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From madnad101: After "When I get you alone" Jeremiah accepts Blaines date. Then Blaine is nervous because he wants to be all romantic so he asks Kurt how to be romantic and realises that he is in love with Kurt. You could even make it so Jeremiah knows Blaine likes Kurt and accepted in a hope to get them together?

We are totally ignoring the whole age thing that Jeremiah said to Blaine.

Accepted

"When I get you alone!"

Blaine skidded to a stop in front of Jeremiah, pair of socks in hand and most charming smile on his face. There was a moment of silence and then the entire store burst into applause including Jeremiah. As he rang through the purchase, Kurt watched as Jeremiah leaned in to say something to Blaine, gesturing towards the door of the shop and Blaine nodded.

"Do you think he said yes?"

Kurt turned half-heartedly towards the voice before brightening when he realized who it was. "I'm not sure. I guess we'll find out when Blaine returns."

David nodded, looking at the two boys over Kurt's shoulder. "They're still talking. It's looking positive." Kurt sighed without meaning to and David squeezed his shoulder. "Hey, it's alright. You know -"

"I know. It's just -"

"I know."

David glanced up. "Oh, we're leaving. Come on."

They followed the rest of the Warblers out of the shop where they all turned to Blaine expectantly. Apparently he had been working on his poker face as he managed to stare at them impassively for a few seconds before breaking into a grin. "He said yes!"

Cheers broke out and Warblers were surrounding Blaine, patting him on the shoulder and offering their congratulations. Kurt waited, watching Blaine from the outskirts and trying to see the sparkle in his eye that he was used to seeing when Blaine was truly happy about something. The one he saw every time Blaine finished a performance or did well on an exam or - more recently - when Kurt showed up at his door to invite him for coffee.

It wasn't there.

"Do you -?"

"Yeah," Kurt murmured, rocking back on his heels and catching David's eye again. "Yeah, I do."

David nodded thoughtfully. "Don't you have a phone call to make?"

Kurt quickly excused himself, punching in the familiar number. "Hey," he said as soon as the other person picked up. "It's me. Stage one complete, B reacted exactly as predicted. I'll keep you posted." David was smirking at him and Kurt rolled his eyes at the boy. "Thanks A."

As Kurt hung up he realized Blaine was watching him and smiled at the boy. Blaine smiled back - truly smiled - and Kurt made his way over to try and offer some sincere congratulations.

Four fifteen and Blaine was knocking on his door.

Kurt smiled, pushing away his homework and beckoning the boy in. "What's up? Shouldn't you be getting ready for your date?"

Blaine nodded, sitting on the edge of Kurt's bed. "I don't know what to wear," he said quietly. "I can't remember the last time I voluntarily got out of this uniform and I know you have killer fashion sense and yeah, my wardrobe sucks and you might not even be able to make a suitable outfit out of it but I thought -"

"Okay, slow down." Kurt left his desk and sat down next to Blaine, gently untangling his clenched fists. "First, you need to relax a little. I get you've never done this before but you should be looking forward to this more than you're nervous about it. If you're not then maybe you need to consider whether you want to go on this date."

Blaine did actually seem to think about it for a second before shaking his head. "I want to do this."

Of course it wouldn't have been that easy and Kurt nodded. "Alright. I can help you pick out an outfit. Let's go back to your room."

Kurt took his time in picking out an outfit and yes, it was probably cruel, but it gave Blaine more time to work himself up. "I'm going to screw everything up," he suddenly said, making Kurt jump from where he was holding up a checkered shirt in distaste. "I have no idea what I'm doing and I'm great at pretending in song but I won't be singing tonight and I don't think I can do this."

He waited a few seconds after Blaine had finished rambling before turning around, raising an eyebrow. "Okay. First of all, how could you screw it up?"

"I don't know, say the wrong thing, be a complete idiot -"

"Which anybody could do. Why are you so convinced that you're going to do that?" Kurt gave him a second before continuing, a little more on edge himself now. "We hang out all the time and talk and you never screw that up."

