Hi everybody, sorry this update was a bit late. I am moving so a lot of my time has been spent packing and putting my stuff on storage. Plus I have a flight back home tomorrow and the place is a mess and need to put it back together before leaving.

Anyways!

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(Also a special chapter in The Big Purple Book

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IIIII

Chapter 16

Arrogant Ass, Demanding Bitch and…

They didn't go to class that day. Kurt was an emotional mess and felt too vulnerable to be seen by anybody… except Harry, who seemed equally unwilling to go out. They changed into their pajamas and cuddled on the bed. Harry's laptop was playing some Broadway music on the background that consisted mostly of Kurt's favorite songs and shows and made his heart melt by how personal the gesture was. Harry had draped himself over Kurt, covering as much of him as he could and holding him in a tight grip. He would continuously nuzzle his cheek and nose against Kurt, dropping soft kisses and letting his hands caress him in a tender manner.

Kurt had never felt this, this cherished before.

When the food arrived Harry had hovered over the door, making sure the delivery guy couldn't see inside. Kurt smiled to himself, thinking how endearing it was to have Harry in a protective mode. They ate, watched some movies and for the most part didn't talk. Kurt could appreciate the silence, because while they didn't exchange words they spent a lot of time catching each other's eyes and smiling.

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Blaine entered the room quietly, spotting Kurt and Harry asleep on the bed already. Harry was spooning Kurt from behind, holding him protectively and hiding him almost completely from view. He changed and eyed the bed. He really could use some comfort today, but he didn't, couldn't in fact, ask for that when he knew what had transpired between his friends today. He curled up in the bunk bed feeling cold and exhausted.

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Harry's eyes snapped open, bringing closer the body in front of him possessively in an unconscious move. He blinked a few times and relaxed his grip when Kurt made a small noise of displeasure. He strained his ear, trying to pin-point what had woken him up this time and slowly untangled himself from his boyfriend. With silent steps he walked towards the bunk bed, where Blaine was trashing around in distress. He kneeled by the bed and started to stroke his back and hair in a firm manner, to force him to acknowledge the touch.

"Harry?" asked Blaine in a vulnerable tone, his eyes opening in panic. Harry immediately reached out for him and Blaine came willingly into his arms, clumsily sliding out of the bed and into his lap desperately, his whole framing shaking.

"What brought this on?" asked Harry after Blaine's breathing seemed to calm down. Blaine guiltily looked away.

"I… I heard you and Kurt" mumbled Blaine embarrassed and ashamed. "I am so sorry! I know it was a private moment, but the things you were saying… I couldn't walk without hearing them… I am so sorry…"

"You silly Mockingbird" said Harry finally shaking his head. "What I said to Kurt, it's not something I am ashamed of or something I wouldn't repeat or hide. So, while I am not pleased with this new habit of yours of listening in, I am not mad ok?"

"Ok" said Blaine with a relieved sigh.

Harry grabbed his face gently, forcing him to look at him in the eyes. "You've been crying…"

"I… well…" Blaine mumbled incoherently.

Knowing Blaine didn't want to talk about it, Harry rolled his eyes with a playful smile. "You know? That kicked puppy look of yours is going to be a problem for your future boyfriend. You'll have him wrapped around your finger."

Blaine blushed, but smiled. "Like Kurt's pouty lip turns you into a well-trained labradoodle?"

Harry snorted. "I'll have you know if I was a dog, I'll be a Husky or a Malamute, or go straight for a wolf and skip the dog part altogether… besides, I am not even convinced I'd be a canine."

"Please, if I scratch behind your ear right now I'm pretty sure you'd start tapping your leg against the floor" Blaine said with a teasing tone.

"Come on smarty pants, let's get you into bed" said Harry while standing up and easily pulling Blaine with him. He nudged him towards the bed. "Get in…"

"The middle is your place" said Blaine looking up at him. "It's one of the rules."

"Well, I am making an amendment to the rule… for when you look like a kicked puppy" said Harry lightly.

"Don't make me scratch your head, you know I will, Kurt gave me permission" Blaine said defiantly.

Harry laughed. "First, you both overestimated how much I like that, second I'll bite if you try and third… I don't think you can reach anyways."

"Ok, that was totally uncalled for" said Blaine and pulled the dreaded puppy eyes on Harry.

"Nice try, but I know those aren't genuine" Harry said and Blaine's eyes got sadder, but he wasn't quite managing the look because of the amusement he was trying to conceal. "Remind me to tell Luna to teach you how to pull the perfect sad eyes, smooth down the edges of that fake look you're doing right now… it can definitely be useful in the future. Actually, I know this guy we can use it on. I haven't been able to convince him to sell me his vintage vinyl player and he's gay, but I am not his type and I don't think Kurt would appreciate me flirting it out of him anyways. Luna's sad look isn't as effective with him, I was going to offer an outrageous amount of money, but maybe your sad eyes can convince him…"

Blaine laughed, dropping all pretenses and gazing at Harry fondly. "Sometimes I really forget you're a crazy, manipulative, evil overlord that probably rules Dalton, if not the whole world, from the shadows."

Harry laughs. "I can't rule the whole world yet. I need to wait until Hermione finishes her education so I can dump it on her. I don't have the patience to rule the world, that's why we evil people are always seeking to destroy it; too much paperwork otherwise…"

"I feel I should be worried… this should be a worrying moment shouldn't it?" asked Blaine frowning.

