Hey, everyone! I was on vacation, but am back to my regular schedule now. For those of you that may have missed/skipped over the previous chapter, here is a basic summary:

Kurt invited Blaine over and planned to give him his virginity, but this didn't end up happening. Blaine eventually talked him out of it, and they spent the rest of the night hanging out like they usually do. After this, Kurt figured out that the solo for Nationals was one of his mom's favorite songs, When You Believe, and decided after a little bit of hesitation to try out for it.

Anyway, that should be enough context to make this chapter make sense! I know this one is a little long, but I wanted to find a good stopping point, hence the length. Enjoy!

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Kurt sighed, studying the music in his hand. He knew he had the solo down, but he was still nervous to audition. This was a big deal, and if he did end up getting the part he could barely think about the large crowd he'd need to perform for.

"Make out break?" Blaine stood in the doorway of the choir room, arms crossed.

Kurt's face lit up. "Blaine! What're you doing here? Don't you have glee practice until five?"

"Yeah, but I decided skipping one day couldn't hurt. Besides, a little bird told me that you'd be here and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to see you." He sat next to Kurt, peering over his shoulder. "Are you really still going over this? Kurt, I've heard you practicing. Mr. Shu would be a fool if he didn't give you the solo."

Kurt smiled. "That's really kind of you, but I need to make sure I'm as prepared as possible. The last thing I want is to forget a lyric or miss a note. My mom would probably roll over in her grave."

"I get that, but you've already been here for two hours. How about instead of going over your sheet music we have some fun? I didn't miss rehearsal for nothing." Blaine scooted closer, a suggestive look on his face. "Besides, you deserve it."

Kurt sighed. "Blaine, you know I'd love nothing more than to fool around with you right now, but I need to get this song perfect for tomorrow."

"Aw, come on. Let's hang out." Blaine whined, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder. When there was no reply, he began trailing kisses up his boyfriend's neck.

Kurt shivered. "Blaine, you know how important this is to me..."

"Exactly, and I also know you don't need any more practice. You'll be amazing."

"You don't know that. Besides, there's always room for improvement."

"Can't you spare ten minutes? I'm sure that a couple of kisses would help with the stress."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Please. I know you- a couple of kisses will turn into a couple more and before I know it two hours will have passed."

Blaine smiled sheepishly. "Fair enough. How about this? You keep going over the song while I go grab some food. Then when I get back we can have a little picnic."

Kurt nodded. "I'd like that. I promise that as soon as you return all of my attention will be on you."

"I'm taking your word for it." Blaine joked, standing and grabbing his keys from the top of the piano. "Does pizza sound okay?"

"Pizza sounds perfect. I'm looking forward to it." Kurt smiled, kissing Blaine on the cheek. "If you're lucky there might be more of that in your near future."

"Well, I'm buying you dinner so you kind of owe me. We can call it even."

"You'd better hurry then, school closes at six."

"Thanks for the pizza. You were right, this is what I needed." Kurt placed his plate in the now empty pizza box, careful not to get any grease on his clothing. "I guess I'm just stressing about this whole solo thing."

"You're welcome. And I get it, performing in front of people is always hard. But you are an amazing singer, you've got this." Blaine pushed the box to the side, moving closer to his boyfriend. "You're also really cute, so that helps too."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I'm pretty sure Mr. Shu isn't casting the soloist based on looks, but thanks anyway for that bit of information. I think you deserve a reward."

Blaine smirked. "And what would that be?"

Instead of answering Kurt closed the space between them. He knew that Blaine was right- having a little fun wouldn't hurt. They almost never got to see each other during the week, only on weekends, so getting to hang out on a Wednesday night was... nice. For some reason Blaine seemed even sexier in the dark choir room, and it made Kurt want him even more.

"What can I do to earn another reward?" Blaine breathed.

"Just sit there and look pretty." Kurt picked up where they left off, hands traveling up the back of his shirt. He didn't want the moment between them to ever end.

Suddenly there was a clang outside the door. Blaine jumped, quickly pulling away. "What was that?" He whispered, eyes fixated on the door.

"Probably just the janitor. I had no idea it was six already." Kurt frantically looked around the room before grabbing Blaine by the arm before he could protest. He opened the supply closet in the corner of the room, stepping inside and closing the door behind them.

"That was close." Blaine whispered from his crouching position in the corner. "I didn't think we'd make it here in time."

