A/N: I really hope you like the second chapter! Please, leave a review :D

A huge smile formed on Kurt's lips when he saw the coffee shop. It was raining heavily and while he didn't mind a little water, he certainly didn't want it to be anywhere near his neatly stylized chestnut brown hair. He entered the building and collapsed his bright yellow umbrella.

Since it was 7 AM and a lot of people wanted to get their dose of caffeine the shop was crowded. Kurt had to wait in the line for nearly ten minutes to get his non-fat mocha.

Sipping slowly the hot liquid he walked over to the window to see that it was still raining. He couldn't wait for it to pass and he had an umbrella anyway, so he had to walk out of the café no matter how much he wanted to stay in the cozy, warm place filled with stimulating smell of coffee.

Kurt caught a glimpse of a familiar gelled down hair in the corner of his eye, so he looked around and noticed his dance tutor looking hopelessly through the window at the pouring rain. He was sitting alone at one of the tables with two empty cups in front of him.

A lot of emotions started running through Kurt's mind. He didn't know if he was more worried or hurt by Blaine's behavior. Kurt wanted to throw away his mask and see what was underneath. Biting at his bottom lip, Kurt hesitantly walked over to Blaine ignoring the fact that he really should get going.

"Hi." He said shyly gaining Blaine's attention.

The older boy looked up at him briefly but then focused his gaze on his hands. "Hi." He said quietly.

"Do you want to talk…about yesterday?" Kurt asked expecting Blaine to ignore him or leave. He didn't expect Blaine to look into his eyes with vulnerability and fear.

"Not really." He answered. "Can we just forget about it?"

Kurt didn't want to agree, because that meant that he wasn't going to find out what was wrong anytime soon but it was clear that Blaine was barely holding it together. "Yes, sure." Kurt said doing his best to give Blaine a convincing smile. He stood in front of Blaine in silence for a couple of minutes, before realizing that he really should leave. "Aren't you going to school?" Kurt asked the older boy.

Blaine glanced at the rain sighing. "I should but I don't have an umbrella or anything to cover myself with. I'm waiting for the rain to pass."

"Well, it doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime soon." Kurt said smiling softly. "You could go with me if you want. I happen to have an umbrella big enough for the both of us."

"I don't have a choice, I suppose." Blaine said, somehow sadly. Kurt felt a little hurt for that but he didn't let it show. The hazel-eyed boy stood up, threw the empty cups into the trashcan and followed Kurt outside.

Together they walked through the city in an uncomfortable silence. Neither of the boys knew what to say, and before Kurt could muster enough courage to even ask about something as simple as his favorite kind of music, they were already standing inside of the building.

"Thank you." Blaine said and with that he was gone leaving Kurt a mess of emotions.

Why was it so difficult to crash down Blaine's walls? What secrets were hidden behind that camouflage? Kurt shook his head and walked down the hallway, towards his first class. He needed to focus on the fact that Blaine at least stopped being an arrogant asshole. Well, Kurt wasn't sure if that would last but maybe it meant that he was one step closer to discovering Blaine's other side.

"What's the matter, Kurt? You've been quiet the whole day." Rachel asked during lunch snapping Kurt out of his thoughts. The blue-eyed boy put his turkey sandwich on the table and sighed heavily.

Rachel was looking at him expectantly with her brows furrowed in confusion. "It's about Blaine." Kurt said wanting to finally talk to someone about the dark-haired boy.

Rachel's jaw dropped. "Are you…in love with him?" It was a little scary how easily Rachel could read him. Kurt's cheeks turned red and he ducked his head not wanting to see her judgmental gaze. "Oh my God!" She exclaimed. "You totally are!"

Kurt shrugged. "It doesn't really matter as long as he doesn't want to get closer."

Rachel smiled at him in sympathy. "Well, I can see that Blaine is a little bit more relaxed when he's around you."

