Author's Note: Their first day back to school after their first kiss_ (2.16 missing piece - this includes an OC named Ben who is just a random student at Dalton with a crush on Kurt)

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The day before Regionals Blaine woke up before his alarm. Sunlight filtered in through a break in the window shades as he laid in his plush covers for a moment, smiling to himself. He got ready for school with a new skip in his step. He couldn't wait to see Kurt, to go on their first real date tonight and mostly, to kiss Kurt again. Blaine had never been so happy to greet a new day.

He spotted Kurt the second he turned into the Dalton Academy parking lot. For a fleeting moment, it was as though he were back in the common room, just about to approach his best friend. But he'd already opened that particular can of worms, so to speak, and now Blaine Anderson had a boyfriend, and not just any boyfriend but Kurt (see also: perfect) Hummel.

Kurt was laughing at the center of about half a dozen Dalton blazers, all of which hung open in the breeze. Blaine fell out of his car, his attention on Kurt as he gathered his things and moved across the immaculate lawn toward the group.

As Blaine approached, he watched Ben reach for Kurt's arm and tug, clearly trying to draw him away from the crowd. Blaine felt a surge of a familiar sensation he was only starting to fully understand. It occurred to Blaine that he had imagined punching Ben so many times now that he couldn't think of a new way to hit him, so he imagined kicking him instead.

Blaine had never understood why people seemed to think Ben was good looking. He was tall and angular but his attitude made him practically ugly. Plus the way he always pawed at Kurt gave Blaine a horrid feeling, apart from his own jealousy. Before Blaine had reached them Kurt yanked his arm away from Ben, almost forcefully, flashing his best bitch-face.

"I am never going to go out with you, Ben, so please just stop asking and keep your hands to yourself," Blaine heard Kurt say quietly, trying not to draw the attention of the group.

"Why not?" Ben demanded, his voice annoyingly pleading.

Kurt smiled, his head seemed to sway on his shoulders for a moment. Blaine caught the flutter of Kurt's eyelashes and the quiver on his lips when he spoke again, "I'm taken." He stated with a smile that made Blaine's chest feel heavy and contrarily, made Ben feel suddenly nauseous.

"Since when?" Ben's voice cracked and it surprised Blaine that he hadn't tried to hide the annoying squeak.

"Hey Babe," Blaine said, finally reaching Kurt's side and sliding his hand into Kurt's while ignoring Ben's presence as much as the rest. "Morning." He breathed, eyes on his hand as Kurt laced their fingers together.

"Good Morning Blaine, you look great," Kurt smiled his eyes twinkling in a way that made Blaine's stomach flip. "That color is perfect on you."

Blaine had chosen the red Dalton issue sweater vest this morning & because the sky was a perfect blue, the air a little warm he'd abandoned his blazer in his car.

"Thank you," Blaine replied, still slightly breathless. Kurt's blazer was laid across his bag on the picnic bench behind the group. The crisp white shirt fit him perfectly, hung from his broad shoulders and skimmed his slim chest and waist just right. His pants sat low on his hips, the shirt was tucked in and the red and blue stripped tie was slightly loose around his neck. Blaine was certain, as he had often thought, that Kurt was the most beautiful man he'd ever seen.

Kurt did not miss the way Blaine was eyeing him.

"Blaine, your shoelace is untied and I really want to kiss you again," Kurt whispered, leaning into Blaine so his hot breath tickled Blaine's ear.

"Hmm…" he pondered for a moment, smirking playfully, not even trying to hide the fact that he was looking at Kurt's mouth. "I'll take that kiss before I attend to anything else." Blaine was trying to be cute or sexy or something but he felt a bit foolish, he knew Kurt would hear the giggle in his throat.

Kurt however smiled that big eye-wrinkling smile, the one Blaine had first seen yesterday. His bright eyes meet Blaine's and it occurred to him that nothing in this world, not even the sky, was as blue as Kurt's eyes. Then Kurt's free hand was back in its rightful place on Blaine's jaw and they were moving into each other until Blaine felt Kurt's lips pressing against his own in an action so sweet it made Blaine's knees shake and his head feel like a helium balloon.

Quickly, as if unsure of his actions (which in truth, he was), Kurt pulled away and stumbled back a step. His hand fell from Blaine's face, his wide eyes full still with a kind of glowing shock that made Blaine's heart skip. He'd never seen Kurt so happy.