"Yeah, well, considering our janitor is in his sixties we have nothing to worry about. Besides, we can kiss while we wait for him to leave."

Blaine suddenly let out a small gasp, face turning white. "Kurt, I just realized something."

"What, that I'm the hottest guy you ever met? Because I'm aware." Kurt joked.

"No, it's not that... we forgot to bring the pizza box with us!"

Kurt froze. "Oh crap. We can't make a run for it, he cleans the bathrooms across the hall right before this room. We're screwed."

Just as Blaine opened his mouth to reply there was a creaking sound as the choir room door opened. The janitor walked in, whistling as he began to sweep the floor.

Both boys stayed completely silent, eyes focused on the closet door knob. Suddenly the footsteps stopped.

"A pizza box? What's this doing here?" The janitor puzzled, picking it up.

Kurt braced himself for the confrontation that he knew was about to occur, but to his surprise he heard the crinkle of a trash bag.

"Those damned teachers, always throwing parties for their students... couldn't even take five minutes to clean up." The janitor murmured under his breath. He took his cart by the handle, leaving the room and beginning down the hallway.

Blaine let out a sigh of relief. "Wow, I can't believe we got away with that. I thought for sure he'd swing this door open at any minute."

"Yeah, we really need to be more careful. Let's get out of here before he comes back."

Blaine opened the door and slunk across the room. He leaned out into the hallway before giving a small nod. "The coast is clear."

Kurt took his music from the chair where he'd left it and followed Blaine out into the hallway. They quickly walked to the exit, careful to avoid any obstacles in their way.

When they finally shut the door behind them, Kurt burst out laughing. "That was kind of hilarious. How'd we forget about the large pizza box sitting in the middle of the room?"

Blaine chuckled. "I don't know, but we sure were lucky to make it out of there."

"I told you we shouldn't have made out, look what happened."

"Oh please, you know you enjoyed it."

"Okay fine, maybe I did. Just a little bit."

Blaine smirked. "I mean, kissing is one of my strong points."

"Really? Because that make out session was mediocre at best."

Blaine gave a gasp, a joking look in his eyes. "How dare you criticize my kissing skills like that!"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're so dramatic. I guess you can have a do over, but only if you drive me home. There's no way I'm walking in this weather."

"Deal. Maybe you should critique me this time so I know what I need to improve on."

"Shut up you big weirdo."

"Thank you everyone for auditioning. It was a very hard decision, but I think I've finally chosen the soloist for Nationals." Mr. Schuster looked around the room at the glee club members, building suspense.

Kurt felt his stomach flip. This was it, the moment he'd been waiting for. He'd practiced day and night, and he felt pretty confident about the final product.

Everyone was on the edge of their seats, eyes all focused on the teacher. Mr. Shu cleared his throat. "You were all amazing, but unfortunately only one of you can have the solo. The person I've chosen to perform it is..."

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut. He could barely bear not knowing, but now that he was about to find out he almost wished he didn't need to know.

"Kurt Hummel! Congratulations!" Mr. Shu exclaimed.

"Kurt you did it!" Mercedes practically flung herself at her friend, engulfing him in a hug. "I knew you could."

Kurt was frozen. He couldn't believe it- he'd beaten Rachel. The applause around him was almost deafening, and all he could do was sit there and smile. When the clapping finally quieted down he spoke. "I can barely believe it. Thank you, I promise I won't let you down."

Mr. Schuster nodded. "We all believe in you, Kurt. You'll do great! Now, let's get to practicing!"

Kurt was giddy with excitement for the rest of rehearsal. All he could think about was Nationals, how he got to sing by himself in front of thousands of people. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought he'd actually get this opportunity.

Once class ended Kurt practically skipped out of the choir room. He opened his locker combination and grabbed his calculus book, checking himself quickly in the mirror before closing it again. He almost jumped when he saw Rachel standing there, binder clutched tightly to her chest.

She cleared her throat, eyes on her shoes. "I wanted to say congratulations. You deserve the solo."

Kurt nodded slowly. "Thank you Rachel. I know how much you wanted it."

"I did. But there will be other chances. Besides, it fits your voice better." Rachel shifted her weight from foot to foot.

"You are an amazing singer. You know that, and so does the rest of the club. You'll get your chance to shine." Kurt smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "Besides, there are still two other songs up for grabs."

