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It's been too long.

Far too long.

Dalton was terrific. As what he told Mr. Shue, "Classes are harder, but kids are nicer." And it was true to the core. Kurt Hummel loved the challenges, and the surprises that were in obviously not available in McKinley. The Warblers thought him how to be a team player. And the songs they chose were exceedingly perfect in his taste. No more Journey, no more Queen, no more 70s or 80s music. Hello Gaga, hello Katy Perry, hello P!nk.

And then there was Blaine.

The countertenor shyly smiled to himself whenever he thought of the dapper polite curly lead singer of the Warblers. With his warm hazel eyes, his heart-stopping smile, and ooh Gaga, don't let him even begin with his voice. Blaine was almost perfect to him.

What with his gentleman ways, and his thoughtful and positive demeanor. 'Almost', because...Let's face it. Blaine would be a hot eye-candy in his Dalton wardrobe. But leave him to his own clothes, and really—you would feel like you want to gouge your own eyes out or something (this coming from first-hand experience.)

But other than his fashion disaster, Blaine Anderson was like Alexander McQueen wrapped in a box for Christmas.

Of course, all the greatness had its own downfalls.

For one, the mountains of workloads he had gotten in Dalton made him think of suicide (or homicide, rather) far too often (gavel homicide involving a certain Wes and David). Another, the Warblers are all about unity, yes—that was the main problem when obviously, Kurt was proud and known for his unique individuality (coughdivacough) and his independence. And whatever he does, the Warblers would not, and would never be his insane, psychotic, overly dramatic New Directions.

And so, seeing that he had a long weekend ahead (Classes were cut to a half-day due to some meeting or something), he had taken the liberty of using all his savings that were originally for the latest Armani coat and the oh-so-chic Alexander McQueen scarf he saw, for instead, Burt and Carole's 'late-honeymoon.' He felt a bit guilty about using up his Father's money for their supposed honeymoon to pay for his expensive tuition at Dalton. With the 'rents out of the way, Kurt had the whole New Directions on speed-dial.

Of course, he had informed Blaine about the whole thing.

Skillfully, he had ignored Finn's suspicious stares all morning that day. And expertly, he had remained oblivious of the burning stare he had felt at the back of his head as he ushered Burt and Carole into their car.

Before his step-brother could've said anything else, he had already slipped into the kitchen.

Those fantastic drool-worthy chocolate brownies weren't going to bake by their selves you know.

"Hey beautiful", Blaine smoothly pecked his cheek as his arm automatically encircled his waist. Kurt felt the butterflies flutter in his stomach whenever Blaine called him that, whenever Blaine kissed him, whenever Blaine touched him—whenever Blaine was there.

Dear Gaga, he was hopelessly head over heels—hopelessly in love with Blaine Warbler Anderson.

"Hmm, Blaine", the countertenor leaned back as the other rested his chin on his shoulder. "Smells good", Blaine commented.

"I'm making some chocolate brownies for the girls."

"Hmmm", he hummed. Kurt raised a brow. "What?"

Blaine chuckled as he enveloped his boyfriend in an embrace from behind. "I was actually talking about you, silly."

Instantly, the taller flushed. "What? Do I actually smell like chocolate brownies right now?" He feigned innocence.

The soloist played along and even pretended to scrutinize his gorgeous boyfriend from head to toe, and immediately falling in love with him all over again in the process. Grinning, he planted a few light kisses on his neck. "Let me check."

Giggling as Blaine continued to shower his neck with attention, his hands were teasingly caressing the hem of his favorite sky blue H & M top. "Blaine! I'm...hnng...that tickles", he whispered in a breathy voice, "...baking..."

Before he could further tease Kurt with his ticklishness, he heard heavy footsteps heading toward their direction. Gently, as if to warn Kurt about the upcoming disaster that was sure to follow, and at the same time apologize for abruptly ruining their 'moment', Blaine planted one last kiss on his lips and then separated himself at a reasonable distance.