Blaine was silent. "I - that's different," he finally said. "I know I can be myself around you and you're not going to judge me - or if you do, it'll be in jest. I trust you."

Strike one.

Kurt let it drop. "Well, just be yourself anyway," he said breezily, pulling out a leather jacket that was hiding at the back of Blaine's closet and murmuring appreciatively. "Now this is a jacket."

"Never worn it."

"Why on earth not?"

Blaine shrugged. "Wouldn't know what to wear with -" he stopped talking as Kurt held up a pair of jeans and a plain white v-neck. "Is it really that simple?"

Kurt had to laugh. "I see why you never get out of uniform. Clothing isn't difficult, Blaine."

"Not for you," Blaine said, taking the clothes from Kurt. "You might just have to teach me how to make everything in that wardrobe work."

"It would be my pleasure."

Blaine paused, giving him an incomprehensible look and Kurt tensed, wondering if he had come on too strong or been too obvious. But Blaine simply smiled and disappeared into the bathroom. "And wash the gel out!" Kurt called after him, figuring it was worth a shot.

Silence and then the door cracked open. "Excuse me?" came the voice, low and almost dangerous.

Kurt simply smiled sweetly. "Wash it out," he repeated, "and let me show you what I mean by size of a dime." Blaine continued to glare at him. "Trust me."

The door clicked shut and a second later Kurt could hear the sound of water running. He smirked, leaning back against the wall and waiting. And when Blaine emerged a few minutes later, he couldn't help but whistle. "What?" Blaine asked, clearly unaware of the universal I could probably jump you right now noise.

"You look - wow, Blaine."

"Good?"

Kurt had to roll his eyes. "The fact that I'm speechless isn't enough for you?" Blaine ducked his head a little and Kurt watched as a drop of water fell from his still damp hair, reminding him that there was still one thing to do. Digging in his bag, Kurt pulled out his emergency hair care products, eyeing up Blaine's hair again before choosing the mousse. "Now," he explained as he squeezed some onto his hand and gestured for Blaine to move closer, "this isn't gel but it's heavy duty so I can guarantee it'll give you the hold you need without making it look like you've drowned in a vat of hair product."

"You're making me feel so good about my everyday appearance," Blaine huffed but sat down in front of Kurt anyway, allowing him full access to his hair. "That actually feels a lot better than the gel."

"It's going to look better too," Kurt said as gently as possible. "I don't mean to put you down but you do know that you don't have to plaster your hair down to keep it in order, right?"

Blaine shrugged as Kurt finished running his fingers through Blaine's hair. "Nobody really told me how to style my hair."

"Well, I'm telling you now," Kurt said, keeping his voice gentle. "And if you ever want help, just ask. Because if you did, you could look like this." Pulling the mirror out of his bag, Kurt held it up in front of Blaine and waited.

"Wow."

Kurt grinned. "Curls but tamed. You're welcome." He snapped the mirror shut before Blaine could get a complex. "I think you're ready."

Blaine stiffened completely. "I can't do this."

And this time Kurt knew he couldn't just talk Blaine into this, he couldn't just give him a push in the right direction and force him into it. This was Blaine completely backing out, refusing to go and Kurt knew that.

He had also seen it coming.

"Here's an idea," Kurt said as if it had just occurred to him. "Why don't we double-date?"

Blaine froze up for another reason. "You… you're going on a date tonight?"

"Well it is Valentine's Day," Kurt explained. "So I asked Andrew if he wanted to go out. Just as friends, but who knows?"

"I - well, that's great, Kurt!" But the sparkle had disappeared again, no matter how happy Blaine looked on the outside. "But you have your own plans, you shouldn't have to drop those because I'm terrified."

Kurt sighed. "I was doing it because you were nervous. Now that you admit you're terrified, do you seriously think I'd let you do this alone?" He continued before Blaine could backtrack. "Andrew and I didn't have any set plans anyway, I think we were just going to catch a movie. He got tickets to something."