Kurt managed to smile back. "We kissed yesterday." Rachel's eyes went wide. "And he had some kind of panic attack after that, so I had to walk him home." Kurt said trying not to get lost in beautiful images of Blaine's soft lips and warm hands. "But it doesn't look like he wants to go any further than that kiss."

Rachel reached out her hand across the table squeezing Kurt's. "I think that you shouldn't give up on him just yet. Maybe he's been hurt before and now he needs a little bit more time to figure out if he wants to put his heart on display again."

"Yes, I know. I just wish there was something I could do to make him trust me. It's so hard to just patiently sit and wait for him to make the first move." Kurt said looking down at their hands.

"Just be there for him when Blaine needs you." Rachel said.

They ate their lunch in comfortable silence and Kurt went through his next two classes trying not to think too much about Blaine. Cassandra said a couple of times that he sucked and Kurt had to curl his hands into fists to stop himself from saying something snarky to her. He couldn't focus on the moves, but his heart and mind were filled with too many feelings and emotions to think straight at the moment.

When Kurt entered the changing room a couple of hours later Blaine was sitting on the bench with his hands folded in his lap. As soon as the door closed behind Kurt, the dark-haired boy looked up at him. Kurt stood there for a couple of seconds, not knowing what to do with himself.

"I'm sorry." Blaine finally whispered.

"You really don't have to apologize for yesterday, Blaine." Kurt said.

"I'm not apologizing for that, not only." Blaine said softly looking back down at his hands. "I'm apologizing for the way I've been acting towards you for these couple of weeks." Kurt wanted to pin point that Blaine wasn't really nice to anyone but he didn't say anything not wanting to upset him. "I shouldn't have been so cold and mean but sometimes I just can't help it."

Kurt smiled softly as he dropped his bag onto the bench and sat down next to Blaine. The older boy turned to look at him and returned the smile. Kurt's heart skipped a beat. Seeing Blaine smile was such a rare thing. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I want to be friends with you, Kurt." He said it hesitantly, as if he wasn't sure if really should say it. "If you want to."

Kurt's smile grew wider. "That would be great." He said softly.

"Hanging out with someone other than Santana is probably a good idea." Blaine said. "She's great and all but it's easy to get sick of her." His face fell. "I know how horrible I've been to you…to everyone and I want to make up for that. I don't want to hurt people anymore." He paused for a moment looking down at his feet and then added in whisper. "I know how it feels like to be hurt and I don't want anybody to feel like that because of me."

Kurt reached out his hand and rested it on the boy's shoulder starting him a little. "Is there a reason why you are like this?"

Blaine snorted. "Of course there is. People aren't evil for no reason."

"You're not evil. Maybe a little lost but definitely not evil." They were silent for a moment until Kurt asked. "So, what is the reason?"

"Let's just say that I've been hurt a couple of times and now I have trouble with letting people closer."

Kurt wanted to ask more questions but he knew better than to do that. So he just accepted the tiny piece of information hoping that one day Blaine would tell him about his past.

From now on things were different between Kurt and Blaine. The blue-eyed boy had a chance to see Blaine grin widely and even laugh sometimes. The walls around him were still present but now Kurt was sure that with a little more effort he would be able to break them down.

They started spending more time together and Kurt discovered that not everyone was happy with this situation.

"Are you nuts?" Peter asked when Kurt told him about his newly made friendship with Blaine. They were sitting on a bench outside of the NYADA building before classes. "Do you really think that being friends with someone like him could possibly be a good idea?" The blond boy asked gesturing with his hands vividly.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "How can you label him so easily even though you don't know a thing about him?" Peter opened his mouth to answer, but Kurt held up his hand, signaling that he wasn't finished yet. "You can't take the gossips so seriously. I believe that Blaine is a decent person, but for some reason he's not able to let other people in besides the ones he trusts."

Peter raised his eyebrow and laughed shaking his head. "Don't be so naïve, Kurt. He just probably wants to use you."

"Why would he do something like that?" Kurt asked, a little angry at his friend.

Peter shrugged his shoulders. "You said it yourself. We don't know much about him."

