A/N: I have had a busy week! I had to perform twice on Wednesday and once on Tuesday and a rehearsel Monday morning for our Performance of Twelfth Night. I worked on this on Thursday while I was home sick and on Friday we had a dance and then yesterday I went to the Jason Aldean concert. It was epic by the way! Anyway... I wanted to get this up tonight because I have another busy week and I have Olympic Field Day on Tuesday. :( On the bright side the school year is almost over which means more writing. My best friend, The Dark Queen of Insanity, and I are starting a joint Klaine fic based off Jack the Ripper. Thank our anime movie marathon for that. Anyway... more details on that at the bottom of the Chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, nor do I own Fox and the Hound. If I did though Todd and Copper would have stayed friends and Blaine would be mine.

Blaine jolted awake the morning after their Disney marathon totally confused.

His first thought was 'Where am I?' Then their entire night cane rushing back to him with an air of understanding tagging along. He looked around the apartment, unsurprised by the amount of style evident in the small place.

The walls were a dove grey and the couch he was currently sprawled across was chic and made out of comfortable black leather.

It was while he was inspecting the couch, he noticed that he and Kurt were in a tangled heap.

Kurt's eyelashes were fluttering softly against his cheekbones, signaling he was in the paradise that only was begotten in dreams.

Blaine smiled down at the boy he was cuddled with, sighing softly to himself as he reflected on the beauty of the boy before him. His features were softened in sleep, his cheekbones not quite so angular, and his lips softly parted in his own soft snore.

He realized that the only time this body before him was probably ever truly so unguarded was in his current dream state.

That was when his eyes strayed to the clock on the television and he gasped out loud. It was already twelve a clock and he had an audition with a record label the next day and he still needed to get an outfit worthy of such an acquaintance. .

The producers had heard him playing some of his original songs in a café and instantly flocked him. They had some conditions that they said they were going to run by them and that if he was as good in a recording booth, he might begin to work on his album in the heart of New York.

He needed to hurry up and get moving if he wanted to be able to still get a good night's sleep and be able to drink an ample amount of tea and honey for the next day's activities.

He gently pushed on Kurt's shoulder, silently urging the grey-eyed boy to wake up. Kurt's only response was to snuggle closer and to bury his face into Blaine's neck.

"Mmmmm," grumbled Kurt in his sleep-like state.

Blaine just stared at Kurt, was it really his fault that this guy was just to dang adorable? His normally immaculate brown hair was mussed with sleep, and his clothes that were normally wrinkle free, were disheveled. It looked as if he had spent a week in them, they were that askew.

This man would probably be the death of him.

Kurt awoke from his pleasant dreams only to be faced with the most comfortable pillow he had ever had. It even smelled good too, all he wanted to do now was cuddle deeper and just go back to sleep. That was until the pillow started humming.

Kurt's eyes popped open and he lifted his head.

"Oh, Shit," were the first words out of his mouth.

Kurt and Blaine just continually stared at each other. That is, until Blaine said, "So… D'ya have a good sleep?"

Kurt couldn't help himself; he burst into laughter as he sat up.

"Hahahaha!" He couldn't help it. The way Blaine looked in the morning, plus the fact that this situation was too awkward to bear, the moment was priceless.

Kurt sat up and got off Blaine. "I'll go make breakfast," Kurt said walking into the light green kitchen in the apartment. "Rachel should be back in about an hour though so…. We might want to clear out by then .Or she'll just have a field day with this whole situation. Your pick."

Blaine stared at the place Kurt had recently vacated before getting up and following him into the gracefully styled kitchen. The shorter boy placed his hand on top of Kurt's. "I say we get ready and go out to eat. She'll see us if we eat here."

Kurt seemed to take a moment of considering before he conceded to Blaine's point.

"Well then where do you suppose we go? And suggest something healthy please, It's already going to take me a while to work off that pizza," Kurt said after seeing the look on Blaine's face.

Blaine gave Kurt a look and said, "Can I use your shower?"

Kurt was confused for a moment by Blaine's sudden change of direction, but he quickly recovered showing him into his bathroom. He decided to use Rachel's since she probably would not be thrilled to have a man who they had only known for about a week into her private sanctuary.

Blaine walked into Kurt's bathroom and began the shower. The décor of it probably shouldn't surprise him by now, seeing as the rest of the house was just as tastefully decorated, but it seemed so not Kurt, and this was the fact that probably made it stand out to him the most.