"And that's proof enough of how good I am that I can lure you into a false sense of security even when showing you my true colors" smirked Harry.

He gently coaxed Blaine to the bed again and this time he didn't argue, more relaxed after their conversation. Kurt turned looking for a source of heat and immediately curled around Blaine, resting his chin on the top of his head. Harry spooned him from behind, his arms going as far as they could to reach his boyfriend as well. Blaine sighed contently.

"You didn't deny ruling Dalton from the shadows" he mumbled sleepily.

"Don't be silly Blaine, why on earth would I be interested in ruling Dalton?" asked Harry refraining from outright denying the statement. He moved so he was resting his forehead next to Kurt's. "Go to sleep now…"

"Nightmares" mumbled Blaine struggling against the tiredness.

"You won't have any" said Harry.

"Promise?" he asked in a hopeful voice.

"I promise" said Harry, and because he knew Blaine was more at ease when the comfort came hand in hand with silly comments he added. "I'll use my evil powers to keep them away."

Blaine fell asleep after giggling quietly to himself for a while. Harry almost laughed when ten minutes later he heard Blaine mumbling about Harry being the nicest evil thing in the world.

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Kurt woke up with a frown. Something was not right, he was comfortable and warm, but it wasn't the usual way he woke up. He opened his eyes and saw Harry's peaceful face, making the frown melt at the reminder of the day before and without thinking about it, he leaned forwards to kiss his boyfriend. The moment his lips made contact, he felt Harry stir and press back into him, with his own smile in place. He was going to shift to get closer when he realized Blaine was in the middle. Surprised he separated, despite Harry's sleepy noise of protest.

He frowned again, this time directing it to the curled form of his best friend. It's not that he doesn't like to cuddle Blaine; it's just that he only had two rules for this arrangement. Harry in the middle and he was the only one allowed to put a leg between his boyfriend's legs.

"He had a rough day yesterday" whispered Harry soothingly. "He tried to sleep on the bunk bed and had nightmares."

Kurt instantly relaxed, his not anger, but annoyance gone. He carefully took in how small Blaine looked curled against him, his tired expression and looked up at Harry in understanding.

"I made an amendment to the rule, if Blaine looks like somebody ran over his puppy we can let him in the middle" Harry said with a smirk and Kurt rolled his eyes with a quick smile.

"I guess we can change that rule in those circumstances" he agreed, he pouted. "You're so far away…"

Harry instantly seemed to soften at the combination of those words and Kurt's pout.

"Labradoodle" said Blaine after opening his eyes with a yawn and catching Kurt's pouty expression and Harry's melted one. "As comfy as this is, the air between you two is suffocating me. Dibs on the shower…"

Harry didn't say anything against it, which was rare since he always claimed the shower first, something the other two allowed only because he was in an out before the two of them even finished deciding who would go first.

However once Blaine had picked his uniform and towel, and pointedly left the room instead of using their bathroom, Kurt and Harry immediately turned to each other, kissing desperately. If they could make an exception to the Blaine in the middle rule, surely they could be allowed to make out on their bed every once in a while. Harry moved to lay over him, one arm keeping him from completely resting all his weight on his boyfriend and the other one teasingly caressing his side.

Kurt moaned and arched forwards, his hands slipping inside Harry's shirt, touching the skin available there as their tongues battled for dominance. It wasn't long before he forgot what he was supposed to be fighting for and had changed to playfully such the bottom lip of his boyfriend. Harry retaliated by biting his, an action Kurt corresponded by diggings his nails on Harry's back.

"Watch the claws" said Harry chuckling, unperturbed by the action and actually finding it quite hot. He started pressing kisses on Kurt's neck while the latter blushed embarrassed.

"Did I… uh… hurt… mmm…" tried to ask Kurt, while his eyes rolled at the back of his head.

"Is ok luv" said Harry, his accent stronger than usual and rolling pleasantly over Kurt. "You're a scratcher, can't really complain…"

"'m not" half protested Kurt, just as Harry sucked on that spot on his neck and he gasped, his traitorous nails biting into Harry's skin again, eliciting a moan from his boyfriend.

"As I said, can't complain…" said Harry with a mischievous air that Kurt knew was trouble. "I'm a bitter" and with that cocky remark he bit Kurt on the same spot he had just licked moments before and Kurt yelped, his whole body going into overdrive and nails ranking down Harry's back in what had to be a painful manner, but only elicited an appreciative moan.

Kurt scowled at Harry's open amusement.

"If you left a mark…" he started to say in between pants. Harry silenced him with a kiss and everything was forgotten for the ten minutes or so of make out time they were able to squeeze in before the alarm interrupted them.

With an annoyed noise, Harry silenced it and kissed Kurt for a few more seconds, calmly and without any of the previous urgency. He stared down at Kurt for a few seconds, smiling and just looking smitten for lack of a better word. Kurt smiled in return, positively swooning. It was hard to look at Harry now without feeling stupid butterflies in his stomach. After yesterday's speech, he had rediscovered how much he liked Harry and his attentions and almost everything about him.

Harry leaned for one last kiss before painfully getting out of the bed.

When Kurt had finished with his shower and stared at the massive hickey on his neck, he unwillingly smiled to himself. He also made a point of reminding himself to order Harry to drive him to the mall for concealer. He had to go back home that weekend after all.

