*Yawn.*

Don't really have anything to say.

Oh. I updated the last chapter because as well as making sure it didn't look cramped I put in a link of the song that they sung at the bottom. Basically, just watch it because I think it actually sounds like they were singing it in the house. That's kind of why I used the song...

and next week is the break-up episode so...

Just...enjoy.

Onwards.

Chapter 6

The next morning, Kurt was woken up by the sound of Bad Romance from his alarm clock. Sighing he turned it off and sat up in bed. At least it's Lady Gaga and not Finn waking me up, he thought, chuckling. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and got out of bed, putting on his slippers and opening the curtains to bring light into the room. What he didn't expect was to see Blaine's face grinning right at him through the window. Giving a yelp of surprise, he opened the window and glared at the now laughing boy.

"Awww did I scare you?" Blaine asked, sweetly. Kurt rolled his eyes and pulled Blaine into the room.

"Does he even go home?" he muttered under his breath as he watched as Blaine jumped excitedly onto Kurt's still messy bed and made himself comfortable under the covers. It was still warm from Kurt occupying it only minutes before.

"This bed is amazing." Blaine moaned into Kurt's pillow.

"What time did you wake up today? It's illegal to have that much energy so early in the morning." Kurt told him, heading towards the bathroom. "I'm going to be a while, is that OK?"

"Yeah, that's fine." Blaine replied, stretching his arms above him before sitting up and shuffling over towards the bedside drawer. When Kurt closed the door to the bathroom behind him, Blaine took the opportunity to snoop through his belongings. He opened the top drawer to find a notebook, a couple of pens, an Ipod and a photo frame facing downwards. Pulling out the Ipod and notebook, he picked a suitable song and went through the notebook. Freezing at the first page, saying Kurt's diary, unless you want to hear about how hot boys are, Finn, Don't read, he wondered whether he should carry on reading or respect Kurt's privacy and leave it alone. Curiosity got the better of him so, settling on the former, he opened and searched through the book, looking for whether his name is mentioned. The first time he sees that he's mentioned was the day that he and Kurt met. Smiling fondly at the memory, he carried on searching, pausing when he got up to the bit about when Kurt was first giving him a lesson in the choir room. I had never wanted to kiss him more than when- The bathroom door opened and Blaine practically threw the notebook back in the drawer. Kurt eyed him suspiciously.

"What are you doing?" He asked, eyebrow raised and hands on hips. Blaine looked at the Ipod in his hand and back up to Kurt.

"Listening to your music. Quite a collection." Blaine lied, smiling innocently at him. Kurt narrowed his eyes but went into his walk-in wardrobe to find a suitable outfit. Sighing in relief, Blaine went back into the drawer to put the notebook back in its proper place, the way he found it. Once again, curiosity got the better of him when he spotted the face-down photo frame. He turned it over to find a picture of a young Kurt Hummel and a gorgeous woman, who looked exactly like him, having what looked like a tea-party. The woman was obviously a Poten because of the way that he saw this energy surrounding her. He wondered what energy that could be and noted mentally that he should ask Kurt when they go and get coffee. Carefully, he put the photo back in the drawer as well as the Ipod and he stole a pen, closing the draw after. He put the pen behind his ear, jumped off the bed and walked towards the wardrobe. When he got the opening, he saw Kurt, shirtless and bent over, trying to find a shirt in his endless collection of designer outfits. Blushing furiously, he turned his head away courteously and coughed. Kurt shot up from his position and started at Blaine, still shirtless. Now that he was upright, Blaine thought it was OK to look again. Then he realised that Kurt's belt was undone. Coughing again, he walked in, regardless of Kurt's state and started looking around.

"So, what you planning on wearing?" he asked, turning to Kurt, who was blushing from his face down to the top of his chest. This made Blaine chuckle. Kurt just turned away from him.

"I don't exactly know what you wear at a Poten park to be honest. I've never been." He admitted, biting his lip. Blaine couldn't deny that it was cute when Kurt was embarrassed.

"I'll help you. You never know what might go on, so you have to be prepared." Blaine warned him, already going through a bunch of Kurt's clothes, finding bow-ties he was thinking of asking to borrow. One step ahead of him, Kurt reached up for one of the boxes on his shelf and held it out to Blaine. When he looked inside, he found loads of different coloured bow-ties with loads of different patterns and he gasped in excitement.

