AN: So... I've never actually posted anything here before, but that moment on Glee was just too fantastic to let go without writing about. GAH. I was grinning like an idiot the whole time. Hopefully you enjoy! And I guess it goes without saying that there are spoilers for tonight's episode.
Kurt let out a heavy sigh as he set the glue back on the table. A small, sad smile flitted across his face as he brushed a finger over the small box.
"I hope you like this, Pav," he murmured. He bit his lip as his throat constricted again and pressed the final gemstone into place.
"Hey. What are you doing?" Blaine stepped into the room, hovering a few feet away.
"I'm just... decorating Pavarotti's casket," Kurt said, shrugging lightly.
Blaine nodded, understanding. "Well, finish up. I have the perfect song for our number, and we should practice."
Smiling, Kurt turned to face the boy. "Do tell."
"Candles, by Hey Monday." Blaine nodded, waiting to gauge Kurt's reaction.
"I'm impressed," Kurt said, grinning. "You're usually so top forty."
"Well, I just wanted something a little more emotional," Blaine said, sitting across from Kurt.
Emotional? Kurt wondered. He paused for a moment, then looked back up, asking his question. "Why did you pick me to sing that song with?"
Blaine's face was full of feeling as he exhaled. "Kurt, there is a moment when you say to yourself, 'Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever.'" He set his hand on top of Kurt's and a shiver ran down Kurt's spine, as it did every time. To have a boy-especially this amazing boy-be so casual with contact was... wonderful.
Continuing slowly, Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt's hand. "Watching you do Blackbird this week... That was a moment for me." Pausing again, the boy's eyelashes fluttered. "About you."
By this point, his one-handed grip on the chair was the only thing keeping Kurt upright, telling him that this was real this time, not just a dream. A foreign feeling was bubbling up from the pit of his stomach, part hope and part fluttering.
"You move me, Kurt," Blaine said quietly. His brown eyes were filled with sincerity. "And this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you."
Kurt nodded faintly, and Blaine leaned forward slowly.
Suddenly his lips touched Kurt's, and lights sparkled behind Kurt's eyes. The feeling in his stomach had intensified tenfold, and he knew that this was how a first kiss should be; warm and full of feeling. The kiss began softly, and when his brain finally started working again, Kurt pressed a hand up against the side of Blaine's face, feeling the cool skin under his palm.
After a moment that was infinity and all too short at the same time, Kurt pulled back. There was a pause, both of them contemplating what had just happened. Blaine let out a half-giddy breath and rubbed his temple, smiling.
"I guess we should practice," the older Warbler said with a hint of sheepishness.
Kurt returned the smile. "I thought we were."
They both leaned this time, and the second kiss was different, more intense. The lights were fireworks this time, and they were dazzling. Blaine was soft and firm and smelled like paper and grass and expensive cologne, and it was intoxicating. More than just that though.
It was perfect.