Okay. Quick rant time. My sister is eight years old. She has some sort of anger issues. My phone likes to delete my writing. This makes me pretty angry myself, and then I don't get any writing done at all, besides a frustrated diary entry. There may or may not be a chapter the day after tomorrow.

I also feel the need to note that Beth is not the eight year old sister. She is ten.

Prompt from Beth (my sister): Have Rachel tell Blaine Kurt likes him and then Blaine can freak and go to Kurt's house and they can...uh, yeah you can make up the rest of the story.

Blaine idly hummed Don't You Want Me to himself as he waited outside Rachel's house. He personally wasn't too excited for their date, but he figured now was the best time to find himself and who he was. Even if he had thought he'd liked Kurt, and maybe the feelings were mutual, but they were crushed now.

Rachel flounced out her front door, wearing what Blaine was sure came from a children's clothing store.

"To the bowling alley we go!" She chirped in a rather overexcited manner.

The date commenced in what Blaine assumed was a normal manner, since he'd never actually been on one. However, he was growing increasingly bored. All Rachel could talk about was New York and Glee, which was strange, considering what had gone on with Jesse the year before.

"And then I thought about college in Florida-"

"Wait, what?"

"Just trying to see if you were paying attention. Guess not." Rachel said glumly. The two sat in an awkward silence for a moment, simply listening to the crash of bowling pins.

"He likes you, you know." Rachel said quietly.

"Who?" Blaine asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Kurt. He never stops talking about you." Blaine scoffed at that.

"As if. We're just friends and that's the way it's going to stay."

Exasperated, Rachel dug her phone out of her oversized purse, pulling up a conversation with Kurt. She passed it across the table and watched Blaine eye it nervously.

"Read it." She ordered.

Blaine picked it up hesitantly before flicking through.

'He has the prettiest eyes I've ever seen. I could stare at them for hours.'

'Even though he uses too much gel, his hair is perfect too.'

'Describe him in one word? Dapper.'

'Please, as if he likes me back. Haven't you ever heard of unrequited love?'

Blaine sucked in a breath. He wasn't sure if it was embarrassment (he had a similar conversation with Jeff) or excitement. Or perhaps he was just flattered.

"I- I have to go." He choked out, pushing Rachel's phone back at her.

8:54 pm probably wasn't a conventional time to reveal your feelings to someone.

Blaine climbed up and over the Hummels' backyard fence and leapt in to the tree. He climbed up to the closet branch to Kurt's bedroom and knocked gently on the window. The older boy's head jerked up from where he seemed to be studying something on his bed.

"What are you doing here?" Kurt hissed as he pulled the window open.

"I have to tell you some-"

"You lost the privilege of talking to me a few days ago. Go away, Blaine."

Rather than doing as Kurt asked, Blaine swung through the window and in to his former friend's room.

"Do you want me to call my dad up here?" Kurt threatened.

"I'm kind of in love with you." Blaine blurted suddenly. Kurt blinked in surprise. That had certainly been unexpected. He wasn't even sure what to say.

They stood in an awkward silence for what felt like hours before Kurt finally replied.

"I'm kind of in love with you too."

There was another moment of silence before Kurt took a step forward. Hesitantly, he leaned in, and was relieved when Blaine did the same. Their lips met, and the two didn't do much else, just letting their lips rest against each other.

Kurt ended up being the one to pull them apart.

"That should have happened ages ago." Blaine hummed in agreement and pressed his lips to Kurt's once more.

This time, he let himself savor the way Kurt's lips felt- soft, smooth, and not that he could explain it, but he could feel just how pink and perfect they were too.

Blaine vaguely wondered what his own lips felt like, but then Kurt was pulling away.

"Boyfriends?" He asked hopefully. Kurt grinned and kissed Blaine again, in a way that was no different but felt more passionate as well.

"Boyfriends. Definitely boyfriends," He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face, teeth and all. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to be able to say that."

Blaine quirked an eyebrow.

"Well, the texts I read from Rachel were about-"

"Wait, what?" Kurt's eyes widened. "You weren't supposed to see those!"

With a small, shy smile, Blaine pulled out his own phone and handed it to Kurt, conversation with Jeff open.

'I can't even begin to describe his eyes. They're blue and then green and gray and they're more beautiful than the ocean'

'I bet Kurt's lips taste like cotton candy'

'Very funny, Jeff. The last time anybody had a crush on me it was you. There is no way Kurt likes me'

"How much money are you willing to bet my lips taste like cotton candy then?" Kurt teased, passing the phone back to his boyfriend.

"Seven kisses." Blaine answered seriously. A wide and mischievous smile made it's way on to Kurt's face, and before Blaine could comprehend anything, lips were against lips once again, and oh, Kurt did taste like cotton candy.

There were a lot more than seven kisses after that.

Could more of you guys send prompts? I've only has two prompters (thank you guys, though) and I'd get more writing done if I actually had prompts.