Twenty five hours and ten minutes. By the time I post tomorrow's chapter, I will have seen The First Time. If you don't get a chapter tomorrow, you know I have died. A lot of you probably won't notice though because you'll also be dead. Klainers gonna Klaine and Klainers gonna spontaneously combust, right?

Threatening me won't make me update any faster, okay? Glad we've sorted that out.

From akatrixie: Maybe they leave the coffee shop, and begin speculating about the existence of Samcedes. Some spying goes on. Ooh! If they were spying, then they could see a Samcedes kiss, one of em wonders why on earth haven't they done that yet, and then they kiss.

I miss Samcedes. I hope SPOILERS FOLLOW with Chord coming back we'll get a showdown where Sam tries to convince Mercedes that Shane isn't helping her and she should come back to New Directions. I'm just looking forward to seeing Sam again!

Samcedes

"Okay, so here are the nominees for my setlist tomorrow."

Kurt tried to focus, he really did. But between still inwardly flailing over the fact that his boyfriend had just told him he loved him and watching Mercedes and Sam head towards the counter, Kurt was just a little too distracted to think about music, and that was really saying something.

"... and then I considered something by the Spice Girls, possibly If You Wanna Be My Lover, or -"

"Wait, wait. What?"

Blaine chuckled. "Caught you out there. I knew you weren't listening to me."

Not for the first time, Kurt inwardly congratulated himself on finding a boyfriend who didn't freak out if he stopped paying attention or zoned out. And yes, he felt a little guilty but still. Priorities. "Sorry," he said absently, still trying to catch a glimpse of Sam and Mercedes. "Something's going on there."

Blaine frowned, turning towards the counter. "With those two? What do you mean? They seemed fine to me."

"That's not the first time I've seen Sam and Mercedes acting suspiciously couple-y," Kurt said slowly, watching as the two headed towards a table on the other side of the cafe. "I mean, Prom was a biggie."

"Didn't they just go together because neither one had a date?"

Kurt nodded. "Yes, at first. But you weren't watching them during the slow dances - after Jar of Hearts, they were practically inseparable, even after Jesse got kicked out and Rachel was pretty much dateless. Blaine, I think there's something going on there and I want to get to the bottom of it."

Blaine raised a hand again. "Okay, maybe there is. But isn't it up to them who they tell or don't tell?"

"Blaine, I waited 24 hours to tell Mercedes about us and she ripped shreds off of me for leaving it that long and not giving her 'deets' straight away." Kurt sighed, unable to stop himself from shooting another glance over at the girl - not that he could see her anymore. "Mercedes and I told each other everything last year and for a lot of this year as well. But we drifted apart when I went to Dalton and it just wasn't the same when I came back, no matter how hard I tried. She was the first person I would tell about anything but I never received anything in return."

Blaine was staring at him, his expression endlessly sympathetic. "I didn't realize," he said quietly.

And no matter how much it happened, Kurt still wasn't quite used to Blaine's sympathy. "Anyway," he said quickly, "I still know her better than any of the other girls and I know when she's hiding something. Whether they're official or not, she's definitely crushing on him and I want to know what's going on."

"I'm probably going to regret this, but count me in." Blaine gave Kurt that little crooked smile that made his knees go weak because, oh right, that was the way Blaine was smiling at him when he had told Kurt he loved him. Kurt couldn't hide his own smile - he had barely kept it together when Blaine was talking to Sam and Mercedes - and Blaine caught it instantly. "You're in a good mood all of a sudden."

And Kurt couldn't resist. "You caught me off guard a little but I meant it. I love you."

"I love you too," Blaine said immediately and there was that smile again and Kurt was glad they weren't leaving any time soon because he just knew his legs wouldn't be cooperating right now. "And I do believe that Sam and Mercedes are on their way out."

Sure enough, as Kurt glanced over he saw the two leaving, Sam holding the door open for Mercedes. The two hadn't bothered to come back and say goodbye and Kurt rolled his eyes, suddenly impatient and a lot less inclined to sit around just being in love. "Right, we're following them. Finish your coffee."

Blaine saluted him with a smirk and drained his cup in one quick gulp. "Let's go then."

Kurt had imagined all sorts of elaborate plans in his head about sleuthing after someone in the past - unmarked cars, disguises and plenty of props had all been a big part of his fantasy. So he was almost disappointed when it turned out to be as simple as walking down the street behind Sam and Mercedes who seemed far too wrapped up in each other to notice their friends walking half a block behind them. Mercedes was clearly the one doing the talking - one hand was waving wildly in the air as she gesticulated on about something. The only reason it wasn't both was because the other was firmly clasped in Sam's.

"That settles it," Kurt whispered to Blaine even though they were too far away to be heard. Maybe he just liked getting that bit closer to his boyfriend, okay? "You don't hold hands with your friends like that."

Blaine actually snorted at that. "Kurt, we held hands all the time before we were dating."

"Yes, but I was madly in love with you so it's still the same principle." Blaine stopped in his tracks, causing Kurt to be tugged to a stop next to him. "What?" he asked, already craning his head to try and see where Mercedes and Sam were headed.

"You were in - in love with me?" Blaine asked, his voice slightly strangled, and Kurt winced. He had forgotten that Blaine didn't quite know the extent of his crush before it was reciprocated. "I mean, I knew you liked me but... how long?"

