So I had a serious authors note last chapter, time for some celebrations.

First, chapter 200! This is half celebration, half upsetting for some because this means there's only 32 chapters to go and we're starting to wind down. But don't fret! I can promise some of those chapters will be phenomenal - and I don't ever say that about my work so you have to believe it!

Second, I jumped over 8,000 reviews the other night which is just incredible. I'm really curious to see just how many reviews this story is going to end up on, that's for sure! Thank you to all of you, especially since 98% of those reviews are nothing but positive.

Third, Glee. If you don't want spoilers for Pot o' Gold or The First Time, please skip ahead now. If you're still here, I'll be brief. Pot o' Gold had my heart aching for Blainers and for Kurt, showering inordinate amounts of love on Burt, glowering at Finn and Santana, squeeing over Rory and freaking out over Puck and Shelby. And the promos just had me dead on the floor. And I may have cried a little but would they stop being so beautiful already? Please? (Please don't ever ever stop being beautiful).

That's me done. Read on! I'm proud to give you a long one for the 200th chapter :)

From Fiona12690: In Glee Live Kurt mentioned that he missed all of impromptu performances that they had at Dalton, but where were all the teachers basically while those performances happened. What if after most of those performances Blaine was about to kiss Kurt when the teachers showed up and interrupted the moment every single time. Leaving Blaine frustrated till one day Blaine just plants a kiss on Kurt in French class.

I know I've done something similar to Part C before but… I really could not resist.

Songs

Five Times Blaine Anderson Listened To Authority And One Time He Just Couldn't Give A Damn.

A. Teenage Dream.

You can't just kiss someone you've only just met.

"My heart stops when you look at me,

Just one touch, now baby I believe!"

But it was so difficult when Kurt was staring at him like Blaine was everything he had ever wanted. And Blaine would probably bet his family's entire fortune on the fact that Kurt was gay, but that didn't change things, didn't change the fact that this kid was clearly here to spy on them and probably had another ulterior motive for being here that Blaine was beginning to wonder about.

But Blaine couldn't help the fact that Kurt was gorgeous.

"So take a chance and don't ever look back!"

It wouldn't be that weird, would it? After all, they had held hands running down the hallway together and Kurt had shown no inclination of wanting to let go, Blaine had smoothed down his blazer and watched as Kurt blushed at the action. So really, would it be that much more of a step to walk up to him after the performance - right at the end when the last of the notes were still ringing around the room and the others were beginning to applaud - and just kiss him?

"I'm'a get your heart racing in my skintight jeans,

Be your teenage dream tonight,"

After all, Wes was always telling him that he thought too hard about things, he never acted on impulse. This 'impromptu' performance had been rehearsed for weeks at Blaine's insistence - though he would never admit to the Warblers that it was for their benefit, not his - and he always planned things through before doing them. So maybe this was the kind of impulsive gesture that Blaine needed in his life.

But what if Kurt wasn't gay? What if he was just one of those guys who liked dressing nice and appreciated good music and had no problem holding hands with another guy and…

Okay, so Kurt was probably gay.

"Let you put your hands on me in my skintight jeans,"

So really, what was stopping him? If it got awkward, Blaine could just apologize and pass it off as some kind of Warbler tradition - the other guys would back him up before ribbing him about it later.

Even if he did it on the cheek. Actually, yeah. That would work just fine.

Okay.

Blaine was going to kiss Kurt.

"Be your teenage dream tonight!"

Of course, as soon as the song ended, Blaine found himself surrounded by the rest of the Warblers in their compulsory group hug. He smiled at the rest of the guys before turning back to Kurt who was still standing in the doorway, wide eyed and clapping. Blaine gave him a proper smile before extricating himself from the rest of the Warblers and making his way across the room.

"That was amazing!" Kurt gushed the second he reached him. "I've heard wonderful things about the Warblers but I never thought - I mean, a capella and Katy Perry? Genius!"

And Blaine found himself faced with a problem he hadn't anticipated - how to shut Kurt up long enough to kiss him because Kurt was still raving about their performance and talking about it in such intricate detail that Blaine knew he was a singer himself, which was something he would think more about later if he could just get this over with.

"Kurt," Blaine finally got in, loud enough for Kurt to stop talking and look at him. "I -"

Giving up on words, Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder and stared him straight in the eyes, all ready to just lean in and -

"Mr. Anderson!"

What?

