I'm just going to go in there, tell him I like him and then kiss him. Blaine tells himself after five minutes if pacing in front of the wooden doors. He stops abruptly and lets his hand hover over the doorknob.
Nope, not happening. He thinks when his hand is not appearing to be touching the knob any time soon. I can't do it.
But he did say he liked me. The more confident part of his brain tells him.
But that was ages ago. What if it's too late? The other part argues.
If I don't do it some other guy will in no time. I can't let that happen. Okay, on three.
One…
Two…
Three…
Congratulations, Blaine, you haven't moved. He praises himself sarcastically. You just need to man up and hope you won't make a complete idiot out of yourself.
Come on, he whines when his body refuses to listen to his mind, Kurt has been brave enough to tell you he has feelings for you, now it's your turn.
But Kurt is Kurt. He thinks, dreamily. Man, Kurt is amazing. He's so cute. And funny.
Getting away from the point. The point is open the frying door and talk to him. Just like you've talked to him a bazillion times before. He almost does it. Almost.
But right before his fingers touch the cold metal of the doorknob that nagging voice in the back of his head says: Except it's not like those times at all.
Blaine, don't think about it and just DO it!
And he does. He opens the door, he's almost shocked by the simple action. But he knows there's no going back now.
'What's that?' Blaine asks, desperately trying not to show how nervous he is. He walks to the table as casually as possible.
Kurt looks up at Blaine, startled. And when Kurt looks him in the eyes Blaine knows; I can do this.