"Oh my god! I've never seen so many!" he cried, already putting them on the floor and going through them. "What did you do? Buy the whole store? Is there a bow-tie store? That would be so cool!" Kurt laughed at him.

"Take what you want, really. When I saw you just before the party, I made sure to make myself remember to organise all of the bow-ties into piles that I wear and piles that I don't so you can have as many as you want from that pile." Kurt winked at him and Blaine literally squealed in excitement. However he would never admit to that, obviously.

When Blaine was too busy going through the different bow-ties he could possibly have, Kurt sighed and went back to picking out clothes. "Your dad is coming up." Blaine suddenly announced, looking up and staring straight at Kurt. Kurt looked back at him with a mixed expression of both confusion and surprise.

"What?" he asked, stupidly. Blaine rolled his eyes and nodded his head towards the door.

"You dad is coming up the stairs." Then he went back to the bow-ties and started to look through the box. That was when Kurt heard his dad knock on his bedroom door. Kurt's eyes widened.

"Stay here." He whispered to Blaine, pointing a finger at the boy who was now oblivious to all but the bow-ties. Kurt rolled his eyes for the second time that day and went to his bedroom door, making sure that he didn't accidently step on the goof ball on the floor with a gel helmet and a strange obsession with bow ties. When he opened the door his dad was there and he looked Kurt up and down strangely. That's when Kurt realised he was still shirtless and his belt was still undone. Kurt coughed nervously.

"Yes, dad?" he asked sweetly. Burt stayed quiet for a moment, studying Kurt.

"Well, I'm going to be at the garage for most of the day. Are you OK? I thought you were going out? Usually you're already dressed when I knock." Burt said, crossing his arms. "You're not ill or anything?"

"What? No. No, dad. I just…my friend called me, said he was running late. I have more time this morning." Kurt lied, deciding to do up his belt to cease further embarrassment. Burt stared at him blankly before walking away without another word. Kurt gave out a sigh of relief before closing the door and making his way back towards the wardrobe. When he saw Blaine on the floor with tons bow-ties done up all down both his arms and some on his legs, staring at them thoughtfully, he laughed boisterously at him before grabbing his phone out of the back pocket of his Armani jeans and took a picture. Realising what had happened; Blaine looked up at Kurt and smiled sheepishly.

"I'm sorry. There's so many…I just got a little excited." Blaine explained, looking towards the now done up belt. "You wearing those jeans?"

He was still staring at the belt. Kurt looked away in embarrassment. "Um…I was going to? Do you propose something different?" He asked, crossing his arms against his (still naked) chest. Blaine scrambled up from the floor and walked towards Kurt, stopping right in front of him. Kurt stared back at him, confusion evident on his face and his eyes widened in surprise when Blaine's hand went into the back pocket of his jeans. Squealing, he jumped away.

"Blaine!" He whispered harshly, trying to be quiet so that his father wouldn't hear him. Grinning at him, Blaine held up Kurt's phone that was now in his hand and unlocked it. Kurt frowned at him as he watched the boy on his phone.

"Aha!" Blaine said after a moment. He smiled, causing Kurt to smile and a flash from the phone went off. Kurt stood dazed for a moment.

"…Why?" he asked, bluntly. Blaine didn't answer and was still using Kurt's phone. The phone made a noise and a couple of seconds later, after Blaine tossed the phone back at him, a noise came from Blaine's pocket. Kurt stared at it for a moment. "I sent it to myself! Now, if you ever send the one of me with the bow-ties to anyone, I will be sure to send the one I just took of you. Shirtless. With bed head." Blaine smiled, proudly.

Rolling his eyes, Kurt pushed past him. "I wasn't going to show anyone, you knuckle head." Kurt said, going back to his clothes.

"Well, then. You have nothing to be worry about and I have a picture of you on my phone. Shirtless." He paused. "With bed head." Blaine grinned at him. "…That's going to be your contact picture."

"…As long as I save your one as your contact pic."

