Chapter 14. Beautiful

"That was such a nice dream."

I murmured to myself and cuddled into the blankets surrounding me.

I forgot when I got home last night, I think around eight I asked Blaine to cut it short and take me home because I did not want to be there. I can't remember right now though because I can still smell his warm scent and remember how nice his lips felt on mine.

We were in his car and for some reason we got in the back then he started kissing me softly. After that I think he brought me back to his house to cuddle, and I think there was a cheesecake somewhere in there but I don't know. It was still nice.

I snuggled into the blankets and inhaled deeply. I moaned softly and stretched as I would every morning. The sun hit my body; I smiled at the pure warm it brought me then quickly covered myself with the blankets feeling a slight resistance but ignored it I was way too comfortable to let anything get in my Saturday rest. I might even sleep in today I'm so damn comfy.

"I don't remember ever being this warm…"

I snuggled deeper and realized I wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep so I could just lay there for a while long. But what time was it?

I reached over still covered in my blanket and grabbed for my phone that I'd usually lay on the night table, but my night table was missing. Swinging my hand around looking for the table I started to calculate something's in my head.

I'm facing the window like I do every morning; I don't think I'm any lower on the bed so it should be right here.

It still wasn't there. I opened my eyes after getting fed up with the table and I was surrounded by white.

My blankets not white…

I grabbed at the blanket and felt the soft, warm and airy material.

Why is there a down comforter around me…I don't have a down comforter.

I was now in shock, but I needed to figure out where I was. I smelled in again at what I thought was the illusion of my dream, but it was very much real.

I started to get nervous and remembered the warmth around me. It was warmer then normal, warmer then a blanket. Slowly, I lifted my leg up to feel where the source of the heat was coming from. My toes brushed across a soft patch of skin and I jumped but continued higher.

This could be Rachel…or maybe Tina or Mercedes. I probably went over their house because I was so distressed over dinner and-

I screamed.

My toes came up to thick hair on what seemed to be a leg and I just shouted. I felt a shift in the bed.

Oh no…

Luckily, the covers were still over my head so I stayed hidden.

Another shift, he was probably heard me and was going to get up and…what happened last night? I don't remember anything.

I looked down seeing the clothes I had on from last night at dinner. They were intact apart from the fact I just slept in them, but I didn't care about that right now. I'm in his bed, next to him and he's waking up.

The bed shifted again, by its form under me I'm guessing he was sitting up against the head board waiting for me to do something because I just screamed. I turned my head, not wanting to move my whole body (maybe he thought I was still asleep) and looked at the lower half of his body that he had under the covers with me.

He was probably wearing boxers because I could see up to his thigh and it was slightly covered in hair. For some reason I wanted to touch it again.

Without control of my body I turned over in complete trance of his legs. I wanted to just touch them; the skin and how it wrapped around his muscle; he probably works out like crazy because wow. I did it; I extended my arm and slowly caressed his thigh, it was tense at first but relaxed and I heard his chuckle.

And then brightness.

I looked up to see the source and he was looking down at me with a goofy smile.

"Good morning…"

He looked down to see me practically worshiping his leg.

"Enjoying the view?"

I blushed. With all of my might I wanted to just snatch the blanket from out of his hands and cover my shame, but I couldn't. All I could do was look up at him like a child being caught sneaking something.

"W-what happened last night?"

I swallowed, my throat dried from just trying to mutter out those words. His smile didn't go away.

"Why am I in your bed?"

Or at least I think this is his bed. It smells like him. But if this is his bed he was probably naked in it before or had sex in it. I blushed again.

"You really don't remember? You weren't that drunk, Kurt…"

Wait, what?

"I got drunk?"

I yelled but it hurt, there's my answer. Blaine's face went from a goofy smile to worry.

"Yeah...I'll tell you in a bit."

He searched around the bed in a panic until he got off and looked at me.

"You stay right here. I'll go get you an aspirin and some water."

I didn't say anything, so he turned around and left leaving me to glory at his backside.

