Feeling a bit more confident in the day that followed, Kurt walked down the halls of McKinley High smiling. It was odd to feel safe, but so nice. It was like a giant weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Azimio couldn't even bring him down with his taunts. Being shoulder bumped and called a fag wasn't half as scary as walking into the bathroom and being molested.

The week continued, Kurt felt better than ever. Everyone at Glee noticed.

"You look nice today, Kurt," Tina said.

"Dude, did you like…get laid or something?" Puck asked.

"I see you'll be competing for a solo for Sectionals," Rachel said, smiling.

Kurt stood at his locker and looked at Blaine's picture reminding himself that he really would have to thank Blaine. After a hurricane really did come a rainbow.

Suddenly, he got a very dark feeling. Someone was standing behind him. He turned to face not only Azimio but the rest of the jocks.

"He'll be back Monday," Azimio said.

Kurt didn't speak.

"Hope you enjoyed your week, faggot."

Kurt stood his ground, without speaking. Inside he felt like crying. Why was he coming back? Hadn't Ms. Sylvester expelled him? But Ms. Sylvester had given her job back to Figgins. Did that mean her punishments were taken back? Had Karofsky really gone to the school board?

Azimio shoved him and walked away, all of them laughing. Kurt let the tears fall.

….

Saturday, Finn as up much to early making noise. He sat up to find Finn in the middle of changing. In the dark. That certainly explained the racket.

"Good Lord," Kurt muttered and covered his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Getting dressed. What does it look like?" Finn exclaimed, covering his bare chest with his arms.

Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Rachel's coming over," Finn said.

"No!"

"Why not?" Finn asked.

"Because!"

"Why?"

"Blaine might be coming over."

Finn crossed his arms.

"I won't tell if you don't," Kurt said.

"Fine," Finn said.

Happily, Kurt got up and began getting ready, while humming. Looking annoyed, Finn pulled a shirt on and left the room. What could better prepare him for a good day than the Wicked soundtrack?

A text from Blaine.

'So, what's the plan?'

'You can come over, if you want. I have something to tell you.'

…..

Having Rachel in the house dampened Kurt's mood a little. Her annoying voice even carried down the stairs. He had to go up though and wait for Blaine to arrive. He wasn't about to let Finn answer the door. He sat on the couch and played with his sleeve. Finn and Rachel were in the kitchen laughing. He rolled his eyes and sighed.

Finally, there was a knock on the door. Kurt shot up and answered. It was, of course, the anticipated Blaine, looking handsome, as always.

"Come in," Kurt said smiling.

Blaine smiled back a him and stepped inside. A cold breeze swept in with him. Kurt quickly shut the door and shivered. Blaine pulled him into a tight hug and Kurt couldn't help giggling.

"You said you have something to tell me-"

"Shhh," Kurt hissed. "They'll hear you."

"Who?" Blaine asked glancing behind him.

"Finn and Rachel," Kurt rolled his eyes. "Finn decided to have her over after all. I knew he wasn't as dumb as he looked. Anyway, it sort of works out okay. We'll just…talk in my room."

Blaine laughed a little at Kurt's dramatic emphasis on Finn and Rachel, like they were the enemy, as Kurt pulled on his hand.

"Kurt, was that for you…" Finn poked his head into the room. "Oh…"

"Yep," Kurt said, without facing Finn, "now we're going downstairs to talk. Bye."

Blaine waved awkwardly at Finn and followed Kurt down a set of stairs. The room below held two beds - one side was clearly Kurt's and not just because it smelled like flowers. The bed was made and had drapes around it. Beside it was a make-up mirror, much like his sister's, that looked like it belonged in the dressing room of a superstar.

"Nice," Blaine said.

"Yeah, sure," Kurt said. He smiled, "I have something really, really important to tell you. Finn doesn't even know yet."

"What?" Blaine asked, more curiously that concerned, because Kurt looked so happy.

