AN: Hey everyone! Here's Chapter Six! Another long one, and sorry it took a bit longer than Chapter Five. I'm excited to start writing the next chapter though! It's about time I add some more drama. So, as I said before last chapter, I have poll up. The link is on my profile and it would really help me develop the story if a few of you took it. :) Oh! And I wanted to start a prompt fic. It can be a series of one-shots, or another chapter fic. So PM me any suggestions for that! Link to my tumblr is on my profile as well! Thanks so much for sticking around with me, and reviews are much appreciated! Thanks!

Chapter Six: The Morning After

Kurt's Perspective

I tiredly fluttered my eyelashes against the sunlight beaming in my window. When my head lifted involuntarily, I furrowed my brows in confusion. Eventually I opened my eyes and looked around me, trying to adjust my sight to the brightness in the room. My cheeks then flushed as I looked at what I was laying on. I was curled up next to Blaine, and his arm was draped around me lightly. My head was rested on his chest, which raised and lowered while he breathed softly. His previously gelled hair was losing its stick, causing dark curls to frame his face. He looked so content and peaceful as he slept, and I couldn't help but smile.

Finally the rational part of my thoughts reminded me that Blaine and I have just met, and we slept in the same bed together: cuddling. The door was still wide open, so I assumed my father didn't have the heart to drag him downstairs or something. I gently attempted to shift away from my friend, embarrassment still flaring on my cheeks. He mumbled in his sleep and tried to drag me closer as I rolled my eyes. "Blaine?" I whispered.

"'M tired…" he groaned, closing his eyes tighter.

I sighed and decided that being obnoxious would be a more successful alternative. So, I continuously poked his face while repeating his name silently, trying to get him to wake up.

"What time is it?" he grumbled, raising his hands to rub the sleep from his eyes.

"It's ten." I replied, shifting away from him as I did.

"Wait…" he began, as he looked around. When he saw me sitting next to him, he blushed deeply. "Oh, hey Kurt."

"Sorry for passing out on top of you…" I said awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck with one of my hands.

Blaine laughed and shook his head. "It's fine, Kurt. Don't worry about it."

I pulled myself out of bed, tiredly stumbling into my ensuite bathroom to do last night's skin routine. Blaine stretched and yawned then got out of my bed as well. "Good thing we went shopping yesterday, huh?" I said to fill the silence.

"Oh yeah, I've got all those sexy shirts in my car. Just… no pants. And I'm pretty sure you don't want me to wear these," he began while gesturing to his red skinny jeans, "with that fabulous green V-neck."

I nodded hurriedly. "Christmas is in three months, don't get carried away like every store in the mall."

Blaine smiled and pulled his keys out of his pocket. "I'll be right back." he called out while racing down the stairs.

With Blaine gone temporarily, I was given the opportunity to think of what to do today. I could arrange a meeting with Wes and David so Blaine would know two more people before he came to Dalton. But, I decided against it. I ended up not making any plans at all and finished styling my hair just as my friend returned with his bag of shirts.

"So would you happen to have any pants I could borrow?" he asked. I chuckled and he swatted my arm lightly. "Oh, stop it."

I smiled sweetly and turned to face him completely, "I was laughing because my pants might be two or three inches longer than you're used to." Blaine sighed and mumbled something about being a hobbit, but I let it go while rolling my eyes. "It's fine, come here."

He followed me into my walk-in closet and I gestured to my line of jeans on hangers to my left. "Whoa," was all he managed to say as he skimmed through my clothing.

"Just pick out a few and I'll match them up with one of your shirts." I said happily. Blaine nodded absent-mindedly as he flipped through pairs upon pairs of jeans with his mouth still open in shock. Then I remembered that Blaine chose a blue scarf for me yesterday, that I left in my car. I turned around and informed him that I was going to go get it, and he, yet again, just nodded.

I walked swiftly down the stairs and pulled my keys out of the pocket of yesterday's jeans. I pressed the button to unlock my car, then leaned in the passenger seat to snatch it. After claiming the scarf in my hand, I closed the door and re-locked my Navigator. I headed back inside, whisking myself quickly back up the stairs to return to my room, to find Blaine humming while sitting on my bed with three pairs of jeans lying next to him. I gave him an approving smile and headed back to my closet to put together my outfit. After a few moments of internal debating and consideration, I threw a simple and stylish outfit together while wrapping the scarf around my neck. I smiled at my reflection approvingly then turned back to Blaine.