"Well," Blaine said slowly, "the restaurant Jeremiah and I are going to is quite small and apparently they were surprised that I even called to book because they don't ever have a waiting list or anything. So if you wanted to join us - only if you wanted to, of course - then it wouldn't be a problem."

"Great! Let me just call Andrew, back in a second."

He couldn't miss the way Blaine's smile changed as he left the room, as if a weight had just been taken off his shoulders.

Andrew was waiting just around the corner, eyebrow raised. "On?"

"On," Kurt agreed with a smirk. "Got the tickets?" The smirk widened when Andrew pulled out a set of tickets and he took in the name. "Perfect. This is going to be great. Now, go away and meet me in the foyer. Text me when Jeremiah gets here."

Andrew saluted and disappeared. Rolling his eyes, Kurt walked back into the room, pulling out his phone to put it straight back in his pocket. "Andrew's on board, our movie isn't until seven so we have plenty of time before - what?"

Blaine was standing in the middle of the room, staring at him. "I should have noticed when you first got here. You always dress great but you look even more amazing today."

And if Kurt hadn't been sure of what he was doing before, that pretty much cemented it. "Thank you," he said, trying not to blush. "Now, just sit down and relax a bit. What time is Jeremiah picking you up?"

Blaine checked his watch. "Ten minutes."

"Tell me about the competition season for you guys last year," Kurt said immediately, not wanting Blaine to have time to start freaking out again. "How far did you get."

"Regionals," Blaine said, sitting on the bed next to Kurt again with a wry smile. "As in, we made it to Regionals level and then never went. This guy Jim - not a Warbler anymore, you'll see why in a second - threw a huge 'We made it to Regionals!' party the night before and spiked the punch."

Kurt burst into laughter. "Oh my god! Wes would have murdered him!"

"Wes got plastered," Blaine managed to get out. "It was the funniest thing I've ever seen - I was one of the few who didn't drink the punch so I remember everything. Anyway, he tried to get Thad to marry him to his gavel and Thad ended up twisting it midway through so David and Wes were getting married instead. Then they divorced rather messily - and I mean that literally, drunken vomit is really really gross."

"You don't have to tell me that," Kurt said, shuddering a little at his own memory. "So I'm guessing everybody passed out and missed the competition."

"Better," Blaine said, his smirk growing. "They all passed out, the few of us who were sober finally got some sleep after babysitting all night and then it turns out Wes had sent a series of fifteen alarms to make sure he got up in time to go to Regionals. We didn't need to be up before seven, his alarms started at five." Kurt lost it again, collapsing onto Blaine's shoulder in laughter. "You can just imagine it, they've all got hangovers from hell and can't work out why they're hungover and Wes starts spouting off some conspiracy theory about the competition drugging us and insists on calling up the nurse. The headmaster came along."

"How do you guys even still exist?"

Blaine laughed. "The principal tried to disband us but Jim owned up and Wes started crying and that was kind of enough for him to take pity on us. Thankfully he missed the sight of Jeff throwing up in one of the antique vases otherwise we would probably never have seen another competition."

Kurt was nearly crying himself with laughter because the Warblers he had met were kind of nothing like the picture Blaine was painting and this was a million times better than any thoughts of his own club getting drunk. As he fought to regain control his phone buzzed and Kurt pulled up the text. "Oh, that's Andrew. Apparently Jeremiah's down there too."

Blaine frowned, grabbing his phone. "He didn't text me."

"Maybe he found Andrew before he needed to," Kurt said placatingly because Blaine actually looked a little put out by that. "Don't stress about it. Are you ready to go?"

"Not really?"

Kurt squeezed his arm and stood. "Of course you aren't. Come on."

The two boys were waiting for them in the foyer and Kurt tactfully stepped away from Blaine as he greeted Jeremiah, smiling at Andrew instead. "You look great," he told him with the barest hint of a smirk because yeah he looked great, anybody who Kurt picked out outfits for looked great. And he certainly wasn't going to be going on a date with a guy who had bad fashion sense.

