Kurt woke up the next morning feeling more well rested than he probably had in his entire life. For some reason though, he didn't want to move. He was so incredibly comfortable. What had even woken him up in the first place?

Ding. His phone buzzed from across the room.

Wait, didn't he go out last night? Kurt blinked his eyes open, and there was Blaine wrapped up in his arms. Kurt had to restrain himself from scrambling out of the bed. It took him a moment for the memories of the previous night to come rushing back.

Kurt tried to carefully maneuver himself out of the bed, but a half-asleep Blaine pulled him back in. "No. Sleep," he muttered, nuzzling into Kurt's neck.

Kurt was so content he half considered just staying like that.

Ding.

Damn. "Blaine, I need to get up. My phone keeps going off."

Blaine blinked his eyes open and at last seemed to realize the situation they were in. He sat up quickly. "I'm so sorry, Kurt. I was still half asleep and…I'm kind of a cuddle whore," he said self consciously rubbing the back of his neck.

Kurt laughed. "I don't mind. I just need to get to my phone," he said standing.

Apparently the first few times his phone went off he hadn't heard it because he had several new text messages from people that he didn't even realize had his number.

Brittany: We didn't get to dance last night! Why did you leave?

Rachel: Where'd you guys run off to last night? Everything okay?

Jeff: Did somebody get lucky? ;)

Jesse: Is Blaine okay? He looked pretty messed up last night.

Dad: I was going to offer to make you and your friend breakfast this morning but you looked pretty cozy so I didn't want to wake you. I'll be at the garage until 5.

Kurt's eyes went wide at the last text.

"Everything okay?" Blaine asked still looking slightly embarrassed.

Kurt shrugged handing over his phone so Blaine could scroll through the abundance of texts.

Blaine's eyes seemed to widen at the last message as well, but he chose not to comment. He sighed. "Sorry about them. God, I'm always apologizing for them aren't I?"

"There's no need to. They probably all would have gotten my number and started harassing me eventually anyway. I like them a lot, to be honest. You have a pretty great group of friends."

Blaine smiled. "About last night – "

"You don't have to say anything, Blaine."

"I want to. I really needed someone last night, and you were there. Thank you for that. It was a little embarrassing the way I acted, but I'm trying not to think about it too much. I feel a lot closer to you after last night, like I can really trust you. I'm really lucky to have you for a friend."

Kurt gave him a small smile. "You really don't have to thank me. What are friends for?" Friends. Friends. Friends. Kurt repeated silently to himself.

"Can I make it up to you somehow?"

"You know, Blaine, friends help each other out. That's just what they do. You don't have to try and repay me every time I do something for you."

"I know, but I feel like you're always doing stuff for me…"

"Blaine, helping you study for one test then letting you sleep over when you're upset isn't always doing stuff for you."

"Last night was more than that and you know it. Just let me do something for you? Anything?" Blaine begged.

Kurt groaned in frustration. "Oh, I don't know. How about you help me prepare for my audition."

Blaine waved him off. "I was going to do that anyway."

"See! Friends help each other out."

Blaine sighed. "Fine. I'll drop it for now, but I will find someway to make it up to you."

"Just be my friend, okay? That is all I need." But if you wanted to be more I wouldn't mind…

Blaine nodded. "That I can do."

"So," Kurt began, "Where does Blaine Anderson spend his Saturdays?"

"Usually avoiding my house…"

"Not want to see your parents?"

"More like I don't want to be around them while they pretend I don't exist."

"I thought you said things were getting better?"

"They are it's just…work will always be their number one priority."

"You don't know that. People change."

Blaine nodded but clearly didn't believe a word of it. "What about you?"

"Well I used to help out my dad at his shop, but he sold it when we moved so now he works for someone else. I can't just wander into someone else's shop to help at my leisure."

"Isn't your dad a car mechanic?"

"Yeah."

"You know how to work on cars?" Blaine acted incredulous.

Kurt laughed. "Everyone always acts so surprised."

"I'm sorry, I'm just impressed by your ability to constantly take stereotypes and smash them into the ground."

