Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur...

I've been in bed all day. I doubt I'll sleep tonight but it was lovely nonetheless. Work is still killing me but my manager pretty much loves me now so I can't complain.

From Klainebows Everywhere (Anonymous) and similarly prompted by Klaineforthewin: Carole conveniently leaves them alone in the house for two hours and what-are-you-talking-about-Kurt-the-dining-room-is-always-bathed-in-the-romantic-glow-of-vanilla-scented-candles-and-set-up-for-a-date.

So they didn't get together during Original Song. They sang the duet and all that, but not as a couple. This happens during the hiatus :)

Candlelit

Blaine knew his reputation for making good plans wasn't exactly reputable.

Really, it all came down to the Gap Attack plan. Something that had seemed like such a good, romantic idea at the time had obviously turned out to be the biggest disaster the Warblers had ever done. It was only the fact that the Warblers needed him for Regionals that stopped them from kicking him out of the leading soloist position. But he was skating on thin ice, Wes had warned him.

And then there was the whole Blackbird thing, where Blaine had sworn to himself that he would go into that room and ask Kurt to not only be his duet partner, but his boyfriend too. But as soon as Kurt had asked him why he had chosen him, with that oh-so-gorgeous look of his, Blaine found himself completely tongue tied. Kurt had given him a moment, then gently suggested they go ahead and practice the song. And by the look on his face, Blaine knew he knew, but he also knew Kurt would give him all the time he needed to get there.

Which was why Kurt deserved the best. Kurt deserved something that they would both look back on later and not be ashamed of, or wish it had been done better. Kurt loved romance and he deserved it too. So Blaine knew he needed to enlist some help.

His mother was out of course. She was accepting, yes, but wasn't really the most romantic of people. The most romantic of the Warblers was probably Wes who had actually asked his girlfriend out instead of sticking his tongue down her throat then calling her his girlfriend; so clearly they were all out. Kurt's McKinley friends couldn't be trusted not to spill the secret too early, and Blaine only really knew Mercedes well enough to ask anyway. After the talk Blaine had had with Kurt's dad, he knew he would probably be signing his own death wish if he asked the man how to ask his son out.

And then Blaine thought of Carole. Kurt himself had said that she was a pretty good stepmom - she would never replace his mother of course, but she seemed to understand him. Plus, she might allow him to use the house which would help a lot considering Blaine wanted it to be a private moment between him and Kurt, which they really didn't get a lot.

So it was with trembling fingers that Blaine punched in Kurt's home number, praying that Finn wasn't the one to pick up. Something was on his side, however, as the voice coming down the line was definitely female. "Hudson-Hummel household?"

"Um, Mrs. Hudson-Hummel? This is Blaine, Kurt's friend." He wasn't sure whether the woman remembered him or not - come to think of it, he didn't know whether word of his talk with Burt had spread to her or not.

"Oh, Blaine! How are you?" The friendly tone suddenly changed. "Wait, is everything alright? Nothing's happened to Kurt has it?"

"No, not at all. It - it does involve Kurt though." Blaine knew his hesitance was obvious, but pressed forward anyway. "I want to do something special for him."

There was a knowing silence from the other end. "I'm liking the sound of this. How can I help?

Smiling, Blaine began to lay out his plans.

"Blaine?"

Blaine looked up from his textbook, doing his best to act surprised at Kurt's presence at his door. "Kurt! Hey, come in. What can I do for you?"

Kurt sat himself on Blaine's desk chair, his phone still in hand. "Carole wanted to know if you want to come for dinner tonight. If so, we need to leave fairly soon."

"I'd love to." Blaine stood, quickly ducking into his closet. "Just let me get a jacket."

As he re-emerged, pulling on the nicest jacket he owned, Kurt let out a low whistle. "Well, this is certainly a change."

Blaine elbowed Kurt lightly. "Hey, just because you're always the picture of fashion doesn't mean I'm a total hopeless case." Kurt simply gave him a look, and Blaine conceded. "Okay, I know. Maybe you're just wearing off on me."