IIIII

"Oh God, what the hell happened to them?" asked Fred disgusted.

"I thought we were past this sickening stage" said George on his other side.

"I think it's nice they are comfortable in public" said Blaine defensive of his friends.

"Oi!" protested Ron, scowling at Kurt and Harry. "None of that, you had your first month of honey mooning… hey! I'm talking to you two!" Harry and Kurt continued to ignore them from their curled positions in the corner, completely into each other, noses almost touching. "If you guys were any less cute together I'd be disgusted, disgusted I tell you!" dramatically said Ron and stormed out. He came back a minute later. "Come on Blaine, Harry told me I was supposed to take you to Luna today so she can teach you things."

"Things?" asked Blaine worried.

"Look, I follow orders, Hermione questions them, that's how the system works" shrugged Ron.

"For any enquiries or questioning of Harry's methods…" said one twin.

"You need to set an appointment, we'll email you the forms" said the other twin. Blaine looked very confused at that, but Ron was already dragging him away so he didn't bother asking if they were serious.

The twins stared at the couple for a while, trying unsuccessfully to get their attention and finally annoyed they both left. The moment they did Kurt and Harry looked at each other and started laughing.

"Works every time" said Harry with a smirk.

"I have to say, I always hated those couples that act overly sweet, but doing it on purpose to annoy people? That's so much more my style" said Kurt kissing him. Harry chuckled and kissed him back.

"I love to have you on the dark side" Harry said pecking his lips.

"The good side is lame anyways, I know, I used to live there" said Kurt rubbing their noses together.

"Wanna go out tomorrow?" asked Harry, playing with Kurt's tie distractedly.

"Uh, a spontaneous date night, sounds perfect" said Kurt enthusiastically.

"…wanna go to the mall and make people uncomfortable with displays of affection?" asked Harry cheerfully.

Kurt's eyes sparkled. "Only if we judge people while pretending to whisper sweet things to each other… and we make a pit stop in the Lima Bean."

"Deal" agreed Harry and they left the library hand in hand, stealing quick kisses and smiles, unknowingly acting in the overly sweet manner they both claimed to save to make people uncomfortable.

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The next day, while Harry was at practice and before their date night, Kurt dragged Blaine to the Lima Bean, feeling he had neglected his friend lately and wanted to make it up to him.

"So, is everything ok?" he asked once they had their drinks and sat down at their usual table.

Blaine smiled. "Yeah… I got in a weird mood for a while, but really, no need to worry… by the way, you know Luna?" Kurt nodded. "She is really scary when she wants to be" said Blaine with an apprehensive expression. "I swear I am more traumatized by the hour I spent with her than by my experiences in public high school."

"She can't be that bad" said Kurt thinking about it. "She's quite adorable and harmless you know?"

"You obviously haven't spent enough time with her" mumbled Blaine. "She is one of the scariest persons I've ever met."

"Now you're just being overly dramatic" said Kurt rolling his eyes.

"I am serious! If this was a horror movie, she would be the creepy girl that crawls out of the mirror or something" said Blaine with wide eyes.

"Luna?" asked Kurt with a skeptical tone. "The most threatening thing she can probably do is pull out a pair of scissors and…" he stopped, looked at Blaine and laughed. "Did she threaten to destroy your bow tie collection if you didn't do what you were supposed to do?"

"Maybe" Blaine said crossing his arms and looking away.

"I'm sure it's just a motivational tool" Kurt said reassuringly.

"She also said I needed an intervention" mumbled Blaine.

"Oh, don't listen to her, she's not always right" said Kurt and Blaine smiled.

"So, this might seem silly to ask since I have like a front row seat, but how are things with you and Harry?" asked Blaine drinking from his coffee.

"Great… really, really great" said Kurt smiling in a lovesick manner and twirling his cup distractedly. "The other day, we were talking and he made an offhand comment, said 'when we are living in New York…' and I sort of only processed that, because it's so big and he was so casual, like he knew we would still be together then and… I don't know, it's the most amazing feeling" Kurt sighed happily.

Blaine smiled genuinely happy for him. "It's strange you know?" at Kurt's confused look he added. "That before you arrived I saw Harry as… well as a bad influence and the type you want to stay away from, when in reality he's this sweet, romantic guy… and the best pillow ever. It's funny how different things can be from the truth."

"I know" said Kurt with a hum. "He's still an arrogant ass most of the time if it makes you feel better."

"Oh he is; no doubt about it" said Blaine with a quick nod. "It's hard to believe he can be that arrogant and still be likable."

"To be fair, I can be a total bitch, a demanding one for that matter" shrugged Kurt. The two of them laughed. "But enough of that, I brought you here for some us time, Gaga knows you spent enough time hearing about Harry and me."

"You are my best friend and Harry is at the top of the list, so I guess it can't be helped" said Blaine.

"Don't tell him that, he'll get smug and won't let you live it down" advised Kurt. "Wanna go window shopping?"

"Sure" agreed Blaine happily. "Hey Kurt, if you're a demanding bitch and Harry an arrogant ass, what does that make me?" Kurt drank from his cup to avoid blurting out the answer that came to his mind immediately. He smiled politely, if not a little on the fake side and stood up, walking to his car. "Kurt? Kurt! Oh common! It can't be that bad… Kuuurt, why won't you tell meeee!"

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Wes, David and Thad jumped out of the way, as a blurry figure rushed past them.

