This episode took a bit longer to get out than I had planned, partially because I had some life happen this week and partially because it wrote itself concurrently with the next episode. Because of that, this episode is Finals Week and the next episode will be Winter Formal. Thank you for reading!

The names of the songs used in this episode are in the footnotes in case you want to listen along.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the songs used.

"Hey, Kurt, wait up!"

Kurt could hear footsteps rushing up behind him as he and the Warblers made their way into Trinity Hall. He spun around to see Cameron running towards him. Oh shit! Kurt thought to himself. He hadn't even considered that Cameron was very likely part of the large audience that had gathered to watch their performance. And he didn't want to talk to Cameron right now. He wanted to go inside with his friends and trade smiles and longing looks with Blaine.

"Oh, hey Cameron," he said trying to sound appropriately interested.

"Hey," Cameron said, taking the smallest moment to catch his breath. "That was some performance. You are an amazing singer!"

"Thank you," Kurt replied, a gracious smile creeping across his face.

"Is that something you guys are working on for one of your competitions?"

"No, we were just messing around." Kurt was taken aback by Cameron's interest. Yes, the Warblers were like the rock stars of Dalton, but he didn't think that meant that anyone knew or cared about their performances outside the school.

"Well, if that was messing around, it is no wonder that you guys won your last competition," Cameron admired.

"Tied actually," Kurt said coolly crossing his arms in front of his chest, anxious to get back to his friends.

Cameron sensed his tone and cut to the chase. "I was wondering if you wanted to get together on Tuesday to study for the Chemistry final."

Kurt tried to hide his shock and hesitation, working to keep a pleasant look on his face. Stop freaking out, this makes perfect sense. We are lab partners. We are going on a date next weekend. There is absolutely nothing strange about this request and I have no good reason to say "no."

"Sure."

"Great! I'll come by around 4. Then when we get hungry we can go to dinner and talk about our plans for Winter Formal."

"Okay." Great, now we are not only studying together, we are going to dinner as well. And, did he just say plans?

Cameron seemed to be waiting expectantly. Kurt wasn't sure why.

"I'm in 207," he blurted out without thinking. A wide smile grew across Cameron's face, a twinkle in his eye.

"I know," Cameron said cheekily, flashing Kurt his award winning smile before he turned to walk down the path.

Wait, did I just ask Cameron to study in my room? Cameron knows what room I live in? Kurt's head was swimming in disbelief. He readjusted his bag on his shoulder, straightening himself and shaking his head slightly in confusion as he turned toward Trinity Hall.

Blaine met him in the foyer as he entered.

"There you are," Blaine said lovingly as he approached. "You were right behind me and when I turned around you were gone."

"Sorry, Cameron caught me outside," Kurt offered, still trying to wrap his brain around their exchange. Blaine took a small shot to the heart at his words.

"Oh, what did he want?" Blaine asked, sounding more interested than he should.

"He asked me if I wanted to work on our Chemistry together," Kurt replied, not realizing his choice of words.

Blaine felt small tear forming in his barely reassembled heart. Work on their chemistry together? Blaine heard his brain shout. I bet Cameron wants to work on their chemistry together!

Watching the reaction in Blaine's eyes, Kurt realized what he had said.

"I mean, we are getting together to study for our Chemistry final," Kurt stated flatly, slightly dismissive, trying to make it sound like it wasn't a big deal.

Okay, Blaine get a hold of yourself. They are lab partners after all. It makes perfect sense that they would get together to study. As nice as everything was tonight, Kurt doesn't belong to me. Not yet anyway.

"Of course, that makes sense." Blaine lowered his eyes, trying to hide his jealousy.

"Come on," Kurt said taking Blaine's hand, "you can walk me to my room."

As they reached Kurt's door, hands still intertwined, walking shoulder to shoulder, a question poured itself out of Blaine's mouth and into the air.

"So, you're still going to go with Cameron to Winter Formal?"

Catching Kurt off guard, he was suddenly filled with a mix of hope and panic. Blaine seemed to be implying that something had changed between them that would alter whether Kurt would still want to go on a date with another boy. But, he wanted to hear Blaine say it.