The walls were a light yellow, and the mat and curtains were a shade of gold that Blaine wasn't able to place where he's seen it before. The towels were a light orange. It wasn't like Blaine didn't think Kurt was worthy of gold or anything of that nature, it was just that Blaine pegged his color to be more of a red. He's had this weird thing ever since he was little to color coat people. He was a light blue, Kurt was a red, his mom was a light yellow, and his father was a dark almost forest green. His sister was pegged as a bubbly person, so she was rightfully a light pink. Some said that he was picking up on the aura the person emitted, but he just ignored them. Everyone wanted to peg things with scientific names, Blaine's whole life would have been a lot better if they stopped making all those words sound so terrifying.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost forgot about the shower that was running. He quickly got in and cleaned himself off. It was only once he was out of the shower, he noticed that his clothes were dirty and he had nothing to change into.

He walked into Kurt's room in only a pair of boxers and a towel, only to find the glasz eyed boy reading a book.

Kurt looked up at Blaine and had to keep himself from gasping out loud. The shorter boy was standing in his room shirtless and all Kurt could think was Holy, Holy, Holy. Blaine's only response was to share sheepishly at the floor.

"I kind of… Don't have a change of clothes. Do you have any that I could maybe… borrow?"

It took the taller boy a few moments to process what he had just said. Clothes, right clothes. His would be to thin and tight for Blaine. But maybe… Yep Perfect.

"Wait here a moment," Kurt said, before walking over to his closet, and pulling out a t-shirt and a pair of old jeans.

"Here you go. They'll probably be a little long, so just cuff the jeans and… I don't know about the shirt."
Blaine stared at the clothes for a moment before deciding to ask, "How do you have these?"

Kurt blushed before replying, "My step-brother visits so much that at this point about a quarter of his wardrobe is here."

Oh, Blaine thought. A step-brother. That's kind of cool….

Blaine looked around Kurt's room after the other boy had left to give him the privacy to change. The walls were a light blue, and the curtains were silver like the stars. Aha, Blaine thought to himself. I always pegged him more as a silver person.

After he was done changing the two boys went down to the lobby of the apartment and into the garage.

"My car should be right over here," Kurt said, turning to the right.

"You know," Blaine said, "A lot of people in New York don't have cars. With traffic and such, it never seems like a priority, especially with all the taxis everywhere."

"Oh trust me, I know," Kurt replied with a grin. "But, I seriously would never leave my baby back in Ohio."

"You're from Ohio too?" Blaine asked, surprised when they reached what presumably was Kurt's car and came upon a Lincoln navigator.

"Yeah," Kurt replied, getting in the front seat.

"Small World," Blaine replied climbing into shotgun. "What school did you go to?" He asked as they pulled out.

"McKinley. You?" said the glasz eyed boy.

"McKinley? Really? I went to Dalton."

"Oh, I remember that school. My glee club tied with them at sectionals," said Kurt.

"You were part of New Directions?" Blaine asked, incredulous.

"Yeah," Kurt replied. "Rachel was our soloist; do you remember her from back then?"

A look of understanding flitted across the features of Blaine's face. "No wonder she's here. She was good."

Kurt looked at Blaine for a moment before saying, "I remember now. You sang Hey Soul Sister didn't you?"

"You're spot on," Blaine replied as they pulled into a parking garage about a block from the Chelsea pier.

"Since you chose dinner last night, I get to choose today," Kurt said as they got out of the car and began walking toward all the shops.

"Is that how it works?" Blaine asked smiling.

"Why of course," Kurt replied. "Did you know that this is where they film all those shows on the food network? Look right there, that's Rachel Ray's studio."

Blaine was speechless. "That must mean they have some pretty good food here, doesn't it?" Blaine said.

"Why of course," Kurt replied.

The two of them walked through the doors of a little café called Energy Kitchen.

"What do they serve here?" Blaine asked.

"Well they mostly serve really healthy food that's eco friendly," Kurt said as they walked toward the counter.

Blaine wrinkled his nose and Kurt laughed before responding, "Come on, it's actually really good."

Blaine was actually really surprised at the quality of the food. Kurt was right, it was amazing.

They finished up their breakfasts and walked out the door towards the car.

"So what are you doing today?" Kurt asked.

"I have to go find an outfit worthy of a record demo," Blaine said a little melancholy. He really wasn't looking forward to shopping all day.