"Thank you," Andrew said, echoing his smirk. "As do you."

"I know." He heard Blaine suppress his laughter beside him and Kurt rolled his eyes at Andrew who nodded to confirm it - Blaine had been paying more attention to him than Jeremiah.

It was going to be an interesting night.

"So how are we doing this?" Jeremiah asked. "Do you two want to ride with us or do you have your own transport?"

Kurt glanced back at Andrew who shrugged. "You're the one who was driving. I don't care either way."

"Let's take my car," Kurt said, making up another plan on the spot. "We'll follow you guys."

Blaine looked a little overwhelmed at that prospect - and Kurt found himself wondering whether he was going to have to babysit the boy for all of his life and rather quickly deciding that didn't bother him in the slightest - and Kurt just gave him a reassuring smile before following Andrew out to his car.

"You are having way too much fun with this," Andrew said once they were following Jeremiah's car out of the parking lot.

Kurt shrugged. "I'm watching the guy I love go on a date with someone else. If I don't have fun with it then I'm going to be miserable all night until… well."

"I know."

"Thanks for doing this."

Andrew smiled at him, touching his arm lightly. "Not a problem. It could work out for both of us anyway so it seriously isn't a hardship."

"I hope it does."

They lapsed into silence for the rest of the trip - only another few minutes anyway and then Jeremiah's car was pulling into a parking lot, Kurt following suit. Kurt let out a slightly shaky breath as he unbuckled his seatbelt and checked his hair one last time in the mirror before snapping the visor back up. "Let's do this."

Blaine was right - the restaurant Jeremiah had chosen was small and severely lacking in occupants. Probably a good thing considering the sexuality of the four present but it still left Kurt wondering why Jeremiah seemed to feel the need to hide Blaine's existence. If Blaine were his date, Kurt would probably be shouting it to the world.

But that was for later. For now, Kurt and Andrew simply dragged a table across to the one Jeremiah and Blaine had been seated at, Kurt making sure to take the seat next to Blaine. Their orders were taken quickly and as soon as the server had left, an awkward silence fell over the table. Kurt could see how tense Blaine was getting and knew it was up to him to fix things. "So," he began, "Jeremiah, tell us a bit about yourself."

Jeremiah shrugged. "Nothing to tell. Work at the Gap by day, Battlefield extraordinaire by night."

Andrew physically turned in his seat at that to stare. "Battlefield 2?"

"Of course, do I look like a caveman?" But Jeremiah was smiling and Kurt had to admit it was the first time he had seen the boy smile properly at all. "At least until Three comes out anyway. Until then I'll just stay ranked seventh."

"Oh my god, I've fought against you! I'm thirteenth!"

And they were off. Kurt rolled his eyes and turned to Blaine who was watching the scene with mild horror. "I can honestly say I have nothing to contribute to this conversation," he muttered to Kurt.

"Neither. Good thing we haven't picked apart the latest Vogue then, isn't it?"

The smile of relief Blaine shot him warmed Kurt's heart and they immediately launched into their own conversation. Kurt had just finished explaining how leopard print would work next season (but not on Blaine, never on Blaine) when their food came. The other two were still going and were likely to continue all night if Kurt hadn't kicked Andrew under the table, reminding him that they were here. Not that Kurt minded all that much but Blaine might actually be wanting to spend some time with his date and Kurt didn't want to get in the way of that.

... okay, he did. But only because he knew what really made Blaine happy and it didn't rhyme with 'hair's a liar,' which Jeremiah's might as well have been because that was the only thing that was passing him remotely as gay at the moment.

"So are you guys ready for Regionals?" Andrew asked, turning his attention back to Kurt who immediately deflected the question to Blaine.

Blaine shrugged a little. "We don't have a complete setlist but we're working on it. I've got a few suggestions that naturally Kurt would say are too Top 40 but I really do think - oh, I'm sorry, are we keeping you up?"

