A/N: This is my first fic EVER, so...bear with me. Mostly fluff and angst, we'll see how this goes.

It'll probably be a series of little moments, starting from *dramatic pause* THE BEGINNING. I wanted to write some tension.

Okay. So. Reviews would be much appreciated, whether they're nice or not, I'd just like to know how I'm doing. :)

.*.*.

Well, that shouldn't happen. No. Blaine's stomach should NOT flutter with such excitement when he sees the name on his caller I.D. Kurt. He picked up.

"Hello?" he said, too eagerly.

"Uhm, hi."

"Everything okay?" Blaine asks, concerned. It's only been a couple weeks since the Karofsky incident.

"Uh, yeah." Kurt struggled to remember why he even called. It wasn't just so he could hear Blaine's voice or anything. He doesn't think it sounds like a mixture of velvet and chocolate. That's ridiculous. "I just...wanted to...say hi."

"Well...hi," Blaine said, smiling a little. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Pretending to do my homework, you?"

Blaine looked down at the French book in his lap, the sheet of paper he was supposed to be translating things on completely blank. "Same."

"Is that Kurt?" Blaine glanced up toward the door, noticing Wes-and his ever-present right hand man, David-standing in the doorway of his room. "Ask him when he's transferring to Dalton already."

"Who's talking? Do I hear Wes?" Kurt asked, almost simultaneously.

"Yeah," Blaine says, answering both of them. Wes started making wide gestures with his hands, signaling that Blaine should ask the question, and David started making little heart shapes and nodding meaningfully.

"How are they?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "They're...fine. Insane."

"Have they set anything on fire lately?"

Wes stumbled in the middle of his motions, almost knocking over Blaine's desk lamp. He laughed.

"Not within the last twenty-four hours, but it's highly possible."

Blaine could hear Kurt smiling at little when he said, "Good luck with that. I have to go, Mercedes just texted me; apparently there's a fantastic sale that I'm missing and you know we can't have that."

Blaine grinned. "'kay." Should he say something else? Nice talking to you? Miss you? No, definitely not the last one. "Uh, talk to you later?" Eh. Not much better.

"You bet. See you."

"Bye."

The second he hung up, Wes and David bombarded him with questions.

"Well? Was he confessing his undying love for you yet? Are you going to get married and honeymoon in the Bahamas?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Blaine said, his ears turning a little red. "We just met, like, a month ago."

"So? Snow White and Whatever-His-Name-Was met and fell in love in about a minute."

"That's a fairytale, you goof. And I always preferred Belle anyway."

"Would that make Kurt the beast?" Wes asked, grinning.

"Their babies would be awfully hairy," David continued.

Blaine threw a pillow at them.

.*.*.

But, really, it only HAD been a month, Blaine reflected later. Kurt was in a fragile place right now, and Blaine didn't want to hurt him or freak him out or anything. It was true, he might kind of like Kurt and he might think he was totally gorgeous and there might have been a few minutes in between coffee non-dates that he wished that he could remove the "non" from in front of the d-word. However, Kurt had been through a lot in the past couple of weeks and Blaine knew that it was important, with all the Kurt had had forced on him, that he let Kurt recover a little and be a gentleman. Maybe even the best friend, if Kurt wanted him to. He was determined to be there for Kurt, ever since the innocent countertenor had tried to spy horribly unsuccessfully on the Warblers. Blaine had thought it was completely cute how Kurt had tried to blend in, and if they had met under different circumstances, he might have asked him out for coffee or dinner and he would have been able to remove the "non," but as it were, Kurt didn't need a boyfriend right now. He needed someone he could come to anytime, someone who could be there instantly for him if he wanted, even if he was just feeling particularly down about everything one day. Blaine was happy to be that person.

.*.*.

Blaine was more than happy to be that person if he got to keep seeing Kurt and making him smile like that.

They were sitting in their favorite coffee shop. It was small, but cozily so, and warm. It was a happy-looking place, with hardwood floors and really comfy loveseats and the most delicious chocolate-chip scones Blaine had ever had in his entire life. He took a bite of his as he tried to remember what he had said that made Kurt look like that; his entire face lit up when he laughed, his blue eyes sparkling. Blaine had seen all the cheesy love movies and read plenty of cutesy love stories in his time, but never in his life had he ever encountered a situation where someone's eyes actually sparkled. And somehow, Kurt's just did. All the time, unfortunately for Blaine.

"I so do not believe you did that!" Kurt giggled. Oh, right. They were talking about the time Blaine filled Wes's pillow with Jello in retaliation for stealing his hair gel.

"I did! It might seem a bit steep now, but seriously, it was every single bottle. Even my backup bottles."

"You have backup bottles?" Kurt said, raising an eyebrow. "Furthermore, you have more than one?"

Blaine grinned sheepishly. "I like my gel, okay?"

Kurt pretended to be writing a note to himself. "Do not come between Blaine and gel. Blaine and gel are in deep, committed relationship."

Blaine shoved him playfully with the palm of his hand. "Shut up. It's an open relationship."

Kurt looked at him slyly. "Open enough to get you to cut back on it a little?"

"Absolutely not." Blaine waved his hands around his head, protecting his gelled hair. "I need it."

"Blaine, you have a problem. A serious problem."

"Right, I'll check into Gel User's Anonymous tomorrow."

Kurt leaned forward and put his hand on Blaine's knee, feigning concern. "You should do it tonight. This can't wait." Blaine almost laughed, but he was too distracted by the fact that Kurt's hand was on his knee. Kurt was touching him. Why was that such a big deal? Why was the warmth of those graceful fingers sending buzzing electricity up his leg? He just stared at it for a minute before he realized Kurt was waiting for him to reply. He met Kurt's eyes and wasn't sure what he saw there.

It took Kurt almost an entire minute to move his hand, clearing his throat.

"Uh..."

"We...I..."

There was a fair amount of stuttering from both of them before Kurt piped up,

"So, did you finish that essay you were telling me about?" It was a feeble attempt at conversation, he thought, but it got them talking again and soon they'd fallen back into their regular pattern, after...what had that moment been, exactly? Kurt might have touched his knee, but so what? Kurt might have wanted to just leave his hand there, but who cared? Kurt might have wanted to move his hand up, past that knee, to where Blaine's shirt was tucked into his pants, which was easily remedied...

WHAT. No. He had to stop thinking these thoughts. They'd just met, barely a month ago. Barely. And Blaine didn't think of him that way, he was sure of it. Right?

Right.

He didn't.

.*.*.

Across the loveseat, Blaine was thinking, too.

Absentmindedly, his fingers traced the spot Kurt's had been.

Kurt didn't think of him that way, he was sure of it. Right?

Right.

He didn't.