A/N Happy 21st Chris!

When Kurt and Blaine arrived back at Dalton late that Sunday night they were greeted by a flurry of hugs and cheers. Many from those who had heard about the recent date, and were congratulating the warblers on their official couple status (Or so facebook told them, thanks to Wes and David) Others, were from people who had heard the news of what Really happened on the date, and who were whispering encouragements in the boys ears as they hugged or offering their services with a sabre.

Either way, both boys felt relieved to be back at school. Even if now they were to be subjected to the hellish madness that resided within the walls of Lyon.

Which had much since subsided Blaine's roommate, Jamison's departure.- well not departure, more unexpected leave. He was currently in hospital nursing some six or seven broken bones after falling down a flight of stairs playing sock hockey with Wes and David. He wasn't due to be back for at least a month, and was banned from wearing slipper socks Ever again by his very angry parents.

This however was good news for some. One, the house was calmer, and two, Blaine was currently staying in a 'single' room, which meant a free bed to spend the night in.

Kurt was still a little shaken up after the neathderthalic hockey players attacked them at the rink, not to mention his nerves were in tatters after Burt's 'discovery' of the Klaine relationship. (Yes, after Wes and David had begun to call them that, the rest of Lyon took it upon themselves to use the name as much as physically possible. It then spread to the warblers and now, Kurt found the word spilling from his lips every so often, much to his displeasure.)

After escaping the crowds of boys – well there were only about 8 of them still awake but it seemed like a swamp- the two boys vacated the entrance hall and went straight for Blaine's room. Kurt always kept a spare pair of pyjamas there, encase he really needed to stay –(no euphemism's Kurt just hated being alone, It usually happened when Oran was away with his parents) and so there was no need to stop back at his room.

Kurt had managed to squeeze himself from his literally 'skin-tight jeans' (that Blaine was positive he was sewn into),and was now sitting cross legged on Jamison's bed, engrossed in a copy of Vogue whilst clad in his shimmering blue silk pyjamas. Blaine was still in the bathroom, cleaning his teeth. Kurt had finished his moisturising routine long ago, Blaine had been locked away in the ensuite for a long time.

Kurt glanced down at his watch. 10.47pm. Well past curfew, but all boys had sworn not to tell the dean about Kurt's stay in Blaine's room, on fear of death, from any Warbler, (Wes, David and the rest had decided this Klaine relationship was to have no problems and made it their personal mission to deflect all possible problems from hitting the Dalton IT couple. –they may or may not have money wedged on this, but that was Not the point.) and besides, with a Junior Prefect as a boyfriend, the rules for Kurt could certainly be stretched.

'Blaine, get a move on.' Kurt called out, glancing up over the glossy pages of his beloved magazine to the still, tightly shut door. 'I intend to actually see my boyfriend before I go to sleep. to hopefully celebrate the fact he is alive after that roasting from my father.'

He heard the sounds of sloshing water, then a gargle and finally the splashing as a jet of water hit the sink.

'Believe you me Kurt. I am celebrating in the most awesome way possible.' Blaine called from behind the door. The screech of the towel hook rang out over his words of his quickly dried his hands.

'Cover your eyes.' Blaine said, Kurt could practically hear Blaine's smirk from where he sat.

'Blaine wha-'

'Just do it .'

'But-'

'Kurt pwetty pwetty pwease cwose your eyes.' Blaine cooed through the wood. Kurt sighed and contented himself to just cover his eyes with the magazine.

'I can't see. Happy now?'

'Extremely.' Blaine said, and Kurt heard the bolt slide smoothly from the lock and the door swing open. Two loud footsteps were made as Blaine exited the bath room.

'You can look now.' He said proudly.

'Ok Blaine wh- WOA.!'

Kurt was, for one of the first times, speechless. Blaine was standing, hands on hips, posing very very outrageously. Clad in the world weirdest assortment of garments.

He had on a pair of gold and red striped pyjama pants and a shirt adorned with the grinning face of one Daniel Radcliff, along with a scarf that matched his pants and a pair of rectangular reading glasses.

'Oh Good...Oh My Miu Miu... Blaine. WHAT on earth are you wearing?'

'Do you like it?' Blaine questioned, giving Kurt a little twirl before whipping off his glasses and winking viciously.

