He kissed me. Kurt felt his cheeks grow flush and red. He kissed me! The thought rang out causing Kurt's smile to widen. Finally collecting himself he remembered the paper. Glancing down- without a second thought- he punched the numbers into his phone. Put the phone to his ear, but then stopped and pressed end. You can't just call him like that! That's totally tacky and he won't stand for that! Don't fuck this up Hummel! Taking a breath of courage Kurt decided on a text message.

Kurt: Hey

Hey? What are you going for lamest text message? Jesus Hummel might as well give up now-

Blaine: Well hello there good sir

Oh my God he replied! Well shit. Do I respond quickly? Do I just relax and play it cool? Fuck, I've never done this! A tiny bead of sweat rolled from his furrowing brow. Clearly, this was not Kurt's comfort zone, but he did not want to blow it with a very attractive and obviously gay man. Especially when he kissed with such passion and desire, it was a wonder why they did not just rip off clothes right then and there. Oh right the message!

Kurt: How's it going?

Blaine: Oh just fine. How about you?

Rather hot and bothered right now, but I probably shouldn't tell him that until we are something official. Oh man, what if he just wants sex like every other man in the world? Seriously I feel like I'm the only real man left in the world. This is why I hate being a hopeless romantic. It's like having the sexual desire of a panda; nonexistent and yet adorable as all hell. Oh Gaga what if this really is how he feels? Wait, what am I doing? We've only known each other for like an hour and half! Calm the fuck down bitch!

Kurt: You know, I'm doing rather well.

Blaine: Excellent! Sorry about that ending note. Kinda been wanting to do that since our encounter in the hallway.

Kurt: Oh really?

See, he's clearly been thinking purely physical this entire time. Kurt, slightly disgusted with that thought, gathered his belongings and headed to the car as the bookstore began to close for the evening. He checked his phone when he reached the car.

Blaine: Not like that! I only wanted to get to know you better because you seemed like the coolest guy I've met since my transfer here. Wait, I'm not doing this right. Lemme rewind. I meant that I've been wanting to give you my number, the kiss just sort of happened. And I'm not apologizing for that. ;)

Kurt was slightly taken aback but quickly recovered and smiled. He had assumed that Blaine was just like the rest of the guys. But Blaine was different. He was funny, cute, and quite attractive. I can't believe he wants to waste time getting to know me when he could literally have any gay man out there.

Kurt: Ha, that was cute and now I understand. Thanks for clarifying.

Blaine: Well I didn't want to make you think I was a creep or something. Not my intention at all.

Kurt: Well now we are all better. Before we continue onward I need to know one thing.

Blaine: Uh oh. Which one thing? Virgin? Yes. Clean? Obviously. Attracted to you? Definitely.

Kurt: No, I wasn't going for any of those :P I just wanted to know what your favorite musical was?

Blaine: …Oh. Well then, don't I feel sheepish? We'll just ignore that last message. As for my favorite musical? There are so many! But my top three would have to be AVPM, Les Miserables, and probably Sweeney Todd. I like the darker musicals because they add much more sympathy and character dynamics.

Where has this guy been all my life? Kurt had been so lost in his texting Blaine that he did not realize he was already on his bed at home. "Whoa! Automatic pilot must have taken over." He exclaimed as the shock took over. "Oh well."

Kurt: Those are all excellent choices! Ha, I just realized I was at home. I guess I got caught up in the conversation.

Blaine: You mean you were texting and driving? You shouldn't do that, Kurt. Even if it is to message lil ol' me.

Kurt: Yeah I don't normally do that sort of thing. Sorry.

Blaine: I just want you being more careful. I mean suppose you got hit by a big red truck, then where would you be? Dead or in a wheelchair!

Kurt: Ha, like that would ever happen. I'd miraculously learn to walk again mainly because my career of choice depends on my ability to sing and dance.

Blaine: Stripper?

Kurt: Oh look we've got a comedian in the audience! No, not a stripper. I plan on making it to Broadway and becoming the next Hugh Jackman or Michael Ball. Possibly even the next Ramin Karimloo! Just without the gleaming sexiness.

Blaine: I wouldn't sell yourself so short. You can definitely make it on Broadway. I mean, I was impressed with that display of Romeo and Juliet.

Kurt: That was rather awesome, wasn't it?

Kurt put down his phone and took in the moment. Blaine was so easy to talk to. It was as if they had been friends all along. He yearned to see him ago, with or without kissing. He was glad he could talk to someone and not feel judged or slighted. He suddenly became aware of the pain in his cheeks from his constant smiling. But just because he became aware of the pain, didn't mean he was going to stop smiling anytime soon.

Kurt: You should come out for Glee club. We would love to have another member!

Blaine: I don't think I'm cut out for that. Not to mention my dad is rather strict at to what activities I get involved with. But I would love to hang out with you again. When can we meet again?

His father doesn't want him in certain programs. Meaning he either isn't out to his father or his dad is in denial. Or it could be that he just doesn't want his son out and about having a life. Kurt thought hard on what he should say for their next encounter. His initial thought was to head to the Lima Bean, but suppose that Karofsky is there, he would be subjecting Blaine to the vile and cruelty of Karofsky's wrath. Well that spot is out. Suddenly the perfect meeting place came to his mind.

Kurt: How do you feel of parks?

Blaine: In what respect?

What do you mean 'in what respect?' I thought it was obvious.

Kurt: I mean in that we should go for a walk and get to know one another.

Blaine: You mean like a date?

YES! You adorable idiot, of course I mean a date! Kurt's hand slowly felt the screen. He wanted to write what was screaming in his head, but the risk of coming on too strong kept him steady.

Kurt: I would call it more of a hangout leading into a quiet evening together.

The screen flashed to life almost instantly, Kurt flashed a huge smile and his cheeks flushed.

Blaine: Call it what you will, it's a date in my eyes.u