Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, the Warblers and Dalton Academy would act like the characters in CP Coulter's Dalton. So I am obviously not Ryan Murphy or anyone even remotely influential to the story. There would definitely be more warbler time if I were.

Hey! So this Fanfic came to me while I was reading, Birds of a Feather by Stardust585. Great story, you really should check it out, as well as some of her other fics.

Anyways, this story takes place during the episode "Silly Love Songs," when Blaine and Kurt are in the coffee shop at the end and Kurt compares them to "When Harry Met Sally." Yeah, that scene...sorta. I don't want to give too much away, so yeah.

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"Let me be really clear about something. I really, really care about you. But as you and about 20 mortified shoppers saw, I'm not very good at romance. I don't want to screw this up."

Kurt stared at Blaine, feeling his heart drop.

"What do you mean?"

Blaine hesitated before saying, "I just want to be friends. For now." He tried to reassure Kurt. "I've never had a guy friend who was out and proud and-"

Kurt stared at Blaine in shock, disbelieving him. "What if that screws this up?" He cut Blaine off mid-sentence before he could help himself.

Regretting even opening his mouth, Kurt turned around in the line they were waiting in. He was about to stalk off when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Kurt, please." Blaine pleaded. "Look at me."

Kurt froze. He couldn't...he shouldn't...but he did.

He knew he was setting himself up for disappointment as he turned around and looked at Blaine before staring down at his feet.

Blaine knew that was strange for Kurt. He was never one to back down or avoid confrontation.

"Kurt." He reached out and tried to get Kurt to look at him again.

"What?" Kurt mumbled. He hated this, he felt weak. He wasn't usually this compliant, especially when he was upset. His brain was shouting survival instincts at him. Stalk out of there with your head held high. Don't let him do this to you.

But Blaine was doing this to him.

Don't conform to what he wants. Get out of there, RUN!

But Kurt couldn't...wouldn't...run, and he hated himself for that. He hated that he cared about Blaine so much and that Blaine didn't reciprocate those feelings.

Most of all he hated how he couldn't hate Blaine, not even a little bit, not even at all. Even though what Blaine had said was hurting him.

"Please. I want...more, I do...but..."

"But you're just too scared to take a chance!" Kurt shouted. There you go, good job. That's more like the you I know.

Kurt shook his head and decided he needed to seriously rethink the way he talked to himself on the inside, but he'd focus on that later.

Blaine stepped back, shocked at Kurt's outburst, and the hand he had laid on Kurt's shoulder to stop him fell.

Kurt took a step backward, keeping his eyes on Blaine, before turning and rushing out the door of the coffee shop.

It took Blaine only a moment to realize how stupid he'd been, and how he'd just screwed up what he and Kurt had had by being afraid.

He knew he'd be making another mistake if he didn't go after Kurt this minute and attempt to patch things up. So he hurried from the shop and looked both ways trying to figure out which way Kurt had gone.

He spotted Kurt's scarf fly around the corner and ran down the street after him.

"Kurt! Kurt wait! STOP!"

Kurt heard Blaine's voice ringing out behind him and he knew he couldn't...he shouldn't...but he did.

Kurt listened as Blaine continued to call after him and he slowly came to a stop.

He sat on a bench and tried to wipe the tears away that were forming in his eyes. Puffy, red eyes were unattractive.

"Kurt..." Blaine said as he caught up, huffing and puffing from running so hard. He sat down on the bench next to Kurt who quickly stood up and pulled Blaine to his feet without making eye contact.

"You shouldn't sit after running so hard. It can stop your heart." He explained as Blaine looked at him questioningly. He was sensitive about taking care of his heart, physically and emotionally, because of what had happened with Burt.

Kurt turned his back on Blaine, continuing to try and hold back his tears.

"Hey, I'm sorry. Kurt, look at me, please? Talk to me."

Kurt couldn't...he shouldn't...but he did.

He couldn't help it. He'd do anything for Blaine, and that fact combined with the, 'I just want to be friends,' line made him feel depressed.

Kurt turned around. "I'm sorry-" he began before Blaine cut him off.

"Look...Kurt..."

"Yes?" Kurt asked, the glint of indecision in Blaine's eyes making him nervous.

Blaine hesitated for only a moment more, warning Kurt with his eyes, he slowly leaned forward.

Kurt's heart started to beat in his chest going, "yes, yes, YES!" All the while his brain shouted, "no, no, NO!" Kurt told his brain to shut up as he felt Blaine's warm, soft lips on his.

Warm arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer, as he closed his eyes. He let himself be enveloped by the warmth he was feeling, washing over him, from his heart.

He returned the kiss, letting it deepen and fill him up with happiness.

When they finally parted, Blaine searched Kurt's eyes, worried he had gone too far. He was about to let go and back off when he felt Kurt wrap hs arms around him as well, embracing him.

He smiled at Kurt and said, "maybe I was wrong earlier. Maybe I- we're ready."

Kurt smiled back and even though he knew he couldn't...he shouldn't...he did.

Kurt let himself listen to his heart. He leaned forward and just as he was about to kiss Blaine again...

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Kurt sat up quickly, ears ringing, eyes wide, and hair still mussed from sleep. He blinked his eyes, dazed. Then he looked around and turned his alarm off.

Flopping back on the bed, Kurt sighed. Why couldn't things have happened that way, that day?

He wanted so badly to tell Blaine those things but he couldn't...he wouldn't...because he didn't want to 'screw this up.'

His thoughts plagued him as he got up and began getting ready for another grueling day of school.

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OSK