Blaine had led him down so many different corridors and hallways that Kurt had completely lost count. If he ever did transfer to Dalton, he would have to have someone guide him everywhere he went. Despite the long distance, Kurt couldn't help but admire the impressive architecture. Everything was so classy and elegant, and with the high ceilings and winding staircases, he was definitely reminded of Hogwarts.
And Kurt might just have a teensy crush on one Mister Harry Potter.
Kurt was finding himself getting used to holding Blaine's hand and was hopng that he'd never let go of it. Finally, after leading him up a large, mahogany staircase and through two tall doors, they entered a long hall with many doors leading to what he assumed were dorm rooms.
"Well, here we are, the senior dorms!" Blaine announced. "My room's at the end of the hall."
"This place is huge," Kurt murmured, his eyes rapidly taking in every detail.
Blaine nodded, the movement tousling his curls cutely. "It really is," he agreed. "I can't even tell you how many times I've gotten lost in this place. If it wasn't for Wes and David, I probably would've never learned the way to my own room. Although they did send me to the wrong place on purpose a few times."
Kurt laughed softly, causing Blaine to chuckle in response. "Sometimes I think the two of them are the real life version of the Weasley twins," he said, as he paused in front of the last door in the hallway. "This is me."
Stepping inside, Kurt took in the scenery. There were two beds in the surprisingly large room. It was easy to tell which side was Blaine's. The first bed had bits of the Dalton uniform strewn across the duvet, and the walls around the bed were covered with posters of pretty women, some of them with very little clothing.
Blaine's bed was situated close to the window, and was neatly made. Instead of girls, Blaine had a large Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince movie poster over his bed. Kurt was also pleased to see a Wicked poster and even one from Les Miserables.
Noticing Kurt checking out his decorations, Blaine released Kurt's hand and turned to face him. "You like Les Mis?"
"Love," Kurt corrected, giving him a smile. He was disappointed at the loss of contact, but he wasn't going to let Blaine in on that. "I also have a soft spot for the illustrious Daniel Radcliffe."
Blaine chuckled. "Mmm, he is pretty impressive, isn't he?"
"I have a feeling you're not referring to his acting," Kurt teased.
"Well, can you honestly blame me?" Blaine asked, smirking, as he walked over to a giant bookcase that was stuffed with what must have been hundreds of DVDs.
"I suppose not," he answered as he watched Blaine peruse the many, many titles. "I'd be lying if I said that I didn't find him attractive," he admitted.
"You know," Blaine drawled in a lilting tone, "I've been told multiple times that I resemble Harry Potter." He continued to browse, not looking at Kurt.
Kurt didn't know whether he was reading too much in to it, as he often did, but it sounded like Blaine was flirting with him. He intensely hoped that was the case, but he didn't want to get his hopes up again, just to have them be crushed.
"Is that right?" he questioned in a hopefully nonchalant tone.
"Mmmhmm," Blaine hummed in response, still flipping methodically through the movies.
"Well, I suppose there may be a slight resemblance."
Blaine whirled around, clutching a lone movie in his hand, and grinned widely at Kurt. "I'm glad you think so."
In spite of himself, Kurt felt his cheeks flush a little. "So, what are we watching?" he asked, changing the subject.
Blaine glanced down at the movie in his hands. "Well, since it's Christmas-near enough, anyway-I figured we could go with the holiday theme and watch A Christmas Carol. It's a classic and one of my favorites, so..." Blaine shrugged. "Is that okay with you?"
Kurt nodded. "Sure. I've always had a soft spot for Mister Scrooge."
"I know, right," Blaine laughed, "the guy's a jerk, but you can't help but like him." He walked over to a large flat screen that Kurt hadn't even noticed until then, and popped the dvd in the Blu-Ray machine. Grabbing the remote, he turned the tv on and walked back over to Kurt.
"Have a seat," he said as he plopped down on one side of his bed, and patted the other side in invitation.
Kurt sat down daintily, resisting the urge to scoot all the way over and press himself to Blaine's side. But the older boy appeared to have different ideas since he slung his arm around Kurt's shoulders and pulled him a lot closer. There was barely an inch of space between them, and Kurt was both happy and unhappy with his new position. Any physical contact was very welcomed and enjoyed, but he was going to have a hell of a time paying attention to the movie.