"Remember how I told you that Karofsky is coming back Monday?" Kurt asked. He went on before letting Blaine reply, "Well, my dad and Carole decided to down-grade their honey moon so that I can transfer to Dalton Academy. Usually, I wouldn't have taken up the offer, but…"

"Really?" Blaine asked, more in disbelief than happiness. "Wow, Kurt… that's…that's great."

"You don't think you'll get sick of me being around?" Kurt asked.

"No," Blaine said. "No way! I really, really like you, Kurt. I just… This will be… No. It'll be great."

Kurt smiled small. There was something Blaine was wanting to say, but he wouldn't. He was doing that Blaine thing again, where he got that look on his face like he had something on his mind, but never spoke on it. Still, it was nice to hear Blaine say that he actually liked Kurt.

Blaine smiled and pulled Kurt into a hug. "When are you transferring?"

"Monday, straight away," Kurt said.

Blaine kissed him on the cheek. "Remember what I said, Kurt. Never change."

"I don't think I could if I wanted," Kurt half-laughed.

"Good," Blaine kissed his neck.

Kurt bit his lip and tilted his head to the side, letting Blaine kiss from the crook of his neck to his half-exposed shoulder.

When Blaine stopped, they looked at each other. Blaine was staring at Kurt's thick lashes, and cute, freckled nose. He now had the insane urge to kiss Kurt's nose. But Kurt was looking at Blaine's lips. Blaine licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. They were alone in Kurt's bedroom. The idea seemed much more absurd now.

Kurt's hands were shaking just a little bit. Their lips drew closer, Kurt could feel Blaine's breath on his lips. Blaine brushed his lips against Kurt's slowly, very softly. Kurt's grip on Blaine's hips tightened, as he released a shaky breath. He kissed Blaine's bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth.

Blaine's breathing heightened and he shifted forward. His hands slid down Kurt's back, to his hips, to his butt. Their lips mashed together, messy and sloppy and Kurt found himself gasping into Blaine's mouth.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered, their foreheads pressed together.

"Slow down," Kurt mumbled.

"Yes," Blaine said and released his hold on the other boy.

Kurt let go of Blaine too, even though at the moment he was feeling like doing the entire opposite. He sat down on the edge of his bed.

"I have a great conversation starter," Blaine said. "I could go through and snoop through your computer."

"Fine," Kurt said. Anything to distract him from the idea of he and Blaine pressed tight against on another like they were…

Blaine plopped down on Kurt's bed, like he owned the place and opened up the lap top. For some reason, this made Kurt smile, rather then get annoyed like he would if it were anyone else in the entire world. Kurt sat next to him.

"You were a cheerleader?" Blaine asked, looking sort of amused.

"Yep," Kurt said.

"Interesting," Blaine said.

"Sort of," Kurt mumbled.

"Can I watch this?" Blaine asked.

"Sure…" Kurt said. He hardly glanced at the screen, but when he heard 'Single Ladies' start he felt color rising in his cheeks. It was the video of he, Brittany, and Tina doing the dance. "Well, that's embarrassing."

Blaine was smiling.

It wouldn't have been so bad, really, but his dad had come downstairs and interrupted.

"Dad, what are you doing home so early?"

"Deadliest Catch is on… What are you wearing?"

"It's a uni-tard. Guys wear them to…work out now-a-days. Do sports."

"F-Football."

"Yeah, all the guys in football wear them. They're jock-sheik."

"Totally. Kurt's on the football team now. He's the kicker. That's the smallest guy on the field, right?"

"Yeah, Brit and Tina were just…helping me with some conditioning work."

"I played before I busted up my knee popping wheelies on my dirt bike."

"Cool…I guess we'll have something to talk about then."

"So, one of you two his girlfriend?"

