When Kurt led him into his room he was engulfed by a pleasant smell and Kurt's beautiful smile.

"Hey ... I was wondering if you forgot about our study date or if Jacques held you hostage."

Blaine felt himself relax instantly. Just one sentence by him made him feel safe and like himself again. He gave Kurt his first honest smile of the day.

"Oh I'm sure he thought about that actually. I think he considers asking the dean to make him my roommate. I tried to explain to him that I was already living with David, but he didn't really seem to care too much. Just what I need –my very own stalker… well, thinking about it, I'd probably be his slave or something."

Kurt giggled and dragged Blaine by his sleeve to come into his room,

"Here take a seat; I stole a few muffins for you and your favorite kind of doughnut. You must be starving."

"Kurt – you're amazing!" He just couldn't stop himself. But the younger boy looked amazing
and his eyes shined brightly, plus: he was moved by Kurt's actions and it didn't hurt that Kurt was even cuter when he blushed.

"Oh, it's not a big deal, really. Nothing compared to what you've been doing these past months, driving back and forth between Dalton and Lima."

They settled in rather quickly. Both of them spreading out on the floor and all over Kurt's bed. Bradley was busy himself preparing a presentation with a classmate, which meant they had the room for themselves.

They started on history and continued on with French. Kurt decided that Blaine was actually pretty good picking up new information quickly and being able to use it appropriately, but he also noticed how the answers came slower with every question and how he kept running his hands through his hair, producing more and more curls with every time.

The paper Blaine had to finish really did seem extensive. He knew about Dalton's high expectations, but this was more than he had seen so far. Kurt got why Blaine was stressed about it and felt bad for him.

He tried t help him with his structure and finding the right information on the internet but he knew that he couldn't help with the actual writing part of it.

They made progress though and Blaine seemed pleased to close his French book. Being done with yet another assignment and feeling good about his preparation for the upcoming test.

He sighed contently, propping his chin onto his hands while lying on the floor looking up towards Kurt on the bed.

"Thank you Kurt. This was really great. You know how I have all those to-do-lists on my door? Tonight I'll be able to cross of French. Just because of you."

"Well I'm just that great. But seriously, Blaine, it's not a big deal. I had to study anyways and its mote fun together. Now that we're done, would you want to watch a movie? I have all your favorites! How about some Disney?"

Blaine's face lit up at that.

"Lion King?"

Kurt answered with turning on his TV and starting a DVD that had already been waiting to be used.

"You're too easy sometimes! Come on up, make yourself comfortable."

The boys began the movie and soon enough Blaine's head rested on Kurt's shoulder. The younger boy was glad he didn't have to focus on the story, since he knew almost all of the dialogue by heart anyways, and could instead enjoy Blaine's presence, his gorgeous curly hair and smooth skin – so very close. Only when Timon and Pumba started their song and Blaine didn't sing along Kurt noticed his even breathing and lax posture.

Kurt's heart swelled with love at this and he tried to decide what to do next. He'd love to just stay the ways they were, cuddled together, until the morning. But he knew that the last thing he and especially Blaine needed was another punishment and missing curfew was quite a big deal at Dalton. He decided it would be best for Blaine, but not for himself, to go back to his own room and hopefully catch a good night sleep. Kurt gave himself another ten minutes to enjoy having Blaine so close before he started running his hands over Blaine's arms.

"Hey, sleepy head" he started softly "It's getting late and you need to go back to your room."

Kurt wasn't surprised to see Blaine barely acknowledging him, as he had found out that he was a horrible morning person during his first week at Dalton.

He continued the rubbing motion on Blaine's arms and chest, smiling at Blaine's content sighs.

"Blaine… it's time to get up." He tried again.

At this the older boy started to wake up slowly, squinting his eyes at the bright light above their heads and making beautiful sleepy noises.

"Hey… "He said hoarsely "What time is it?"

"It's ten. You didn't even make it to the big showdown."

"I'm sorry... that was kinda rude. Guess I was more tired than I thought. I probably should head over now."

Blaine pulled himself up with a groan, immediately missing the other boy's warmth surrounding him.

"Thanks for everything again, Kurt. I'll make it up to you."

"There truly is no need for that. Let me know when I can help you with your French again."

Blaine raised an eyebrow and once again enjoyed watching Kurt blush.

"I… uh… you know what I mean." He stammered embarrassed.

Blaine decided to let him off the hook.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'd love that and I'll let you know. For now though, I'll be happy to cross it off my list."

With that Blaine gathered his things and before his hand opened the door he went back towards Kurt and gave him a big hug.

"Thank you Kurt. Really - I mean it." He whispered into the other boy's hair before he left the room.

Kurt was a little stunned and didn't even have a chance to reply. He fell back against the wall with a content smile and felt a moment of pure bliss. His life really had turned to the better.