A/N: I am so sorry! I actually had Ch. 10 ready to post yesterday but when I was doing my final edit... I decided I didn't like it and scrapped the whole thing and wrote this one instead. My original plan was for them to have another fight but still come to the same conclusion as the end of this one, but decided to go a different direction. I'm sure you'll appreciate it. You'll get Kurt's side next week... at least I think, I don't know if I'll have time to write two chapters. Just check the A/N at the end to see why. Okay, the necessary stuff.

Warnings: Klaine bickering and... stuff.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters depicted, this is a work of fan fiction.

Enjoy!... No, seriously, enjoy. You'll thank me.

"Ten points to Gryffindor!" Blaine shouted excitedly around the piece of popcorn that he just caught with his mouth.

"Boo! That's barely worth five!"

"Don't be a sore loser, Coop!" the teen jumped down from the couch, grabbing a few more pieces to munch on happily—in victory over his brother. They had been playing this game since Cooper declared that the movie they were watching had bad acting, the characters were dull and they did not show enough emotion ("Where is their pointing?! Completely unprofessional!"). The rules were simple, catch a piece of popcorn in your mouth and grade yourself on a scale of one to ten on the difficulty and "coolness".

"You are exacerbating," the man said but ignored Blaine's challenging look and raised eyebrow, suddenly looking thoughtful.

Blaine just rolled his eyes and took a seat on the couch, hoarding the popcorn from his brother out of spite for basically being called the eccentric sibling. While Blaine could admit that his brother has been having a lot of clever moments lately, he would never agree to his brother being the lesser personality... or not annoying ninety-five percent of the time. That does not mean he did not appreciate him any less, especially with his support through the break-up and these last few weeks; even more so with coming back into his life the way he had within the last year. The fact that Cooper had any interest in Blaine's life was weird, but he was slowly becoming comfortable with the attention.

"So, Blainers," slate-grey eyes bore into hazel with a seriousness that Blaine had seen plenty of over the last few weeks. "What's up with you and Kurt and this 'starting over' thing?"

The teen huffed, head falling back against the couch, "It's 'starting again', not 'starting over'."

"I don't understand how those are different," Cooper responded slowly, sounding confused.

Blaine blew air up his face, the curls that were lying against his forehead flopped around from being disturbed but remained, for the most part, unmoved. The playing with his hair gave him a few minutes to try and explain it to Cooper; but he was drawing a blank—actually, he'd been drawing a blank since Kurt had left for home that evening.

Whether he was busy or not, Blaine had it on his mind, trying to figure it out. The actual definitions of the words were simple, similar but different; but the actual meaning, where this whole thing was going to lead Kurt and him was confusing. That and, "They are. Kurt and I just haven't—" he shrugged, his eyes dropped down to the popcorn bowl, fingers playing with the pieces within, "I mean, 'starting over' implies that we would go back to being friends before—if we move on past that point. But 'starting again' would be finding the point in which we messed up at and starting there to fix things—" Blaine sighed heavily, falling back into the couch with a sag, "—at least I think."

Cooper snorted, taking the bowl out of his younger brother's weak grasp, "That's so complicated. I don't understand why you can't make it simpler. And what's up with this 'I think' stuff?"

"Well," the teen shrugged, "we haven't really talked about it."

"Really?" Cooper sounded surprised. He was probably staring at Blaine in surprise too, but the teen refused to look up at his brother right now. Unintentional as it was, this situation between him and Kurt was becoming more and more sensitive the longer they let things remain unspoken. "That doesn't sound like you two."

"I know," Blaine whispered, nearly afraid to admit it; because it was true, this was not like them. They communicated... at least they were supposed to now, that's how they were going to solve their problems, by talking. He did not think that Kurt was purposefully avoiding the subject... Blaine knew that they were not talking about it because they did not really know how to deal with all the new, he calls them "road blocks", without hesitating at every step. He did not want to have to ask Kurt at every point if things were "okay"; Blaine should know, since he was the other half of the relationship... but he this was all new to him. It was not like he knew how to handle any of it.

How exactly does one handle a situation like this anyways?

Going back to being just friends left a lot to be desired with Blaine. They already know each other as friends.

That was not where things changed for them either. Yes, there were new quirks about them or things they liked over disliked or how their life is going or where it is going. But if they talked about those few things, they would run out of new things to talk about. As Blaine saw it, they had not changed much. In the way that he saw Kurt change, it was not in the friend sense. Had Blaine and him been friends, Kurt would have never used him for sex and left him high and dry in the relationship area. That whole debacle started because they were boyfriends, Blaine hurt Kurt and Kurt wanted revenge.

