I'm sorry I took so long writing this. I'm just not into this chapter very much. I don't know why because I thought it would be one fo my favorites, but I just didn't like writing it. Hopefully it will be more fun to read than to write. Maybe I just don't like it because I enjoy writing angsty stuff, even though I like reading funny, fluffy fanfics (alliteration FTW). meh. I will be adding a new character soon to spice things up and make Luce a little happier, if you catch my drift. Look forward to it. I think he's awesome even though I havn't actually written anything with him yet. Also, you maybe could tell by the name 'Lucian,' but I have a thing for weird names. Concider yourself warned.

Now,

Enjoy ( even though I didn't really.)

Blaine woke up before the alarm went off. He felt very… warm, but he couldn't move the left side of his body at all. He opened his hazel eyes.

Kurt's head was pressed against Blaine's chest, and the boy's arm was wrapped tightly around Blaine's waist. One of each of their legs were twisted up together as well. Luce was snuggled up close to Kurt's back. Their fingers were still entwined.

Blaine moved his head around without shifting the weight on his body to look at the clock. He had a good thirty minutes left before the alarm went off, and he was going to make the most of it. He stroked his unencumbered hand gently through Kurt's soft hair, so different from his own curls now falling out of the usually tight hold he kept them in. He then lightly placed the hand on Kurt's hip, careful not to wake him, and set about enjoying and memorizing the feeling of Kurt's warmth tingling against his body with his eyes closed. He drifted in that drowsy in-between state, where he didn't know what was reality and what was but a dream.

Kurt awoke to the obnoxious beeping noise. Oh, my alarm. He felt the bodies squashed against his own and looked around with sleepy worry and concern before the memories came flooding back to him. He looked upwards, which was actually horizontally given the fact that he was lying down on his side, and saw that Blaine was staring at his face. He suddenly became self-conscious and tried to assess how his face looked. Did he have red fabric lines on his cheek? Did he have sleep(those mucusy things) in his eyes? And- god forbid since he was sleeping on Blaine's chest- did he drool? Luce was rubbing his eyes groggily. All three smiled at each other and returned to their respective rooms to get ready for school.

They met up again in Kurt's room, since he took the longest, and walked down to breakfast together. Kurt could still feel the shadows of Blaine's fingers wrapped around his hand, though they had separated. He craved for those spaces to be filled with calloused fingers again; they felt empty now.

They went to sit at their regular spots, and at once were confronted by Wes, who stood up before speaking in a loud voice.

"Kurt! I went into your room to borrow your French homework last night! Sleepover, ladies?" He asked with a smirk. Kurt was still a little bit too asleep to deal with teasing, and he snapped back with the sarcastic tone he usually reserved for the more Neanderthal-like McKinley jocks, equally as loud as Wes.

"No, Wes, it was a threesome. I would've invited you, but I didn't think you'd be up to par."

He glanced pointedly at Wes's black uniform pants before sitting down and eating his larger-than-usual breakfast. He, Luce, and Blaine had all missed dinner last night which, judging by everyone's reactions to the sarcastic statement he had just made, had not been the best idea. Focused on his meal as he was, Kurt didn't notice the staring for a minute or two before he decided to look up.

Wes was staring at him with eyes lit up from laughter but also looked slightly insulted. He was just going to have to deal with it. At least he got that Kurt's comment was supposed to be funny, which apparently didn't register to the rest of the people in the room. Luce and Blaine knew the statement wasn't true, so their shock was probably just from his excessive sarcasm. I guess I haven't had the opportunity so break out my sarcasm lately, so they haven't heard it. With them, it was already wearing off. For everyone else…

Kurt groaned. His voice had been dripping with sarcasm; how could they all be staring at him like that? Didn't rich boys understand sarcasm? Didn't they have important parties and small talk and such things to teach it to them? Did he really have to explain this to them? Really? REALLY? I don't even…

"Guys," He said in a carrying voice, with more than a little impatience, "It's a joke. It's called sarcasm." Kurt liked an audience as much as (or rather more than) the next person, but not when he was starving and about to eat breakfast.

