I’m pissed. My roommate kicked me out so she could watch a movie with her boyfriend, and I’ve been sitting in the lounge for two hours. Well, at least it gives me time to work on this!

I switched POVs a lot this chapter, I hope you guys don’t get too confused…. hopefully my scene breaks work!

Random note: As of when I wrote this, my favorite stories count was at 69…. *giggles* I have such a messed up mind…J

When Kurt woke the next morning, he had no idea where he was. He sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He gazed around the room with tiredly. Finn, Puck, Sam, Mike, and Rory all lay on the floor of Puck’s living room, all fast asleep.

Oh yeah… Puck had arranged for a sleepover, to cover any hangovers the boys might wake up to after a night out from their parents.

Kurt was tempted to flop back down on the floor and fall back asleep, but his body had other ideas. With a groan, he stood up and headed to the restroom to relieve himself.

After he was done, he walked back in the living room, and crawled over to Rory. The boy had had a watch on last night, and Kurt was glad to see he hadn’t taken it off. He leaned over the sleeping boy carefully, and glanced at the time. 7:30.

Kurt would usually be up at 6:30 at home, perfection takes time, you know, but he hadn’t gotten to bed until close to two am that morning.

He crawled back to his blanket and curled up. He was tired, and he was going to SLEEP. He fell asleep quickly, and didn’t wake up for another three hours.

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Blaine awoke with a blinding headache. He rolled over on his side, and almost fell off the bed. He stumbled to the bathroom, and grabbed for the medicine cabinet door, eyes closed against the light of the morning. He grabbed a bottle of pills, and cracked open an eye to see what he grabbed. Ibroprufen. Awesome. He swallowed the pill quickly, and then staggered back to his bed for some more sleep.

He awoke some time later to David shaking his shoulder. “Blaine, wake up!” It’s two in the afternoon and we’re going to sing at the nursing home at four! Get up, eat something, and get changed, for goodness sakes!”

Blaine blinked up at him sleepily, then down at his clothes. He wore the same outfit he had worn to the club the night before, now crumpled and twisted.

“Ok, David. I’ll be ready in fifteen to practice, but get out of my room.” When David didn’t move, Blaine glared at him.

“NOW.”

David left quickly.

Blaine undressed quickly, flinging his clothes in the direction of his clothes hamper. He heard a clang as something fell to the floor, and he walked over curiously. His phone lay on the floor, apparently just having fallen out of his pants pocket. He unlocked the screen and saw that his phone was open to his contacts list. Specifically, it was highlighted on one name. Kurt Hummel.

Blaine blinked at the name for a moment before remembering.

Ah, yes. Kurt. The boy who danced so well, and the boy he had…kissed? Blaine shook his head confusedly. He never thought his first kiss would be with a random boy he met at a club. The more he thought about it, though, he didn’t mind. He had been drawn to Kurt the moment he saw him, dancing with a mohawked guy. The two danced intimately and Blaine thought they were boyfriends. He watched as the beautiful boy then danced with a tall Asian, and banished his original thought. Unless they weren’t exclusive, there was no way a dude would let his boyfriend grind on another boy like that.       

            Blaine remembered feeling mortified when the boy caught him staring, but was pleasantly surprised when he was invited to dance. While dancing, he could not keep his eyes off the remarkable boy in front of him, and he found himself drawing closer to the other boy. When the two had kissed, he felt sparks running along his lips. He knew it was cliché, a thing only referenced in cheesy rom-coms or chick lit, but he knew Kurt was special and like no one he had ever met before.

            Blaine stared at the phone in his hand and remembered putting the number in there on the ride home, too scared of losing the precious napkin that held Kurt’s phone number in a loopy, elegant scrawl.

            Blaine blinked once again, coming back to the present. He glanced at the clock and swore under his breath. Shit. He had 2 minutes until Warbler practice, and Wes was going to have a fit if he was late.

            He stuffed his phone into his pocket, and all but ran out the door, not wanting to face Wes’ wrath.

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Kurt awoke the second time to the smell of pancakes. His stomach growled, and he reluctantly stood up and stretched before heading to the kitchen. Mike, the only other boy besides himself who could cook, was standing at the stove, a plate of pancakes next to him. He looked up and grinned as Kurt entered, flipping a pancake.