"Shopping?" Kurt asked excitedly.

"Yea…" Blaine replied, having absolutely no idea where this conversation was going.

"Let me help you! I have a great fashion sense," Kurt asked happily.

"How come I have the feeling you're in this more for a shopping trip than actually helping me?" Blaine said, slightly scared.

"Because you're probably right," Kurt said as they climbed back into the car.

"You can come as long as you help me," Blaine said giving in.

"Goody," Kurt replied. "We should go to the palisades," said the taller boy.

"Why there?" Blaine asked.

"Because it is one of the best malls ever. And that's coming from me and I usually hate malls. I prefer Fifth Avenue on a regular basis, but the Palisades is an exception."

"And why is that?" Blaine asked with a smirk.

"You'll see," was Kurt's only reply.

As they were driving Kurt turned on his iPod, the song that came on after born this way made Blaine laugh in spite of himself. The song was "The Best of Friends" from The Fox and the Hound. Kurt reached o change the song, but Blaine began to sing along, and the only thing Kurt could truly focus on was keeping them from crashing.

When you're the best of friends
Having so much fun together
You're not even aware, you're such a funny pair
You're the best of friends

'Wow,' Kurt though. 'Dang this boy can sing.'

Life's a happy game 'If only that were true' Kurt thought to himself.
You could clown around forever
Neither one of you sees, your natural boundaries
Life's one happy game

If only the world wouldn't get in the way
If only people would just let you play
They say you're both being fools
You're breaking all the rules
They can't understand, the magic of your wonderland
Hu-hu-hu

And Kurt couldn't resist joining Blaine in on the last verse.

When you're the best of friends
Sharing all that you discover
When that moment has past, will that friendship last?
Who can say? There's a way!
Oh I hope... I hope it never ends
'Cause you're the best of friends

As their voices faded out, both boys were in awe in just how beautiful the two of them sounded together.

Until Blaine said, "So Disney huh…"

Kurt looked at him for a few moments. How could he be so…

But his thoughts are interrupted when Blaine says into the silence of the car, "Well, personally I'm a Disney junkie… But ya know that's just me."

Kurt gave him a quick glance out of the corner of his eye. "Guilty as charged," he says once he realized Blaine was being serious.

Blaine smiles and says, "Glad I'm not the only one."

The next song that came on was actually pretty shocking to Blaine. "You like country?"

Kurt smiles guiltily and a blush creeps up his neck. "Well my dad was really into it. He ran a garage; country is more of a comforting thing for me. It kind of reminds me of my dad, ya know?"

A look quickly flits across Blaine's face, and Kurt thinks that he could have easily imagined it.

"And ya know… Taylor Swift is America's Sweet heart."

This caused both boys to begin to laugh hysterically as they pulled into the mall's parking garage.

Blaine was tired. How could anyone ever dream to keep up with this boy? He was like a whirlwind of color that Blaine was barely able to keep up with. He was always changing pace, running into this store or that one to check out a scarf or a cardigan. It wasn't like Kurt wasn't being a bog help or anything, Blaine had about three outfits to choose from at this point, it was that this boy was just everywhere.

Kurt had spilled his heart out to Blaine, and although he had only known him for a few days, Blaine felt like he and Kurt had known each other since childhood. Blaine had to stop himself multiple times before he told Kurt the most pressing though on his mind. His favorite part about this other boy was that he made Blaine forget, something barely anyone had been able to do anymore, even Wes.

Crap, Blaine thought. I need to call Wes or he's going to kill me.

"Hey, Kurt!" Blaine called to the glasz eyed boy who was currently looking at the collection of cufflinks the store seemed to possess. "I'll be right back. I have to go make a quick call," he said while brandishing his cell phone.

Kurt nodded before returning to his inspection of the merchandise.

"Hey…" Blaine said once Wes finally picked up.

"Hey! Hey! Blaine you had me worried half to death! Where have you been!" shouted his friend through their connection.

"Relax Wes. I was with a friend…" Blaine began trailing off.

"I hope you realize you are going to have to tell me everything," replied Wes with a sigh of defeat. "You can't really blame us from worrying though—"

He was interrupted by Blaine saying, "Us? Wes it's only you and me at the apartment. Who is us?"

"Well umm…."

"Hi Blaine!" screamed another voice in the background.

Blaine grinned and said, "David? I thought you were in Massachusetts until break?"

