After eating breakfast in the dining hall with Andrew and a few of his friends, Kurt took the subway home.

"Good morning!" he called as he entered the apartment and saw movement in the kitchen.

No response.

"Blaine?" he called again, taking his boots off.

He headed for the kitchen, wondering why it was so dark in there. He could see Blaine's empty, unmade, bed so it had to be Blaine. He walked through the doorway to find Blaine staring fixedly at the coffee pot. His hair was a mess and he only had one sock on.

"...Blaine?" he asked again, uncertainly.

"Shh," Blaine grumbled. "Your voice is too loud."

Kurt blinked. "Oh my god," he said in sudden realization. "You're hungover!"

Blaine winced at the sound of his voice.

"Okay sweetie," Kurt said, speaking more quietly now. "You take this," he filled a glass of water as he spoke before handing it to Blaine, "Go sit in the living room and I'll make you some pancakes."

"Coffee?"

"Maybe later. I don't care that everyone claims it's a hangover cure. It dehydrates you more and doesn't fix the headache."

Blaine shuffled closer to the coffeemaker, grumbling.

"Nope." Kurt grabbed Blaine's shoulders, pulling him away. "Go," he pointed to the door. "I'm going to start making lots of noise and you don't want to be anywhere near that."

Blaine left with a sigh, and Kurt turned his attentions to cooking. As he did so, he wondered why Blaine had apparently gotten so drunk. When Blaine had invited him to join them, he'd mentioned the two of them hanging out afterwards. Hanging out that presumably didn't include throwing up or bemoaning future hangovers.

He sighed. At least Blaine seemed to physically be okay.

Just as he was finishing up the pancakes and a side of bacon, putting them on a tray for Blaine, their intercom rang.

Kurt heard Blaine's responding moan, but didn't hear him get up. He sighed, picking up the tray. Blaine was always a bit of a pain when he got sick.

Depositing the tray in front of Blaine, who was wrapped up in a blanket like a sad burrito, Kurt continued on to the door. He pushed the speak button on the intercom. "Hello?" he asked.

"Good morning," came a crisp professional female voice. "This is Janet. I'm here for a check in."

Setting aside the panicked flutter in his chest, Kurt hit "door" on the intercom, letting Janet inside. When he looked over to Blaine, he expected to see him at least looking nervous about the visit. Instead Kurt was apparently alone in his freak out.

Instead of at least attempting to make himself look presentable, Blaine had freed a hand from his blanket nest, and was grabbing a pancake.

Kurt swallowed his annoyance, instead taking Blaine's empty water glass to the kitchen for a refill while he waited for Janet to arrive. With any luck, the lawyer would take one look at Blaine and leave.

He had no such luck.

When she entered the apartment, her eyes immediately landed on Blaine, who froze, pancake halfway to his mouth.

He winced as Janet snapped the door shut behind her. She raised an eyebrow, "What happened here?" Looking him up and down she seemed to find her answer. "Ah. Hangover." She turned her attention over to Kurt. "You seem far to put together to have been out with your husband last night."

Blaine put the pancake back on the plate, forcing himself to sit up. "It's nice to see you too," he said sarcastically.

Janet took her boots off, handing her coat to Kurt before sitting down in one of their armchairs.

"How are you two doing?" she asked, as Kurt hung up her coat with a roll of his eyes.

Blaine seemed to have pulled himself together a little, because when he answered, his voice had turned polite and a forced friendly. "I'd be doing better if I hadn't decided to spend last night reminding myself why I try not to drink so much. In general though? I'm doing well, and our marriage has been smooth sailing."

Sighing internally, because he likely wouldn't have the chance to change until after Janet left, Kurt sat down next to Blaine, settling an arm behind him on the couch. "And you?" she asked, eyeing Kurt next.

Kurt shrugged. "I've been busy a lot with school and work, but I'd say things are going pretty well between us." Blaine leaned into his side, and Kurt kissed his head lightly before looking back up at Janet. "Is that it?"

"No." She leaned forward in her seat. "I need to take a quick tour of the place once we're done talking, but first I need to know what I walked in on this morning."

