A/N: So, I watched the first time episode again and then I went back a few episodes again and now I'm all over the place, but I still want to write this little fic about what should have gone down on the stair case when Kurt gave Blaine the bouquet of flowers. I know its super short; I've just had some trouble writing anything even remotely smutty recently because I'm fearing the time when I have to write my first incredibly crude and smutty Klaine fan fiction. 0_o Enjoy!
Oh, thought you should also know that I'm getting close to done with that really long fan fiction I told you about that I have been hand writing. All I need to do is finish it then type it up! And I've got a few back pocket fictions right now that I've been doing when I haven't had the inspiration for the hand written one and most of them are done now so I'll post them as soon as I can. Sorry for the huge delay guys, but please forgive me when you read all the fics I'll be putting up sometime soon!
"Kurt! They're beautiful! But what are they for?" Blaine exclaimed as he examined the flowers Kurt was holding.
"You killed your audition Blaine. If anyone else got Tony, including me, the wrath of Sondheim would fall upon William McKinley like a plague of Shubert Alley locusts." Kurt said, smiling slightly, "These are to celebrate. You." Kurt finished and smiled at Blaine.
"You always zig when I think you're about to zag and I just - I just love that about you." Blaine said, closing the gap on the stairs between them. Blaine looked to the side and saw all the people walking past, but in this moment he really didn't care. In this moment all Blaine wanted to do was kiss his boyfriend and he was pretty sure that Kurt wanted just the same thing for doing such a romantic gesture.
Blaine leaned forwards, closing his eyes as he went and when his lips were just hovering over Kurt's he murmured "I love you," then pressed his lips against Kurt's in a soft but passionate kiss. After a few moments they broke apart and Blaine rested his forehead on Kurt's.
"I love you too, Blaine Anderson," Kurt whispered as he placed one more chaste kiss on Blaine's lips. Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and gently tugged him down the stairs. For once neither cared what everyone else thought of their relationship and it seemed that nobody else cared either.