So this chapter is just fluff and cutey-pie Klaine.
Sorry for updating so slow (I do that). Mid-term exams, you know.
"I'm in love with you!"
Kurt's mouth dropped, regardless of the thoughts he was having two seconds ago.
"And I know that you've got something going with Zayne, and I didn't want to – "
"Something? With Zayne? Really?" It was Kurt's turn to laugh at Blaine's assumption. "Oh, Blaine. There is absolutely nothing romantic going on between Zayne and I. Yesterday, I wasn't going to let him kiss me! I can't do that."
"Why? You're perfectly capable, and you have the right – "
"No, I don't. I don't have the right to just kiss somebody when I know I'd be thinking of someone else." Kurt felt a blush come creeping up his face; he was so close to just exploding, and admitting his fanatical feelings for Blaine.
"What do you mean?" Blaine asked timidly, clutching the quilt closer to his chest, his own eagerness bubbling up.
"Isn't it so painfully obvious? Blaine...I'm just, like, crazy in love with you."
It all fell silent for a few moments.
Blaine liked Kurt.
Kurt liked Blaine.
And now they both knew.
"Jeez, we're so dense," Blaine mumbled, his fingers twisting the blanket in his hand like it was the only thing that was keeping him here.
Kurt chuckled awkwardly. He drew little patterns on his slacks – they might have been hearts, but that's not the point! – as if he couldn't look Blaine in the eye. There should have been fireworks, and that slow music that signalled a kiss and cuddly, sappy heartyheart romantic words and declarations. But there wasn't. This was just them; two boys who'd confessed their undying love on one's bed in a dorm room.
But Kurt's hand was physically pulled from his pants, and things were different.
"C'mere." Kurt kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his blazer, a small smile lighting his features. He crawled into Blaine's bed, and was pulled to his (boyfriend's?) side, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder, their hands clasped.
"Kurt," Blaine breathed into his temple. "What does this make us?"
"If you mean 'are we dating?' then no. We're not."
"Oh..."
"Not until you take me on a date." What? He might as well. Blaine smiled hugely, hugging Kurt to him.
"I'll be sure to make it super romantic and everything."
They snuggled for a little while longer, before deciding to actually return to school. Kurt patiently waited on Blaine's bed as he changed into his uniform and groomed himself. They waited until the first break was over, just talking quietly, making plans, before resurfacing from Blaine's dorm in time for second period.
They stood closer together than usual, their hands loosely intertwined as they strolled, and the knowing looks that were thrown at had Kurt blushing to his hairline. A jolt of electricity buzzed through Kurt's body as Blaine kissed his cheek outside of his classroom door, smiling a little.
"Don't wear so much gel all the time," was the choice of words that spewed embarrassingly from Kurt's mouth. He'd been staring up at his hair that had, sadly, been confined again in the traps of his gel.
"Don't count on it," Blaine replied, lightly pushing Kurt through the door, leaving him in a blushing mess.
Late Saturday afternoon, Kurt stood before his mirror, fiddling with the outfit he'd planned the night before and spraying his hair.
He took a deep, trembling breath and gave himself one last dab of cologne before hurrying out of his room and down the stairs of his new home, snatching the house keys on the way.
'Whoa, Kurt, what's this?" his father said. "Got a date?"
Kurt sighed. "I told you as soon as I got home yesterday, Dad. I'm going on a date. With Blaine." Kurt resisted the tempting urge to flail and die inside. Blaine was taking Kurt on a date. A romantic date. Tonight. And he was going to be here any second.
Like, literally any second. Blaine had felt the need to text Kurt, informing him that he was just approaching the street. Kurt would have rolled his eyes if it weren't for that little x ending his message. He'd wanted to squeal.
Just as he was calming himself again, trying to remember what his father had just said, a knock reverberated through the hall near the door.
"How do I look?" he asked desperately, smoothing his coat down.
"You look absolutely fine, Kurt. Go have fun." Kurt groaned. He needed Carole. But she, oh so conveniently, had to escort Finn to something football related. Nevertheless, he shoved the keys and his wallet into his pocket, took a huge, shuddering breath and yanked the door open.