"I was planning on it," the younger boy replied timidly, trying not to hide the obvious question in his tone. Unless you would like to give me a better offer?

Looking into Blaine's eyes, Kurt saw him retreat, the windows and doors to his emotions slamming shut. He all of a sudden looked hardened, and fake.

"Good night," Blaine said as he leaned forward and gave Kurt the most formal of hugs, the kind you give the uncle you despise but can't get out of hugging. Blaine turned quickly and marched off, leaving Kurt in a stunned silence.

The next morning Wes, David, and Thad called an early meeting of the Warblers in the Trinity common room to announce their song and soloist choice. Everyone was excited about the song and no one was surprised by the soloist. Except Kurt and Blaine who thought in unison, You have got to be kidding me.

"Since we are not allowed to have formal rehearsals during final week, we will be working hard to get our number choreographed this weekend and then we will be holding practices for an hour or so in the evenings next week here in the common room." The Warblers nodded in agreement or acceptance, and Wes added, "That is all," cuing them to disperse.

"Coffee?" Blaine said looking at his two older friends.

Sensing that Blaine had ulterior motives, Wes and Blaine replied in unison, "Sure."

Blaine settled himself in Wes's desk chair as his friends found spots on their respective beds. The conversation while walking to the cafeteria and back had revolved around their upcoming performance and which finals they were going to be their hardest. But as soon as they were back in the privacy of the dorm room, Blaine quickly changed the subject.

"Kurt's still going to the dance with Cameron."

"Oh, so that is what this is all about?" David said, a sly smile on his face and relief in his voice.

"Yes, that is what this is all about," Blaine replied sarcastically, shooting daggers at his friend.

"Sorry, but you don't usually buy us coffee unless there is some kind of issue you need help with," Wes stated truthfully.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Okay, well help me then."

"What do you want us to say?" Wes asked.

"What am I supposed to do?"

The two older boys chuckled, taking wry pleasure in seeing Blaine unhinged and desperate.

"Dude, what happened the other night?" David scoffed.

"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" Blaine exclaimed.

"Because, we need to know how serious things got between you guys before we can offer advice," Wes retorted.

Blaine thought for a moment, trying to figure out how much of his night with Kurt he wanted to reveal, and how to appropriately put it in to words.

"He came to my room and we just… sat together."

"You expect us to believe that you spent all night alone in your room together and nothing happened?" Wes questioned indignantly.

Blaine felt his face start to flush, suddenly thinking that maybe he had blown that night out of proportion. His friends getting sneaky grins on their faces.

"Did you fuck?"

"No!" Blaine yelled, mortified.

"Did you make out?"

"No."

"Did you swap spit?"

"No."

"Did you tell him you love him?"

"No." Each answer becoming weaker.

"Did he tell you he loves you?"

"No."

"Did you tell him you want to go to the dance with him?"

"No." Blaine felt overwhelmed by the barrage of questions.

"Blaine, Blaine, Blaine," Wes began with a softened tone, shaking his head. "He's going with Cameron because he doesn't know he has another option. You haven't told him anything. Kurt's a good guy and he agreed to go with Cameron, so he is being true to his word."

Blaine nodded, thoughts of their night together and the way he felt when Kurt sang to him rushing through his head.

"But the song…" he trailed off.

"Oh yeah, he is hopelessly in love with you," David smiled at his friend. "That is clear as day, but he's not sure you feel the same way."

"So what do I do?" Blaine stammered confused and defeated.

"You are probably not going to like it, but here is my advice," Wes said, looking into Blaine's eyes. "Just try to get through finals week and wait until after the dance before you do anything."

Blaine's shocked expression crept across his face as he turned to his other friend, hoping to find more sanity.

"I agree," David offered reluctantly. "If you confess now you put him in a really awkward position of having to decide between the two of you. Assuming that he picks you, and I am sure that he would," David smiled at his friend reassuringly, "then he somehow has to get out of going with Cameron a week before the dance. And it's not like he can say that he can't go, he has to be there because we are performing."

