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Saturday morning, Blaine woke up feeling slightly disoriented. He remembered bits and pieces from the night before; he remembered talking with a bunch of girls from Crawford, he remembered standing around while a bunch of his friends became increasingly intoxicated, and he also remembered, quite well, that he had danced with Kurt in the hallway when no one was watching.
He remembered the feeling of Kurt's arms wrapped around his waist. It was a nice feeling, the way their bodies seemed to mold each others'. He remembered how Kurt rested his cheek on Blaine's shoulder; his lips pressing lightly on Blaine's neck. And he remembered the song ending and Kurt stumbling backwards a little bit, a smile on his face.
"I'm going to go get another drink," he said, his eyes a little unfocused. "You want to come with me?" He reached for Blaine's hand, but Blaine quickly took a step back.
"No thanks," he said. "I…I don't drink." Kurt shrugged it off and headed into the backyard by himself.
Blaine spent the next hour sitting in the hallway, trying desperately to figure out what was going on with himself. On the outside he seemed like a normal boy, but on the inside, something else was going on. He didn't feel the way normal boys were supposed to feel. Something was different, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what.
He didn't see Kurt again for a while. When he finally was able to collect himself and venture out into the party again, Kurt seemed to have disappeared.
The party was winding down when Blaine spotted Kurt stumbling across the front lawn. He slowly made his way over, trying not to draw attention to himself.
"Kurt," he called, not really sure what he was doing. Kurt stopped and turned around slowly. He was shivering from the cold and Blaine fought the urge to run his hands up and down Kurt's arms.
"Are you cold?" He mentally kicked himself for asking such a dumb question. Kurt shrugged, his teeth chattering lightly. Blaine unzipped his jacket and held it out for him.
"Here," he said. "I don't want you to get sick."
Kurt looked at the jacket, and then at Blaine, and then back at the jacket. He seemed unsure if he should really take it.
"Are you sure?" He asked. "Won't you be cold?"
"I'm can get another. Are you walking home?"
Kurt nodded. "Yeah, it's not that far though."
"Well then you have to take this." Blaine held it out and Kurt slipped his arms into the sleeves, pulling it tightly around him.
"It smells like you," Kurt said, tripping over the words a little bit. He let out a small laugh and buried his nose into the collar, taking in the sweet smell. "It's nice."
Blaine watched as Kurt walked down the street, turned the corner, and disappeared out of sight.
Kurt Hummel - Blaine Anderson
(10:42 AM): Hey…I think I have your jacket? Well…I have someone's jacket. It kind of smells like you though, so I'm assuming it's yours?
For some unexplainable reason, the idea that Kurt knew what he smelled like made Blaine's stomach squirm. He grinned into his pillow and tried to think of something to say back. After silently debating, typing, and deleting, he finally came up with something he was willing to send.
Blaine Anderson - Kurt Hummel
(10:47 AM): It's mine. I'm not surprised you don't remember, though. I didn't know you were such a drinker, Mr. Hummel.
Kurt Hummel - Blaine Anderson
(10:48 AM): Well you do throw quite the party, Mr. Anderson. Are any of the guys on the team single? The blonde one was kind of cute.
Blaine froze. He wasn't sure how to feel. Glad, maybe, that Kurt felt comfortable enough to talk to him about guys and crushes? Yes, that was most likely the most logical reaction. But there was something else, jealously, perhaps, that was lurking underneath his skin, yanking the breath out his lungs. He took a deep breath and tried to shrug it off.
Blaine Anderson - Kurt Hummel
(10:55 AM): Lots of blondes on the team; you'll have to be more specific.
Kurt Hummel - Blaine Anderson
(10:57 AM): Tall-ish, slender…a good dancer
Blaine Anderson - Kurt Hummel
(11:01 AM): I'll have to get back to you on that one.
Kurt Hummel - Blaine Anderson
(11:03 AM): PLEASE DO! I've been on Facebook for the past hour trying to figure out who the heck he is. He must have super-tight privacy settings; I can't even find him through a mutual friendship with you.
Blaine Anderson - Kurt Hummel
(11:04 AM): Ha-ha! Obsessed much?
Kurt Hummel - Blaine Anderson
(11:06 AM): You're right. I apologize. Let's get back to the topic on hand—your jacket. When shall I drop it off?
