"Hey, Blaine." I said as the charming boy opened the door for me. He smiled composedly. "Hey. It's really nice to see you." He countered. The banter was safe, guarded. It's not how I wanted it to be, but it's how it was. It's how it had become.
"So how are classes?" Blaine asked, eyes firmly on the road, not daring to make eye contact with me. "Oh they're fine. Rachel is kind of a show stealer, but that's to be expected." Blaine gave a short, polite laugh to this.
Suddenly, I didn't want to be safe or protected, I wanted to be raw and dangerous, and let whatever happen come.
"Blaine… I've really missed you." I said. I was exposed and vulnerable at this moment. The fear that came with this risk was ignored as I waited for his reply.
Blaine was silent until we pulled into the church parking lot. Finally, his golden eyes locked with mine, and just as I suspected, a deadly bolt of passion shot between the two of us.
"Kurt… I…" Blaine seemed lost. The electrifying fervor coursed through my body. There seemed no other option.
I kissed him.
It was quick and painless. It wasn't to prove my forgiveness, it was an impulse. I couldn't count how many meaningless pecks we'd shared on our way to dinner, in this very car. The moment before I kissed him had been a blissful moment of forgetfulness. For one moment, I had completely forgotten we weren't together. For that moment, Blaine was picking me up, like he had done so many times before, and I'd kissed him. The oblivion had been piercingly entrancing.
"Kurt, you don't know how horrible it's been waiting to do that again, and knowing it was my fault." Blaine said the moment I broke the kiss. "I'm so sorry." He said, eyes glazed with water.
"I don't know if you're forgiven yet." I say. "But in the meantime, why should we let all this awkward tension go to waste?" I say seductively.
The following moments were a blur. All I know is we climbed into the backseat. Everything after that was just a teenage dream.