"It's that time."

Blaine rolled over and rubbed his eyes. "Mmh?"

"You said, and I quote, 'Maybe I'll ask him at Valentine's Day. That's a month and a half to recover.' Before Christmas in regards to Kurt." Wes chirped, plopping on Blaine's bed. "So how are you going to do it? Make him a rainbow cake that says 'Got sex?'"

"You spend too much time on the internet." Blaine reached his hand out and smacked Wes' side, the only thing he could really reach while still laying down.

"Come on, come on, come on. Love is about to happen." Wes began shaking Blaine. "Get up."

"I'm going to kick you in the balls." Blaine threatened, sitting up. "Really, really hard."

"You can't back out, Anderson. David and I won't let you do it. I'm sick of the googly eyes. It's nausea inducing."

"Go." Blaine pointed at the door.

"No. David gave me a key. He welcomed me here."

"Did not." David mumbled into his own pillow. "Thief. "

"It's too early for this." Blaine groaned.

"Wait. You're not getting all flustered, just annoyed." Wes said, eyes widening. "What happened? Did you two get together?"

David sat up quickly, turning to face them.

"No." Blaine shrugged, pulling the blanket over his head.

"You know, he hasn't really been staring at Kurt in French class like he used to." David said thoughtfully.

"NO! You!" Wes pointed. "Who did you meet and where? You said two weeks ago to shut up about it, you'd ask him out for Valentine's Day! And I shut up and you meet someone?"

"Newsflash. Kurt and I are friends. We went to see a musical last week and our arms didn't even touch. Not once. We are just friends." Blaine sat up. "So get off of my case."

"How many times have you met this new person? Who is it? Is it the guy in Chemistry? Because, Blainers, he looks like a creeper."

"He doesn't go here."

"Well where does he go? Your old school?"

"He… graduated."

"Last year?"

"Uh… give or take… three years?" Blaine bit his lip.

"What?" David asked.

"We worked so hard to get you and Kurt together and we're this close and you're bailing on us? Blaine, you're seventeen."

"For two more months." Blaine scoffed.

"Where did you meet this guy?"

"The bookstore. We both reached for the same book and—."

"Don't care." David interrupted. "Too old. Go ask Kurt out."

"Only hipsters hang out at that bookstore. No." Wes shook his head. "Absolutely not. He probably wears clothes from the thrift store—and not the awesome ones. The bad ones."

"Actually he wears clothes from the Gap because that's where he works and if we were to get married, I'd get a 50% discount." Blaine snapped.

"That means he is a hipster." David shook his head. "Blaine, trust me. You wouldn't last. Hipsters don't like popular music. They listen to independent stuff. He wouldn't let you listen to Katy Perry or Kelly Clarkson."

Blaine looked alarm for a few seconds and then rolled his eyes. "I could listen to independent music."

"What are you so afraid of?" David asked, very seriously. "That you and Kurt might actually fall in love? That he might be the one? That you might have to open up to him? That he won't accept you?"

"I bet it's all of the above. Being with someone three years older… That just sets him up for failure. Not to mention, Blaine, there is only one thing he could even want if he's willing to hang around with a seventeen year old." Wes added.

"You guys are not my parents." Blaine stood, going to their shared closet and pulling out some clean uniform pants. "And I really like this guy… so I'd appreciate it if you could not do this whole thing, okay?"

"But you really liked Kurt three weeks ago."

"And now I like Jeremiah."

"Don't be ridiculous. You're setting yourself up for failure." Wes rolled his eyes. "You deserve a real shot at love and you're tossing it out the window."

"Well I already asked Kurt yesterday and he thinks it's a great idea to serenade Jeremiah."

"What?" David yelped.

"Did he know you were talking about someone else?" Wes questioned.

"I wasn't… specific." Blaine said slowly. "If everyone agrees, we're all going to sing When I Get You Alone to Jeremiah at the Gap."

David burst into laughter.

"You're joking, right?" Wes asked, expression serious.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"There is no way everyone will vote for that. Don't worry." David reassured Wes.

"Oh come on. Everyone would jump off a bridge if Blaine asked them to." Wes scoffed. "You can't do this, Blaine. If you weren't specific that means Kurt probably thinks you're going to serenade him."

"No. He doesn't. Can't he be genuinely happy for his friend who found a possible boyfriend?"

"Blaine, need I remind you that Kurt's brother is a 6'3'' brother? Do you really want to get on that guy's bad side?"

"You know what?" Blaine stood. "Why don't you guys let me make my own decisions?"

"Alrighty then." Wes shrugged. "Best of luck to you, Blainers. By the way, you may want to style your hair before you go out. Kurt was in the hall."

"I have no one to impress." Blaine opened his door, saw Kurt at the end of the hall, and shut the door back. "But you know, I really am pretty unpresentable."

"Uh huh." David and Wes exchanged looks.

"Shut up."

…

"I can't believe you all let me do that." Blaine groaned, opening his French notebook. How was he so stupid? Serenading a guy with a sex song in a Gap?

"Well considering the googly eyes you and Kurt were making during Silly Love Songs, I'm pretty sure you've rectified the stupidity you exhibited." David said, not seemingly overly interested.

"He told me that he likes me." Blaine said, looking in awe. "That took a lOt of courage, didn't it?"

"It did." David said.

"Maybe you should get up a little courage. There are still two and a half hours left of Valentine's Day." Wes grinned.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean why don't you and Kurt sneak out, go get some cheesecake or cookie cake or whatever it was Kurt likes so much?"

"Cheesecake." Blaine said without hesitation. "And I don't know. I mean, I don't think there are hard feelings but wouldn't it be awkward?"

"Not if you two don't make it awkward. It wasn't awkward at the Lima Bean." David pointed out. "Just don't joke about it… and pay."

"Pay?"

"Face the facts, Blainers." Wes said. "Eventually you two are going to date. It's common knowledge. So start manning up and acting that way."

"I just serenaded another guy in a Gap." Blaine deadpanned.

"Which is exactly why you need to act like you like Kurt. If you don't, he might move on. And you remember who has their eye on him…"

"Fine." Blaine hopped up, grabbed his wallet, and made his way down to the junior commons area. He came to a halt at Kurt's door and knocked quietly, putting his hands in his pockets.

A minute later, the door opened and Kurt poked his head out. He looked at Blaine, blue eyes widening in shock.

"So there are two hours left of Valentine's Day. Think we can salvage it?" Blaine gave a lopsided, adorable smile.

"Excuse me?" Kurt asked.

"Well I kind of ruined yours and I was thinking maybe I could… make it right?"

"It's ten at night. Curfew is up in fifteen minutes."

"Well I happen to know that they're doing dorm checks in the freshman dorms tonight, not juniors or seniors. I'll text David and they'll let us know if it's safe to come in my dorm window since I'm on the bottom floor."

Kurt stared at him, unsure.

"I wouldn't get you in trouble." Blaine held out his hand. "Trust me. Come on."

"Let me grab my wallet and shoes." Kurt said, turning to go back into his dorm.

"Don't bother with the wallet. It's on me." Blaine gave a charming smile

Kurt looked at him, confusion etched across his face. He didn't protest, though. Instead he grabbed his jacket and put his shoes on. When he had finished locking his dorm door, he took Blaine's hand which was outstretched again.

Blaine took a deep breath before leading Kurt out of Dalton, wondering where exactly it all would go from here.

And also how Kurt's hands were so damn soft.