"I know. I... I miss you. And Finn. I feel like we haven't talked in ages."

"I miss you too. Even though you annoy me about ninety percent of the time we hang out." Kurt joked.

"Do you know if Finns still upset with me?" Rachel asked. She still hadn't looked up since the conversation began, and she seemed even more awkward than usual.

Kurt shrugged. "I have no idea. Didn't he talk to you the other day? He told me he was going to."

"Yeah, he did. It didn't go the way I thought it would though. He basically told me that he never wanted to get back together and to stop texting him."

"Oh. I'm sorry, I know how much you cared about him." Kurt hesitated, picking at a seam on his bag. "I don't really want to take sides here, but to be fair you did cheat. Again."

Rachel sighed. "I know. I didn't mean to, I swear. I guess I was just lonely."

"Well, you really hurt him. It would take a lot for him to even consider getting back together with you. Look Rachel, I really have to get to class."

"Right, of course." Rachel stepped to the side, allowing Kurt to pass by. "Sorry for bothering you with all this."

"It's okay, I get it. But maybe you should talk to Finn about it, not me." Kurt offered a sympathetic smile before turning to go to class.

"Why would you tell her to come talk to me?!" Finn exclaimed, frustration in his voice. "That's the last thing I want to do!"

Kurt sighed, emptying another basket of laundry into the washing machine. "I was just trying to help. Besides, she wouldn't leave me alone. What was I supposed to do, tell her to never speak to you again?"

"Yes!" Finn slumped down on an overturned basket. "She broke my heart in the worst way possible. I don't understand why she couldn't have just told me she didn't love me anymore and leave." He paused to roll his eyes. "But of course she had to be all Rachel Berry about things and cheat on me for the second time. And why Jesse? He's the biggest jerk out there."

Kurt shut the door to the washing machine, leaning against it. "True. But he is pretty attractive. He looks like he belongs on the cover of a fashion magazine."

Finn gave his brother a look. "Are you seriously calling Jesse St. James hot right now?"

"No, I'm just saying that he has an impeccable fashion sense. Oh, and abs."

Finn raised an eyebrow. "Don't you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I can't have opinions." Kurt tossed an empty detergent bottle into the trash can. "Do you want me to be completely honest with you?"

Finn looked suspiciously at him. "I don't know, do I?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Look, don't kill me when I say this, but if you ask me this whole situation is stupid."

"Stupid? What, so you don't think I should've broken up with her?"

"I didn't say that. You guys both made mistakes in your relationship. She hooked up with Jesse and you had a thing with Quinn. Wouldn't it be easier to just put these things behind you and move on?"

Finn sat in silence for a minute before speaking. "So you're saying that I should forgive her?"

"Yes. I don't see the point in you two arguing anymore. Besides, I kind of miss hearing her snarky remarks around the house."

"Let me get this straight- you don't see the problem here? Like, if Blaine cheated on you you wouldn't care?"

"That's different, Finn. Blaine and I don't have a history of sabotaging our relationship like you and Rachel do. All I'm saying here is that you two are both super stubborn and frankly are being kind of dramatic about the whole thing."

"Dramatic? Me reacting to her cheating is dramatic?" Finn was starting to get annoyed. "I don't even care about her anymore. She could vanish off of the face of the earth and I wouldn't notice."

Kurt sighed. "Okay, first of all you're taking everything I said the wrong way. I didn't say that you should run to her house and immediately become boyfriend and girlfriend again, just to forgive her and maybe be friends again in the future. Secondly, I know you still care about her. If you didn't you wouldn't have written about her so much in your journal."

Finn jumped up. "You read my journal? Kurt, that's private!"

"Calm down, I didn't mean to! Besides, if you don't want me to see it, maybe leaving it in the middle of the dining room table isn't the best idea."

Finn sighed, defeated. "Okay fine. Maybe I do care about her a little. But that doesn't mean I want to be associated with her anymore."

Kurt bit his lip, suddenly nervous. "Yeah, about that... I may have invited her over for dinner tonight."

"You what? Why would you do that? This isn't your business!"

"I just want you to be happy again! Ever since the breakup you've been moping around more than usual!"

"That's not your concern! Why can't you just stay out of it?"

"Because you're my brother and I was trying to help you! I don't see what the big deal is."