It was weird how shocked Kurt always was when he saw Blaine out of uniform, which expectedly, wasn't many times. He hoped there would be more chances to do so, because, hot damn, he had an attractive boyfriend (Cue the freaky mental-squealing).
Blaine was simply wearing a dark maroon cardigan over a plain white polo, which all looked brighter in contrast against his dark jeans. Nothing special. But everything amazing. Kurt had felt the hysterical need to jump Blaine's bones before, on many occasions, but now that he knew he could, it was electrifying, fresh, exciting and mindblowing.
But what Kurt noticed the very first was his hair. No gel. No gel. It fell in much neater curls atop his forehead, and Kurt desired even more just to run his hands through those dark locks of beauty.
Kurt smiled as he caught Blaine's expression that was also looked a little taken aback, like he actually thought Kurt looked good. Kurt thought... What if he actually did? What if he really did look nice right now? What if Blaine thought he was the sexiest thing on this earth?
Kurt felt so sure of everything that moment – sure of himself!– and in a bout of courage, took Blaine's face in his hands and kissed him on the cheek, his face visibly heating up. His arms wrapped around Blaine's neck (Ever so discreetly toying with the hair on the back of Blaine's head) and he could feel his neck, warm against his cheek. Was he blushing?
"Hi," Blaine chuckled, his arms tightening around Kurt's waist. Kurt smiled against his skin.
"Hello."
They cuddled for another minute, just revelling in the warmth and incredible new feelings, before Blaine tugged Kurt along with him down the driveway, their fingers interlocking perfectly; like a puzzle. He led them along to his car that, funnily, that wasn't some Ferrari or ridiculously expensive car.
"You attend Dalton easily, yet your car is almost the equivalent to my old Glee teacher's. Fascinating." It wasn't at all, really; Kurt just enjoyed teasing his boyfriend – or anyone, he supposed. The joke was useless, however, as Blaine questioned the condition of Mr. Schuester's vehicle.
They drove in silence, the radio playing quietly in the background, just keeping to themselves Kurt didn't know about Blaine, but his every thought revolved around him. Just him. He'd wanted to kiss Blaine so badly ever since, well, forever, and now that he could…he couldn't. It was frustrating, but nothing – nothing – could destroy his mood. He truly felt like the happiest person alive.
Kurt wasn't even aware that the car had stopped before prestigious looking restaurant before Blaine stood before him, opening the door and grasping his hand again.
"After you," Blaine declared graciously, opening the door for Kurt as they entered.
They sat down in a booth at the back of the restaurant, for unfortunate reasons, and chatted idly, giggling and blushing at little things. Kurt found it odd the way Blaine chose to sit beside him, instead of across the table. Though he certainly wasn't bothered by the extra warmth that emitted from Blaine's arm to his.
They both ordered their meals – all on Blaine's part, of course – and sipped leisurely from glasses, sneaking little appreciative glances over the rim at one another. Kurt had always loved the romantic side of relationships. He breathed it; desired it. And sitting here with Blaine, cuddled in a gorgeous restaurant on this chilly night, their fingers battling distractedly under the table and his boyfriend's eyes glues adoringly to Kurt (Cue the grkjhfjkghjktg), he was getting his fix, and then some. No more romcoms and chocolate to substitute his nonexistent dating life.
Kurt couldn't stop his lips from turning up as they dined. He was just so happy. Nothing else. No worries, not a care in the world! They just laughed joyfully as they ate, talking and flirting for an immeasurable amount of time. What was time to them anyway? They had all of it.
Dessert came around, and the boys daringly decided to share a sundae. As Blaine spooned a bit of ice-cream into Kurt's mouth, he asked, "How am I doing with the whole romantic thing?"
Despite Kurt's deep blush, he took his own spoon, feeding the treat past Blaine's lips, wondering what they would feel like on his.
"Absolutely perfect. I'm wooed!" Kurt cleared his throat as he caught a small drop of chocolate on Blaine's lower lip. He controlled the hugely alluring urge to throw himself at those lips and kiss him senseless – lest it was creepy – and merely reached out with his free hand, running a finger over Blaine's mouth, catching the chocolate on his finger. He caught Blaine's cheeks redden, and leaned in for a kiss.
"Are you all done here?" The waitress had bounced up to their table.