Kurt went quiet, trying to figure out if this could possibly be true. He shook his head trying to get rid of this ridiculous thoughts. Blaine had no reason whatsoever to use Kurt. What would he use him for anyway?

Friendship with Blaine was a little difficult, he had to admit. Even though they were much closer now, the hazel-eyed boy would still blow up sometimes and yell at Kurt for no clear reason.

"I want to make it up to you." Blaine said after one of their fights during the practice.

"You really don't have to." Kurt said with a small smile.

"But I want to." Blaine said with determination evident in his deep voice. Kurt would love to hear him sing but he didn't have enough courage to ask. "So would you like to eat a dinner with me at my place on Saturday? Santana is supposed to spend the weekend with her girlfriend, so she won't be there to insult us."

Kurt's heart skipped a beat at the prospect of spending time with Blaine alone, in his apartment. He knew that it was a bad idea to get his hopes up but it sounded so much like a date that he couldn't help himself. "That sounds like a great idea." Kurt said trying not to show too much enthusiasm.

Blaine smiled a little. "Is 6 okay?"

Kurt nodded his head. "It's perfect." He blurted out.

The hazel-boy opened his mouth as if he wanted to add something, but then he just smiled again and started walking towards the changing room.

Kurt knew how foolish it was to think that it was going to be a date but he couldn't stop himself from thinking exactly that. Blaine just probably felt guilty and it was one of his attempts to make things straight between them.

He also couldn't forget about the overheard phone call. There obviously was someone special in Blaine's life even if that person was far away. Kurt didn't want to be the one to destroy their relationship even though every night he would dream of having Blaine in his arms and never letting go.

And just like that Kurt's good mood was gone. He sighed and slowly followed behind Blaine to the changing room. Once he was inside, Kurt sat down on the bench and took a bottle of water out of his bag. He tried not to look at Blaine's muscled back but he didn't have any energy left to stop himself.

Suddenly, the dark-haired boy turned around and Kurt's jaw dropped open. His gaze travelled over his muscled chest and stomach, but what caught Kurt's attention the most was a scar across his stomach. "What is it?" He asked softly.

Blaine looked down at his body, as if only now realizing that he was shirtless. Kurt could see clearly anger in his golden eyes, when the shorter boy looked back upat him but surprisingly it quickly melted away.

"I had a surgery when I was a kid." Blaine answered calmly but one of his arms curled protectively around his stomach. "Not a big deal."

Kurt nodded his head, a little surprised but happy that Blaine didn't seem to be mad at him for bringing it up. "Should I bring something for tomorrow?" He asked trying to change the subject.

Blaine visibly relaxed, making Kurt wonder what story was behind that scar. "No, that's not necessary."

"Are you sure?" Kurt asked putting the bottle of water back into the bag. "I could buy a bottle of wine."

"Yeah, why not?" Blaine said putting on his shirt. "See you tomorrow then." He gathered his things and left the changing room, not even waiting for Kurt's replay.

Kurt sighed looking down at his hands. It seemed like he wasn't any closer to solving the mystery that was Blaine Anderson. Even though they were friends now, it still felt like there was an invisible wall between them that Kurt couldn't break.

When Kurt told Rachel about eating dinner with him, she was overexcited. The blue-eyed boy had to explain to her a few times that it was definitely not a date. "But you want it to be a date, Kurt. Don't even try to deny it." She said rolling her eyes at him.

Kurt bit his bottom lip, blushing a little. "Of course I want it to be a date but that doesn't change anything."

"A kiss means something, Kurt." The brown-haired girl said smiling brightly. "This is totally a date."

"We kissed a few weeks ago, and Blaine just wants to forget about it." Kurt said sadly, not really wanting to think about it right now. He just wanted to chill out in front of TV screen with his best friend. "He obviously doesn't have any romantic feelings for me."

"But you can't know for sure that it's not a date." Rachel said softly. "Just ask him."

