Title: Marshmallow

*Warning* Spoilers for Silly Love Songs

I own nothing related to Glee.

Chapter One

I know where this ends but it is unclear how long it is going to take to get there. I am tempted to take it very slowly. If you want it ALL NOW you probably will not enjoy this. As Darren Criss has suggested, their intimacy "should be earned."

Rated M for future Slash

This is my first fanfiction attempt. Reviewers most welcome.

Kurt stood next to Blaine. He took a deep breath and went for it. "Okay, can I ask you something? Because we've always been completely honest with one another. You and I? We hang out. We sing flirty duets together. You know my coffee order…. Was I supposed to think that was nothing?"

Blaine dropped Kurt's glance and shook his head in puzzlement. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, my Gaga!" was what Kurt wanted to scream, but instead his response was measured and calm." I thought the guy that you wanted to ask out on Valentine's Day was me."

Sudden silence. More silence. The light bulb in Blaine's brain finally flickered on. "Oh, wow, I really am clueless." Then it was Blaine's turn to gather his courage. He appeared close to tears when he found his friend's glance again. "Look, Kurt. I don't know what I'm doing. I pretend like I do, and I know how to act it out in song. But, the truth is, I've never really been anyone's …boyfriend."

"Me neither." Kurt's eyes softened in empathy.

Blaine's new found bravery found a voice again. "Let me be really clear about something: I really, really care about you, but as you and about twenty mortified shoppers saw, I'm not very good at romance. He was looking deeply into Kurt's eyes now. "I don't want to screw this up."

Kurt's heart was going to pound right out of his chest. "So it's just like When Harry Met Sally? But I get to play Meg Ryan," Kurt asserted in his characteristic quick-witted style.

"Deal." Blaine was quiet for a beat or two. Then he glanced sidelong at Kurt with that devastating grin that made his fawn-tinted eyes glisten and wanted to know, "Don't they get together in the end?"

Silly question. Of course they did. Everybody knew that.

Waiting in line in the coffee shop after the 'gap attack' fiasco, Kurt and Blaine were totally honest with one another. It was as if a early spring breeze carried away all of Kurt's hurt and confusion leaving what seemed like it might be the beginning of a real relationship.

"No more fantasy romances" Kurt silently promised himself. Hopefully Blaine had learned his lesson, too.

Kurt had a fabulous idea for Valentine's Day that he shared with Blaine as they enjoyed their coffees. They left the shop on a mission with a long list of tasks to complete in the next few days. And between the two of them they made it happen: they talked the Warblers into pulling together a quick concert at Breadsticks. The McKinley High School Glee kids were invited as their special guests. Pulling this off took every spare moment of Blaine and Kurt's time. Thanks to an impassioned campaign of tweets and texts the crowd at Breadsticks turned out bigger than Kurt and Blaine ever hoped it would. Their efforts also helped Blaine regain his footing with the other Warblers. Blaine even grinned sheepishly and took it in stride when Wes jokingly asked him if "When I Get You Alone" should be on the song list for their concert.

Things didn't begin to get awkward between them until Blaine gave Kurt a ride home from Breadsticks after the concert.

"Wasn't that GREAT?" gushed Kurt as he climbed into Blaine's Honda in the Breadsticks parking lot. His head with swimming with all the harmonies, the happy faces and laughs; it was such a pleasure to see his former classmates enjoying themselves with his new friends. He was proud of what he and Blaine had carried off. He grinned over at Blaine who was in the driver's seat putting his key in the ignition.

"It was a lot of fun," agreed Blaine as the engine started.

The night was cold and blustery. Kurt watched as his breath hit the iced-over windshield. Blaine turned on the defroster and the wipers, but it was going to take a few minutes for the ice to clear. Before he could lose his nerve Kurt moved closer to the curly-haired object of his affections, put his arm through Blaine's, and dropped his head on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine immediately stiffened but did not push Kurt away.

"I had a nice time with you tonight, Blaine. I realize that this is not the Valentine's Day you had in mind a week ago…but I hope it turned out okay for you, too."

Blaine said nothing, nothing at all. They sat quietly. When it become obvious there was nothing more to say, Kurt silently moved back to his side of the car. Thankfully the defroster had done its job on the windshield. After turning on the wipers again, Blaine put the vehicle in gear and drove to Kurt's house in without uttering a word.

"Meet me for coffee in the morning?" Kurt forced his voice to sound more cheerful than he honestly felt. He turned to look back at Blaine as he stepped out of the vehicle in his driveway. To Kurt's surprise Blaine's face broke into a smile of relief.

"Absolutely." The thoughtful young man studied his gloved hands wrapped around the steering wheel. He swallowed hard and said steadily, "I did have a good time tonight Kurt. I'm glad we could spend Valentine's Day together." He glanced up almost shyly to find a buoyant grin dancing on Kurt's face.

"Text me when you get back to Dalton so I know you got back safely," commanded a very happy young man as he slammed the door of the vehicle. Tossing his scarf against the frosty wind Kurt scurried to the front door of the Hummel household.

Like the gentleman he was, Blaine waited to make sure Kurt got inside safely. Within seconds the porch light went out and Blaine slowly backed out of the snow covered driveway to begin the hour long trip to Dalton.

"Don't screw this up, dummy," growled Blaine to himself, shaking his head at his own stupidity. Tomorrow would be a better day. He would get better at this romance thing. He had to. He couldn't get any worse, could he?

The road to Dalton was clear, thank goodness. Now, where was that CD of songs the Warblers were rehearsing for Sectionals? Blaine pretended the car was a sound booth and sang his way home.

Back in Lima, Kurt completed evening rituals of conditioning, moisturizing and selecting his wardrobe for the next day. The latter was simplified by the Dalton dress code and he efficiently pulled his freshly pressed black slacks and snow white shirt out of the closet. As he brushed off his jacket and fastidiously checked his tie for stains, he thought of the first time he saw the Dalton school uniform, the same day he met the handsome boy who delighted him by singing the lead in the Warbler's cover of "Teenage Dream." Kurt could remember it like it was yesterday. He smiled, and then told himself, "Yesterday was pretty sweet, but the future with Blaine is going to be even sweeter."

A few minutes later Kurt knocked on Finn's bedroom door and waited for his step-brother's "Come in!" before he entered with the glasses of warm milk they shared each school night. The 'kissing disease' that afflicted Finn was identified in the early stages and he would be returning to school within a few days. Despite this quick recovery, his mother and Burt had agreed that a Valentine's Day concert was not in the picture for Finn, so Kurt attempted to fill him in on everything that had transpired at Breadsticks earlier that evening.

Kurt was doing his best imitation of Santana and had Finn near tears from laughing a few minutes later when Kurt's phone started vibrating in the pocket of his robe. "Oh, that must be Blaine," he told his step-brother and pulled out his cell to make sure. Blaine's text was simple and to the point.

i'm home. c u 2morrow.

Kurt rolled his eyes and shook his head, then hit reply and began to compose an equally brief text when a second message set off his phone. It was another text from Blaine.

Forgot to ask for a goodnight kiss. Do overs?

"Only if you are doing me," Kurt replied dryly, forgetting for a split second that he was in Finn's bedroom.

"What?" Finn sounded shocked.

"Nothing," Kurt blushed and then he thumbed furiously for a few seconds:

Glad you got back safely. Do overs? Definitely. I'll be practicing on my pillow all night. XOXO