Today is a very important and special day for all of us Kiss readers but especially for me.

Today my baby is six months old.

That's right, I started posting this story six months ago today. You guys have been getting a chapter a day of Klaine for six months now. Six months. I can't stop saying six months because six months. I can't believe it. Some days it feels like I just started about a month ago, other days I can't remember life before I was posting a chapter every day. It's amazing and so very crazy.

From GleeWicked (Anonymous): Kurt, Blaine, Wes and David are doing a word association game and they start saying people's name. someone says 'Blaine' as a word and Kurt says 'boyfriend' or 'kiss' in response without really thinking about it.

Association

"How on earth are you failing English?"

Wes paused his pacing long enough to throw Blaine a frantic look. "I thought I was doing fine! Well, maybe not fine," he amended when David snorted. "But C's were keeping me on a pass and then I completely flunked the last exam and now I'm down to a D average and if I don't ace this next assessment, I'll be off the council!"

Blaine shook his head, trying not to look too amused. "Well, I guess you'll have to study, won't you?"

"That's the thing, I can't!" Wes threw up his hands and fell backwards, thankfully landing on David's computer chair in the process. "Well, I mean, I can study for the exam. But part of it is this weird 'whole class participation' thing where we do word association and throw words around to test our knowledge of the language and I can't do that!"

"Why not?"

Wes sighed. "I just choke up. I can't think of anything, or I think of a word and then I decide it isn't right when it actually was and I over think -"

"You also tend to ramble," David chipped in helpfully, ignoring the glare that came his way as a result. "Look, why don't we help you with it?"

"Help with what?"

Kurt wandered through the door, texting someone madly. "We need to help Wes out so he doesn't flunk English," Blaine explained.

That caught Kurt's attention. "Wes, you're flunking English?" he said in disbelief, pocketing the phone and staring at Wes in shock. "Why didn't you tell me, I'm in your class! And I'm on straight B's, I could have helped you out."

Blaine and David both turned in unison to look at Wes who at least had the grace to look sheepish. "I thought you were struggling to get used to the class load… I didn't think to ask."

"English doesn't really change all that much from school to school, it's all down to the assigned books and, contrary to popular belief, I actually like Shakespeare. So that gives me an advantage straight away." Kurt plopped down on the bed next to Blaine who considered shuffling over to give Kurt more room then changed his mind - there was noproblem with a little proximity after all. "Where are you struggling?"

"The word association thing."

Kurt nodded. "Okay, I see where David was headed. Let's run through it a few times and get you used to it. Remember, all you need to do is say the first word that comes to mind. You might get it wrong a few times but the more you think about it, the worse it's going to end up for you." Slipping off the bed, Kurt settled himself on the floor and gestured for the others to join him so they made a square of sorts with Wes across from Kurt. "Okay, so we'll go around in a circle. David, you start, we'll go around clockwise so Wes can get an idea before it's his turn."

"Any word?" David asked.

Kurt shrugged. "Start simple. It'll get weird pretty quick but we can try to keep it on some kind of normal plane for the first while."

David thought for a second, looking around the room until his eye caught on the mirror. "Glass," he said.

"Cup," Kurt immediately responded, turning to Blaine.

Remembering the rules - because Blaine had never actually done anything like this - Blaine did his best not to think too much into it. "Water," he said, shrugging a little before smiling when Kurt nodded his approval.

Wes frowned. "Ocean?" Kurt nodded again and the relief was tangible on the Head Warbler's face. Blaine had to hide a smirk at how much this was stressing Wes out before realizing he had been exactly the same before his French midterm. If only Kurt had been around last year…

"Beach," David said happily and Blaine grinned as well. David's beach house was the best Blaine had ever seen and he was fully expecting an invitation in the summer to spend long lazy days out on the beach, doing absolutely nothing. Without really meaning to, Blaine made a note to ask David whether Kurt could join them.

Kurt was smiling as well. "Holidays."

And that was definitely a pleasant thought - only a few more months and they would be out for three months of relaxation. Speaking of which… "Road trip," Blaine offered up, winking at Wes who shook his head. Last summer, all of the Warblers had gotten together, hired a minibus and travelled for a few days down the coast. It had easily been one of Blaine's best summers ever and he fully intended to find out who was available to do the same thing in the coming summer, especially now that Kurt was one of them. Something about the boy just seemed to tell Blaine that it would be a whole lot more interesting if he came.

Wes looked relieved - clearly his next word was easy. "Warblers," he said confidently, still looking at Kurt for confirmation which was given. Apparently Wes was much more at ease about it and Blaine only hoped this confidence would last in the classroom.

"Blaine," David said suddenly and Blaine glanced over, a question already on his lips before he realized that David was still playing the game. He rolled his eyes before turning to Kurt to see what he would say in response to that, maybe just a little bit more curious about this one than about the others.

"Hot."

And by the time Blaine had actually comprehended the word, Kurt was gone.

"Did he just…" David turned to Wes who looked shocked. "He just called Blaine hot?"

"I think so." Wes turned to Blaine, one eyebrow raised. "Blaine, what do you know about this?"

Blaine just shook his head. "Maybe it was a mistake?" he offered, because it was probably a really bad idea to get his hopes up right now, especially since he had just realized that Kurt thinking he was hot was actually a really good thing.

