A/N: I totally misplaced this chapter and thought I had published it. I'm so sorry for the wait and love each and every one of you who come back to find the conclusion! Enjoy . . .

Kurt took a breath and moved towards the couch with Blaine. His words made Kurt nervous – he had nearly convinced himself throughout the day that Blaine wouldn't want him after all. However, his greeting reassured Kurt that everything was going to be alright. They just needed to talk about some stuff. Kurt wasn't sure what Blaine wanted to talk about, but he knew it wasn't anything entirely bad. Well, he didn't think so anyway. The couch Blaine had indicated was in front of the fireplace, but it was more of a loveseat than a couch. The boys took seats on opposite ends, but since it was so short their knees still bumped in the middle.

Blaine stared into the fire as he searched for a way to begin the conversation that they needed to have before anything else happened between them. Kurt saw him look away and the panic rose in his chest that he had been suppressing all day. He'd always felt so isolated, even back at McKinley since he was the only out gay kid there. And now at Dalton, although not alone in that sense, he still felt like he didn't quite fit – that he was still different from everyone else and enough so that he still stuck out. He had been sure after the whole issue with his now step-brother and with Sam that no one would ever care about him the way he cared about other people.

But now, seated just across the loveseat from the guy he'd come to think of as the perfect guy for him – smart and funny, understanding of all his faults and who understood everything about him, even the bad parts that he didn't like about himself. He knew what Kurt had gone through, from his bullying to losing his mother at such a young age. And Kurt knew about Blaine's demons as well. He felt comfortable telling Blaine everything and anything that popped in his head and he wanted to know everything about the other boy.

He loved just looking at him; he loved how warm he had been in the morning when they had woken up wrapped around each other and how he could catch just a glance from the other man and have a shiver run up his spine. He loved when his curls broke loose of their gelled prison; he loved learning all the different goofy grins that Blaine got on his face and figuring out exactly what each one meant.

But the problem was that Blaine had not even touched him prior to a few days ago. Hadn't made any advances, hadn't even indicated that he was at all interested. To the contrary, he'd even told Kurt on Valentine's Day that he wasn't interested in dating him, not in so many words, but that was the distinct impression that Blaine had given him. So Kurt was very much in doubt about where they were and why they were there in the first place. Had Blaine only been with him in that intimate of way because he felt bad for Kurt? After he had seen the evidence written across his back of his past problems had he thought he couldn't back out any more?

The panic was starting to show on Kurt's face and in his posture. He sat next to Blaine, knees tight together, hands woven tightly, knuckles white on top with his back stiff and unyielding as though he was waiting for a blow to hit him. Blaine eyed Kurt from his seat a few inches away from him and could practically read what he was thinking as his eyes flashed and his expression changed slightly with his thoughts. Blaine reached his hand and put it on top of Kurt's where they were crushing together on his knees. He wormed his fingers in between Kurt's where they were interlocked, connecting them to each other. "Kurt, honey, look at me, please." He said quietly in a low voice, trying to bring Kurt out of whatever nasty thoughts his mind was dragging him through.

Blaine's voice cut through the onslaught of self-doubt racing through Kurt's brain. His eyes flicked up to meet Blaine's. His whole face was smiling at Kurt, soft and warm and loving. "Don't worry, Kurt, this isn't going to be one of those kinds of talks, at least not from my end. I want this," He took Kurt's left hand in between both of his, "Look, I want us. I've wanted this for a long time. I want you to know that, ok? From the beginning I've wanted this, I've wanted you – ever since I met you on those steps and took you to your first Warbler's performance. I just didn't understand it at first. And then when I did get it, I just wasn't sure it was what you still wanted. And then I didn't know how to go about making it happen, okay?"

"Okay." Kurt nodded, a feeble smile crossing his lips, and feeling relief already spreading throughout his body, releasing the tension he'd been holding there. He turned his body closer to Blaine's so their knees touched again and felt a shock run through him at the touch. He didn't think he'd ever seen anyone so attractive as Blaine with his curls loose from gel, in a casual uniform of button down and pull-over v-neck sweater. He was gorgeous and Kurt shivered as he remembered those same curls resting on his chest this morning when he had woken up. He smiled a smile that rivaled Blaine's.

Blaine's eyes sparkled as he looked at Kurt. "You see, Kurt, I'm somewhat of a putz when it comes to this whole relationship thing. Despite what some people may think." He looked rather sheepishly at Kurt.

"So," Kurt replied, his voice breathy with relief, "What is it you want to talk about then?" He still felt like he may be on shaky ground. He didn't want to push Blaine into anything he didn't want to say on his own, although Blaine's use of the word 'relationship' did cause a hitch in his breath.

"Well, I guess I wanted to talk about where we stand; I mean what's going on with us. If there is an us, which I would like, but I don't know how you feel about it and geez now I'm just rambling, sorry." Blaine looked at him apologetically; eyes big and full of caring and a slight blush creeping up his cheeks.

