Kurt has had an amazing day so far. You look and sound like an angel. –B., was waiting for him as he opened his locker in the morning. The smile on his face had simply plastered itself there since then. He then proceeded to perform an amazing solo and get standing ovation from his peers. And now he's going to the theater.

So to say he's excited is a misunderstanding. This is still Lima, this is still no Broadway, but this is a theater. Presenting a musical.

Kurt is wearing a nice suit and he helped Carole in picking a dress. He even managed to get his dad and Finn in suits too (with less layers, but suits nonetheless ).

He is so happy.

Blaine wears a suit and a bowtie that matches the colors of the theater that night. His parents decided to pretend to be parents for once and let him choose something for them to do.

It would have been nice if his mother had stopped talking on the phone with some friend and his father at least looked at him during dinner. But that doesn't matter. Now he's at the theater surrounded by lovers of theater and his parents can't ignore him as they can't talk.

Nothing can disturb his happiness, his excitement. Nothing.

And then he sees it. Or rather, he sees him. Blaine can barely believe his eyes but he'd recognize those eyes and that jaw anywhere. Kurt Hummel is there as well, sitting with his family a few rows upfront and at the other side of the theater.

He doesn't stand up to say hi – he's a gentleman that found a Glee colleague at the theater, he should talk to him, right? – because the lights are already diming.

Blaine's beaming during the show. He's not actually watching the show, no matter how much he loves the play and the music and environment. He can't part his eyes from Kurt's figure for the rest of the nigh.

When Kurt opens his locker the next morning, a note falls right into his hand.

I saw you at the playhouse. Missed the entire musical in favor of staring at you. I hope you loved what you saw as much as I did. –B.

"And he wears those jeans! They are so tight, so nice on him," Blaine exclaims as he looks at Kurt standing in line to get his lunch. The tight camo button-up that disappear into those amazing jeans that cling to his legs that run for miles and miles before reaching his boots. What a sight.

"I seriously wonder how he gets into those," Quinn murmurs. "Tell him you like them. Next level of notes coming in, Hummel," she warns, even if Kurt can't hear her.

Blaine isn't sure how that can help him but he's sure Quinn would never do something to mess with hm about that. Which leads to: Is it still considered romantic if I write you notes about your sinfully delicious tight pants? –B.

Unfortunately, Kurt misses Glee practice a few days later. They are almost wrapping up with a final performance when Kurt strides through the auditorium doors in a beautiful black suit and red-shot eyes. He goes straight to the band and talks to them briefly before turning to the Glee club.

Upon being asked what happened, Kurt simply looks at each and every one of the faces around him and says, "It's not nice to play with people's feelings."

Then the song starts.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take this broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

Kurt knew the notes were a joke. He knew from the beginning.

But why does figuring out that they were indeed fake hurt so much?

Karofsky is a bully. One that actually has a crush on Kurt. One whose full name is David Brandon Karofsky. B. One that kissed Kurt no even three hours ago saying he was the one sending the notes.

Of course, Kurt doesn't tell anyone about Karofsky. He can't, he is under a death threat.

His locker is now something he prefers avoiding.

He dreads opening his locker now, afraid there might be another note from his admirer, from Karofsky. And as much as he hates living his life in spite of others, he finds himself barely using his locker, always getting everything he needs at once at the beginning of the day and bringing everything back home with him at the end of the day.

The day after his version of Blackbird, there's a note on his locker. Kurt quickly crumbles it and throws it out, wanting to pretend that never happened, never existed.

Blaine was walking with Sam down the corridor that day and he saw Kurt throwing his note on the nearest trash can without even reading.

It hurt.

Does Kurt get fed up with the secret thing? Did he figure it out? Does he not want Blaine?

So many thoughts run through Blaine's head that he calls the Unholy Trinity to ask for advice.

"What did you do?" Santana asks as they meet at the bleachers, the top row.

"I don't know."

"Does he know it's you?" Quinn asks, sitting next to him.

"I don't know."

"What happened?"

"I don't know."

Turns out there is much they can do or even know, which leads to Santana's last question.

"Did he read it?"

"No," Blaine sighs and looks down.

"Then send it again."

"What?" Blaine frowns his eyebrows.

"Send the note again. If he crumbles it again, we'll take it from there. But now you need one last chance," she explains.

Blaine slowly nods as Quinn and Santana smile.

The next morning, Kurt slowly unfolds the note and, fighting the urge to throw it out again, reads: Blackbird was beautiful. You move me. –B.

Someone owns him an explanation.

"You're not B," Kurt proclaims.

Karofsky slowly turns to Kurt in the locker room, which Kurt carefully chose to do this while empty. "What do you mean?"

"You're not him," Kurt says. "I know you're not."

Karofsky squares his shoulders and actually looks a few inches taller, but Kurt is past behind fearing that. "Prove it."

"What was the last song I sang at Glee practice?"

"What?"

"In the last note, B mentioned the last song I sang in the auditorium," Kurt took a few steps forward. "Which song was that?"

Karofsky slumps down and sighs heavily. He takes a few minutes to talk again.

"I'm not him."

Kurt sighs in gratitude at the words, a small smile playing on his lips.

"I thought," Karofsky started, "That if you thought I sent those to you... I don't even know." Kurt just let him gather himself enough to talk again. "I guess I thought that then you might forgive me."

"After everything you've done?" Kurt can't keep his snarky remark inside.

Karofsky closes his eyes, "I know and I'm sorry." Then he turns to leave.

One thing still intrigues Kurt. "How did you even know about the notes? And about the signature?"

Karofsky turns back to him.

"Santana told me. She knows who's actually sending you the notes." He even smiled a bit, "I know too but I won't tell you. Santana asked me not to. I'm sure you'll like who it is, though."