For one fleeting moment Blaine considered what that meant and how utterly happy he felt before he reached for Kurt's neck. Kurt was staring down at their linked hands as Blaine pulled his mouth back to his own, whispering. "I was not done kissing you," before their lips met again.

"Finally!" Nick's voice boomed across the grounds. Neither Blaine nor Kurt heard his gloating over the taste of each other, "PAY UP BITCHES." Around them boys were pulling out their wallets, handing Jeff and Nick wads of cash.

Then Nick was waving the little canister under Ben's nose, "Hundred bucks pretty boy! Pay up!"

However, Ben wasn't paying attention. He was watching Kurt melt into Blaine until it seemed that Blaine's mouth had been permanently attached to Kurt's face. This was in fact, a travesty. He didn't like this at all. Only when Nick conked him on the head with a rattling tin can did he force his eyes away from Kurt's mouth, attached to a mouth that most certainly wasn't his own to give Nick his best what face.

"Your broken heart won't get you out of our bet," Nick said quietly with laughter in his voice.

Ben shook himself in an attempt to return to an acceptable state of mind. He most certainly did not have a broken heart and he absolutely wasn't upset about this new development between Kurt and the musical dwarf.

"Kurt…" Blaine's voice squeaked splitting Ben's attention. Kurt was down on one knee in front of Blaine, proposal style, tying Blaine's loose shoelace.

"You started it," Kurt pointed out, his eyes on Blaine's so Ben could only imagine how blue they must be when Kurt's voice sounded like that.

"Hardly," Blaine whispered and Ben stopped listening.

Because, it only hurt as he removed that crisp perfect $100 bill from the pile in his wallet and unwillingly put it in that prat Jeff's stupid little tin can. He'd only agreed to the bet in the first place because he was certain he'd have had Kurt on his knees weeks ago, working that pretty little mouth around Ben's cock, preferably while the stupid Warblers council watched (and took notes, they could learn a thing or two). But Kurt had proven admirably resistant to Ben and it now appeared that Kurt had a serious midget fetish anyway.

Ben turned away from Nick and Jeff, reluctantly. Expecting to see the unfortunate eyesore of Blaine on Kurt's perfect mouth because neither was currently yelling at Nick for his stupid bet. Instead Kurt's head was on Blaine's shoulder, laughter rolling across his frame. Blaine's face was pressed to the dip of Kurt's neck, like he was taking in the scent of the taller boy. They were still holding hands.

It made Ben's skin crawl, not that he'd ever let himself look so stupid, with anyone. That was, of course, a lie. Because when Kurt lifted his head, sucking down a long breath through galls of laughter, Ben saw the sun glowing out of that impossible face. He knew that if Kurt's head had fallen to his shoulder, he would've looked just as stupid as the dwarf had. Though he hated to admit it, he really wanted to know what wonderful scent rested on Kurt's neck.

For the moment, Kurt was catching his breath, trying and failing to suppress his laughter. Blaine squeezed his hand as he looked around the little group, feeling like some new human in his own skin. He hardly noticed as several boys walked by and dropped bills in the Nick/Jeff Tin can: for days when Nick or Jeff had been right and the rest of the world was wrong. It occurred to Blaine that today's bet must involve his relationship but he really didn't care. Kurt was holding his hand and Kurt had kissed him and Kurt was here, and Kurt was his.

Blaine caught a glimpse of the only unfriendly face in the crowd from Ben. Standing closer to him and Kurt than anyone else with a look of unimagined horror on his face. When Kurt started toward his things as the first bell of the day echoed across the grounds, Blaine didn't hesitate to lean forward and capture Kurt's lips in a simple yet promising kiss.

They gathered Kurt's things and themselves, only unwinding their fingers so Kurt could pull his arms through the sleeves of his blazer. Blaine had the urge to take the coat from Kurt's hands and help him into it before he realized they were being watched by at least two dozen guys and Kurt was already adjusting the collar around his neck.

Kurt's hand returned to Blaine's seamlessly, as though it were natural, normal, like he'd performed this action every day for months. It occurred to Blaine that Kurt had probably wanted to, many times. So Blaine adjusted his shoulder bag and reached across his own chest to grip the crook of Kurt's arm, squeezing his hand in unison. Kurt looked up at Blaine with wonder and shock and something like love etched across his features. Neither of their legs moved forward for a moment. Until Kurt's free hand covered Blaine's on his arm and they walked into Dalton Academy for the first time, as boyfriends.