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Also, I should clarify that when I said 'spoilers indicate' I meant 'there are pictures, and songs, and I'm very much 100% sure that Kurt is going to Dalton'.

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Alice


Chapter Seven: Baby, you'll freeze out there


It was almost six thirty on the dot when Kurt heard a car pull up to his driveway. Resisting the urge to run out and greet Blaine, Kurt instead walked calmly to the door and stepped outside. The cold night air made his gasp burn his throat as his eyes fell on the side of Blaine's car.

Goddamn it.

"What happened?" he asked in a voice that seemed far too panicked.

Blaine stepped out of the car looking calm, if not a little perturbed. He was carrying a few groceries bags and just shrugged (which is something he seemed to do a lot) and clicked the button on his keys to lock the BMW's doors. The car beeped, its lights flickering, casting angry shadows over the keyed letters.

"Never mind," Blaine waved it off as he got closer. "Don't worry about it."

But Kurt was worrying about it. He could feel the tears start pricking at the back of his eyes, as they so often did lately, and even as Blaine ushered him out from the cold, he turned his head to see the word again.

Tears were replaced by anger.

God. Fucking. DAMN IT.

As they were in the entrance hallway, Kurt felt Blaine's hands on his arms. Blaine started rubbing his arms up and down and was assuring him that "It's okay, really. Calm down." He took a deep breath and forced himself to, but the anger still bubbled in his stomach.

Kurt nodded, unable to form a coherent response, and led Blaine to the kitchen.

"Here's the kitchen, so I guess this'll be where the magic happens and someone keyed your car," Kurt put his hands up and covered his face. It was too unbelievable that this would have happened to Blaine and not to, oh say, himself.

"Kurt," Blaine began calmly, "It took me the whole drive over here and a few times around your block to calm myself down about that. So I'd appreciate it if maybe you could freak out a little bit less."

"They keyed fag into your car," Kurt looked at him seriously, looking deep into his perfect gold-green flecked eyes for some kind of response.

Then, Blaine shrugged again. "I am a fag."

Kurt folded his arms and frowned in reply, feeling the anger in his stomach surge for a second before quieting down to a dull ebb.

"It's a slur. It's rude."

"We have this thing in the world," Blaine began unpacking the groceries, as if he didn't even care that he had just used the f word to describe himself, "where you're insulted for what you are instead of who you are. Calling me a fag is just like saying, 'Hey dude, you like other dudes' which I don't have a problem with."

When Kurt didn't respond, Blaine laughed and turned to him with his shoulders raised in that highly irritating shrugging motion. "I'm more pissed that they screwed up my paint job."

Kurt's breaths had turned shallow. How could Blaine be so aloof about this? Kurt just stood beside him in the kitchen with his mouth slightly open. Un. Be. Lievable.

Soon, Blaine finished unpacking and Kurt was still standing there, just staring at him like he was this impervious soldier. If someone had done something like that to Kurt? He would have flipped out, grabbed a crowbar and gone to town on whoever did it. Or, rather, he would have wanted to do that and instead sat in his room, crying, listening to the Les Miserables soundtrack on vinyl.

But Blaine just turned to him and reached out to his chin, propping it back up to meet the rest of his face.

"Now," he said calmly, "Are you going to introduce me to your father?"

Kurt blinked several times before nodding and leading Blaine out of the kitchen and towards the living room. As they walked Kurt wished he had vacuumed, wished the wallpaper wasn't peeling, wished that the house was just nicer because it was Blaine.

That, of course, led to another startling revelation. Blaine was in his house. In his house. Apart from Finn (who really didn't count) Kurt had never brought a boy home... not that this counted, either. It most certainly didn't count. But the thought of it happening still sent a tremor through Kurt's body, and he had to physically calm himself before entering the living room.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, Kurt?"

"This is Blaine."

Burt turned around from the television instantly and locked eyes with the Dalton boy. Blaine was smooth, though, and walked around the couch to face Burt and held out his hand.

"It's good to meet you, mister Hummel. How are you feeling?"

Burt shook hands with Blaine slowly, cautiously.

"Fine, thanks," Burt replied in the same way.

"Well, tonight I was thinking I would make you barbecue chicken," he smiled at the Hummels' surprise before adding, "It's a special cholesterol-free recipe I made for my grandpa after his heart attack."

Kurt just smiled from the corner and Burt nodded. "I love barbecue chicken."

Blaine smiled hugely, beaming, "Great. Well, I'll just get to it, then."

On the way back to the kitchen, he called, "Thanks for having me, by the way!" down the hall.

There was silence in the living room, interrupted only by the distant sounds of pots and pans clacking in the kitchen. Burt Hummel turned to his son slowly.

"I like him."

Kurt, wanting to seem as aloof as possible, just channelled Blaine.

He shrugged.