Blaine was starting to see the logic in his friends' words, as much as he hated them for it.

"Just keep him close so he doesn't get the wrong idea and accept another date with Cameron," Wes offered. "And for heaven sakes get yourself a date so that you aren't fawning over him too much."

"How does getting myself a date help to keep him close?" Blaine puzzled.

"Ask a friend to go with you. Having a good time will alleviate some of the pressure of you watching him all night. Plus, it will give you the bonus of making him insanely jealous and wanting you all the more," Wes sneered.

"Yeah, you don't want to be that pathetic sack in the corner pining over someone else's date," David said in a been-there-done-that way.

"I guess that makes sense," Blaine said quizzically in a way that said he wasn't quite sure that it did.

"Also, figure out what want to say to him so that when the opportunity presents itself you are ready," David added helpfully.

Like I can think about anything else.

Warbler practice. Merciless flirting. Gregarious touching. Unnecessary eye lingering. Blaine was on his game leaving Kurt hot to the touch, the tension between them obvious. Kurt hungrily absorbed all of Blaine's attentions, as incredibly frustrated as it made him. Something had definitely shifted between them. Kurt's heart was telling him that there was a light at the end of the tunnel. He just needed to hurry up and wait.

The community room was empty. Everyone was busy studying, but Jeff couldn't concentrate. He had been mulling over his US History text since Warbler practice that morning and he needed a break. He sat at the piano, sweeping his blonde hair to the side out of his eyes. He began to play slowly and skillfully, his voice echoing in the hollow room.

What day is it and in what month
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time

Cause it's you and me and all other people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you

All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You've got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here

Cause it's you and me and all other people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you

There's something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything he does is beautiful
Everything he does is right

Quiet applause broke his trance and he stood to find his hazel eyes met with another hazel gaze.

"Very nice," Blaine offered as he crossed the room, leaning against the piano.

Jeff nodded as he returned to his seat on the piano bench, looking at the piano keys, "It's something I am working on."

"Well, it sounds great! Different than the other songs I have heard you sing. It suits your voice well."

"Thank you," Jeff replied timidly. There was a moment of silence before Blaine continued.

"I haven't gotten a chance to thank you personally for what you did for Kurt the other night."

"Oh, it was nothing, really. Right place, right time is all."

"You really saved him and he appreciates it. And I do as well," Blaine knew full and well that if Jeff had not found Kurt when he did, Kurt would have suffered disciplinary action and it would have been Blaine's fault.

There was a bit of strangeness hanging between them and Blaine wasn't sure what to make of it. Jeff was often shy, but usually they didn't have trouble carrying a conversation.

"So, are you looking forward to formal?" Blaine asked.

"I guess. We had so much fun last year. Our number is going to be great. But, mostly I will just be glad to have survived finals. You?" Jeff asked, finally looking up from the piano keys.

"I will definitely be relieved when finals are over. And I am looking forward to our performance as well," Blaine trailed off for a moment. "It's just not..."

"…turning out the way you imagined," Jeff finished his sentence before he could catch himself.

"Yeah," Blaine said, a little startled that Jeff had known exactly what he was going to say. "It's really different than last year."

Jeff knew exactly what his friend meant. Winter Formal the previous year had been one of the best nights of Blaine's life. He had been asked to Winter Formal by Mark Winchester, Mr. Warbler himself. Blaine had only been at Dalton for a few days when he caught Mark's eye. Being only a Sophomore and new to the school, having an interest taken in him by the Senior head Warbler was quite flattering. Mark thought that everything about Blaine was precious and he was stung by the young boy's intense talent. He wanted to help him become the Warbler's future star and he wanted to have Blaine on his arm. Blaine was rather star struck with Mark, but not in love. Mark had asked Blaine to Winter Formal over lunch one day as they sat next to each other at the Warblers' table in the cafeteria. Everyone was starting to discuss the plans for the event and the Warblers performance when Mark leaned over and whispered in Blaine's ear, "You know that you are going with me, right?" To which Blaine had smiled broadly and nodded. Their relationship was flirty, cordial, and fun, but lacked any serious emotional depth. They had gone on dates, held hands, and shared some chaste kisses, but there had never been any need (or seeming desire) to go any further than that. Blaine and Mark both knew very well that come May Mark would graduate and head to Princeton, so there wasn't time to get serious without getting seriously hurt. They parted ways cordially right before Prom, agreeing not to make more out of their relationship than it was. Mark had taken his best friend from childhood (who happened to be a girl) as his date.