"Alright, let's see what we can do with these." I declared while looking over all of the eight items of clothing contently.

"So, what do you think?" he requested curiously.

"I think that these," I began while pulling a pair of navy slacks off my bed, "would go fantastically with this green cardigan and gray V-neck beneath it." I concluded matter-of-factly.

Blaine smiled and shook his head. "You and layers." he teased while taking the clothes from my arms and heading towards my bathroom to change. It didn't take long until the door reopened with a fashionably dressed Blaine to reappear with a wide smile on his face that made his hazel eyes shine with happiness. "You, are a miracle-worker, my friend." he complimented instantly.

"Well it seems like I'll be picking your clothes out more often if I get this kind of reaction." I replied with pride. "Maybe I'll design you a few things and get you to showcase them." I said, half-jokingly. What if I did? That would be fantastic! But I refused to let my hopes get too high.

"Would you really do that?" he inquired in awe.

I beamed at him excitedly and nodded in affirmation. "Of course! I love doing this kind of stuff!"

He laughed with delight and pulled me into a hug. I wonder what caused this kind of reaction, I thought to myself. Though I didn't let myself dwell on it, deciding to change the topic as we pulled away from one another. "So, what does my fabulous friend want to do today?" I questioned Blaine with a smile.

He rolled his eyes at my compliment and shrugged. "I really don't care, I'm free until about seven. The New Directions' are throwing some sort of 'going-away' party for me tonight. And, considering it's at Rachel's place without her dads there, I have a feeling it'll be a long night." Blaine groaned.

"What makes you think that?" I questioned with interest.

"Puck and Santana like to party with alcohol, and there is no way they won't be bringing enough for everyone to get wasted. Also, considering it's my going-away party, something is bound to go wrong."

"Sounds… interesting. Do you want me to tag along?" I asked shyly.

Blaine raised his thick eyebrows in surprise and nodded instantly. "That would be amazing." he sighed in relief.

"Well, now that we've got that settled, let's go eat something and plan what we're going to do for the rest of the day before the party." I suggested.

Blaine looked pleased and replied swiftly with, "Sounds good to me."

I turned around, heading towards the kitchen with Blaine at my heels. A sticky note was on the dining room table and I glanced it over quickly. It read:

"Kurt and Blaine,

Carole and I got called in early today,

Finn is at Puck's.

Just grab whatever you want to eat for the day.

Have a good day, kiddos.

Dad"

I smirked at the note and turned back to Blaine briefly. "No one's home for the rest of the day, it seems. Finn is at Puck's place, I guess." I said with a shrug.

"Cool, all the more time to sit around and watch musicals and Disney movies." My friend announced cheerfully.

I giggled and raced off to the kitchen. Blaine caught up with me and I looked at the time, it was a quarter past eleven. "Breakfast food or lunch?" I asked simply.

"Whatever you want is fine by me." Blaine claimed coolly.

"Well, sadly I don't feel like cooking something extravagant. I think cereal is going to be my best friend as of now." I claimed foolishly.

Unexpectedly, he pouted at my statement. After catching my questioning glance, he explained, "I thought we were best friends."

Even though it had only been two days since we met, I actually started to think the words were rather genuine and sincere. A faint blush spread across my cheeks while I smiled pleasantly. "Yeah, I think we are."

Blaine smiled in returned, holding my gaze for a few split seconds before eyeing the boxes of cereal in front of me. I chuckled silently and pulled a box of cocoa pebbles out for me. My best friend smirked and I rolled my eyes. "I'm assuming you want this one too?"

"Well I did say I'd have whatever you would like…" he began, leaving a slight pause before continuing, "and considering that's my favorite cereal, I simply cannot resist."

I grabbed two bowls and spoons before resting them on the dining room table, along with the cereal box. I grabbed the gallon of milk from the refrigerator before looking back at Blaine to ask, "What do you want to drink?"

"As I said before; whatever you want." he replied smoothly while pouring milk into his bowl of cereal.

"Orange juice it is, then." I decided for the both of us.