Speak of the devil; Finn's head was peeking in from the doorway. "Say Kurt, the New Directions-Hey man!" He grinned brightly as he strolled forward to give Blaine a high-five. And then his senses was suddenly filled with mouth-watering, oh-so-delicious, delectable (he learned that from Brittany the other day) Kurt-made—" Are those YOUR brownies?"

Annoyed at his brother's seemingly bad timing, he impatiently slapped his hand away. "Yes and no, you're not having any."

All the glee girls were seated on the floor, as suggested by Rachel, in a semi-circled position. They were lazing around, with Tina painting Mercedes's nails, and Quinn curling Brittany's hair. Even Lauren and Santana were engaged in a conversation. Although, there topic was actually about Noah Puckerman—and his weaknesses.

Blaine and Kurt were leaning against one another. They were both comfortable, what with Kurt arguing with Rachel about who's casting of RENT were better, and with Blaine amused at how energetic and oh-so-adorable his boyfriend was. With his determined, sparkling bright blue eyes, his perfectly arched brow, his soft pinkish lips that he so badly wanted to—

"—obviously Rosario Dawson is more talented when it comes to singing AND dancing Rachel, and the awards for RENT just goes out to prove it", he ranted, cheeks flushing a bit as he passionately ranted about whatever it is that he loved. "Come on! Everyone is convinced of her acting. It's not like Renee Elise Goldsberry's performance in the Final Performance film in 2008."

To which, Rachel replied as aggressively with her defending the all-time classic Daphne Rubin-Vega.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Ms. Daphne Rubin-Vega said so herself that she was too old for the role. And as much as I would admit that she is absolutely breath-taking on stage, filming is much more challenging than performing it on Broadway. Right, Blaine?"

"Hmmm", he hummed in reply, still dazedly staring at his lips, wondering what other services those sinful pair might do for him.

Rachel impatiently snapped her fingers in front of him, pulling him out of his (not-so-innocent) reverie.

"Blaine!"

"Huh?"

"Are you okay? You were spacing out", Kurt stared at him with concern.

And at that exact moment, Blaine felt his heart swell with so much love and gratitude knowing that his—his—gorgeous breath-taking boyfriend was truly worried about him. And if he was worried about him, then that must meant that he cared for him right? And if Kurt cared for him that must obviously mean that he loves him right? Right? And goshdarnit, he loved him back too. All he wanted to do at that exact moment, was to literally burst into song (hey, he was crap with words) and express to him-

"Blaine! You keep on just staring blankly into space! What is wrong with you?" Kurt snapped. Oh, even if he's annoyed at him, he couldn't help but grin maniacally.

And so, being the oblivious idiot that he was, he blurted out, "I want to kiss you."

Instantly, the room became silent, seeing as Rachel was, for the first time, dumbstruck speechless, and Kurt was as well, wordless.

"I mean I-uuh-", he buried his head in the crook of his neck, "...darn it. I just love you Kurt. I know I'm random but...uugh...I am hopelessly and madly in love with you."

"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

"Kurt! Answer him!" Tina squealed. She was a sucker for this chick-flick-type of moments.

Red all the way down to his neck, the countertenor huffed but he couldn't shake off the smile lingering on his lips.

"Good thing the madness wasn't one-sided", he chuckled nervously, "I love you too, Blaine Warbler."

Kurt and Blaine were intimately talking about what was currently happening at Dalton. They were talking about the recent issue of David and Thad hiding Wes's gavel, and therefore, causing Wes to go berserk and cry like a new born baby and then suddenly wailing and flailing around like the madman that he was.

Mercedes couldn't help but stare at them. The way they moved around like magnets. When Kurt shifted, Blaine would adjust his position. And it was as clear as a day that the lead Warbler was spoiling his boy to the core. And she was happy for the both of them. But somehow...The way Kurt would affectionately settle in and lean comfortably against Blaine's chest, and the way Blaine would possessively tighten his grip around Kurt's waist to pull him closer-she couldn't help but be jealous.

Heck, here she was, a girl and all, and somehow, her boy managed to bag himself a prince charming before she could.

When Kurt snarkily commented about something under his breath, the shorter couldn't help but laugh, and it made the countertenor grin. It was too obvious. The sweetness was too...well, sweet.