Kurt blinked in shock because okay, wow, he had never heard Blaine with attitude before. But he could see why as he glanced at Jeremiah to see the boy yawning. "Sorry," he said, not sounding contrite at all. "Guess I'm just not that interested in show choir."

Blaine tensed and Kurt lightly knocked their knees together under the table, shooting him a sympathetic and simultaneously warning glance - I'm sorry he's a jerk but don't let it ruin your night - that seemed to help. "So what are you interested in?" Blaine asked, deliberately keeping his tone light.

Jeremiah shrugged again and Kurt resisted the urge to bang his head against the table because this was who was picked over him to spend Valentine's Day with, to be in love with? Though judging by his side glance to Blaine, the other boy had suddenly seen the error of his ways; either that or the pained expression was due to his food not agreeing with him but that wasn't a particularly romantic thought and who talked about gas pains anyway?

"Tell us about the Gap?" Kurt found himself asking. And then immediately regretting because Jeremiah?

Actually liked his job.

And now Kurt was literally holding himself back from knocking himself unconscious against his food because the one thing he hated more than someone who wouldn't shut up about their job was someone who wouldn't shut up about their job in such an awful company. Kurt lived for fashion; the last thing he wanted was to hear about cheap poly cotton blends and what kind of amazing sales they were on. Especially when Blaine was looking thoughtful and Kurt knew there would be a serious intervention the next time Blaine went shopping.

But more than that, Blaine looked bored, an expression Kurt wasn't used to seeing on his face because he never looked bored when it was just the two of them. Kurt mentally chalked up another point in the competition he was fairly sure Jeremiah wasn't aware they were in but he was winning so it didn't matter.

By the time Jeremiah had finished talking their ears off - and Kurt had noticed halfway through that Andrew actually looked interested, dear god what was the world coming to? - they were all done with dinner and everybody politely declined dessert in favor of heading to the movie theatre. In other words, stage two.

It was only when they got there that Andrew pulled out his tickets, showing them to Kurt who wrinkled up his nose. "Brotherhood? Andrew, really?"

"You guys are going to see Brotherhood?" Jeremiah stared up at the poster with unconcealed longing. "It looks amazing."

Blaine was matching Kurt's expression, shaking his head. "Oh god, anything but that, please."

Jeremiah suddenly looked thoughtful and Kurt mentally cheered, glad he wasn't the one who would have to mention it. "You know," he started, "Andrew has two tickets and Kurt doesn't want his and I'm sure you two would find something that you've got in common that you'd want to see so maybe we could split for a little while?"

Kurt shrugged. "Anything to get me out of that movie, but it's up to Blaine."

And now all eyes were on Blaine and Kurt suddenly felt so awful for it because it was clear that Blaine wanted to kick up a fuss, not so much to stay with Jeremiah (or possibly so, Kurt wasn't sure) but because it was his date who was going off with someone else and yeah, that was probably going to suck. But Blaine simply smiled and lifted a shoulder. "Go ahead. Have fun."

The two boys didn't need telling twice, disappearing in the direction of the concession stand even though they had just eaten. Kurt turned his attention to Blaine who could clearly be more impressed by the turn of events but trying to hide it. "You alright?"

"I have to say, this isn't how I expected the night to pan out," Blaine said thoughtfully, his tone thankfully not too hurt. "I guess he's just not the guy I thought he was."

Kurt dropped a hand on Blaine's shoulder, letting it rest there for a second. "Are you okay with that?"

Blaine shrugged. "I guess it's good that I found out now. Obviously it's not the best of first dates but…" he hesitated and Kurt waited, knowing Blaine needed to speak on his own time. "I can't say it was that bad. If it had just been me and Jeremiah it would have sucked a lot but… you helped."

Strike two.

"They're still showing Burlesque," Kurt said softly.

Blaine's eyes widened. "Oh my god, what are we doing here then?"

"And that's why you're my favourite," Kurt said happily, linking his arm through Blaine's and tugging him in the direction of the ticket stand. And if Blaine had caught any extra meaning behind the words, Kurt wouldn't let him think about it. At least not yet.

