A/N – How ironic, Hey Soul Sister as a song for Blaine and Kurt. And it's becoming ridiculous, me promising I don't choose the songs. I really don't. Those are just the kind of songs I have on my iPod.

Your sweet moonbeam,
the smell of you
in every single dream I dream
I knew when we collided,
you're the one I have decided
who's one of my kind

Kurt was sleeping peacefully, his head resting on Blaine's chest. Blaine sat there on the couch in his and Kurt's dorm room (yeah, Blaine had asked to move from a single to be with Kurt), and thought about the first day he saw Kurt.

"Next time don't forget your jacket ne kid, you'll fit right in"

Blaine said that with his perfect smile, and went to sing the perfect song, Everything was too perfect, Too much he could actually puke any second now. But he couldn't stop. Kurt was too good. He NEEDED to make impression on that soprano.

He remembers himself singing the song. Teenage Dream. Katy Perry. Could anyone ask for more?

"How was it?" he asked after he finally reached the boy's hand and invited him for some coffee with Wes and David.

"You sing amazing. And I will forgive you for choosing Katy Perry song." And he winked. Kurt Hummel was winking at him. At the short sighted, curly haired, short Blaine.

"So coffee in ten minutes. I am going to call Wes and David. Meet you there?"

He saw Kurt nodding and went to his friends. Wes sat on the stage, his legs hanging in the air. Next to him stood David, his hands resting on a chair.

"Don't start please. I saw your eyes lighting when he came in with you. But please Blaine, Please…" Wes sounded too frustrated.

Blaine just couldn't resist, so he looked at David with his puppy dog eyes.

"I hate you… Just say it already. But please, not too much of the details. We're still straight."

Blaine took a deep breathe in and then – "Oh. My. God. His perfect eyes! His perfect hair! His perfect mouth! I want to kiss this mouth. I want to feel this hair. His perfect voice of an angel. His body! I need to… I need to rip his shirt off, Kiss that body until –"

"Dude! Don't tell us that! Please!" Wes almost yelled.

Blaine blinked slowly, a huge grin on his face. "His waiting at the coffee place. For the three of us."

He remembers himself thinking dirty about what he could do with Kurt. Imagining it, not letting anyone know.

Before they sat to table, Wes said matter-of-factly:

"You know, out next sond is Hey Soul Sister. You can sing it to him. He'd love it. You know, all the "I knew when we collided" bullshit. He looks like someone to like this. And plus – it's like – SO gay!"

Blaine looked at his friend. He slapped the back of his head, and with the biggest smile ever, sat in front of Kurt.

A love at first sight. And this perfect man was sleeping in his lap now. How perfect.