Thanks for being so patient for this chapter! I'm going to try my hardest to upload on time next week. My school's musical is in a few weeks though and we rehearse nonstop, plus I have work when I don't rehearse.

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Chapter 8

Kurt's eye fluttered open, and confusion settled into his mind. The first thing he noticed was that it was dark. Then he noticed the blanket covering him. Finally, he noticed that the pillow he was using wasn't a pillow at all. It was Blaine. Kurt's head was on Blaine's chest, and Blaine's arm was around Kurt. They fell asleep while sitting up, which explained why he felt sore. He stretched out his legs and looked at the clock. 2:24.

Kurt figured his father put the blanket over them. Which means he must have witnessed the cuddling. Kurt could imagine was his father would say. "Kurt. 'Just friends' my ass. You know, you can tell me if you're dating him." Although Kurt dreaded the thought of having to convince his father that he's not dating Blaine, it still made him happy. The whole situation made Kurt happy.

He felt sleepy, and he debated whether or not he wanted to snuggle back into Blaine's arms or if he just wanted to spread out on the floor. He loved the idea of cuddling, but Blaine was still sitting up a little. He didn't want to get sore again from sleeping in an upright position. He didn't want Blaine to be sore, either. So, he gently lowered Blaine down into a comfortable sleeping position, and then he grabbed the other blanket and set himself up on the floor. He fell right back asleep.

Blaine woke up at 10:30. He got up to use the bathroom, and when he returned, Kurt was sitting up on the floor.

"I heard you get up," Kurt stated.

"Did I wake you?"

"No, no. I was half asleep, but I was pretty much waiting for you to wake up. How did you sleep?" Kurt asked.

"Great. But, I don't remember falling asleep at all. I woke up at, like, one in the morning, checked my phone, and went right back to sleep. But, I also don't remember you moving down to the floor. I didn't push you, did I?"

Kurt smiled. "Nope. I woke up at about two twenty and moved down to the floor. And I sort of moved you so you wouldn't get cramped up sleeping like that. Is that okay?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, thanks," Blaine responded. Kurt thought about what Blaine had just said. "I woke up at, like, one in the morning." That meant he was up before Kurt moved. He knew they were cuddling, and he did not make any effort to move. This pleased Kurt.

"Do you have anything to do this weekend? I don't want to intrude or overstay my welcome or anything," Blaine said.

"No, you're welcome to stay as long as you'd like. Trust me, I don't mind. Staying here all day would not even make up for the 16 years of never having any friends over. Which means my dad wouldn't mind, either," Kurt assured him.

"Thanks. I like being here. I hate being at home. My parents both work and my brother is at his own apartment, so it's lonely," Blaine revealed.

"I understand how you feel, completely. I'm always alone, too. In fact, my dad probably already left for work," Kurt said. They walked into the kitchen where they found a note.

"Working. Blaine can stay as long as he would like. Just let me know," it read. Kurt nodded his head, knowing there'd be a note. It wouldn't be a Saturday morning without a note. It usually just said, "Working. Try not to watch too much Netflix,"

"Why does your dad work so much? I mean, my parents do, too. But, that's so they can pay off football camp and trainers and everything," Blaine said.

"It sucks that you have to do all that football stuff when you don't even like it. And, uh, my dad works for me. After my mom died, he picked up a few extra shifts to get by. But, when he found out that I wanted to move to New York after high school, he picked up even more shifts. He loves his job, though, and he has nothing else to do."

"Besides spend time with you," Blaine mentioned.

"Well, he usually takes off on Sundays so we can hang out. Do you want some breakfast? I can make us waffles or eggs or something."

"Sure. Waffles sound good." Blaine glanced at his phone while Kurt started on the waffles. He checked his email and he had one from Mr. Schuester. "Hey, hey, Kurt, Schuester emailed me."

"What? Check it out. What does it say?" Kurt asked. Blaine opened it read it out loud.

"It says, 'Blaine, I talked to Figgins. He seemed iffy about it at first, but he finally agreed. I'll be holding auditions on Friday for our first glee club. Get the word around. You and Kurt still have to audition, but you're basically already in, since the club was your idea. Thank you'" Blaine read.

"Yes! That's great," Kurt exclaimed. They shared an excited smile. "We can spend the day figuring out what songs we should audition with."

"Sure. I don't know if I want to sing in front of you yet, though. I kind of want it to be a surprise. And, I'm also kind of nervous," Blaine admitted.

"That's fine. I'll sit in on your audition, if that's cool with you. After breakfast we can go to my room and get my sheet music and I'll sing you my favorite songs and you can tell me which is best for the audition. I don't know if everyone watches us perform, but if they do, I want to sound perfect," Kurt said.