Clearly that was the right answer, and enough to divert Kurt from wondering why Blaine wasn't in uniform or just wearing his Dalton hoodie and jeans like he normally did on the weekend. One hurdle cleared... many more to go.

The main issue was Blaine's nerves, which were in full force. The last thing he wanted was for Kurt to pick up on any of the plan before they arrived, so he made sure Kurt was the one doing most of the talking. That part was easy of course - simply mention the latest Vogue and Kurt was off with Blaine only having to add his agreement here and there. And this more than anything simply cemented the fact that Kurt Hummel was like no other guy that Blaine had ever met. Seriously, who else could spend two hours talking about Vogue?

It was upon their arrival at the Hudson-Hummel house that things got a bit touchy. "Hold on," Kurt said in confusion as he pulled into the driveway. "Finn's car isn't here. Neither is Dad's."

"Your dad probably went out to pick something up for Carole. And Finn - who's he dating at the moment?"

Kurt had to think about it for a second. "Quinn. Pretty sure anyway."

"Then he's probably at her place." Blaine received a slightly suspicious glance and realized he probably shouldn't have been so quick off the bat with his answers. However, Kurt seemed to accept it and let the matter be as they headed towards the front door.

Kurt opened the door and stepped in. "Carole?" he called. "It's me and Blaine."

"Oh, honey, I was just about to call you." Carole rushed out of the kitchen, drying her hands. "I've actually just been called in for an emergency shift at work and your dad had to work late as well. So it'll just be you and Blaine for dinner, I'm so sorry."

Kurt frowned. "What about Finn?"

"He's at Puck's house, I think." Carole grabbed her bag off the table by the door. "Anyway, dinner's all done and waiting in the kitchen for you. Blaine, I'm sorry to be so rude -"

"It's not a problem, Mrs. Hudson-Hummel," Blaine cut in, winking at her when Kurt turned to put his coat down. "These things happen. Thank you for cooking for us anyway."

The rest of his thanks were left unsaid, but both knew they were there. "You're welcome, Blaine. I'll try to get home as soon as possible - have a good night!"

Carole darted out the door, clearly in a hurry to get to 'work.' In all actuality, Blaine knew she was on her way to pick up Burt from the garage before heading out for a romantic dinner for the two. Blaine wasn't sure whether Burt was in on the plans but decided not to dwell on it, focusing on the plan. After all, Kurt was about to find out what was going on, if everything had gone to plan. "Shall we?" he asked, offering Kurt his arm.

"I think it should be the other way around, it's my house." But Kurt took his arm, leading them to the kitchen. Blaine did his best to hide a smirk. You'll see in due time, Kurt Hummel.

The second they pushed open the door, both boys froze. Blaine took in the sight in front of them - the candles, the table clearly set for two, even flowers on the table. She really outdid herself here. And Blaine knew that Kurt would have to be blind to not know what was really going on.

"What - what is this?" Kurt almost whispered, staring at the table.

"How about you take a seat?" The way Kurt turned to him a moment later confirmed the suspicion. Kurt definitely knew that this had been choreographed for him. "I'll explain in a little while, but something smells delicious and if you sit, I'll go and get it."

Usually Kurt would be arguing that he should be the one to serve Blaine, but he looked a bit too shell shocked to do anything but follow orders. Blaine could only hope it was the best kind of shock as he headed into the kitchen to see what Carole had cooked up. She had mentioned something about Kurt's favourite, something Blaine realized he didn't know about his friend. So seeing the two plates steaming on the stovetop with macaroni cheese and salad on them brought a smile to Blaine's face because hey, he had just learned something new about Kurt today.

Returning with the plates, Blaine found Kurt still sitting exactly where he had left him, glancing around at the candles. Without a word, he placed the dish in front of Kurt and put his down on his side of the table, remaining on his feet until Kurt looked at him.

"Blaine..." Kurt trailed off, clearly not sure what to say.