"The big deal is that you didn't ask me first! You think this isn't hard for me? First I find out that my mom is dating your dad, then surprise! They get married and I'm forced to move in with you. Then my girlfriend cheats on me, and now you're meddling in my personal life and trying to act like we're brothers when we're not! I'm sick and tired of this. I wish I'd never met you."

Kurt gulped, stomach suddenly hurting. "You don't mean that."

"Oh really?" Finn stepped closer until their faces were inches apart. He stood still, eyes burning into Kurt's. Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped his stepbrother in the face.

Kurt stumbled backwards in surprise. He was in shock, barely able to feel the stinging on his cheek over the sound of his heart in his ears.

"Finn Hudson!" Carole stood in the doorway of the laundry room, face red with rage. "What is going on in here?"

"Nothing mom!" Finn's voice shook nervously.

Carole wasn't buying her son's lie. She pointed towards the stairs. "Go to your room." Her voice was low and scary, and even from his spot huddled in the corner Kurt could feel the anger in her voice. "Now!"

"Fine!" Finn hissed, stomping out of the room and up the stairs. A second later his door slammed.

Carole rushed to Kurt's side, crouching next to him. "Are you okay? I heard the screaming."

Kurt raised his head. He hadn't realized how much he was shaking. "We had a fight." His voice came out in a croak. He immediately felt stupid- of course Carole knew they'd been fighting. She saw Finn smack him.

Carole sighed. "Kurt, I'm so sorry. I can't believe... I don't want to believe that he'd..." she choked.

"It doesn't hurt that bad." Kurt whispered. "I shouldn't have gotten into his business like that."

Carole firmly shook her head. "No. This isn't your fault. I don't know what happened before I came in, but he shouldn't have hit you regardless. Let me get you some ice."

"I'm okay, really." Kurt stood, legs still shaking. "I just wasn't expecting it." He sighed. "I feel like I screwed everything up. There's no way he'll ever talk to me again."

Carole hugged Kurt. "Don't say that. He'll come around, I'm sure of it."

Kurt hugged her back, but deep down he was unsure if what she was saying was true.

"Are you excited for tomorrow?" Blaine sat on Kurt's bed, watching as he straightened the collar of his suit.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it." Kurt answered, avoiding eye contact.

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Okay, you're nervous."

"What? No."

"I recognize that look. Talk to me."

Kurt sighed. "Okay fine. I'm terrified." He sat next to Blaine on the bed. "What if I screw this up? It's the opening number and the whole club is counting on me. If we lose I'll never hear the end of it."

Blaine took his boyfriend's hand. "Hey. You're not going to screw this up. You've been practicing nonstop for the last two months. You're going to nail it, trust me."

Kurt nodded slowly. "I hope so. I wish you could be up there with me. We really killed it at regionals."

Blaine laughed. "Yeah, well, I'll be in the audience cheering you on. Oh, and good news- I'm pretty sure your father doesn't completely despise me anymore."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "He never did, that was all in your head. He's just overprotective of me."

Blaine kissed his boyfriend lightly on the lips. "I can see why. The good news is I don't have to worry about you running off with some other guy."

"I wouldn't be so sure." Kurt joked.

Suddenly the door swung open, and Finn stood there awkwardly.

Kurt tensed. "Finn. What do you want?"

"I..." Finn trailed off.

"You what?" Kurt prodded. "Can you hurry this up? We're kind of busy."

Finn gave an agitated sigh. "Fine. I was just going to say that I think I left my tie in here."

Kurt gave his room a quick once over. "Nope, don't see it."

Finn nodded. "Okay, geez." He left, shutting the door behind him.

Blaine let out a quiet whistle. Kurt turned to face him. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Blaine sighed. "Kurt, don't you think this has gone on long enough? You two have been at each other's throats the last couple of weeks. Maybe it's time to talk to him."

Kurt crossed his arms stubbornly. "Last time I checked I wasn't the one who overreacted. Besides, I was right- he's super cranky now that Rachel's gone."

"He's your brother. You live in the same house, you can't stay mad forever. You're lucky yours even talks to you."

Kurt snorted. "Yeah, well you can have him if you want. I'd much rather be an only child anyway."

"You love him and you know it. Let's go talk to him. I'll come with you." Blaine stood. "You'll feel better, I promise."

Kurt shook his head. "No, I don't think that's a good idea. Let's just stay here and kiss some more."

