Kurt shoved Blaine into the bathroom as soon as they got home and hurried to Blaine's room after throwing his bag into his own room. Since he knew firsthand how difficult it was to get sticky corn syrup out of hair (and with Blaine's curls it would take him a few extra minutes), he decided to explore Blaine's room a bit. A corkboard filled with pictures caught his attention and he hurried over to it.

Right in the center was a picture of Blaine dressed in his Dalton uniform, smiling and surrounded by the Warblers. The pictures surrounding that one were all similar; Blaine smiling with his group of friends from whatever school he was attending at the time. Kurt smiled softly and headed over to the dresser to get clothes for Blaine.

The first drawer he opened was full of hoodies and he browsed through them. His heart broke when he saw all the different school logos on them, proving to Kurt that Blaine had been to way too many schools in his life; and these were just from high school. He couldn't even begin to imagine how many elementary and middle schools Blaine had attended as well. He closed the drawer before he could dwell on that any further and opened the drawer under it.

After finding sweatpants and a plain shirt, Kurt headed back to the bathroom. He was halfway there when he realized Blaine would most definitely be needing underwear as well. He blushed as he returned to Blaine's room and opened one of the bottom drawers. He grabbed the first pair he saw, shoved the drawer closed and practically ran out of the room. He paused at the bathroom door when another thought hit him.

The shower had glass doors. Glass was see-through. The shower had see-through doors. He would be able to see Blaine in the shower. Kurt definitely wouldn't be able to live with Blaine if he saw him in the shower.

"For the love of all that is fashionable, man up and go in there. You don't even have to look at him; just drop the clothes on the counter and leave."

With his newfound confidence he knocked on the door before carefully pushing it open. He kept his head down as he stepped in and placed Blaine's clothes onto the counter.

"Is that really what our tile looks like? It's horrendous. Have we always had these? They're atrocious! I'll have to ask Carole about-"

"Kurt?" Out of force of habit he looked up then immediately regretted the action when he saw Blaine poking his head out of the shower. The countertenor knew he was blushing madly and he made sure to keep his eyes up and not look down at Blaine's broad chest, which had water clinging to it and Kurt had never been jealous of water before. A single bead of water caught his attention as it trailed tantalizingly slow down Blaine's neck. Blaine's chest shuddered as he chuckled, pulling Kurt out of his obvious staring and forcing himself to look back up at Blaine's smirking face. "Are you okay?"

"The, uh… tile… really ugly."

"Oh, smooth, Hummel. Real smooth."

Blaine chuckled again and nodded.

"I'll just… yeah." Kurt rushed out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut, and ran into his room. He dived onto his bed and shoved his overheated face into his cool pillow. Just as his face finally cooled down there was a knock on his door. He hesitantly lifted his face and bit his lip. "It's open!" Blaine slipped into the room, carefully shutting the door behind him.

"Hey, I-"

"I am so sorry." Kurt blurted out, feeling his face heat up again. "I didn't mean to stare, that was terribly rude of me. I promise I didn't look any farther south than your chest but I am so-"

"Wait, wait, just stop." Blaine chuckled, plopping down onto the bed. "Why are you apologizing?"

"I just… I… Blaine," his voice dropped to a whisper, "I checked you out." Blaine shrugged. He shrugged. How could he just shrug?

"Okay, so?" Kurt's jaw dropped.

"So? So? What do you mean, so? I just… What?" Blaine chuckled again.

"I don't mind. You didn't look down south so it's all okay. I don't know what you're freaking out about; I think it's flattering that you find me attractive enough to actually want to check me out." There he goes shrugging again. Kurt really wasn't following; Blaine was okay with him blatantly checking him out?

"I still don't-"

"Can I be honest?" Kurt nodded, biting his lip.

"I checked you out today." He shrugged again. Kurt couldn't figure out how Blaine could just nonchalantly admit to checking him out and then shrug.

"…What?"

"Yeah, when you dropped your hairspray and went to pick it up." The countertenor couldn't begin to imagine how red his face was at that moment and he was pretty sure his face was going to catch on fire at any moment, it was so hot. Blaine had the audacity to laugh. "You're too adorable, you know that?"

"Please stop, I can't handle this." Kurt pressed his hands to his face, determined to become invisible by doing so.

"Handle what? Compliments and someone admitting they checked you out?" Kurt nodded and Blaine laughed again. "Would it just be easier for you to forget all of this ever happened?" He nodded again. "Look at me." He lowered his hands and bit his lip as he looked up at sparkling hazel eyes. Blaine smiled softly and took his hand. "It's okay, it really is, so don't worry about it, okay?" Kurt nodded.

"Okay. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Did you really check out my ass?"

"Yes, I did."

"I'm never bending over ever again."

A few weeks went by without anyone getting slushied and things between Blaine and Kurt were fine. The countertenor had caught Blaine checking him out a few times and every time he would blush and tell Blaine to stop. Blaine would, of course, laugh and apologize.

Kurt was braiding Rachel's hair as they, along with Mercedes, watched West Side Story in Rachel's room. He had the option to spend the night with them or go somewhere with all the boys but he felt he had been seeing too much of the boys lately and had opted for some girl time. Plus, he had missed his best friends. He hadn't told them about the shower incident, he had sworn to himself he wouldn't tell anyone, but catching Blaine checking him out these past few weeks made him nervous and finally he bursted.

"I walked in on Blaine in the shower." Rachel whipped around, not caring that her braid was only half done, and Mercedes almost dropped the popcorn bowl.

"What?"

"The day he got slushied I made him take a shower as soon as we got home and when I brought him some clothes I was determined to look at the floor but then he said my name so I looked up and he was just there and I just looked." He said all this in a rushed panic but he knew the girls understood.

"What'd he say?"

"Did you look down?"

"I didn't look… there, I swear. Afterwards we talked and he said it was okay and that he was flattered and then he admitted that he had checked me out." The girls' eyes looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets at any moment.

"He checked you out?"

"And what'd you say?"

"I couldn't really say anything; I've never had anyone check me out before." He shrugged and the girls shook their heads to regain their composure. "I don't know what to do. We're okay and all that but he still checks me out and I've caught myself checking him out a few times and I just… I don't know."

"Well do you think he likes you?" Rachel asked.

"I don't…" He shrugged.

"Can I be honest with you, Boo?"

"Of course."

"The way he looks at you, he doesn't look at anyone else like that." Kurt's eyes grew wide and Rachel nodded.

"What?"

"Mercedes is right, he looks at you the way I look at Finn and the way Puck looks at Quinn."

"So what should I do?"

"Talk to him." He nodded.

"Right, I can do that… can't I?"

"Do you want us to map out some key points for you?"

"I would be forever grateful."

A/N: This is far overdue and I'm very sorry for that. I was very busy for the holidays and barely had enough time to actually write. As for the story there's going to be time skips now, it won't be daily like it has been so there's just that fair warning. Happy belated Holidays!