I don't know... just Enjoy?

'Yes, Dad.'

His father had just told him to go to bed early and on top of that, he'd told him not to worry about his old man.

Granted, ever since the heart attack, he'd been worried non-stop as soon as his father was too far to reach within 10 minutes, so telling him not to worry was probably one of the most idiotic things ever. But Carole was with him and she was a nurse after all, so he at least knew for sure someone useful was with him in case anything happened.

But he'd promised himself to relax for the rest of the afternoon and he walked over to the kitchen, making himself a nice warm cup of coffee, before going to the living room.

There, he took a sip of his coffee before setting it down on the table, pulling his legs underneath him and grabbing his glasses, perching them on his nose. He then grabbed the book 'Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban' and started reading.

Of course, the book was one that Blaine had borrowed him after hearing that his own boyfriend had never even so much as seen the movies.

'After you've read the books, we'll have a Harry Potter Marathon!'

Kurt knew he couldn't resist those damned kicked puppy eyes his boyfriend had made when he'd told him he doubted he'd actually find any of the magic stuff interesting, but Blaine had made him give it a try.

And he himself had found that it wasn't even as bad as he'd originally thought it would be.

He looked up at the clock, trying to estimate how long he had until Blaine arrived for their sleepover.

Blaine would arrive at five, so he had roughly three hours to immerse himself in the magic world of Harry Potter.

But, while he'd read a good amount in the two hours he'd been reading and had expected to have a quiet afternoon until Blaine came, the quiet was rudely interrupted by the doorbell.

Kurt looked up from his book and put a bookmark in between the pages, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes before looking at the clock.

Strange. It was only four and Blaine shouldn't be here for another hour or so.

Either way, he got up and walked over to the door, fully expecting some person selling useless stuff or maybe someone collecting for charity.

However, he did not expect a brown-haired whirlwind to storm past him, loudly exclaiming that his stepbrother was an ass, as soon as he'd opened the door.

'Rachel, what are you doing here?'

He closed the door and walked towards the living room, where Rachel had plopped down on the couch, a sour look on her face, arms crossed in front of her chest.

'Like I said, Finn is being an asshole. Again! I can not believe he would actually say such things. I don't even know why I'm still dating him at times like these.'

'Believe me, none of us know that.' Kurt muttered under his breath, but Rachel turned to look at him with a confused frown on her face.

'I'm sorry? What did you say?'

Kurt shook his head.

'Nothing.'

And he walked over to the couch, elegantly lowering himself on it.

'What happened?'

And the sour look on her face was back. She huffed.

'Well, Finn came over today and we went up to my room. And we made out a little.'

'Okay. No details of that. There's only so much I can know of him until I can't look him in the eye anymore, thank you very much.'

'Right. Anyway, when we stopped, because my Dads were home and if one of them ran into us again… Have I told you that? After one of his football games we went to your place and-'

'Rachel, stop. I really don't need to know that and frankly, you're getting off topic.'

At least she has the decency to look somewhat embarrassed, Kurt thought, smirking a little.

'Of course. Sorry.'

'It's alright.'

'Anyway, he came over today, making out… And then, we just kind of talked about football, which was really boring. I don't even understand half the things he says, you know. He just talked about all his teammates and-'

'Rachel? Off topic.'

'Sorry. And something was bothering me. I was wondering if I really was enough for NYADA, even though I've been accepted, of course.'

'Rachel. Just get to the point.' Said Kurt irritably, not wanting to hear about the fact that she managed to get in and he would still be stuck in Ohio for another year, if not all his life. He hated the idea of that and most of all, he couldn't help but feeling like a failure, even if everyone around him (which is saying, Carole, his father and Blaine. Finn was happy for Rachel) told him he wasn't.

And he certainly didn't want Rachel to tell him all about it. At least not at the moment.

'… Sorry.'

Kurt just rolled his eyes at her millionth apology.

'Anyway, I was insecure about that and Finn just flat out told me I was being stupid. Stupid! And when I said 'Excuse me' he told me I was being ridiculous about NYADA. As if it was nothing getting in there! Can you imagine Blaine telling you something like that? Never mind. Blaine is always such a perfect gentleman.'

She said that last part in a rather childish voice.

'Blaine is far from perfect, Rachel. Even though I am his boyfriend, even I can see that and I'm not going to pretend he is.'

'I know. He just seems ridiculously perfect.'

'He does.'

Rachel sighed and leaned her elbows on her knees, her chin in her hands.

