Sorry that the new chapter took a while guys. I've been really busy with weddings and schoolwork and such. And then the only free time I got I used to watch "Starship". I regret nothing by the way; Joey Richter and Dylan Saunder's amazing voices come first.

They stayed like that for a while. Blaine held tight to Kurt, letting his shirt catch his tears untill they stopped flowing. Blaine started to fall asleep while holding Kurt close. Kurt wanted to sleep as well, but he was afraid that the same images would come back to him in his sleep. He sat under Blaine's arm for what seemed like an hour, absorbing his wonderful scent and enticing warmth. He closed his eyes tight as he wrapped his mind around the fact that Blaine was holding him, loving him. His senses became completely filled with Blaine, and he unwillingly fell into a deep sleep.

Blaine's eyes opened around 5 AM. He squinted he lifted his head off the crook of his arm, reminding himself where he was. He was lying down on his side, with his legs askew and his feet near the side of Kurt's bed. Kurt was facing him, asleep, with his head resting about an inch away from Blaine's chest. Their legs were tangled with each other's by the end of the bed. Blaine looked at Kurt's face, which had the same peaceful expression that he had the day before in his car. The end of Blaine's mouth twisted into a smirk as he looked down at Kurt. He lowered his head, placed a soft kiss on Kurt's temple, and closed his eyes to fall back asleep.

The alarm clock rang obnoxiously at 6 AM. Blaine's eyes jerked open. He looked down; Kurt had an arm wrapped around Blaine's side, with his face resting against his chest. Blaine got up off the bed, trying his best to not wake him up. Kurt, being in a deeper sleep, took a little bit longer to awaken. His eyes opened slowly as he stretched his arms and legs, rubbing his eyes with his fists. Blaine rushed to the other side of the room to shut the alarm off, tripping over his shoe on the way. Kurt chuckled to himself.

"That's what you get for not picking them up." Kurt smiled as he pushed himself off of his side, sitting on the bed.

"Hey! You're not the neatest person in the world ya know. I almost died last night tripping over your bottle caps in the bathroom." Blaine slammed his hand on the clock, sighing as he let himself collapsed on top of his own bed. Kurt remembered how he had flung the bottle tops in anger the night before. He reminded himself of Tom, and Blaine's unhindered attraction towards the waiter. Kurt got up from his bed, and grabbed his Dalton uniform from his drawers. He headed towards the bathroom, then turned around.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you – for last night."

Blaine got up from his bed and walked towards Kurt. "Don't worry about it." Blaine pulled Kurt into a warm embrace "You mean a lot to me–Kurt."

"You do too" Kurt's voice cracked a little.

"Are you alright?" Blaine pulled away from Kurt, looking into his eyes. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, I'm okay."

"You know you can talk to me, right?" Blaine tightened his grip around Kurt's shoulders. "About anything."

Kurt hugged Blaine again, closing his eyes as he held tight to his friend. "Yes I know – thank you," Kurt lied as he breathed in deeply. Honestly, he could care less about Karofsky. The nightmare hurt him, but it was nothing more than a nightmare. Kurt wasn't a child, he understood the difference between reality and his imagination. But all he wanted to do that moment was tell Blaine how much he loved him, how much he wanted him. He knew he could trust Blaine, but he couldn't tell him how he felt about him. This relationship meant too much to him to throw away. If he put his true feelings out there, everything would change. Having someone that knows what you're going through, someone who you can look up to, is more important and to have a face to kiss or a body to hold. "I love you, Blaine"

"I love you too, Kurt.

"Mr. Hummel, do you have those assignments that you missed last week finished?" Mrs. Daley leaned against her desk as the rest of the boys continued to shuffle out of the room. The bell had just rung and Kurt was still finishing up the last question on his worksheet.

"Oh! Yeah, hold on." He quickly scribbled the last answer in his notebook, and reached for his bag. He pulled out a small package of papers labeled History Essay. "I finished it last night in my dorm, it was actually quite easy."

"You live here in the Dalton dorms? I thought you drove home every night." She took the papers out of his hands, looking through the stapled pages.

"Actually, I moved in late Sunday night." Kurt closed the books open on his desk and slipped them into his bag.

"Oh, that's nice. How are you liking it?"