Blaine had every right to be confused - the teachers neverusually came to their performances when they were during the breaks, choosing instead to sit in the staffroom and ignore the general craziness that was their school. But yet, here was Blaine's Geography teacher - and how on earth had he missed him, he was the only person wearing bright blue in the room after all. "Yes, sir?" he asked, polite as ever.

"Such a wonderful performance, I trust you'll be leading the Warblers to Nationals this year?"

"I hope so, sir," Blaine said, just willing the man to leave. After all, Kurt was starting to look shifty, clearly not wanting to get caught out.

But naturally luck wasn't on their side. "And who is this?"

"A friend of mine," Blaine said smoothly. "He wanted to see our performance today so I'm just going to sign him in and then we'll talk about it for awhile."

Apparently the man was satisfied with that. After one more smile he was turning to talk to some of the other Warblers, unfortunately electing not to stop Wes and David who were both on their way over. Blaine caught their eye, realizing they were on a mission and sighed. Better try and make this easier for Kurt.

"How about we all get some coffee?"

B. Bills Bills Bills.

Ever since he had entered the room, straightening his tie like he was some high-class business man or something - and David needed to stop choreographing now - Blaine had been on a mission.

It was time to shake things up.

Kurt had been the one to inspire it, of course. After his almost daily rants about how the Warblers needed to lighten up and have some fun and how the Council seemed to have a collective stick up their - well, Blaine usually stopped him at that point. But after awhile, Blaine had started to see it Kurt's way. Yes, they had a system for a reason, to promote equality and fairness. But they also had a reputation for being… well, dull.

Blaine wasn't naive either. Yes, the Council technically ran the meetings and selected the songs, but by this point Blaine knew he was pretty much running everything himself. After all, Bills Bills Bills would definitely have not been a contender for Regionals if anybody but Blaine had suggested it - and even he had his doubts, but it was always good to try everything. So if anybody was going to inspire change around here, it was Blaine.

Jumping on the couch raised a few eyebrows but Wes didn't stop them mid performance to hand out a demerit like he would have if it had been Cameron doing it. And the way Kurt was looking up at him as he sang his way along the couch kind of cemented Blaine's decision.

This time he was going to shake things up by kissing Kurt.

There were definitely a few motives behind it other than just causing a stir. Even though Dalton was zero-tolerance, there were still students who had their issues with homosexuality and other minorities in the school. They just flew enough under the radar that they had managed to get away with it so far. And, unfortunately, a couple of them happened to be Warblers. It wasn't like they had done anything in particular, otherwise Blaine would have definitely reported it to Wes, but there was just a certain way they acted around the four gay Warblers that irked Blaine a little. So this would be a way to show them that there was no judgement in the Warblers, no hiding who you were.

Oh, and Kurt was still kind of gorgeous, definitely gay and single. And Blaine wasn't sure whether it was a crush or not, but kissing Kurt was definitely a little appealing.

Blaine wouldn't have dreamt of doing it a few months ago, not when the pain of what Karofsky had done was still raw. But Kurt was holding together so well, recovering and being free to be himself again and Blaine could tell he would be okay with it. Maybe a little weirded out if he didn't feel the same way, but Blaine just hoped he would take it in fun.

Because it was just fun, Blaine reminded himself sternly, spinning with the rest of the boys as he belted out the lyrics to the song. Kurt was by his side as usual - and how did that keep happening, Blaine had to wonder - and Blaine could see that even though he wasn't the one in the spotlight, he was still having fun, still in a good mood.

Okay, now's the moment.

"Guys, I'd say we're ready for Regionals," Blaine found himself saying instead, looking around the group with his usual smile in place. The rest of the guys cheered, Kurt clapping politely as usual - and Blaine had to wonder if he would ever see his friend actually let loose a little and just be a teenage guy. Rolling his eyes, Blaine turned to Kurt, steeling his nerve as the rest of the group broke into mindless chatter. Time to cause a stir-

"Gentlemen, I know Regionals is just around the corner, but class is now and you know too many demerits will result in a detention - detentions I can arrange for the date of Regionals if you're not cautious."

The boys evaporated. Or at least that was Blaine's theory for how quickly the room emptied of everybody besides himself and Kurt who was smirking. Kurt's Spanish teacher gave them one last glare before turning to leave herself, and Kurt snorted. "What?" Blaine asked curiously.

"Regionals is on a Saturday."

It took Blaine a second but then he was laughing too. "Wow, they really are too scared of getting in trouble, aren't they?"

Kurt hummed in agreement as their laughter died. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Sorry?"

"Oh…" Kurt trailed off, frowning as he turned to grab his bag. "You just looked at me like you wanted to ask me something is all."