"I don't want to make a fool out of myself, Rachel. If friendship is all I'm gonna get, I just have to accept it and move on." Kurt said knowing that it wouldn't be that easy to get rid of his feelings.

"Whatever you say." Rachel said, obviously knowing that Kurt wasn't going to listen to her.

The next day Kurt spent two hours getting ready for his not-date. He kept telling himself that this meeting shouldn't mean anything to him but his heart was naïve enough to hope. He chose a pair of the most skinny jeans that he owned, a white fitted shirt and a vest on top.

When Kurt excited his apartment the busy streets of New York suddenly seemed like the most beautiful place on the face of the planet. A nervous energy was buzzing through Kurt's body but for some unknown reason it wasn't distracting nor annoying. For one single moment he let himself believe that his feelings towards Blaine were mutual. He was aware of the fact that getting his hopes up was a very, very bad idea, but Kurt just couldn't help it. He wanted to feel this way.

He bought a bottle of Italian red wine (not the cheapest one) and entered the subway station. He still remembered which train he should take to get to Blaine's place from that night and yet he kept checking the address and time not wanting to be late.

Kurt reached his destination fifteen minutes before he was supposed to meet Blaine. Not wanting to disturb Blaine he wandered around the neighborhood for a bit. Not far from Blaine's apartment he found a flower shop. He stood in front of the building for a while wondering if buying Blaine a nice-smelling flowers would be too much. A bouquet of beautiful roses or lilies would be a nice gesture, but it could also be misinterpreted by Blaine. Yeah, Kurt really wanted their meeting to be a date, but if Blaine had other ideas then he should respect that.

Kurt gave the flower shop a longing look and slowly started walking towards Blaine's apartment. He entered the old building and took the elevator gripping the bottle a little tighter than it was necessary. Then he walked down the short hallway, ignoring the fact that his heart obviously was trying to beat out of his chest.

When he stood in front of the door leading to Blaine's apartment, he took a deep breath, lifted up his hand and knocked against the door hoping for the best. Less than a minute later the door swung open and the first thing that Kurt's mind registered was the heavenly smell filling his noserids. Then he noticed a pair of bright hazel eyes, a gelled down hair (there was far less gel though) and a soft smile. It was still a little surprising to see Blaine smile but Kurt thought that the older boy looked so much more handsome with a grin plastered to his face. He also looked younger.

"Kurt." Blaine said breathlessly as if he was surprised to see him. "Um, hi."

"Hi." Kurt said a little awkwardly stepping from foot to foot.

"Come in." Blaine said stepping aside to let his friend in.

Kurt entered the apartment looking curiously around. Maybe the furniture and the decorations didn't seem to be very expensive but it all looked very cozy and nice. Blaine took his jacket from him and hung it. "This is for you." Kurt said holding up the bottle of wine. "I mean for us." He added after a moment. "Do you need any help with the dinner?"

"Thank you. Everything is almost ready." Blaine said taking the wine from Kurt. "I must warn you, though." He said walking through the short hallway. Kurt followed closely behind admiring Blaine's taste in colors. "I am not very good at cooking."

"Don't be so hard on yourself." Kurt said entering the small kitchen. "If it tastes as good as it smells, then I'm in heaven."

Blaine chuckled, and God, it was the most beautiful sound ever. He put the bottle down on the cupboard and walked over to the oven. Kurt sat down by the table and just watched Blaine.

"It's just a chicken with mashed potatoes and some weird salad with pineapple. I'm not even sure if it goes well together." Blaine said turning around to face Kurt.

"I'm sure it's great." Kurt said watching as Blaine filled two plates with food. Then he settled them on the table, opened the bottled of wine and filled two glasses with it and then finally sat down opposite Kurt.

A very uncomfortable silence filled the air leaving Kurt alone with his thoughts as he started slowly eating. He wasn't really sure what they were supposed to talk about. They still didn't know each other well.

Kurt looked up at Blaine who lifted up the glass and took a sip of wine. To Kurt's horror his face crumpled up. "What's wrong?" Kurt asked.