"It's – exciting." Kurt said while he lifted the strap to his shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow, Mrs. Daley."

"Bye, Kurt." Kurt left the room. He heard his name being called and turned around. Jeff was walking fast to catch up with him.

"Hey Kurt! Where've you been? I heard you moved in!" said Jeff in an excited voice. "That's so awesome, man!"

"Yeah I did! Sunday night." Kurt smiled back at Jeff politely.

"We should totally hang out more now that you're here. I mean you always had to leave as soon as Warbler practice was over. Now you have all the time in the world! So, do you want to get coffee after practice tomorrow?"

"That would be great, Jeff!" Kurt's eyes widened slightly. Oh wait, he I hope he doesn't think this is a date.

"Fantastic! So – the Lima Bean around – erm – 5-ish?"

"Um – sounds good." said Kurt, unsure of himself.

"Awesome, see you then, buddy!"

Oh thank God.

Kurt was the last to walk into practice, again. He settled his bag on a chair next to Blaine and sat down.

"Good! Everyone's here!" Wes picked up a stack of music from an elegant table in the corner of the room. He began skipping around the room as he handed them out. Wes was always over-excited when it came to new pieces. He bounced over to Blaine and Kurt and handed them their copies.

"More new music?" said Kurt as he glanced through the pages.

"I'm on a roll, aren't I?" said Wes with a huge smile on his face.

"Oh my god I love this song!" Blaine said quite loudly when he was handed the sheet music.

"Joe Brooks? Never heard of him." Kurt raised his eyebrow.

"He's English, and he's awesome." Blaine jumped up, ready to sing. "Okay tenors, do your thing!"

The sound of "doo doo's" filled the room. Everyone started to get into the rhythm of the beat, and soon they were all looking to Blaine to start singing.

Now, I don't know much,
But the one thing I do
Is that love, love's hurts all who've touched
Her jealous roots
And you're the flower in a bed where I'm born to lose

Kurt and rest of the Warblers improvised a beautiful harmony that went perfectly with Blaine's voice.

Oh I, oh I, oh I, I
I need exception from the rules of attraction
'cause I really, really, really can't accept them
You're so above me in the measure of beauty
And I don't think it's fair that that should stop me
I know that you'll never see
The heart that beats underneath
That's why I need exception from the rules of attraction
When it comes to you

The Warbler's had let Blaine sing most of the lyrics by himself, only supporting him by ooo's aah's and doo's. The song was really soulful, and it wouldn't sound right if all the Warblers sang all the words. But the way their voices blended in the background made the whole thing sound beautiful. Blaine couldn't help but smile at how good they were.

Lies feed from lust
And its poisonous fruit
And baby, you
You can't help but love
Its shallow juice
There's so much you'll never see 'cause you can't see through

Oh I, oh I, oh I, I
I need exception from the rules of attraction
'cause I really, really, really can't accept them
You're so above me in the measure of beauty
And I don't think it's fair that that should stop me
I know that you'll never see the heart that beats underneath
That's why I need exception from the rules of attraction
When it comes to you
Oh, when it comes to you

The musical interlude came and Blaine adlibbed through the music. The harmonies that the rest of the Warblers were making were amazing. Wes wore a huge grin on his face from finding another Warbler hit. Blaine had tapped into his emotional singing quality. He was belting out notes with his eyes closed; fists clenched, and feet stomping. Kurt could do nothing but admire his talent from afar while he harmonized with the rest of the group. He didn't know how much longer he could pretend to not be in love with Blaine Anderson.

Don't you know the path you're on is paved
With all the hearts you've been leaving broken and bleeding, ah
And can't you see the life you're living only ends
With lying and cheating, hurt and deceiving
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

Kurt was pretty sure that he had a music orgasm. Blaine's voice was so breathtaking, and the emotion he showed was overwhelming for Kurt. He wanted Blaine to be his so bad. He needed Blaine to love him back. He needed Blaine to need him back. The song was pretty much describing Kurt's situation. He needed an exception to the rules of attraction when it came to Blaine. And if Blaine was going to chase after Tom then Kurt's heart will definitely be left broken and bleeding. He watched Blaine sing, wishing that he could be at least a little bit less clueless.

