Be glad, my chapters are slowly-owly getting longer :)

And I decided to leave the fluff for a little while longer, but the next chapter is going to be CHAOS (or so I hope)

So be warned... but all you have to worried in this chapter is fluff. Lots of it.

Disclaimer: Can you guys see my name on the news saying that Ryan Murphy and JK Rowling gave their brainchildren to me? No? Dang. :(


Kurt was studying on his bed (okay, more like inventing spells because Kurt didn't really need to study) when he felt his bed dip with a weight. Lifting his head to find Santana, Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"What's on, Tana?" Kurt asked when he saw her 'I've-got-some-seriously-juicy-gossip' expression on her features. She smirked before answering.

"Oh, come on, Hummel. Do you even have to ask?" Kurt's eyebrow only rose higher, and Santana sighed,

"Please. Like I don't know you romantic face. Spill, Hummel. What happened with Anderson?"

Kurt blushed at the question before quickly muttering 'nothing' and lying back down. Santana snorted and glared at her, as if to force the truth from him. But then, she sighed and her expression softened into a gaze that Kurt only saw her make at Brittany.

"Look, Kurt. I'm not doing this because I want to mock you, or tease you or whatever. You're my friend and I care for you. Just… I just want you to know that. I talk like that because it's just the way I am, but you know I'm always there to listen. It's not the first time, and you know that." The use of his first name informed Kurt that she wasn't joking, and he lifted his head.

"Santana…"

"Look, Hummel. Don't get teary-eyed at me. I just… I just want you to be happy. Because everyone deserves that, with a few exceptions, and because you've been through so much that you just deserve all of it. And I know… that hiding it doesn't help. So just know that I'm here." Her sassy self was back, but Kurt could feel the truthfulness behind her usual attitude.

"Santana… you just…. You don't know how much this means to me. And especially when I've been a bitch to you for the past few weeks. I know you're always going to be there, and I will be too. Of course, I'll be after Britt, right?" Kurt grinned, and Santana let out a clear peal of laughter.

"Well, I'm honored. But back to the point. What happened during your practice and why were you proud enough to sing that song – not to even mention to him – in front of everyone?" Kurt blushed.

"That wasn't on purpose, I danced with the tweedles and you guys and everyone else before singing to him. I bet nobody noticed." Santana snorted in response.

"Please, with all the sexual tension between you guys-"

"Santana!" Kurt scolded, blushing furiously. Santana's trademark smirk came back as she realized.

"Oh, right. Baby penguin, huh? Seriously, going around with Puck while we weren't talking, well, that lulled me into a sense of security. Blame it on him." Kurt pouted, and Santana just grinned. Kurt sighed in exasperation, and flopped back into the pillows.

"We had a truce. We like each other, and we're going to be good friends."

"Friends my ass, when will you start bang-"

"That's it, I'm leaving." Kurt stood up, and ran from the room, sticking his tongue out at a smirking Santana. Maybe he'll go and look for songs. Yeah, that seemed right. Maybe he'd grab a coffee from that little vendor that the students had set up? Well, that had better come first. He took off in the direction of the coffee shop, a million different things in his head.

~Blaine POV

When Blaine walked into the small coffee place, he wasn't really expecting to see Kurt there. Once, it was too hard to find each other when they wanted to talk, and now it seemed like he was everywhere. Not that Blaine was complaining or anything.

"-and a grande nonfat mocha, with some cinnamon cookies…" he heard Kurt say to the cashier, and a thougth struck Blaine. He walked up to them, telling the vendor, "add a medium drip to that. How much is it?" the cashier told him the amount, and Kurt just gaped at Blaine as he paid for the both of them. Blaine winked and led them to a table.

"Wow, fancy seeing you here." Kurt muttered, and Blaine grinned widely.

"Same for me. Consider the coffee as a prize for being friends." He sat down, and Kurt bit his lips, looking around for a moment. Soon, though, Kurt loosened and settled down comfortably. They sipped their coffee, casting glances when they thought the other wasn't looking. Then they started to talk about the duet. Blaine complained that the songs were all too flirty, and Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Like I care. Excuse me, you're talking to the person who sang a love song with Puckerman. Oh, the things I tolerate for music." They laughed, and conversation flowed easily even after that. They had moved the subject to the new line of dress robes released recently when Tina suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey, Blaine! Long time no see, Kurt." Kurt waved, and Blaine stared between them, confused. They knew each other?