A mischievous look played on Blaine's lips. "Stop trying to change the subject. Come on, let's go fix this."

"Can we please just stay in here?"

"Nope. And I'm not going to kiss you again until you apologize." Blaine seemed proud of himself as he said this. He knew Kurt wouldn't last long if that was the cost.

Kurt groaned. "You're evil!"

"I know I am. So is that a yes?" Blaine prodded.

Kurt grudgingly stood. "Fine. But I'm only doing this because you're using kissing to threaten me."

Blaine shrugged. "That's fine with me. Now let's do this."

Kurt dragged himself along behind Blaine. Finn had smacked him, not the other way around. It made no sense why he was the one who needed to apologize, but here he was about to do just that. "This is a waste of time."

"Get in there."

"You're sure I have to?"

"Do you want to be able to kiss me again?"

"Okay, I'm going." Kurt knocked lightly on his brother's door. It opened, and a confused Finn met his gaze.

"Kurt? What are you doing here?" He seemed surprised. It was the first time his brother had knocked on his bedroom door in almost a month. "Did you find my tie?"

Kurt looked over at Blaine, a pleading look in his eyes. Blaine nodded slowly, and Kurt took a deep breath. "No. Actually I'm here for a different reason."

"Okay, um... what?"

"I wanted to apologize for what happened. In the laundry room." Kurt held his breath. He couldn't tell what Finn was thinking- his face was unreadable.

Finally, Finn spoke. "Thanks. I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have hit you, that was really immature. You were just trying to help and I was a bitch."

Kurt wanted to agree with this statement, but resisted. Something told him that reacting that way would cause him to lose Blaine's kisses once again. "So are we good then?"

"Yeah. We're good." Finn shrugged his shoulders. "And for the record your advice actually worked. I ended up going over to Rachel's the other day and told her I'd like to be friends."

"That's great." Kurt offered a timid smile. He was happy for Finn, he really was. "What did she say?"

"She said she needed some time, but eventually she'd be interested."

"Well, I'm glad you worked things out. I should probably go finish packing. I'll keep an eye out for your tie."

Finn nodded. "Thanks. Oh, and good luck tomorrow. You'll be amazing."

"Thanks."

As soon as Finn shut his door Blaine gave his boyfriend a hug. "I'm proud of you. I know how much you didn't want to do that."

Kurt shrugged. "Yeah, well, I wanted to go without your kisses even less."

"Well, you definitely earned that privilege back." Blaine winked. "Should we head back to your room?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Kurt's heart was going a thousand miles per hour. He stood backstage with the other members of the New Directions. They were scheduled to perform in exactly five minutes, and he couldn't be more nervous.

"Stop stressing."

Kurt turned quickly to find Blaine standing behind him, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. "Blaine! How did you get back here?"

"I have my ways." Blaine shrugged, giving his boyfriend a once over. "You look amazing as always."

Kurt blushed. "Oh please. If my insides matched my outsides I'd look like a wreck."

"You have nothing to be afraid of, you're going to blow those judges away." He looked down at the bouquet in his hands. "I guess I should wait to give these to you until afterwards, huh?"

"That's probably for the best. That way if I'm terrible you can just throw them away."

"Stop it, you're so dramatic." Blaine took a flower from the arrangement, breaking the stem in half. He stuck the top part into the pocket of Kurt's suit. "There. Now It'll be like I'm there with you."

Kurt smiled. "That was the most romantic thing you've ever said to me."

"I have plenty more lines up my sleeve." Blaine kissed him on the cheek. "I've gotta run, your dad's saving me a seat. Good luck!"

Kurt watched as Blaine walked away. He looked down at the flower, gently touching one of the petals. He felt a little less scared as the club began to take their positions.

The curtains rose, and the music began to play. Kurt took a deep breath and began to sing. He let himself relax as the notes came out of him, each one more confident then the next. He could feel his mother's presence there, and it made him smile. Before he knew it the song was over, and the audience went wild.

Rachel gave Kurt a nod, and he took a bow before stepping back into line with the rest of the students. The other songs went flawlessly- Brittany and Mike Chang killed it with their dancing, and Rachel and Finn sang a beautiful duet.

By the time they exited the stage, Kurt was feeling more confident than ever.

Mercedes approached him in the green room, giving him a huge hug. "Kurt, you killed it! That solo was amazing!"