Mercedes sighed.

They were two teenagers in love alright.

Why was his boyfriend such a tease? All he wanted was to hold his hand. That was all. That wasn't too much to ask right? It wasn't as if he asked Kurt to have sex with him or something. That wasn't too much to ask right? It wasn't as if he asked Kurt to have sex with him or something...Well, not yet. But they were going there.

Right, every time Blaine moved his fingers toward Kurt's, he would simply move it away. Not discreetly, or politely, just the simple rejection that the other was growing tired of. "Kurt", he whined. But the taller boy ignored him. Instead, he smirked at him once, and then he resumed his weekend outfit planning with Mercedes.

Slyly, he waited for the discussion to be absorbing. And when he heard Kurt rant about Alexander McQueen's latest collection, he knew that that was his moment. He stared at that slender, white, smooth, baby-soft skin and then he waited for the right moment which was—now!

"Oof!" He grunted as his face kissed the wooden floor. Kurt snickered.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

"Nothing", the lead singer blushed.

"And I don't really know if Finn's romantic or what not. I mean, we spend all our dates in his living room! Doing what? Well, we just watch football! Can you believe it? And I'm not even a fan! And he doesn't even know West Side Story!" Rachel dramatically complained of her un-romantic dates with Finn. "I just cannot have this kind of response when I'm being interviewed when I become successful in Broadway."

Kurt rolled his eyes, oblivious that Blaine was staring at him. The other boy chuckled.

Tina made a sympathetic sound. "I know how you feel. I'm proud being an Asian and all, but if Mike takes me to another dumpling or Chinese restaurant, I will throw up."

"Come on guys", Mercedes sighed depressed; "at least you have boyfriends."

Quinn patted her leg in an endearing manner. "Mercedes, you're not the only one—"

"Right Mother Hen", Santana scoffed. "As if you don't play house with Trouty Lips and pretend like you're Ken and Barbie. Please, everybody in Glee club knows that you two are an item or something."

"Wait, what about Anthony, Cedes?" Kurt piped in. Mercedes just gave him a bewildered look. "You know the cute guy from the football team. The one I set you up with when you were being crazy about those 'tots'?"

"Oh, that same time when you were being crazy about the guy who sang a Katy Perry song to you and who kept on texting 'Courage' to you and", she paused for a breather, "the one who's picture you have stuck in your locker?" The diva tilted her head innocently, enjoying Kurt's beet red face and his unconvincing glare and Blaine's totally smug expression.

"That's too much information Cedes", Kurt flushed adorably. As much as he loved his best friend, there were times that he sort of wanted to strangle her with his Alexander McQueen skull-printed scarf. He refused to meet eye contact with Blaine, because it was seriously embarrassing. He must have thought that his boyfriend was a super stalker or something.

Mercedes rolled her eyes. "Well, seeing that you were gone and he was trying to put the moves on, I told him that I actually have a thing with cherub-faced white boys. As much as I love you looking out for me, I don't think Anthony was at all interested at me for who I really am. So, hell to the no for him."

And then Rachel burst out into the rant of the majority of the guys from the Football team as jerks, to which all the Glee girls reacted quite harshly, and then she corrected her sentence by stating that majority of the Football team in exception of the Glee Guys. But while this was going on, Blaine could only stare at the blushing Kurt with a full-blown super dapper grin on his lips.

"You have a picture of me? In your locker?" he couldn't help but ask.

Flustered than ever, the countertenor couldn't also help but glare at his boyfriend (who resembled of an overexcited puppy), but failing greatly because his boyfriend was just too...adorkable. If there even was such a word. "Yes", he whispered. And then he let out a nervous chuckle. "That was too stalker-ish of me, wasn't it? It's just that Wes and David and Sam—"

Grinning, Blaine leaned over and planted a sweet yet brief kiss on his lips. "Don't", he whispered against them, "I'm happy that the obsession isn't one-sided. I thought you might break up with me and file a restraining order when you find out that I saved all your pictures from Facebook in a single folder in my laptop." The Warbler laughed and then kissed him again, oblivious that the room has gone quiet.