"Um… hi, Tina. What brings you here?" Tina rolled her eyes at the question.

"For coffee, duh. And I just noticed the two very talented soloists and I just couldn't resist. Don't you think this place is a little dull? I think the perfect solution is music, don't you agree?" the two boys gaped at her, disbelieving expressions on their faces. Everyone knew that they were supposed to hate each other and they were supposed to meet only for the duet. Singing in public, on the other hand…. Blaine glanced at Kurt, who was biting his lip nervously. But a moment after, Kurt lifted his head and smiled at Tina.

"Well, why shouldn't we?" Blaine gaped at Kurt, who gave him a wink in return. He walked up to the corner where tables were sitting close to each other, and waved his wand to move it into a makeshift stage. Then he called Blaine over.

"Kurt…. Are we seriously doing this? I mean, we don't even have a song chosen." Blaine whispered frantically, nervous. Kurt blushed at that question and muttered something about having thought of something. Blaine gaped at him, scandalous.

"Kurt Hummel, have you planned this thing?" Blaine asked, incredulous, and Kurt's eyes went wide.

"Of course not! In any case, you were the one who barged in and insisted that you buy me coffee. And Tina's more of your friend than mine. If anyone planned it, it should be you." Kurt scoffed, and Blaine grinned sheepishly.

"Guess you're right. So what song?" Kurt just dug into his satchel and pulled out some sheet music, handing it to Blaine. Right after that, Kurt pulled out a boom box from the same satchel as well. Noticing that Blaine was staring the satchel, eyes bugging wide, Kurt gave a simple explanation. "Undetectable extension charm." And turned it on. Blaine noticed the familiar guitar tune, and blushed as he jumped onto the makeshift stage next to Kurt.

I think that possibly

Maybe I've fallen for you

Yes there's a chance

That I've fallen quite hard over you

Blaine's voice quivered slightly as he processed the lyrics. God, they were so true it hurt. And then Kurt started harmonizing – yep, he was definitely head over heels for the pale boy.

I've seen the paths that your eyes wander down

I wanna come too-

Blaine paused, and then it was just Kurt singing alone.

I think that possibly

Maybe I've fallen for you

No one understands me

Quite like you do

Through all of the shadowy corners of me

Kurt sent a sidelong glance at Blaine, who blushed and ducked his head. Kurt started swaying, perfectly in beat and just like a music video. Blaine slowly matched his movements, and they started twirling around each other as the chorus started.

I never knew just what it was

About the same coffee shop I love so much

All of the while I never knew-

Blaine took over, lifting a gentle hand as if to caress Kurt's cheek but never quite touching. He sang out the chorus as Kurt slipped flirtatiously away from him, teasing.

I never knew just what it was

About this old coffee shop I love so much

All of the while I never knew-

And then they were harmonizing again. Blaine couldn't help but notice that it did blend perfectly together.

I think that possibly

Maybe I've fallen for you

Yes, there's a chance

That I've fallen quite hard over you

I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine

Now I'm shining too-

Kurt slid down from the stage, maneuvering through the tables and shooting glances at Blaine. The sight made his heart flutter, more so when mixed with the lyrics.

Because, oh because

I've fallen quite hard over you

If I didn't know you, I'd rather not know

If I couldn't have you, I'd rather be alone

Kurt started to sing the first part of the chorus on his own again, climbing onto the stage gracefully.

I never knew just what it was

About the same coffee shop I love so much

All of the while I never knew-

Blaine walked towards Kurt from the other side of the stage, and sang his own verse.

I never knew just what it was

About this old coffee shop I love so much

All of the while I never knew-

Their voices mixed again for the last part, both of them staring into each other's eyes.