This year, however, Blaine was filled with regret at not having been able to do for Kurt what Mark had done for him. He was sad that he was going to have to watch the boy he truly loved spend the night on someone else's arm. Jeff could sense where Blaine's thoughts were leading him as he watched the emotions change the brunette's face.

"I just wish that I had asked, uh, someone to the dance," Blaine confessed, both of them knowing that what he really meant was I wish that I had asked Kurt to the dance.

"Yeah, me too," Jeff returned, looking Blaine square in the eye, a disappointed look on his face.

Blaine missed the look completely. He started to get lost in the mire of pining away for Kurt when he heard Wes's voice in his head, For heaven sakes get yourself a date. Ask a friend to go with you. A shock of realization hit him as he processed Jeff's words and he quickly focused the heavy glare of his hazel eyes on Jeff's, brightening.

"Hey, I know it's the eleventh hour and all, but what do you say we go together?"

Blaine's question caught Jeff off guard, his head spinning a bit at the complete turnaround in Blaine's demeanor.

He tried to get his brain to form words, "Sure, I would like that."

"Great!" Blaine smiled proudly. Now he also had a date for Winter Formal.

He asked Jeff to Winter Formal! What the hell? Kurt had his bitch face on as he nearly ran from the cafeteria back to his dorm room. His emotions ran wildly from shock to confusion to hurt and back to anger. His jaw had literally and embarrassingly dropped the moment Nick had said something about Blaine and Jeff. Kurt's eyes were wide, he couldn't believe his ears. The look on Nick's face said that he realized this was news to Kurt and he wished to be out of the conversation as quickly as possible before he gave away any more information. Kurt had managed to contain himself enough to find out who had asked who and then conveniently made an excuse to exit the conversation.

Blaine and Jeff were Kurt's best friends, why hadn't they told him themselves? Surely one or the other of them could have had the decency to let him know so that he didn't have to find out through the grapevine. He felt betrayed and hurt. He really thought that he and Blaine were making some progress, but now the lingering doubt was starting to creep back in. The way Blaine looked at him, the way he sang to him, the way he touched him, they way he left him wanting more. Blaine was a good actor, but he couldn't possibly be that good, could he? And if it was just acting, why didn't he act that way around anyone else? Why is he making me have to go back to questioning all of this again? If Blaine wasn't interested in him romantically, why would he close up and get upset about Kurt going to the dance with Cameron? Kurt decided that there had to be more to it than that. At least he was pretty sure.

Besides Kurt was pissed. He had accepted a date with Cameron when he thought that Blaine wasn't interested in him as more than a friend, but Blaine knew how Kurt felt (or at least he thought that he had made it quite obvious) and he still asked Jeff. Then Kurt thought of something he hadn't before, maybe Blaine likes Jeff. Maybe Blaine was so upset last week because he wanted to ask Jeff to the dance and couldn't find the courage to do it. And all I did was come and comfort him and help him find the courage that he needed. But that still didn't explain why Blaine would care if he went to the dance with Cameron or why he would be so aggressive in his flirting, unless he is using me as practice?

Then there were his feelings about Jeff, who was also one of his closest friends. Jeff knew how Kurt felt about Blaine, he had heard what Kurt was singing that night in the common room. Why wouldn't he just tell me that Blaine had asked him to the dance? Clearly there was something going on here that Kurt didn't understand. And now his head was hurting and he needed to study. He couldn't think about this anymore.