"I was, but then my professor got sick and they couldn't find a replacement. So here I was, all excited to see you, only to have you prancing about with some new boy toy," said their third musketeer.

"Well, listen guys, I'll be home later, see you," Blaine said before he hung up. Honestly, his friends were insane.

Kurt came up to Blaine then, giving him an entire outfit, complete with a set of cuff links. "Go try this on. It's far better than all the others and is just perfect for the interview," Kurt said with a grin.

Blaine walked out of the dressing room in a deep red vest along with a white button down shirt. Dark pants and a pair of converse along with his silver cuff links complimented his outfit. He had convinced Kurt to let him wear his converse only after a profuse argument, ending up in Blaine consenting to letting Kurt choose any tie he wanted as a final touch to the outfit.

Kurt came back moments later with a deep blue, almost black, tie.

"Can you put that on for me?" Blaine asked with a smirk while gesturing towards the tie.

Kurt blushed and did as he was bid, his fingers brushing Blaine's chest. "Perfect," he mumbled while flattening out his work.

Blaine smiled and their eyes met as Kurt looked up from his work and Blaine met his gaze. Blaine's breath hitched and Kurt blushed a deep crimson. The moment was perfect, and Kurt knew he wanted this.

Blaine stared into the two pools before him. Never in his life had he wanted to just pull him to him at that moment. The urge was unbearable. It was when Kurt began to lean towards him that Blaine realized what was about to happen, and the ache and anticipation of waiting for it actually surprised him.

Then one of the store clerks came over and asked if they wanted help with their purchase, the moment had been ruined.

It actually wasn't spoken of until they were in the car with Kurt driving Blaine home.

"Blaine about earlier I –"But he was cut off by Blaine saying, "It's totally cool, I get it." The smile on the boy's face was enough to break Kurt's heart, and he think it did, if only a little.

While at Blaine's door Kurt leaned in slightly glancing around them, before his lips made contact with his cheek. It was soft, tender and just precious. Blaine walked back into his apartment in a sort of happy daze, only to be knocked over in a tackle/hug that was being imposed upon him by David.

"Good to see you too man," Blaine managed to wheeze out after he was unleashed from the African- American's death grip.

"Let's go into the living room and chat! I want to hear everything about everything," Wes said from his post near the entryway, while simultaneously acting like he was a middle school girl, fluttering his eyelashes and waving his hands up and down excitedly.

"I might as soon as you stop flailing around and finally let me through," Blaine replied good naturedly.

The boys talked for hours, reminiscing about old times, and speaking of ones that had happened while at their respective colleges.

David was planning on studying law at Harvard while Wes prepared for medical school at NYU. Blaine was minoring in drama and studying diligently for music at Julliard.

Then conversation took a turn toward the Kurt.

"So… not that we were spying or anything…" began David before Wes cut in.

"Who was that pretty guy you were with out there?" Wes asked, ever the politician.

"Pretty guy? I have no idea who you're talking about?" Blaine said while feigning innocence.

Wes and David stared at him blankly until Blaine finally said, "Okay, he's the guy I met during my first day of classes. He's had a rough go so once you meet him, be easy on him pleas?" Blaine asked hopefully.

Wes and David seemed to share a look, before David said, "He seems special Blaine." It was a statement not a question.

"He is..." Blaine said wistfully. "But he doesn't need a relationship right now," declared the boy dutifully.

Wes and David shared a look. "He kissed you though…" Wes began.

"On the cheek," Blaine interrupted. "It was nothing more than a friendly gesture."

Wes and David shared a look, knowing that Blaine was lying to himself, but letting the subject dropped. They would bring it up another time, when everything wasn't as happy.

A/N: This is the basic summary of my joint fic with the Dark Queen of Insanity. Read and please tell me if you like it!

Blaine Anderson is a 'bobby' in England during the time of the notorious criminal Jack the Ripper. Kurt is the head steward of the famous actress Lady Santana, a profession that is considered the bottom of the chain of low class. One night after a performance she is brutally murdered and her fortune is given to a Master Kurt. He is instructed to care for her lady in waiting and secret lover Brittany. When Kurt is suspected of being the criminal mastermind Jack the Ripper, murderer of his Lady, it's up to Blaine and the others to find out the true murderer and prove the innocence of his newest friend in a time where their love is considered a sin and is forbidden by all.

So ya like it? The first chapter will be up probably next week at the latest. I'll give more details in my next update Until then!

~Ginger