Hey guys :) This has taken me about twenty minutes to upload because my laptop is being frustating slow :( But I've been listening to The Runaways to pass the time so it's all good :) Not sure how to describe this chapter, apart from some fluff at the end. This is actually the first chapter I've uploaded without a beta, so I hope it's okay! I was going to send it to RainySunnyEnding but the time just kept getting later and later and I don't like uploading too late. Forgive me, Rainsy? *Puppy eyes*

Hope you all enjoy this!


The rest of the evening went without a hitch. Blaine was much more relaxed after his conversation with Thad, and for the first time in a few days he spent the evening having fun on- and off- stage. He even managed to rescue Nick from Richard and Wes during the interval so as to get to know him better.

Nick Duval was a quiet boy from Florida. His black hair and blue eyes gave him an innocent boy-next-door appeal, with his seemingly limitless cheer made it hard not to be drawn to him. At only 22 it turned out the young actor had just graduated from the University of South Florida, and had done a five month stint in an off-Broadway production of RENT, as well as four and a half months as an extra in Les Mis. He'd earnt his role as Thad Harwood's understudy when said actor had beaten him to the part in the auditions last year. Nick was good- outstanding even- it just turned out that Thad was better.

Blaine quickly learnt that Nick was gay; it was pretty obvious after he started talking about his boyfriend, Jeff, and so Blaine offered Nick his support should he get any trouble for it.

By the end of the night Blaine could tell that he could easily make friends with this boy and hoped that he would stick around, without Thad having to leave, of course. Blaine had explained the whole Thad-him-Kurt situation to Nick – in much less detail of course – and had then told him all about Kurt, both boys swapping anecdotes and the things they found adorable in their respective boyfriends.


"…and I just still can't believe he even asked me on a date in the first place!" Mercedes exclaimed for the seventh time over the past hour and a half. Kurt playfully rolled his eyes and shifted slightly on the couch, hooking his right hand around his right calf as he held his phone to his ear with his left. He'd been listening to Mercedes chatter excitedly over the past half an hour, turning his attention to Maria and the Von Trapp children every now again when she started to repeat herself. Kurt had never had the heart to stop any of his friends when they were in the middle of gushing to him about their latest date, but this was the longest he'd ever sat through. "Oh, Boo, it was amazing. I can't wait until I see him again!"

Finally; a prompt for him to join the conversation. "You got a second date already?"

"Well… he said he wanted to see me again, and of course I agreed, and then he said he'd see me soon… Oh god, he's not gonna call me is he? Kurt, did he totally hate me and now he's never going to call me again?"

"Don't be so stupid, Mercedes," Kurt scolded, struggling to hold back a small laugh. "Of course he's going to call you back. I wouldn't be surprised if he was trying to call you right now but you were too busy gushing about him to me – quite rightly, I might add. I'm sure he loved you, 'Cedes."

"…Really?"

"Yes. Mercedes, you just spent the past…" Kurt checked his watch and his eyes widened when he noticed the time – Blaine would be heading home in about half an hour. "Hour and a half telling me how amazing your date was, and hun I gotta tell ya; I don't think first dates are that amazing if the guy isn't all that into you." A small giggle sounded in his ear.

"You think so?"

"I know so."

"… Thanks, Kurt," Mercedes sounded genuinely sincere, a change from her usual loud, exuberant, powerful voice.

"No problem, 'Cedes," Kurt couldn't help but grin; the satisfaction he felt after helping someone out, even if it was just a few small words of reassurance, was fabulous. There was a small pause as the two of them smiled to themselves, each of them still reeling from how close they had become over the past few weeks.

"So… how's your love life going, Kurtie?" Kurt thought about it for a second; was he allowed to tell her that he was dating Blaine? Or- because she hadn't asked directly if he was dating Blaine- he didn't have to tell her?

"Pretty good," He grinned, giggling when Mercedes near screamed down the phone.

"Ohmygod who is he? Who is he?"

"He's… just a guy I… met,"

"Kurt, you gotta give me more than that!"

"It's nothing, Mercedes, I swear!" She scoffed. "We haven't even been on a date! I just l- I really, really like him."

"Well, get a move on then! Don't just sit around on that little white boy ass of yours waiting for Mr Right, Kurtie- go out there and find him!"

"I already have, 'Cedes! We're just- I don't know."

"Who is he?"

"You don't know him." Kurt shot back a little too quickly. "I mean- It's nothing Mercedes, please just- Just drop it, okay? I'm sure it'll… progress soon enough."

"… Hmm. Okay, Boo, if you really want me to drop it, I'll drop it."

"Thank you."

"…Is he hot?"

"Mercedes!"

"What? You don't have to tell me who he is! I just want to know if he's hot." Kurt frowned in thought; he could easily describe Blaine and not give away who he was, but then again, Mercedes saw him nearly every day at work and what if she recognized something about him? What if she figured it out? Kurt didn't want to tell anyone else until he'd talked with Blaine about what had happened earlier. "Kurt? Stop daydreaming about your lover-boy and tell me if he's hot or not!"

"He's very hot," Kurt smirked, remembering how he'd seen Blaine shirtless in bed a few nights ago- something the shorter man still didn't know about. "Like, smoking. I'm not even kidding, 'Cedes. Oh, good lord it must be illegal for a human being to be so hot!"

"Kurt, I'm impressed! I've never heard you gush like this about anything, and that includes that Vogue article on Idina Menzel!" Kurt could feel his cheeks burning up and could only imagine how red they were when he realised that was the most he'd ever gushed over Blaine, let alone to Mercedes.

"Yeah… well-"

"Is he really that hot?"

"Yeah," Kurt giggled, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand as he started to relax a little bit more. "He really is."