"Deal"

Blaine smiled and went to one of Kurt's shelves full of clothes. Kurt took this opportunity to ask a question. "So…how did you know my dad was coming up the stairs? Some power you haven't told me about? Precognition like Mercedes?" he asked, attempting to act nonchalantly. Blaine just looked over his shoulder with an amused smirk on his lips. "Superhuman senses, remember? Or did you just forget about me? I know everyone else does." He mumbled the last park to himself and before Kurt could ask him what he said; he took out Hollister sweatpants, waved them a bit and looked to Kurt for approval.

"How about these?" he asked, looking for approval. Kurt just stared at them blankly.

"Really, Blaine?"

"You bought them! Excuse me if I thought you might want to wear sweatpants that you bought." Blaine defended himself, slightly offended. Kurt just rolled his eyes at him. "I bought them to wear as pyjamas, Blaine. You know? The clothes you wear at night? Or do you spend so much time at my house at night that you forgot what they were?" Kurt asked, sarcastically. Blaine stared at him for a minute before folding the sweatpants up and throwing it at Kurt, landing directly on his head. "Maybe I should leave some pyjamas here…" he muttered to himself and Kurt couldn't figure out if he was joking or being serious. "Wear them. You will need to move freely if something happens." It was Kurt's turn to stare.

"What do you mean 'If something happens'?" Kurt asked, suspiciously. "You said I don't have to get into any of the rings!" Blaine sighed. "I know what I said. It's just…if something happens; you need to be prepared, Kurt. You know how rough it is out there. Especially with powers like ours." Kurt went silent for a moment.

"Are there others like us?" he asked, finally. Blaine just looked at him, confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Are there other Multi-Potentia?" Kurt asked quietly. Blaine's closed his eyes for a moment. "No…I don't think so, Kurt." He told him, truthfully. Kurt just nodded and went to find a t-shirt. Blaine smiled slightly. "…and if something happens, I have a friend that we can talk to there. He knows everything about Potens, although he isn't one himself. He probably knows more than you do." Kurt paused in his rummaging.

"He knows more about Potens than I do? No-body knows more about Potens then I do." Kurt gritted through his teeth. Blaine raised his eyebrows in amusement.

"Whoa, Calm down, tiger. We will see when we get there, won't we?" He said before getting distracted again with the bow-ties still on his arms.

Blaine still thought about the day before and the kiss. He thought about how Kurt wasn't acting any different. It was probably how he said bye to every boy who drives him home and then says good-bye to him at his window. They haven't spoken about it in the half an hour that he had been in the room. He sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to bring it up.

"Blaine?...Blaine? BLAINE?!" Kurt whisper-shouted at Blaine before he snapped out of his thoughts, probably so Burt wouldn't hear him shouting the boys name in his room and have another heart attack.

"Were you even listening to me? Or were you too busy with your precious bow-ties?" Blaine looked at the bow-ties and raised an eyebrow at Kurt.

"Hey, if you didn't want me getting distracted, you shouldn't have given me them." Blaine told him, smirking. Kurt just smiled back at him.

"Fine then. Can I take them-"

"No."

"…OK. Whatever. Anyway…as I was saying. Are we going to go straight to the P-park or are we going to go get coffee first? If you want to get through the day alive, I need to get me some coffee." Kurt explained to him almost condescendingly, crossing his arms. Blaine rolled his eyes, starting to get impatient. "Alright, alright. Can you just get ready so that we can go and talk at the café?" he asked, exasperatedly. "You have everything you're wearing. Go! Change!"

"Go? What do you mean go? This is my wardrobe! You go and wait in my room. I'll just be a minute." Kurt pushed him out of the wardrobe. When Blaine was in the room, he stood stupidly in the middle before jumping on the bed once again. Then the door opened.

"Dude, have you seen my X-box game? Poten Rangers? I know you-" Finn stopped when he found a young teenage boy with sweatpants, a t-shirt, gelled hair as hard as a helmet and bow-ties down both of his arms. A boy that was not his brother.

"Blaine?" Finn asked, confused. Blaine shot up from the bed and stared at Finn, eyes wide and mouth open.

"I should have heard you…" Blaine moaned. "What's going on with me…"

Finn just stared at him and Kurt left the wardrobe, fully clothed. When he spotted Finn, his expression mirrored Blaine's.

"Finn? What are you doing in my room?!" Kurt yelled at him, shocked.