And then Kurt was left alone in the locker room.

"Nice, guys!" Mr. Shue claps as the New Directions finish the song. "I know it was a tough day and I'm proud of you all. Go home and rest, see you guys tomorrow."

They are all trudge out the auditorium, Blaine staying behind to not let Santana scream at Rachel in Spanish for some bicker earlier that day, Quinn and Brit wait with them.

Blaine's eyes catch something on one of the chairs from the auditorium. When he picks it up, he realizes it's a scarf. A Mar Jacobs scarf. Kurt's scarf.

Kurt left a few minutes ago, but he stayed behind to calm Santana down and not let her scream at Rachel in Spanish at the parking lot while Quin and Brit patiently waited for them.

Blaine carefully folds the scarf, runs to Mr. Shue's office and writes a note before running to make to Cheerios practice in time.

As he is finally leaving school for the day with Quinn, Santana and Brittany heading to much needed milk-shakes, he says, "Wait, I have to do something."

He proceeds to quickly write a note and fit it into Kurt's locker before heading out with his friends.

I saw you forget your Marc Jacobs scarf in the choir room. Don't worry, left it on Mr. Shue's desk with a note saying 'Property of Kurt Hummel'. –B.

Kurt can barely believe it when Mr. Shue comes to him with his scarf and a note the next day, a knowing grin on his face.

"Okay, Blaine," Santana pointedly looks at him, "You have to be more certain. What if Kurt meets someone? If he's stupid – which we know he isn't –"

"He's a unicorn," Brit stage whispers.

"Yes, Brit-Brit. Kurt already knows who's been sending him notes."

"But if you don't act and he meets someone he likes, will you be happy?" Quinn asks.

Blaine thinks for a second. A guy like Kurt could have anyone with his killing looks, amazing fashion sense and quick remarks. Anyone. Anywhere.

Blaine need to do something.

As Kurt opens his locker – if he does that as often as he could now it is just his imagination – and finds I don't think I can stay away from you for much longer. –B, his heart somersaults.

"Alright, alright," Mr. Shue smiles broadly as he walks into the choir room. "Who's ready to know who will be our lead singers for Nationals?" he claps his hands as the Glee club hovers and whoops.

"We all know I will be singing at least one song, because of my terrific preparation and very theatrical voice."

Some groans are heard around the room.

"You will be singing, Rachel, that's true, be in a duet," Mr. Shue says. She opens her mouth to protest, but he's quicker. "All of our songs will be duets," he informs. "Rachel and Finn will be singing one, Santana, Mercedes and Brittany will lead the second and for last but not least important..." he actually makes a dramatic pause, "Kurt and Blaine will lead our performance's closure."

I can't wait to sing that duet with you at Nationals. –B. is found in Kurt locker the next morning.

"Does this mean the end of those?"

Blaine looks up from his place in choir room, sitting next to the window on the floor, to the voice. He closes the pocket watch in his hand and fits it into his messenger bag as he localizes Kurt standing next to the piano, a note in hands. The note.

"You found me," Blaine smiles.

"Oh, I've known it was you for quite some time now," Kurt says. He comes to sit next to Blaine. "But I thought it was a joke for some time," he ducks his head. "Then I didn't feel like you wanted me to know yet."

Blaine chuckles.

"I wanted to woo you before I asked you out."

"Why?" The confusion in Kurt's voice is strong and makes Blaine turn his eyes back to him. "Why would you do that?" The taller boy's expression indicates he doesn't understand why Blaine would do anything for him; why anyone would do anything for him. His heart hurts a bit at the thought.

Blaine slowly - as if Kurt wants, he can stop the action – reaches out and takes Kurt's hands in his.

"You're so important, Kurt. You deserve so much more. You deserve the world. And I'd be so happy be the one to give you that."

Kurt can't speak and Blaine keeps talking.

"Kurt, there is a moment that you say to yourself, 'Oh. There you are. I've been looking for you forever. Watching you do 'Blackbird' this week was a moment for me... about you. You move me, Kurt. And this duet will be the perfect excuse to spend more time with you."

Kurt's eyes are fixed on Blaine, whose gaze shifts from Kurt to their hands. He sees the moment those amber orbs flicker to his lips and he hopes his guess about what will follow is right.

Then Blaine leisurely half-rises from the ground and leans in and fits his mouth to Kurt's in the gentlest of manners, they both fluttering their eyes closed at the same time. The shorter boy's hand comes up almost immediately to cradle Kurt's face.

Kurt inhales sharply; he can't believe this is actually real. He's had a crush on this boy since forever and now they are kissing. Kissing. His hand twitches open before the other comes up to rest against Blaine's cheek.

Blaine pulls apart with a soft smack. He sits back on the floor and faces the taller boy. Then he remembers to take his hand off Kurt too, hoping to give Kurt some choice if he's maybe paralyzed from disgust or annoyance and wants to dart away. Blaine can feel his own heart racing in his chest, thumping loudly in his ears and wonders if Kurt can hear it too.

Kurt's own racing heart is taking almost all of his hearing. If his face weren't so numb, he would be smiling.

Blaine suddenly chuckles and the taller boy comes out of his stupor to grin widely. Blaine's hand fumbles around his face, nervousness showing underneath happiness. Kurt didn't run away screaming. Progress! "We should – we should practice," he mumbles, his smile so big.

Kurt huffs out a laugh, "I thought we were."

And both boys surge forward to crash their mouths once again.

Blaine then remembers something and pulls back. Kurt quirks his eyebrows up in a silent question and see's the shorter boy smirking.

"Oh. That was so not the last note," Blaine says before letting Kurt close the distance between them once more.