Blaine just looked at the glass for a moment, as if thinking about something and then just busted out in laughter. Kurt raised his eyebrow, opening and closing his mouth like a fish.

"The wine…it's horrible." Blaine said, clearly struggling to breath.

Kurt quickly took a sip of vine and almost spitted it all over the table. "Oh God, I'm so sorry." He said looking up at Blaine.

The other boy was still laughing. "It tastes like shit."

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest. "It's not that bad."

"Yes, it is." Blaine argued.

"Okay, maybe it is." Kurt said at last. "But your salad isn't that amazing either."

"Are you kidding me?" Blaine asked. "My salad is a masterpiece compared to your wine."

They both started laughing and the tension finally melted away. They finished eating the dinner in a pleasant atmosphere and moved to the living room to watch a movie together. "What about Pitch Perfect?" Blaine asked going through his collection of films.

"Sure." Kurt said from his spot on the comfortable sofa. Blaine put the disc into the DVD player and sat down beside Kurt. "It's actually pretty nostalgic." Kurt said watching as Blaine filled two glasses with wine. Luckily, he had a bottle of white wine, which was actually quite good. "I used to be in a glee club in high school."

"Really?" Blaine asked raising his eyebrow.

"Yeah, being on Broadway has always been my dream and glee club was my first step on the way to achieve that." Kurt said smiling softly at the good memories.

For a couple of minutes neither of them said anything as they watched the opening of the movie. "I used to be in a glee club too, you know? We were called the Warblers." Blaine finally said looking down at his hands.

"Wow, really? We used to compete against them. The New Directions." Kurt said in excitement. "But I don't remember you being amongst these preppy boys in uniforms."

A small sad smile formed on Blaine's lips as he took a sip of his wine. "I was on the team only during my freshman year."

Kurt knew that it was kind of rude to ask but he really wanted to know as much about the other boy as he could. He felt like he was so much closer to solving the mystery of Blaine Anderson, but still not close enough. "Why?"

"I had to quit due to some personal problems. I just met the wrong people, I guess. I don't really want to talk about it now." Blaine set the glass on the table and wrapped his arms around himself.

"That's okay." Kurt said resting his hand on Blaine's shoulder. The hazel-eyed boy looked up at him smiling thankfully. "Well, tell me something about yourself, Blaine Anderson."

Blaine chuckled. "I'm just an average guy. There's not really much to know about me."

"I don't believe that." Kurt said. "There must be something."

"Well, I do have a rather big collection of bow-ties back at home."

"Seriously? Bow-ties?" Kurt asked raising his eyebrow.

"Don't you dare laugh at me!" Blaine said. "I'm not the one wearing a different scarf every single day after all."

Kurt glared at him. "Stay away from my scarves! They are warm and fashionable."

They kept talking forgetting about the movie playing on the screen in front of them. Discussing their favorite books, foods, songs and musicals was far more interesting. "What about your family? What are they like?" Kurt asked at some point.

A pleasant smile immediately vanished from his face and sadness filled his amber eyes. His hands curled into fists and his relaxed face turned into an emotionless mask. Kurt's good mood also disappeared as he watched his friend turn back into a stranger. "Blaine…it's okay if you don't want to talk about them. I don't want to force you into anything." Kurt said softly hoping that it was enough to calm Blaine down.

The dark-haired boy sat motionlessly for a while, not saying a word. Kurt was afraid that he was about to blow up, so he placed his hand gently on the other boy's shoulder trying to bring him back into reality. "I'm sorry." Blaine finally whispered. "My family is just a really sore subject."

"It's fine." Kurt said smiling softly, glad that Blaine was still calm. "You don't have to tell me anything."

Blaine nodded his head. "Thanks."

Blaine refilled his glass with wine and drank it all at once. "Can I ask you a question, Blaine?" It felt like he was crossing a line, but Kurt wanted to know at least one important thing about Blaine. The hazel-eyed boy gave him a small nod. "I think that's okay to assume that you're a gay after…" He trailed off avoiding Blaine's gaze. "Do you have a boyfriend? I accidentally overheard one of your phone calls a couple of weeks ago and it sounded a little more than friendly." Kurt knew that he shouldn't be asking that but he needed to have a reason to get over Blaine.

