After Blaine finished his salad, he grabbed a pack of Oreos from the cabinet. He led Kurt down the hallway to his living room. The walls were emerald with silver and gold trimming. An expanded, rounded black suede sofa was set in front of an enormous flat screen T.V. The floor was black marble like downstairs. The corner of the room was set up like a concession stand at the movies: a popcorn machine stood proudly on the black marble counter between the coffee/espresso machine and a blender. An ice cream freezer was next to the fridge, which stood next to an extensive selection of chocolate and candy bars.

Kurt's mouth dropped open in shock as he took in everything in the room. "When do you use all of this stuff?"

"At least every other weekend I try to have the Warblers over for some team bonding." Blaine shrugged. "You always leave for the weekend and I don't want you to feel obliged to miss seeing your friends and family."

"Thanks," Kurt mumbled gratefully, sitting on the couch. He leaned back, resting his head on the cushion. "Hey Blaine, I have a question."

"Hm," Blaine asked, taking a seat next to the countertenor, setting his pack of Oreos on the wrought iron coffee table in front of them.

"Where are your parents?" Kurt turned his head to face his friend. The older teen had suddenly gone tense, his hands clenched into fists.

"Probably downstairs hosting a gala, being the charming host and hostess they've always been," Blaine answered venomously, a disgusted look twisting his normally handsome features. "They try not to have too much to do with me; that's why I…" his voice trailed off, his lips still jerking as he silently snarled, losing himself in his thoughts.

Kurt couldn't help but stare in awe as Blaine's dapper façade shattered around him, revealing a pure emotion Kurt never expected to see on the other boy's face: anger. "I'm sorry I brought it up," the younger teen spoke softly, his fingers reaching out, brushing a few stray curls away from his crush's forehead.

That simple gesture brought Blaine out of whatever scenario he had been playing in his head. His features relaxed. "Don't apologize," Blaine scolded him, a small smile bringing back his usually cheery demeanor. "This isn't about me. This is about you." He turned in his seat, facing Kurt, and regretted it almost instantly. Those eyes, which had turned a beautiful grayish green color, were giving him a look of such unadulterated concern that he heard his own heart give off a resounding 'crack'. "Why are you so worried about me anyway? You have enough going on already."

"You're always making sure I'm alright. I feel bad for never checking to make sure you are too." Kurt shifted closer to Blaine. "I've been so wrapped up in my own problems-"

"Which I can't blame you for," Blaine commented.

Kurt smile softly before continuing. "That I haven't even thought that you might be having your own problems." He was even closer at this point, his legs boldly draped across Blaine's lap.

Blaine felt his heart swell as he locked eyes with the countertenor. "You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now," he whispered, bringing a hand up to caress the younger boy's cheek, careful to avoid the bruise there.

"Then why don't you?" Kurt asked in a breathy voice, his heart going into double time.

"I don't want to push you into anything you don't want," Blaine responded, dropping his hand. "I don't want to be another Karofsky."

Kurt rolled his eyes, his cheeks slightly flushed at the sentiment. "Blaine, you could never be another Karofsky." And with that, he closed the distance between them, appreciating how Blaine's lips fit against his own. It was clumsy, messy, and inexperienced, but, as they separated, they both felt it was perfect.

Blaine felt the grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth painfully, but he couldn't help it. He had just kissed Kurt. He wanted to start doing cartwheels and back flips down the street, screaming at the top of his lungs that he had just kissed Kurt freakin' Hummel!

Kurt felt a warm bubbling sensation building up within him. He beamed, barely noticing how it agitated his bruises. He had kissed Blaine! He had just kissed the amazingly handsome teen he had fallen for almost the moment he met him.

"Can I be honest?" Kurt asked quietly, unable to stop smiling.

"You usually always are," Blaine smirked, his hand grabbing Kurt's and squeezing it slightly.

"I don't completely understand where this leaves us." Kurt shrugged uncertainly. "I mean, I come to you when I have problems, you hold me when I cry, I'm wearing your clothes, and we just kissed. What are we?"

"Well, I'm hoping that you'll agree to be my boyfriend." Blaine's gleeful smile was mixed with a slight bit of fear. "So, will you?"

Kurt stared at him for a moment, his mouth, once again, agape. "You call that a proposal? Oh Blaine, you're hopeless!" He sighed, giving Blaine a disbelieving look, causing the older teen to stop smiling. Kurt's lips just crooked up even more. "But, yes. Yes. Wizard God, yes!"

Blaine laughed, kissing his, now, boyfriend again. "So, do you want to watch a movie?"

"Yeah, that sounds nice," Kurt answered thoughtfully. "Do you have Mulan?"

Blaine gave a shocked gasp, staring wide eyed at the brunette. "You have to ask if I have Mulan? There is so much you have to learn about me." Blaine stood up, pulling Kurt up as he did so. "Of course I have it. It's just in my room because I brought with me to school this past week so I could watch it in my dorm." They walked out of the living room back to Blaine's room, Kurt giggling as he did.

"You're into Disney movies?" Kurt asked, finding it extremely adorable because of how masculine Blaine seemed.

"Very much so," Blaine nodded. "I even do guitar covers of Disney songs." He blushed slightly at this confession.

"You have to play one for me one of these days," Kurt informed him. "Or else."

"Or else what?"

"Or else I take all of your styling products so you can't gel your hair down." Kurt grinned maniacally as he took in Blaine's shocked expression. Laughing, he looked down to where he had tossed his phone earlier, surprised to see the red light blinking, indicating that he had a message. He picked up his phone, seeing multiple missed calls and texts from his dad, Carole, and various members of New Directions ranging from twenty minutes to less than a minute ago.

Worry seeped through his happiness. He called his dad back promptly, taken slightly aback when the phone rang only once before his old man answered.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Kurt demanded as soon as his father said hello.

"Kurt," the older man spoke, sounding tired, anxious, and upset. "You need to come down to the hospital."

"Why?" Kurt choked out: hospitals held bad experiences for him. They were always the place where he had to say good bye.

Burt let out a shaky breath. "Finn's in ICU for some pretty bad injuries."

"How'd he get hurt?" Kurt inquired shrilly, reaching out and grabbing Blaine's hand, leaving the other boy confused. The last two words from Burt's mouth left Kurt paralyzed in fear:

"Attempted suicide."

A/N: Yes I know, it took me forever, but I usually start piecing this story together during school and I've actually been paying attention lately. *gasp* So, cliffhanger, yay! Reviews = Love ~C.Y.R.