Kurt beamed. "I was on the football team once," he said biting his lip.

"You were not."

"I was. I was the kicker. I mostly only did it to convince my dad that I was straight, but he didn't buy it."

"With good reason."

Kurt laughed.

"You amaze me."

"I try."

They were silent for a while, as they got ready.

"I'm sorry if I got you in trouble with your dad," Blaine said finally.

"Don't worry. I'm sure he knew it was harmless. I doubt he expected me to go from innocent son to guy who brings boys home to have sex with in two weeks at a new school. Plus he trusts me."

"You don't date a lot?" Blaine asked.

Kurt shook his head. "I've never even had a boyfriend," he said looking away embarrassed.

"I find that extremely hard to believe."

"Well believe it. Unlike some people I don't have a whole slew of guys lined up ready to jump my bones," Kurt teased.

"You make me sound like a whore…"

"I don't mean it like that. I just meant you're very desired is all."

Blaine nodded. "I should probably get going. I have plans with Nick today."

"Alright. See you Monday."

"See ya."

Kurt had dinner ready for him and his dad when his father arrived home that evening.

"Smell delicious, buddy."

"Tastes even better," Kurt promised as he set the table.

Burt hesitated. "Do you mind if we talk before we eat," Burt said gesturing to the living room.

"Yeah sure, dad," Kurt said slightly confused following him into the living room and sitting down.

"So you had a boy over last night," Burt stated.

Kurt groaned. "It really wasn't as bad as it looked…"

"I know, I know. But you haven't stopped talking about that Blaine boy since you started school, and it's clear he's interested in you too."

"Dad it's not – "

Burt held up his hands. "Just let me get this out. Whenever you start dating, sex is always going to be a possibility –"

"Please, please don't," Kurt begged.

"I'm not saying you will be having sex anytime soon, but it could happen. I'm not going to bother to try to explain the mechanic of it all because I'm sure you know how that is going to work for you better than I do."

Kurt had began staring wide-eyed at the table and muttering Oh god, oh god over and over to himself.

"But I just want you to remember this: you matter. Sex is a fun, pleasurable experience, but you still shouldn't throw yourself around like you're nothing. Kurt."

Burt said over his oh gods "Are you even listening to me?"

Kurt nodded going quiet but didn't look up.

"Sex should be with someone you love who loves you back, someone who makes you feel important. Understand?"

"Uh huh."

"Seriously, Kurt."

"I heard you, dad. Loud and clear. I may never stop hearing it."

Burt laughed. "Always the dramatic. I'm just looking out for you, kid."

"I know, dad. Thank you."

"Alright. Let's eat."

Kurt sent Blaine a quick text under the table.

My dad just gave me the sex talk. We are no longer even.

Everyone at school on Monday was bouncing around. For most of the students at McKinley, it probably had more to do with the fact that they only had two days of school this week before Christmas break but not for Kurt's friends.

"Musical!" Rachel kept randomly shouting at him in the hallway causing him to jump out of his skin each time. Even Santana seemed to be in a great mood smiling at him every time she saw him.

"My favorite time of the year," Jesse said walking up next to him in the hallway on the way the English.

"Do you ever announce your presence or?"

Jesse just laughed like always. "I wait all year for these auditions."

"Auditions are even until after Christmas break. We have two more weeks."

"Stop talking. You're killing my excitement. I just wish this was my year to be lead, but its obviously going to go to Blaine," he said with an eye roll.

"Why do you say that?"

"Despite my mature persona I am only a junior."

"I didn't know that. They always make it seem like everyone is a senior."

"Everyone is. Everyone but me. All my friends are graduating them I have to spend all of next year dealing with these imbeciles."

"Tell us how you really feel."

Jesse cracked a smile.

"At least you'll finally get your chance at lead when we're gone."

"True. Blaine has a tendency to hog the limelight. Like all the fucking time. I'm just as talented, probably more, well let's face it, definitely more - "

"He had to have some flaws," Kurt muttered to himself but Jesse heard.

