This is incredibly short. I'm sorry... I just have writer's block for this story, I have no idea what to do with it! Ack! But I'm sticking with it, don't worry :)

Kurt's POV

I've been avoiding Blaine lately. It was humiliating, crying in front of him yet again and this time completely throwing myself on him. He probably thinks I'm a freak now. We go our separate ways, having awkward take-out dinners and goodnight's right before bed.

The bullying has gotten much better since I punched Karofsky. They're now a little scared to mess with me. I've been getting closer to Mercedes lately too; it's nice. I was getting closer to Rachel, but then she sent some poor girl to a crack house.

I got home around ten that night; I was with Mercedes and Tina. Closing the door softly behind me, I call, "Blaine?" No response. He must have been asleep. I tiptoe to my room and do my nighttime routine as quickly as I can. I slip into bed when all of a sudden I hear something

"No, please…" It has to be Blaine. He's the only other person in the house.

"Daddy, I promise I'll be good." That makes my blood run cold. Blaine never called his Dad daddy… he didn't even call him by name, just a short, bitter, 'my father'. I creep over to Blaine's room.

"Please! Don't hurt me! I… I'll do anything, please! Please!" He shrieks. His eyes are closed and he's tossing and turning. "No!" He screams. "No!" I sit on his bed.

"Blaine, wake up." I say firmly. He keeps screaming. "Blaine, wake up!" I say a bit louder. Blaine lets out one last scream and opens his eyes. He sobs and sobs and I just hold him, because he did the same for me. That's what friends do." When he's done he looks up at me.

"Kurt?" He says, sounding confused. I nod and he says, "What… oh no, I had a nightmare, didn't I?" He sounds so small and vulnerable I just want to kiss all his pain away. Wait, wait. Kiss? Where did that come from? I shake the thought away and focus on Blaine.

"Yeah." I say. "Are you okay?"

He just shrugs and says, "I'm sorry about this. I was hoping you wouldn't find out." I shake my head.

"Blaine, it's my job to help you just like it's your job to help me. We're friends." I hear him mumble something but I can't make it out.

"What?" He looks away. "Nothing. Just…" Suddenly he's sitting up. "Kurt, I don't know if I…" He trails off again. I realized abruptly that he's getting closer now, too close for comfort. "Are you okay?" I ask.
And then his lips are on mine. I lean into it, almost unaware of what's going on, not fully realizing what's happening. I'm kissing Blaine. Blaine, who I live with, who took me in, who is pretty much my best friend, is kissing me. We break apart.

"Oh my god." He mumbles, pressing his hand to his lips. "Fuck. Did I really just do that? Please tell me this is some messed up dream."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, hurt.

"No, no… I just meant…"

"Spit it out, Blaine."

"Was that okay?" He asks. "Because you're my best friend, and I don't want to loose you. I am so, so sorry… It won't happen again, I promise." I'm not sure how to reply. On one hand, I loved that… it was amazing. On the other…

"It was wonderful." I tell him. Wonderful? What are you, the queen of England? "But Blaine… we should stay friends. I mean, what if we broke up? We would still be living together and that would be just… awkward." Blaine nods curtly.

"Well I… I'll see you, Kurt."

"I'll see you, Blaine." I reply, going back to bed.

I love you.