A/N: This came out way later than I wanted it to, but I couldn't get it right and it was making me angry. So I let it sit for awhile until I got enough inspiration to write it. I hope you all like it. I absolutely love all the reviews, a few even made me cry, and the alerts. Thank you. 3
Chapter Six
The week practically flew by after that. Kurt had been working overtime just to avoid coming home a little while longer. He didn't really want to face Blaine about what had happened and how big of a jerk he was. Kurt could tell Blaine was doing the same. He was always gone at band practice. Kurt wondered how he got money without a job, but he never asked. They never asked each other anything remotely personal since the first night they kissed. It was all just snappy remarks and watching movies in silence now. Kurt hated it.
It was Thursday night and they were eating dinner, in silence, as it was usually done these days. "Hey, my friend is visiting tomorrow and staying for the weekend." Kurt started off.
"I know, you've told me like five times this week," Blaine muttered angrily, stabbing his food with his fork as if it was still alive.
"I was just reminding you." Kurt rolled his eyes and Blaine huffed quietly. Kurt looked at Blaine and realized he looked completely worn out. He had dark circles under his eyes and his hair was more disheveled than usual, not an ounce of gel in it. "Hey," Kurt tried to get his attention. Blaine looked up and his eyes looked droopy, much like a person who hadn't had sleep in awhile. "Are you sleeping okay?"
Blaine scrunched his face up at the question as if he was trying to figure out Kurt's intention. After a moment, he sighed, "No, not really. You see I'm not really used to sleeping without a warm body next to me." The statement lacked Blaine's crude sarcasm and Kurt knew he was serious. Kurt put his fork down and leaned back in his chair, thinking of his options. He could offer Blaine a place in his bed with him, but would that give the boy the wrong idea? Or he could just apologize and let it go, leaving Blaine to suffer from exhaustion. Kurt was too nice of a person to let the latter happen. Or at least that was his excuse for asking what he was about to ask.
"Well, you could sleep with me," Blaine raised an eyebrow surprisingly. "I mean, if you want. But not like that, just sleeping. Well, you know what I mean." Kurt stuttered over his phrasing and his face became red.
Blaine smiled a little, and it wasn't the familiar cruel smirk. "Thanks, I'd really appreciate it."
"It's no problem really." Kurt smiled back, "But if you try anything I swear you will be kicked out before you could blink."
Blaine laughed, "I think it's you I have to worry about making a move. Since you've always started it before." Kurt had to chuckle at that and couldn't deny the statement because it was very true.
As they made their way to their bedrooms as the night dragged on, Kurt began feeling very nervous about the whole situation. "I'm guessing you would prefer for me to sleep with some clothes on." Kurt nodded. "I'm just gonna go change and let you do whatever you need to do. I will be there in a bit, okay?" Kurt nodded again, "And thanks." Kurt smiled at that and Blaine turned to go into his bedroom.
Kurt went into his own bedroom and finally breathed. He had no idea why he was suddenly freaking out so much. "Get your shit together Hummel. You are just sharing a bed with him because he needs to sleep eventually. You are doing the man a favor." Kurt relaxed a bit with his little pep talk and went into the bathroom to do his nightly routine. He changed into silk pajama pants, and opted for a cotton t-shirt. Kurt usually slept topless, because he got too warm in this apartment. But Kurt could do it for one night. It was going to be fine.
There was a gentle knock on the door. Kurt sighed and opened the door. Blaine was standing there in black sweats, that hung incredibly low on his hips. Kurt fought the urge to look at them. He was holding a t-shirt in his hand, and Kurt now noticed his sculpted bare chest. Kurt gulped and smiled at Blaine who began talking. "Um, I usually don't sleep with a shirt on. But I can put one on if you'd like."
Kurt just stood there for a moment weighing his options. Blaine was acting like a shy child. It was endearing. Maybe he wouldn't actually try anything. And Kurt understood completely, he didn't want to wear a shirt either. So he did the only right thing to do, he pulled his shirt off and threw it to the side of the room and smiled. Blaine's mouth fell slack in shock, "Well gosh. I figured you would at least wait until we got into bed to put the moves on me."
"Oh, shut up. I hate wearing shirts to bed too. So as long as you don't grope me while I sleep, we will be good, okay?"
"Fine," Blaine smiled and moved towards the bed. "Do you have a preferable side?"
"Left," Kurt said without thinking.
"Good, I like the right."
Kurt settled in and felt the bed shift as Blaine climbed in as well. Kurt curled into himself as he neared the edge of the bed, not wanting to touch the boy beside him. "Goodnight, Blaine."
"Goodnight." Blaine replied and rolled over.
Thirty minutes later, Blaine was still tossing and turning. "Are you going to keep moving the entire night?" Kurt snapped, now irritated. No one messes with Kurt Hummel's sleep.