And then Blaine remembered his earlier resolve and suppressed a sigh. No point now."I was just wondering how you were settling in," he said instead as they headed towards the door.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "You kind of ask me that every week, Blaine. You know I'm doing fine."

Blaine shrugged. "No harm in making sure."

And maybe there was a little disappointment as they left, but it was simply because Blaine hadn't been able to follow through. Nothing more.

C. Silly Love Songs.

Kurt just looked so lonely.

It wasn't a pity thing - Blaine knew better than to offer his friend any kind of pity since Kurt was more likely to turn a snarky retort back in his direction. It was more the fact that it was Valentines Day and Blaine had been rejected and Kurt liked him and they were both lonely. And no matter how much Kurt was hyping it up, being single kind of sucked.

A kiss on the cheek, Blaine told himself, at the end of the song, to show him that maybe his chances at love this year weren't over. Maybe Blaine could identify whatever it was that had been lurking at the back of his mind since he had met Kurt, maybe he could put a name to it and maybe it would be the right name to make Kurt happy. But since he couldn't tell that to Kurt yet, couldn't bear to bring his friend's hopes up only to quite possibly dash them, Blaine just wanted to show him he cared.

Friends do it all the time,he told himself. It wasn't that uncommon, after all, and Blaine had seen Kurt and the girls act that way frequently. What did it matter that they were both boys and played for the same team? Nothing at all.

You can do this, he told himself.

And maybe he glanced at Kurt a few times during the song, maybe during some of the lines that weren't so appropriate to be looking at Kurt while singing. But really, it was all just to check that Kurt was still there, still okay and… yeah, still gorgeous. It was always good to be reminded of how gorgeous Kurt was.

"I love you,"

So many of the other Warblers were singing this with someone in mind, Blaine knew. He was perhaps the only one who wasn't sure, even though a lot of the guys probably thought he was thinking of Jeremiah. And yes, there were a few lingering thoughts of the boy he had disastrously embarrassed himself in front of, but there were also thoughts of Kurt and thoughts of just staying single forever if it saved him the trouble and drama of what he had gone through in the last week.

Seriously, whoever said that two guys dating would make things less confusing was so deluded.

Blaine pushed it all aside for now, not wanting to feel the things he was feeling. It was all too confusing and right now it was easier to focus on the tangible, the understandable. Simple things like the fact that Kurt was lonely and Blaine was lonely and making his friend feel a little bit better was a top priority right now.

So he would try.

The patrons of Breadstix burst into applause and Blaine started a little, not realizing he had finished singing. Nobody was staring at him curiously so he had to presume he had sung the song correctly, somehow. Glancing at Kurt, Blaine noticed him grinning along with the others, still looking in the direction of his New Directions friends. There was something wistful in his smile, though, when he glanced at Mike and Tina, and Blaine was even more steeled in his decision.

Gently pushing past other Warblers, Blaine made his way over to Kurt who was now glancing around at the others. His eyes caught on Blaine and he smiled - and the fact that it was the same smile as usual, nothing had changed as a result of the past week made Blaine's heart lighter - and Blaine smiled back as he nudged Jeff to the side so he could reach Kurt -

Who was talking to their Health teacher.

Blaine had to physically stop and close his eyes at that one because this wasn't Dalton, this wasn't Westerville and this wasn't class time and what on earth was Mr. Landstrom even doing here and why did this keep happening to him?

(The logical side of his brain suddenly started kicking back in, reminding Blaine that perhaps this was a good thing because kissing the guy who had just admitted his unreciprocated feelings for you would only lead to trouble, but Blaine dismissed it because he wasn't happy.)

"… certainly didn't expect to see anybody else from Dalton here!"

"Well when I heard about the Singles event you had planned, I just had to come along. Of course I had hoped to see a few more older women here but…" he sighed, glancing around hopefully before smiling again. "It's always a delight to hear you boys perform anyway. Blaine! Marvelous as usual!"

"Thank you, sir," Blaine said politely as he stepped up next to Kurt, trying not to roll his eyes. "I hope Valentines Day finds you well."

"As well as one can be without a date - which, as you boys have shown me, is very well!" Blaine tried not to wince as the man hummed a few refrains of the song they had just completed - someone was desperately out of tune. "Well, I'm off to find something to eat and a table to sit at… by myself."

As their teacher left, Kurt shuddered. "Okay, I thought I'd escaped that 'knowing far too much about your teacher's personal life' thing when I left McKinley," he said quickly. "What is it with them and showing up at the weirdest of times?"

