After the game, Kurt, as always, went to a local 24-hour diner with the rest of the Cheerios and got a bite to eat. He got an order of fries and a diet soda. He ate quickly, gave the money he owed to Santana, and got in his car. He was anxious to call Kurt. When he was home, moisturized, and in PJs, he dialed Blaine's number.
"Hello?" Blaine asked, sounding sleepy, on the other line.
Kurt glanced at the clock. Fuck. It was almost midnight; he didn't even notice the time pass. "Blaine? I'm sorry for waking you. You can go back to sleep."
"No, I was up. I was falling asleep." Blaine told him, laughing a little.
"You sound cute when you're half asleep." Kurt told him honestly.
"You sound cute all the time." Blaine giggled a little.
"I can call you tomorrow. I don't know if we should have this kind of discussion when you're this tired." Kurt said with a sigh.
"Don't leave." Blaine whined.
"You're tired, go to sleep." Kurt ordered.
"Noooo. You made me not asleep, so it's your fault." Blaine accused.
"Okay, then I'm going to apologize and hang up." Kurt answered, chuckling.
"Sing." Blaine ordered sleepily.
"I'm not singing." Kurt chuckled.
"No. On our date you sang and you sounded pretty." Blaine insisted.
"I'm not singing." Kurt repeated.
"Pleaseeeeee." Blaine whined.
"What would you want to hear?" Kurt asked, sighing.
"Do you watch musicals?" Blaine asked, hopefully.
"Not particularly." Kurt answered.
"None?" Blaine whined.
"The only one I've watched a lot would be Moulin Rogue, but usually I don't watch them." Kurt told him truthfully.
"Come What May!" Blaine exclaimed.
Kurt laughed. "What about it?"
"Sing." Blaine ordered.
"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt your ears." Kurt warned.
"Pleaseeee." Blaine whined again.
"Fine." Kurt said shortly. He started singing Come What May softly. He had the song memorized, because, although he didn't watch that many musicals, he really did watch Moulin Rogue one too many times. He sang until the end of the song, and Blaine didn't interrupt once. When he finished, he asked quietly, "Blaine? Blaine? Are you there?" When Blaine didn't answere with more than the soft sound of his breathing, Kurt spoke again. "Goodnight. Sweet dreams, Blaine." He hung up and went to bed almost immediately.
The next morning, around 9, Blaine called, waking Kurt up. "Hello?" Kurt asked. It was his turn to sound sleepy.
"Kurt, you called last night, didn't you?" Blaine asked, sounding ashamed.
"Mhmm." Kurt answered, rubbing his eyes and sitting up.
"Crap. I'm s-sorry for making you sing. I… I was tired." Blaine admitted, and Kurt could just tell that he was blushing.
Kurt chuckled, coming more to his senses. "I could tell."
"Sorry." Blaine said softly.
"It's fine. I should have warned you how late I was going to be, or texted you before I called." Kurt told him.
Blaine chuckled a little. "I really liked that call though."
"Me too." Kurt admitted, smiling softly. "So, are you feeling any better?"
"Yeah, I'm a lot less sore today." Blaine told him.
"Good." Kurt nodded.
"So… you told me we'd talk…" Blaine said shyly.
"Yeah, of course. I… well, I've been thinking about it a lot." Kurt said, feeling reluctant.
"And?" Blaine asked, anxious and excited.
"Of course, I want to date you, but I shouldn't." Kurt told him.
"Why not?!" Blaine asked, sounding both angry and devastated.
"Because it wouldn't work. I'm not romantic enough and you deserve somebody who will treat you amazingly. Not only that, but jocks'll keep picking on you because of me, and I really don't want you to get hurt because of me." Kurt admitted.
"That's not fair!" Blaine said, definitely angrily.
"What isn't?" Kurt asked, genuinely confused.
"That's all to protect me! I can protect myself, Kurt! I know what I'm doing." Blaine said defensively.
"I never said that you didn't, I just… I don't want to hurt you." Kurt sighed.
"But I want to know, do you want to date me or not?" Blaine asked.
"Of course." Kurt admitted quietly.
"And I want to date you. So what's the problem with that?!" Blaine asked.
"This whole boyfriend thing can be messy business." Kurt informed him.
"How would you know?" Blaine asked, losing a bit of the anger.
"I… I… I guess I wouldn't." Kurt chuckled a bit.
"Don't laugh. I'm angry." Blaine said, and Kurt could practically see his pout.
"Sorry, I just… Fuck it, Blaine. We should date. I want you to be my boyfriend. I'm going to be shitty at it and nobody at school is going to be cool with it and we have totally different interests, but I want to try." Kurt said.
"Wait, really?" Blaine asked softly, sounding shocked.
"Yes. Really." Kurt answered, nodding, not that Blaine could see.
"I… Kurrtttt." Blaine said, whining, but in a happy way.
Kurt laughed. "When're you free?"
"Now." Blaine answered.
Kurt laughed again. "Well I'm thinking of hanging out with my boyfriend sometime today…"
"I would love to hang out with my boyfriend today." Blaine answered, grinning.
"Well let me shower, and I'll text you when I'm ready, okay?" Kurt asked.
"Yes." Blaine said. He sighed. "Kurt?"
"Yes?"
"I'm so happy." Blaine told him.
"So am I." Kurt answered.