Tuesday afternoon came in a flash. Between Warbler rehearsals and unending hours studying himself into a pulp the time had flown by. He had spent the past half hour tidying his dorm room, trying to make himself look presentable, but not too good (which was hard for Kurt). It was probably the first time that Cameron would be seeing him in something besides his Dalton uniform and Kurt had been stressing out about his outfit since Friday. Kurt was still fuming over what was going on with Blaine and Jeff, egged on by the fact that he had seen little of either of them over the past few days except at Warbler practice.

Patrick had been silently watching Kurt's antics a bit confused.

"I thought that you didn't like this guy?" Patrick questioned meekly not wanting to incur any of Kurt's wrath.

Kurt let out an exasperated breath as he adjusted his hair for the fifth time. "I like him just fine, he is just isn't the one for me."

"Then why are you going to all of the trouble?" Patrick further ventured, knowing full well that he was entering dangerous territory.

"I'm trying to figure out what I am supposed to do in this situation. I am trying not to make it more or less than what it is." Besides Blaine is going to the dance with Jeff now, so I am not sure exactly where I stand again.

He wanted to ask Patrick's opinion of his outfit, black and white chandelier printed dress shirt under a black v-neck sweater, and white jeans, but he knew that it would be pointless. Kurt was high fashion, Patrick was prep school. Kurt mulled over his outfit in the mirror again. If he had been dressing to impress he would have added embellishments, a broach or amazing scarf, and he would have worn his skinny jeans, but he was trying to look put together without looking fabulous.

"You look fine. Basic for you, but still nice," Patrick offered.

Kurt curtailed his desire to fly across the room and hug his roommate. This was an uncomfortable situation and he was sure that Patrick probably would have rather been anywhere else, but he had stayed to help Kurt out and the blue eyed boy was incredibly grateful.

So instead he went with a heartfelt "Thank you."

A firm knock on the door snapped Kurt back into reality, sending anxiety coursing through his body. He grabbed his messenger bag as he moved to answer the door.

Cameron looked striking in an argyle sweater and dark skinny jeans that hugged the curves of his muscular legs in all the right places. He had clearly gone out of his way to look great, his face cleanly shaven, his hair nicely coiffed. He was quite the picture of handsome. But, to Kurt it was all just eye candy. Yes, Cameron looked amazing, but Kurt didn't feel anything romantic for him. He wondered how many other people would have been in heaven to be in his position and he decided to make the most of it. Besides, if it made Blaine insanely jealous enough to actually confess what Kurt suspected was going on in his heart, all the better. Kurt was frustrated at the things were being left unsaid. He had taken the first step with his song and now he was going to wait for Blaine to step up and meet him. Kurt didn't want to play games anymore, but since it seemed that Blaine did, game on.

"Ready to study?" Cameron asked, a smile plastered on his face.

"Sure am," Kurt answered patting his bag at his side, "Let's head down to the study room, my roommate, Patrick," Kurt gestured to Patrick who looked up momentarily and raised a hand in greeting, "is studying in here and I don't want to disturb him."

"Okay," Cameron replied, a bit of confusion in his voice. He stepped back gesturing for Kurt to lead the way, enjoying the view as Kurt strutted past. Kurt could feel Cameron's eyes trained on him. It was pleasantly strange; he wasn't used to being ogled, at least not by anyone but Blaine.

They settled in at a small table in the corner of the study room. Only quiet whispers or silent studying was allowed in the study room, so Cameron and Kurt pulled their chairs close together, Kurt reaching his Chemistry text from his bag. They sat hovered together, their faces mere inches apart as they quizzed each other on chemical formulas and the periodic table, which they were going to have to reproduce from memory on the final.

"Number 47?" Kurt asked.

"Silver, Ag," Cameron confidently replied. "Really Kurt, you are going to have to make this harder." Kurt blushed slightly at Cameron's suggestive tone.

"Okay, 107?"

"Bohrium, Bh."

"Well, I would say you are ready," Kurt whispered, cuing a huge smile on Cameron's face.

"Your turn?" Cameron offered.

"Okay, but go easy on me, I don't remember this stuff as well as you do."

"2?"

"Helium, He." Kurt shot Cameron an incredulous look, "You don't have to patronize me."

"8?"

