Woo! Chapter eight!

Rydel tweeted meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! She's Riker's sister! Argh! :D

So this'll be stuff I've made up and...(drumroll please, Finn) the KISS(es)!

So, I'll get on with it then. Oh, yeah, this is only rated T because...I like the letter T. :L

Oh, this is quite short, but it doesn't matter. I had to post something.


Disclaimer: Yes, I would like to own Glee, no, I do not.


I sat in my room listening to my iPod. It was two hours after the Warbler meeting, and I still hadn't gotten through all my songs. I couldn't seem to find one that was good enough.

I was hardly even listening now, and I had started to skip the songs after the first few notes when I realised it wasn't the song. If the song wasn't amongst the 1000 on my iPod, then I was in trouble. I groaned in frustration.

I absentmindedly clicked on my Hey Monday playlist. The first 15 songs (Hey, I like Hey Monday, okay?) were definitely wrong. I was just about to give up when the 16th song, Candles, started to play. I listened intently the whole way through. Could that song work A Cappella? Yeah, we could make it work. Well, I hoped we could. That song was perfect. It was so...emotional, and that's what I was going for. And it wasn't the type of song Kurt would expect me to choose, so that made it even better. My mind was made up. Candles it was. Only if Kurt agreed though. And I'm sure he would. Now, to go find him.

I walked along the corridor slowly. I stood outside Kurt's room. I was just going to go in, tell him the song and go back to my room and practice alone for a while. I wanted it to be perfect. Kurt's door was ajar, and I heard a female voice coming from inside the room. My hand was outstretched, ready to grasp the door handle, but I stopped, puzzled, and withdrew it. Why was there a girl in there?

I heard Kurt speak, then there was a pause before the girl spoke again. I listened closely and realised that the voice belonged to Mercedes. They were probably on Skype. I was about to leave and come back at a more convenient time when I heard my name.

"So," said Mercedes, "Are you and Blaine dating yet?"

"No! Mercedes, you know he doesn't like me like that!", Kurt replied.

"But you like him."

"So? That doesn't mean anything. He doesn't like me, Mercedes."

"Yes he does! You can totally see it!"

I groaned mentally. Thad was right, I was obvious. Even Mercedes had seen.

"Mercedes, I'm going to stop you right there. Shut up," said Kurt.

"Kurt, don't you dare tell me to shut up. You may be my boy but I will not hesitate to come to Dalton and kick your butt. Admit it, you really, really, really like Blaine and you want to go out with him, but you're too scared to make the first move. Admit it!"

"Mercedes!"

"Admit it!"

"Fine! I really, really, really like Blaine, and I want to go out with him, but I'm too scared to make the first move. How was that?"

"Word perfect. Carry on."

"Mercedes, how do I make him like me back? I really, really do like him. I wish he would just like me too."

Oh, he had absolutely no idea how much I liked him. No idea. But he was about to find out. He was too scared to make the first move? Fine, I'd make it instead.

I crept away from the door. If he knew I had heard that then he would definitely not like me in that way, or in any way, and the Warblers would have a funeral to sing at. When I was far enough away from the door to make noise at all without Kurt hearing, I started to run. I ran to my room, and threw myself on the bed.

"How do I make him like me back?"

Be yourself, Kurt, just be yourself, and you'll do fine.

I had to think of something to say to him. It wasn't fair on him. He sounded really desperate. But not in a bad way... I couldn't let him think that I didn't like him back for much longer. But then again, I couldn't just walk up to him and say "Oh, hi Kurt! Guess what, I think I love you! Seriously! I'm in love with you! Oh, yeah, I chose Candles for our Regionals duet. We need to practice some time. Well, bye."

It had to be a proper speech. I could always improvise, that had helped me in the past with school talks and things. Maybe Kurt wouldn't like it if it seemed too rehearsed. Yeah, I'd wing it. What's the worst that could happen?

Later that night, I walked to Kurt's room and knocked on the door. No answer.

"Kurt? It's me, Blaine."

Still no answer. I opened the door. He wasn't there. I wondered where he would be. I checked the common room. He wasn't there either. I walked along the hallways, looking in every room I passed. Eventually, in one of the rooms full of tables that no-one really used, I found him.

He had stuff spread out all over the table he was working at, but it didn't look like school work. Whatever it was, he was totally engrossed in it. I walked in.

"What's that?", I said, with a smile and a small laugh.

"I'm decorating Pavarotti's casket."

"Well, finish up. I have the perfect song for our number and we should practice."

"Do tell!", he replied.

"Candles, by Hey Monday."

"I'm impressed. You're usually so Top Forty."

"Well, I just...wanted something a little more...emotional."

I sat down, and there was a small pause. Kurt seemed to be thinking about something.

"Why did you pick me to sing that song with?", he asked.

Oh God... I took a deep breath.

"Kurt, there is a moment, when you say to yourself, Oh, there you are, I've been looking for you forever."

I shifted slightly in my seat and covered Kurt's hand with my own. He breathed in sharply.

"Watching you do Blackbird this week, that was the moment for me, about you. You move me Kurt, and this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you."

There was silence for a minute, before I leaned forward. I was just going to go for it. I was going to kiss him. Our lips touched. His were soft, and tasted unlike anything I had tasted before. This felt amazing, and just plain right. I could stay like this forever. I felt his hand cup my face. We kissed for a few more seconds before we both pulled away. We had to breathe, after all.

His hand fell from my face and gently slapped onto the table. I couldn't help it, I smiled. I covered my hand from my face and moved it awkwardly. I breathed out.

"We should...we should practice," I said.

"I thought we were", Kurt replied. He sounded breathless, and his voice was a little shaky.

I leaned in again, and he was ready. Our lips crushed together, and we kissed again, for longer this time. Not much longer, but still longer. When he pulled away. I sat there.

"You're amazing at that, you know," I mumbled.

"Thank you," he said, shyly, "So are you."

"You taste nice."

He laughed.

"Thanks! I suppose you do too." He was smiling and his eyes were sparkling.

"What do you mean, you "Suppose" I taste nice? Offended."

I looked away, pretending to be annoyed. The smile wiped itself off of Kurt's face and was replaced by a look of worry.

"Blaine," he said seriously, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like-"

He cut off when he noticed that my shoulders were shaking with suppressed laughter.

"I hate you, Blaine Anderson! I was worried for a moment there?"

"Hey Kurt, you know Orange is spelled G-U-L-L-I-B-L-E?"

"Shut up! I thought, like Harry Potter, you must not tell lies? What happened to that?"

We both laughed. I stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"My room. I need to wrap my head around this. Sorry. I'll see you tomorrow."

I bent down and kissed him lightly before pulling away, smiling, and walking out, leaving him to finish off Pavarotti's casket in peace, whether he wanted me to or not.


So guys, how was that? Finally, the kiss! :P

I had quite a lot of people asking me when that was coming up. Next chapter I'm gonna skip a few days and go to Regionals, which is set five days after this, on the Saturday. :)

Bye guys! Please review, favourite, alert, hit, whatever. Do something. :L

~Rachael. :D xx