A/N: Please don't hate me lol

THANKS SHELLY FOR BEING AWESOME

Chapter 25

"I don't really want to leave you when you're like this kiddo." Burt said watching as his son curled up even smaller on the sofa, wrapped around him was his large pink and blue comforter - something his mom had given him when he was younger and something that always came out when Kurt was sick.

"I'm fine." Kurt grumbled rubbing his stomach. "It's just the tablets."

"I didn't think they would work straight away." Burt said, sitting on the arm chair. "Has the voice..."

"Still there." Kurt grumbled. "It's laughing now. Saying that I'm weak."

"Don't listen to it." Burt said gently, stroking his fingers slowly through his son's hair. "I'll call work and say I'm going to be late."

"No, dad." Kurt sighed, sitting up slightly, trying to ignore the dizzy feeling that swept over him. "It's just the tablets and me being stupid."

"What do you mean?" Burt frowned.

"I was nervous about taking them, me and nerves normally end in me feeling like crap." Kurt sighed, bringing his knees to his chest and holding them tightly. "Besides, Blaine will be here in an hour. I'll probably sleep and watch a DVD."

"If you're not feeling great I'm not going to expect you to do any work today." Burt smiled, knowing his son rarely did work with Blaine.

"We'll probably watch a DVD." Kurt replied, thinking about what Blaine wanted to talk to him about. He really hoped it would be okay, and that he could handle it. How he was feeling now he didn't think he could handle anything.

"I'll stay until he comes." Burt said after a few minutes.

"Dad. Go." Kurt rolled his eyes and pressed play on his DVD's, once his dad saw he was watching Grey's Anatomy again, he stood up. "I'll be fine. I have water, i have my phone, and i have Doctor Sexy."

"That's great, you...yeah." Burt nodded, fumbling for his keys. Kurt's comment was a bit too much for him to hear.

"I'll see you later." Kurt laughed quietly at the look on his dad's face. Burt kissed his hair before walking out, once the door closed Kurt fell back on the sofa and groaned, he really wished Blaine would hurry up, he was sure he was more nervous about what Blaine had been worried about than what the tablets were going to do to him.

At 4:00, Blaine rang the doorbell and waited outside for Kurt to answer, when no one came to the door he pushed it open slowly, glad that it was open. Blaine walked in, a box of cookies and two hot chocolates in hand and frowned when he heard the menu music of the DVD player. Blaine headed into the front room and looked at the television and then turned to the sofa where Kurt was curled up, a blanket bigger than any Blaine had seen draped around him. Blaine smiled and tucked it around him and turned the television off. He set the cookies and drink down and grabbed his folder from his bag and started to do some of his marking, waiting for Kurt to wake up.

"When did you get here?" Kurt's sleepy voice startled Blaine from an essay, and when he saw Kurt he couldn't help but laugh. The boy's hair was a mess on his head, and he was using the back of his hand to wipe his eyes. Blaine smiled, thinking he could really get used to seeing this picture more and more.

"Three essays and two pop quizes ago." Blaine smiled, gesturing to the marking on the table. Kurt nodded and sat up slowly. "You don't look so good, you okay?" Blaine asked, only noticing the paler than normal face looking at him.

"I've been a bit sick today is all." Kurt blushed avoiding eyecontact. There was no way he was telling Blaine he had an upset stomach, that just wasn't going to happen.

"Ah, so cookies and hot chocolate not a good idea?" Blaine smiled softly.

"I'll have the hot chocolate but the cookies later." Kurt nodded, taking the cup and drinking it. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes." Blaine smiled, closing his folder and putting it down. "I was just..." Blaine sucked on his lip trying to figure out what to say. "I was just having a mental melt down."

"Sounds serious." Kurt said dryly, but a fond smile playing on his lips.

"Oh yeah, it was." Blaine rolled his eyes and grinned when he saw Kurt trying to hold back a laugh. "I was just...I was thinking about you." Kurt looked up at him slowly, wanting to know so desperately what Blaine had been thinking about. "I was thinking about how much time we spend together, and how amazing i think you are, and how amazing i probably shouldn't think you are."

"Because you're my teacher." Kurt whispered.

"Because I'm your teacher." Blaine nodded. "We kissed Kurt. I know it was an accident, and i know you probably don't even count it as a kiss."

"I do." Kurt said quickly. "My first..."

Blaine blushed and tilted his head watching as Kurt looked away from him, his pale cheeks turning slightly pink. "I can't stop thinking about it, and I don't think it's wrong. You're not like any other student."

"Because I'm crazy?" Kurt mumbled.

"Because you're perfect." Blaine said strongly. Kurt looked up at him, how could anyone think that he's perfect? "You've become more than my student, you've become my friend. You know me. You like me."

"What's not to like?" Kurt whispered.

"I just...I stopped looking at you as a student, I forgot that i had these responsibilities for you at school, and when your dad made the comment about your age, it just hit me."

Kurt moved over from the sofa and sat on the arm of the arm chair, not caring that he was in his sweat pants or that he probably smelled of sleep, he just wrapped his arms around Blaine because he could tell that he needed a hug. Blaine smiled against him and pulled him closer, making him fall into his lap.

"Maybe we shouldn't spend as much time together." Kurt whispered, though the thought of that hurt his heart.

"No, I want...I like spending time with you." Blaine pouted.

"Okay, maybe you should spend time with adult people too." Kurt whispered, idly fiddling with the collar of Blaine's shirt. "Your friend? Maybe go out. Maybe you'll meet someone."

"What if I don't want to?" Blaine asked, looking at Kurt with such love and devotion in his eyes that it took everything in his power for Kurt not to lean in and kiss him.

"Then I'll still be here." Kurt whispered. "I graduate soon."

"Not soon enough." Blaine reasoned.

"You're very stubborn." Kurt said softly.

"It's a gift." Blaine grinned, and cuddled Kurt closer to him.

"If you don't...If by the time I graduate and I'm no longer a student and we still feel like this...we can see what happens then." Kurt whispered, and it was the hardest thing that he ever had to say. "I just...I don't want to start anything yet, because we don't know what's going to happen with these tablets."

"Okay." Blaine nodded. "It's not fair for me to push all this on you. I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." Kurt breathed, he pressed a kiss to his cheek and pulled away from him, wrapping his blanket around him and looking down not looking at Blaine who was watching him intently. "I'm not really in the mood to study,"

"Do you want me to go?" Blaine asked, hoping the answer would be no. Kurt shook his head, pressed play on the DVD player and snuggled back against the sofa. Blaine didn't say anything, just turned towards the television and watched it with Kurt in an easy silence.