Blaine quickly hit stop. "Sorry, sorry. I shouldn't have-"

"No," Kurt said, "it's fine. I know, it's like seeing a car accident on the other side of the highway… You just can't look away…"

"I thought your dad was…you know, cool with you…"

"He is," Kurt said. "We just…went through some rough points. Like when Brittany just had to say that I was on the football team, so I had to try out and I, luckily, made the team, then I had to finally confess to my dad that I was gay anyway…"

"Erm…"

"Have you ever pretended to be straight?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah," Blaine laughed a little, "Well, I tried to convince myself that I was straight. Same difference, I guess. My best friend…she knew I was gay before I did. I tried to kiss her," he laughed. "Oh my god, it was terrible. She literally asked me what I was doing. Then we just talked for a long time about me being gay. She was really accepting and glad for me for awhile."

"What happened?" Kurt asked.

"A lot of things," Blaine said quietly.

"So, you've never really kissed a girl?" Kurt asked.

"No," Blaine chuckled.

"I did once," Kurt said. "Brittany. It was weird."

"The blond?"

"Yep."

Blaine continued scrolling through things.

"So, I've basically told you my whole life story," Kurt said. "Well, I'm exaggerating a little, but the point is, I don't know anything about you."

"Untrue," Blaine said. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything…"

"In time," Blaine said smiling. "I have an idea," he moved Kurt's computer back to it's spot on the mirror stand.

"Okay," Kurt said, "let's hear it."

"After I say something about me, you say something about you."

Kurt didn't like the idea of telling Blaine even more than he'd already told. Still, he agreed.

"When I went to public school," Blaine said, "I played soccer. I really miss it."

"Oddly enough, I did end up on the football team."

"I had a crush on my brother's best friend."

"The first person I came out to was Mercedes."

"My favorite color is blue," Blaine said.

"You won my heart by playing Lady Gaga in the car the other day," Kurt said.

Blaine smiled, "You won my heart the first time you looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes."

Kurt felt the color rise in his cheeks. Blaine scooted closer and whispered into Kurt's neck, "Your turn."

Kurt tried to speak, but Blaine put his arm around him and held tight onto his waist. Blaine's smell was intoxicating. He could feel Blaine's eyes on him. He looked at Blaine.

"Your turn," Blaine repeated, leaning just a little closer. He could feel Blaine's breath on his face, the tips of his fingers pressing against his midsection.

Slow down. Slow down.

His body, however, was reacting to the situation with no intention of slowing down. He pressed his lips to Blaine's, lightly, slightly hesitating. He could feel Blaine smiling against his lips.

"You did this on purpose," Kurt said, their lips still touching.

"What ever do you mean?" Blaine teased. He caught Kurt's bottom lip between his and kissed, then drug his teeth across, just enough to make Kurt moan quietly.

He wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and kissed him hard. Blaine's tongue began to move it's way into Kurt's mouth and Kurt met his tongue with his own. Their tongues danced, exploring each other's mouths. Blaine pulled Kurt closer. Kurt fell against him, forgetting anything about the word slow. Blaine moaned into Kurt's mouth and broke away, kissing the crook of is neck.

Slipping past control, Kurt pressed against Blaine, letting moans escape his lips. Blaine moved his mouth to Kurt's shoulder. Blaine's hand pulled on the collar of Kurt's shirt, just enough to kiss the edge of his shoulder.

What was wrong with him, letting this boy stretch his clothes? He was sitting on Blaine's lap. They were alone in his room, on his bed.

Their eyes met.

"I'm sorry…" Blaine said, loosening his grip.

"If you say you're sorry one more time today…" Kurt said.

"Just…I shouldn't be…pushing things," Blaine said.

"Blaine, I'm sitting on your lap."

They both started laughing, a little awkwardly at first. Then, it turned into a giggle-fit that they couldn't control if they wanted to. When they finally caught their breath from laughter, Blaine really did push it. He found Kurt's ticklish spot, right under his arms, where his rib cage began. Out of bretah from laughing the first time, Kurt scrambled away.

The two laid down beside each other, both smiling, fingers laced.