"No, I don't have a boyfriend." Blaine said quietly looking at Kurt with his huge, mysterious hazel eyes.

Kurt's eyes travelled down to Blaine's lips and for a moment he really wanted to lean forward and press a kiss to them, but he knew that it would be most likely unwelcome. Instead, he hesitantly reached out his hands and placed it on top of Blaine's smiling at him softly.

The hazel-eyed boy looked down at their hands and then back up at his friend. "Kurt…but I don't think I'm ready to have one."

"It's okay." Kurt said and squeezed Blaine's hand trying to show him that he really meant that.

Blaine just couldn't get enough of Kurt. His infectious laugh, crystal clear blue eyes, slim fingers and beautiful personality. It was almost one AM and they were both beyond tipsy at this point, but even now Blaine was aware of his feelings towards the brown-haired boy sitting beside him on the couch.

It was terrifying.

Blaine also knew that Kurt wanted more as well. Was Blaine ready for such a big step? He hadn't had a boyfriend for a couple of years and it was all really unfamiliar to him. He dreamed about just loosing himself in the stream of love and passion but he wasn't quite yet there.

He looked over at Kurt and noticed that his eyes were closed. He just stared at his face for a while, not really caring that it was kind of creepy. Then, after a moment of hesitation Blaine moved closer to Kurt and leaned his head against his shoulder forgetting about all the walls built around his heart. He was finally starting to believe that maybe Kurt would be there to protect his heart as well instead of tearing it apart.

Blaine closed his eyes and brought back the memory of their kiss.

One day he would find the courage to smash their lips together again.

But for now even Kurt's boney shoulder was enough to make him forget about everything else.

When Kurt woke up it felt like his head was about to explode from the pain. He slowly blinked his eyes open, groaning at the bright sun peeking from behind the curtains. Looking around Kurt realized that it was definitely not his bedroom. After a couple of seconds of confusion the memories came rushing back into his mind.

He ran his hand through his hair and frowned. He really didn't want Blaine to see him in this state. But before he could figure out what to do next a smell of freshly-made coffee hit his senses. A minute later a cup of hot coffee was placed in front of him on the smalltable.

When Kurt looked up, he was met with the most adorable sight ever. Blaine was standing in front of him wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and an oversized sweater. But the best thing was that Blaine's dark hair was loose and curly. "Yes, I know, I look terrible." Blaine said crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't look angry nor upset. He seemed relaxed and slightly amused.

"I think you look cute." Kurt said not thinking it through.

Blaine's cheeks flushed red and he ducked his head shyly. Then he cleared his throat and looked back at Kurt. "What do you want for breakfast?" He asked.

"Um, I'm not really hungry right now, to be honest." Kurt replied. "I am not sure if I would be able to keep anything down." He said reluctantly. "Can I take a shower though?"

"Sure." Blaine said smiling softly. Kurt stood up from the sofa, immediately noticing the pain from sleeping there. At least he didn't feel nauseated. Slowly, he excited the living room and walked straight towards the bathroom, barely remembering where it was.

As soon as the door was closed Kurt stripped out of his clothes wondering how he was going to survive wearing them on his way back home. Pushing these thoughts to the back of his mind Kurt entered the shower and let himself enjoy the stream of hot water.

Only then the events from last night started becoming more clear. At least now he knew three things. Blaine was gay, didn't have a boyfriend, but he wasn't ready to be in a relationship. That knowledge was enough for now. It didn't mean that he was just going to sit and wait though. He was going to make Blaine think that he didn't have any reason not to trust Kurt.

Even though Kurt knew a couple of new things about his friend it seemed like there was still some major secret that Blaine didn't want him to know about. He was fine with it as long as it didn't mean that Blaine was a drug dealer or anything like that.