All of the while

All of the while, it was you

You-

You-

You-

While they sang, they eventually ended up facing each other in close proximity, singing to each other. As the final harmonies died, the tiny coffee shop erupted in applause. A crowd had gathered, and the place was packed. They came down from the stage, Blaine still dizzy from the rush. He helped Kurt gather his things, and muttered a quick goodbye before leaving, heart thumping loud, the lyrics still ringing in his ears.

Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you.

~Kurt POV

Kurt ran out of the coffee shop, face red and heart racing. Maybe he'd been a little too straightforward by suggesting the song? But Blaine seemed to be enjoying himself, so Kurt couldn't have done that much of a wrong, right? The worries about what Blaine would think, it wiped all thoughts of his friends finding out. Of course, he was painfully reminded when Puck cornered him as soon as he entered the common room.

"What the HELL, Kurt? You sang with Anderson in the coffee shop? And a flirtatious song, from what I've heard? What exactly is happening to you?" Puck screamed, and Kurt winced at the loud sound. Out the corner of his eye, he could see Santana glaring at Puck.

"Puck, drop it." Kurt said with a sigh. "We're not really supposed to have a grudge against Blaine anyway. No reason to. And I like that kid. End of story." He gave a feeble push on Puck's shoulders, who didn't budge. Puck seemed furious and looked like he needed to straighten this out immediately.

"Drop it? How could you ask me to drop it! Especially considering what you went through the last time this happened? Kurt, I know how hard you suffered after him. I don't want to see you get hurt. Not by an idiot like that." Puck snapped, and Kurt winced at the reminder. Of course, this had happened before. And of course it ended badly. But it wasn't like that.

"Blaine is not an idiot and this isn't like last time." Kurt said, but even he himself could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

Puck merely gave a loud, obnoxious snort. "Then pray tell me, Kurt. What is this?"

Kurt didn't think it over before answering. It was almost like a reflex, or something that had been bubbling inside of him that was waiting for the opportunity to be released. In any case, Kurt wasn't prepared for the answer that blurted out of his mouth.

"I love him."

Time seemed to stop with the shocked expression on Puck's face. Kurt, just realizing what he said, straightened up frantically to see if anyone else had heard. Thankfully, no one seemed to have heard, except Santana who was standing with a dumbstruck expression on her face. Grabbing the moment, Kurt shoved Puck slightly out of the way to run to his dormitory, and sank down on the bed, head spinning.

It was only when he noticed the owl fluttering at the window that he finally stood up. He opened the window and untied the note from its leg. The note made his head spin again, and he dropped down once more.

Meet me tonight. Same time, same place. I've got a song I want to pass by you. – B

~Blaine POV

Blaine made himself to the room of requirement thirty minutes before they had planned to meet. There was a song that he really wanted to sing with – no, sing to – Kurt, and he was nervous again to just think about the consequences of singing in front of such a talented boy. But he had to try. It was his own way of confessing his feelings to Kurt as well. And judging by the song they just did together, well, it can't be just him, right?

Blaine sat down on the piano stool, and brushed his fingers once against the keyboard. He took a deep breath. Kurt would probably say that it's silly. But he just had to do this.

He started playing, and sang. The song choice was maybe a little bit bad, but it was good for the purpose.

Baby I will not pout

Baby I will not cry

Cause I got your love this Christmas time.

When the snow's on the ground

And it's freezing outside

I got your love this Christmas time.

On every list I've ever sent

You're the gift I'd love the best

So deck the halls and all the rest, warm me up

With your Christmas love

Blaine was so immersed in singing that he didn't hear the door open. He just sang on, oblivious.