'You know, Finn may be an ass at times, but at least he finds me sexy.'

'… What do you mean with that?'

'Finn stares at me. At my butt and stuff. It's not like Blaine does such things when it comes to you.'

'I'm sorry?'

'Oh, come on, Kurt. Have you ever seen him staring at you in a… not adoring way? Because I have never seen him doing something like that.'

Kurt merely stared at her for a long minute as she stared right back at him. Then, he got up and walked to the front door, opening it.

'Rachel?'

He heard the couch creak and footsteps coming his way, until Rachel appeared in the doorway.

'What is it?'

'Get out.' Kurt had said it, trying to sound angry, but although he succeeded, he couldn't keep the hurt out of his voice.

'Why?'

'You know why. Now, get out!'

'Kurt…'

'Get. Out!' Rachel's eyes widened and she stared at him for a couple of seconds, before tugging her coat off the rack and making her way out, side-eyeing Kurt on her way.

Kurt only threw the door close and went back to the living room, biting his lip as he let himself fall on his back on the couch.

Rachel had managed to point out his biggest insecurity while thinking she had the biggest problem in the world.

Honestly, he'd never had the courage to ask Blaine if he thought Kurt was sexy, but somewhere, deep inside, he knew that was because he was afraid of the answer.

And now he had another reason.

Because Rachel was right. Kurt himself or probably anyone else had never seen Blaine looking at him that way and it did nothing to help Kurt to get his insecurities to go away.

He felt tears slowly making their way down his temples.

But instead of taking a moment to let himself cry out of frustration or hurt or even anger at Rachel, he furiously rubbed them away, cursing himself for being so emotional.

Because that, too, wasn't very attractive.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been crying, but he startled when he heard the back door, having completely forgotten for a moment that he'd told Blaine to come through the back door.

'Kurt?' The curly-haired boy called.

As soon as he could, Kurt jumped off the couch and rubbed his eyes as dry as possible, pulling at his clothes to make himself look at least somewhat presentable.

But it was too late.

Because Blaine had already turned the corner as Kurt had only just jumped off the couch and he was staring at him with wide, concerned eyes.

'Eh, hi?' Kurt said, smiling at him, although it wasn't a genuine smile.

'Kurt.' Blaine said, the worry seeping through his voice, and he dropped the overnight bag he'd brought with him, strolling over to Kurt and pulling him in his arms.

'What's wrong? Did something happen? Should I call help?'

'No, no, not necessary.' Kurt laughed a little at Blaine's overprotective concern.

'Then what happened?' Blaine withdrew enough to take a good look at his boyfriend, then steered them over to the couch and pulling Kurt in his lap.

'Blaine!'

'Hush you. Now tell me what happened.'

'Blaine. You can't say 'hush' and then tell me to talk.'

'Details. Now tell me.'

'It's stupid.'

'I don't care. It made you cry, therefore it is not stupid.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes.'

'Rachel stopped by today, because she had a fight with Finn-'

'Again.'

'That's what I thought. Anyway, he'd insulted her because she wanted to talk about her stupid insecurities and then she said that at least he thought she was sexy and at least she had that and I didn't, because it seems that Finn stares at her and her… private parts a lot and you don't. At all.'

Kurt was now looking at the floor and the ceiling and just about everywhere that wasn't Blaine.

'You don't think I think you're sexy.' It wasn't even a question and Blaine had only spoken after a few moments of silence.

Kurt just shrugged, too afraid to admit he was actually pretty sure that Blaine thought that way.

But, instead of the denials he'd expected Blaine to say, he heard a rather inelegant snort and when he looked at Blaine, he seemed to be laughing behind his hand, which he'd brought to his face to hide his mouth.

Kurt's eyes widened. His own boyfriend was laughing at him for this.

So he started struggling against Blaine's arm around his waist, pushing against his chest, but Blaine wrapped both his arms around him, making him unable to break free.

'I do think you're sexy. I just don't stare as blatantly as Finn does. I'd rather keep it to myself than having people stare at what I was staring at in the first place and I've noticed that's exactly what happens if Finn stares at Rachel. Other people start staring at her too. Call me possessive, but I want to be the only one staring at you.'

Kurt blinked, but could feel himself smiling.

'Well, that, and I don't want you to think I'm a complete pervert. Which I secretly am, of course, but no one needs to know that.'

Blaine grinned as Kurt had started laughing.

He only gave him a kiss on his cheek, hugging his Kurt a little closer for comfort.