Kurt was freaking out.

It had been an hour since Blaine just up and kissed him, then LEFT, and Kurt couldn't stop pacing back and forth through his living room.

What was that? Well, he knew it was a goodbye kiss, obviously, but why was the real question, he supposed.

Kurt didn't know whether to be fuming or jumping up and down out of excitement or disgusted or what, so he paced.

"Okay," Kurt said out loud to himself. "Let's just think through this rationally."

Kurt moved to sit back down on the couch, before remembering that that's where the kiss had taken place, so he moved to his bedroom instead, and sank down into the lounge chair he had placed in there.

"Okay. Blaine kissed me. Blaine kissed me. Blaine kissed me! Again..." Kurt said to himself, trying to sort it out and come to terms with what was happening. So he thought through what he already knew.

He and Blaine had kissed- twice, now. And sure, he had realized that Blaine wasn't a kid anymore... but he had just come to this conclusion a few hours ago. This was all too much too soon. He might have realized that Blaine isn't a kid anymore, but where did that put him now? Just because he realized Blaine wasn't a kid didn't mean he had to like him, necessarily.

But, then again, after that story Blaine had just told him, he had realized that Blaine had been through so much in his lifetime. He was so strong. He had grown and matured and dealt with so many horrible things, and he came out stronger because of it. He had grown into a wonderful, strong, passionate young man.

And then he had comforted Kurt, saying all of those wonderful things and he was just so nice and considerate and cute and whoa, now Kurt was physically attracted to him all of a sudden? How and when had that happened?

Well, he supposed he had some clue that he found Blaine attractive, but he had never given it a second thought before... ah, fuck it. Who was he kidding. He had been attracted to Blaine since he walked through the kitchen door a few months ago in Lima. He had just been lying to himself these past months so he wouldn't have to admit that he was super attracted to Blaine Anderson, and now he just wanted to bend him over and fu- NO! Shit.

What had he gotten himself into? This was Blaine, for Christ's sake.

But then he thought back to what his dad had said to him on phone- don't miss what's right in front of you now. He had felt nothing the first time Blaine had kissed him, and that first kiss had definitely been way more passionate. But the kiss that had just happened, even thought it was literally only a second long peck, had sent him reeling.

So, obviously, something had changed between then and now. Just... what? His dad told him not to miss what was right in front of him now, but Kurt wasn't sure what that was. He didn't know what to look for.

Even though he didn't see Blaine as a kid anymore, it didn't mean he had to see him as anything else besides a friend, right? I mean, they worked well together as friends. Blaine was easily the best friend Kurt had had, after only a few months of being reunited.

Kurt left out a sigh and sunk further down into the chair. His heart was still pounding. It had been an hour and his heart was still fucking pounding.

So he decided to go to bed. He would sleep on it and figure things out in the morning.

Only problem: he couldn't sleep. His mind was reeling and his heart was about to beat out of his chest.

So he got out of bed and made his way into the kitchen, thinking he could fix himself a midnight snack.

Another problem: he didn't have an appetite. Just one look at the food in his refrigerator and he felt like he was going to be sick.

What was happening? He had never felt this way before. He couldn't even place what he was feeling. In the forefront of his mind was confusion and excitement and anxiety, but in the background... Shit.

Could it be possible that he might like Blaine Anderson?

It's been a week. One week since Kurt last saw Blaine. One week since they had kissed. And while Kurt missed his best friend like crazy, he was honestly grateful for the time they spent apart so he could gather his thoughts.

He still hadn't come to any real conclusions, though. He wasn't sure what had happened that night, but a few days later and Kurt was finally feeling back to normal.

Which is why he finally was the one to call up Blaine to see if they could hang out.

"Hey, Blaine. I get off work tonight around 6 tonight. Want to meet me at the office and hang out for a bit? We could try out this new restaurant that just opened."

"I'd love that," Blaine said through the telephone line. "I'll see you soon."

Kurt was relieved Blaine hadn't mentioned the kiss or seemed awkward about it. But, as it turns out, Kurt should have worried about himself being awkward more so than Blaine, as he unfortunately learned when Blaine showed up to pick him up.

Blaine knocked on the door before entering, just like he always did. Kurt turned around just as the younger man was entering, and froze.

Holy shit. Did Blaine always look that good? Kurt couldn't see anything different about the man. No change in hair style or clothes or cologne or anything. So why did Blaine suddenly look at least ten times hotter than he did to Kurt last week?

"Hey you," Blaine greeted Kurt after a few seconds of awkward silence, during which Kurt openly gaped at Blaine. "Are you... uh... are you ready to go?"

"What?" Kurt snapped out of his daze. "Oh! Hey! Sorry, yeah. Long day... Yeah, let's go."

And so the two men departed from the office and walked the few blocks to the restaurant, during which Kurt internally fought with himself over whether or not he should hold Blaine's hand. Where did that thought even come from? Ughhh!

Unfortunately, dinner wasn't much better. Blaine did most of the talking, while Kurt stared, spilled his drink three times, literally drooled spaghetti sauce all over himself, and tripped over his chair in an attempt to get up to go to the bathroom.

"Kurt... are you okay?" Blaine finally asked, after having put up with Kurt's strange behavior for most of their meal.

"Huh, what?" Kurt startled, snapping out of his daze... again.

"I asked if you are okay. You seem... distracted."

"Oh! Uhhh, yeah. That. Ummm... I'm fine! I'm just... tired. Yeah. Tired. Nothing else. Sorry," Kurt rambled, then looked down at his plate, blushing.

Blaine observed Kurt in silence for a few seconds, before shrugging off the odd behavior and continuing with his meal in silence.

Blaine couldn't help but wonder if Kurt was upset with him for kissing him last week. Blaine hadn't meant any harm by it. It was just a simple, friendly good bye kiss. And Kurt hadn't seemed to mind. But he was still nervous. That's why he had given him his space and let him call first to make plans for them to hang out again. But Kurt didn't seem upset. In fact, he seemed the exact opposite. He seemed really happy to see him. He was just... distracted, for some reason.

Well, whatever it was that was distracting Kurt, Blaine was sure he would figure it out eventually. Until then, he'd just let it go and hope things got back to normal soon.

A/N: Short chapter is short. But I hope that what it lacks in length, it makes up for in content :)

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