Helloo! New chapter yay! There isn't much I should tell you before going into this chapter except that there a few mentions of Finn. I hope you guys like it!

The next morning, the first thing Kurt woke up to was the image of Blaine lying in bed next to him. Kurt smiled gently and yawned as he tried to get himself out of the morning haze.

Wait. Blaine was in his bed.

Like a jolt of lightning, everything that happened the night before flashed through his head. "Whoa," Kurt said, sitting up suddenly and rubbing his eyes to wake himself up.

Blaine smiled, his hair sticking up in every direction, which Kurt immediately thought was absolutely adorable. "Good morning."

"Morning," Kurt replied groggily. "How long have you been up?"

Blaine hesitated with his answer. "Not long." Kurt could tell he wasn't telling the truth.

"You could have woken me up," Kurt yawned. "Honestly." Kurt never had a reason to get Blaine accustomed to his bedroom, so he wouldn't have known how to get around. And he couldn't make himself breakfast because Kurt didn't have the proper equipment.

"You deserved your sleep. Especially after everything that happened last night."

Well you deserve everything, Kurt wanted to say. "Hey, the swelling looks like it's going down," Kurt noted, tentatively touching Blaine's jaw right outside of where the bruise was forming.

Blaine winced. "Is it really that bad?"

"You look a little more rugged, but good rugged, like you could beat up a guy."

"I'll tell people I got in a fight with a pharmacist who turned out to be a drug dealer. You can get those confused very easily when you can't see who you're talking to."

Kurt laughed the loudest he had in days. "There's the Blaine I know." Kurt looked at the clock for the first time that morning, stunned that it was already eleven o'clock. "God, you must be starving." Kurt hopped out of bed and started for the bathroom. "Okay, let me brush my teeth and then I am making you breakfast in bed."

"I think I've been in bed long enough." Blaine sat up and grinned. "But, I would love some pancakes."

When Kurt returned from the bathroom-after taming his hair to the best of his ability-he smiled at the fact Blaine was wearing his clothes. "My pajamas are a great look on you, the KH on the shirt pocket really pulls it off."

Blaine touched his chest, smiling at the feeling of the embroidered letters. "I bet it does."

The breakfast started off quiet. Kurt made pancakes and scrambled eggs, even adding chocolate chips to the pancakes, hoping it would help brighten Blaine's day after such a horrible night. However, Blaine barely said a word. Usually when Blaine didn't talk it was because he was too busy eating, but this time he was hardly touching his plate.

"Blaine? Is everything okay?" Kurt asked, concerned. Blaine seemed distance, like his body was there in front of him, but his mind was somewhere far, far away.

"Hm?" When Blaine realized Kurt was talking to him he straightened himself up in the chair and cleared his throat. "Sorry, I was- I have a lot on my mind with work."

Kurt picked at the half-eaten eggs on his plate with his fork. "Is that all?" Kurt asked meekly.

"I want-" Blaine looked to be searching for the right words. "Everyone has things about their past that they keep close to them-close to their heart. And sometimes, they meet a person, a spectacular person," Blaine smiled to himself, "and even though this person means so much to them, they can't tell them about this crucial part of themselves because they're afraid."

Kurt knew the feeling. "Blaine-"

"Sam told me some things, about you."

Kurt's heart almost skipped a beat. "Like what?" Kurt asked, taking a bite of pancake and hoping he wouldn't choke on it.

"Sam told me about your mom...and your brother."

Surprisingly, Kurt didn't choke, but instead became extremely calm, which was usually a bad sign. "Oh," Kurt clenched his jaw, "and why did Sam feel like it was his place to share this information with you?"

"Because he knew you wouldn't."

Sam did have a point. Kurt probably wasn't going to tell Blaine about his mom or Finn anytime soon, but in all honesty he barely told anyone.

"And even though I wish you had told me, I know why you didn't. It's probably close to the same reason why I haven't told you...about my parents."

Then the dots started connecting themselves. Blaine always talked about his brother but rarely his parents, and the one time that he did mention his mother he stumbled over his words.

"The day I came over for the tuxedo fitting was the ten year anniversary of the accident. That day, I had asked my parents if we could go out to see a movie." Blaine eyes began welling with tears. "I just remember being so happy that day. The movie ended pretty late, and on our way home the last thing I remember was a flash of light coming straight at us." Blaine shuddered, and Kurt instinctively reached for Blaine's hand, squeezing it tightly. Blaine collected himself and continued, "The next thing I know, I'm waking up in the hospital to the news that we'd been hit by a drunk driver and that I am an orphan."

"Blaine I'm so-" What, sorry? Blaine didn't want Kurt to be sorry for him. "Thank you for telling me." Losing one of his parents was hard enough, and Kurt couldn't even imagine what losing both must have been like.

"Last night...I didn't even think about calling anyone else. I just needed to hear your voice." Blaine wiped a tear from his cheek. "Everyone treats me like I'm helpless. I know people stare at me and I know no matter how hard they try people will always treat me differently. But ever since I met you, I haven't felt like I lost anything during that accident. I want to know you, and I want you to know me, and I hope you feel the same way."

It was like a dam had been broken; everything that Kurt was harboring inside came pouring out like a river that'd been building up power for years. He told Blaine about his mother, and Finn, and high school. He told Blaine about his years of bullying and hardships he encountered during college. It wasn't as difficult as he thought it would be, and maybe it was because it was Blaine, Blaine was special, he'd always been special.