"It really was!" Rachel exclaimed. "I had no idea you could sing like that."

Soon the whole club was gathered around, gushing about how amazing he sounded. Kurt was over the moon, and he couldn't stop smiling. He was proud of himself, and it felt like a huge accomplishment.

Mr. Schuster appeared in the doorway. "Everyone, you were amazing! I can't believe how good you sounded." He cleared his throat, gazing at the students. "The judges just announced that the list is out. It's time."

Everyone held their breath. Kurt could practically smell the fear in the air as they walked single file to the crowd gathered by the auditorium. They made their way to the front, and Kurt felt like he was going to be sick. The list was right in front of them, and no one wanted to look.

Mr. Schuster sighed. "Okay, well I guess if you guys aren't going to look I will." He scanned the list, and all the club could do was wait. Finally he stepped back. "Guys... we're in second place!"

Everyone went crazy, yelling and screaming with delight. Kurt felt amazing inside. They'd just made it into the top ten at Nationals, and it felt like a dream.

The rest of the night was a flurry of excitement. Carole and his father took Finn, Blaine and him out for dinner and they stayed there for hours, laughing and chatting. When it was finally time for Kurt to return to the hotel with the rest of the club he was almost disappointed. He never wanted this night to end.

"I guess this is your stop." Burt pulled over, stopping the car and turning to face his sons. "You both did an amazing job tonight. I'm super proud of you."

Finn smiled. "Thanks, but we couldn't have done it without Kurt. My brother sure can sing."

Kurt blushed. "Oh stop, you were just as great as I was."

"No one was as great as you." Finn opened the car door. "I guess we should run. See you guys tomorrow!"

"Bye honey!" Carole called after him. She looked at Kurt in the rear view mirror. "Aren't you going to head inside too?"

Kurt seemed awkward. "I actually booked my own room. I know that the school technically paid for them, but I wanted my own space."

Carole smiled. "Oh, okay. Is there another entrance you'd like us to pull up in front of?"

"No, actually... I was wondering if Blaine could stay with me." Kurt held his breath. He knew how his father felt about him having boys in his room.

Burt raised a brow. "Seriously? Kurt, I don't think that's a good idea."

"I got a room with two beds. If that's the problem." Kurt reasoned. "Please dad? We won't do anything."

"Mr. Hummel, I promise that if you let me stay we'll be on our best behavior." Blaine chimed in.

Burt looked over to his wife, who gave a small shrug. He sighed. "Fine. I guess it's okay as long as you stay in separate beds and don't do anything you wouldn't do in front of your parents."

Kurt let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks dad, we promise!"

"Goodnight!" Carole called after them as they left.

"Wow, this place is fancy. I feel underdressed." Blaine looked around in awe.

Kurt laughed. "Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure Mr. Shu used our whole budget on this trip."

Kurt swiped their key card, opening the door. They walked in, closing it behind them. Kurt flipped on the light. "So? What do you think?"

"I think that this is amazing. How did you pay for it all?"

"Birthday money. My grandparents always send a ton."

Blaine gulped, suddenly aware of something. "Hey, quick question. Where's the other bed? I thought you said there were two."

Kurt smirked. "I lied. There's only one. Did you really think my dad would let you stay here if he knew?"

Blaine kissed him. "You sure are sneaky, you know that?"

Kurt shrugged. "Yeah, well, if you have a problem with sharing a bed we could make you one on the floor."

"Are you kidding me? I'm not complaining." Blaine leaned in for another kiss but Kurt stopped him.

Blaine seemed embarrassed. "Sorry, are we not doing that right now?"

Kurt smiled. "No, we are, but I should probably shower first. I smell disgusting."

"I don't mind." Blaine kissed him again. "You still look as sexy as ever."

"Obviously, I always do. I'll be fast, then we can kiss all we want." Kurt took a towel from the rack by the door, grabbing his pajamas from his suitcase

"I'll be waiting." Blaine winked. He switched on the TV, turning to three different channels before settling on one.

About ten minutes later the bathroom door opened and Kurt came out, crawling into bed next to him. "Okay, now I'm ready for some time with you." He leaned in, passionately kissing Blaine.

Aww, they're my favorites! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter... I know that the drama with Finn was kind of unnecessary, but it felt appropriate to add in. I mean, siblings fight, am I right? XD

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