"I can't sleep." Blaine mumbled and Kurt couldn't help but think he sounded like a child who had just had a nightmare.
Kurt rolled over to see Blaine was facing him as well. "Why not? I am here."
"Uh, I need- you know what, nevermind, I'm just going to go to my own room." Blaine began to sit up and Kurt reached out and touched his bare chest, holding him back.
"Wait." He ignored the shock that coursed through his body at the small touch, "What do you need?"
"Having a warm body next to me, means I have to feel it." Blaine smirked at the small innuendo, but Kurt just ignored it.
"You mean like cuddling?" Kurt asked, suddenly skeptical of this whole situation.
"Well when you say it like that." Blaine rolled his eyes but nodded slightly, his large brown eyes staring into Kurt's.
Kurt groaned, Blaine looked like a freaking puppy and he couldn't say no. "I can't believe I'm doing this. Fine. Fine. But this is the last time this is ever happening, okay?" Blaine nodded and Kurt fidgeted nervously. "Well I don't really know how to, uh-"
"Just turn back around how you were." Blaine's face looked like he hadn't slept in days and Kurt complied. Soon enough he felt the warm chest of his roommate touch his own bare back. Kurt gasped at the sensation that spread through his veins like fire. Strong arms circled his waist, bringing Kurt even closer. A leg intertwined itself between Kurt's and Blaine sighed. "Much better."
Kurt leaned back into the touch. This wasn't so bad. It was kind of nice actually. Who was he kidding? It was wonderful. Kurt had never felt so comfortable in his entire life. Blaine slowly rested his head in the nook of Kurt's neck. "You sure are clingy, aren't you?"
"Sure am." Blaine chuckled. Kurt could feel the breath on his neck and he smiled at this new personal feeling. "You smell nice."
"Go to sleep Blaine."
The next morning, Kurt woke up to an unfamiliar situation, a boy was holding onto him like Kurt was a damn pillow. Kurt flinched instinctively but then remembered the previous night. Now arms were wrapped tightly around Kurt's upper body and every inch of his body was touching Blaine in some way, shape, or form. Kurt was practically on top of Blaine, his head resting on Blaine's chest. Kurt couldn't say he disliked the feeling. It was actually rather nice and Kurt was so comfortable. Kurt relaxed, sinking down, back into the warmth.
He heard an unintelligible groan come from the body next to him and Kurt froze, not even daring to breathe. Blaine's foot moved slightly and Kurt realized that his own legs were wrapped around one of Blaine's own, like he was clinging on for dear life. Kurt felt a hand leave his shoulder and fingers started threading through his hair. Kurt hummed happily, before realizing he was supposed to be asleep. "Morning," Blaine mumbled sleepily.
"Good morning," Kurt replied softly and then yawned, stretching out his arms a bit. He curled his toes and they brushed Blaine's leg, "My toes aren't cold," Kurt stated a bit surprised.
"Is that supposed to mean something?" Kurt could feel the vibrations in Blaine's chest as he talked and it tickled the side of his face.
He lifted his head to look at Blaine as he explained. "Oh, no. It's just that when I wake up my toes are always freezing but I can't sleep with socks on, because somehow I magically get them off while I sleep. I guess you are good for something."
"Well thanks," Blaine said sarcastically, chuckling a bit. "That has got to be the best sleep I've gotten in a long time. I guess you are good for something too."
"Ha. Ha. Very funny. Don't get used to it. This is not happening again." Kurt almost regretted saying that. He felt fantastic as well. He never knew how comfortable it would be waking up in the arms of someone. But he had to set boundaries here.
Blaine smirked, "Sure it won't."
Kurt rolled his eyes and glanced over at his clock on the bedside table. It read 11:00 am. "Shit!" Kurt sprang up and Blaine groaned in pain as Kurt's elbow dug into his chest. "Oh my God, I am so sorry!" Kurt didn't wait for a reply just busied himself with running around the room and trying to figure out what to do "How the hell did we sleep in that much?"
Blaine sat up, still rubbing at his chest. "Calm down. It's only eleven."
"Only eleven? Puck is going to be here any minute!" Kurt practically screeched as he began to panic.
"What kind of name is Puck anyways?" Blaine looked bitter suddenly, his previous good mood deflating fast, and Kurt did not need jealous Blaine already. Kurt wasn't sure he wanted jealous Blaine at all. But Puck thought it was a good idea so Kurt was going to trust his judgment. Puck could be smart, sometimes.
"A nickname. Now leave! I have to take a shower or something. I suggest you do the same, unless your goal is to look homeless." Kurt complained and walked towards the bathroom, motioning to the door.
