Chapter 11

Blaine doesn't know how it happened, but Kurt is in his kitchen making dinner or a snack, or something that smells amazing. Blaine remembered their talk, remembered holding Kurt in his arms, remembering thinking that he never wanted to let him go. Then he must have fallen asleep, because he woke up alone, a blanket draped around him, the only noise in the house a soft hum of his kitchen radio that he was sure was broken.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asked, breaking out of his thoughts as he stared at Kurt from the doorway, his body leaning back against the wooden frame casually, his hands over his stomach trying to push the butterfly sensation away.

Kurt jumped and Blaine felt guilty, he shouldn't have startled him, he should wear a bell or something. "I thought I could make you something to eat, I mean..." Kurt looked down, this was inappropriate he shouldn't be in Blaine's kitchen making him dinner. This was wrong, wasn't it?

"It smells amazing!" Blaine grinned walking in, hoping he could shake Kurt out of the doubt he was wrapped up in. "You're a good cook." Blaine commented, he jumped up on the kitchen counter causing Kurt to chuckle and roll his eyes.

"And you're a child. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to sit up there?" Kurt smiled. Blaine could swear that it was a cheeky smile. He liked it.

"No...My mother was never really in the kitchen." Blaine grinned. "My dad was the super chef."

"Really?" Kurt tilted his head. He could never picture his dad in the kitchen cooking something that you didn't need to put in the microwave.

"Yeah, my Mom was more of a socialite, my dad made money so my mom spent it. But she was never like the Real Housewives Of The Orange County or anything." Blaine grinned.

Kurt beamed up at him. "I love that show."

"So do I." Blaine smiled. He wondered when talking to Kurt like this became so easy? This was the first genuine conversation they had where one of them wasn't breaking down, it was simple and comfortable and Blaine hated thinking it, but it felt right. "Back to your food, what are you making? I haven't been to the store this week, I'm surprised you found something in the cupboards that could smell this good."

"It's just pasta." Kurt chuckled. "You had one bag left, so I used it. I hope you don't mind?"

"How can I mind? You're feeding me." Blaine grinned, kicking his legs a little. Unaware just how close Kurt was watching him, he was enjoying seeing his teacher like this; not acting like a teacher, but like a friend. Kurt shrugged and went back to mixing the pasta. Blaine jumped down and walked into the front room flicking the television on, "Kurt! The housewives are on, shall we eat in front of the television?"

Kurt smiled into the saucepan. Blaine didn't want him to leave. Kurt knew he would have to go at some point, he couldn't spend the whole weekend here could he? Kurt dished the food up just as Blaine waltzed back into the room. "Why are you so happy?" Kurt asked, the question slipping from his lips without him even thinking about it. Blaine blinked at him completely puzzled. "Sorry..."

"Because you seem happy." Blaine said softly. "You are happy right?"

Kurt frowned, no one had ever asked him that. It was such a simple question, yet he had no idea how to answer that. "Kurt..." Blaine pressed, chewing his lip nervously.

"I don't know if I'm happy." Kurt answered quietly, honestly. "But I feel okay."

"Well I will take okay." Blaine smiled, he walked over and rubbed his arm softly. "I want you to know what happy is, Kurt." Blaine whispered before pulling Kurt into his arms.

"Why?" Kurt frowned, his arms wrapping around Blaine a little awkwardly. He had only just realised now that he was taller than him, this made him giggle a little.

"Because you deserve it. I hate that you've been through so much. And from what I have googled, if you're calm and at peace with your environment then the voice won't come back as much."

Kurt looked up at him slowly. "You googled it..."

"I just wanted to find a way to help you." Blaine whispered, suddenly scared that he had done the wrong thing. Maybe he shouldn't have done that. Maybe Kurt just wanted him to leave it alone.

"Thank you. I always...I always wanted to google it, but I was scared of what I would find." Blaine's heart ached at how sad and scared Kurt sounded.

"We can look at it together if you want to? It's not bad." Blaine assured him but Kurt shook his head. "Okay, when you're ready." Kurt nodded, and Blaine hated that the awkwardness was back. He wanted it gone desperately. "Come on, your amazing pasta is going to go cold. Let's grab some pop and we can go and have a lazy evening in front of the television."

"What about me going home?" Kurt asked, hating himself for asking but he had to know.

"If you're not happy at home, and it's okay with your dad, you can stay here. I have a guest bedroom, you could crash in for the night. If you want? I just... You deserve one weekend with no worries and no voice."

"Thank you." Blaine was lucky he hadn't picked up his food yet, because he had an armful of Kurt. Blaine smiled and rubbed his back softly. "Thank you." Kurt whispered again, burying his head in the crook of Blaine's neck.

"I take that as a yes?" Blaine smiled, his voice soft as he continued to run his hand up and down his back, enjoying the way his body arched forward against him.

"Yes." Kurt smiled, pulling back ever so slightly and looking up at his teacher and new friend. "It's a yes."

"Good, now come on I need to eat." Blaine grabbed both of their plates and walked into the living room, a smiling Kurt followed quickly, an extra bounce in his step.