"Yes, we are," Blaine replied, almost breathlessly, extracting a small bundle of cash from his wallet. He quickly ushered Kurt from the restaurant, graciously holding his arm as they approached his car.
Quiet tunes played in the background and none of the boys said anything. So Kurt was startled when he felt Blaine's hand grasp his. His head shot up to look at Blaine whose eyes were still glued to the dim roads ahead.
Kurt's gut churned as they arrived back at his home. They hung around the front door, goodbyes lingering in the air.
"So...did that qualify for a decent first date?" Blaine asked, still holding one of Kurt's hands.
"And more," he whispered, his voice failing him.
"So, will you be my boyfriend?" Kurt smiled slightly, hardly believing he was hearing all of this.
"Y-yes, of course!" In a great show of the courageousness Blaine had been teaching Kurt, he wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, their eyes interlocking.
"Well, as a first duty of being the boyfriend...can I?" He leaned in toward Kurt more, blushing to his hairline. But it probably looked mediocre in comparison to Kurt's tomato-red hue. He nodded slowly and tried to regain control of his breathing. His first real kiss was going to be perfect.
Kurt's eyes fluttered to a close as he felt pressure on his waist (presumably Blaine's hands) and Blaine's breath prickling his lips, before they finally pressed together. Fireworks and all kinds of colourful explosions initiated inside Kurt's head. He was singing at the top of his lungs in there; screaming, dancing, flailing. Kurt Hummel's mouth was touching Blaine Anderson's mouth.
His arms tightened ferociously around Blaine, and they kissed deeper this time, pulling back slightly to catch their breath.
"This is perfect," Kurt breathed, playing again with the ringlets that fell from the back of Blaine's neck.
Blaine leaned in for another kiss, and the fireworks lessened as a smug buzzed swam through his blood. However, his heart still thrived to disagree; it was beating itself into oblivion. All of his hard work tumbled down soon, though.
Everything intensified again as Kurt felt a trace of Blaine's tongue sweeping across his bottom lip, leaving behind a shimmery trail. He gasped, and Blaine did it again, tentatively asking for entrance. With another breathy sigh, Kurt opened his mouth a little, and suddenly felt Blaine's tongue on his. It was warm and wet and just the hottest thing Kurt had ever experienced in his young life! His hands cupped his boyfriend's neck and he pulled them closer, impossibly so, his own tongue beginning to roam. It pressed against Blaine's again and Blaine moaned softly. It was barely audible, but it was enough to cause a small stirring in Kurt's pants. He broke off from the heated kiss, breathing heavily, and carefully angled his hips from Blaine's.
"You're so amazing," Blaine whispered dazedly, enclosing Kurt in a long embrace.
"I should probably go..." Kurt mumbled into his shoulder, trying to save this moment in his memory for eternity.
It took a little while, but Blaine finally gave Kurt a last kiss, reluctantly leaving.
"How was your date? His father asked, as he rounded the corner of the hall. Kurt knew he'd probably been standing there for a little while, but he couldn't bring himself to be irritated about it. The hugest, goofiest smile was plastered onto his face, and he flounced toward the staircase, barely giving his father time to talk.
"It was wonderful!" he sang, before disappearing up to the second floor and into his room. Kurt flopped onto his bed and squealed, running slow ingers across his lips that were still a little wet. With Blaine's saliva. Blaine's.
His pocket vibrated, and he took it out to reveal a message.
From: Blaine
I miss you already. I hope you had a nice time tonight. x
Kurt giggled like a school girl on crack, and began to type back instantly.
To: Blaine
I had a magnificent time. I thought you said you weren't romantic?
From: Blaine
Guess I had to stop trying so hard. Not that it was easy. You're stubborn; it's hard to woo you. x
To: Blaine
I'm wooed. Very much so.
They texted back and forth for a little while, before retiring for the night, and going to bed. Kurt had plucked up the courage to send a little xo that Blaine had replied to, humorously, with about 20 times more. Kurt didn't know if he would sleep tonight if Blaine kept being so endearing.
He showered happily – almost too happily – and after his flailing thoughts slowed down, he fell to sleep with images of Blaine in his head and the feel of their lips locked between the others as they kissed.
So is there anything you'd like to see happening?
Because I'm a little lost. And you guys probably have better ideas than I do.