"I doubt it," David said. "Remember, this is about saying the first thing that comes to mind and apparently the first thing that Kurt thinks about when he sees Blaine is that he's hot." And there was the smirk, reflected on both of their faces. "What do you think about that, huh?"

Blaine sighed. "I think that's between me and Kurt… crap. I should probably have gone after him already." Without waiting for any comments - and he was sure that, given the opportunity, David would have made a particularly lewd innuendo - Blaine was heading out of the room and down the hall to Kurt's room, hoping the boy was there.

He wasn't. But his car keys were still on his desk, at least telling Blaine that Kurt was still at Dalton. So Blaine set off, slowly working his way through Kurt's favourite hangouts at Dalton and allowing his mind to whir as he did. So, if Kurt said that off the top of his head, he thinks I'm hot. And if he had just said it and stuck around, well, that would have been ignorable. But this… he ran. And if he ran, it means he has something to hide which means there's something more to him thinking I'm hot than just that. There's something behind it.

Kurt likes me.

Blaine actually froze mid-step as that realization hit him, mainly because it was quickly followed by another telling him that he wanted Kurt to like him. Because maybe he liked Kurt back.

And it was probably a good thing that Blaine had chosen that particular patch of hallway to have his 'moment' on because otherwise he would have missed the flash of movement in the choir room to his left. The flash of movement that was wearing outrageously tight skinny jeans.

"Kurt?" Blaine said quietly, pushing the door open fully and inadvertently stepping right into Kurt's path where he had clearly been pacing. His hair was messed up and Blaine could tell he had been tugging at it, one of Kurt's tells when he was upset. "What's wrong?"

Kurt turned to stare at him, his eyes almost wild. "What's wrong? What do you think is wrong?"

"I don't know," Blaine said carefully, taking a step towards Kurt. "Everything seems right to me." And that was very true - it felt like a weight had been lifted from Blaine that he hadn't known he was carrying, that he was free to live and love and tell Kurt how he felt. Which was probably a priority. "So, you think I'm hot."

He had hoped that, put gently enough, it could lead into a conversation. Instead, Kurt groaned loudly and flopped onto one of the couches, burying his head in the armrest. "I know, I know," came out, muffled into the leather. "It's mortifying enough, just take your moment, bolster your ego and go."

Frowning, Blaine crossed the room and knelt in front of Kurt. "What do you mean?"

"I know you don't feel the same and this is pretty much hilarious right now. Yes, I think you're hot. No, I don't want to talk about what that means. Let's just let it go."

And, okay, Kurt's voice was just a bit too heartbroken for Blaine to handle. As gently as possible, Blaine reached under Kurt's chin and lifted it so he had to look up. "Hey," he said quietly. "Do you think I'd ever follow you just to make fun of you?" Kurt blinked at him, clearly not sure what to say and Blaine sighed. "I know you're used to being rejected or laughed at when a guy finds out you think he's attractive or you're interested, but I'm not like that. For one, I actually play for your team. But even if I didn't, I would never treat you that way."

"I know." Kurt rolled his eyes and Blaine could tell it was at himself. "Sorry about all that. Can we just forget all that happened?"

"No."

Kurt frowned. "I don't see why we need to talk about it, Blaine."

"Do you like me?"

For close to half a minute, there was absolute silence. Blaine simply stared at Kurt, waiting, willing him with his eyes to just tell the truth. And something must have worked because Kurt finally nodded, dropping his eyes. Blaine stayed silent, waiting. "Yes," Kurt murmured. "And now that that's out of the way -"

"We can do this?" Blaine interrupted, waiting until Kurt looked up again in confusion before resting one palm against his cheek softly and leaning in to kiss him. And where that idea had come from, Blaine couldn't honestly say, but it was probably one of the better ones he'd ever had, even if Kurt hadn't actually started kissing him back yet. Except… maybe that meant something, and Blaine pulled away to stare at Kurt in concern who looked dazed. "I'm sorry, was that too forward? I'm so sorry, I should have asked -"

"Shut up and kiss me again."

Blaine froze in shock before a smirk curved across his face. "Kurt Hummel!" he teased. "Do you kiss with that mouth?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. You tell me."

And yes, Kurt did kiss with that mouth. If you had asked Blaine at that moment, he wouldn't have been able to tell you about the weather outside, the color of his blazer or his own middle name, but he could tell you exactly how Kurt's lips felt against his.

As they broke apart, Blaine grabbed Kurt's waist and pulled him closer, eliciting a squeak from the other boy. "And if you hadn't run out, do you know what the next word would have been in our little game there?"

Kurt shook his head, his eyes wide and slightly glazed over. Blaine smirked and leaned in so his lips were brushing against Kurt's ear, whispering the single word and delighting in the shiver that resulted from it.

"Kurt."

MusicalEscape:

"Kurt, I messed up on Valentines Day."

"Really? How so?"

*sigh* "I sang to a closeted mop in a GAP store, not because I liked HIM, but because I fell in love with his silky locks."

"Blaine. Really? Never do that again or I will personally see to it that your shampoo bottle *accidentally* gets switched out with orange hair dye."