"Stop right there Blaine Anderson!" yelled Kurt running after the figure, his bag flapping behind him. "Why are you so freakishly fast!"

The three council members stared at each other, before sighing.

"Potter" the three of them said at the same time with annoyance, resignation and distaste respectively.

Harry stared at Blaine as he ran into their room, slamming the door closed behind him and using all his weight against it to keep it closed.

"If you're an arrogant ass and Kurt's a demanding bitch, what does that make me?" he asked in a rush, panting slightly.

Not missing a beat and far too accustomed to this type of situations, Harry started to explain. "You can be a…"

"Shut up right now!" yelled Kurt while banging the door. "Do not tell him Harry Potter or I swear on my scarf collection that you won't be getting any for a month!"

An awkward pause followed after that, which was interrupted by Kurt barreling against the door.

"Why are you so freakishly strong?" asked Blaine with a pained huff when he was pushed by the force of the impact to the floor. Kurt had ended up next to him, their limbs tangled.

Harry looked at both of them from above with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "You know, I don't understand why people worry I might corrupt you, the two of you are as childishly and crazy as the rest of us."

"He started it!" Blaine said pushing Kurt away so he could stand up.

"Did not!" snapped Kurt pushing him back.

"Wow" said Harry laughing, he considered walking away, but decided that would only get him in trouble. He helped them both get on their feet instead. Kurt and Blaine usually liked to keep their personal space personal, and they were both too conscious about their appearances to let go, so it was nice to see the two of them roughhousing with each other.

"Why won't you tell me?" complained Blaine crossing his arms. Kurt hesitated.

"He doesn't want to hurt your feelings" said Harry coming to the rescue. "But mostly, he knows unlike Kurt and me, you do care what people think and will obsess about it and try to change that part of yourself. Besides, if you can't figure out your flaws by yourself, then you're not ready to hear them from somebody else."

Kurt smiled appreciatively.

"What the hot guy without a shirt said" smirked Kurt.

Blaine really looked at Harry, who was indeed not wearing a shirt. He was only in pants and his running shoes. He frowned displeased.

"Why… you're not supposed to be participating in practices yet!" he accused. Kurt's smirk banished and he turned to his boyfriend with a scowl.

"Thank you Blaine" Harry said sarcastically. "It's not my fault you two came back early!"

"Harry James…" hissed Kurt crossing his arms and preparing himself for a long rant.

"I didn't put pressure on my ankle!" justified Harry before he could start.

"It's not just your ankle! You have a head injury too! The doctor said you are not supposed to do any sports for a while, why can't you just listen to what you are told? You don't have a medical degree do you?" without waiting for him to reply Kurt carried on. "Of course not, because if you had one you would know better!"

As Kurt continued to rant, Harry sighed. He had been so close to getting away with it, now he knew Kurt would tell Hermione, so he would be getting two rants about his stupidity instead of one. Whoopty-freaking-doo.

IIIII

Harry sighed relieved the moment the water hit him. His muscles ached from practice and all he wanted to do was finish his shower, get some alone time with his boyfriend and then go to bed. He frowned looking for his shampoo and his eyes darkened.

"KURT!" yelled Harry angrily, storming out of the bathroom in only a towel, not caring that he was dripping water all over the floor.

Blaine jumped taken aback, while Kurt calmly continued to look through his closet for something to wear.

"Where is my shampoo?" asked Harry in a calm collected tone.

"I threw it away" replied Kurt turning around. "If you had just listened to me when I told you it was not appropriate for your hair, then I wouldn't have to restore to drastic measures."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "And I told you that I like my shampoo, I also remember telling you I already tried the one you want me to use and I don't like it."

"Well that's too bad for you, I spent enough time with my fingers in your hair to determine that your shampoo doesn't do justice to it" said Kurt crossing his arms. Harry's eyebrow twitched but instead of continuing the pointless fight that would end up in yelling, he turned opened the portrait of the knight and, still wearing only a towel, stalked down the hall. He didn't bother to close the door.

"Harry!" called Oliver enthusiastically. "I have an idea for our next ga…"

"Oliver" snapped Harry with a glare. "I am sick of your face already and I swear that if you try to bring practice off the field, I will break your nose with a ball next time to have a change of freaking scenery!"

Oliver's eyes widened and he raised his hands in a peaceful gesture. Harry passed him and stopped in front of a door, slamming it three times with his open palm.

"TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE!" he yelled. "Open the goddamn door!" he kicked the door twice with his good legbefore it was yanked open.

"Potter..." started Tom, but Harry was already talking.

"Borrow me your shampoo; you still use the same I do right?"

"Yes, but why…"

"Tom, just give me the damn bottle and I'll buy you two ok?"

"Fine!" snapped Tom and entered the room. Tom's roommate stared at Harry in confusion and then moved his eyes down, taking in his half-naked dripping body.

"Any chance you'll drop that for me?" he asked with leer.

Harry snorted, uncaring he was being openly stared at and grabbed the bottle that Tom tossed at him with ease.

"Cheers mate"

"I want those bottles tomorrow morning at the latest!" said Tom after him.

Kurt stared at him in disapproval the moment he entered. He smiled cheerfully and waved the bottle in a mocking way, slamming the door of the bathroom shut and reassuming his shower. He was sure his bad mood had more to do with the lecture he had to sit through and all the pent up energy he had, than the actual shampoo, but their tempers were definitely clashing today.