"Oxygen, O," Kurt let the letter hang on his lips a little as he shot a smoldering look at the hazel eyed boy sitting across the room pretending not to stare.

Blaine had been sitting watching this excruciating scene for far too long, but like watching a train wreck, he couldn't look away. The boy he loved was sitting far too close to boy that wasn't him. Smiling, heads together in a book. He had wanted to leave as soon as he entered the room and saw Kurt sitting with Cameron, but frankly he was too interested in seeing how Kurt was going to handle the situation to leave right then. As he attempted to concentrate on his Trigonometry book, he caught Kurt's eyes across the room, a devilish smile on the younger boy's face. It took a minute for Blaine to register what was happening. Nearly every time Cameron would look down or away Kurt's eyes would capture Blaine's with a come-hither stare. Blaine started raising his eyebrows suggestively or turning his head to the side with a flirty smile in return. When Cameron went digging in his bag for some more of his notes, Blaine had leaned back and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, exposing the bare skin just below his neck. Kurt felt himself gulp, heat spreading through his body, trying to regain his focus as Cameron asked him yet another Chemistry question.

But Kurt making an "oh" face at him had sent Blaine right over the edge. It was so suggestive and hot, Blaine wasn't really sure how he was going to force his body to stay planted in his seat. There was electricity that was making its way from Kurt to him. And he was suddenly aware that getting up wouldn't be a good idea right at that moment. So instead, he sat for a moment with his mouth slung open before he realized where he was and adjusted himself in his seat, his eyes returning to his text.

No sooner than Blaine finally got his pulse under control did he notice a bit of commotion in Kurt's direction. Kurt and Cameron were packing up their study materials. As they made their way out of the room and past Blaine, he could hear Cameron say, "Let's get some dinner." Blaine's heart sank for a moment. But his disappointment didn't last long because as Kurt passed by him, walking behind Cameron, he looked right at Blaine and whispered, "Mmmm, yummy!" suggestively licking his lips, before strutting toward the door.

Blaine was floored. Kurt was teasing him in the most delicious way and Blaine realized for the second time that evening he was going to need a few minutes before he could retreat to the comfort of his bedroom (or maybe a cold shower) and replay Kurt's "oh" face and lip licking over and over again.

Back in his room, tension released during what turned out to be a very hot, cold shower, Blaine sat on his bed. While the tension was gone, the abject frustration was not. He wanted Kurt. So bad. And Kurt had been such a freaking tease he knew that Kurt wanted it to. He reached for his guitar, feeling music flowing through him.

Remember that time,
When you wouldn't talk to me,
No, you wouldn't talk to me, all night.

Remember that song,
And all the words we'd sing.
Well here's a song I'd sing, alright.

Remember the way,
That you were way out of line,
And I was way out of time, for you.

And I got your number, right next to your name.
But it ain't no thing, no, it ain't enough.

So baby, come on, come on.

Oh don't you tell me no, 'cause there you go again
You're ten out of ten,
Sorry, did I just s-stutter?
Won't tell you what you know, but there you go again,
You were always my friend, but,
You were never my, you were never my lover.

But I, I know that you want it
Trying to get you on it,
Baby we could fuck the rights, turn around and wrong it.
Spare me your convictions, the promises you keep,
I've got a better proposition, and friction that you need.

Don't you tell me that, you don't want to.
Don't you tell me that, you don't want to.
Don't you tell me that, you don't want to.
Don't you tell me that, you don't want to.

Blaine fell backward onto his comforter, closing his eyes, frustration swirling in his stomach.

"Oh, I definitely want to," Kurt growled from the doorway, kicking the door closed behind him and closing the distance between them. He pulled Blaine from the bed, kissing him hard, as he gently removed the guitar between them, tossing it aside, his lips never leaving the older boy's.

The urgency was overwhelming, their hands grasping at hair and shirts. Their mouths were open hungrily, tongues seeking entrance into the other boy. Kurt dragged his hands down Blaine's back, placing them firmly on his ass, shoving their hips together. Blaine was stunned by the sensation, moaning softly into Kurt's mouth. Blaine's mind was completely blown. The moan encouraged the younger boy even more, causing him to break from Blaine's mouth and begin to trail stinging kisses along his jaw and down his neck to where his shirt had been opened. Nibbling and nipping at Blaine's skin, he began to further unbutton Blaine's shirt.