They had both seen Burlesque naturally - together when it had first come out then with the girls and Kurt once more with Rachel when they had purposely picked a time that the theatre would be empty so they could belt their lungs out to the songs. It turned out to be the same this time and Kurt shot Blaine a smirk who caught on instantly. "Go on then."

It was easily the best movie Kurt had seen and even better now that Blaine was the one singing along. As they continued to shoot grins at each other, Kurt was trying to work out how Blaine could actually still be this oblivious because this was kind of not how friends acted. Maybe the movie on its own but add this to every other couple-like action they had done over the past few months and they were pretty much dating without labels. Which was exactly why Kurt had gotten so confused and why he was doing everything he could right now without actually coming out and telling Blaine the truth. As tempting as that was, Kurt knew it would be counterproductive. Blaine had to work this one out on his own.

Their movie ended half an hour before Brotherhood so naturally they had to wait for the other boys to come out. Kurt gestured to a seat across from a Rise of the Planet of the Apes poster and gestured for Blaine to join him. "Happy Valentine's Day," he said quietly, not really minding if Blaine didn't catch it.

"You know," Blaine said thoughtfully, staring up at a giant photo of Tom Felton, "I had a lot more fun tonight than I thought I would."

"Yeah?"

Blaine nodded. "I don't think it would have been such a good night if you hadn't been here. Nobody else makes me quite as happy as you do."

Strike three and you're out of denial.

Kurt got to watch it happen - the way Blaine's brow furrowed in thought like he was struggling to process an idea, the internal debate and then the most beautiful moment where his eyes widened and he turned to stare at Kurt like he had never even realized he existed before.

"There you go," Kurt said quietly. "I knew you'd get there in the end."

"You knew how I felt about you?"

Blaine's voice was quiet and almost strained, like it was an effort to speak. Kurt didn't blame him - when he had learnt about his own crush on Blaine it had felt like being punched in the chest and for him it had come out of nowhere. Blaine had known, once upon a time and he was about to learn the truth.

"David," he said simply.

Blaine hissed out a shocked breath. "I'll kill him."

"Will you?" Kurt asked mildly. "Blaine, if I hadn't known and you'd gone on this date with Jeremiah tonight, I would have given up on you completely. And besides, you didn't know you still liked me, only David knew that the crush you had first talked about when I transferred hadn't gone away like you said."

"But I -"

"Shh," Kurt hushed him softly, turning to face him properly. "Just let me talk, let me explain. When you said you were going to ask out Jeremiah on Valentine's Day, I was… well, surprised is one word for it. Apparently everything else was obvious because David caught me after the meeting and told me that he knew I was upset but -"

"I upset you?"

Kurt sighed. "Yes," he said simply. "You upset me because I thought you were going to ask me, that you asked whether it was too much to sing to someone on Valentine's Day because you were going to sing to me."

Blaine hissed in a sharp breath. "Kurt, I didn't -"

"Let me talk?" Blaine nodded, snapping his mouth shut and Kurt continued. "David told me that, as lovely as you are, you err a little on the wrong side of naive and oblivious at times. He also told me that when you first met me right up until maybe a few weeks after my transfer, you only ever talked about me and it was so obvious to him and Wes that you had a crush on me. And then you just stopped. And David would have believed that you had just gotten over me except you had said something about me looking up to you as a mentor and how important it was that you set a good example and be the support system I needed."

There was a long silence and Kurt could see the pieces slotting together. "I made myself believe I was nothing more than a mentor because I thought that was what you needed."

"And at the time I did," Kurt said reassuringly. "But what I wanted was a lot more and… and I still do, Blaine."

"You set this up."

There was no judgement in Blaine's tone which was why it was easy for Kurt to agree. "Jeremiah was you feeling lonely when you saw everybody else paired up for Valentine's Day. It wasn't going to last anywhere beyond this date -"

"Because I was still interested in you whether I knew it or not."