"Hey Kurt" said Nick from the still open portrait-doorway. "Just wondering, you and Harry, how's the situation there?"

"They're together Nick" said Blaine sternly.

"Oh" mumbled Nick. "Do you know if he would be going half naked around the school again anytime soon? I barely managed to get a glimpse today…"

"Goodbye Nick" said Blaine forcing the portrait shut. Kurt's eyes glared at him. "Hey! You're the one that took his shampoo away."

"How was I supposed to know he would parade around the school half naked?" he snapped.

Blaine wisely decided to stay out of it. When Harry exited again, already dressed, he quickly put his socks and shoes on and grabbed his keys.

"I'm not ready yet" said Kurt testily.

"I am going to have to postpone our date" said Harry smiling. "I need to go buy my shampoo and the bottles I promised Tom, but I'll see you tonight."

Kurt gaped at him. "Are you ditching our date to go buy shampoo?"

"I guess I am" said Harry and marched outside without another word.

Blaine stared at the fight going on in front of him, not knowing how to react. Finally, when Harry stormed out, he broke down laughing, much to Kurt's dismay.

"Sorry! I am sorry!" he said trying to regain his breath and stop his giggles.

"Blaine!" snapped Kurt. "What the hell?"

"Oh, that… that was awesome" he said giggling. "I can't believe that between the two of you, Harry takes his hair more seriously than you do!" saying it out loud made him laugh hard enough to fall from his chair. "Ow" he said and started laughing again, curled on the floor.

Kurt started to tap his foot annoyed, before a miniscule smile appeared on his face. "I can't help but now see this as another reason we are totally meant to…" he started to say, when the door opened. Harry marched inside the room, grabbed Kurt in a fireman hold and exited again.

"Hey!" protested Kurt. "What are you doing?"

"I decided to datenap you" Harry said.

"I told you I wasn't ready!" protested Kurt.

"That's why it's a datenap" smirked Harry.

"Stop saying datenap! It's not a thing!" Kurt said trying to get himself free, but laughing at the same time. "I don't even have shoes!"

"You don't need them" declared Harry. "Besides, the whole point of a datenap is to catch you by surprise."

"Hey Harry" said the twins from around the corner. "Datenapping Kurt?"

"Yep" he announced cheerfully and continued to walk to the exit.

"Put me down you idiot, you are going to hurt your ankle!" said Kurt with a frown.

"I'll live, you don't weight much…"

"Compliments are not going to make this ok" said Kurt rolling his eyes. "And datenap is still not a thing!"

IIIII

"Why are we at Walmart?" asked Kurt, arms crossed.

"I need to buy my shampoo and Tom's" said Harry. "Come on, I'll buy you shoes inside…"

"I rather die or cut my legs" said Kurt with a sneer. "There is no way I am entering that store."

"Ok, wait here then" shrugged Harry.

"Harry James Potter you are not leaving me inside the car alone!" Kurt said glaring at him.

"You threw away my shampoo" said Harry with a raised eyebrow. "How would you feel if I throw away yours?"

"You wouldn't dare" Kurt said with an outraged gasp.

"I would" said Harry challengingly.

"You would sleep in the bunk bed for the rest of the semester then" announced Kurt.

Harry smirked. "You really think you would be able to stay mad at me for that long?"

Kurt glared and didn't comment. Harry used the silence to quickly exit the vehicle, hoping that Kurt wouldn't drive away since he left the keys inside, not wanting to lock him in. When he returned Kurt turned to him.

"I am sorry I threw your stuff away" he said in a pained manner. Apologizing wasn't his forte.

"Thank you" said Harry and leaned forwards to kiss his cheek.

"But could you do me a favor?" asked Kurt, holding his hand and with his infamous pout. "Could you try the one I want you to use, just once?"

Harry decided to give in, just this once. "Alright, once, and if I don't like it you will leave the subject alone."

"Deal" said Kurt. "And I know you're frustrated, but after this week you can go back to practice as usual, can you please try to take it easy for the weekend? For me?"

"I know you already enlisted Blaine to act as a babysitter, but fine I'll cooperate" said Harry with a sigh. Kurt smiled happily. He smiled too with a deep sense of affection and chuckled. "Hey… congrats on surviving our first fight as a couple."

"Oh my Gaga" laughed Kurt and grinned. "This is one of the most pointless fights I ever been involved in."

"I can't believe we just fought over shampoo" laughed Harry kissing his lips chastely.

"I find it very appropriate" said Kurt pleased with the outcome. His eyes glistened for a second. "I know you probably had something planned, but what would you say if we drive somewhere and have a make-up, make out session…"

"You Kurt Hummel are a genius" said Harry and kissed him. Their tongues desperately seeking each other, until Kurt's eyes rolled to the back of his head and with a little moan he gave in, letting Harry have all the control. A few minutes later, Harry finally came to his senses and drove them away, a perfect spot to park already in mind.

IIIII

"Hey Kurt" said Blaine with a smile when he arrived to the dorm. "How was your datenap?"

He glared at his friend halfheartedly. "It was kind of awesome, but don't tell Harry…"

"Kurt… you aren't wearing any shoes…" he said with an amused laugh. "And you have a massive hickey, well… another one and your hair is… no words and your clothes are kind of…"

"Shut up Blaine" grumbled Kurt throwing a pillow at him. "I need to finish packing for the weekend, want to put a movie in the background?"