Kurt stepped out of the cabin only to find a pile of fresh clothes and tower waiting for him. He smiled a little at the prospect of wearing clothes that belonged to Blaine. He dried himself off and pulled on a pair of boxes, a comfortable and worn-out, but still somewhat stylish green sweater and fitted jeans that were just slightly too short.

He excited the bathroom and walked into the kitchen. Blaine was sitting by the table with a cup of coffee in his hand. "Thank you for the clothes." Kurt said leaning against the wall and smiling softly. Blaine looked up at him and returned the smile. "And for the dinner…and well, everything."

"You have nothing to thank for, Kurt." Blaine said shrugging.

"I should probably go now." Kurt said reluctantly. "My phone is dead and Rachel must be really worried about me."

"Yeah…" Blaine said and bit his bottom lip, as if he wanted to say something else.

Kurt wanted for a couple of seconds, but the other boy didn't say anything.

He walked Kurt to the door and stood patiently as he pulled on his jacket and wrapped his scarf around his neck. When Kurt turned around to face Blaine, he hesitantly leaned forward for a good-bye hug expecting Blaine to do the same, but the other boy lifted up his hand and cuddled it to Kurt's cheek surprising the heck out of him.

Kurt stood frozen searching in Blaine's eyes for some sort of hint as to what was going to happen next, but he could only see hope and fear. Then the hazel-eyed boy slowly leaned forward as if he still wasn't really sure if he was really going to do this, and then they were kissing. Kurt closed his eyes marveling at how right it felt. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck returning the kiss.

After what felt like a millisecond, Blaine pulled away smiling softly at Kurt. He wanted to ask so much questions about them but he knew that he should just enjoy the moment while it lasted, so he returned the smile and said. "See you tomorrow."

As soon as Kurt returned to their apartment Rachel knew that something had happened. Kurt wasn't really surprised considering that fact that he couldn't stop smiling and everything was just beautiful and colorful.

"Did you have sex last night?" Rachel asked with a smirk when Kurt started making himself some breakfast.

"What? Of course not." Kurt replied looking at his best friend in disapproval.

She jumped on one of the stools and propped up her head on her hands. "Then why are you smiling like a fool?"

"Blaine kissed me." Kurt said not even trying to hide the grin forming on his face. "And it felt really amazing."

Rachel's smile grew even wider as she approached her best friend and pulled him into her arms. "I'm so happy for you, Kurt!" She said.

"So you don't think that he's dangerous to be around anymore?" Kurt asked raising his eyebrow once they pulled away.

"I don't." She said. "I think that you've changed him for the better. He's actually a lot nicer to everyone. Maybe he's not very talkative but I can see that he's much happier and it's all because of you!"

"I can't be the only reason for that." Kurt said.

"Oh, come on, Kurt." Rachel said squeezing his hand. "You are and you know that!"

"I don't know…" Kurt still wasn't so sure that it was all because of him. It seemed a little unreal.

"Whatever you say." Rachel said shaking her head. "Anyway, you've got to tell me everything!"

And so they spent the rest of the Sunday talking about Blaine. Kurt didn't want to get his hopes up just yet but after that amazing kiss (without tears and screams this time) Kurt couldn't stop imagining them as a real couple.

That night Kurt jumped under the covers not even thinking about sleeping. He was way too excited to let the sleep wash over him. He felt like the happiness was running through his vines and he didn't want this feeling to ever stop. The wiser part of his mind kept telling him that the kiss didn't have to necessarily mean anything but this time he decided to listen to his romantic side.

It took him a couple of hours but the daydreaming eventually turned into a real dream filled with amber eyes and soft lips.

When Kurt woke up on Monday morning it took him ten minutes to convince himself that he had really kissed Blaine Anderson and it wasn't just a figment of his vivid imagination. He lied on his bed staring at the ceiling for as long as he could trying to recall all of the details from the previous day.