Blaine pulled the blankets around himself more tightly. Kurt sighed, reminding himself that lies were strongest when they were built on the truth. "We had plans to go out with some of his friends last night, but I had to cancel because of a group project."

"So I went out with my friends anyway," Blaine added on for him. "And Kurt worked on his group project and then stayed over at his friend's apartment."

"What compelled you to drink so much?" Janet asked, tone friendly for once.

Blaine burrowed closer to Kurt. "I lost track of how many drinks I had. It wasn't really a conscious choice," he said. It came out sounding honest, but Kurt was fairly certain he wasn't imaging the way Blaine's eyes refused to focus on anything or anyone. Interesting.

Janet raised an eyebrow but seemed to decide against pressing the issue any further. "All right," she said, standing up. "I'm going to take a look around before I head back out."

When she left twenty minutes later, Kurt knew he should ask Blaine more about last night and what the hell had happened. But by that point, Blaine's hangover had faded somewhat and he was acting more like his usual self. So Kurt didn't ask. Instead, he told himself that he'd been making it all up in his head - Blaine wasn't upset, and he'd told the truth to Janet about why he'd had so much to drink.

Besides, asking questions might lead to things Kurt didn't want to deal with.

Kurt was cruising through his homework the following Sunday night, when a loud shout from the hall halted him mid-sentence.

"You okay?" he called through the door to Blaine who was now cursing.

"If you just put your boots on the mat instead of in the middle of the walkway I would be!" Blaine snapped back.

Annoyance shot through him, but he bit back on a retort. Blaine had been pissy all week, it clearly wasn't the boots that were the problem. "Sorry!" he called back instead. "I was rushing to get something sent to my professor on time and forgot."

Kurt heard Blaine stomp into his room and back out again. He was about to go back to his work, hoping Blaine's mood would subside if he was left alone for a bit, when he heard Blaine grumble, "roommates," as he stomped back to his room. His stomach knotted, worry battling with hurt and anger, while his brain tried to make him think it through rationally. Blaine was just crabby. He'd get over it, and in the mean time Kurt would try to remember not to leave his shoes in front of the door; he didn't want to have to take Blaine to the hospital because he'd tripped over them and needed stitches or something.

After finally managing to fall asleep the following night, Kurt was startled awake by something heavy settling onto his bed. He blinked, trying to focus his eyes on the lump next to him, the sounds of the storm outside loud against the window. "Blaine?" he finally asked nervously, hoping the breathing he was hearing wasn't a murderer.

"Mmm?" came a responding hum from the blanket bundle next to him.

Kurt took a breath, willing his heart to calm down. "What are you doing?"

"'m cold," Blaine responded, finally peeking his head out.

For the first time, Kurt noticed that it was incredibly cold in the apartment. He tugged the blankets more firmly around himself. "Why don't you just turn up the heat?" Kurt asked, bemused.

"Power's out," Blaine pouted. "I think the storm must've screwed something up. Can I stay?"

Kurt pulled his arm out from under the covers to check the time on his phone. Three seventeen. Great. He yawned. "Join me under the covers and toss yours over us."

Blaine quickly complied, and once he was settled, Kurt rolled over to go back to sleep again. Blaine of course, had other plans.

"Get your cold toes away from me!" Kurt shrieked moments later.

He could practically hear the pout in Blaine's voice. "But they're cold and your legs are warm."

"What happened to the fuzzy socks I gave you for just such an occasion?" Kurt sighed, resigning himself to his fate.

"They came off while I was sleeping. Besides, I let you warm your feet up on me."

Kurt rolled his eyes, too sleepy to really be angry. "At least come cuddle closer then. If I'm in charge of warming up your feet, then you're in charge of making sure I don't get cold."

"Deal," Blaine said, shifting closer until he could spoon Kurt. He nuzzled the back of Kurt's neck with his cold nose, causing Kurt to kick at him.

"Hey!" Blaine said in surprise.

"Keep your cold nose off my neck!" Kurt laughed in response.

"Oh," Blaine said dumbly. Kurt froze as Blaine placed a soft apology kiss on the back of his neck. "Sorry."