It was prepared. All Blaine had to do was baste occasionally and then it should be ready in about thirty minutes. Pleased with himself, he leaned against the kitchen counter and took a deep breath. It was imperative that he stayed calm and collected tonight. Tonight was about getting to know Kurt, and writing the chorus and just making things better.

In Blaine's mind, the only negative thing in his life was the chorus. He needed it more than he needed to repaint his car or find out who keyed it in the first place (though, he had a couple of ideas who might have done it...)

The chorus was everything.

"How much longer?"

Blaine jumped at the sound of Kurt's voice from behind him, before answering, "About half an hour. We've got time to spare."

The good thing was that Kurt had calmed down. He really thought that Kurt was going to hyperventilate earlier, which would not have been fun. And sure, Blaine was pissed off, but it had taken him a long time to get away from all that bullshit. He wasn't going to let one reversion back to being bullied get the better of him.

What did get the better of him was when Kurt took his arm and led him through the hall and down a set of stairs to what appeared to be the basement.

"Where are we going?" he asked slowly as they descended the staircase. Kurt just said 'my room' very succinctly which made it seem like there was no going back and no asking questions.

As soon as they entered the room, Blaine could sense Kurt's hesitance. He had clearly brought Blaine down here to talk about something, but he was very obviously lacking the confidence to do it. But Blaine shrugged to himself mentally and wandered around the room, making small comments of approval.

It was almost a whole two minutes before he came across the sheet music on Kurt's chair.

"Baby, It's Cold Outside?" Blaine asked slowly, holding up the sheet music.

"It's for Glee," Kurt defended, holding up his hands, "I do not condone date rape."

Blaine frowned and smiled at the same time.

"This isn't a song about date rape, Kurt," he held up the sheet music in Kurt's direction for emphasis. "It's a song about reluctance and persuasion and forbidden love and want. This," he held it up again, "is a classic."

Kurt looked ready to disagree, but his face totally changed when Blaine started singing the song to himself...

"Baby it's cold outside," he sang slowly. "Been hoping that you'd drop in..."

The song, in truth, was Blaine's favourite Christmas-time song. He wasn't sure if he believed in god, and the spirit of Christmas was all well and good, but he loved cold weather. Not for its coldness, but rather for its opportunities to stay indoors. That's why he liked the song.

Soon, he and Kurt were singing the song softly, without accompaniment, as Blaine wandered around the room and observed.

"My father will be pacing the floor," Kurt pointed upstairs.

Blaine laughed, missing a line, before singing, "Beautiful, what's your hurry?"

Kurt turned, at that point, a delicious shade of pink that made Blaine feel a little bit guilty. But, in a way, it was a sign. Kurt maybe liked him. Like liked him. And the thought of that was enough to inspire the line 'Doesn't it seem like that should be enough?' to the already decided tune of the mystery-chorus. Halfway there.

The next step to finishing the song became obvious.

"Mind if I move closer?" Blaine sang, taking the few steps that distanced him and Kurt.

"Blaine, I really..." Kurt wasn't singing anymore.

"What's the sense in hurting my pride?" Blaine sang softly, closing the gap even more. Kurt was staring up at him with huge eyes.

"Blaine..."

"Baby, don't hold out," Blaine nearly whispered in tune, his eyes moving down to look at Kurt's lips.

Kurt's head tilted up, which was the opposite of what he would do if this wasn't what he wanted. Kurt wanted this as much as Blaine did. At this thought, Blaine reached out and gently touched Kurt's jawline. He was prepared to sing the next line, but it was intercepted by Kurt.

"Man, your lips look delicious," Kurt sang softly, before closing the distance between them and pressing his lips on Blaine's.

Thrilling warmth spread through Blaine's body as he realised that this was the perfect first kiss, the absolute perfect first kiss. His lips parted as he deepened it, his hand moving slowly to cup the back of Kurt's head to bring him closer. Kurt tasted sweet and light and it was like time stopped, silence and noise becoming one to envelope them.

Kurt broke away after a few seconds and looked up at Blaine, his eyes brimming with emotion.

"I kissed you," he said matter-of-factly.

"You did."

"And you kissed me back."

"I did."

"I wish," Kurt looked away for a second before his eyes moved back to lock with Blaine's, "I wish that was my first kiss."

Blaine's eyebrows furrowed and he smiled. "But it was our first kiss. As far as I'm concerned, this is my first kiss that's counted."


Kurt had learned three things that night.

One; Baby, It's Cold Outside? Not about date rape.

Two; Brittany had been wrong about what kissing a boy tasted like. Kissing Blaine was certainly not like kissing an armpit.

Three; Kurt had a heart, because within that hollow cavity in his chest something grew and pounded and thudded every time Blaine looked at him. It had to be a heart, because it was that feeling that kept him alive.


Blaine learned that 'enough' could rhyme with 'love' if you sang it a certain way.


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