'It's...different...' To be honest those were pretty much the only words Kurt could muster. After looking past the grinning face on Blaine's shirt, it was actually extremely tight, and Kurt could see every individual ripple his boyfriends muscles made as he moved, it was... entrancing...

'...now?'

Kurt didn't hear what had been said, he was too focused on following a wave of muscle that was rolling beneath Harry's left ear on the shirt.

'Kurt?' Blaine said, after his boyfriend trailed off and was just staring at him. 'Kurt... I asked you a question.'

'Wha- oh, yeah I said it's dif-'

'No. A different question. Stop gazing at my chest, my eyes are up here.'

Kurt flushed to the roots of his perfectly quaffed hair, and snapped his vision up to see Blaine smirking down at him.

'Come on Kurt, you've gotta admit. This outfit is KILLER. I could bag myself Tom Felton for sure.'

'Already looking for another guy?' Kurt mused, pulling his best pout.

'Nah, unfortunately no one else can handle my eccentricities, so you're stuck with me for the time being. At least until Felton realises what a pain women are and turns gay. Then, well, I'm going to have him for sure- sorry Kurt, but I don't see you becoming a wizard anytime soon.' A Wizard no, an angel, hell yes. And a gay angel at that. Take that Christianity Klaine 1 – Catholicism 0

'I am not so sure. I bet he couldn't last through your Disney marathons like me. And can he sing Jasmine's part to 'whole new world' off by heart? Me thinks not.'

'Hmmm. I agree with you on that. Bah, I guess you'll just have to stick around for a little while then.' Blaine brought his hand to his face, wiping away an imaginary tear whilst winking directly at Kurt. 'Any way, back to my question. Do you want to watch a movie now? in celebration of my head still being joined to my neck and all that jazz.'

'YES' Kurt blurted out, far too fast to not seem desperate. 'I mean, yeah sure, if you want.' to be fair, Blaine was offering Kurt an excuse to sit snuggled against his side and to feed him popcorn, so who in their right mind wouldn't agree. 'I guess you want to watch Harry Potter, what with the outfit and all?' Kurt questioned as Blaine plonked himself down by the large flat screen in the corner.

'You know me too well Kurt Hummel.' Blaine smirked as he rifled through shelves of DVDs, hurriedly skipping past Mean Girls and The Princess Diaries. If anybody asked, they weren't his. It wasn't like he and David or Wes used to sit and watch these every weekend when their roomie wasn't around whilst quoting along at every possible moment. No way. Never...

'Don't think I didn't see your collection of chick flicks Mister.' Kurt said, grinning from across the room. Yes, Blaine had a weakness, mwah ha ha, now Kurt could have a girly movie marathon, without having to invite all the New Direction girls and had an excuse to cuddle with his boyfriend- SCORE.

Blaine rolled his eyes and continued sifting through the heaps of cases. Kurt couldn't use his chick flick love against him...Could he?

'Come on Blaine, hurry up, I want to at least see part of this film before I inevitably fall asleep at your side.'

Blaine sat up triumphantly and raised a box up, above his head. 'FOUND IT.' He sang. Kurt got up and walked over to Blaine, kneeling down, he looked at the box, a puzzled expression filling his features.

'This is the seventh film. I've shown you the other Harry Potter's but this. This is something else. It's in two parts and split the book, in the most awkward place, I mean when Dobby di-MMPH GERD OUF MURGH.'

Kurt clamped his hand over his boyfriends babbling mouth. Blaine was awful with spoilers, and continued to commentate along to nearly all films they watched, if he knew the plot line well enough.

'KURRG GEROF MEH'

'Na uh, not until you shut up and stop telling me what's going to happen. I don't want to know what Dobby does just like I didn't want to know what happened to Dumbledore, so shush or i- OH SWEET BABY CHEEZUS BLAINE- Did you just lick me?'

Blaine nodded his head and grinned maliciously behind Kurt's hand, which was immediately yanked away.

'eww, Blaine, you are not a cat.' Kurt pulled out a tissue from his pocket and proceeded to wipe clean his hand.

'Meow?' Blaine asked waggling his eyebrows at Kurt.

'Don't you raise those triangles at me mister.' Kurt said, batting away Blaine's ...paw? as he brought it up to sit on Kurt's.

'Meow, meow ,meow meow meow.' Blaine said, matter of factly. (1)

'What do you want me to do? Stroke you?' Blaine looked shocked at Kurt's sudden speech. Then Kurt, realising what he had just said, jumped practically a foot into the air and started babbling a string of apologies.