Kurt let out a nervous laugh. "It's fine." There was silence between them, the only noise in the room the muffled storm outside. "Goodnight Blaine."

"G'night Kurt," Blaine replied quietly, breath puffing gently on the back of Kurt's neck.

It took a long time for Kurt to fall back asleep.

"Hey," Kurt tried to ignore Blaine as he sat on the far end of the couch watching Game of Thrones that afternoon. He'd rolled out of bed once the power had kicked back on and brought the apartment back up to a normal temperature. After spending most of his morning in the city, trying to avoid the feelings that had come back with a vengeance last night, he'd decided what he really needed was a couch and a TV show. "Kurt," Blaine prodded him with his foot.

Kurt sighed, finally looking over at Blaine who somehow managed to simultaneously look puffed up with annoyance and adorable. "Yes?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"No," Kurt answered shortly, turning back to the TV.

He heard Blaine sigh and continued to stare straight at the TV. He really did not want to talk.

"Okay… Are you upset about something else then?"

"I'm just…" Kurt sighed. "I don't really want to talk about it. I just need to watch some TV and be by myself."

Blaine squeezed his knee, apparently accepting Kurt's answer, before standing up and heading towards his bedroom. "Alright, I'll leave you to it then." Kurt continued to stare at the TV, barely flinching as a character died, willing Blaine to leave faster. "I'm around if you want to talk though."

"I know," Kurt said, forcing himself to shoot a smile at Blaine.

Blaine nodded. "Okay, I'll just- I'll be in my room."

The moment the door closed, Kurt slumped backwards. How could he possibly explain to Blaine that he was upset about the fact that they weren't married married. It was his own damn fault for agreeing in the first place.

"So, how's married life treating you?" Elliott asked over coffee the following week, during a break between Kurt's classes.

"Good," Kurt shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee in hopes of avoiding this conversation. Lying to his classmates was one thing. Lying to his friends? That was a little bit more trying.

Elliott raised an eyebrow. "That's all you have to say? You get together with your 'Prince Charming' - at least that's what Rachel says - and all you'll tell me is that it's good?"

"It is good!" Kurt straightened up defensively. "He-"

"Are the two of you fighting?" Elliott interrupted. "You know that it's okay if you are."

"No," Kurt immediately lied.

"Really?"

"Yes..." Kurt raised a defensive eyebrow. "What were you expecting?"

"You just… you don't talk about him as much anymore?"

"Oh." Well. That was certainly true. Kurt took a sip of coffee to buy himself some time, glancing around the coffeeshop. "I guess… I don't know. I mean, we're fighting a little bit. You know how rooming with someone can be." Elliot nodded in agreement but didn't say anything else. Kurt sighed to himself a little. Lying to his friends about this was harder than he'd expected, which was part of the reason he'd been trying to just… not talk about Blaine. ,"I'm also trying not to incessantly talk about my husband. It makes me- I have a husband," he laughed. "It's weird to think about. I mean, obviously I love him and everything but I'm twenty two and I have a husband. That is insane."

"Then there's me who can barely hold down a boyfriend for two months."

"That's what the whirlwind marriage is for," Kurt winked. "Gotta get over that two month hump somehow."

Elliott grinned, shaking his head. "Only you Kurt Hummel."

"You know," Blaine said, wandering into the kitchen on a Saturday morning a few days later, already dressed in his I'm-not-leaving-this-apartment sweatpants and a Warblers t-shirt that Kurt was fairly certain was his once upon a time. He poured himself a cup of coffee. "I could get used to this."

Kurt looked up from the email he was drafting, glancing around. "Used to what?" he finally asked, biting down on a quip about Blaine's coffee addiction.

"Our 50's themed marriage," Blaine shrugged, settling down next to Kurt as though he hadn't just decided their marriage had a theme.

He set his phone on the table and stared at Blaine. He blinked. "Our what?"

"You know," Blaine shrugged, clearly unconcerned by Kurt's reaction. "Sleep in different beds, very limited public affection. The layers," he added with a teasing tilt of his head at the four layers Kurt was currently wearing.

