A/N: And we're back. NaNoWriMo was fun as hell this year, but now it's time to relaaaaaaxxxx a little. Which is why I've spent the last two and a half days catching up on Glee. Or, at least, the ones that are available on Netflix. Anyway, I figured, in honor of stepping out of my comfort zone this past month (writing one whole book in just 30 days is outside anyone's comfort zone), I would take a break from books (Harry Potter especially) and from heterosexual pairings. So here I am, writing a story for a show I never thought I'd like, and I'll probably get killed when the third person in our little group finds out I wrote this, about two gay guys. And from this I've discovered that I am hopelessly attracted to gay guys and singers. And gay singers. Anyway...
Disclaimer: I of course do not own Glee. And I haven't seen any of season 3, so if this is wrong in any way (not sure how that would be possible) I apologize.
Also, for this story I used the prompt "Why they call it falling." Which, for Glee, I could probably have made it a songfic, but, the end of that song makes me sad.
"We should really practice."
"I thought we were."
A second of silence, and we were kissing again. I don't know what it was about this boy, but he'd stolen my heart, and I hadn't even noticed. At least not until now. And suddenly I realized why it was called falling in love.
I kissed him harder, my tongue darting into his mouth, me pushing him further into his chair and sitting on his lap. I ran my fingers through his hair, so soft, just like I'd thought it would be, just like his lips. His lack of experience didn't show as his hands ran over my back and onto my waist and I let out the girliest giggle ever uttered by a man, as it unexpectedly tickled.
He pulled his mouth away from mine for a moment, a question in his eyes that I silenced with another kiss before he could speak it as I started to unbutton his jacket. He didn't seem to mind, and his hands were all over me and we were breathing hard and not caring if anyone else walked in on us and I just never realized that kissing could be so incredibly….wild.
And then he pushed me away and for a moment I was crushed.
"What's wrong?" I asked, and he shook his head.
"It's not you, okay? I promise. That was…amazing. But…I just don't want it to go too far too fast."
I stared at him for a moment, not sure I was exactly following what he was saying.
"What I mean is…I've never really been…I've never felt like this before. Like I feel with you. But I want to do it right. And…well, you know me. I've told you before that I like romance. So…this duet. It's emotional. And that's sweet. But maybe we can…go out tonight? Like, on a real date?"
I was grinning at him then, amazed that he'd ask like that, so nervous despite what I'd told him and what we'd just done. "I'd love to go on a date with you, Kurt. I'll pick you up around, say, 8:30? We'll do something fun."
Kurt's smile matched my own now. "Yes, that sounds wonderful. But please, don't take me to Breadstix. It's such a cliché first date."
"I was going to say let's go bowling, actually."
Kurt laughed and took my hand. "Thank you, Blaine." And after a slightly awkward pause where I wanted to kiss him again so badly, he said, "So, let's practice, shall we?"
A/N: Please review. I love when you guys review. And be gentle, please, I've never written slash that was actually post-worthy before. Much love. ~Moony~