What will stay in Kurt's mind as their first official make out session was unplanned, though it was of course on his mind. It was their one week anniversary, Friday night, and they went to Blaine's house to watch a movie. Blaine was seated on the couch, propped against the armrest, his legs going sideways to be crossed at the ankles up on the coffee table. Kurt was using him as a lounge chair; leaning back against him, lying lengthwise along the couch.

Twenty minutes into the movie, Kurt looked up at Blaine and placed a rather upside-down kiss on his jaw, his head tilted back, as this is the highest Kurt could reach. Blaine shifted their grip of their interlaced fingers and returned it with with a light kiss on his temple. Then he reached his head down and placed one on the corner of Kurt's mouth. Kurt shifted around on the couch until he was no longer on his back and kissed him properly. He could feel Blaine laughing under his lips, getting Kurt's intentions quite clearly.

"Stop laughing," he said, muffled against Blaine's skin.

"You," Blaine whispered, "Are adorable." He kissed him again and then started on Kurt's neck, something that Kurt, like everything else, had never experienced before. Eyes closed, he arched his head back, involuntarily taking two fistfuls of Blaine's clothing. Blaine moved down and his lips reached Kurt's collarbone, at the same time running both hands down Kurt's upper arms. Kurt felt like every fiber of his being was alive and tingling, and he wondered that if this is how he feels now, he can only imagine what it'll be like when they progress further.

He unabashedly crushed his lips to Blaine's, and Kurt's insistence quickly turned their soft kisses into something deeper.

Blaine's warm mouth on his were sending wild tremors along his nerves, eliciting feelings he didn't even know he could experience before, and wrapped up in a cocoon of warmth, Blaine was everywhere, all around him.

Kurt learned three things that evening: One was that his pale skin bruises way too easily; two, that his neck area is an incredible turn on; and three, that he could go on like that with Blaine for ages. Looking back, he had no idea what happened during that film, and he couldn't have cared less. He eventually fell asleep wedged in between the back of the couch, and half draped across Blaine, his head pillowed on Blaine's chest while Blaine soothingly, repetitively played with Kurt's bangs across his forehead. Kurt's hair was mussed by then anyways, and Blaine was the only one he would ever let touch, much less play with his hair.

The next day he couldn't help but spill the details to a very amused Mercedes as they make their way through the grocery store. It was movie night that night, and it was his turn to host.

He was dying to tell her the first chance he got, but waited until she asked.

"So how was last night?" Kurt spins around and just grins at her. Mercedes is smiling too, at his ridiculous expression.

"We made out for two hours," he said, his voice low. "It was- ohmygod."

Mercedes laughed. "Very expressive vocab."

Kurt wants to go into more detail, but politely asks, "How was your date with What's-His-Name?" Mercedes grinned. This has become an inside joke. "Niiice." she draws out. "He took me to a really bad movie, then we went out for dinner. I think things are progressing."

"Good. I'm glad." They both smiled and linked arms.