"You are not a morning person, duly noted." Blaine nodded and left without another word. Kurt breathed a sigh of relief and jumped in the shower.
Puck ended up arriving almost an hour later. Kurt was in his room just pacing back and forth waiting for Puck's arrival. He hear a loud bang, indicating the front door had been swung open, and a yell, "Honey, I'm home!"
Kurt sprinted out of his room, "Noah!" Puck dropped his bags and Kurt rushed into his arms, embracing the larger boy. Puck hugged him tightly and Kurt laughed, "Wait, how the hell did you get in here?"
"You forgot my lock-picking skills broke us all into the auditorium on multiple occasions." Kurt laughed and nodded enthusiastically at the memory. On weekends when the glee kids would get bored, Puck would break into the auditorium and they would just run around and sing. They mostly showed off, but on occasion they would all simply sit in the seats and talk about life.
"So where am I crashing?" Oh, shit. Kurt hadn't thought of that one. He usually would sleep in Blaine's room, before it was Blaine's room.
"Uh, the couch?" Kurt smiled and pointed in the general direction.
"Really? You are going to put me on the couch?" Puck gasped, looking appalled at the idea.
"I'm sorry." Kurt apologized, batting his eyes at Puck innocently.
"Nah, I'm just messin'. It's a damn good couch. But if you guys start fucking, I'm getting the free bed."
"Puck!" Kurt squeaked and his face went deep red while Puck laughed loudly. "Anyways, you can put your stuff in my room and you can share my bathroom whenever you need to."
"Thanks." After Kurt helped Puck with his things, they made their way back to the kitchen to make something for lunch as Puck was 'starved.' They were just messing around, making some simple sandwiches when Blaine finally came sauntering in. He looked pissed and much like the first time Kurt had met him, hair gelled down and parted at the side, and dressed in tight jeans with a red cardigan.
"Hey Blaine. This is Puck. Puck, this is Blaine." Kurt introduced the two as they neared each other, sizing the other up. What boys. Kurt rolled his eyes as they shook hands with a death grip.
"I'll snap your hand like a twig," Blaine muttered and this shocked Kurt considering Puck towered over him.
"I'd like to see you try, hobbit." Puck spit out leaning over Blaine threatening.
Blaine quirked his lips up in a snarl, "Like I've never heard that one before."
"Okay guys, behave." Kurt jumped in between the two, back to Blaine and pushing Puck away gently.
"I'm sorry Kurt. I'm just messing around with the guy. Right man?" Puck looked at Blaine and put a hand on his shoulder. Blaine shrugged it off and huffed getting something to drink out of the fridge.
"Whatever. I am going to practice. Knock yourselves out." His eyes met Kurt's for a moment and Kurt could see something flash over his features for a second as he turned around to head towards the door. And just like that, he was gone.
"He looks fun." Puck criticized, looking angry.
"He's not that bad." Kurt insisted, putting his head down a bit at the admission.
Puck turned to look at him and rolled his eyes, "You just think he's hot."
"So?" Kurt countered and Puck just shrugged at that.
"Come on, let's go walk around the city and wait for douchebag to come back." Puck grabbed his wallet and headed towards the door as well, motioning Kurt to follow.
"Puck!" Kurt yelled but laughed because he was glad to have at least part of his home back.
They walked around the city together, visiting the coffee shop and the park. They were sitting on a park bench, enjoying the sun when Kurt asked, "So how are Finn and Rachel?"
Puck cringed at the question,"Not so hot."
"Oh? What happened?" Kurt asked. He hadn't heard anything for awhile from the two of them. He figured they were just too engrossed with themselves and their love. Like they always were.
"Rachel wants to move out here and live her life while Finn wants to stay in Ohio and continue taking over your dad's shop." Puck stated, seeming bored with the subject. He probably heard about it all the time, Kurt figured.
"I think Rachel needs to be out here, it is what she loves."
"Yeah, but she also loves Finn." Puck countered.
"I know. She could make it big here you know? I see young girls come in everyday that don't have half the talent she does." Kurt stated and it was true. Rachel Berry was born to be a star and Broadway wasn't going to wait around for her forever if she didn't get moving.
"They probably don't have half the talent you do either. But at least they are doing something with it. You are helping people dress themselves." And okay, subject change. Kurt did not like that. Of course Puck knew what Kurt really did everyday. Puck hated that Kurt was 'wasting his talent.' Kurt just saw it as being around something he loved and dealing with fashion, which he also loved.
"Noah, we've been over this before. I'm not masculine enough for Broadway." Kurt put his head down at the confession. It wasn't entirely true.
Puck replied angrily, "That is a bullshit and you know it." Yeah, he did. Kurt was a little scared to be honest. Since one production didn't want him, he figured no one else would either, so he stopped trying. It was reflex from back in high school. Being put down every day and everyone telling you that you aren't good enough really made you believe it. "But enough about that. You ready to make your little roommate jealous?"