"I wanted to ask you- wait. No. Don't spin this on me. What is your boyfriend doing in your room?!" he yelled back and Kurt winced, running towards the door and shutting it so that his dad doesn't hear anything.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Kurt whispered to him. "Dad can't know he's here! He will kill him!" Blaine's eyes widened at the last statement. "…and Blaine is not my boyfriend!" Deflating a little, Blaine caught Finn's knowing smirk and glared at him.

"Now, now." Finn smirked widened. "Play nice. You wouldn't want Burt coming up here to find you?" Blaine's eyes grew so wide it was almost comical…almost. A burst of anger suddenly swept through Blaine.

"I think you should focus more on the outcome of what will happen when I get my hand on you after you call Burt up here."

Finn laughed. "And what will you do? Blow my lights out?"

"You have no idea what I'm capable of." He growled, his grip tightening on the edges of Kurt's bed. Kurt chose that moment to interrupt the argument, before things got out of hand.

"I swear to god, Finnegan, if you tell my dad that Blaine is here I will personally destroy all of your games, your X-box and your hopes of ever doing anything with Rachel. Ever again." Kurt growled at him. Finn froze.

"You can't do that." He stated, hesitantly. Kurt noticed and smirked. "She's my hag. Of course I can." Blaine gave out a burst of laughter before clamping his hand over his mouth when Finn glared at him.

"Now get out of my room and shut up. Oh, and knock next time." Kurt demanded, pushing Finn out of the room as he sulked away, obviously losing the argument. When Kurt turned around, he saw Blaine on the bed, eyes closed and hands behind his bed. It was as if the argument didn't happen. He didn't look like he was going to move any time soon. "Blaine, get up." No answer. "Blaine. Get. Up."

"I'm sorry. Blaine isn't here right now, he's enjoying the bed made of heaven used by none over but the angel from heaven, Kurt Hummel." Kurt blushed at this. "He will be happy to get back to you after the beep though." Kurt waited a few moments.

"Where's the beep?"

"It fell asleep on your bed made of heaven." Blaine stated simply. Rolling his eyes, Kurt went over to the bed, grabbed Blaine by the arms and dragged him to the window. "Come on, you came through this way, you can go out through this way too." Blaine smirked, climbing out of the window.

"If that's true for everything, does that mean I have to die in a woman's-"

"See you in a minute, Blaine."

After Blaine left through the window, Kurt sighed tiredly and turned towards his bed. I might as well make it before I go, he thought. When he lifted up the covers, he saw two holes in his sheet with a slight brownish/black tint around them. Frowning, he trailed his fingers over the hardened material but decided to leave it for later. He couldn't be bothered to think about anything at that moment. It was way to early and he needed his coffee. Grabbing his bag off the floor, he sprinted down the stairs and out the house.

When Blaine opened the passenger side door, Kurt was already out the house and running towards him.

"That was fast." He commented, keeping the door open as Kurt slipped in. He closed the door behind him and walked patiently to the other side of the car. Kurt was staring at him. Scrutinizing him. When Blaine opened the door and entered the car, he sat still for a minute looking at Kurt as he watched him.

"What?" He asked finally. Shrugging, Kurt opened the glove department and started going through Blaine's CD's silently. Blaine sighed and the engine turned itself on. Kurt looked at Blaine as he pulled out of his driveway and onto the main road.

"How did my dad not see the car?" He mused. Blaine shrugged.

"Do you ever carry around your car keys?" Kurt asked him, a question he had been dying to ask him since Friday night. Blaine chuckled lightly. "No, not really. I don't see the point to be honest."

"No…No, I don't either." Kurt agreed. The drive continued with no conversation and Pink! playing in the background. Then Blaine decided to speak.

"Why were you looking at me? Just before I got into the car?" he asked him, nervously. Kurt laughed slightly, making Blaine look at him in confusion.

"You're still thinking about that?" he asked. Blaine just nodded. It was silent for a moment.

"Why are you such a gentleman, Blaine?" Blaine froze at that. He didn't expect that one.

"Wait…what?" he asked. Kurt sighed.

"You hold for door for me. You are always nice and overly polite to people who are older then you, hell you're nice and overly polite to people who are the same age. Why do you do it? Doesn't it get tiring?" Kurt asked him. Blaine chewed his lip for a moment before answering.