'Oh..OH GOD NO, no I didn't mean it like that...thats just...God...Dear Gaga kill me now...i'm so embarrassed, I'm so sorry Blaine I- that..so wrong..just I-'

Blaine placed a finger over Kurt's lips, effectively silencing the boy. Unlike Blaine, Kurt did not lick his boyfriends finger( It would have been overly inappropriate at a time like that), but instead released a deep sigh and shuddered with embarrassment.

'meow meow meowmeowmeow.' Blaine said, grinning at Kurt.

Kurt giggled a little and leant back so Blaine's finger fell away from his mouth.

'Blaine. I don't speak cat.'

'Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot you don't possess my awesome skills-OW'

Kurt gave him a playful slap on his wrist before letting the newly abused arm snake around his waist and pull him closer to Blaine.

'I was GOING to say, you were rambling, but now that I have been assaulted, I shall not talk to you.' Then realising that he had just pulled Kurt into his arms 'I shall just hug you, and nothing more. I take a vow of silence starting...NOW'

Blaine took in a huge breath and stuck his lips together like a gold fish. His cheeks almost spherical from the air trapped inside.

Kurt pouted at Blaine, pulling his lower lip out so it protruded from beneath his upper.

'Blaine?'

'...'

'Blainey boo I am talking to you.'

'...'

'You won't last 10 minutes' Woa, you just made yourself a bet Hummel

'...'

'Blaine.'

'...'

'Blainey boo'

*evil stare*

'I'm sorry.'

'...' Blaine gasped for air before resuming his goldfish position.

'I'm ever so sorry for hitting you.'

'...'

'Please talk to me.'

Blaine continued squinting his eyes in death stare mode at the boy, not willing to be beaten that easily.

He turned his head, Kurt took this as an invitation to lean his head on Blaine shoulder.

Blaine sighed and turned back to face his boyfriend. Kurt's eyes widened and he now bore a strong resemblance to puss in boots from Shrek. This was just unfair. How could he withstand this kind of torture.

There was only one thing left to do if he was to win this bet and keep his silence.

Blaine moved his free arm and slowly let it trail up Kurt's back. Eliciting sensual shivers from Kurt. His fingers inched slowly us his neck and settled behind Kurt's earlobe. Blaine allowed his thumb to gently caress the sensitive spot, before slipping up until his fingers tangled in Kurt's glossy locks. He then brought his hand further up until it was on top of Kurt's head. Then...

He ruffled Kurt's hair!

His fingers moved at lightning speed through ever last strand, trying to create as much static and frizz as would be physically possible.

He regretted having to resort to this kind of violence, but Kurt left him with no choice. After all he doubted Blaine's self control. Shit had got personal

The younger boy shrieked and jumped away from Blaine. Strings of explicates flowing from his lips. He ran into the bathroom and slammed the door.

Wow, Blaine thought. Little over reaction there. Wait..shit..his hair...oh crap..Shit really did get personal.

I am a dead man

'BLAINE ANDERSON I HATE YOU' came the loud shout through the door. 'YOU HAVE COMPLETELY MUCKED UP MY HAIR.'

Blaine sighed again and sat up. Slinging himself to his feet he got up and paraded over to the door, where he pressed his ear against the wood, hearing the sounds of frantic combing and the solvent spray cans letting off every few seconds.

Blaine waited outside the ensuite for a good five minutes when the spraying finally stopped. Most of the time spent formulating mini speeches

Blaine's hand crept up slowly and before he knew it he was knocking on the bathroom door.

'Go away Blaine.' Said the begrudging voice of Kurt.

Blaine hesitated. Was losing his silence vow worth it...? Yeah. Yeah it was.

'Kurt. I'm sorry for messing up your hair.'

'Not good enough Blaine. Nowhere near.'

'Wha- Kurt come on, I mean it was bed time, it was going to get messed up anyw-'

'Don't even try and finish that sentence mister.'

'Bu-'

'No.' Kurt too was now leaning against the door, ear pressed tightly to the cold wooden surface.

