A/N: OKAY SO this is really late and more than a bit cheesy and probably not very adequate but I wanted to get something up. Please still let me know what you think. (:

I think this is the end. I just can't handle more than one work in progress at a time, and I'm working on one now. xD

Thank you to everyone who reviewed chapter one, it meant so much.3

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own.

"I want to know," Blaine started slowly, "that you feel the same way about this relationship that I do."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "I very nearly forced you to sing a duet about love with me. I think that makes it very clear how I feel – unless you don't? Unless you're the one –but – wait." Kurt glared at Blaine. "Explain."

"Stop making me the bad guy!" Blaine held up his hands. "I'm not saying that – I'm just saying – I'd like to be able to date you, to hold your hand and kiss you and know that you're mine, exclusively. You know what I mean?"

Kurt nodded. "That's it?" he asked in disbelief, laughing. "Blaine, I love you. I'm acting – well, I'm not too sure how I'm acting, and I know that tomorrow I'm going to be embarrassed beyond belief – but I do love you. I just want to be able to – well, I want the same things you do."

Blaine smiled, and pulled Kurt into a hug. "I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship," he whispered, and Kurt laughed.

"I agree, though I disapprove of your butchering of such a classic line." He winked, and seemed to pause. "Hey, can we go back to the kissing now?"

And, to put it bluntly, they did.

Blaine left Kurt's room at curfew with whispered promises, and it took Kurt a long time to fall back asleep. He replayed the night over and over, and he didn't care how exhausted he was, how little beauty sleep he was going to get. He wanted to relive this night.

It had been perfection.

Blaine got to breakfast before Kurt the next day, and had saved a seat for him. Kurt sat down with a shy smile, and Blaine returned it with full force. Kurt giggled – quit it, you sound like a preteen girl.

"Have a good night?" Wes asked, winking at Kurt, and he kept his voice steady.

"It was… adequate." Did he tell them?

"Really? Because Blaine came back to our room last night and he was completely disheveled. Are you sure you didn't play a role in that?"

Kurt fixed him with a stare. "Perhaps you should tell your best friend to stop being such a whore, and allowing himself to be disheveled by dirty men."

Oh, shit, he's going to hate you –

And then Blaine spoke.

"If you don't mind," he said, and his voice had a teasing tone, "please don't discuss my love life, gentlemen." He iwnked at Kurt and got up to throw his trash away. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go to class. I realize it's early but I have some things to do, people to see. I bid you good day."

Wes stared at him. "But we haven't gotten you to admit it!"

"Admit what?"

"That you and Kurt here had wild sex last night."

Kurt's mouth fell open, and Blaine was barely able to hide his laugh.

"We didn't have sex, Wes!" Kurt shouted, though there was no anger.

"But you did, it's so obvious!"

Blaine shrugged. "Actually, Kurt, I think I need to see you for something." And then he grabbed Kurt's hand, pulling him away. They stayed a respectable distance apart until they were almost out of the cafeteria, and Kurt very deliberately put his hand on Blaine's ass.

It would have been very awkward had they not turned around to see a triumphant look on Wes' face.

Kurt leaned into Blaine, just a little bit. "I love you," he whispered.

Blaine smiles at him, like he's the sun. "I love you, too," he murmurs back.

And life, right then, was perfect.

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