The night before Finn and Blaine were meant to arrive Kurt stood in the shower with his razor and contemplated something he'd never had to think about before. He stared at his body hair.

Generally it really wasn't something he thought about. He didn't have to shave any part of himself if he didn't feel like it. The only reason he had the razor in the first place was because he hated arm pit hair. Occasionally he'd trim his pubic hair, but only when it was getting out of control and he couldn't stop thinking about how kinda gross it was. He'd never had a REASON to be standing there like he was now, contemplating what to do with his body. He'd never had anybody to maybe look at it.

But there he was, looking at one of the few places that had actually gotten hairy since puberty and he didn't know what to do. Would shaving it send the wrong message? Would he even be comfortable with Blaine getting close enough to find out?

Would he look even younger if he shaved it? They already had a decent sized age gap, would this make it worse?

Kurt pouted and shifted his weight to the other foot, thinking. He caught sight of his leg hair. He wasn't a really hairy guy, so he'd never bothered caring about his legs, should he now? Was that something he should do? Didn't only swimmers and ice skaters shave their legs?

Kurt shifted again. The water was starting to get cold now, he'd have to make up his mind.

Maybe he'd just shave a little around the area, make an outline and then trim it… Leave the legs, they weren't that hairy and he didn't want Blaine to think he hadn't hit puberty. His voice already made that a worry sometimes. His dad had taken him to a doctor the year before to ask if his voice would ever drop, it hadn't looked promising.

"Yeah." Kurt nodded as the water started getting cool. "Just a little manscaping."

Kurt was still at school when they got to Finn's house. Maybe that was for the better. Blaine still wasn't sure about this. He'd looked it up, they weren't doing anything wrong fooling around with each other. Kurt was over the age of consent and their age gap was acceptable by the law. But having to look, it had scared him. He'd never had to worry about something like that before. Kurt was SO young.

Another thing Blaine had realized? He'd probably 'taken' Kurt's virginity. Not that the boy had complained or mentioned it, but, Blaine's stomach fell, he probably had. If Blaine was his first kiss and first date, he was DEFINITELY the first person to frot with Kurt.

Should he be doing this? Fooling around with a high school boy?

Blaine sighed.

"Mom said they set up the office with an air-mattress. They didn't want you to have to sleep on the couch for the whole time." Finn was saying as Blaine followed him up the stairs. "It'll be like having your own room." He opened a door at the end of the hall, just past Kurt's, and walked in. "See?"

"Yeah." Blaine smiled. It was a small room, only big enough for a desk and a couch really. Said couch had been pushed off to the side, the dents in the carpeting giving away its usual position, and an air-mattress had been put on the floor. It had sheets, a pillow, and a comforter already on top, like a real bed. "This is great, Finn." At least an air-mattress was more comfortable than the couch. This wouldn't be so bad. And he was close to Kurt. His was the only room that shared a wall.

"I'll just let you put stuff down. You hungry? I can make a good grilled cheese. I use the George Forman." Finn offered. He'd been really cheerily lately, like he was trying to help or something. Blaine didn't know what he was trying to help with.

"That'd be great, Finn. Thank you." Blaine was feeling a little hungry. He hadn't eaten breakfast, just downed some orange juice and forced Finn out of bed.

"Cool, dude." Finn smiled and then left, leaving the door open.

Blaine dumped his bag on the couch and sat down next to it. He'd brought a week's worth of clothes and then a few extra outfits for random occasions. He wondered what to do with them. There wasn't a closet in here, or any storage really. He'd have to live out of the suitcase for the entire time.

"Better than the living room by far though." Blaine mumbled to himself and then sighed. He eyed the air-mattress, slithered off the bed and flopped gently on it.

Something was… familiar. He buried his face in the pillow.

It smelled like Kurt.

Oh God, two weeks and he could already recognize Kurt's smell?

Blaine nuzzled into the pillow. Kurt's smell calmed his inner turmoil. He should just calm down and let things work out for themselves. Kurt hadn't mentioned any problems with what happened; in fact he'd seemed really happy and eager for it to happen again. Blaine should just chill. It was legal, it was mutual, it was… there.

He took in a deep breath full of Kurt smell. Comfort swam through him.

"Calm down." Mercedes laughed at him. "You're gonna jump out of your bones at this rate."

"He's coming back today." Kurt whispered quietly. "I can't help it."

"You've got it SO bad, boy." She smiled fondly.

"I can't help it." Kurt repeated. "I… I like him. And he likes me. That NEVER happens to me." Kurt sighed. "Excuse me for being happy."

"I won't excuse you." Mercedes shook her head. "You don't need to be excused for anything. I think it's cute really." She reached a hand out and petted Kurt's arm. "I like it when you're happy." There was something in her tone that he couldn't quite place.

Kurt smiled at her and stole another glance at the clock. Only one more hour and he'd be able to go home and see Blaine.

And Finn, too."

Blaine was better now and Finn had NO idea why. Why did people have to be so confusing? One minute Blaine's being all moody and depressed and the next he's bounding down the stairs and laughing at some joke Finn didn't understand.

Whatever made him better though, Finn was happy. Mopey Blaine wasn't fun at all.

"So what're we going to do for break? Any ideas?" Blaine asked as they ate their grilled cheese.

"Well…" Finn looked up so he could think better. "Burt wanted me to help in the shop a little, but he probably won't ask that now. 'Cause you're here and everything."

Blaine shook his head. "I don't want to impede on your family stuff Finn. I can just go back to my house in Westerville if it's gonna be a problem."

"No, dude." Finn shook his head. "We want you here. We just gotta figure out what to do." Finn shrugged. "Hey, maybe you could stay with Kurt when he gets home after school and I can go help Burt out in the afternoon?" It was a brilliant idea if he did say so himself. "'Cause you got along good with Kurt right?"

Blaine's triangle eyebrows shot up for a second, which was weird but whatever. Blaine's eyebrows sort of had their own mind. They fell back down and Blaine smiled. "Yeah, we do get along."

"Cool, then we'll see at dinner tonight if that's alright." Finn smiled. Sometimes he could be really smart, it made him happy. "You guys can talk about gay stuff. Kurt doesn't have anybody to do that with."

"True." Blaine nodded. "We could talk about that."

Then Blaine smiled like he did when he was tutoring Finn and he got something particularly hard right. It made Finn's smile brighter.