Hey everybody and welcome to yet another stupid fluffy fanfic of mine! People always said that Kurt and Blaine acted as if they could read each other's minds... so what if they actually could? This will probably be just a one-shot unless I get an awesome idea for it all of a sudden. By the way, just to be clear, the italicized words are Kurt's thought, the bold AND italicized ones are Blaine's. Very cheesy. Enjoy, fellow Klainers!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Yet.

The light that came into the choir room was pleasant and inviting at this time of day. Almost friendly, as though reaching out to those within. Kurt smiled. It really was a nice place to be, and it always felt familiar and safe on even the darkest of days. He stepped carefully up between the chairs towards the sunny windows, enjoying the warmth that followed him. He came here just to think sometimes, to ponder in a way that no other place could allow him to. He had just enough time for this before rehearsal began. Being alone meant he only had to deal with his own thoughts, not the ones of others echoing in his ears. Of course, Kurt was beyond thankful for his newfound gift. Taking things for granted was not something Hummels did often. But he like peace and quiet. Besides, he realized, now I can find out for sure if it's true, if Blaine likes me...

Yes, he does. He likes you quite a lot. And he thinks you look fantastic right now.

Well, that was unexpected! Without warning, a strange, stray thought that was obviously running loose had made it's way into Kurt's unsuspecting mind. But where is it coming from?

Turn around, the thought ordered. Kurt's pale face turned from the windows at lightning speed to see none other than Blaine Anderson leaning coolly on a doorframe, a small smirk on his beautiful face.

What the-

Surprised?

Obviously. When did you get here? And since when do you read minds?

Um, a couple seconds ago, and I have no idea whatsoever. Truthfully, I thought it was pretty weird at first. Cool, but weird nonetheless. What about you?

In all honesty, I'm not sure .And I thought you didn't believe in this stuff, witchcraft and whatnot.

I didn't believe in love at first sight, either. Until I met you.

Kurt's heart jumped into his throat a little at that one. He noticed his cheeks felt a bit warmer than usual and had no trouble figuring out how much he must've been blushing.

Great. Now you have MORE than one way to make me blush. Thanks, oh dapper one.

Don't tell me you didn't like that. I can tell just by looking at your usually-pale complexion.

Fine. I cannot tell a lie, I liked it. But if we're telling truths right now, you should know...

The dark-haired boy looked at him quizzically, cocking his head adorably to the left in bewilderment.

What?

You are still short, Sir Hobbit. By the way, is that why you always climb on furniture during Warbler's performances? To make yourself taller?

Ouch! I'm absolutely wounded. But no.

Blaine Anderson, do you really expect ME, of all people, to believe that?

Blaine shook his head, slightly embarrassed. He then stared at what was now a very interesting spot on the choir room floor.

Insert sigh here... Yes, it is.

And the truth comes out. Victory! I KNEW it. I'm so telling Wes and David.

As if they haven't figured it out. Hey! If you were cursed with hobbit-ness, you would do the exact same thing.

Hobbit-ness? Really, Blaine?

The sad part is that I am totally and completely serious.

Well, in that case, you are the hottest hobbit I have ever seen, Mr. Anderson.

Why thank you. And might I mention, you do a mean Single Ladies dance.

WHAT?

That unitard may have been the best thing I have ever seen in my life. You know, besides you in general.

But how did you-

Mercedes showed me the tape last week. I was torn between thanking her for showing me or being pissed at her for not showing me sooner. I can't believe I was deprived of that for such a long time.

Perish the thought.

It's not my fault you're so awesome, is it? AND gorgeous?

Damn you, I'm blushing again now.

Well someone can't take a compliment.

Not from you I can't! It's a bigger deal when it's coming out of your mouth.

Wait, let me get this straight...

Ha ha... Straight...

The pair actually burst out laughing at this, the only noise that had been issued from either of them that whole time. Yet somehow they were saying more than they could f they actually used their voices

Stupid double meaning. Anyways, let me figure this out. You just said that I am a hobbit who needs the help of furniture to look even remotely tall, and suddenly I'm intimidating?

Well, when you put it that way I sound like a self-contradictory weirdo, but yes, I suppose so.

Sweet! I'm scary AND sexy.

I can agree with the latter...

Fine. But you love me anyways?

How'd you know?

Kurt. What are we doing right now?

Reading each other's... Oh. Right. And I think about you all the time.

Well, now I feel stupid.

Blaine let his mind go blank for a moment as he made his way over to the piano and leaned on it, then paused before sending a thought back.

Don't. We all have our moments. Even me... GASP!

So I noticed.

You mock me, sir!

Yes, I do. I also mock the seven bottles of hair gel your head is probably coated in. Why don't you ever leave it natural?

You sound like Sue Sylvester talking to Mr. Schuester. Besides, it looks weird!

First of all, if you value that head of hair, never compare me to Sue Sylvester ever again. Second of all, says you. It looks ridiculously handsome to me.

Huh?

Wes and David. Enough said.

Ahh. Figures. They bug me all the time about you, always saying dumb stuff.

Like what?

Blaine hesitated, unsure of which stupid thing to say. After all, it was a pretty long list.

Like, and I quote, "Go make out with Kurt before the rest of us die of the sexual tension!" unquote.

Remind me to thank them.

Kurt looked directly at Blaine with his piercing blue eyes and stepped closer to him, a sly smile spreading across his flawless features as he moved. He leaned in, ready and waiting.

As soon as the soloist realized what was going on (and his brain regained the ability to function) he responded by pressing his lips to those of the porcelain-skinned boy before him. The kiss was slow, wet and warm, full of breath and heat and magic and fireworks and lightning and everything such a kiss should be made of.

Time seemed to slow down as the moment took over, making both boys unable to remember their own names- which were called just seconds later.

"Hey Kurt- whoa."

A few of the Glee guys filtered through the door into the room at that very moment, leaving Kurt and Blaine falling from the heaven they had just found. The pair broke apart instantly, leaving only their hands clasped together between them.

"It's time for practice, but-" Sam was cut off by Puck. "-It seems you already had some extra practice."

They all laughed at that. Kurt and Blaine were far too happy from previous events to let the humiliation get them down. Just when the Glee guys had quieted down, the girls walked in, smiling at the sight of Kurt and Blaine, hands linked, both blushing an identical shade of scarlet.

The club couldn't help notice the looks they were giving each other. It looked almost as if they were... communicating somehow. In the middle of Mr. Schuester's lecture about Journey, Rachel turned to Mercedes and whispered, "I swear, sometimes it's like those two can read each other's minds."

Kurt couldn't help but overhear and chuckled softly.

You have no idea.

Ta da! And there you have it! I hope you enjoyed it, if not, please read and review anyways because I need all the help I can get. Au revoir and thanks again!