"Oh my god, Kurt!" Blaine managed, which just egged his lover on more.

Kurt stepped back for a moment to admire Blaine's perfect form before playfully shoving him onto the bed and landing on top of him. Blaine felt like he was all hands as Kurt took the dominant position, kissing him teasingly from neck to navel. Locking his eyes on Blaine's wide expression as he took his tongue and drew a circle around Blaine's belly button, eliciting another more guttural moan from the older boy.

"Mmmm, yummy," Kurt cooed, deep and low.

As Kurt began to thread the belt through its buckle, Blaine regained some of his facilities.

"No," he choked out at the sensation of Kurt's lips on the skin just above his waistband.

Kurt looked up, holding his position.

"This is too fast," Blaine managed, trying to restore his heart to a somewhat normal tempo.

Kurt kept a determined, fiery gaze fixed on Blaine's.

"What about Cameron and Jeff?" Oh god what am I saying?

"I'm not thinking about anyone but you," Kurt growled, popping open the button on Blaine's pants.

"Oh," Blaine replied, both an expression of understanding and pleasure.

"I just want to be with you," Kurt said adding emphasis as he reached for Blaine's zipper.

Blaine grabbed his hands, "I want to be with you too, but I don't want it to be a secret. I want to shout it from the rooftops. I want everyone to know."

"Trust me, everyone is going to know," Kurt suggestively teased as pushed himself up until he was kneeling between Blaine's legs on the bed, burning a hole in Blaine by the heat of his stare. Then in one fluid movement, he lifted his sweater over his head.

"Kurt we can't do this right now. We have to wait at least until after the dance." Why is that exactly?

Kurt was not dissuaded. Never leaving Blaine's gaze he started to unbutton his own shirt.

Blaine, acquiescing a little, a hint of sadness in his voice, "We have to pretend like none of this is happening." Shut up you idiot!

Kurt's voice was forceful as he opened his shirt and dropped it to the floor beside the bed. "I can't pretend this isn't happening."

Blaine closed his eyes tightly trying to keep his composure despite his shirtless lover hovering over him.

"It is happening, but only between you and me. No one else can find out. You know how much we would hurt our dates if they found out what we were doing behind their ba.." Kurt's mouth covered his, silencing him. The sensation of their bare chests lightly grazing each other, sending sparks through both of them.

"We're not cheating," Kurt said as he nipped at Blaine's ear, his hot breath causing Blaine to shiver slightly. Whispering in the older boy's ear as he playfully moved his hands up and down Blaine's torso, "We're not dating them. We don't belong to them. We agreed to go to the dance with them and that is it. We didn't promise them anything except to be their dates, so that is what we are going to do." Kurt's lips immediately found Blaine's neck as his hands reached Blaine's shoulder blades lifting them up slightly, causing his head to fall back.

Blaine had lost control of his speech, his thoughts just peeling themselves off of his brain and floating into thin air.

"I know. It's just … this feels so right and yet wrong." Kurt was making his way back toward Blaine's waistband.

Kurt stopped for a moment, making Blaine curse himself for his inability to stop talking. With a convicted look in his blue-green eyes that could have set ice on fire, "You and I will never be wrong together."

In one fluid motion he flicked open Blaine's zipper.

Blaine's eyes popped open in confusion. He could feel Kurt's kisses on his lips and pressure on his chest. But when he opened his eyes, Kurt wasn't there and his guitar was still resting on his chest where he had left it. He sat straight up, searching the room and when he found it empty, he realized he had fallen asleep.

Hope you enjoyed this episode! I would love to hear your thoughts.

In the next episode: Let's dance! (Finally!)

Songs:

You and Me - Lifehouse

Stutter – Darren Criss (I took the liberty of rearranging some of the lyrics in this song to fit the story. Hope it worked!)