"Sure, what time are you leaving?"

"Around 7:30" Kurt said. "Harry promised to behave, but you know how he is…"

"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll be fine" said Blaine. "Where is he by the way?"

"Back at his old room, they are going to play video games for a while" explained Kurt. "It's nice to have some space every once in a while."

"Right, because you would obviously be ok with him not coming to sleep here today and cuddle you" said Blaine while looking at their movie selection.

"I'll be more offended if those words came from somebody, anybody else for that matter, but since you happen to be the other person obsessed with cuddling him, your words lose value" said Kurt with a smirk.

"Whatever, he is an incredible pillow" said Blaine unfazed. "You're ok with me cuddling him when you're not around?"

"No Blaine, I have very strong negative feelings about you and my boyfriend platonically cuddling while I am away" said Kurt in an expressionless tone. "My ire and jealousy burn with the fire of a thousand suns, burn I tell you!"

"A simple no would have sufficed" said Blaine throwing a pillow at him. "You're starting to copy Harry's overly dramatic nature you know?"

"Please, that boy has no idea what drama is. I once wore a full Lady Gaga outfit to school for a week" said Kurt flippantly. "High heels, wig, silvery outfit, the whole she-bang…"

"Please tell me there are pictures" laughed Blaine.

IIIII

Blaine woke up before the alarm with a problem; two actually.

The first one, he couldn't get out of bed because Kurt had woken up early to go home for the day. As it tended to happen when Harry wasn't cuddled from both sides, he had rolled on his stomach and was now resting on Blaine's chest, with his left arm in a dead grip around his waist. Normally, he shrugged, cuddled closer and enjoyed the feeling of warmth and safety.

Why was it a problem today?

He had a morning problem and Harry was almost pressing against it. He didn't want to push him away, afraid of hurting his leg or head. Kurt would kill him if he did. His job was to take care of him today after all. Harry's breathing against his neck was not making things easier if anything it was making it harder...

Great now he was making bad puns.

The first two weeks they had been so worried watching Harry work himself to the bone, adjusting to rooming together and sharing a bed, that Blaine hadn't realized what it would mean to actually share a bed with two guys. Harry and Kurt had probably already came to terms with what it implied when it had been just them, but they were dating, so it couldn't had been that awkward.

Ok, knowing Kurt, it had.

Blaine had been marveling at sleeping full nights with no medications or fear of waking up in the middle of nowhere. The meds let him sleep and stopped his sleepwalking; however he couldn't wake up from nightmares. He didn't remember what he dreamt about, but he always started his mornings in panic. Half frightened to death and looking around, waiting for something to attack him.

Now, on the rare occasions he had a nightmare, he woke up to Harry petting his hair or his back, softly humming melodies. On one occasion when that didn't do the trick, he went as far as singing Katy Perry. He slept with a smile on his face that night. Harry was a light sleeper and very in tune with Kurt and Blaine. They only needed to stir once in distress for him to wake up. So far he hadn't tried to sleepwalk, but he was pretty confident that Harry's arm would prevent him from going anywhere.

For that same reason Blaine didn't dare to make a sound or move... he was trying not to breath. Apparently it was the wrong thing to do, because Harry felt something that merited him to wake up.

"Blaine?" he asked half sleep and moving closer. Blaine had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop a moan from coming out. He subtly moved his waist away.

"I need to get up..."

"Sorry, I am probably squashing you" managed to mutter Harry with a yawn. He disentangled himself and turned around, hugging one of Kurt's pillows instead. The diva was not going to be happy when he found out. Blaine moved awkwardly towards the bathroom. "Have a nice shower" said Harry looking over his shoulder. Blaine froze and Harry's eyes lowered to the bulge in his boxers and came back to his face with a smirk.

Blaine squeaked. He honest to God squeaked.

Harry laughed while he rushed to their bathroom and slammed the door shut. His face was boiling and he had never been this embarrassed in his whole life. He sat down on the floor and couldn't move from the spot. For a moment he seriously contemplated changing schools and his name.

"Blaine?" asked Harry while knocking the door.

"Leave me alone!" hissed Blaine in response. His problem was gone, but he was certain the shame would never wash away.

"Blaine, I am sorry, it was very insensitive of me to do that." Harry's voice sounded honestly regretful. Damn him. "Come out, I know you are sitting in there, drowning in embarrassment or something."

"I will never come out!"

"Uh... then you might want to start thinking of doing some damage control, because everybody knows you are gay already."

Blaine blushed even harder for some reason. "Leave me alone! I am going to stay here until you graduate or something."

"I am counting to 17, because that's how long it takes to open this lock, and then I am coming in."

"No!" half screamed Blaine in panic, ready to jump and block the door.

"One, two..." the door opened, Harry appeared confused for a second. "Sorry about that, but you didn't even lock the door."

Blaine threw a towel over his head. It was childish and silly, but he couldn't face Harry. He felt a body sliding next to him and a moment later, Harry's head joined him inside the towel of shame as he had named it, although he would never say that out loud, ever.

"The first time Kurt woke up with morning wood next to me, he spent three days avoiding eye contact and jumped every time I touched him" said Harry as if he was talking about their homework of the week. "I spend those three days in misery, trying to figure out what I did wrong. Sometimes I forget how... how new things are for Kurt. I didn't realize until now that you are more or less on that same boat."