"To be honest, Kurt, people already hate me for who I am. I don't want to give them another reason to. If they find out good qualities about me then maybe they can outweigh the bad. Maybe I'll stop being hated for no god damn reason." His knuckles tightened on the steering wheel slightly and Kurt noticed. Dropping the subject, he pressed the next track. Fucking perfect was playing through the car. Kurt thought it fit.

"Blaine?"

"Hmm?"

"I don't hate you. You're perfect."

When they got to the Lima Bean, Blaine opened the door for Kurt out of habit and Kurt glared at him muttering something along the lines of 'Stupid perfect gentleman needs to learn to not be perfect' under his breath. Blaine smiled at him sheepishly. They got to the line and started to talk quietly while they waited. When it was their turn Blaine grinned at the girl behind the counter.

"Can I get a Medium Drip, a biscotti and a Grande Non-fat Mocha for this guy?" Kurt looked at him sceptically.

"Mercedes again? How did you even talk to her without me noticing?" Kurt asked, disbelievingly as they walked towards the pick up table. Blaine coughed nervously.

"No, actually. I remembered it." Kurt stopped, studying Blaine's face.

"You know my coffee order?" He asked, softly.

"Of course I do, silly." Blaine told him just as quietly and he picked up both the cups while Kurt picked up Blaine's biscotti. They found a small table with two seats and sat down, giving each other their respective food. They sat in silence, sipping on their coffee and watching each other intently. Licking his lips, Blaine put down the cup and looked at Kurt. Kurt just stared back at him, silent.

"So…" Blaine started. "When we were at your house this morning, I noticed a photo of you an a woman."

Kurt continued to stare at him for a while before sighing. "You mean, you went through my drawers and found the picture?" He asked.

"…yes." Blaine replied sheepishly.

"She was my mother."

That seemed to have ended the conversation quite abruptly. She was my mother.

Was. Past tense.

"So…your friend." Kurt coughed awkwardly after the long, drawn out silence. "Can I know a little bit about him?" Blaine took a bite out of his biscotti before answering.

"Yes."

"…Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Tell me about him!"

"Who said she's a him?"

"You said him."

"Did I?"

"Yes, you did. He's a she?"

"No, She's a he."

"Blaine!"

"Alright! Sorry, sorry." Blaine chuckled. "Well, my friend's name is Marc King. But we call him PK, as in Poten King. Clever, huh? Well, before I transferred to McKinley I was obviously in another school. A school that PK still goes to now."

"I see. Do you mind telling me why you transferred?" Kurt asked, curiously.

"It was called Westerville High." Blaine started with a sigh. He knew he was going to have to tell him some day. "It wasn't very…there wasn't…I…" he stopped, squinting his eyes in thought. "I was the only Poten there. It was hard. Mostly because everybody was against me. I was a freak to everybody and it wasn't-"

"You're not a freak." Kurt stated calmly. Blaine stopped. "What?" he asked. "You're not a freak." Kurt said again, patiently. Blaine stayed silent for a moment. "Thank you." He said quietly. Coughing slightly, he spoke again.

"Anyway…as I was saying, it wasn't like McKinley. I didn't have people with powers like us to help me. There was this…incident. With my powers-"

"Which one?" Kurt interrupted.

"My dominant one."

"What's that?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Worth a shot."

"You going to keep interrupting me?" Blaine asked, impatiently. Kurt smirked at him. "Pretty much." Sighing, Blaine continued.

"It got a lot of people angry. You see, I can't control it when I feel too much of a… certain emotion. Whether it's anger or excitement or…pleasure…" Kurt blushed at that. "It just…happens. And people get angry because…it's dangerous, Kurt."

They went silent again and Blaine sipped his medium drip. "Anyway, about Marcus. He was my best friend. When I told him what I can do, he went all out on learning everything about Potens. Soon enough, we decided to go to the Poten park. You can tell he just went nuts there. Would spend hours talking to people, learning about them. Now he's just the expert." Blaine finished, shrugging his shoulders. Kurt took a minute, drinking his coffee and taking the information in. After a while he nodded and smiled at Blaine.