Blaine shook his head, still staring at the man. "I wish I knew."

D. Misery.

You just spent that whole song flirting with Kurt.

Well, yes, Blaine admitted as the Warblers gathered together to sing the final chorus. But there was nothing wrong with that, really, not when he and Kurt were as close as they were. Kurt was the only person who Blaine felt like he could truly be himself around - his childish, overly-serious, puppy-dog-esque, weird, rambly self. It wasn't that Kurt wouldn't judge him - because yes he would, rather heavily at that - but that Kurt still accepted him, with eye rolls and nudges but that was besides the point.

So doing silly things like leaning against Kurt's shoulder and giving him puppy-dog eyes in the middle of a song which was basically asking why don't you love me? seemed perfectly reasonable in Blaine's mind. A little too reasonable…

Am I interested in Kurt?

Blaine honestly couldn't say either way.

Maybe a kiss will figure it out?

And he had to roll his eyes at himself because really? After pretty much every performance now, Blaine had decided to kiss Kurt for some reason or another and it had always failed due to teacher intervention. But…

The teachers weren't here.

Of course they were here - none of them were stupid enough to leave the Dalton boarders completely unattended for fear of returning to the school half burnt down with Wes curled up in a ball banging his gavel on the ground. But they were all in a staff meeting across the other side of the school and Blaine knew it was due to run for at least another hour.

So, what was stopping him? He could just meander over to Kurt at the end of their performance, find a reason to complement him, get his opinion on the song - and of course it would be a glowing review, Kurt always loved the songs they did - and then just… just kiss him.

It sounded so simple in his head and Blaine waited a few moments for the catch before realizing one wasn't coming.

Huh.

Okay.

"I'm gonna get you back!"

Pulling himself back to the moment, Blaine couldn't help the warmth and pride rising up in him at the Warblers and what they had done because they really had come so far. "Hey, Regionals!" he called out, cupping his hands together and not really caring what an idiot he looked like. "You've just met our opening number!"

The rest of the Warblers cheered, hugging each other with excitement practically radiating off all of them. Blaine allowed himself to be swept up in the chaos for a moment before seeking out Kurt as the rest of the group dispersed. Okay, find something casual to talk about, something like… aha!

"How did you manage to find a Burberry-esque canary cage cover?"

"Canaries don't like cold weather," Kurt explained before lifting the cover to look at the bird he was so clearly devoted to. "Especially Pavarotti."

And anything else Blaine was planning to say died right about there because seriously? Kurt Hummel was kind of the most adorable person alive sometimes and Blaine really needed to know how he felt. Like, right now.

But when Kurt was glancing behind him looking fearful, Blaine really did have to turn around and find out what was going on.

"Mr. Anderson and Mr. Hummel," announced their principal, arms folded as he surveyed them. "I understand you just completed one of your performances?"

"Yes, sir," Blaine said, not sure what was going on except that the man looked… well, angry. But that didn't make sense because what had they done? And then he glanced towards the room they had evacuated and Blaine realized. "If it's about the paper, we're going to clean it up right now, don't worry!"

Kurt elbowed him, clearly not happy about having to clean up when Blaine was the one who had thrown it all, but Blaine just continued to smile charmingly at their principal who looked slightly mollified. "See that you do," he said finally before wandering away again.

"Why did you have to bring me into this?" Kurt immediately demanded, just as Blaine had predicted.

"You don't have to help," Blaine said soothingly. "I'll take care of it."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I know you. When you sang about two hundred letters, you meant it didn't you?" Blaine just looked at him sheepishly and Kurt sighed. "I'm not going to make you pick up two hundred pieces of paper yourself. Come on."

So maybe Blaine did care about Kurt as more than a friend, but as Kurt walked towards the room purposefully, Blaine realized that he had probably just been saved from yet another potential disaster. If he did care about Kurt - like him, even - then it was better not to make the first time kissing him as an experiment on his feelings. Kurt deserved so much more than that.

E. Blackbird.

Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever.

So it was a crush. It was possibly more than a crush but that was a little too scary for right now and Blaine wanted to focus on being happy because life made just a little more sense right now than it ever had before. Life was Kurt, standing in front of him with tears running down his face, singing like Blaine had never seen him sing before. Singing in a way Blaine knew he had back at McKinley where he could simply express his feelings through song like he was made to do.

Right. Blaine was demanding that Kurt get more solos.