Oh, when it comes to you
Oh I, oh I, yeah

After picking up a cheap temporary phone from the store, Kurt and Jeff walked into the Lima Bean and walked up to the short line next to the counter.

"So what made you decide to move in?" Jeff reached into his back pocket for his wallet, while scanning the coffee menu.

"You mean besides the fact that the drive to Lima is two hours?" Kurt chuckled.

Jeff smiled at Kurt. "You know what I mean, Kurt. You drove back and forth here for four months! Something must have clicked in that silly head of yours."

"Well, I missed that whole week of school just because my car was in the shop. And my dad already felt bad for making me drive here every day, especially since I have to pay for gas myself. We made an agreement that I would pay half the dorm fees, which are surprisingly a lot cheaper than gas. So I now live at Dalton, and I give the crappy economy all the credit."

"Yeah, the gas prices suck, even though I haven't been affected by the economy too much."

"You're filthy rich, I presume." The two boys took a step forward towards the register. Kurt looked down at the Dalton blazer he was wearing. It practically screamed 'rich kid'.

"Kind of, my dad owns a couple of Apple stores and other restaurants." said Jeff, shrugging his shoulders and slipping his hands in his pockets.

Kurt let out a short laugh. "My father owns a car garage."

"Can I have who's next please?" said an exhausted barista from the other side of the counter.

"Oop! I guess that's me." Jeff scurried forward to order his coffee.

Once Kurt and Jeff got their coffees, they settled into a small booth near the window of the café. They talked about their families, and where they went before they came to Dalton. Kurt told Jeff stories about New Directions and the relentless Rachel Berry. Jeff told Kurt about the middle school he went to before Dalton, and how he managed to sneak his dog into class with him. The conversation went on and Jeff told Kurt about his girlfriend and explained how he decided that he was bisexual. Kurt simply declared that Jeff was either extremely confused or just plain greedy. After about forty-five minutes, Kurt casually glanced across the coffee shop and saw the back of a head that looked a lot like Blaine's. He squinted to see who Blaine was sitting with and he gritted his teeth when he recognized the face.

Jeff became aware of Kurt's stare and turned around. "Who is it? What are you looking at – oh hey! It's Blaine! Who's that guy he's with?"

"That 'guy' is a monotonous idiot named Tom." Kurt raised his eyebrow and put two fingers to his temple.

Jeff turned back around, facing Kurt. "Do I detect some jealousy?"

Kurt stared at Jeff, not agreeing with what he said but not expelling it either.

"Oh my god! You like Blaine, don't you!" Jeff said, leaning in closer to Kurt, his smile brightening.

"No! I never said that I liked Blaine!" It's more like in love with… "Did you ever stop to think that maybe I just really don't like the Tom character?" Kurt blurted accusingly at Jeff.

"Okay, fine! What don't you like about him?"

"Well – he uh – he has a stupid haircut!" Kurt tried to find reasons to hate the guy. There has to be something, right?

"Oh please Kurt, there is nothing wrong with the 'Ryan Seacrest' hairdo. Admit it, you've got it hot for Blaine Anderson."

Kurt grunted as he buried his face in his palms. He waited a moment before talking in a low voice (well, low for Kurt, voice). "He couldn't keep his stupid eyes off of Blaine the other night. And he practically threw himself all over him verbally. He's a slut." Kurt mumbled from behind his hands.

"First of all, it's hard to understand you with your hand in your face. And second, don't you think that's a little harsh?"

"Not at all. Blaine flirts with me all the time. He knows how I feel about him." Kurt was using his annoyed tone.

"So you told him?"

"Told him what?"

"You told Blaine how you felt about him?"

"Well – no – but–"

"Then you have no business being mad at Blaine for being with Tom." Kurt let out an angry grunt as he lowered his head. He knew Jeff was right, but he didn't want to hear it right now. His pre-paid phone vibrated in his pocket, and he pulled it out hastily.

Can we have a sleepover at my house this weekend? I thought we could have a special guest join us. And by special guest I mean whatever's left of my gay dad's liquor cabinet. –Rachel

Kurt smiled and quickly typed out a reply.

I think that might be exactly what I need. I'll be there. –Kurt

Klaine's coming soon. I promise. Don't give up hope! :D