Kurt went through his morning routine as fast as he could, eager to see Blaine. Their running sessions weren't as frequent as at the beginning, since Kurt's condition was much better now but every Monday they would still meet up at the coffee shop, halfway between their apartments and run through the central park for thirty minutes or so.

After eating a quick breakfast Kurt grabbed his bag with books and clothes to change into after the run. Rachel, barely awake was only able to kiss his cheek sloppily as a good-bye. Kurt rolled his eyes fondly at his best friend, happy that he wasn't in a zombie-like state without his coffee and excited their small apartment.

As soon as the cold wind hit him in the face, the reality finally sunk in. The kiss didn't have to mean that they were suddenly a couple. What if Blaine regretted this act of affection? The panic settled in his heart and it seemed like there was no way to calm down for Kurt. He really wanted to believe that they were something more than friends now, but how could he be sure when he knew that Blaine had trouble with handling his emotions? What if it was exactly like the last time?

Kurt wrapped his arms around himself, suddenly feeling very cold and insecure. He walked through the city, dreading the moment of seeing Blaine's face. He didn't want to see the fear and anger in his golden eyes. The closer he was to the coffee shop, the faster his heart was beating.

He stood in front of the building for a couple of minutes, not really wanting to come in and be faced with possibly harsh reality. He wanted to stay in his beautiful fantasy with Blaine by his side.

But then another thought came into his mind. Maybe, just maybe Blaine actually wanted something more than friendship too. Behind this door something life-changing could be waiting for him. To find out Kurt just had to push it open.

He took a deep breath gathering all of his courage and opened the door with trembling hands and racing heart. His gaze travelled through the room until it landed on the one person that had the power to break his heart.

Blaine was sitting at one of the tables with two cups of coffee in front of him. His fingers were tapping against the table a melody only known to him. His face was devoid of any emotions which was a little worrying to Kurt. He slowly made his way over to the table and cleared his throat making his presence known.

The dark-haired boy glanced up at Kurt and for a moment they just looked into each other's eyes not showing any feelings. Finally, the corners of Blaine's mouth turned into a grin and some of the tension left Kurt's body. "Hi, Kurt." He said, almost shyly.

Kurt smiled back. "Hello, Blaine."

"I've got a coffee for you." Blaine said gesturing at one of the cups.

"Thank you." Kurt said taking the offered drink.

Blaine stood up taking his cup and they excited the café slowly sipping their coffees. They walked down the sidewalk in silence for a while. Kurt waited for Blaine to speak up but when he realized that the other boy wasn't going to say anything he spoke up. "Are we just going to ignore it like the last time?" Kurt asked, cursing himself for mentioning their last kiss.

"I hope not." Blaine said turning to him. A soft smile was playing on his lips without a trace of insecurity. "Maybe I'm not ready to put a label on us yet but I'm tired of pretending that you don't mean anything to me. I'm kinda scared of this but I really want to try. I don't know if a relationship is what I need right now but I do know that I need you as something more than a platonic friend." Suddenly, a warm hand slipped into his and Kurt knew that it was what pure happiness felt like. He was surprised by Blaine's expansiveness but he was so incredibly happy that the other boy wanted to risk breaking his own heart to be with Kurt.

But he had to make sure that Blaine really knew what he was getting himself into. "Are you sure that it is what you want, Blaine? Don't get me wrong, I really want us to be something amazing together but I can't have you changing your mind in a week or so."

Blaine lifted up his hand and slowly kissed it making Kurt's heart do a back flip. "I'm sure, Kurt. I know how it feels like to be brokenhearted and I don't want you to feel like that. I really regret being a jerk to you and I promise you, that version of me is gone and is never going back. You have an ability to make me believe in romance again."

Kurt didn't know what to say to that. "Okay, if you are sure, then I think that we can try." He rested his hand on Blaine's waist and slowly leaned forward capturing Blaine's lips in a soft kiss. Blaine returned the kiss and they stayed in each other's arms for a couple of short seconds ignoring the people walking past them. "Aren't we supposed to be running?" Kurt asked when they pulled away.

"Nah, we can just walk today."