But more than that, Blaine knew he had fallen hard for Kurt. He didn't honestly know when that time was but he was understanding it now, understanding it for real and he couldn't let this go on without acting on it. Something had to happen. Now.

Kurt finished singing to silence - clearly nobody was going to clap out of respect for the seriousness of the situation. Wiping his eyes, he walked back over to his radio, picked it up and sat down on one of the empty couches. After a few seconds of awkwardness, Wes banged his gavel and resumed the meeting. As the fight picked back up over uniform colors, Blaine tried to figure out what to do.

He just wanted to kiss Kurt so badly.

But was it the right thing to do right now, right when Kurt was still crying…

Oh. Kurt was still crying.

Shooting a quick glance over to the Council table, Blaine waited until Cameron was talking loudly about something before darting across the room, dropping into the seat next to Kurt who hastily wiped his eyes again, looking away. "Hey, it's alright," Blaine whispered. "It's just me. Can - can I do anything?"

Kurt shook his head but Blaine noticed the way he was leaning slightly in his direction, almost as if he wasn't thinking about it. Slowly, not wanting to startle Kurt or accidentally push him away, Blaine gently wrapped his arm around him, stroking his fingers lightly down Kurt's arm. Kurt stiffened, but somehow Blaine knew it wasn't a rejection, more that he wasn't used to this kind of comfort. And after a few seconds, Kurt relaxed again, at least as much as he could when he was still crying.

They stayed that way for the rest of the meeting, thankfully not drawing attention from the other Warblers who knew how to give privacy when it was needed. Kurt had stopped crying by about midway through the meeting but neither boy had moved from the position, Blaine somehow knowing Kurt still needed comfort. It was only when the meeting was called to a close and the rest of the Warblers dispersed quickly - and Blaine probably owed a large thank you to Wes for that one - that Kurt looked up. "Sorry," he said in just above a whisper.

"Don't apologize," Blaine said immediately. "You're upset, it's okay."

Kurt ducked his head a little but Blaine could see him smiling. "You're a good friend, Blaine," came the murmur before Kurt leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you."

And with a slight blush tingeing his cheeks, Kurt left the room.

Blaine raised an eyebrow, running his fingers along his cheek. "Uh, okay."

Better than nothing, right?

Except now Blaine wanted more. So much more.

A. French

"So listen, I've been wanting to talk to you about something."

Kurt raised an eyebrow as he slid into the empty seat. "Would it be the activity we're supposed to be doing? And would the talking be in French?"

"No and no," Blaine said cheerfully, lowering his voice a little.

"But we need to revise."

"You don't," Blaine said pointedly, glancing down at the trial exam that had just been handed back. Kurt's bright red A+ was staring up at them and Kurt blushed a little. "And an A- isn't too shabby for me either so I think we can slack off a little this lesson, don't you agree?"

Kurt's sigh was belayed by the smile on his face. "I suppose. What did you want to talk about?"

How do I start?

"I've been doing a lot of thinking," Blaine started before realizing he needed to explain something. "Oh, and I wouldn't have done this during French but I've barely seen you this week and I figured I'd take advantage of the time we have together."

Kurt winced. "I know, I'm sorry I haven't been around much. There's been a lot going on back home and the fact that Rachel could put side the fact that I'm 'competition' shows that they're clearly a mess."

"It's alright," Blaine said soothingly, casting a quick look at their teacher who was beginning to make her rounds of the student pairs. "So I was going to actually get you alone and -"

"Okay, I'm sorry but you can't use that phrase anymore."

Blaine frowned at Kurt who looked pained before it hit him. "Oh god, sorry! I didn't even think… oh wow. Yeah."

Kurt laughed. "Don't worry. You were saying?"

Phrasing his words carefully, Blaine continued. "I was going to talk to you privately about this but, you know, time's been against us. And I guess I wanted to talk to you about this straight away because when you realize something like I have, you want to change your life as soon as possible." Kurt was frowning and Blaine had to laugh at himself. "I'm not making any sense, am I?"

"No, but - she's coming."

Blaine quickly picked up the syllabus and began to spout off a few of the sentences provided, Kurt delivering his responses flawlessly as usual. They received a nod of approval from their teacher before she continued to walk. "So?" Kurt prompted gently, switching back to English. "Care to explain what's going on?"

And then Blaine was suddenly hit with a memory, something he should have thought of earlier. Kurt likes romance. "You might hate me for doing this. It's really not the best setting…"

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Blaine, I can't imagine it would be that bad. I mean, it's not like you're asking me out or some… oh." Blaine smiled sheepishly, knowing his face had given him away completely and Kurt sucked in a breath. "Oh."

