So I don't want to get all cranky authors note on you all but... well, yeah. I made a mistake yesterday when I published the chapter. Actually, I made two mistakes - the first was posting the entire story in bold and I was alerted to this and changed it. That I'm okay with because it is something that would affect the reading of the story and I can understand being alerted to it. But the second mistake wasn't a mistake in the story, it was a mistake in the authors note. I accidentally labelled the story as TGTDOSBDK when it wasn't. This happened because that story was a rewrite and I had originally written it with them as a couple. But I was amazed by the amount of people who reviewed simply to tell me that I'd gotten that wrong, no feedback on the story or anything but just that.

Guys, I'm not perfect. And at the moment, I'm in a state of exhaustion and that's not going to change any time soon. So mistakes like that are going to happen and I understand you wanting to alert me to it but for something like that, I'm not going to go back and change it because it doesn't matter. If you read that and then go down and read the rest of the story and realize it's not TGTDOSBDK, you're going to just realize it. Simple. It won't affect your reading. If I've made a mistake that affects your reading, by all means tell me, but stuff like that for me is a nonissue and I absolutely hated every second review last night being reviews simply telling me that.

All of that out of the way, I'm going to get this story posted and then try to convince my mum to let me have a bath. I need some me time.

Klaineforthewin: Stargazing

This one is a TGTDOSBDK.

Stars

Kurt buried his head in his pillow, refusing to open his eyes as he reached out blindly, grabbing his phone on the second ring. "Hello?" he muttered, not bothering to check the caller ID.

"Kurt?"

Kurt's eyes snapped open and he rolled over. "Blaine? What's wrong?"

Blaine's voice was quiet and hesitant when he replied. "I - I'm outside."

"Wh - no, I'll be there in a minute." Kurt pulled himself out of bed, wincing as the cold hit him. He quickly pulled on some warmer clothes, stopping for a second to grab a blanket before heading downstairs quietly. Luckily the rest of his family were deep sleepers and he managed to make his way out the front door without waking anybody.

Blaine was leaning against his car, shivering. He was only dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and Kurt frowned as he crossed the yard, pulling his boyfriend into a hug. "They fighting again?"

"Yeah," Blaine murmured into his shoulder. "I'm alright, I just had to get out of there before I did something I'd regret."

It wasn't the first time Blaine had shown up at Kurt's place because of his parents. After his boyfriend had finally admitted his parents were only together for show in their high society lifestyle and their marriage was falling apart, Kurt had immediately offered his place as sanctuary for any time that Blaine was sick of the fighting. But never before had Blaine needed to come so late at night. Speaking of which... "What time is it?"

Blaine pulled away, still shivering. "About eleven. I'm sorry for waking you."

Kurt shook his head and pulled off his jacket, ignoring Blaine's protests as he slipped it over his shoulders. "You know it's not a problem. What can I do to help?"

Most of the time when Blaine came over, they would just watch a movie or do something equally as relaxed to take Blaine's mind off what was going on back home. The boy never actually wanted to talk about what was going on, he just needed a distraction. But Kurt knew it was too late to do so without waking anybody. And even though his dad wouldn't mind - Kurt had told him about Blaine's situation and he was sympathetic - Blaine was very private about his family issues, and Kurt knew he didn't want attention drawn to himself.

"Just being with you helps," Blaine said, wrapping his arms around himself. Kurt could tell he was still cold and considered inviting him inside or suggesting they go to his car before remembering the blanket in his hands.

"Come with me."

Kurt took Blaine's hand and led him to the backyard. As soon as they circled around the house, Blaine's eyes lit up. "When did you get a trampoline?"

"It's Quinn's actually." Kurt tossed the blanket onto the trampoline, turning back to Blaine. "She's moving house and asked Finn if she could store it here and do her cheerleading practice over here until they're moved. Finn agreed of course - he loves pretending not to watch her do her stunts."

Blaine chuckled as he climbed onto the trampoline. Kurt followed him up and spread out the blanket underneath them, gesturing for Blaine to lie on it. He curled up next to him and grabbed the rest of the blanket, wrapping it around them. Blaine pressed their foreheads together and simply stared at him for a second. "You're too good to me," he whispered.

Kurt smiled. "Look up."

The expression on Blaine's face as he stared into the sky made the lack of sleep and cold all worth it. Kurt lived just far enough out of town to have the perfect night sky on clear nights such as these, but as he had gotten older and more busy, he had spent a lot less time looking at them. Now he couldn't work out why.

