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Kurt looked so peaceful lightly snoring on the couch. I didn't really want to leave either not until I made sure he was okay. I arranged his legs on the couch and put a pillow under his head. I decided to sit in the on the smaller couch and watch some TV. I fell asleep keeping an eye on Kurt the TV forgotten.

I jerked awake when someone turned on the lights. I turned them off when I tucked Kurt in and I turned on the TV. Kurt was rubbing his eyes. "Sorry I didn't mean to wake you."

"Nah, its fine." I rubbed the back of my neck. It feels so awkward. "What time is it?"

"It's going to be two."

"Are you serious? My parents are going to freak." I pulled my cell out of my pocket. Five missed calls. Great. I might not be able to go out again until I graduate.

"How are you feeling?" I asked Kurt. I could spare a few more minutes before I called my dad to pick me up, it's not like a few more minutes would make much of a difference.

Kurt's eyebrows shot up, his blue eyes scanning the room, wondering who I was talking to. Kurt glanced at me and dipped his head. "I'm feeling better. My head hurts a little bit, but not too bad. You took care of me."

It wasn't a question, I still answered. "Yes. I'm glad you're feeling better. Do you think you'll be okay for the rest of the night?"

I crossed my fingers behind my back. I wanted to spend more time with Kurt. That wasn't very likely. "I'll be fine." Just as I thought. He doesn't need or want me around.

"Good," I grunted. I turned and started dialing my dad's number. I might as well get it over with. Before I could punch in the last number Kurt's hand stopped me.

"You can stay here tonight and I'll take you home in the morning. You can tell your parents that you'll be staying here." Kurt pulled away his hand and took a step back, chewing on his bottom lip.

I was stunned. It felt like I got slapped. He wanted me to stay the night? I shook my head, not in that context. My mind had other ideas especially with Kurt chewing on his bottom lip. I wanted to bite it myself. Maybe I should call my dad. I don't know what I might do if I'm left alone with a sober and wide awake Kurt. Instead I found myself saying. "Are you sure?"

Kurt laughed. "Yes, I'm sure. Now call your parents and I'll go make a bed for you." Kurt started to head for the stairs, but turned back. "Oh, unless you want to sleep in my bed."

My brain supplied 'with you.' I don't think he was suggesting that. A guy can dream. "No I can sleep on the floor. You keep the bed." I know I wouldn't be able to sleep in his bed surrounded by his scent. Nope, not a good idea.

Kurt smiled brightly and bounded up the stairs. I sat back down on the couch not believing what was happening. I was in Kurt Hummel's house. Someone who I used to bully then confessed my love to and now I was spending the night in his house. What on earth was going on? I took a moment to let it sink in then I called my dad and told him I was spending the night at a friend's house. He was mad, but relieved that I was okay. As soon as I finished the call Kurt came downstairs and herded me upstairs.

I stood in front of his room. I felt funny going in it. It didn't seem right.

"Go on," Kurt said. I looked over my shoulder at him. He seemed all right with everything that was happening.

I crossed my arms. "I think it's better if I sleep on the couch."

Kurt's brow furrowed, he put his hands on his hips. "Why? You'll be more comfortable in the sleeping bag."

"Kurt I don't think it's a good idea. You know with how I feel about you."

A light went off in Kurt's head, his eyes widened, his mouth formed a perfect 'O' and his cheeks turned pink. He spluttered a moment before regaining the ability to speak. "You're my guest and if you'll feel more comfortable on the couch that's okay."

I made him uncomfortable. I shouldn't have said anything. I thought he might not want to stay in the same room with me. "No your room will be good. Sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." I ducked my head and went into his room.

"Dave." Kurt touched my arm, sending little electrics jolts through me. I met Kurt's eyes, he could feel it too. He pulled his hand away quickly like he'd been burned. Kurt cleared his throat. "Thank you for helping me out today. I really appreciate it."

I swallowed around the lump in my throat. "You're welcome."

Kurt clapped his hands together. "Now time for bed if I don't get my beauty rest I look like I have two black eyes."

I laughed there's no way Kurt could ever look bad. I almost voiced my thoughts, but bit my tongue. I don't want to make things any weirder than they already are. I took off my shoes and set them by the sleeping bag. I glanced down at my clothes; they would have to do as pajamas.

"Oh, no I don't think I have anything that'd fit you."

"That's all right. My clothes will be fine."

"Are you sure? I can see if anything of Finn's will fit you."

I waved my hands in front of me. "No, that's okay."

Kurt frowned. He said nothing more on the subject. He went to change into his pajamas and when he came back from the bathroom I nearly swallowed my tongue. He was in sweats and a big baggy shirt. He looked like he was swimming it. His hair was tousled. Gorgeous. That was the only way to describe him. I lay down and turned on my side, closing my eyes tightly. This was pure hell.

Kurt turned off the light. "Goodnight," his soft whisper barely reached my ears.

"Night." I put my hands under my head and tried to sleep. It was hard but sleep finally came.

Someone kept knocking on the door. Who is that? I didn't want to answer it. I was trying to sleep. The knocking persisted. I almost yelled when I remembered where I was. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep quiet. Kurt was starting to rise when he called out, "What?"

"Kurt, Blaine's here. I tried to get him to leave but he said has to talk to you." A voice floated through the door.

"Tell him to go away," Kurt growled. He got out of bed and started stretching.

"He won't go away."

"Fine," Kurt grumbled.

I got up and made my way to the closet to hide. Kurt walked in front of me glaring. "Don't you dare hide in the closet! I'll be right back."

I nodded my tongue felt huge in my mouth. Kurt's big, baggy shirt was slipping off his shoulder. He kept shrugging it back in place, it kept falling. Beautiful white skin kept me from saying anything. Kurt seemed satisfied that I wouldn't hide and opened the door to go down stairs. Unfortunately Finn was on the other side of the door and Kurt didn't take the time to explain my presence.

Finn rushed in the room backing me up against the closet. "What are you doing here?"

"I picked Kurt up at a bar." Not the best opening line. Finn's face contorted into an angry mask. Shit I'm in trouble now.

Yay! Chapter 4 is finished

Chapter 5 will be posted soon