"I'd love to meet him, Blaine." Kurt told him. Grinning widely, Blaine rose from the table and over exaggerated tucking his chair in politely.

"Well then, good sir. Let's start our journey! Onwards!" he declared, already walking towards the exit. Kurt rolled his eyes but got up and followed him, putting the now empty coffee cup in the bin.

When they got to the park Kurt's eyes widened. There were Potens everywhere with all different types of powers. They were all fighting each other, he saw someone get blown away to the other side of the park and flinched as the guy flew over their heads. Blaine didn't even bat an eye. He carried on walking amidst the fighting towards a guy who seemed to be constructing something out of metal. Kurt could see the huge grin on Blaine's face as they were walking towards the guy and smiled slightly also. Blaine suddenly stopped and put his arm out in front of Kurt to stop him. Glancing sideways at him, Blaine grinned again and put his arm down. Then he whistled. The noise was loud enough for Kurt to step back a bit but nobody else paid any attention to it. Except the guy with the metal. The guy froze and turned around, goggles masking his face, wearing an identical grin on his face and he too whistled. Kurt started to get irritated.

"OK. I get it. You guys have some secret dorky nerd whistle. Can you just talk and stop grinning at each other like freaks." Kurt rolled his eyes, pushing Blaine's arm out the way and walking to who he guessed was Marc King. Blaine narrowed his eyes at Kurt.

"I thought you said I'm not a freak?" He asked, pushing his hands into his pockets.

"Like, Blaine. I said 'Like freaks'. I never said you are one." Kurt defended himself, slightly offended that Blaine would accuse him of calling him that. Especially since he had to fight his own thoughts and stop himself from thinking the same thing…but Blaine doesn't know that.

"Marc King!" Blaine announced when they reached him. "It's been a long time."

Marc smirked and crossed his arms. "Hasn't been that long, Blainers. Only since you transferred, which was only a few days ago. Miss me that much?" he mocked, raising an eyebrow. Kurt smirked at Blaine. "Blainers?" he asked. "Shut up."

Marc looked to Kurt and grinned, lifting the goggles off his face and snapping them onto his forehead. "You must be the famous Kurt Hummel! Blaine talks about you all night. Gets quite annoying actually, I kind of need to get some sleep so I usually just turn off my phone. You have to meet him, P.K. He's got the most amazing eyes and I swear when I see him I just want to-"

"OK! Enough of that, P.K." Blaine glared at him, heat rising to his cheeks.

Kurt chuckled and raised his hand for a handshake. "You must be Marc King. It's a pleasure to meet you. Blaine speaks very highly of you." Kurt smiled, kindly.

"Please, call me P.K, everybody else does." P.K continued to grin at him and Kurt wondered if either of the boys' faces were getting tired. Blaine coughed a little, annoyed that he was getting ignored when he brought the two to meet.

"P.K, I have a question for you." Both Kurt and P.K looked to Blaine in confusion. Blaine smiled sheepishly. "Do you think you could find out who we are up against at sectionals? Would be a big help."

P.K grinned back at him once again. "As a matter of fact, I already have a sheet printed out of all the teams for…extra cash, if you know what I mean." He winked at Blaine. Blaine looked to Kurt, who was still staring at P.K, confused.

"People pay P.K for information on the teams that they are up against in the wars." Blaine explained. Kurt nodded slowly. When they looked back at P.K, he was rummaged through a back pack that was left on the floor. After a moment, he made a noise of triumph and brought out a piece of paper.

"Alright-y. Nova-Potentia, right?" The boys nodded.

"You're up against…The Dalton Poten's.

OK. SO.

I guess you can tell that Sebastian is coming soon. :) Surprise?
P.K, or Marc King is actually based on my favourite physics teacher who actually left the school last year. :'( Sad times.

Anybody notice the Torchwood quote? No? Oh. Ok.

Well, did you notice how much I like bigbrother!Finn?
You know how I mentioned that next week is the break-up ep? Well, Klaine are on the rocks next week in this fic too. MWAHAHA.

Umm. So... Would you like to know about Kurt's Mother? Blaine's dominant power? Kurt's dominant power? Would you like to see Sebastian?
Well then. Review and stay tuned!
Please.
Pretty Please.

Over and Out!

Sanaa xx