"Is that a good 'oh'?" Blaine asked anxiously. "Because if it's not a good 'oh', I won't do it at all, or if it's an 'oh' like 'oh, right now?' then I can do it some other time, I just -"

"Blaine!" Kurt interrupted, laughter evident in his voice. "It's a shock but it's not bad. I just… I didn't think you'd ever feel this way about me."

"Well, like I said, it's something I finally realized. And… I'm doing this in French class, why am I doing this in French class?"

Kurt was still laughing at him and opened his mouth to say something, hopefully to reassure him or say yes or….

"Gentlemen, that is exactly what I am asking myself."

Oh crap.

One last look at Kurt and they both put their best innocent expressions on, turning to their unimpressed teacher. "You see, I'm not sure exactly what you're doing," she continued, "but I know it's not French. Considering the rest of the class is nearly finished and the bell is about to ring, I will have to ask you to stay back during your lunch period and complete the exercise."

"Yes, ma'am," Kurt said quickly, smiling at her and Blaine suppressed a smirk. If anybody was going to charm the French teacher successfully, it would be her star student. But as soon as she walked away, amidst the noise of the rest of the students packing up, Kurt leaned in to whisper in Blaine's ear, "Oh, and I know you haven't asked but when you do, the answer will be yes." Blaine shivered and Kurt's smile grew wider. "And I really can't wait to kiss you."

This is torture.

The thing Blaine had been thinking about for so long now and Kurt just came out and said it like that? After Blaine had tortured himself for months with the thought of it, being stopped every single time?

He just wanted it now.

The rest of the class dispersed but Blaine's hope of being left alone was shattered when their teacher settled back into her seat, looking at them expectantly. With a sigh, Blaine turned back to Kurt and began to talk again, glancing down at the sheet occasionally more to distract himself from how kissable Kurt Hummel was than to focus on the words.

And then Kurt began to speak and… oh. Right.

Kurt was the only person at Dalton who was not only fluent at French, but could make the language so…

Sexy.

Damn it.

And he knew it too, the devil. With a smirk playing around his mouth, Kurt flawlessly rolled out a few gorgeous French sentences, keeping complete eye contact with Blaine the entire time. Well, complete except for the part where Blaine's eyes kept dropping to Kurt's lips and oh my god, stop it.

It was when Kurt's tongue darted out to lick his lips, slowly, seductively, that it happened.

Blaine snapped, grabbed Kurt's tie and pulled him in for that long-awaited kiss.

And oh, was it worth it. Blaine was immediately so thankful for every other interrupted moment, every other time that he had thought kissing Kurt would be a good idea because nothing, nothing could possibly compare to kissing someone when you knew they felt the same, knew they wanted it, and having the first kiss as a celebration of finally being together.

They broke apart slowly, neither wanting to break the kiss, simply staring at each other. "We kissed," Blaine finally said.

"Yeah," Kurt agreed, smiling lazily.

"I've kind of been wanting to do that forever, you know?"

"Mm?"

Blaine paused. "We - ah, we just kissed in French class."

"We did."

"Our teacher is probably watching us."

"Most likely."

"Do - do you think she cares?"

Kurt smirked. "Ask her."

They finally broke eye contact, turning to face their teacher who was rolling her eyes. "Usually that would result in demerits, but since this has been coming for quite some time, I can only say if you don't repeat this, there won't be any trouble." After assurances from both boys that there would be no further public displays of affection, she actually smirked at them. "Besides, I just won the pool."

Blaine closed his eyes, trying to pretend he was at a normal school. "That's - what?" Kurt spluttered from next to him. "Seriously, we never see them unless they're teaching our classes or interrupting our performances -"

"You noticed that too?"

Blaine presumed Kurt had nodded. "And now they're betting on our love life?"

Sighing, Blaine opened his eyes and turned back to Kurt. "Just accept the fact that our crazy happens behind the scenes and try to ignore it," he said, his tone resigned. "Want to blow off the afternoon periods and go get a coffee?"

Kurt shrugged. "If you're going to ask me out and consider it out first date, sure."

Blaine smirked, grabbing Kurt's hand and leading him out of the room, mind already working overtime on how to make this perfect.

Happy 200-days-of-Kiss!

MusicalEscape:

"How could you possibly think I liked HIM!" *sobs*

*shocked* "Kurt, I thought we were over this!"

"No, Blaine! How could you THINK I liked him for a second with his ATROCIOUS sense of fashion?"