Best friends would not hurt each other like that... so maybe that was a possible solution for them. To go back to being friends and learn how to act around each other again.

But that's stupid. We know how to be around each other as friends... we need to work on our relationship if we want to solve things. Not relearn one another—except like that. Blaine's eyes widened and he shook his head ever so slightly, Gutter, gutter! Get out! With a groan he fell side-ways on the couch, pressing the heel of his hands against his closed eyes, silently cursing his teenage hormonal state.

Feeling very tired, Blaine let his mind blank out, preparing to fall asleep right where he was.

"Hey, Blainey?" Cooper's voice interrupted his non-thoughts.

"Yeah?"

The man stayed silent for a few seconds, letting Blaine drift back and forth between awareness and the impending dream-land; but disturbed Blaine gently by running fingers through his hair in a petting motion. "Is Kurt coming today?"

"Don't think so," he muttered against the couch cushion, "He's helping his dad at work. He'll be tired... and it's getting late."

Blaine had the vague feeling that Cooper nodded, adding a quiet "Yeah", right before he fell fully asleep.

As he slowly began to wake up, Blaine felt like his hair was gently being pulled away from his head, curls pulled a part before being twirled back together. He only realized it was fingers after they drove into his hair, massaging his scalp before gently pulling at his curls again. Blaine sighed happily, turning his head to give the person more access and sneaking a peak while he was at it.

Kurt smiled at him, clearly amused but did not argue, "Hey, Sleepy-head."

"Hi," the younger teen closed his eyes again, letting himself slowly wake up and enjoying not having to rush into awareness. "Why are you here?"

The fingers in his hair froze suddenly, "I just—" they continued but were pulled back slightly, "—wanted to see you."

"'kay," Blaine said, feeling the indentions on his face and arm from the cushion as he shifted around. Only noticing after a few seconds of disappointing petting, that his question might have been taken the wrong way. He peaked up at Kurt again, noticing how his lips were pursed and his eyes looked sad and distant. Blaine reached out and touched Kurt's cheek with a single finger, "Thought you'd be tired and wouldn't come."

The other teen chuckled suddenly and he slipped his hand to the back of Blaine's head, pulling him forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead. But when he pulled back, this—look came over his face, haughting and lonely and sad and... wanting. He leaned forward again, kissing Blaine's forehead twice then sliding his lips down the bridge of Blaine's nose, over to his exposed cheek, then down again to the corner of his mouth. Kurt let himself linger there, eyes clenched shut and breath stuttering—as if he was about to cry.

Blaine's heart clenched tightly as he watched this through practically crossed hazel eyes. There was a line and they crossed it without even talking about it... but then again...

If we didn't talk about it... technically there is no line.

But...

He wanted to do what was right for them, for their relationship. He was still not sure what all he would be able to do with how things were. But right at this moment, this very second, he wanted to do what was right for Kurt... and with the way Kurt seemed to be unraveling before him, the right thing to do was what Kurt wanted.

...and he had always been good at knowing what Kurt wanted.

Blaine tilted his head up, eyes closing, affectively sliding his lips across Kurt's until they were fully pressed together. They were barely even touching, Kurt's smooth and dry lips pressing into his own cracked and chewed at ones (a habit that Kurt had managed to break him out of before they started dating, but came back nearly two months ago with a vengeance). He could tell that Kurt was not fully satisfied with that, so he pressed harder and opened his mouth a little—that was all it took for Kurt to press back, his own mouth opening and lips pressing wetly against Blaine's.

The taller teen's fingers clenched in his hair and the front of his shirt, pulling Blaine closer—before Kurt's whole body was moving to crawl on top of Blaine... awkwardly. Their mouths did not separate but Blaine had not been laying fully on the couch in the first place, his legs still hanging off the front with his butt pressing into the arm of the couch while his torso had been near the edge. With Kurt now pushing him down on his back Blaine adjusted himself quickly to make it less awkward for them both, slinging his left leg over the arm of the couch and stretching out his right. It gave Kurt room to straddle his left leg as he moved in lay half on top of Blaine and in the space between the shorter teen and the back of the couch.