Hey angel in the snow

I'm under the mistletoe

You are the one for my very own Christmas love

Tell Santa I'm cool this year

My present is standing right here

Thank God above for my very own Christmas Love

Like a beautiful tree, you can light up the room

But your kind of star can't be removed

Like a beautiful carol, I get lost in your song

And I will forever sing along

On every list I've ever sent

You're the gift I'd love the best

So deck the halls and all the rest, warm me up

With your Christmas love

Hey angel in the snow

I'm under the mistletoe

You are the one for my very own Christmas love

Tell Santa I'm cool this year

My present is standing right here

Thank God above for my very own Christmas love

All the lovers round the world

I can sing you Merry, Merry Christmas

Merry Merry Christmas

And every boy and every girl

Stay close to the ones you love

And thank God above

That you got someone this year

That can fill your heart with cheer

Hey angel in the snow

I'm under the mistletoe

You are the one for my very own Christmas love

Tell Santa I'm cool this year

My present is standing right here

Thank God above for my very own Christmas love

Hey angel in the snow

I'm under the mistletoe

You are the one for my very own Christmas love

Tell Santa I'm cool this year

My present is standing right here

Thank God above for my very own Christmas love

Blaine ended, and was just about to feel proud about his practice session when he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders. He yelped and jumped up from the stool, but calmed down as soon as he saw that it was just Kurt. Looking pretty happy, but confused in any case. The expression lasted for a second, and was replaced with a soft smile.

"Blaine, seriously, Justin Bieber?" Kurt joked, leaning on the piano comfortably.

"He's not all bad." Blaine protested, heart quickening at the sight of Kurt. This wasn't how he planned for it to go, but at least he didn't hate it.

"I liked it." Kurt murmured softly, stroking the velvet sheet on the piano. Blaine's heart leapt. Forget 'he didn't hate it.' He actually liked it. Liked it.

"It was for you." Kurt snapped his head upwards, and stared at Blaine for a moment. A meaningful silence flew between them until Kurt spoke.

"You mean you-"

"Yes."

Silence again. Then Kurt suddenly covered the distance between them in a quick stride, and leaned towards Blaine.

"In that case, I loved it."

And he leaned down and kissed him.

The touch of another person's lips against his own was new to Blaine, but it couldn't possibly feel more right. Kurt's lips were perfect, and he meant perfect. They were soft, like a baby's lips might be, and the calming scent of vanilla and flowers surrounded him. Lost in the sensation, Blaine lifted his hand to cup Kurt's cheek, who in return slung his arms around Blaine's neck. They stayed like that until they had to pull away for air. Still slightly breathless, Blaine let his hand fall limply to his side.

They stared at each other's eyes until Blaine spoke.

"We… we should practice." He said, slightly breathless. Kurt just smiled.

"I thought we were."

And they lunged at each other, practice long forgotten and leading to a make-out session that continued until they had to leave for curfew. Blaine was too happy. The scent of Kurt surrounding him from all sides, the soft sighs and breathing, the tiny flush that adorned the pale skin, everything was so perfect about this. But time flew by too soon, and they were packing up, Blaine fired the question.

"Kurt?"

"Hmm?"

"What… what are we now? I mean, we kissed and everything… is it the end?" Blaine asked tentatively, and Kurt just stared at him before speaking.

"Do you want this to be the end?" Kurt asked, and Blaine could just detect the sound of a heartbreak in his voice.

"Wha-no-of course not!" Blaine half-screamed. Kurt just smiled at him.

"Well, you don't want it to be nothing, and I'll be ever so happy if this progressed further, so it just depends on what you want…" Kurt trailed slightly, as if to test Blaine. As for Blaine, well, he was nearly inarticulate with the amount of joy flowing through him.

"So we're-" he choked out, "-boyfriends?" he could swear Kurt's smile grew even wider.

"If you say so, boyfriend." Blaine loved the way it rolled off Kurt's tongue, and was just processing the information when a thought dawned on him.

"But Kurt… what about your friends? Santana, Puckerman… would they approve?" Blaine asked, and Kurt let out a little grimace.

"Let's just say that they… sort of know already. And if there is going to be a problem, your brother will be the biggest one." And with that, Kurt took Blaine's hand, walking him to the Gryffindor tower and earning a look from the fat lady before he left.


*Shrill Squeal* Kurt confessed! Yay! KLAINE IS CANON, BITCHES!

No worries, Puck gets over it for his best man. But someone won't...

Don't try to kill me. I went there. Yes, Justin Bieber. But the lyrics were so sweet I couldn't resist.

The songs are Christmas Love by Justin Bieber and Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg, whom I've recently just fallen in love with.