“Morning” he said, watching Kurt fumble with the coffee machine in the corner. “You’re the first one up. I was hungry when I woke up, so I decided to make breakfast. Are pancakes okay?”

Kurt nodded. “Yeah. I’m going to make a quick fruit salad, though. We should try to get something healthy inside the others.” Mike grinned at him and nodded, flipping another pancake.

Kurt made sure the coffee was started before walking to the fridge. He pulled out some strawberries, grapes, and cantaloupe. He started dicing the fruit, throwing the cut pieces of fruit in a large bowl he found in the cupboard.

The coffee maker dinged, and he walked over and grabbed the pot to set on the table. He also grabbed a couple plates, napkins, and cups. Mike set a large platter of pancakes next to the other food, and sat down in one of the bar stools by the counter. “Now we wait”, he said.

It didn’t take long for the other boys to wake up, and they all wandered in the room about two minutes later.

“Is that coffee?” Sam asked, sniffing the air.

“And pancakes?” Finn added. “I’m starving.” He grabbed a pancake off the pile, and stuffed it into his mouth.

“Finn,” Kurt scolded. “Manners. There are plates RIGHT THERE”. Finn nodded sheepishly, and grabbed a plate, piling pancakes onto it. The other boys all piled their plates high, and Kurt grabbed some coffee and fruit.

“Dude,” Finn said, mouth full of pancake. “Eat something else, man. I know you’re small and healthy and all, but eat a pancake. It’s not going to kill you.”

Kurt didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he shrugged and took a pancake. He was hungry, after all.

The other boys stared at him in astonishment. “Wow,” Puck whispered reverently. “I thought he has going to argue a lot more.”

“I CAN hear you,” Kurt snapped from his place at the table. “I’m just hungry today, that’s all. And I don’t feel like fighting.”

“That Blair guy must have slipped him something, or maybe promised him a sex date later.” Puck continued, ignoring Kurt. “I mean- he was smiling a lot after he danced with him.”

“Blaine.” Kurt corrected absently. “And no, I’m just hungry. And I was smiling because Blaine is a nice guy, and it was nice to meet new people.” He blushed lightly as he said this, but luckily no one noticed. Except for Mike. Mike winked at him quickly before turning back to his conversation with Rory.

Kurt looked down at his breakfast, face flushing slightly. He couldn’t believe that he had kissed a boy at a club last night. His first kiss…with someone he barely knew. Kurt knew there was something special about Blaine, though. He had felt a connection to him, as cliché as that sounded. Kurt didn’t regret that kiss on bit, and he hoped he would have a chance to do it again.

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Blaine was exhausted. After Warbler practice (He had gotten there with 30 seconds to spare, thank GOD), the group had performed at a local nursing home. The audience was enthusiastic as they could be, swaying slightly off beat, and humming along tunelessly, hands cupped around hearing aids. The boys had then opted to get pizza after, and had ended up staying for three hours. On the ride home, Blaine grabbed his phone and ear buds, needing a moment to chill out.

As he scrolled through his songs and picked Raise you Glass by P!nk (a classic), he found himself clicking on his contacts list. He stared at his phone for a moment before typing a quick message out and pressing send. He let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding, and laid his head on the bus window, closing his eyes.

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            Kurt all but fell on his bed, dumping his overnight bag near his closet. Finn had stayed at Puck’s to play videogames, and unfortunately, his brother was his ride home. Kurt had busied himself by watching reruns of Greys Anatomy on Puck’s upstairs television, but he had gotten bored after four hours. He had demanded Finn to take him home, and here he was. Bored and in desperate need of a shower.

            He reluctantly stood (his bed was too darn comfortable) and grabbed his towel from the back of his door. He was about to walk to the bathroom when his phone dinged. He knew it would plague him his whole shower if he didn’t check it, so he walked over to his bag and pulled out his cell.

1 new text message: (614) 555-2345

Kurt stared at his phone curiously. He was pretty sure that was a Westerville area code, but who did he know in Westerville? Curiosity piqued, he opened the message. Then almost dropped the phone.

Hey, it’s Blaine. From last night? Just checking the number…

A/N I was soooo tempted to stop it there… Oh, wait! I did…*grins evilly* I have never done this before…. had such an evil cliffhanger. *Gasps* Should I continue? ;)