"It's 35 degrees out and raining," Kurt huffed indignantly. "I need more than a thin rain coat to survive out there."

"That's true," Blaine admitted as Kurt headed for the closet. "But you definitely don't need that many layers on inside."

Kurt pulled his coat out of the closet before turning to raise an eyebrow at Blaine.

"Oh," a disappointed look briefly crossed Blaine's face and Kurt felt a little stab of guilt. They had barely spent any time together in the past few weeks. "You're going out?"

"I need some fabric samples," he said apologetically. "You can come with me if you want?" he offered tentatively.

"I can't," Blaine sighed. "I have an essay I promised myself I would write today."

"I'll tell you what; if we both get our work done by dinner, we'll have a movie and junk food party, just the two of us."

Blaine moaned, eyes lighting up, probably thinking of the brownies Kurt usually made when they did this. "It has been far too long since we did that."

Kurt was in the bathroom that evening when he heard his phone ring. At least he thought it was his phone. It certainly sounded like his specialized ringtone for Rachel (yes, she had her own ringtone because she just had to have a special one), but then he heard Blaine answer it.

He froze, turning the faucet off quickly as Blaine's voice floated through the door once more.

"Excuse me," Blaine's voice was pitched up in what Kurt suspected was supposed to be an imitation of himself. "Why would Blaine be picking up my phone? What would make you think that I'm not Kurt?"

Kurt snorted, opening the door to the bathroom, hands dry now.

From the sounds emanating out of the phone, Kurt could tell Rachel was going on a mini tirade. Blaine didn't seem phased by it however, as he merely grinned at Kurt as he sat down. After a minute, during which Kurt started fiddling with the remote, looking pointedly from Blaine to the TV, Blaine interrupted Rachel. "Okay, okay, you caught me! I'm Blaine. Kurt can't hang out though. He has a hot date. Bye!" and then, to Kurt's astonishment, Blaine hung up the phone. Blaine never hung up on people. He wouldn't even hang up on telemarketers.

"What're we watching first?"

Kurt blinked. Okay then. "I was thinking we could catch up on some reality TV and then watch a movie," Kurt said slowly, shooting a curious look at Blaine.

"Alright!" Blaine chirped. "I'll grab the snacks."

Kurt turned on the TV, selecting an episode of Say Yes to the Dress while Blaine rummaged through their kitchen. "You ready yet?" Kurt called, pulling his legs up onto the couch.

"I know that you're all about moderation these days," came Blaine's muffled response, "but," he entered the living room, a few boxes of cookies and a pizza box stacked in his arms with a big bowl of salad on top and brownies in his other hand. "Some of us are still hoping to grow a few inches and could use the extra calories."

Kurt laughed. "You just keep on hoping, Sho-" he froze as Blaine put a finger to his lips.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence."

Blaine took his finger away.

"Am I at least allowed to press play?"

"Sure," Blaine said, settling on the couch next to him. "Which show are we watching?"

"Say Yes to the Dress," Kurt replied, amused by the way Blaine was fastidiously setting up the food. "It's one of the new episodes."

Kurt blinked his eyes open to find the living room dark, credits rolling on the screen. He yawned, moving his head carefully so as not to upset his already sore neck. Next to him, Blaine shifted in his sleep, tugging the blanket that covered the two of them closer to himself.

Kurt allowed himself one moment to run his eyes over Blaine's peaceful face before gently shaking his shoulder. "Blaine? Blaine," he whispered, voice loud in the quiet living room. Blaine stirred,mumbling something. "It's time to move to your bed," Kurt said, turning off the TV.

"Why?" Blaine groaned, burrowing into the warm spot Kurt had left behind. "Comfy."

"You're going to get a horrible crick in your neck if you sleep here," Kurt coaxed gently. "Come on, I'll help you get to your room."

There was a loud sigh, followed by Blaine standing up, blanket wrapped tightly around him. "Fine," he pouted, leaning against Kurt. "Just wanna sleep."

"I know sweetheart," Kurt said. "You'll be much more comfortable in your bed though."

