His skin just tingled, feeling Blaine's breath against it. He pulled them both up the stairs and down to his room, opening the door. It really wasn't a decorative place the way Kurt would have liked it. There were no Lady Gaga posters, or old musical posters, or framed celebrity pictures. There were no CDs to play, only an old television that didn't have a signal. There were some clothes, but nothing that had his usual flare. None of it mattered.
He sat Blaine down on the bed, and then sat next to him, leaning his head on his shoulder. "Welcome home. It isn't much but it's ours." It was the first day he was truly happy here.