'No Blaine. Not everyone can wake up in the morning with angelic hair. Just you and Oran have that luxury. It takes me AGES to get my hair looking this good and then when I wake up I only have minimal damage to repair. And you completely mucked up my schedule by messing up my do. After my dad's heart attack you know how fussy I get with my schedules, and now I am going to have to skip out on breakfast so I have extra time to fix my hair- don't try to argue with me, it is the price I have to pay to look this good. An even higher price now you have ruined my perfect quiff'

'But Kurt, I am really really sorry. I even gave up my vow of silence to talk to you.'

'Not good enough. This is my hair we are talking about, all I did was smack you, you took this too far.'

'... And I wore my Gryffindor outfit and my glasses,'

'Your glasses?'

'yes I am a dork, I wear glasses because my contacts hurt at night...

'...'

'I have no idea why I am saying all this but I will continue to until you forgive me and get your skinny butt out of the bathroom.'

Silence...more silence...oh was that a word-no just a footstep...damn.

'The silent treatment eh? Touché mon ami'

'...'

'Ok, you asked for it I am going to have to list the awesomeness we are, so you shall forgive me and take my corny ass back'

'...'

'Fine. Here goes.'

'...'

' Officially, in the past week or so, so much has happened. We started dating, we got wasted at a party, we discovered the homosexual tendencies of our Warbler councils elite...'

Interesting that neither Wes nor David had brought up the party after those little secrets were released.

'We went skating, I failed, you just owned the rink because that is the kind of fabulous person you are. Then we were given all that crap by those neaderthalic jerk bags, but we got through it,'

With only two black eyes and a black and blue face...fun times. Not

'I still owe you some money for the cover up you got me by the way, don't let me forget, wait...where was –oh yea, we got through it. And then we got back to your house only to face the wrath of the Burtinator in the morning.'

Blaine could here stifled giggles coming through the door, he must be saying something right. A muflled 'what the hell kind of name is that' sounded through the door, and though not directed at Blaine, he felt like he was getting somewhere.

'I still think I'm pretty lucky to be alive after your dad, and hey, even if I wasn't I would come back as a ghost and stalk you everywhere because I can't bear to be without you, my adorable BOYFRIEND. You're just amazing Kurt and I am sorry for messing up your hair, and your schedule.'

'...You're amazing too...oh sappy Warbler. But you have not been forgiven yet'

'Hey hey, at least you're not mad anymore.' Blaine said, jumping away from the door and doing a little celebratory happy dance.

'Oh no, I am mad with you, I just think your little cliché apology has earned you one more chance.'

'Oh yes, 10 points to Blaine.'

'But I'm warning you Anderson. All your hair touching rights have here for been revoked for the determinable future. You place a fingertip in it, I shall cut a bitch- that bitch most likely being you.'

'Are you calling me...a bitch?' Blaine said, eyes wide, pulling the cheesiest expression he could, before realising Kurt couldn't see him.

'Hey Kurt, get out of the bathroom, you need to witness my shocked and appalled face.' Blaine said, twisting the locked handle several times.

He let go as he felt the bolt slide back from the other side of the door.

A few seconds later Kurt poked his nose through the small gap between the wooden panels and the frame. He took one scowling look at Blaine, before bursting into a fit of laughter.

'Oh my goodness Blaine you should never pull that expression in glasses, it reminds me of Professor Trelawney!' Kurt said, giggling freely, as if all previous grudges had been forgotten.

'HaHa, victory, I have finally taught you something about Harry Potter.' Blaine cheered and all of a sudden he threw the bathroom door open and scooped Kurt up in his arms bridal style then proceeded to dance around the room.

'Hey. BLAINE ANDERSON PUT ME DOWN.' Kurt screeched playfully, batting at Blaine's arms with his hand.

'Never. It is my right as a loving and apologetic boyfriend to carry you to your temporary bed. Do you really want to deny that?'

'Yes. Now. Put. Me. Down.'

'Err..No.' Blaine took this as an opportunity to tickle the squirming boy. Kurt started squealing and his giggling turned him into an uncontrollable mess.

'Let... me Go ...or I will End you Anderson.'

'Bring it Hummel.' Blaine smirked, spinning around on the floor. Kurt grabbed hold of Blaine's collar.

'Blaaainne Don't tickle me.' Kurt yelled, laughing uncontrollably.

'Blaine put me down.'

'Blaaine.'

'I can't hear you.' Blaine sang, still twirling round in circles

'La di da I can't hear yo- hey that's my head..OW' Blaine dropped Kurt down on Jamison's bed and rubbed at his head, where his hair had been scraped fiercely by the angry and dizzy, comb wielding Kurt.