"Good stuff." Blaine chirped in approval. After a quick breakfast, we returned to my room to figure out what we wanted to do next. "I think I'm in the mood to sing, which is almost always, by the way." he said with a light-hearted laugh.

"Okay, so I've been completely obsessed with this one song recently." I confessed instantly.

"Do tell." Blaine asked, looking rather intrigued.

"Candles, by Hey Monday."

"Nice choice. I have to say that almost took me by utter surprise. When you're with the Warblers, you guys tend to give off the 'Top 40's' vibe."

"It's for the audience, in most cases." I replied with a shrug.

"You know what would make that song even better?" he asked.

I furrowed my brows in confusion and shook my head no. "What?"

"Singing it as a duet, of course. You and someone else could totally kill that song at Sectionals. Or Regionals, you guys probably have everything picked out by now."

"A duet? Wow, I never really thought about that. That's an awesome idea." I said with a smile breaking out on my face. And I have a good idea who I want my duet partner to be…

"I bet those Warbler guys would kill to sing that song with you."

I shrugged, not so sure if his comment was accurate. "I'll keep it in mind and tell the Counsel about it soon." I assured him.

He simply beamed with pride at my statement, then changed the topic. "Alright, so now we need to choose which movie to watch next…"

"Your turn to choose!" I exclaimed.

Blaine laughed and rose his hands in defeat. "Okay, okay!" he agreed as he skimmed through rows of my DVD collection, until he tugged out one and handed it to me.

"Beauty and the Beast? I absolutely adore this one!" I squealed in excitement before rushing to put in the movie and flopping back on my bed, with Blaine doing the same.

Blaine sat shoulder-to-shoulder with me on my bed and sighed. I turned to him while the beginning advertisements where still playing and frowned momentarily. He turned his head towards me and stiffened for a moment. "You noticed that, didn't you?" he said in a defeated tone.

I nodded and paused the DVD to keep my focus on him. "Are you alright?"

"In all honesty, not really."

Like the first day we met, I opened my arms and he crawled to sit in between my legs. I pulled him close to me and stroked the loose curls on his head as he sighed contently. "Want to talk about it?" I asked lightly, not wanting to pry anything from him.

"Are we really best friends?" he questioned in a slight fearful tone.

"I'd say you're mine. It's up to you if I'm your best friend, though."

He nodded against my chest before saying silently, "You're the first person I think I've ever trusted."

"Why?" I pondered out loud.

"I've had close friends, but they… they have always hurt me in the end. 'Cedes and I have been slipping apart, and I can't say we're really best friends. You're a first for me."

"Really?"

"Yep, and I think I should tell you something important…"

"If you want to, go ahead."

There was a slight pause as Blaine took a few moments to think, I assumed. Then finally, he said, "I'm scared."

I tensed momentarily at his words, then asked, "Why?"

"Because we're best friends."

I frowned after he said that. It hurt to hear that he was so broken that even having a new friendship frightened him. I couldn't blame him, he must've had a rough time to get to that stage. But that was Blaine's story to tell, so I replied a bit more creatively than usual, "I swear if you run out of this friendship, I will personally lure you to my house with Disney movies, musicals, and coffee."

Blaine laughed at that remark and shook his head. "Sounds like a good plan to me. But don't worry, you'll be the one running off."

My smile faltered and I tightened my arms around him, hugging and holding him closer. "Hey, don't say that. I'm not running off anytime soon. Plus, who else do I have to sit around and talk about Vogue magazines and hot guys with?" I pouted.

He shrugged and leant closer to me, relaxing at the sound of my teasing. "I don't know, someone who isn't obsessed with bow ties?"

"Well, on you, bow ties are cool, and V-necks are hot... Just to let you know."

"I'm glad you approve." Blaine said with a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

"I believe it's time for us to cry over this beautiful movie, don'tcha think?" I suggested.

"I completely agree." Blaine said with a nod against my chest as I pressed play. We never changed positions, because I knew he needed the comfort. I was happy that I was the one he wanted to receive it from. The movie started and we watched in silence at first, only speaking if we were reciting favorite lines or singing with the songs. I was determined to learn much more about Blaine Anderson within the next following days, maybe months, and hopefully even years. But right now was a time to just hold him in my arms, and ensure that he felt safe.