His shirt seemed tight and formfitting for a night shirt; it revealed the crevasse on his upper back and a dip going down to his lower back that was somewhat exposed showing the dimples above the bright red pair of boxers and that could only lead to his…yes.

I bit my lip loving the view but it was gone in only a short while. My eyes stayed on the door though, I couldn't move, and I was happy I didn't because the view coming back was arguably better. My eyes started at his legs and up to the pair of boxers that now displayed his…yes. I wanted to continue up to his chest and see the fine features there but my eyes didn't leave those bright red shorts.

"Kurt?"

I blinked and pulled my gaze away and up to his face. He smiled at me and held up two pills and a cup of water.

"You okay?"

I nodded and took the pills, drank the water and gave him the cup back. He set it down on the night table (that was on the wrong side of the bed) and carefully got back into bed with me.

"So, last night I ordered cider, but the waiter gave us champagne. I didn't notice and I'm guessing you didn't either since you drank most of it...before we left you were really drunk. I didn't want to take you to your house and explain to your dad, who doesn't really trust me, why you were drunk so I brought you back to my apartment and texted your dad from your phone you were staying over a friends."

It was fuzzy, but I guess it was coming back. It was like my dream…but in there we kissed.

"Why are we sleeping in the same bed?"

I didn't want to look at him to show any sign of hope my dream was real, he'd probably hate me even more.

"I mean…you don't get very close to me at all so sleeping in the same bed as me would-"

He started to laugh again cutting me off mid sentence, it made me feel like a stupid kid when he did that. It was like he knew more then me and it was funny to him how dumb I was.

"You really don't remember anything? That surprising…"

He paused and moved closer to me leaving a small gap between us.

"-seeing that I gave you your first kiss last night."

I blushed again harder then I ever had around him.

"What?"

He smiled, he was so close to me I could feel his lips curl upward.

"I'm sorry you don't remember it…it was really special so don't worry."

He moved away and laid down so we were side by side. He raised his hand and brushed my messy hair from my face then gave a kind smile like he did right before he stopped talking to me.

"You're beautiful, Kurt."

I felt his hand across my face, and every touch left behind what felt like fire.

"I shouldn't like the fact on how easy you blush because it shows how innocent you are…but a part of me really loves it. I feel so creepy, but this face…"

He stopped touching me and just stared. Not creepy like he was before in the classroom or heedless like he was at dinner. It was comforting and…intimate. I felt connected with him like never before. I wanted to just stay in this moment, but I had to ask him what happened so I knew what was going on between us because I was pretty sure he hated me only a few minutes ago.

I closed my eyes.

"I'm really confused right now, Blaine."

He relaxed and laid down.

"Me too…lets talk about it."

I felt comfortable around him for the first time in a long time. I opened my eyes and observed his body that was relaxed next to him and looked up to his face. He was looking at the ceiling worried about something. I'd get to that later because right now I needed to know why I was in bed with Blaine and why he just called me beautiful.

"So…what happened last night after we left the restaurant?"

Whatever trouble in his head left and was replaced with last night, apparently I missed something big (my first kiss).

"Well…last night, at dinner, you kept saying how I hate you and how you didn't want to be around me because I hated you."

He turned to me so he could look at me. I shifted feeling awkward.

"And I told you I didn't hate you-"

His arm extended and he grabbed my hand.

"And I don't Kurt. I never have and never will, but you kept saying I did. I got you out to the parking lot and coaxed you into the backseat because you didn't want to be around me. But I got back there with you and I asked you why you thought I hated you. You started talking about a sex dream and some guy named Finn. You lost me there, but I told you I didn't hate you and kissed you to help you stop crying."

When the words sex dream came up I blushed.

"I didn't know anything about this sex dream by the way…I'd love to hear about it though."

He grinned and I blushed harder wanting him to stop being so…so like himself; handsome and dapper and adorable. He just laughed at me.

As he laughed, I thought about what happened. Blaine doesn't hate me, he didn't know about the sex dream, he kissed me and I'm in his bed, but for the past two months he hadn't said a word to me. He died down.

"If you don't hate me, why haven't you spoken to me in the past few months?"