Evidently, Kurt's expression must have revealed some of his inner turmoil because Blaine tightened his hold around his shoulders, squeezing comfortingly. 'Don't worry," he said smoothly, a sexy smile playing on his lips, "I won't bite you."
Kurt was certain his heart stopped completely for a second. After that comment he was pretty sure that Blaine was indeed flirting with him. That, or he was way too friendly. Either way, he wasn't sure whether to keep up the nonchalant act or flirt back.
Instead of responding, Kurt gave Blaine teasing smirk, and settled back against the numerous fluffy pillows on the bed.
Much to his disappointment, Blaine removed his arm from his shoulders, and leaned over to rummage around in his bedside table drawer. After a moment he withdrew his hand with a triumphant cry. "Aha! I found them." He was clutching a long, blue package and was smiling happily. "For a second there I thought Wes had stolen them all again. He's always getting into my stash."
Kurt glanced curiously over at his friend, wondering what he was so happy about. He didn't have to wonder long, though, because Blaine ripped through the wrapping savagely and thrust the package into Kurt's face. "Red Vine? They're the king of the candies, you know," he stated in an absolute tone.
"Uh, sure," Kurt answered hesitantly, pulling one from the container. "Thanks."
"Welcome," he replied, through a mouthful of candy. Watching Blaine suck on a Red Vine was a little too distracting, so Kurt quickly looked away, ignoring the all too inappropriate voice in his that was suggesting other things Blaine could do with his lips.
He was barely able to focus any of his attention on the opening scenes of the movie because he was too busy fighting the intense urge to lay his head on Blaine's shoulder. But he forced himself to ignore that particular inclination and valiantly tried to focus on the ghostly spector of Jacob Marley instead of the too sexy for his own good boy next to him.
However, about thirty minutes later, Kurt began to notice that Blaine's eyes roved over to him every minute or two. He wanted to turn his head an stare deep into those rich, hazel eyes and never look away, but he resisted. Because he knew if he did give in and look, he wouldn't be able to look away and would probably end up spouting out something stupid or innapropriate.
Confidence was one thing Kurt was usually filled with, but when it came to boys-this boy, especially-it dwindled away. As much as he desired to be with Blaine, his annoyingly strong fear of rejection kept him from making the first move. He only hoped the boy was flriting with him and was planning to ask him out. Preferably soon. Like yesterday.
He sighed lightly as he watched the Ghost of Christmas Present show Scrooge Bob Cratchit's family, and Blaine's eyes shot over to him once more.
Deciding to risk a glance because his curiosity was getting to him, he saw Blaine giving him an intense look that he couldn't decipher. He looked like he wanted to say something, but when he noticed Kurt had seen him staring, he snapped his head back to the television screen.
Mentally shrugging, Kurt also looked away, figuring that if Blaine wanted to say something to him that badly, he would. But after seeing Blaine give him that look at least a half dozen more times as the movie progressed, Kurt was about to say to hell with waiting and demand to know what was wrong with him. But before he could say anything, Blaine snatched the remote up and paused the movie.
He exhaled raggedly and angled his body towards Kurt's own.
"What's wrong, Blaine?" Kurt asked softly, starting to feel a little concerned for the fellow singer.
Blaine had been staring at his hands, but he slowly raised his gaze to meet Kurt's. He seemed to struggle to find the words he wanted to say, running a hand through his unruly curls. "I...um, there's something that I've been wanting to say, but..." he trailed off.
"But what?" Kurt prompted, curious.
"I guess I'm a bit of a hypocrite, you know, telling you to have courage when I can't seem to find any myself."
"Blaine...what are you talking about?" He was definitely concerned now. Blaine sounded so unsure of himself and it was starting to freak him out a little because he was usually so put together.
He sighed with frustration. "I-I've been wanting to say something to you for a while now, but I just couldn't get the nerve up. I wouldn't even be saying anything now if it wasn't for the fact that I just can't take it anymore."
Kurt stayed silent, allowing Blaine to get out whatever it was he needed to say so badly.
"I really hope that this doesn't weird you out or scare you off, Kurt, because I'd absolutely hate to lose your friendship. But I just can't keep this inside anymore. What I'm trying to say is, I like you. Like, like you, I mean. In a way that definitely exceeds the boundaries of just friendship."