'Revenge is sweet Mr Anderson. Oh so very very sweet.'

Blaine slumped down on the bed next to Kurt, and re attached his arms to Kurt's side.

'I am scarred Kurt. SCARRED.' Blaine joked pointing to the scratch Kurt's comb had made on his hair line and prodding Kurt in the ribs, eliciting another string of giggles from the younger boy.

'I warned you about the hair, you shall suffer Blaine. Suffer I say.'

'haha, well I guess this at least is a pretty neat punishment. I can tell all the warblers I was involved in a vicious fight with a crocodile, which pulled out a knife and gave me this scar. They'll all be jealous of my badassery.'

'...'

'Come on, it's so completely believable, I will be made BAMF of the year.'

'Bamf Blaine?'

'Really Kurt, had Puck taught you nothing?'

'Blaine you are NOT a badass mofo. You watch Disney movies and sing along to the sound of music when your upset. You wear glasses. You also seem to possess several chick flicks. You my friend, are just a dork...and a hobbit. But my dork and my hobbit so that's all fine. I forgive your weirdness.'

'I am not weird. I just have good taste in movies, and the sound of music has a Kurt in it, so you can't be mean to me about that. Glasses are totally awesome, don't be hatin' and once again I repeat, I am not weird.'

'Harry begs to differ.' Kurt said, poking his finger onto the lightning scar in the centre of Blaine's shirt.

'Harry loves my glasses. It's just a shame SOME people can't appreciate their style.' Blaine raised his eyebrows at Kurt, as the fashionable boy surveyed the glasses.

'DKNY, I am impressed.' He said. Giving his nod of approval before leaning in to press a chaste kiss to the tip of Blaine's nose.

'Don't think you're forgiven yet Blaine.' Kurt whispered. 'Your fashion sense however, that has been forgiven. Your Gryffindor outfit has been repented by the designer label perched on your forehead.'

'You love my clothes more than me?'

'Pretty much.'

'Right Kurt, that's it.' Blaine pushed Kurt over, with some force and began to tickle his boyfriend's ribs and stomach. Kurt writhed back and forth on the sheets yelping and giggling like an 8 year old child.

His silk pyjamas rode up so his navel was showing. Blaine took this as the perfect opportunity to place kisses across Kurt's stomach, then blow the occasional raspberry which caused Kurt to squeal and flush a deep shade of pink. Blaine's mouth rose up his chest and latched onto his neck. Blaine had taken to yelling 'Nom nom nom' every time he removed his mouth to take a breath, and Kurt was wrestling to get free. All the time Kurt was laughing hysterically

'Your laugh is so adorable.' Blaine said, raising his head so it was facing Kurt's, still pinning Kurt's arms to his side to prevent the younger boy lashing out again with his comb. 'It's insanely cute and sweet but at the same time it just makes me want to kiss you senseless.'

'Well just so you know. I am all up for the second one.'

'Really now?'

Kurt grinned and slipped his hand from under Blaine's and raised it up to cup Blaine's cheek, he then pulled the older boys lips down until they collided.

He started off slow and sweet, gently caressing the older boys mouth with his own. He was breathing in the heavy smell of Blaine, sweet and bitter at the same time, and extremely intoxicating. Slowly Kurt began to deepen the kiss. He allowed his mouth to widen as the kiss became open mouthed. Kurt slowly sunk his teeth into Blaine's bottom lip and massaged it with his own.

Blaine let out a soft moan and began to dig his fingers deeper into Kurt's waist, unable to move much more than this even though he was pretty much on top of the countertenor. He let his hands slip slowly beneath Kurt's shirt so his knuckles brushed against skin whilst his nails dug into the luxurious silk pyjamas.

Kurt took Blaine's sounds and movements as a good sign and slowly let his tongue trace along Blaine's lips, before delving into his mouth to graze against Blaine's own. Blaine's teeth slowly nipped at Kurt's tongue before it was off searching for cavities in the younger boy's mouth.

Kurt smiled into the kiss, and rolled over, so now it was he who was straddling Blaine. He drew back his head to flip his hair from his eyes, before gazing lustfully down at his boyfriend, and diving lips first back onto Blaine's mouth. Continuing the kiss.

Tom Felton eat your heart out was all either boy could think.

A/N: THIS STORY IS ON AN INDEFINITE HIATUS!