Kurt sighed. "Probably since Christmas," he said quickly, really not wanting to have this conversation. After all, he had been pining over Blaine for too long to be healthy and he had felt weak enough with Blaine finding out on Valentines Day. For his boyfriend to learn that it had been going on since before Christmas was actually rather embarrassing.

But Blaine didn't seem to think so, his expression a painful mixture of earnest and guilty. "I'm sorry," he said, confusing Kurt for a second until he realized what Blaine was trying to say.

"You don't need to apologize for not liking me back, Blaine. You didn't and that was that. Simple."

"But now that I do," Blaine said softly, taking Kurt's other hand and pulling him closer, "I've realized how stupid I was for not feeling that way. Believe me."

Kurt tried his best not to blush. "I do believe we were following Sam and Mercedes?"

Blaine pouted so endearingly that it almost hurt but allowed himself to be led along the road. They had turned their attention from each other just in time to see the couple - and Kurt was determined that they were - head off into a side street and Kurt was following them without a second thought. It was only when he turned the corner when Kurt realized that they had stopped just down the road and he would have jumped back to make sure he wouldn't be seen... except he didn't have to.

Because Mercedes and Sam were wrapped in each other's arms, kissing.

"What -?"

"Shh!" Kurt hissed furiously, backing around the corner. "Did you see that?"

Blaine nodded. "Just for a second. So I guess that settles that, doesn't it?" There was a few seconds of silence. "Kurt?" Blaine asked again, worry tingeing his voice.

But Kurt was still coming to terms with what he had just seen. Sam and Mercedes had been kissing and probably were still kissing and it looked like they were really into it and loving it and Kurt couldn't understand why he and Blaine hadn't done that yet. And there was really no answer that Kurt's mind could give. He and Blaine had never discussed their relationship getting physical, mainly because in Kurt's mind physical had always meant sex or sexual things. Kissing, in Kurt's experience, had only ever been reluctant and gross or forced and terrifying, not something that Kurt had thought he would ever want to repeat.

But Blaine had changed every fear that Kurt had previously had about relationships. So why couldn't Kurt trust him to fix this one?

He could.

"I'm fine," Kurt said carefully. "Maybe a little jealous though."

His poor Blaine was as clueless as ever. "Jealous? Oh, I should have realized that you'd miss spending time with Mercedes..."

"Not that kind of jealous, Blaine." Kurt tugged on Blaine's hand sharply, spinning him around so they were face-to-face. "Maybe I want to be doing what they're doing."

And then Blaine got it. But instead of being a gentleman as Kurt had predicted and making the first move, Blaine just smiled wickedly like he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Maybe he had. "Feel free to rectify that at any time."

Kurt's eyes narrowed. If that was the game Blaine wanted to play, then so be it. With one more tug, Blaine was pressed right up against him and Kurt wound his arms around Blaine's neck and kissed him.

Dear god, why have we not been doing this forever?

Blaine's lips were just as perfect as the rest of him - in fact, it was almost obscene that this boy had next to no flaws at all, but Kurt just could not bring himself to complain because kissing Blaine was easily the best thing he had ever done. And Kurt had once found a Louis Vuitton for 80% off so that was absolutely saying something.

When they broke apart, Blaine stared at him dazedly for a few seconds before grinning, sudden and brilliant. "Okay, I definitely love you."

Kurt tried to ignore his heart attempting to flutter its way out of his chest. "And what if I hadn't been a good kisser?" he asked cockily. "It wouldn't be love then?"

"Oh, it would," Blaine said, matching his smirk with interest. "But we'd have to do a lot of practicing to get it perfect."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Well I know I'm a good kisser, but you? You need a lot of work."

"You'd better teach me all you know then."

And it was all set to be one of those perfect cliche romance moments until the inevitable interruption came, just as their lips met again too. "Well, what do we have here?" Kurt groaned, turning to face Mercedes who looked far too smug for her own good. "Do you really think a public street is the best place for this kind of thing?"

Kurt was all set to retort with a witty one-liner until Blaine showed him exactly how perfectly condescending he could be if he chose to stop being dapper. "I'm sorry, were we doing something wrong? After all, we just took inspiration from you two."

Mercedes's expression switched so suddenly that it was almost comical and Sam let out a nervous laugh. "I - um, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Well when you figure it out, feel free to let me know," Kurt said pointedly, taking Blaine's hand and turning away. "Until then, I guess me and my boyfriend had better go find somewhere private to do some more kissing."

And as they turned away, clearly Blaine couldn't resist one more parting shot. "You should try it sometime then. It's pretty fantastic."

"Fantastic, huh?" Kurt could help but murmur in Blaine's ear.

Blaine glanced over at him and winked. "Let's go find out."

Excuse me while I cry in a corner because my OTP is so beautiful. I have too many emotions about them. And I'm trying to remember whether I wrote this before TPPP and I think I did which makes Blaine's comment to Mercedes all the more perfect.

MusicalEscape:

*barges in* "My spies have informed me that your pathetic little club has tried interfering with sweet, sweet Porcelain's relationship with Frodo. I'll have you know that if you even contemplate doing that, I will steal all of the I-Can't-Believe-It's-Not-Butter that Schue uses on his hair, coat you in it, dunk you in a vat of protein shake mix, and leave you to the rabid horrors of the Acrobatic Octopus club." *walks out*