"I don't know any of their names," Blaine whispered, looking almost embarrassed that there was something he didn't know.

Kurt couldn't resist. "Well, see that one there?" He pointed in the general direction of a cluster of stars. "That one is called a star."

A second later there was a light elbow to his ribs. "What would I do without you?" Blaine laughed, his eyes still skyward. A moment later, he raised one of his arms and began tracing lines in the sky.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked, taking Blaine's free hand and linking it with his own.

Blaine continued drawing. "I'm trying to make shapes," he said absently

"Anything good?" Kurt leaned closer, resting his head against Blaine's.

"Can you see the dragon?"

Kurt blinked, turning to stare at Blaine who looked perfectly serious. "Um... no, honey, I can't see the dragon. Why don't you show me the dragon?" He couldn't resist using the same voice one would use when humoring a small child, but really Blaine was asking for it.

Blaine shook his head. "You're so mean to me," he said with a long suffering sigh. "Okay, here." He raised the hand that was linked with Kurt's and began to trace around a cluster of stars. "That's its head... and down the back there to the tail.. and then back up the legs. See?"

Somehow, Kurt could almost imagine it. "I guess it is up there." But as gorgeous as the stars were, Kurt was much more interested in what was on the same planet as him. And, more importantly, what was lying on the same trampoline as him right now.

Rolling on his side, Kurt rested one hand on Blaine's chest lightly and began to trace patterns. Blaine shivered, but Kurt knew it wasn't from the cold this time. They hadn't done a lot of exploring of each other's bodies yet, and definitely nothing sexual, but Kurt had had a sudden urge to see how Blaine's chest felt, and took it. Moving his fingers higher, Kurt paused over Blaine's heart. He could feel the steady thumping of his boyfriend's heart under his fingers and suddenly felt more connected to Blaine than ever before. As he circled over it gently, he felt the heartbeat speed up and glanced up to see what Blaine was doing.

Blaine was staring down at him, his eyes flickering with different emotions. Kurt immediately stilled his hand, wondering whether he was doing something wrong, before Blaine's hand was covering his, pressing it back into his chest again. "It's yours," he whispered quietly.

Kurt took a slightly shaky breath, overwhelmed with emotion. He knew Blaine at least liked him - they wouldn't be dating otherwise - but to hear that he had Blaine's heart... that was a whole new thing. Blaine's trust and love (whether it was that strong yet or not) was one of the biggest things he could give to Kurt.

Of course Blaine had Kurt's heart, and he knew that. But Kurt wanted to give Blaine the biggest thing he could give to Blaine at this point in time. He knew one day there would be bigger things, but right now he knew what he wanted to give. Keeping his hand on Blaine's chest, Kurt moved up so his head was right next to Blaine's. Blaine rolled onto his side and, still acting almost on impulse, Kurt pressed their foreheads close together. He could feel Blaine's breath hitting lightly against his face, something far more comforting than he ever thought it would be.

They stayed that way for a few seconds, staring into each other's eyes, until Kurt tilted his head and leaned in closer, pressing their lips together. It was soft, sweet and the absolute definition of perfection. Kurt forgot that he had never done this before properly, forgot all of his fears about losing the beauty of relationship to something different and all physical. Blaine made him forget all of his worries. And when they pulled apart, staring at each other again, Kurt could see the same feelings in Blaine's eyes. No matter what was happening in each of their lives, no matter whether Blaine had to go back to parents who were fighting... they had each other in a whole new way now. That they could be sure of.

When Burt woke up the next morning and looked out his bedroom window, he immediately zoned in on the two figures wrapped in each other's arms on the trampoline. At first he thought it was Finn and Quinn until one of them shifted and he noticed the curly black hair.

Burt was halfway towards the door, ready to go down there and tear into the two for breaking the rules, before he stopped and let himself think about it. They were outside, not in Kurt's bedroom. A blanket was around both of them, but Burt could see that both of them were clothed. And he knew full well about Blaine's family situation.

After a few seconds, Burt turned back to the bed where Carole was still sleeping, smiling down at his wife. A lie in won't hurt me for one day.

(1) This was something I discovered. I went out to my friend's place which was ever so slightly out of town and the stars were incredible.

MusicalEscape:

"And then he squealed and practically tackled me!"

"What did you give him, anyways?"

"Well, Tina helped me. It took a lot of thought."

"Yeah?"

"A bottle of hair gel. Don't tell him, but I stole all his other bottles and filled the gift one with water. Once you see his curly hair, there's no going back."