Kurt nodded. "So I didn't want you to go through an awkward night on your own - I'm sorry but I could tell from the moment I saw Jeremiah that he wasn't right for you. With that in mind, I called in a favor from Andrew, knowing full well that we didn't like each other but that he was the kind of guy who might go for Jeremiah and… well, look, I wasn't going to pull you and Jeremiah apart if you did click or anything. I just hoped that by being here tonight, I'd help if things went wrong."

"You did help," Blaine murmured, voice filled with emotion. "Can you just give me a minute?"

"Of course." Kurt tilted his head back and closed his eyes, waiting, knowing Blaine was probably doing the same. And it was a lot to take in because Blaine had come so close to admitting that he did feel the same but Kurt knew he needed time to sort his own head out. After all, everything he thought he had known about himself and his feelings had turned upside down and finding out that one of your best friends had known all along what you didn't was probably quite distressing.

It wasn't long before Blaine was touching his arm and Kurt opened his eyes. "I am pretty sure I screwed up badly," Blaine began and Kurt frowned, suddenly realizing how defeated Blaine looked. "I went after Jeremiah thinking it was love when really I've been crazy about you and - god, I didn't even let myself realize. And I hurt you and Kurt, that's the worst. So, um, thank you for showing me where I went wrong and I know I've lost every chance I had with you so I just hope the next guy you give your heart to realizes before it's too late and -"

Once Kurt had finished kissing the stupidity out of Blaine he broke away, gripping his shoulders. "I want you," he said firmly. "I wouldn't have done this if I didn't still want you, idiot. Well, no, I probably would have still been here for you but that's besides the point, I still want you."

"You mean -?"

"Do I have to keep kissing you to make it clear?" Kurt finally asked when their lips separated for the second time. "Because I will and it won't be a hardship, believe me."

"Mm, that sounds like a great - wait." Blaine held out a hand, pressing it to Kurt's chest gently. "We can't."

Kurt ignored the swooping feeling in his chest. "Oh, okay. Um, can I ask why?"

"Because technically I'm still on a date with Jeremiah and you're on one with Andrew."

Kurt winced. "Fair point," he conceded. And then movement caught his eye and he smirked. "But I don't think they've got any issues with it."

Blaine turned to look at what Kurt had seen - Jeremiah pushing Andrew up against a wall outside their theatre and kissing him soundly. Smirking, Kurt continued to watch and wait for them to break apart and turn around and see them… any time now…

With a sideways glance, Blaine cleared his throat loudly and Jeremiah pulled away, turning to face them. "Oh!" he exclaimed, wide-eyed, staring apologetically at Blaine. Behind his back, Andrew winked at Kurt who was fighting to keep a straight face. "Blaine, I - uh…"

"Save it," Blaine said coldly and Kurt glanced at him in surprise, just to see his impassive face break into a grin. "Kurt and I kind of found each other out here."

"Excuse me?" Kurt demanded. "Who found who?"

"Whatever." Blaine waved a hand dismissively and Kurt caught it, linking it with his own. "Anyway, I think we can say that things aren't going to work out with us, Jeremiah. I'm glad you two are happy though, I guess it worked out for everyone."

Kurt resisted the urge to groan at Blaine's excessive cheesiness, choosing instead to focus on Andrew. "You have a lift back to Dalton, I presume?" Andrew nodded. "Alright. See you there." The two boys left and Kurt turned his attention back to Blaine, exactly where it belonged. "Now it's just you and me. I think it's time to go back to basics and work our way up."

Blaine smiled. "Coffee?"

"Coffee."

Some of you wanted to know what the 'someday' meant in yesterday's bottom authors note. It didn't actually relate to the story; that was me saying that maybe someday I'll have a Blaine to hold me like that.

MusicalEscape:

"Someone needs to check how bad the storm is-"

"Me and Kurt will go." *half drags out of choir room*

"...aren't there windows right behind us?"

*yells out door* "WANKY!"