When they both pulled back, both boys had this dreamy dazed smile on their faces. Blaine gave him one last peck before planting a kiss on his hand. "I guess I'll go hang out with the guys this time", he whispered lovingly into his ear. "You may be just a few flights of stairs away, but I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too", Kurt admitted, leaning into the embrace.

"Nah", Blaine kissed the side of his neck. "I'll miss you every second you're not with me."

"I miss you already", the countertenor pouted when they pulled away. Blaine chuckled, not resisting the urge to kiss him on the forehead. "Well, I'm leaving my heart with you, take good care of it", he said affectionately.

"Oh my god, just have sex, both of you!"

"Santana!"

Blaine and Kurt both reddened immediately. "Ladies, have a very pleasant night", Blaine greeted the rest of the girls dapperly before he closed the door.

Making sure that Blaine already made his way downstairs, the girls began to bombard Kurt with questions (and comments).

"Oh my god! You two are absolutely cute for each other!"

"Cute? You mean gay. I thought I was going to throw up rainbows and ponies."

"Totally sweet. It was sweet enough to give me diabetes."

"I'd say wanky, but it's obvious that your dapper hobbit over there wants our Princess badly."

"Please Santa, not every relationship is all about sex."

"Santana has a point, you know. Well, not about the sex, but have you two ever kissed?"

"Oooh! You never did tell us how you two ended up together", Rachel gushed, "all I ever heard was that you were crying about how you made everything up in your head and then the GAP attack, and then I sort-of-kinda dated him for a brief while, and then the Sexy Comment and then the next thing I know, the two of you are turning what was supposed to be a heartbreak song to a very romantic duet during Regionals."

Kurt opened his mouth to answer all the comments he had heard so far (he was used to them) but then Brittany beat him to it.

"Boo", Brittany called out sweetly, "how do dolphins have sex?"

That seemed to shut everybody up. Quinn, Mercedes, and Rachel stared at the blonde with jaws hanging, obviously too shocked to respond. Santana was startled at the question, but nevertheless she was proud of Brittany of that feat. Of course, shutting Rachel up would be the equivalent of landing a spot in the Guinness book of World Records. Tina looked as if she was concentrating on an image in her head. And Kurt?

He looked as if he didn't know if he was going to faint, or explode, or melt, or do all three simultaneously.

"B-boo", he stammered as he managed to find his voice, "dolphins...They...Go ask Satan—Santana."

Brittany turned to her best friend with an expecting expression painted on her face. The Hispanic singer could only shake her head and grin the same way the Cheshire cat would grin. "See, sweetie, dolphins have sex the same way other people do."

"Dolphins?" Quinn raised a brow. "She meant gay people", Kurt explained in a shy, mortified type of way.

"Oh", Brittany tilted her head. "But they're both guys. Do dolphins have dolphin kisses the same way we have lady kisses?"

"You have a point their Brit", Santana hurriedly changed the topic. If Brittany would start making comparisons to their own way, then it would arouse suspicion from the other girls that Santana and Brittany might be involved with each other, and that one of them would still be in the closet.

"Say Kurt, who do you think is the top and the bottom in your relationship?"

"Top? Bottom?" Kurt tilted his head naively.

"The fucker and the fucked", Santana stated vulgarly.

"Oh! Santana! LALALALALALALALA~" The countertenor stuck his fingers into his ears and began to sing out loud. "Hey babe, it might not be a topic now, but Blaine's still a man. So are you. Both of you have needs. And both being guys, fuck, you might just go at it like bunnies. Energized horny bunnies in heat", Santana remarked.

"San, they're dolphins. They're not bunnies. Bunnies are white, and furry, and cute."

Tina grinned. "It's actually kind of hot, come to think of it. Blaine and Kurt are both hotties as well."

"I say that Blaine's top and Kurt's bottom", Rachel pitched in. "Blaine might look all gentleman and dapper and polite and stuff, but seeing Kurt's so innocent that he refuses to wear anything less than two layers of clothing, Blaine might just turn into the Beast behind closed doors and ravage Kurt up."