Not one person looked convinced, and when the rest of the far too nosy students turned their gazes back to their own food and their friends, conversation took place in excited whispers more than normal talking. A rumor had just been started, and it was entirely Kurt's fault. Actually, it was a little bit Wes's fault, but Kurt squashed the snide part of his mind that pointed that out.

"I'm so sorry," Kurt apologized profusely to the other two people involved in the rumor. "This will be spread around the whole school by lunchtime."

"I don't mind," Blaine reassured him in his friendly-mentor-voice. "It's not true and the rumors always pass soon enough."

"Until last month I ignored everyone and they ignored me, what do I care if they are whispering things about me?" Luce chimed in his own brand of slightly heart rending reassurance. Even Wes decided to offer his support in his own humor style, one which apparently existed in abundance though he had been dead set against displaying it when Kurt first transferred.

"One time during freshman year, David and I had just started rooming with each other after my first roommate left," Wes said, nodding towards the boy who was currently engrossed in a book and not paying attention. "We started arguing about his shower habits and somehow everyone came to the conclusion that we were 'together.' Honestly, just because I suggested that I might have to join him if he refused to make it shorter…"

Kurt looked at him in slight disbelief.

"What? It was the only way we would have both gotten to class on time! I'm not sure what he was doing in there for forty-five minutes when he doesn't even have any hair to wash…" A light came on somewhere in Wes's brain and he suddenly punched David's shoulder, causing him to look up from his book and actually pay attention.

"Oh! Why else would boys take long showers? I know what you were doing; you were m-"

Wes winced, and Kurt assumed that David had kicked his shin. David glanced around, worried.

"Shut up," He said in his soft, kind voice that contradicted the words he was speaking. "They are probably already re-starting the rumors about us being a couple; we don't need whatever twist they could put in the story if you mention that."

Kurt could feel his smile growing and laughed. He noticed David never denied it. This school was better than his glee girl gossip network. Heck, it was better than a tabloid, and managed it without even having any girls.

All day, he had been getting wolf-whistles and smirks as he walked down the hallways. In class, he got notes on his desk asking, "Did you film it?" and "Why didn't you invite me?" The rumor had spread to the teachers as well, and most of them grinned at Kurt, though some of them had undertones of concern or trepidation. He was asked by various peers if he was alright, how Blaine and Luce were (he assumed as partners and not physically or emotionally), and if he was "getting any" tonight.

He could feel the sarcasm, his natural defense mechanism, building up inside him and he resisted the urge to spit, "O, Blaine was just wonderful. You should try him sometime," out of his acid mouth. He knew the sarcasm would be lost on his classmates, and it would just fuel the rumors.

Strangely, he never considered all that a breach of the zero-tolerance no-harassment policy. It felt so different from the daily torture he went through at McKinley that he couldn't even compare the two. There was no hate in the actions. No one called him a fag or a homo and no one made him feel unsafe. It was just… fun. It was a group of teenage boys stuck, for the most part, for much of the year in a private school and trying to find ways to break the monotony.

Kurt was completely fine with it, though he couldn't honestly say it wasn't annoying after the first few hours. He had more pressing things to consider anyway.

XXXXX

Blaine was once again knocking on Kurt's door, though this time it was more impatient. He couldn't wait much longer, or the dread might overtake his determination. He had put it off yesterday due to Luce's presence, but he couldn't refrain from this any longer without losing his nerve altogether, and he needed a definite response. He needed to know whether he should kill his feelings or act upon them, because they were too strong for him to be stuck in purgatory like this.

"Get some!" one of the other boys on the hall yelled at him with a teasing smile. Blaine had been getting similar comments all day and assumed that Kurt and Luce had as well. They were all Dalton boys, and this was the usual Dalton humor at anyone and everyone's expense.