I wanted to sound confident and smart, but when the words passed my mouth they were sad and low. Blaine smile quickly turned into a frown filled with regret.

"It's really complicated, Kurt…"

He sighed and looked down.

"When I saw you standing in my classroom on the first day of school I couldn't help but be attracted to you…so I did some inappropriate things and you recall…but when you told me about how I gave you the courage in 5th grade to stand up for yourself I remembered you were just a kid…"

A kid. That word coming from his mouth stung more then any pain I even felt before. My eyes started to water on the verge of tears so I closed them. I couldn't let him see me so defected by two words.

He noticed though because he continued.

"But when I stopped looking at you like a sexy…sexy man, I actually saw who you really were, and you're not a kid. Not at all. You're more of an adult then any one I've met Kurt."

I opened my red wet eyes and looked up at him.

"The way you handle the kids…and your life. How you dress yourself, Kurt you're mature. And I'm not saying this just to get in your pants, because honestly that is the last thing on my mind right now."

Those words brought more tears to my eyes and if I knew if I tried to speak I'd start crying again because I never thought I'd find anyone who could think of me like that.

"Kurt…I'm almost 30 years old and I haven't found anyone like you…When you find that one person who is…for lack of better words, perfect you get that feeling of gratification from that life long search and you just want to go up to them and tell them: "Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever." and I got that feeling about you after I told myself to stop pursuing you because you're so innocent and could never want someone like me."

I smiled and grabbed his hand back. I did want him…and I couldn't speak right now, so all I could do was show it.

"I want to be your hero."

You already are. I squeezed his hand.

"I want to be the person who makes you happy to wake up to in the morning and the one who can make you smile even when your hair won't cooperate."

I giggled and held tighter. You do that with out even trying.

"Kurt…I'll be anything you want me to be for as long as you take me…but I need to know you want it too, and you're kind of not talking and I'm getting scared."

His face went worried again and I stayed quite.

"Please say something, Kurt."

I still couldn't speak and my tight grasp on his hand wasn't doing anything for him so I went with my instincts and kissed him.

For that moment, we were connected. I could feel the worry fade away as he kissed back. I pulled away and smiled.

"Wow…"

He nodded.

"That was even more amazing then last night."

I moved closer to his chest yearning for him to hold me. He noticed and wrapped an arm around me pulling me even closer to his chest. I closed my eyes feeling that this was perfect.

"Does this mean that we're dating now?"

Please say yes.

"Only if you want me to be…"

His voice wasn't as happy as it should be. Only a minute ago he called me perfect and now it seemed like he was second guessing himself.

"What's wrong?"

He chuckled and kissed the top of my head.

"I can't be everything for you…because if you do want me we can't tell anyone. Not our parents or our best friends…I could go to jail if people found out I was dating a student, Kurt…"

I was quite now. Apparently he thought this out more then me because I did not think of any negative consequences of dating him. I wanted to though, so bad. He was the best thing that ever happened to me and from what he told me he practically loves me. Saying no just because I wanted to flaunt him would just be selfish of me.

"You're worth it."

His body relaxed. And I looked up seeing his happy face.

"I don't care if I'm not allowed to tell anyone about you…as long as I have you I'll be happy"

His eyes were gentle and full of love.

"Good. I don't know what I'd do if you said no, probably kick a wiener dog or something."

I giggle and clung to his chest like he was the only thing left in the world. An unpleasant gargling noise broached the beautiful scene we were just in, breaking our tranquility. Blaine started laughing.

"I'm sorry. It's almost 10:30 and I haven't eaten yet."

His hand passed over my back lulling me back into the past comfort.

"Want me to go cook something well you stay in bed?"

I nodded into his chest, but really didn't want him to leave. I'm guessing that from the fact I was still clinging to him he understood I wouldn't let him go so easily.

"Kiss?"

I couldn't tell if he was asking or offering, but it didn't matter. Yes, Blaine I will gladly kiss you. I let go of him and connected once more by lips. He let it linger but got out of bed way to quickly.

"I'll be right back. Stay beautiful."