As their mouths moved against each other with more pressure, hands felt the need to move as well; but Blaine caught the one that had been clenching his shirt before it moved too far, pressing against his chest while interlacing their fingers. Blaine's other hand though, slid to rest on Kurt's lower back, feeling the heat of him through his shirt, holding the taller teen closer.

Just as quickly as the kiss heated up it slowed and became more lingering. Kurt relaxed against Blaine, softening the pressure of his mouth against the shorter teen's, drawing out each brush feeling the wetness of the kiss beginning to dry and cause their lips to stick together. With one final kiss and breathing each other in, they both pull back and opened their eyes.

Blaine smirks, but the humor does not quite reach his eyes, "So much for 'just friends'."

Kurt sighs heavily, but does not look away, "We're not strangers, Blaine."

"Of course not," he quickly assures, confused.

"So why do we need to start as friends again? We know each other," Kurt said with conviction. "I mean, do you want to be friends?"

The curly haired teen shrugged, "Well, yes."

"Do you want to be just friends?"

Blaine shook his head, holding Kurt's hand closer to his heart, "No."

"Then it isn't our friendship that we need to work on, is it?" His fingers splayed out on Blaine's chest, rubbing at the material of his shirt before relaxing into the hazel-eyed teen's grip, "If we want to be together later on, we need to figure things out while we're together. It doesn't make sense to try to fix things in order for us to be a couple, if we're trying to do that while just friends."

A smile pulled at the corners of Blaine's mouth, eyes feeling like they were burning into Kurt's, "So this isn't about talking... but trial and error?"

Kurt huffed, looking a little affronted, "You can make this sound like a science experiment all you want. As long as it's chemistry we're talking about."

"Of course," he agreed immediately, nodding his head enthusiastically.

"Dork," the taller teen whispered, tucking his head into the curve of Blaine's neck.

"You mean adorkable," Blaine responded, scoffing.

Kurt simply laughed... and Blaine could only smile in kind. Now he knew that Kurt was just as invested into their future as he was (not that he ever doubted it, it was just nice to know). It was certainly turning out better than he had initially expected. With the way that things happened and how they were going, it was nice that things were looking better by the day. Kurt coming back into his life was the last possible thing he could have expected by trying to kill himself again; but when he did and they had been at a complete stand still with Kurt only helping as a "friend", Blaine almost wanted to give up hope but not let go and let Kurt down.

He did not have to worry about that (the "For now" he ignored and push back into a far corner of his mind).

Blaine moved his arm up to wrap around Kurt's shoulders, turning and pressing the growing smile into Kurt's hair, "Better than that boyfriend pillow, huh?"

Kurt jerked away, staring at him with wide eyes before pushing himself up to hover over Blaine, "Who told you about that?"

"No one," Blaine said with a smirk... that quickly dropped into a frown when he noticed narrowed blue eyes, amending his answer quickly, "Santana."

"That—that... bitch!"

"Kurt..." the shorter teen said gently, not wanting to have the other teen riled with they had just been cuddling, "please, just, lay down again."

Kurt flopped down, causing Blaine to emit a small "Oof" that was ignored, "It's so embarrassing that you know now!"

Blaine patted his back, saying jokingly, "We'll get through it. I'll somehow survive that you've been lying in some other man's arm..."

The taller teen hit him across the chest, "Not funny!"

He just laughed, "It's a little funny."

"No, not at all."

"No?"

"No."

"Well then..." Blaine whispered, turning his head away dramatically, "then I shall never see you again!"

Kurt huffed against his neck, "Dork."

"Your dork," he responded bravely.

The blue-eyed teen did not respond immediately, but Blaine felt the smile against his neck, so he was not worried.

"Yes," Kurt finally said.

Blaine smiled and laughed up at the ceiling, "And that's totally awesome!"

"Oh my—" Kurt hit him lightly across the chest again. "Stop ruining the moment."

He just laughed again.

A/N: Begin with HP reference, end with a VHPM reference! Awesome. Well, I hope you like this one, especially with the new direction that I decided to go in. Again, sorry for the lateness.

Also, next weeks might be a little late too because I am moving back to school and will be a little busy. I wanted next week's to be Kurt's POV, but I don't know if I'll have time to write two chapters, and I don't want to promise you'll get two if I don't have the time... but Kurt's POV is kind of important to where this is all going. So we'll all just have to wait and see.

Anyways, thanks for your continued interest and your patience for my everywhere-ness.

Until next time,

Anjel Starlight