"Ok, Boo, I don't care what you say- I have to meet this boy. And soon." Kurt stiffened in his seat, his hand still on the back of his neck, and he could feel his stomach plummeting with nerves.

"well- M-maybe… Maybe when we're actually dating?"

"Of course when you're dating, Kurt!" Mercedes laughed. "I'm not going to just stroll up this guy and introduce myself or anything!"

"I wouldn't put it passed you," Kurt mumbled, just loud enough for Mercedes to hear the sarcasm in his voice.

"I heard that, Hummel."

"Sorry, Jones." Mercedes giggled, and Kurt could feel himself relax again. It wasn't that he didn't want Mercedes to meet the guy he was head-over-heels in love with, it's just… she already knew him, and quite frankly Kurt was terrified at what Mercedes would say when she found out it was Blaine and Kurt hadn't told her.

"Look, Boo, I'd better go," She sighed. "I don't want to imagine how much your phone is gonna be because of me!"

"You're worth every penny, 'Cedes," Kurt smiled, but secretly he was agreeing that he really needed to get off the phone. "But I guess you're right- I should be getting to bed soon. I have work tomorrow."

"You sound oh-so-excited about that." Mercedes mocked, but laughed all the same."Night, Kurt."

"Night, Mercedes."

And with that Kurt hung up the phone, sighing heavily and lying back against the back sofa cushions. A sudden wave of drowsiness pulled his eyelids shut just as Maria, Captain Von Trapp and the children climbed the Swiss mountains and the credits began to roll.


Blaine closed the door to the apartment as quietly as he could; it was a Sunday, which meant that Kurt had work in the morning and most likely would already be in bed. Pulling his jacket off and hanging it up as he toed off his shoes, Blaine glanced towards the living room for reasons he wasn't quite sure of. He was surprised to see the light still on, and now he was stood still he could hear the faint music from the Sound of Music title menu floating through the open door.

Frowning, he started towards the room and hesitantly peeped around the door frame. Low and behold, there was Kurt. Peacefully asleep with his phone still in his hand and a cushion hugged to his chest, an empty wine glass on the coffee table next to the bottle. That's where Blaine moved to first; he picked up the glass and then the bottle, feeling that there was still over half of it left. Gazing down softly at Kurt again as he left, Blaine headed out into the kitchen to put lid back on the wine- thankfully it was a screw-cap rather than a corked bottle- and placed it back in the fridge. Back in the living room, he switched off the DVD player, making a mental note to take the DVD disk out in the morning.

Kurt was easy to scoop up when he was this asleep, and so Blaine carried him back to his room and laid his boyfriend down under the covers. Blaine knew that Kurt would be inevitably pissed off at him for putting him to bed in his clothes rather than changing him into his pyjamas, but after the night's more-lively-than-normal performance Blaine was exhausted.

As much as he wanted to curl up next to Kurt again, Blaine pulled himself away- not before placing a soft, chaste kiss on the sleeping man's lips- and made his way back to his own bedroom across the hall. Even in his sleepy state, Blaine remembered to pull on a pair of navy Dalton sweatpants he'd found in his wardrobe- just in case he ended up waking up at the same time as Kurt or something.

He was just drifting off to sleep when he heard movement outside his room; feet shuffling across the carpeted floors, a brief stumble at having to move around in the dark, and then nothing. He figured Kurt had woken and was trying to change into his pyjamas in the dark, but a soft knock on his door proved him wrong.

Sitting up, Blaine rubbed his eyes sleepily and waited for his eyes to readjust to the darkness of his room. He turned to his door to see the silhouette of his roommate standing there, one hand tentatively holding onto the doorframe whilst the other was fiddling with them hem of his pyjama shirt. When did he get changed…? Blaine thought to himself, but before he could ask Kurt's timid voice whispered across the room.

"You're sleeping in your own bed?"

There was definitely a hint of hurt audible in his voice, and Blaine felt his heart melt at how vulnerable Kurt seemed right now. He nodded lightly before remembering that Kurt might not be able to see him. "Yeah," He cleared his throat as his voice came out slightly strangled. "I thought- I thought you might want some decent sleep for work tomorrow… I wasn't sure if you'd want me- I mean, I didn't know if you'd rather-"

"Can I sleep in here?" Blaine's eyebrows jumped and he blinked a few times before nodding slowly.

"Sure." He shifted over and pulled the covers back, allowing Kurt to slip in next to him.

"Thanks," Kurt mumbled sleepily, pulling the covers up around his shoulders as he laid his head down on the pillows facing Blaine. Blaine hesitantly followed after a few seconds, gazing through the dark into Kurt's eyes; he could see his face clearly now, and even in the dark Kurt's eyes seemed to have a small glint in them. "You know, I think I had a better sleep last night than I have in… a long time." He whispered, shimmying slightly closer under the covers; Blaine's body warmth acting like a magnet.

"Really?" Blaine copied him, unable to keep himself away much longer when Kurt was lying so close to him.

"Uh-huh," Kurt whispered again as his fingertips finally find Blaine's arm. He traced along the strong muscles he'd admired from afar for so many weeks, his hand just reaching Blaine's shoulder before tracing back down to his hand, which was now perched on Kurt's waist.

"Well, then it seems only fair that I should… help you sleep again tonight." Kurt smirked when Blaine shivered involuntarily under his touch, but sucked in a breath when Blaine's strong arms pulled him in close, their legs intertwining on autopilot as their bodies were brought together.

They fell asleep together sometime later, their chests rising and falling in synchronisation as their breathing levelled out, holding each other close with small, content smiles on their faces.


See, I told you - FLUFF!

Writing this cheered me up no end, as I've got a really bad summer cold at the moment. As I told one of my other friends when she was through a rough patch - Klaine makes EVERYTHING better... even being ill :)

Thoughts? :)

C xx