WATC 7

"Blaine? What the hell!" Kurt exclaims as soon as his bedroom door is closed behind them. He lets go of Blaine's arm and nudges him out of the way towards his desk, indicating for him to sit.

Blaine sits down in Kurt's desk chair sullenly like a toddler being sent to the time-out zone and pats out the creases of his suit jacket made by Kurt's fingers. "I wanted to see you" he whines, widening his eyes for effect. "I know this great little place that does the most amazing Eggs Benedict and it's not too far from NYU—"

"Blaine- oh my god- just sshh!" Kurt groans, his fingers rubbing at his temples. It's still too god-awful early for any of this—especially without the aid of caffeine.

Blaine looks all around the room and whistles. "So here it is; Kurt Hummel's room. Where the magic happens."

"Oh dear lord. Just shut up." Kurt grunts. It doesn't even occur to him that he's only dressed in a pair of pale blue sleep shorts and a black tank top, with his hair a riot on top of his head; and that Blaine Anderson is sitting in his bedroom just taking it all in.

Until of course Blaine points it out.

"Would you mind if I told you how lovely you look right now" Blaine drawls. He tries to stand up but Kurt stops him with a firm point of his finger.

"Yes I would mind. Oh my god, Blaine. You can't just do this."

"What?"

"This! Come to my apartment unexpected and uninvited. I only agreed to further contact with you just last night—"

"You left me in the limo last night so suddenly with barely a goodbye. I missed you" says Blaine, even having the nerve to pout.

He's actually fucking pouting. The gorgeous bastard.

"Blaine, my roommate doesn't know anything about you and you just turn up on our doorstep and—"

"Yeah about him," Blaine scowls a little. "He was asking too many questions. Does he like you? I mean like-like you?"

Kurt's heart speeds up…just a little. Oh! A little appearance from the green-eyed monster…maybe?

Kurt stumbles over to the edge of his bed and drops down. He sighs and covers his face with his hands. "Jesus" He mumbles against his fingers. "You are a famous actor. Tai has watched all of your movies, no wonder he's asking you lots of fucking questions when you're knocking on his door with a fucking massive bouquet of roses in your hands."

"You know, you're hot when you curse" Blaine says lowly, "and the flowers aren't for him—Tay or whatever." He holds the bouquet out to Kurt. "Here, by the way. Get them in some water before they begin to wilt."

Kurt drops his hands and looks over at Blaine incredulously. He can't even muster up any coherent thought or anything to say. He needs coffee and he needs to get out of this room immediately.

He stands, rips the flowers out of Blaine's hands and marches over to the door. Once in the kitchen he fills the sink with a few drops of water and dumps the roses inside before turning towards the coffee machine.

He chooses to ignore Tai who is standing against the far counter with a mug in his hands and a completely bewildered expression on his face. His navy striped PJ's (bless his heart) are crinkled and one leg is rolled up too high towards his knee.

Kurt gives him a look which perfectly reads 'do not say anything, pretty please' and Tai being Tai nods sweetly and shuffles off towards his bedroom in silence. Kurt will explain everything to him that he needs to later when Blaine will hopefully not be around.

Kurt's eyes slip closed and he inhales deeply from his mug once he's poured in some dark, strong scented liquid. He takes a few sips and it's only a few moments until he hears footsteps approach from his room.

A throat is cleared. "The place with the eggs does great coffee you know?" Blaine says quietly from behind Kurt.

Kurt clenches his fingers around the ceramic mug and takes comfort in the warmth that seeps through into his skin. He takes in a few steadying breaths and exhales slowly. Downing the rest of his coffee, he places the mug on the counter and turns around to face Blaine; his arms wrapped around himself.

Blaine has taken his jacket off and has it casually draped over one shoulder, the fingers of one hand keeping it balanced.

Kurt hasn't really looked at Blaine properly yet— too caught up with shock and irritation upon finding Blaine in his apartment before 7am. But looking at him now, Kurt can see some unruly curls breaking free from the strong-hold style the rest of his hair is in. And by the way he's dressed Kurt figures that he's obviously not at any rehearsals or anything like that today. His suit is smart and nice but his pale purple shirt underneath is a little dull and plain. He's obviously gotten dressed in haste today.

"Shouldn't you be elsewhere at this time in the morning?" Kurt asks.

"Where?" Blaine answers like he can't possibly think of anywhere else he should be or be doing.

Anywhere! "I don't know" Kurt replies sounding tired, "sleeping in, attending meetings, doing what ever the hell you want. I mean you must have something important to do today all dressed like that." Kurt jerks his chin up and down towards Blaine's body.

Blaine preens a little under Kurt's watchful gaze. He grins and pats at his pants a couple of times. "Oh, this is just for you, Kurt." He replies softly, sounding pleased and Kurt has to remember to be narked at Blaine and not to be caught up in how adorable he can be at times.

