Question 2: Would you like to be famous? In what way?

Blaine got used to living with Kurt pretty quickly. They found their routine and their boundaries, but they also found out that they liked spending time with each other. Even if it was for both of them quietly staying in the same room doing their homework.

That day, Blaine was reading some plays looking for a monologue for his next audition when Kurt entered the apartment, dropped his things on a chair, collapsed on the couch and sighed. Blaine looked up from his book at him and commented:

"Bad day?"

Kurt's eyes were closed and he was massaging his temples while he answered:

"Awful, but with lots of potential."

"So this sigh was out of…?"

"Advanced tiredness. I have to write an entire musical by the end of the week."

Blaine was puzzled:

"I didn't know you wrote songs."

Kurt finally focused those beautiful blue eyes on him:

"I don't; I can have a partner for that part."

"Do you have anything written yet? And why the end of the week?"

Kurt wetted his lower lip in that way of his whenever he was excited:

"I decided to apply for a MacArthur Scholarship like you suggested. The deadline is the end of the week. I have a couple of lines written, but I can foresee many sleepless nights ahead of me."

Blaine's heart accelerated despite his best efforts. Kurt not only had taken into consideration what they had discussed the other day, as he was taking Blaine's advice.

"Let's get to work then!"

Kurt looked befuddled at him. Blaine could feel his own cheeks burning. He stuttered:

"I… I mean, if you want my help."

Kurt was looking at him with glowing eyes:

"You are really willing to help me?"

"Of course! What are friends for?"

"So, I've been elevated to the category of friend?"

Blaine couldn't help the grin curling his lips:

"From day one, Kurt. You were never just a roommate."

Kurt bit his lip while he considered something. Then he smiled and said:

"You too. You were always very… dear to me."

Blaine knew Kurt had left something unsaid, but he decided he didn't want to push his friend. He pushed his sleeves up his arm and looked at Kurt:

"So? Where do we start?"

Kurt smiled that irresistible smile, approached Blaine and passed his arms around the shorter man's neck.

"Thank you, Blaine; thank you so much. If it's not too much to ask, I'd love to start with a cup of coffee."

"Do you want me to go to our coffee place and get your regular Non-Fat Mocha, maybe some cheese…"

Kurt interrupted him:

"Do you know my coffee order?"

Busted! Of course Blaine knew his coffee order. Blaine had been memorizing little tidbits about Kurt ever since he first laid eyes on him. He looked down for his eyes not to betray him and answered:

"Kurt, my dear, even the baristas of that place know our coffee orders already. I bet you know mine too."

Kurt smirked:

"A Medium Drip for my friend Billy Christal."

"Billy Christal?"

"From 'When Harry Met Sally'; we watched it on your first week here and it got me thinking that we kind of have that vibe. Only, I get to play Meg Ryan."

Don't they get together in the end? Could Kurt be implying… Blaine was interrupted from his daydreams when he realized Kurt's lips were moving and he was already saying something:

"… from our coffee machine would be great."

Blaine nodded:

"I'm going to make us some coffee then, you can show me what you got so far and I can see where I can help. Again, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all; it'll be good to share my ideas with someone to see if they make sense before I start actually writing them down."

Blaine posed the mug with hot coffee for Kurt on a coaster near the other boy, who was so entertained with his own work that didn't notice his friend approaching. Blaine gently touched Kurt's shoulder to get the other boy's attention, but immediately pulled it away because touching Kurt was like receiving an electric discharge. Kurt looked up from his sit at the standing boy:

"Sorry, I hadn't seen you there. Thank you for the coffee. Sit down and let me tell you the adventures of Toronto. Best yet, the misadventures of Toronto, a gay high-school kid growing up in Ohio."

"I can relate to poor Toronto; Ohio is not the best place to be a gay teen. A bit too much autobiographical, no?"

Kurt sighed looking at his papers and then looked deeply into Blaine's eyes:

"When I was a gay teen in Ohio, I knew I wanted to be involved with theater. I tried for Tony in 'West Side Story' but they ended up choosing my brother. I overheard the teachers responsible for the play saying I was too controversial for the part; they meant to flamboyant gay for the part. I went crying for my dad who said that if there weren't good parts for me in theater that I should write my own. That's how I started to write and why I chose it for my major. I want in the future that some high school kid can feel accepted and appreciated for how unique he is by playing one of my plays."

"That's so touching, Kurt. I wish I had one of your plays in my teenage years."

Kurt touched his hand and stroked his thumb a few times over the skin of Blaine's hand. They were mesmerized by the vision of their hands together. Until Kurt coughed and took his hand away, not fast enough for Blaine to notice he was blushing.

Hours later, Blaine approached a working Kurt again with another hot mug.

"More coffee? Thanks I…"

Blaine interrupted him:

"It's chamomile tea. You've worked too much for today and I know your day starts early tomorrow. Try to get some rest, Kurt; leave the all-nighters for the end of the week."

"But I'm not tired…", said Kurt yawning.

Blaine smiled at him and grabbed both his shoulders to get him out of the chair.

"To bed, mister."

Blaine watched Kurt leaving the bathroom and enter his bedroom while he was washing the last two mugs. He smiled at the vision; it wasn't easy being in love with your roommate.