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From IJustFellDownTheRabbitHole: You know when Kurt said "What do boys lips taste like" to Brittany, maybe he asks Blaine, they experiment and Blaine suddenly realizes he loves Kurt... or something like that

Lips

Blaine Anderson

Two words, one sign. Things that should not be making Kurt as nervous as he was right now. But he found himself wiping the sweat off his palms - and that was gross, thank you very much - before lifting a hand to tentatively knock at the door. It wasn't that Blaine ever made him feel unwelcome in his room; quite the opposite actually, he always encouraged Kurt to come over and hang out. But there was a significant difference between hanging out and what Kurt wanted to do today. Or namely what he wanted to discuss.

The door swung open and Blaine was smiling at him. "Kurt, you know you don't have to knock. Come on in." Kurt hesitantly made his way into the room, sitting on the edge of Blaine's bed nervously. Apparently it was obvious that something was up as Blaine sat next to him instantly, a hand on his arm. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"There's something I want to talk to you about… it's just a bit weird." Kurt fiddled with the edge of his scarf nervously. "I don't want you to think I'm prying or being rude or trying to judge you or anything like that, and I really don't want you to think -"

"Kurt," Blaine interrupted gently, "why don't you just tell me what's going on?"

Kurt nodded, taking a deep breath. "I - I was wondering whether you'd had any boyfriends before?"

"No, I haven't," Blaine said immediately. "You'd know yourself that it's hard to find guys who are out and proud our age and the only two that are here except us are dating each other." He pulled a face and Kurt laughed, feeling a little more at ease. "So no, none. Why do you ask? Have you?"

Kurt couldn't quite read the look on Blaine's face as he asked that and decided against asking. "No," he said instead. "McKinley wasn't exactly teeming with anybody who would admit they were gay and my only experience with anything involving a guy was my slightly stalker-ish crush on Finn and… yeah."

Blaine's hand squeezed his arm reassuringly. "I know."

Kurt waited a moment before realizing he would have to spell it out and risk offending his friend. "So… do you have any experience?"

"No boyfriends -"

"Doesn't always mean no experience." Kurt cringed at the slightly affronted look he was receiving. "This is what I meant by not wanting to offend you, and I promise I'm not insinuating that you fool around or anything, I'm just curious. We can drop it if you want."

Blaine shook his head. "It's alright, I understand. You just threw me off guard a little there. No, no experience either… except when Jeff kissed me on the cheek, just playing around. But he was with Nick of course so that hardly counts."

Kurt nodded. "Okay," he said quietly, wondering where to go from there. The silence that filled the room was far too awkward for his liking - in fact, Kurt couldn't remember the last time he and Blaine had experienced an awkward silence in their friendship. It wasn't a good thing.

"So," Blaine finally broke it, his voice just a bit on edge. "Why did you ask all of that?"

Kurt sighed. "I was thinking about some of my McKinley experiences and - oh, I haven't told you about that yet… um. Do you count experience with a girl as experience?"

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "You have experience with a girl?"

"I might have made out with one of the cheerleaders - Brittany, you sort of know her - when I thought I had to be straight to get my dad to like me." Kurt resisted the urge to blush as he remembered the awkwardness of the whole situation, how incredibly turned off he had been by it all and the realization that he never had to try and change because his father had loved him just the same no matter what. It was a memory Kurt had always tried to put out of his head, but this time he couldn't.

Blaine's expression turned sympathetic and all the tension dissipated. "I never realized you had issues with your dad," he said gently. "I mean, I know it's all good now but I guess I thought it had always been good."

Kurt shrugged. "We were always good. I just got confused. Anyway, so I made out with Brittany and it did nothing for me at all. And when we were kissing, I may have asked her what boys lips taste like, awkward moment right there, and she didn't really give me a good answer. Brittany's been around all of the guys anyway, I don't think kissing means a thing to her anymore. So I thought… I thought I'd come and ask someone who would hopefully feel the same as me when they kissed a boy."

Somehow Blaine had followed along and understood. "I wish I could be of more help, but it's something I've found myself wondering about too. I've kissed a girl in truth or dare and, like you said, it just does nothing. It actually got me a bit worried that when I did kiss a guy for the first time, the same thing would happen."

"I know what you mean." Kurt was suddenly hyper-aware of Blaine's hand still resting on his arm and swallowed roughly. "Do… do you think it'll be alright for us?"

"Oh, I'm sure it will," Blaine said, just as Kurt realized how his statement could have been misconstrued and blushed violently. "After all, Nick and Jeff seem very happy together and they kiss a lot. I don't know why I've never thought of asking them…"

Blaine's voice trailed off and Kurt coughed sheepishly. "I may have asked Jeff, but the second I mentioned the words 'Nick' and 'lips' in the same sentence, he was on another planet and then disappeared shortly after in the direction of Nick's room." Blaine laughed, his hand tightening slightly on Kurt's arm in the process. "So that was no help."

"I don't think anybody else can explain it for you anyway," Blaine said slowly. "I think it's something you really have to experience before you can understand it."

Don't think about how much you want to kiss him!

"Yeah, I think so." Kurt sighed, looking down at the floor. "If it ever happens."

The next thing he knew, a pair of fingers were under his chin, turning his head to look at Blaine who suddenly looked fierce. "Believe me, you're going to find someone. Guys would have to be crazy not to notice you." A second later, Blaine's eyes widened, Kurt's following behind a moment later as he realized the implications behind what Blaine had just said. Did he just… does he?

Now it was Blaine's turn to sink into himself as if he wanted to disappear and Kurt's turn to pull him out. "Hey," Kurt said quietly, waiting until Blaine reluctantly looked at him, color flooding his cheeks. "There is one sure fire way we can find out how boys lips taste."

"What's that?"

Kurt sighed quietly but chalked Blaine's obliviousness up to embarrassment. "Well… you're a guy, I'm a guy, we both like guys… do the math?"

And before Blaine could say anything, Kurt was closing the gap between them and kissing Blaine softly on the lips. He was still taking a risk - after all, Kurt might have read the signs wrong and Blaine was embarrassed about something completely different - but when Blaine began to kiss him back, he knew he had gotten it right, thank god. It took a few seconds for Kurt to remember why he was supposed to be kissing Blaine and quickly focused on the task at hand; trying to work out what Blaine's lips tasted like.

When they finally resurfaced, Kurt just shook his head. "You really can't describe it, can you?"

"Not at all," Blaine murmured, slightly out of breath. "Not for lack of trying though. Is it good?"

Kurt simply rolled his eyes. "You tell me," he said, shuffling back so he was leaning against the wall. Blaine shook his head and joined him, leaving a small amount of distance between them as if he wasn't sure where to go from there. "That wasn't just 'practice' for you, was it?" Kurt asked, suddenly hesitant even though he knew the answer.

"Definitely not. You?"

Kurt pretended to weigh it up before laughing. "Not at all. Though practice is a valuable tool and we should never forget that and I'm quite content to spend months trying to work out what boys taste like."

"You know," Blaine mused, "someday we might get guys come to us and ask the same question. We really need to do our best to have an answer for them."

Kurt caught on instantly, winking at Blaine. "More practice required?" he asked innocently.

"Get over here."

MusicalEscape:

"RAWR! Fear me, for I am Karofsky!"

"Ah! What ever shall I do?"

"Never fear, Captain Blaine is here! I'll save you with my powers of hair gel, Warbling, and cottage cheese!"

"...suddenly, I no longer want to be the Lois Lane to your Superman. Can we go back to the Victorian romance?"