-Kurt's POV-

It's 3:00 am, I should really start sleeping sometime soon. But I can't, not with him right up against me. His arm is lying sneakily over my waist, preventing any chance of escape. Then again, I don't really feel like leaving. Regardless of my feelings, he's warm.

"Kurt…" Did he just mumble my name?

I couldn't turn without waking him, so I listened to see if he would say anything further.

He did not. It appeared he was still asleep. I guess he was dreaming about me. Aw, that's awfully cute.

I took this time to consider my options. Do I really love Blaine? The obvious answer is yes. I don't even need to think about it.

But do I love Adam? In short, no. He's a good friend, and I really like him, but I don't love him.

So why do I feel so guilty?

"Please don't go…" There's Blaine again, interrupting my thoughts.

"I won't go." I whispered back, knowing he couldn't hear me.

I felt content laying there in his arms, and finally sleep came to me.

-Rachel's POV-

I woke up, my clock read 12:00 pm. There goes any hope of calling Kurt and going out for morning coffee.

But as I truly woke up, I remembered that something happened last night. Something astoundingly wonderful happened that blew the thought of morning coffee straight out of my mind.

I turned my head and saw Finn laying there without a shirt.

Ah, now I remember.

I looked down at myself and realized I was in only a bra and panties. Oh my God, are my dads up? Did they hear us last night? I hope not.

Then again, I am an adult. I can take responsibility for my own actions.

I turned back to look at Finn. I admired his features. His nose is in perfect proportion with his face. At least, I think so. He was smiling slightly, even in his sleep.

I placed my hand on his cheek. That startled him and his eyes darted open.

He relaxed when he saw me. "I'm still sleepy." He said.

The corners of my mouth twitched upwards. "Then go back to sleep, baby. I'll be right here when you wake up." I kissed his perfectly proportioned nose and watched him fall back asleep.

-Kurt's POV-

I woke up and immediately felt cold. Where was Blaine?

My question answered itself as I turned my head and saw him reading my fashion magazines again.

He looked up and saw me. "Hey." He said, so quietly I could barely catch it.

"Hey." I said, at the same volume.

He looked back down and continued to read, so I stretched and busied myself with picking out my outfit for the day.

It went on for several minutes like that, neither of us saying a word. I didn't mind, really. It was nice that we could be right next to each other in silence, but still comfortable. In a strange way it made me feel closer to him.

"So are you going to tell me how you've been lately?" I questioned.

He smiled and closed the magazine, throwing it down on the pile of others.

"You ready for this?" He said. I laughed and he continued, "Last night I told my dad I was going to come see you. He gave me a look, but then said 'You really love that kid, don't you?' It was the first time he acknowledged my being gay in a non-negative way. It wasn't exactly positive, but I'll take it."

He beamed. I blushed. He still loved me. I knew that, of course, but I acted like he didn't so I could breathe easier at times.

There was a sudden tension in the air.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked nervously.

"Yes? What do you want?" I asked in a monotone.

"I need you. I know I've said it a million times, but I am so sorry for what I did to you." He spoke quietly, but still above a whisper. He wanted to make sure I heard him, but was approaching the topic delicately.

I bit my bottom lip.

"Do you really want to start this again? I told you I loved you too. What else do you want me to say?" I said, a bit forcefully.

"You told me you loved me back in November, but it's April now. What my dad said to me last night, it made me think about you. And that is something I have been trying so hard not to do so I don't end up hurting you again. I don't ever want you to hurt, especially not on my account. Don't you understand?" There was a hint of desperation in his voice, but there was also sincerity. He meant every word of it.

I took in a breath, but didn't let it out right away.

"Say something, please." He said.

I suddenly became very interested in the hair covering my eyes. I brushed it out of my face, and with all my will-power turned to face Blaine.

He looked like a sad puppy dog, the kind that is a part of those abused animal commercials. Like them, he just wanted someone to love him. Someone like me.

"I love you. There, I said it. I have tried and tried to stop feeling it. It's not fair to Adam or you, and frankly it's not fair to me either."
His eyes lit up. "You do?" It's as if he only heard the first sentence.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah." I turned my back to him and went back to focusing on today's outfit.

Before I knew it, I felt his presence right behind me. I turned around and saw those amber eyes boring into my blue ones. They were full of need and want. I felt his hand cup my face and felt his lips come in contact with mine.

The world is a wonderful place, y'know? Everything is bliss and happiness. That's the only thought I had in this moment. I placed my arms on his shoulders and around his neck. Why shouldn't we be doing this?

Oh right, Adam. Dammit.

"No, stop." I pulled away. All my troubles in the world came flooding back to me.

"Why? You just admitted what I suspected you had been feeling for me, and you want to stop?" He looked serious.

"No of course I don't want to stop, it's just-"

"-Adam." He cut me off. He was hurt, just like Adam was hurt when he stormed out of my apartment yesterday morning.

And that's exactly what Blaine did.

"Blaine!" I called after him.

"Just leave me alone." He replied roughly.

Ouch. What I did wasn't all that bad, was it? Was it?

I sighed and followed him downstairs. I made it just in time to see him getting into his car.

"What happened? You two looked happy last night, like the old chemistry had come back." My dad said.

I choked out a laugh. "Tina said something like that the last time I was here." I turned around and went upstairs without answering his question.

Uh oh, Blaine has left the building. Dundundun… At least things are looking up for Finchel!

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