Then his heart stopped. Kurt, no matter how much he looked the part now, wasn't a Dalton boy. He was still a transfer student, and he had transferred because of bullying and sexual harassment. If those comments weren't sexual harassment, Blaine didn't know what was.

What if? What if? The questions raced through his mind. What if Kurt was hurt by the comments? What if Kurt felt like his safe haven had disappeared? What if he was afraid? What if he wanted to leave? What if he was crying in his room?

Blaine's mind was gripped with fear that Kurt had taken the not-so-innocent humor as something much worse. He was so frightened that Kurt wouldn't feel safe anymore, and even more afraid that he would leave. He knew he couldn't take it if-.

Kurt opened the door looking perfectly fine, while Blaine looked panicked enough to cry. He quickly tried to organize himself into a semblance of calmness and cursed inwardly. Perhaps his family and friends were right and he did over think things.

Apparently he didn't mask his expression fast enough, because Kurt noticed and asked, "Blaine, what's wrong?" with concern lighting his eyes.

Luckily he had only seen a flicker and Blaine managed to convince him with a cheery, "Nothing!" and an aura of calmness.

"Then… What's up?" Kurt asked inquisitively, probably wondering why Blaine was standing outside his door for no apparent reason. It wasn't like they had any more embarrassing videos of him to look at.

"Can I come in? I have some stuff I need to talk to you about," Blaine said, already halfway inside the doorframe.

"Uh, sure?" Kurt said, his voice more a question than a confirmation and burning with curiosity.

They went inside and both sat on Kurt's bed. Blaine began in safe waters, though he was aching to just blurt everything out.

"You've been getting bothered by everyone today too, right? Don't mind everyone. They're just having a little bit of fun. They-"

"I know they mean well. It's a little annoying, but it doesn't actually bother me that much. What kind of person would I be if I denied them their fun? I prefer it a lot to being thrown into dumpsters, slushied, and shoved against lockers." Kurt laughed lightheartedly, and Blaine reconsidered his earlier thought. Perhaps Kurt was already a Dalton boy. Of course he is. Kurt was born to shine anywhere.

Kurt's smile made his dimples show and his laugh brought a slight flush to his face, like a porcelain doll. Blaine wanted to caress those soft, living cheeks and explore that creamy skin with his hands while doing the same to those plump, delectable lips with his tongue. He wanted contact, any contact.

Blaine settled for something simple and placed his hand on top of Kurt's as he had the night before. Kurt suddenly burst into tears.

He was obviously not fine as he tried to convince Blaine otherwise, saying, "It's nothing; it'll stop in a second. I'm fine. Really. I promise."

Blaine was filled with undirected anger at whatever was upsetting Kurt, yelling, "No it's not fine! You're crying! Was it someone at this school? What did they do? I'll kill-"

But Kurt's next words cut him off. In fact, they left him unable to speak.

"It's you! You are the reason I'm crying! You are so damn inconsistent. Why do you keep doing this to me?"

Blaine just looked at him in shock and pulled his hand away from Kurt's as he continued on what was obviously a long-buried rant.

"You keep sending me these mixed signals, and it's destroying me! You don't pay any attention to me, but then you grab my hand like it's the most natural thing in the world. Yesterday during my audition you looked like you were practically asleep when I thought that my outfit would make any gay guy fall for me. Then yesterday night you held my hand all night even when we fell asleep! It made me hope again, and all I wanted to do when you let go of my hand was have you hold it again. It's like I can feel the places where your fingers are supposed to be!

"Today you came to my door looking all serious and worried and a small, hopeful part of my brain that I couldn't crush thought: Maybe he's going to tell me he likes me! But no, you just wanted to ask me if I was ok! Then you took my hand again and it felt like the world was somehow right when out hand met, but you did it so casually! It's always been like that, since the day first we met when you grabbed my hand and ran down the hall with me! So, stop! Stop confusing me and tearing my heart apart, because that's what if feels like when I experience all these up and down emotions!

"I keep telling myself not to like you, but I can't help it! If you can't return my feelings then stay the hell away from me because I can't take this anymore!"

