From that point on, Kurt and Blaine texted each other almost every day, and they met and hung out for three more Sundays. They never seemed to run out of things to talk about, and they really enjoyed each other's company. Kurt felt like he was able to brave public school easier because of Blaine's sympathy and advice, and he realized he was starting to like the idea of having Blaine as more than a friend. Blaine, however, was just happy to have finally found a friend again.

However, Blaine was unsure about one thing. He loved Kurt's company, but he was worried he was starting to really like the boy. The fourth Sunday they hung out together they had taken a walk with their coffee, instead of just sitting in the Lima Bean. They laughed a lot and at one point their hands had brushed against each other. Blaine had pulled away quickly but Kurt had smiled and grasped Blaine's hand in his own, swinging their hands happily.

That night, Blaine had relived the moment, and realized that he had thoroughly enjoyed it. Kurt's hand was extremely soft, and their fingers had laced together perfectly. Blaine groaned and opened a beer out of the pack he had bought after he had hung out with Kurt. He took a long sip, and thought about Kurt—perfect, confident, beautiful Kurt—and knew he couldn't keep this up without wanting something more. He shook his head and took another sip of beer. Tomorrow was Monday, but they had no classes because of some holiday. Blaine could get drunk if he wanted, and just sleep all day tomorrow. He smiled to himself as he took another sip, and hoped he would be able to drown out his thoughts of Kurt, even if it was just for one night.

Kurt sighed happily as he finished up his homework. He closed his notebook and was about to get ready for bed when his phone started to vibrate. Upon looking at the caller ID, and seeing it was Blaine, he answered the phone hesitantly; surprised Blaine was calling at midnight. "Hi Blaine…."

"Kurt!" Blaine giggled. "I…love you!"

"Blaine?" Kurt laughed in disbelief.

"You're so…pretty…"

"Blaine are you drunk?"

Blaine chuckled and then slurred, "Maybe? I don't know but I miss you Kurt."

"Blaine we saw each other today."

"I know! It was so…much fun!"

"Yea, it was great Blaine. Listen—I think you should stop drinking beer and go drink some water or something."

"Aw Kurt I don't wanna."

Kurt held in a laugh at how Blaine was acting as he said, "Blaine I can't come and help you but you need to drink some water or something, okay sweetie?"

"Fine…" Blaine said dejectedly.

Kurt listened as Blaine turned a sink on and gulped down some water.

"Happy Kurt?"

"Yes Blaine." Kurt said slowly.

"Awesome!" Blaine laughed.

"Okay now Blaine?"

"Yea?" Blaine asked excitedly.

Kurt sighed, "Do you feel sick?"

"Uh…I don't think so!"

Kurt closed his eyes and thought about what he should have Blaine do. He couldn't just leave him drunk and alone, he seemed far too excited to sit still and not harm himself or his stuff. "I think you should lie down Blaine, but not on your back, okay? Put a pillow behind your back or something."

"But Kurt" Blaine whined, "I'm not tired."

"I know Blaine, but you'll be tired soon."

"Fine."

Kurt could picture Blaine pouting as he laid down on his bed.

"K I'm in bed Kurt." Blaine giggled.

Kurt's eyes widened at the thought and he closed his eyes to calm himself down. "Okay, goodnight Blaine."

"No don't hang up!" Blaine said quickly. "I wish you were with me Kurt."

"I can't be Blaine. I'll see you some other time."

"Why not? Is it cause I don't have another bed? Cause you could share with me Kurt! We could snuggle." Blaine giggled again.

"Yea, okay, bye Blaine."

"You don't wanna snuggle?" Blaine asked sadly.

"Not right now Blaine. I have to go."

"Okay Kurt. We can snuggle some other time."

Kurt sighed. "Goodnight Blaine."

"Bye Kurt!"

Kurt ended the phone call and stared at his phone in shock. He had to admit, he liked the thought of Blaine saying he loved him. But Blaine was drunk. He couldn't have meant it. The realization made his heart sink.

Blaine woke up, but quickly squinted his eyes in pain in response to his pounding headache. He then looked down at the empty bottles strewn across the floor and groaned, burying his head back in his pillow.

The next time he woke up, his head still felt very heavy, but his throat was dry too. Blaine reluctantly rolled out of bed and walked slowly to the bathroom. He took a cup and filled it, then drank it and relished the cool taste of the water against his scratchy throat.

After he drank another cup of water he felt a little better, and decided to get dressed so he could go to the nurse and get some headache medicine. Once he felt a little better he would be able to clean up the mess in his room.

David had wondered what was going on with Blaine the night before, so when he heard the door of the room next to him—Blaine's room—close, he decided to go out in the hallway. He took in the sight of Blaine's squinted eyes, and the way the boy was walking slowly and smirked. "Blaine?"

Blaine looked up at David slowly. "Huh?"

"Blaine were you drunk last night?" David laughed.

Blaine groaned. "It's not funny."

"It kinda is." David smiled. "It certainly explains the phone call you made last night."

"What phone call?"

David snickered. "You don't remember? You called this guy—Kurt—I think and told him you loved him."

Blaine tilted his head in thought and then his eyes widened in recognition. "I what? Oh I did, didn't I…shit…"

David fought to hold in his laughter as he asked "So who's Kurt? You're boyfriend?"

"I-I'm not gay." Blaine stuttered out.

David nodded and punched Blaine's arm. "You're drunken self says otherwise."

Blaine winced at the punch. "I'm not gay."

David reached out and pushed Blaine's shoulders. "So who's Kurt."

"My-my friend. He's a friend." Blaine pushed his way past David to walk down the hallway, but David stuck his foot out and Blaine tripped over it. He groaned as he hit the floor, and David laughed. "Ok Blaine, sure."

After Blaine had gotten some medicine from the nurse, he lay back down in his bed and thought back to what he said to Kurt last night. Slowly, he started to remember, and his eyes widened in horror. But, the more he thought about it, the more he realized it might be true. He wouldn't chalk it up to love, but he certainly liked Kurt. He couldn't deny that anymore and he knew it.

Blaine sat up a little and took his phone from his bedside table. He saw that he had one text message from Kurt and he opened it.

How're you feeling?

Blaine sighed and called Kurt. He would have to talk to him and tell him the truth.

"Hello?"

Blaine ran a hand through his hair. "Hi Kurt" he said quietly.

"You feeling okay?"

"I have a terrible headache…but other than that, yea, I guess."

"So…" Kurt tried to figure out a way to ask this gently "Do you remember last night?"

Blaine took a deep breath. "Kinda. Listen, I'm sorry Kurt. I-I-"

"Yes?" Kurt asked timidly

"I really like you Kurt. This past month has been great, and I'm glad I finally found a friend. But I think that's all we are right now. I know I said I love you…but…I'm not sure, I-"

"I understand Blaine." Kurt cut Blaine off. He then took a deep breath of his own, figuring now was as good a time as ever. "But for the record, I really like you too. And if you ever want to become more then friends, I'll be here."

"Thanks Kurt. " Blaine thought back to how David had reacted in the hallway. "But I can't. I don't think I would be able to stand it if people found out I was really gay here."

"They wouldn't have to know…" Kurt trailed off, but he quickly covered himself up with "But I get it. I'll talk to you later Blaine."

"Yea…bye Kurt."

They both hung up their phones, wondering where they would go from here.

TBC

And there was a little bit of reform!David in that chapter...I didn't plan on adding other characters from the show, but Alina Lassiter suggested I should have either Wes or David. So I just added a bit!

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