The Kiss

Kurt needed tutoring.

Blaine noticed first how Kurt was having extra trouble in history. Kurt mentioned how his old school wasn't at all challenging and he was a straight A student. But here, school was fortunately very different, but he wasn't used to it being so challenging.

Blaine was very good in history.

So he offered to tutor. That's how he found himself back on the Hummel's doorstep for the first time since the dinner fiasco. Blaine was still embarrassed about that.

Burt answered the door, giving Blaine a wide smile and a pat on the shoulder. "Hey, Blaine, good to see you." Blaine quite liked Burt, even though he may or may not have been scared of him the first time he met him.

"I'm good, thank you." Blaine replied in his polite, always polite, voice. "Where's Kurt?"

"He's in his room." Burt gestured to the stairs, Blaine headed for them. "Door open, please."

He was so glad he was already half way up the steps so Burt wouldn't see his blush.

He found Kurt's room quickly, thankfully with no awkward confrontations with Finn. Kurt was on the floor, lying on his side. Of all things, he was reading Harry Potter. He looked incredibly attractive in his sweatpants and white t-shirt. Blaine noticed some of his hip was showing from his shirt all ridden up – he's never seen him in something so casual.

"My favorite book," Blaine said, Kurt raised his eyes from the pages and smiled at the older boy.

"I'm giving it a try," Kurt said, putting the book off to the side. "So, have you thought about it?"

Blaine took a seat on the floor opposite Kurt. "What?"

"It's been a week."

Blaine shook his head. "The answer is no, for now."

"Whyyyy?" Kurt whined.

Blaine chuckled softly. "I might change my mind. It takes me a while to decide these things, Kurt."

"You're frustrating." Kurt sounded cute when he pouted.

"And you're not gonna get any better at history if you keep whining. So sit up."

Kurt obeyed and opened his book to start on the chapter he was having most trouble in.

They studied for nearly two hours with Blaine doing most of the talking, until he quizzed Kurt on the section. Sometimes Kurt would zone out and just stare at Blaine. But he didn't really mind Kurt's staring like he would with most people. Kurt looked at him differently. He stared at him like…like…Blaine didn't know how to place the way he stared.

Blaine never noticed Kurt's eyes were blue before.

Blaine cut off mid-sentence. Kurt was licking his lip. He was licking his lip with his hair rumpled and shirt showing some of his stomach-

Kurt noticed he was staring back and smiled widely.

Blaine's eyes darted back to the textbook, his cheeks betraying him when they colored a dark pink.

"Okay, quiz time," Blaine said. Kurt was moving. He was moving closer. "What was the main way to travel long distances in the nineteenth century?"

"Canals." Kurt moved to lie next to the college student, his face just about two inches away from his.

"And what was the consequence of prohibition?"

"Organized crime."

"And how was the economy affected in the 1970s?" Blaine's voice cracked twice.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered. He moved the book out of Blaine's lap, Blaine didn't move. "Can you look at me?"

Blaine refused to move his head. He couldn't, he was paralyzed. He couldn't remember the last time someone was so close to him.

"Blaine?" He didn't shake a muscle. "What do you think of me?"

"You're my best friend," Blaine replied, his voice surprisingly choked up. "I-I mean, I like you, you're really nice."

Kurt looked concerned suddenly when he heard Blaine's tone. "Are you okay?" he asked, and placed his hand on Blaine's cheek.

Blaine flinched back and stood up quickly, scaring Kurt in the process. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He moved his hands to his hair, pulling it harshly. "I-I can't do this, K-Kurt! You've been so kind to me and you listen to me and you haven't-"

"Blaine, please calm down." He took a step towards Blaine, who moved until his back was against Kurt's door. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I swear."

"You weren't…I liked you being close to me." Blaine pulled his hands away from his hair to hug himself tightly. "I just, I know we've only known each other for a couple months, but I already feel like you're one of the greatest friends I've ever had."

Kurt smiled softly. "Even when you were at Dalton?"

Blaine sighed deeply. "I didn't talk to anyone there, really." He moved to sit down, his back against Kurt's bed. "I'm sorry I'm always doing this."

Kurt sat beside him, making sure their arms weren't touching. "Doing what?"

"Freaking out."

"I think you're just shy." Kurt gave him a warm smile, and Blaine just had to smile back, teeth and all. No one ever blames his freak outs on shyness before. It felt like a compliment.

"Besides, I live with Finn, I'm used to freak outs." Blaine laughed. Not chuckled, or snickered, but laughed, his mouth open.

He's too cute, Kurt thought.

"Another accomplishment," Kurt whispered.

"Huh?" Blaine asked.

"I made you laugh." Kurt smiled as Blaine's own grew.

He nodded and agreed. "You make me laugh. It feels good."

"I'm glad," Kurt said softly. Why were they suddenly much closer than they were two seconds ago? Why could he feel Blaine's warm breath on his cheeks?

Why were Blaine's lips suddenly on his?

It felt so right it was almost wrong.

Blaine pulled back, his eyes not unlike an owl's.

"Wow." Was all he could say.

"I didn't even know you were gay," Kurt acknowledged.

"I thought I made it obvious."

Kurt looked at him incredulously. "You made nothing obvious. You're the most subtle person in Michigan." Blaine laughed again, and leaned over to give another chaste kiss.

"Okay," the college student said said.

"Okay, what?"

"I'll go to Sectionals."

Kurt grinned victoriously. "Yay!" They kissed again. Blaine liked the feeling of his soft lips.

They felt nice, soft-

-and real.

Sorry this is kinda rushed and it took so long. Please review!