A/N: I would like to thank my wonderful beta AllHandsLinked for helping me with this. Honestly, I think my writing in general improved now because of her wonderful help.

Disclaimer: If I owned Glee the keyboard would have never been allowed to exist.


"Why did you choose me to sing that song with you?" I looked at him, expecting some answer along the lines of 'Oh, you know, you have the highest vocal range of the Warblers. Your voice will compliment mine wonderfully!'

Blaine hesitated before answering, looking down at the table, at his hands – anywhere but at me. This can't be good.

"Kurt, there is a moment, when you say to yourself: 'Oh, there you are.'"

My eyes widened. What does that mean, exactly?

"'I've been looking for you forever.'"

I blinked at him. Wait, what?

Blaine moved closer to me in his seat. He looked down and I followed his gaze to where my hand was resting on the table. His hand fell on top of mine, and his thumb rubbed a small circle on my skin before he paused. It took all my willpower not to melt into a puddle right there and then.

He doesn't like you, I reminded myself. He's had plenty of chances to show you before now. If anything, he's probably talking about another Warbler. Like that tall, blond Abercrombie who is always smiling. This is going to be the Gap Guy all over again.

"Watching you do Blackbird this week…"

Oh no, he thinks I got too emotional over a bird. First you tried to hard with Argentina, and then you looked like you needed a Gas-X when you tried to be sexy. Why must he always be the one to find my flaws?

"That was the moment for me. About you."

I must have fallen asleep, because there is no way I just heard what I think he said.

Blaine's voice shook as he spoke the next words. "You move me, Kurt."

Alright, Kurt. Time to wake up from this dream.

"And this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you."

Oh yeah, too perfect. Stop smiling, idiot. Wait, he's leaning in. Stop getting your hopes up, Kurt, he isn't real, this is just another one of your fant-

Oh.

OH.

Blaine's lips were pressing against mine. Instinct had told me to close my eyes. But I wanted to see. I needed to see. I opened them briefly to see his eyelashes so close I could have counted every single one if I hadn't been so distracted as he began to caress his lips against mine. I could feel his hand on my cheek, his thumb rewriting that circle on my jaw line. It was a sensation I had never felt before – how could his simple touch set my skin on fire? And his lips…they moved against mine in just the right ways, and for the first time in my life I felt that sensation flow through me that I had always dreamed about. It was seemed to burn its way through my veins right to my chest, where my pounding heart only increased the flaming thrill that encompassed my entire body in delight.

Wait, something's not right.

Oh, yeah. Breathing. How do you do that again?

I inhaled sharply through my nose, my hand flexing in response, and discovered something that redeemed the need for oxygen. Blaine's smell. It was an intoxicating mixture of Old Spice and cinnamon, coffee and chocolate, and something I couldn't place, but which was probably the most exhilarating of them all. It filled my nose, overpowering my senses, and that's when it finally hit me.

This isn't a dream.

Blaine Anderson is kissing me.

Took him damn long enough.