Their conversation lasted for hours. It wasn't until Kurt remembered he had the afternoon shift at the coffee shop that he even thought of leaving the table. The uneaten pancakes had turned cold, and they had never once stopped holding hands.

For the next few days, Kurt and Blaine were in a sort of limbo. One thing was certain: Kurt and Blaine were more than just friends. Kurt had feelings for Blaine, that was a given, and Kurt didn't really know how much longer he could put any effort into hiding it. It was exhausting, really, especially when they were close, and Kurt could smell Blaine's cologne mixed with a hint of raspberries, which Kurt could never tell where it was coming from, maybe Blaine was made of raspberries. There were a few times Kurt found himself going in a for a kiss, but pulling away at the last second.

Why was he holding back so persistently? Most of the reason, he told himself, was because he wanted to wait for Blaine to initiate. There was a constant itching in that back of Kurt's mind that reminded him that Blaine might not feel the same way, and he didn't want to ruin the friendship they had been building for the past month and a half.

"I don't understand why I'm not getting it," Kurt said during his piano lesson that Tuesday afternoon, frustrated that he kept messing up the chords of a fairly simple song.

"Kurt, it's okay, that's why I'm here," Blaine assured him. "Here, let me just…" Kurt scooted over to the edge of the piano bench and let Blaine sit next to him. Blaine showed Kurt the chords himself first, and then asked Kurt to play them back. When Kurt still couldn't get them right, Blaine put his hand on top of Kurt's and guided him as he played, which made Kurt play even worse because he could no longer concentrate.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," Kurt sighed. "I'm sorry."

"You're doing great, don't be so hard on yourself. You're picking it up much faster than I did."

"You started learning to play when you were four," Kurt deadpanned.

Blaine burst into laughter and Kurt couldn't help but follow, Blaine's laugh was unbelievably contagious. "I laugh so much more when I'm with you," Blaine said, cheeks immediately becoming red.

"Me too," Kurt smiled.

The room was completely silent, which Kurt wasn't used to, since the room was usually filled with the music from the piano.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked softly.

"Yes?"

"Do you think I'm...I mean, do you think someone could find me handsome?"

Kurt's mouth went dry. "I-"

"Nevermind, you don't have to answer that. It's just...the last time I saw myself was when I was thirteen. Everyone looks awful when they're thirteen. I still imagine myself with acne and pudgy cheeks. Sometimes I just wonder what I look like now."

Kurt couldn't even imagine still thinking he looked as he did at thirteen. Blaine was right, everyone looks awful at thirteen.

"Okay, face me," Kurt said, positioning himself so he could get a better view of Blaine. Blaine twisted his face up and stuck out his tongue as Kurt examined him. "Yes, absolutely beautiful." Blaine smiled and something about his face began to glow, and Kurt wanted Blaine to know exactly how handsome he was, so he didn't hold back. "Your skin looks perfect, well, minus the bruise, which is looking a lot better by the way. And your jawline is just the right angle, and I can assure you that your cheeks are no longer pudgy...And your eyes have this sparkle to them…at first I couldn't possibly believe they were your natural color." Then Kurt's eyes fell to Blaine's lips. "And your lips…" He leaned forward, and without any hesitation, pressed his lips to Blaine's. His lips were warm and soft and everything he thought they would be. "I hope that answers your question," Kurt whispered.

Once Kurt pulled away, Blaine's expression changed into a mix of astonishment and confusion-but mostly confusion. "Kurt…" he said softly, touching his lips.

When Kurt realized what he just did, his whole body tensed as blood rushed to his cheeks in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I can go if you-"

"Wait," Blaine cut him off, his voice earnest. Blaine's hand slowly reached out for Kurt, but retracted tentatively when it neared his cheek. Seeing what Blaine was trying to do, Kurt took Blaine's hand and carefully placed it on his cheek, trying to stay as still as possible.

Kurt let out a shaky breath as Blaine lifted his other hand to Kurt's cheek. "Is this okay?" Blaine asked, hands barely putting any pressure on Kurt's skin.

Kurt nodded slowly into Blaine's hands. Gently, Blaine brushed his thumbs across Kurt's across his nose and forehead, prompting Kurt's eyes to flutter shut as Blaine learned his profile. "What color are your eyes?"

"Blue," Kurt whispered, not helping the smile that crept across his lips. Kurt blinked open his eyes for a moment to gauge Blaine's reaction, and he was smiling too.

There were a few moments of silence before Blaine brushed the pad of his thumb across Kurt's lips, parting them slightly. Within seconds Blaine's thumb was replaced by his lips, pressing firmly against Kurt's. Kurt kissed back, trying not to scare Blaine with how much he'd built up inside, how much he wanted this. Kurt held Blaine's arms in place, keeping them there, in that moment, for as long as they possibly could before they had to come up for air.

Blaine grinned bashfully and Kurt couldn't help what he said next. "You're so cute," he blurted, immediately trying not to laugh at himself.

"I'm cute? I thought I was handsome," Blaine said smiling.

You're everything. "I think we're going to have to take a raincheck on this lesson," Kurt said, closing the cover over the piano keys and going in for another kiss.

And in that instant, nothing nor anyone but Blaine mattered, and everything was perfect.

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