a full on heart attack.

Finn Hudson –Dude? What's gotten into you tonight?

Blaine laughed as he typed out 'A very pretty cock' in response, but before he could hit send Kurt was reentering the room in some flannel pajama pants and a white t-shirt that Blaine swore belonged to him. Not that he minded in the slightest, it made him feel a little happier than he probably should've been… than he would've been if it were any other guy that he hung out with.

Kurt sat down next to him and grabbed some cover so that they were both comfortably underneath. Blaine watched almost in slow motion as the perfectly smooth hand reached over to retrieve the iPhone back and he smiled as Kurt stuck his tongue out at him once he had the phone in his hand. Kurt began to look at the screen and his eyes went wide once he read what was happening on his wall.

Blaine wasted no time exiting the living room. He hopped over the couch and made his way through the hallway, laughing the whole entire time. Kurt tossed his phone on the couch as he chased behind the hobbit, yelling frantically the whole way. Once he got to Blaine's bedroom the door was slammed shut and locked.

Blaine doubled over in laughter as Kurt bang on his bedroom door, a slew of expletives being thrown his way. He grabbed his own phone and went to comment on Kurt'sstatus.

Blaine Anderson:I'm so flattered gorgeous. You know just what to do with it. ;)

69 Likes.

Ha.

"Blaine Alexander I am going to kill you!"

Blaine finished his laughing fit and finally got up and off the bed, pocketing his cell phone in his sweats and approaching the door. When he got there, he slowly opened it, peeking out to make sure Kurt didn't have a butcher knife or anything equally harmful. All he saw was his roommate standing there with a death glare, but he still looked absolutely delicious so Blaine didn't mind.

"Finn just texted me that our parents have Facebook pages. I just want you to know that I'm enraged at you."

Blaine began to laugh again, falling over on the floor as Kurt stomped off to the living room, angrily plopping down on the sofa. He grabbed his cell phone and turned it off before anyone could call demanding answers… like his father for instance.

Blaine all but crawled back to him as he finally calmed down, wiping tears away from his face. Kurt ignored him as the tattooed teen got up and sat to his left.

"Are you mad at me, gorgeous?"

"I hate you."

Blaine smiled as he moved closer and laid his head on the taller boy's shoulder. "Kuuuuuuuuurrt."

Kurt ignored him, pushing the boy's head away and folding his arms defensively. But it wasn't like this was the first time he ignored Blaine or anything.

"You hate me?" Blaine asked with a severe pout on his lips. Kurt still didn't answer; he only stared at the television where old Bad Girls Clubepisodes were airing.

"Tell me you don't hate me."

"No." Kurt said,

Blaine inched back closer to him in attempt to catch his eyes. Kurt didn't let him though. "I'll delete it, Kurt…"

"The damage is done."

Blaine smiled at how difficult he was being once again. Maybe he went too far but come on; it was just a little innocent jokey-joke. He decided to give up though and went back over to his side of the sofa.

"Fine. I don't know what to do any more. I'm sorry."

Kurt was quiet for a while as his head lay back against the couch. Blaine looked at him every few minutes and had to resist the urge to go back over there and kiss his beautiful lips once more. He was itching to feel them against his own again.

"Blaine?"

"Yes?" he responded quickly, hoping that Kurt wasn't as upset with him as he appeared to be,

Kurt nervously cleared his throat before he spoke. "C-Can you hold me… like you did last night?"

Blaine observed his friend's body language as he responded. "I can do that every night if you'd let me."

"Blaine—"

"I know gorgeous," Blaine smiled realizing he probably went too far. It was too soon. He grabbed the remote and turned on old NCIS episodes that he wanted to catch up on. "I'll stop."

Kurt looked away, down at his hands when he felt Blaine's gently land on his shoulder.

"Come here."

He gently pulled Kurt into him and smiled as they both lay down on the couch; Blaine's head propped up on a pillow and Kurt's head in the pocket of the freshman's neck. Kurt pulled the covers over them and let one hand settle in his roomie's hair as the other lay idle caressing his shoulder. Blaine held him tight around the waist and stared at the ceiling. Was it possible for something to feel too perfect? Did too perfect things ever work? He doubted it, and it scared him… but Kurt felt too perfect there in his arms, pressed against his body, his fingers running across the bare skin of his shoulders.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah, hun?"

Blaine blushed a little at the pet name. "Whenever you're ready for me I'll be here. Okay?"

Kurt nodded as the words filled his ears and sent the blood rushing to his face. He snuggled closer into Blaine and allowed himself to relax; ignoring his mind's attempts at shouting that he was ready now. Neither of them was ready.

They both lay there quietly, enjoying the feel of one another before they both drifted off to sleep.

….

Helen walked in the apartment at about a quarter to 3 in the morning. When she noticed the television on and two bodies on the couch she automatically knew it was Kurt and Blaine.

Somebody is moving on fast...

When she walked over to turn off the television she paused to fix the covers over the boys; it had been pooled around their legs and they were sure to catch a chill over the night. As she reached for the blanket, she noticed little bruises on her friend's arms. Her body froze at the sight.

While Helen wanted to think that something else, anything else had happened to give Kurt those marks, she knew her best friend had done it. It really hurt her to think Charles would do that to Kurt. She thought for sure that Kurt had changed him from the livid man he was to a more calm, more level minded young man… but apparently not. As she fixed the covers over them she made a mental note to talk to her friend about this.

Before she walked away she took in the sight of both of them briefly. They both looked so serene as they slept. She hated Blaine, a lot, but it seemed that he did know how to keep Kurt grounded. Not that she believed he needed anyone to ground him but it probably wouldn't have meant as much if she was his comforting party instead of him.

After finally turning off the television, she made her way back to her own room for the night. Hopefully Kurt wasn't thinking about making the mistake of getting with Blaine. That would be a stupid decision on his part.