"There something going on between you two?" Jesse asked casually.

"I resent that you think that just because we're two gay guys who are friends that there needs to be something going on between us."

"No, I just happen to notice your face lighting up every time you see him. You don't have to tell me, but if you did I wouldn't tell Blaine."

"Swear?"

Jesse rolled his eyes. "I swear."

"He's fucking gorgeous and he helped me find my entire group of friends at this school. How could I not be in love with him?"

Jesse laughed. "True. Loves a pretty strong word though…"

Kurt shoved him. "I don't mean it like that. I've only known him for a few weeks."

"I've seen guys fall for him faster."

Kurt groaned. "How many guys has he freaking dated?"

"You'll have to ask him."

"It was a rhetorical question. It's just frustrating how little of a chance that I have with him."

"What makes you say that?"

"He's so experienced and perfect and I'm…me."

"Get over this whole insecurity thing you have going on. It's really irritating."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Go to class, Jesse."

"Later, Hummel. You're going to love the musical this year."

"Wait you know what it is? Tell me this second."

"Go to class, Kurt," he said with a smirk and disappeared.

By the end of the day the anticipation was probably killing Kurt was much as it was killing Rachel. He was at his locker when he realized that he didn't know where they actually did the "big reveal." Before he had a chance to go find Blaine or Rachel, Jeff and Nick linked arms with him on either side and dragged him along.

"Where to?" he asked.

"You're so clueless, newbie. It's adorable," Jeff cooed.

Kurt couldn't help but glance over to Nick to see if he had any reaction, but his face was unreadable.

They entered the auditorium, which until that moment Kurt hadn't known where it was, and they dragged him to the front row to take a seat. The auditorium actually had a fairly large number of people inside. Kurt had forgotten that the drama club wasn't entirely made up of the one group of friends.

Blaine and Rachel walked out onto the stage, and they were positively beaming. God these kids are such dorks.

"Welcome theater family!" Rachel exclaimed.

"And newbies," Blaine added quickly.

Rachel waved him off. "They're family too."

"For those that you don't know us, we're co presidents of the drama club."

"How did they even get elected as co presidents?" Kurt whispered to Nick.

He shrugged. "The student body was very insistent that they share the position. Miss Wright agreed. They've basically been in charge since we were freshman."

Kurt smiled.

"Enclosed in this envelope, is the musical for McKinley High School's 2014-2015 school year!"

"They don't know what it says!" A woman in her mid thirties who Kurt assumed to be their director Miss Wright called out.

"This is quite intense," Kurt whispered.

Jeff laughed. "Just wait until tech week."

"No, we do not," Blaine clarified.

"This year's musical is…" Rachel said as she began to open the envelope.

"Drum roll!" Jeff shouted out and Brittany tapping on her legs with surprising volume.

"The Phantom of the Opera!" Rachel and Blaine shouted in unison.

Kurt squealed, but no one else seemed to noticed because they were all having their own little celebration. All of their friends walked over to stand in a group.

"Did you really know that?" Kurt asked Jesse.

"Who do you think made it happen?" Jesse replied with a cocky grin.

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Blaine and Rachel hopped down from the stage to join them.

"Well, Miss Wright was having some trouble coming up with a musical this year. She loves Phantom with a passion but it's not remotely in our budget so, since it is also one of my personal favorites, I had my father make an impressive donation to the drama club. And voilà. Kurt here of course gave me the idea," Jesse said patting him on the head.

"You sly dog," Santana said clearly impressed.

"Are you serious? How do your parents even have that kind of money to throw around?"

"Didn't Blaine tell you?" Jesse asked with a raised eyebrow. "We both used to attend Dalton Academy, school for the richest and snobbiest. Our parents are both extremely loaded. My dad is the CEO of some company," he said with a shrug as though it was the least important piece of information he had ever stumbled across. "This donation was nothing for him."

Kurt hopped up and down a few more times before launched himself at Jesse and enveloped him in a tight hug. "It is to me. This is going to be the greatest musical ever!"