"Mmm, okay," Blaine replied as they slowly moved towards his room.

Once they had made it and Kurt had deposited Blaine on his bed, Blaine immediately moved under the covers, snuggling his pillow. "Love you," he yawned.

Kurt paused at the door, looking back over his shoulder. "I love you too," he said quietly.

The only response he got was quiet breathing. Blaine, apparently, had fallen right back to sleep.

Buzz buzz

Kurt jumped off the couch, making a beeline for the intercom next to the apartment door.

"Come on up Andrew," he said into the intercom, pushing the button to let him into the building. He moved back to the couch, nervously straightening the blanket on the back of it. Andrew was coming over to work on a scene because all the practice rooms were booked, and the dorms lacked space and privacy.

There was a knock at the door, and Kurt pushed his remaining nerves aside. Blaine had had people Kurt hadn't known over to their place before, so it wasn't like he was going against their rules or anything. Plus, he'd mentioned it to Blaine.

Kurt opened the door and was instantly met with a hug. "Hello Andrew," Kurt laughed, still not entirely used to Andrew's touch friendly ways.

"Hi Kurt!" They pulled apart and Kurt closed the door as Andrew stepped more fully into the apartment. "Ooo wow, this is a really nice place for two college students," he commented, looking around.

Kurt glanced around as Andrew kicked off his boots and began unbuttoning his black coat. "I married rich," he replied teasingly. "For some reason Blaine's parents wanted him to have a two bedroom apartment, even when he was living alone."

Kurt took Andrew's jacket from him, opening up the front closet to hang it up. "Well, it's a really spectacular place, and ooo," Kurt looked behind him to see what hand caught Andrew's attention. "I love that chair." He pointed to the chair Kurt had constructed out of an old car seat. "Is that from a car?" he asked, approaching it curiously.

Kurt blushed, but raised his head proudly, moving to sit on the couch. "My dad owns a mechanic shop, so I salvaged it from a car one summer and built it."

"It looks great," he complimented before settling down on the couch.

"Do you want anything to drink?"

"A glass of water if you don't mind, I wouldn't want to risk losing my voice while we're rehearsing."

"Okay," Kurt nodded, heading for the kitchen. "If you want to pull out your parts we can get started." He filled up two glasses before heading back to the living room. "I know we still have a few weeks before the performance, but I was thinking it might be good to go through everything and block the scene that's mostly just us." He set the two drinks on the coffee table before sitting down on the couch in front of his own notebook. "I know we're supposed to do all of that as a group, but I think it'd be nice to get a feel for it, just the two of us, first."

Andrew nodded. "That should save us some time later on too."

They were mid scene - Andrew and Kurt's characters singing an intense duet about their love - when Blaine walked in. Kurt stopped singing and promptly tripped, falling into Andrew.

Blaine froze, keys falling from his hand.

Andrew quickly helped Kurt steady himself before taking a nervous step towards Blaine as the song continued playing in the background. He held out a hand. "Hi, I'm Andrew."

Blaine shook his hand, seemingly out of muscle memory rather than conscious thought. "I'm-" he blinked, shaking his head a little to clear it. "I'm Kurt's husband, Blaine."

"It's nice to meet you. Kurt's told me a lot about you."

A genuine smile flitted across Blaine's face as he stooped to pick up his keys, slipping them into his pocket. "All good things I hope," he said, walking towards Kurt who was now sitting on the couch.

"Like I would say bad things about you," Kurt said, raising an eyebrow at him as Andrew made his way back to the couch.

"Good," Blaine grinned, leaning in and kissing Kurt lightly on the lips as he struggled not to look surprised. He pulled back. "I'm going to start making dinner in a few. Are you staying?" he asked Andrew.

"I-"

"Stay! We can finish up our work and save you from dining hall food," Kurt said, looking for a little buffer while he processed the fact that Blaine had kissed him when it definitely wasn't necessary for their cover.

"If you guys don't mind," he glanced between them. "I would love to."

"Okay," Blaine nodded. "Raviolini sound good?"

"Sounds wonderful."