Blaine blushed harder, but sighed. "I kissed one guy and well... there was some... uh... we had our clothes on, but we did, you know... finish."

"Dry humping" supplied Harry trying to be helpful. He wasn't.

"Yeah... that" muttered Blaine rubbing the back of his neck.

"What I am trying to say to you here is that, it's normal ok? I am not bothered by it and I won't stop cuddling you because I discovered you are a normal, fully functional, male teenager."

"This is one of the most awkward conversations I have ever had" decided Blaine.

Harry laughed. "Try giving a sex talk to your boyfriend."

"You gave the talk to Kurt?" Blaine asked surprised.

"It didn't take long to realize how little Kurt knew about, well anything" replied Harry "He didn't want to hear any of it. Kept putting his fingers in his ears and singing."

"What did you do?"

"I sat him down and told him that I wasn't going to pressure him into anything. That I was fine with our relationship as it had been progressing, that if he didn't want to lose his virginity until he was 30 that was his choice and his alone, but that these were things he needed to know. My... experience makes Kurt uncomfortable, so I asked him to talk to someone, even if it wasn't me. To ask his dad, even if the distinct possibility of me suddenly disappearing became real, I offered to drive him to the free clinic and leave him alone or sit down with him if that made him feel better."

Blaine nodded in approval. "I would have probably told his dad. They are pretty close."

"Yeah" said Harry with a smirk. "You could have gotten away with that as his friend, but as his boyfriend..."

"Got it" agreed Blaine, an image of Burt with a shot gun didn't seem that farfetched.

"It took a lot of convincing, but in the end he said he was going to look it up in the internet. I printed out some things anyways. I didn't want him to stumble into misleading information. He asked me a lot of questions afterwards. He told me his dad did give him a talk not long after and he was relived we had gotten the awkward out of the way..." Harry messed his hair. "I did feel kind of like a jerk to be honest."

Blaine frowned. "Why?"

"I promised I was never going to pressure him, but I felt like I was pushing him into something he wasn't ready for" confessed Harry.

"You did the right thing" reassured Blaine. "Kurt does need to know these things and I think it's better if it came from somebody he trusted rather than a stranger. I had to go look for all the information myself and it was scary to do it alone."

They stayed in silence for a moment. "Next time, don't worry about it. Poke me until I roll over."

Blaine smiled awkwardly. "I think that if it had been Kurt, he would have freaked out... I don't want to make him uncomfortable."

Harry bumped shoulders with him. "Don't worry. You sleep next to me anyways. If it makes you feel better, I'll cover for you."

"It kind of does" agreed Blaine.

Harry pointed to the towel. "I think it's time for the real world, and Blaine, I might not be proud of the fact and I don't want to seem like I am advertising it, but I do have a lot of experience and I am comfortable with the subject. If you ever need to talk to somebody, you don't need to be embarrassed. You are not alone anymore."

"Does... does it feel as good as with a girl?" asked Blaine staring at his hands.

"Physically, it can be as good or better. It might sound cliché, but I have found that gender doesn't matter as much as finding the right person."

"How much does it hurt?" Blaine fiddled with his shirt. "I read about it, but it was all very clinical and detached. It didn't really explain it in terms I could relate to."

Harry shifted, preparing to spend as much time as Blaine needed under the towel. He extended his leg to get his ankle comfortable. It seemed there were a lot of questions Blaine had never been able to ask.

"It depends if you top or bottom" he waited to see if Blaine was unfamiliar with the terms and continued. "I've done both" he answered the unspoken question. "When you are doing it right, the top shouldn't dive straight into penetration. I mean it Blaine, it doesn't matter what position you prefer, but make sure that for the first few times, the one bottoming is stretched. Otherwise it will cause tearing and only bring pain."

"Only for the first few times?" asked Blaine, his curiosity prickled.

"Preferably, there will always be some stretching involved, however doing it without stretching can be good, but you need a lot of control to do it right" he pointed at Blaine with as much seriousness as he could muster. "Things are more heightened when you do it like that, however, and I cannot enforce this point enough, you don't want to rush things just because it might be more intense than what you are already doing. When you start having sex, honestly? Just enjoy it and find a pace that makes you comfortable, and make sure the person you are doing it with is as comfortable as you are."

Blaine nodded; Harry was able to keep the smile off his face when the mental picture of the lead Warbler taking notes popped into his head.

"I know you aren't like me and that's good, because you don't want to be me in that department" Harry shrugged. "You deserve better than that Blaine, I know I don't have to tell you this because you aren't the type to rush, but when it comes to your first time, don't let what anybody tells you change your mind. You don't want to throw that away carelessly, make sure it's worth it, that you feel loved by that person and that you love them in return… because you carry that with you; there's no do overs and you are worth so much Blaine, you deserve a happy ending and romance, and everything you ever dreamed of."

For one second Blaine wanted nothing more than to ask Harry what his first time had been like, if he regretted things, if he spoke out of experience, but the second passed and he felt overwhelmingly touched by what Harry had said.

"You think so?" he asked quietly.

"Please Blaine, there's not a doubt in my mind that you're going to find somebody amazing and that you'll have your happy ending, you're too good of a person not to get it" said Harry and playfully bumped shoulders. "Plus, with that improved version of your sad eyes, you can probably will a Disney prince into reality."