Blaine was looking at Kurt glassy-eyed, with disbelief sketched clearly across his face. Kurt immediately regretted his angry confession; especially the last part.

"No. I didn't mean that. Please stay my friend when you reject me," He pleaded with fear in his voice. He didn't want to lose Blaine's friendship even if it did mean the torture of being around him all the time without him being Kurt's. Even if it meant watching him get another boyfriend. Glass eyes stared back, but finally Blaine responded.

"You… you l-like me?" He asked, his voice shaking audibly. He broke out into relieved laughter.

Kurt was annoyed in spite of himself. It was all he wanted for Blaine to not go running from his room, so he didn't see why it would annoy him that much, but it did. Hearing laughter was somehow worse.

"It's not funny!" He snapped maliciously. Blaine seemed to realize Kurt was upset, because he started to apologize, though he was still laughing throughout it.

"I'm sorry, you're right. It's stupid of me, I'm just… You like me? Are you sure?"

Kurt nodded angrily.

"Well I guess I was worried for nothing then. I came in here to tell you that I'm in love with you and to ask you out!" He put his hand back over Kurt's.

Kurt felt a million different things all at once. Most prominent was an overwhelming ecstasy that filled his whole body. He felt it in the tips of his fingers all the way down to the ends of his toes and everywhere in between. It was that right feeling he got when Blaine took his hand, intensified and running through his whole body. Underneath it, the next most prominent feeling was relief, and coupled with the joy it caused Kurt to join Blaine in his laughter.

Laughing together somehow intensified the humor of the situation, and both Kurt and Blaine were giggling on the floor. Eventually the laughter ran out and they just lay there staring at each other. There was gravity in the atmosphere as well as comfort with each other. Neither of them felt the need to say anything, and neither wanted to break the pleasant silence with coarse words.

Finally, Kurt's cell phone alarm went off, and he sat up, the moment broken.

"Oh crap, dinner."

"Yeah we should probably go to that. Don't want to give them any ideas like we did last night, do we?"

"By the way, when were you planning on taking me out?"

"Well, I was thinking that next Monday would be nice…"

Valentine's day! Kurt's inward cheesy romantic sighed at how perfect that would be. A wide smile spread across his face.

Blaine saw the smile and matched it with one of his own; he offered Kurt his hand and Kurt grabbed it tightly, then they set off towards the dining hall.

Luce knew something had to be up when Kurt and Blaine walked in holding hands and looking like twin Cheshire cats. He was sitting next to Wes, who had David on his other side. All three looked up as Kurt and Blaine approached.

"You guys are finally together, huh?" Luce asked, smiling, and Kurt looked so happy that he was about to jump out of his skin.

"Yep!"

"Wait, weren't they already together? Weren't they doing a threesome with Luce yesterday?" David chose this moment to chime in.

"No, David, that was just a joke," Wes sighed as he explained, "Anyway, congrats you two."

Honestly, Luce thought, For a boy who reads so much, David sure is an idiot.

"So when's the first date?" Luce asked

"Valentine's Day," Kurt said, and Luce knew immediately why Kurt was so excited. It was like his dream date. This apparently reminded Wes of his own plans for the holiday.

"Guys! Well, especially Kurt. What should I get my girlfriend for a present? If I get her something good she might let me get to second base!"

Luce was prepared for the awful pang of jealousy he got whenever he pictured Wes with a girl, but it never came. Kurt shot him a pity-filled glance before sitting down and asking Wes a plethora of questions about the girl, most of which he couldn't answer.

Luce searched himself for the feeling, wondering where it had gone. Where was the joy he felt everyday upon seeing Wes? Where was the pathological need to see him smile? Where was the desire to feel his body heat, just a few inches away, every opportunity he got to sit next to him? It was all gone. That deliriously happy, madly-in-love boy Kurt had walked in on a few days ago no longer existed, leaving Luce to question whether the feeling was ever real at all. How could something he'd felt so strongly, and for so long, just vanish?