"Yeah, we can do that. Maybe after auditions we can have another sleepover. Fridays can be like our hang out day," Blaine offered. Kurt tried to hide his excitement. His situation with Blaine felt unreal. He couldn't believe he had only met him just a few days ago. Now they're making commitments and helping each other and opening up to one another. Everything felt good.

"Yeah, sure. Friday is our day," Kurt promised. Blaine smiled in return. They finished up their breakfast and headed to Kurt's room.

Kurt opened his music drawer and pulled out a file labeled "Auditions." He laid out the sheet music on the bed, leaving room for Blaine to sit. He picked one up and stared at its content.

"I like Bring Him Home from Les Mis. It makes my voice sound strong, but there's no point in the song were I can move around. I like to put on a whole show. Especially with auditions, because we want to impress them," Kurt stated.

"Yes, but if your voice is strong with that piece, isn't that all that matters for now? Because he's only looking for good voices. You should save all these audition pieces for bigger and better places, like New York. Use the simple ones like that for high school. Or, at least to get into a club that we're already in."

Kurt nodded his head. "Makes sense. Very smart, Blaine. Should I sing this song now, for practice?" he asked. Blaine nodded quickly. Kurt didn't even set up music to aid his singing. He just took a deep breath and sang.

Blaine was mesmerized. He watched Kurt with complete awe. Hearing Kurt sing made him feel extraordinarily happy. His voice filled Blaine up. All Blaine could think was how unbelievably beautiful Kurt sounded. It was like an angel was singing right to him. Kurt saw Blaine's eyes light up as he sang to him, and it boosted Kurt's confidence. Blaine's golden brown eyes were staring into Kurt's soul as he sang.

When Kurt hit the last note, Blaine was speechless. Kurt looked at him for words of approval, but Blaine could not find away. "How was that, Blaine?" Kurt questioned.

"It, uh, it was…it was incredible, Kurt. More than incredible. It was beautiful and exceptional and amazing. I don't…I didn't…I didn't know you could sing like that." Blaine got up and hugged him. "Kurt, when you're on Broadway, I promise I will be in the front row opening night. Okay? Because I would never miss a chance to hear you sing," Blaine told Kurt, who nearly cried.

"Thank you, Blaine. You don't know how much that means to me," Kurt said back.

"That makes me want to see Les Mis," Blaine said.

"What? You've never seen it? Are you serious?" Kurt asked sounding very surprised.

"Maybe we can watch the movie Friday night at our next sleepover, if you have the DVD," Blaine offered.

"Of course I have the DVD, Blaine. Don't be ridiculous. But, that sounds like a lovely idea," Kurt said.

Blaine's phone buzzed. He checked the message and rolled his eyes. "My dad said he's going to leave soon to come get me. He's bringing my equipment so we can go straight to the football field to practice," Blaine said. He seemed annoyed. Kurt remembered that Blaine doesn't like football. Blaine admitted the night before that he only did it so he would have something to talk about with his father. It made Kurt feel lucky that his father loved and accepted him.

"That sucks," Kurt said.

"I know. I was having fun. Sorry my dad sucks. Most of my stuff is still downstairs, so let's go down there so I can get it together. I only live like ten minutes from your house," Blaine stated. Kurt led the way to the living room down the stairs. Blaine stuffed everything into his overnight bag and sat down on the couch with Kurt.

"About last night," Blaine began, "thanks, for that talk. You know, when you were helping me with my possible feelings toward dudes. It's confusing for me, but I'm glad you're so patient. I know you won't rush me into making any sort of decisions."

"Of course, Blaine. And, once you make a decision, that decision isn't permanent. You can change your mind as much as you'd like. It's your body, and your heart, and it's up to you how you handle them," Kurt replied. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand, squeezed it, then let go.

"Thanks," he whispered. Kurt looked at Blaine's lips and thought about how nice it would be to kiss them.

The boys heard a car horn from outside. "Must be my dad. He doesn't like coming to the door," Blaine stated. They both got up and walked to the door. "I'll text you later. Thanks for everything. And, tell your dad I said thanks. He's so cool."

"No problem, Blaine. I'll talk to you later," Kurt said. He didn't expect it, but Blaine hugged him. He wrapped his arms tight around Kurt, and Kurt felt electricity fly through him for a split second. Blaine's hugs were warm and soft and magic. Kurt hugged back, and they stood like that for a few more seconds. Blaine burrowed his head in Kurt's neck, and Kurt felt Blaine's lips barely touching his skin. They both let go, and Blaine opened the door. Kurt watched as he walked away. He shut the front door and sat down. The warmth from the hug remained.