Blaine Anderson - Kurt Hummel
(11:07 AM): Anytime is fine. I've got nowhere to be today.
Blaine's phone buzzed again.
Quinn 3 - Blaine Anderson
(11:10 AM): Hey baby. I heard you won last night. Congrats are you free today?
Blaine sighed and stared at the phone a moment longer before turning it off, rolling over, and falling back to sleep.
He slept dreamlessly until a light knock on his door woke him a few hours later. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he squinted to see Elise scrambling up on his bed, pulling the covers off of him, her soft curls framing her face like a little halo.
"Blaine," she said the word like the note of a song. "Someone's here to visit you. He said he can come back later if you are busy, but I told him that I'd come wake you up. He is downstairs."
Blaine groaned and rolled back onto his stomach. Elise let out an exasperated sigh, using both hands to try to roll him onto his back.
"Wake up, now, Blaine," she said sternly. "You have a visitor."
Blaine couldn't help but smile into his pillow. Letting out a big sigh, he pushed himself up off the bed and smoothed out his shirt. Snatching Elise off the bed, he carried her down the stairs, her squeals echoing off the high ceiling.
Kurt was waiting for him in the kitchen, holding Blaine jacket which was now neatly folded into a rectangle. Blaine set Elise down on the countertop and shoved his hands in his pockets, feeling oddly embarrassed.
"I'm sorry," he said, gesturing to his pajamas. "I fell asleep texting you and…" his voice trailed off a little bit. Kurt smiled and shrugged.
"Don't worry. You pull of PJs quite well, actually."
Elise sucked her thumb noisily, her foot tapping steadily on the side of the cabinets.
"Do you want to go up to my room?" Blaine offered, half hoping Kurt would say yes and half hoping he wouldn't.
Kurt nodded, shifting the jacket to the other arm. Elise hopped off the counter and ran excitedly around Blaine.
"Can I come play with you guys?" She asked eagerly.
"Not now, Ellie. You'd be bored; Kurt and I are going to talk about high school stuff." Elise made a huffing sound before hugging Blaine's leg and running off into the living room.
"She seems sweet," Kurt said. "Are you guys close?"
"Very," Blaine led the way up to his room. "She's…perfect, really."
He opened the door and the two of them went inside. Kurt stood in the doorway for a moment, his eyes roaming across the room. He smiled to himself when he saw the various pictures of Blaine throughout elementary and middle school lined up on the wall. He took in the particular shade of blue that Blaine seemed to have an affinity for; surmised from the fact that the bedspreads and curtains were that color. He gazed upon the messy corner of the room, hidden away from view. It was covered in dirty soccer clothes and some loose socks.
Blaine sat down awkwardly on the bed and motioned for Kurt to join him. They sat in silence for a moment longer before Blaine broke the silence.
"This is kind of a personal question…" he looked up shyly through his dark lashes, his eyes curious and questioning. Kurt gave him an encouraging smile. "How did you know you were…you know," he tilted his head a little bit, biting his lip. "How did you know you were gay?"
Kurt smiled and shrugged, looking down at his lap. "Middle school, I guess. All the boys in my class started to get interested in girls, but for some strange reason, I wasn't. I started to notice things, like the way a guy would smile, or the way he'd tilt his head in class. Anyways, that sort of transformed into me noticing other things about boys—lips, eyes, necks, hips, freckles." He looked up and gave Blaine a small smile.
"Boys are just so beautiful. You're so beautiful."
Blaine flinched.
"I mean it. And I think you should know it. You're really, really something, Blaine Anderson. You're my friend. And you know you can talk to me about anything, okay? "
Blaine nodded, a sense of numbness slowly taking over. Inside, there was something working its way up his throat, crawling and scratching. Kurt's gaze was trained on him, making the room feel even tighter.
"Is there anything you want to ask me?" Kurt's voice was so soft and gentle. Blaine just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry; cry because he didn't understand the world, or why life seemed to be tipping him upside-down.
He swallowed and opened his mouth, but the words seemed to get caught on the tip of his tongue and he shook his head, his face crumpling and the tears falling. He felt them, wet and warm against the side of his cheek. He covered his face with his hands as he felt his shoulders begin to shake.
After a moment, he felt Kurt's arms wrap around him, Kurt's chin resting on his shoulder, his hands stroking Blaine's back. The two of them stayed like that for the next hour, trying to figure out the world piece by piece.