"I know. Just enjoy it for now, okay? We'll talk about it later." Blaine took his own seat, looking at the food in front of him appreciatively. "Carole always has been an excellent cook."

Not much was said throughout the course of the meal, but the silence wasn't awkward, merely contemplative. Blaine knew Kurt had figured out what was going on by now and was probably trying to figure out the why. And Blaine was perfectly happy to let him think - he had his own thoughts to dwell over which were mainly along the lines of don't throw up, don't pass out, don't freak out, it'll all be fine.

As soon as they were finished eating, Blaine was out of his seat, taking the plates into the kitchen. Only then did he allow himself to sag against the counter in half-relief, half-terror. The first part was over, but Blaine knew Kurt's curiosity wouldn't let him stay quiet for much longer and, sure enough, the second Blaine walked back into the dining room, Kurt was already firing off questions. "Okay, what's going on here? Did you plan this?"

Blaine shook his head, smiling. "What are you talking about, Kurt? The dining room is always bathed in the romantic glow of vanilla scented candles and set up for a date." His comment threw Kurt off for long enough to allow Blaine to sit down again, pulling his chair around the table so he was next to Kurt and turning to face him. "Yes, I planned this, I got Carole to set it up and make sure the house was going to be empty tonight. All the finer details are credited to her."

Kurt's mouth worked for a few seconds before he finally managed to get out the all important question. "Why?"

And now Blaine was hesitating, trying to work out what to say to make this perfect, to give Kurt everything he deserved. But in the end, all he could give was the truth.

"Kurt, I screw up a lot. I wouldn't ever consider myself boyfriend material and since I've never had a boyfriend before, I think that's a fair enough claim to make." Kurt tried to interrupt but Blaine wouldn't let him. If he didn't get this said now, he never would. "All of this is me basically taking a stab in the dark and hoping I get it right, hoping it's romantic enough for you and that it's what you deserve."

"What are you saying?" Kurt finally whispered, his voice breathless.

Blaine closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. "I'm saying what I should have said two weeks ago, Kurt." He paused again, letting all of the words run through his head, everything he had thought in the past two weeks that he had wanted to say. But there was only one thing he could say. "I am crazy about you."

Kurt's eyes widened and his lips were quivering and either he was about to cry or this was a very good thing and Blaine sincerely hoped for the latter because all he wanted to do right now was kiss Kurt and that really wouldn't go down well if Kurt started crying. So, taking a chance that he was right, Blaine leaned in and gently pressed their lips together.

And okay that was definitely the right decision and wow Kurt was a really good kisser. Like… really good, and Blaine's brain gave up trying to find proper adjectives and instead focused all of its power on capturing this moment here to keep forever. Because Blaine was pretty sure he could kiss Kurt for a hundred years and still never stop discovering how it felt and trying to put words to it that never made sense.

Blaine finally broke the kiss, running his thumb lazily across Kurt's cheekbone and waiting for Kurt to open his eyes. And when he did, the sheer emotion there nearly blew Blaine away because, yes, he knew Kurt liked him but like that? "Are you okay?" he had to ask.

"I'm sort of a million times better than okay," Kurt said softly. "Does this mean we're dating now?"

And Blaine had to laugh at himself because oh right, that's kind of an important step."See, I told you I'm hopeless at this romance thing."

Kurt shook his head, leaning in to kiss him slowly. "That's okay," he said when they broke apart, leaning his forehead against Blaine's. "Stick with me and I'll teach you everything you need to know."

Blaine smiled, pressing as close to Kurt as he could as if he could breathe him in that way. "I'm planning on it," he whispered.

I have an impossible amount of love for these two.

MusicalEscape:

*upside down kiss, pull away*

"Hey, Kurt!"

*pulls up into a sitting position* "Yeah?"

"Spiderman, Spiderman! Get it? Because we Spiderman-kissed and..." *trails off at the 'Bitch please' glare from Kurt(patented and not for sale, sorry :P)*