Blaine lowered his head a little, making sure to maintain eye contact with Kurt, reassuring him with his eyes and his words. Kurt's back relaxed a little more as Blaine spoke and he leaned back against the arm of the loveseat. His hands stopped shaking so much and he released the death grip his right hand had on the edge of the couch. He took the hand Blaine had placed on his left and held it. Kurt ducked his head and decided to give Blaine one more chance to back out. "Are you sure? I mean, you don't have to say these things if you don't mean it. I won't be mad, I mean I understand." His eyes lowered and he was hopeful that Blaine wouldn't take it back and could possibly have meant what he said.

"I mean it, Kurt; you mean a lot to me. I would be honored to be your boyfriend, if you'll, um, take me that is." It was Blaine's turn to blush a little and flit his eyes around the room, hoping Kurt would accept him. Kurt's eyes flitted back up to meet Blaine's, which were full of sincerity and hope.

"You really mean it?" Kurt's voice came out a with a bit of a squeak and he flushed a little in embarrassment. "But I guess, I mean, I don't really understand," Kurt managed to get out shaking his head slightly from side to side. "I don't understand why now, you've had months and until a few days ago when I so embarrassingly spilled my guts, you wouldn't even touch me. I'm, I'm just having a hard time thinking this is real, is all I guess." Kurt barely made a coherent sentence, but his meaning was clear.

"Oh Kurt, I'm so sorry about that. Everyone here is just so reserved and it wasn't something you were prepared for or used to. I should have seen it before it went on that long, but I'm so grateful you told me. Because look where we are now, right?" Blaine smiled a slightly sad smile across the loveseat at the other boy. "You mean a lot to me, you have from the first time I met you and I just didn't want to screw that up. I didn't want you to want me simply because I was the first single gay guy you met, you know? I didn't want either of us to get hurt because of that."

Blaine squeezed his hand reassuringly and pulled slightly on Kurt's fingers, shifting him around so he was now leaned up against Blaine, his back resting on Blaine's chest, turned just a bit so they could still look in each other's eyes. "I didn't want to be your first mistake, Kurt; I wanted to make sure that I'd be in your life for a long time. I didn't want to be a mistake at all; I wanted to be something that was right in your life at the right time. I was afraid that if I let us jump into this, it would end badly. I see how wrong I was about that now. Forgive me?" He made puppy dog eyes at Kurt and wiggled his eyebrows for emphasis, which just caused Kurt to grin shyly and cuddle back into Blaine's chest.

"Of course, I do," Kurt nearly whispered into Blaine's sweater, his lips brushing the fabric. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt and pulled him in closer. He settled Kurt's head back fully resting on his chest, secure in his arms. They stayed there silently enjoying the feel of being so close to each other, drinking in the comfort and contentment they felt in the moment.

All apprehension seemed to have been dissolved away. They just laid on the loveseat together, gazing at the fire and at each other. Each lost in their own world, but somehow connected in it as well, loving that they could now do this together without reservations or barriers between them. Blaine started to rub small circles into Kurt's back, absently caressing him, learning the feeling of having the other boy resting on him. He loved the weight of Kurt lying against him; it made him feel safe and cared for.

After a few moments or possibly longer passed, Blaine shifted under Kurt, causing him to look up into Blaine's eyes once again. "So you never did answer me," Blaine stated quietly, right into Kurt's ear, the hot breath causing him to shiver.

"Answer you about what, Blaine?" Kurt asked his eyes full of happiness as he looked up at the other boy.

"If you want me, silly. Want me to be your boyfriend." Blaine's cheeks flushed just slightly as the words escaped him. The corners of Kurt's mouth turned up onto a small smile and he buried his head into Blaine's chest for a moment again before pulling back to look in his eyes and give Blaine his answer.

"Of course, I want you. I want to be your boyfriend; I want everything, everything we've talked about. Oh, Blaine!" Kurt surged upward, capturing Blaine's lips with his, quickly deepening their kiss. His tongue slipped along Blaine's lower lip requesting entrance which he was granted as a slight gasp escaped Blaine's lips. "Mmmmmhhhmmmm," Kurt's contented moan sounded quietly between the two boys as Kurt pulled back slightly. His eyes had already began to darken as he looked into the molten amber of Blaine's.

"Would you like to go back to your room to, um, study or something for a little while, boyfriend?" Kurt asked in a low voice, with a slight blush tinting his cheeks the same ruddy red as his kiss-redden lips were.

Blaine gazed back at him, eyes wide, taking in the boy in front of him with obvious love written all over his face. "You don't even have to ask."

The boys quickly got up and packed up their bags, jamming things in any pocket that could be found in the haste to leave. As they exited the library, Kurt looked down and grabbed his boyfriend's hand and intertwined their fingers. Blaine's eyes met his and he smiled as he squeezed Kurt's hand knowing they'd finally taken the step both of them needed to be truly happy.

A/N: A little cheesy, a little corny but I love it. I'm so sorry it took so long for the conclusion to come out, but I hope everyone likes it as much as I loved writing it and writing this story! Cheers for now! Reviews are love!