"I hate to agree with Rachel, but I'm totally with her on this one. My baby's a cherub, and that white boy's a lion", Mercedes nodded.

Santana shook her head. "I don't know, but I think Kurt's topping Blaine. He might look all innocent and shit, but I think he's eager, since he's deprived and new to all these things."

"I'm with Santana!" Tina smiled, making her eyes disappear.

"You girls are absolutely crazy", Quinn interjected. Kurt removed his fingers and stared at the pretty doll-esque cheerleader with hope. Maybe he's not the only one sane left in this group of psychotic bitches.

"Blaine obviously has Napoleon Complex, what with their humongous height difference. It's only natural for him to be the control freak and the one with the urge to dominate and possess and mark Kurt in every obvious way."

Kurt's smile faded. Oh how he was wrong. He used to think that the guys were the crazy ones, with their girl problems and their inability to think with their genitals instead of their brains. But seeing as the girls has taken interest and were talking about his sex life, then he was actually considering the guys to be brainless lambs compared to these...people.

"Bet on it?" Rachel smirked. "I'll twenty bucks that Blaine's top and Kurt's bottom."

Mercedes and Quinn were on her side.

"Sure hobbit. I'll bet twenty bucks that Porcelain will make that prep school boy scream his name."

Tina and Brittany were on her side.

"I'll bet twenty bucks that they're both switches", Lauren betted.

At that point, Kurt couldn't handle it anymore. He couldn't stand people betting how long were they going to get together (the Warblers' bet), then betting on who was going to confess to who (Wes and David), now who's topping who—again with their sex life! "I'm going to get the brownies", Kurt muttered to no one. The girls were too riled up with countless possibilities of their favorite ice queen bitch and his dapper boyfriend.

Kurt Hummel considered Pavarotti, a freaking bird, to be his only friend among his...See? He wasn't even sure what to call them anymore.

First, his girl friends were placing bets on who's going to top who—mainly, their inexistent sex life. Then, he went downstairs, only to be tackled by his idiotic stepbrother and then asking him if he was pregnant. Then one second his boyfriend was staring at him hungrily, Puck was laughing his ass off, and Finn was worried about Kurt's pending answer to his pregnancy question and he swore that he knew that Finn was already envisioning how he was going to tell Burt all about it.

Seriously, what the hell was wrong with them?

Grumbling, the countertenor closed his bedroom door rather loudly. Nobody noticed him. The girls were keenly focused on aimless rambles and rants about their own problems in life.

Although, Santana and Lauren were still arguing about Kurt and Blaine's...status. He overheard them talking about Blaine getting to first or second or even third base with him. Kurt tilted his head. Why on earth would he and Blaine be playing baseball?

Shaking his head, he trudged around the room to pick up the empty mugs, and glass containers to properly wash the remaining dishes that night. It would be a hassle to do it in the morning after all.

Out of the corner of his eye, Kurt saw something by his window. It was pale, and kind of blurry, but he was sure that the blonde part was hair and—

Ohmygod. It was a face. Someone was by his window!

Kurt let out a startled scream so high, he almost reached a high F. Tina and the other girls were a bit surprised as to why he suddenly screamed. They turned to glance in his direction and then soon, all of them started screaming too.

And that pale face?

It had the guts to rasp and then urgently knock his window three times.

A/N: There you have it! I wonder who that could be. *evil laugh* the one who gets the correct answer may request something from me! Be it in GLEE (anything about Kurt or Klaine), or in other fictional genres. *grin* And a big thank you to all those who commented and favorite-d and put this story into story alert. I suck at replying reviews because I have no time. XD But honestly, thank you!

Why is it that I couldn't get the image of Kurt Hummel wearing Frank-N-Furter's costume out of my head? Seriously, that would be the equivalence of…child pornography. Seeing how Kurt resembles an 11-year old milkmaid. XD

And the girls in this story? I had to base them off of my friends. They are pervs, I tell you. PERVS!

LOL. Tell me what you think. Seriously. :/