Blaine laughed. "You're a sap, a big, sap."

"Maybe, but I know you love to hear my big fat moments of sappiness" said Harry. "Is there anything else you would like to ask me?"

"How do you know if somebody has been properly stretched?" asked Blaine after a few seconds of toying with his fingers.

Harry didn't count the amount of time he spent answering questions on the bathroom floor. Most of them turned out to be similar to what Kurt had asked. Others went into complete different issues. The conversation with Blaine still didn't reach the sheer level of uncomfortable that talking to Kurt had been.

Somehow, and he was trying to come to terms with the idea, he had ended up as a gay mentor for both his boyfriend and his boyfriend's ex gay-mentor.

IIIII

Kurt entered the house and looked around; he knew Carole had the late night shift so she would sleep in today and his dad would probably be out for another hour. He expected to have enough time to cook breakfast for everybody, so he was surprised when he found Finn of all people awake. His surprise was lessened since he found him in the kitchen eating a grilled sandwich.

"What are you doing up?" Finn jumped startled and turned around wide eyed. He had bags under his eyes and reeked of booze.

"Oh… hey dude" said Finn awkwardly.

"Did you just get in?" asked Kurt suspiciously.

"No" said Finn guiltily.

"So if I go out and touch the truck's engine it won't be hot?" asked Kurt raising an eyebrow.

"Ok, fine, just don't tell mom and Burt" begged Finn. Kurt smirked. He could work with this, however, before he could go down that road…

"Are you ok Finn?" Kurt asked while pulling some milk out and starting to warm it.

"Yeah, I went to this party one of the Cheerios threw" said Finn grabbing the milk. "Quinn was there."

"I see" Kurt said slowly, as Finn told him all about the party and mentioned the blond girl more than once. Oh no… no, no, no, no. Not another Quinn-Finn-Rachel love triangle. He heard enough from Rachel about how much she missed his stepbrother. "Hey Finn…"

"Yeah?"

"Just remember Sam's your friend ok?" asked Kurt resigned, New Directions' drama was impossible to avoid.

"Sure, why would I forget?" asked Finn innocently. "Oh! I forgot to tell you, I told Rachel about your invitational thing… can we still get tickets for everybody?"

"It'd be nice to see everybody together again" mused Kurt. "I know they still have tickets left, tell her to call the school and book them or something, I don't want to be associated with your spying."

"Cool!" said Finn enthusiastically. "Oh, and just so you know all the girls want to meet Harry, they're like going crazy about it and Mercedes and Rachel are like rubbing in their faces they met him."

"Tell everybody we can go for a late lunch at the mall after, I'll make sure Harry comes along" said Kurt, figuring it was about time Harry met the rest of his friends. Kurt sighed. The poor boy was going to be harassed for sure. "Go shower, you stink."

IIIII

Sunday Blaine found himself spending time with the Weasleys, while Harry had gone to help Hermione with something. Since she seemed to be the next best thing after Kurt to keep Harry in check he hadn't felt guilty to let him go. Kurt was supposed to arrive later on that day, probably after dinner.

He briefly wondered when it became natural to seek the twins and Ron to spend time with, but he figured trying to keep up with the changes Harry and Kurt brought to his life would be too tiresome. Ron was teaching him to play chess, while Fred and George planned something on the side and occasionally threw advice his way. He had gathered there was no way he would win, but he was still having fun.

"…are crazy! I swear you're the biggest nut job I ever encountered!" yelled Hermione while she followed after Harry into the common room. Blaine stared at them, while Ron ignored his two yelling friends, focused on the chess game instead.

"I am the nut job?" asked Harry incredulously. "If I am a nut job, you're a fucking sociopath!" he swirled around to face her. "Actually no, that's an insult to sociopaths!" he said throwing his arms in the air.

"You infuriating ass!"

"Frigid bitch!"

"I can't believe I asked for your help!"

"I can't believe I agreed!"

Hermione made a generic noise of anger and stormed out.

"What are you doing?" asked Harry arms crossed and stared as she fought against the door.

"I was trying to slam this ridiculous door!" she snapped.

"Oh, allow me" Harry said and gently pushed her out of the room, after that he grabbed the door and slammed it on her face. "That was satisfying" he said happily ignoring her angry shouts of indignation.

"Are you two ok?" asked Blaine worried.

"Don't worry about it" said Harry calmly and exited through the other door.

"Really" said Ron while moving a piece. "Ignore them, if they were really mad at each other, the insults wouldn't be so generic."

"Generic?" asked Blaine.

"Yeah, you've seen Harry and his evil ways, you don't think that if he wanted to rip somebody apart he would have something better than that?" asked Ron. "Especially considering how much dirt and knowledge he has on all of us."

More screams could be heard from the hallway.

"If you're sure" said Blaine agreeing with the sentiment and trying to figure out what to move next. "How can I move the horse again?"

- End Chapter 16 -

So, after last chapter I felt we needed something light and fluffy; this chapter has some of my favorite funny moments, hope you laughed as much as I did when I first imagined them.

I'm curious, if Harry is an arrogant ass, Kurt a demanding bitch, what do you guys think Blaine is? I already know of course, but it'd be funny to see what people guess.

One last thing, I've been quite busy the last couple of days, so if I haven't reply to your review I apologize, but I have read and cherished all of them, and made a note on all the prompts.

All the best,

SweetCaroline91