Blaine turns around slowly, full circle on the spot. "I like your apartment. It's nice" He says looking around. "I love the way it's decorated. The furniture just screams of Kurt. It's great."

Kurt sighs, his heart melting a little, while Blaine just continues to stand there waiting for a cue from Kurt.

Something occurs to Kurt, then.

Blaine has a whole career based on other people's acceptance of him and what he does. Because of that he is offered a lot of things for free that some other people could only dream about. People love everything about Blaine. He gets the praise and the compliments; it's never the other way around when it comes to him.

Blaine has never had to work for somebody else's acceptance, he's just had it. He's never relied on what other people think or how they react to him apart from now—with Kurt.

This is somehow important to Blaine, to do the right thing by Kurt—

And for Kurt. Blaine is somehow trying- wanting to prove that he can be in the other seat, that he can appreciate people for who they are also.

And for some reason it appears to be a somewhat hard pill for Kurt to swallow.

"Blaine, I appreciate the thought. And the flowers- I- thank you." Kurt glances back towards the flowers carelessly neglected in his kitchen sink. He walks back towards them, pulls out a glass vase from a cupboard under the sink and starts filling it with water.

As he carefully cuts the tie that holds the stems together and separates the roses with gentle precision to add them to the vase, Blaine approaches him and stands close just off to Kurt's right.

"I hope you like them. They were the prettiest ones I could see in the shop. And the colours just stood out to me. The lady told me what they meant but I…I can't remember now." When Kurt peeks back over his shoulder there is a small, sheepish smile on Blaine's face but he's not quite meeting Kurt's eye; instead choosing to stare at the flowers in Kurt's hands. "I wont buy you flowers again though, not if they make you mad."

"Blaine!" Kurt laughs incredulously. "I'm not mad that you bought me flowers. I'm not even sure if I'm really mad. I just can't believe that you find it ok to just turn up at my apartment at this time in the morning. I mean god we don't even know each other or have established any kind of relationship at all—"

"Relationship?"

"—I mean that we are only acquaintances right now, Blaine. We- I need time to figure out what's going on here. You may be used to this sort of thing but I'm not."

Blaine tugs his bottom lip between his teeth and seems to think about Kurt's words for a few silent moments. He steps back and leans against the back of the couch. He touches a finger to his lips, "when you say that I'm used to this but you are not, you're referring to?"

Kurt shrugs, unsure on how to answer, and maybe also a little reluctant to do so even if he knew how.

"Could I make a light-suggestion?" Blaine asks softly. Kurt nods because Blaine is probably going to anyway with Kurt's consent or not.

Blaine pushes himself up off of the couch and strolls slowly forward towards Kurt. He's left his jacket on the back of the couch and his hands are in his pants pockets. "You're not used to socializing or doing anything that is out of your comfort zone?" He asks quietly and when Kurt does nothing but stare at the ground Blaine smiles and continues. "You do what you want and what's best for you and that's good, why not? I used to be like that. I get it."

Kurt looks up at Blaine then, his eyes very blue, highlighted by the morning sun cracking through the slanted blinds on his tiny windows. "Let me take you to breakfast. Let us hang out, let me do nice things for you—"

"But wh—"

"—and don't ask me why." Blaine grins, briefly touching a finger to Kurt's nose. Kurt very strangely misses his touch as fleeting and minimal as it was. "Just believe me when I say that it's for me. So if it will make you happy to still view me as being a selfish asshole then so be it. It's the price I've got to pay if it means spending time with you."

The question is spoken in Kurt's eyes and on the 'O' shape of his parted lips, he doesn't need to ask it aloud.

"Because being around you makes me feel normal again, it makes me feel like I was when I was back in college. I miss hanging out in my underwear with my roommate, and being up too early and going to bed too late—"

"I'm sure you do that now."

"For compulsory reasons yes…not just because."

Kurt drops his chin to his chest, contemplating and suddenly realizes that he really should be getting dressed for his day ahead. He doesn't really have the time for breakfast with Blaine even if he wanted to. And a teeny, tiny part of him really does—for reasons unknown to Kurt.

"Let me have today. Let me try and explain all of this to my poor roommate. Let me go to class and probably not get anything done, then go to work and speak to my crazy, conniving boss and again probably not get anything done there either. I'll text you tonight, I promise."

Blaine makes a face. "You still have my number?"

"Give it to me again." Kurt says trying to cover up the guilt in his voice.

"Ok" Blaine smiles, "I'll let you have all of that. Anything you want. So long as you let me have that one extra chance you mentioned last night. I promise I'll try not to do anything crazy or annoying like this again. Not without your go ahead."

Kurt smiles and nods at him. Blaine copies him and shrugs a little. "I just- I like you, Kurt."

"I know." Kurt says, because if he's going to admit anything it might as well be the fact that he knows he's not getting rid of Blaine Anderson anytime soon.