Kurt wasn't too sure but he nodded, "Yeah, okay. Let's go back." Kurt got up and walked off, Puck catching up to him fairly quickly.
That evening Blaine arrived home and Kurt had made dinner, which turned out to be very awkward. Kurt and Puck were telling old high school stories, laughing and having a good time. Blaine just sat there in silence, eating his dinner, staring at the two of them. Kurt tried to include him in some of the conversation, but he was having none of it.
Finally the three of them headed towards the living room to watch a movie. Puck wrapped an arm around Kurt's shoulders and pulled him close. Blaine shot daggers at them from across the room. Puck tried to flirt with Kurt throughout the movie but Kurt would almost start laughing, remembering the last time Puck hit on him, so Puck cut that out real fast. He still managed to whisper filthy words in Kurt's ear, making him blush which really did the trick. Blaine looked like he was going to murder Puck as the final sequence raged on in the movie. Kurt was sure he would've he had a weapon handy, By the ending credits, Blaine was seething with anger. He stood up fast and his words dripped with venom, "I'm going to bed." He stormed off and slammed his bedroom door.
As soon as he was gone, Puck howled with laughter and Kurt hit him hard in the arm but chuckled along as well. It was pretty entertaining to see Blaine that upset over him. Kurt really hadn't made anyone jealous before and it was kind of exhilarating. "He wants you." Puck laughed again and Kurt just smiled before announcing that he too, was going to bed.
After his nightly routine, which had gotten considerably simplified since high school, Kurt settled into bed, excited to get to sleep after this jam-packed day. Thirty minutes ticked by and Kurt blamed it on the coffee after lunch. An hour ticked by and Kurt was out of excuses. He frankly couldn't get comfortable and he had a sneaking suspicion about the reason behind it. There was an absence of warm arms, a hot breath and a beating heart behind him. Kurt tried to will himself to sleep but it was no use. He sure in hell wasn't sneaking over to Blaine's room in the middle of the night. So he suffered. Kurt was lucky if he got an hour worth of sleep that night.
The next morning Kurt got up and practically dragged himself to the kitchen. He felt like he had been hit by a truck. Absolutely no sleep, and tossing and turning all night, left him sore and exhausted. He was sure he had dark circles under his eyes but he was too tired to care. He slumped down at the kitchen table, seeing his food already waiting for him. Kurt looked up to see Blaine much in the same state as himself in the chair across from him.
Puck came into the room, far too fast for Kurt's liking at the moment, and looked at the two of them. "What the hell is wrong with you guys?"
"Couldn't sleep," Kurt muttered, before lazily taking a bite of his omelet.
Blaine mumbled an almost incoherent, "Same." And Kurt blushed just a bit at the reason why they couldn't sleep. Kurt couldn't believe how dependent he was on a warm body to sleep with, after just one night.
"Something weird is going on here." Puck squinted his eyes, as if trying to figure out the solution to a very hard puzzle.
"It's nothing. I'm going back to bed." Kurt mumbled, pushed his plate aside and stood up slowly. It took all his will power not to crawl towards his bedroom.
"You are not going to bed! We need to do stuff today." Puck whined and Kurt was not having any of that when he was this tired.
"I need to sleep, at least for a couple hours. Go do whatever you want." Kurt was getting angry now, he always was with lack of sleep.
He heard somebody getting up and coming towards him. "Puck I swear-" He turned to find Blaine standing next to him, looking at him with big brown eyes.
"Let me come with you. Please." Kurt couldn't deny him, and he knew for a fact he wasn't going to be able to sleep without him either.
"Puck is going to suspect something." Kurt whispered, and peered over Blaine's shoulder. Puck was sitting at the table, practically shoveling the food in his mouth. He turned and looked at the two of them, narrowing his eyes again.
"Let him." Blaine opened Kurt's door and pushed his way inside, grabbing Kurt's hand and pulling Kurt with him. Kurt could hear Puck yelling something as the door slammed shut.
Kurt watched as Blaine all but sprinted to the bed. He ripped off his t-shirt, Kurt watched as his back muscled rippled as he did so. Blaine crawled into the bed and under the covers. "What the hell are you waiting for? Get your sweet cheeks over here so we can sleep." Kurt laughed at the whole situation. It reminded him of a booty call, and essentially, it was. Just without the sex. Kurt crawled into bed beside Blaine and moaned loudly as warm arms finally embraced him. "Fuck, if you moan like that we are going to be doing more than sleeping."
"Shut up." Kurt chuckled, getting used to Blaine's crude comments and drifted off, ignoring the loud pounding on the door, sinking into the warmth behind him with a smile on his face.
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