Blaine finally fell silent, an utterly apprehensive look on his handsome face. Kurt knew he must be gaping stupidly at him with his mouth hanging open, but he just couldn't believe it. It was almost too good to be true. The guy he was in love with just admitted that he had feelings for him, and he felt his heart speed up in excitement.
"Blaine-"
"It's okay, Kurt. You don't have to say anything. I shouldn't have even brought this up, especially after Karofsky forced himself on you like he did. This is probably the last thing you needed to hear and I'm sor-"
Kurt definitely didn't want Blaine to take back what he said; quite the opposite. He leaned forward and pressed a slim, pale finger across Blaine's lips to hush him, enjoying the feel of the soft, plump lips against his skin.
"Blaine, listen, you don't have to apologize for anything at all, okay." He removed his finger from his lips and paused, trying to gather his thoughts.
"But, Kurt, I know I shouldn't have-"
"Blaine. You know, I thought I was painfully obvious about my feelings for me, but apparently not. Hey," Kurt said, reaching under Blaine's chin and gently made his meet his gaze, "I like, like you too."
Blaine eyes widened dramatically, a surprise look etched on his chiseled face. "You…really?" He sounded entirely flabbergasted.
Chuckling quietly at his expression, Kurt grasped the older boy's hands in his own. "Yes, really. I've had quite a crush on you for some time now, probably even since the first time I saw you. And you're not a hypocrite, far from it. I was afraid to tell you how I truly feel too, and it doesn't make you a coward. I think everyone is a little afraid of being rejected, so you shouldn't think of yourself that way. And you're nothing like Karofsky, your advances are always welcome."
By the end of his spiel, Blaine was grinning happily, giving him an adoring look. "Then I suppose you won't mind if I do this…"
Blaine leaned forward, hesitating for a moment before brushing his lips sensually against Kurt's. It was a slow, sweet kiss, but nonetheless passionate, telling Kurt through his touch the extent of Blaine's feelings for him.
Kurt released Blaine's hands, then wrapped his arms around his neck, threading his fingers through the indescribably soft, raven curls. He'd never felt anything this pleasurable before; it was like all his nerve endings were tingling. All other thoughts drained away, the only thing in the world that held any meaning for him were the wonderfully soft lips pressed against his.
Wanting more, Kurt pulled Blaine tighter against him, deepening the already passionate kiss. He felt arousal ignite deep within him, but he forced himself to eventually pull back when his oxygen starved lungs could hold out no longer.
"Wow," Blaine breathed, resting his forehead against Kurt's, staring meaningfully into his eyes.
"Wow, indeed." Kurt couldn't remember the last time he'd felt happiness like this. One thing was for sure, he never wanted the feeling to leave him. "I'm definitely considering that my first kiss."
"Oh?" Blaine smiled, pulling Kurt against his warm chest, resting his cheek upon the top of his head.
"Yeah," Kurt snuggled into Blaine's arms contentedly, "after an experience like that, I can certainly say that it's the only one that's legitimately meant anything to me. Thank you."
Blaine dropped a quick kiss on the top of his head. "You don't have to thank me. It was my pleasure, believe me."
"Oh, but I do. You showed me what a real kiss feels like. For that I'll always be grateful."
"Well you can have all the kisses your heart desires, my dear. But first, I suppose I should go through with the formality of asking you to be my boyfriend. So," he gently turned Kurt's body around to face him, "will you make me the happiest gay guy in the world and do me the honor of becoming my boyfriend?"
Kurt's heart thumped joyously in his chest, and he couldn't stop the large smile from spreading its way across his face. "Yes, of course I will!" He answered enthusiastically.
Blaine gave him a sexy, dazzling smile of his own. "I'm so happy," he whispered, leaning down to capture his lips once again.
It was a meaningful, unhurried kiss full of promise and love, and neither boy ever wanted it to end. When they finally pulled away, they lay next to each other in silence, simply enjoying the other's presence.
"So," Kurt said quietly, "it seems that Wes was right."
Blaine laughed loudly. "Ha, don't let him hear you say that, his head will inflate so drastically that we'll never fit him inside the building again."
Kurt giggled. "But yeah," Blaine admitted, smiling at him tenderly, "I suppose he was right this time."
"Merry Christmas, Blaine," Kurt said softly, laying his head on Blaine's shoulder.
"Merry Christmas, Kurt," he answered, kissing the tip of his nose, and wrapping his arms tightly around his body. "Best present ever."