The boys stared at each other; neither one of them could look away, captivated by each other and the overwhelming emotions of the moments they had just shared. As they stared, they leaned in closer until their lips were so close they were almost touching. They could imagine what it would feel like to kiss, to feel the other's lips against their own.

"Alright," Artie called into the crowd. "Are you having a good time?"

Kurt's eyes fluttered closed, and he sucked in a deep breath, ready to find out if Blaine was his soulmate. But, at that moment, someone bumped into the back of Blaine's chair, and Kurt found himself with a lap full of Blaine, the moment gone.

Over the crowd, the DJ called, "Let's keep the good times rollin' with none other than Mr. Ritchie Valens!" There was another loud round of cheering.

Blaine sat up slowly, looking behind himself confused. Whoever had bumped his chair hadn't stayed around to make sure he was okay, so he stood up and straightened his clothes. "Sorry," he said, blushing.

"Don't mention it," Kurt replied. "It wasn't your fault."

"This song is short," Artie warned before starting the song. "So, if you want to dance with your dearest dates, you'll have to hurry," he chuckled as he started the song.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand. "You wanna dance?" he called, tugging him toward the dance floor.

"Um, yeah. Sure," Kurt replied. He'd really hoped to talk some more with his new date, but he'd also enjoyed dancing. Plus, it would be nice to feel Blaine's body pressed up against him again. So, he willingly followed him out onto the dance floor.

"You're mine and we belong together"

As Blaine found a place for them on the dance floor, Kurt noticed Blaine's date leaned up against the bar. He was talking to someone again, and as Kurt looked closer, he realized it was still Adam. He smiled to himself. They looked happy, like they were having a good time chatting it up at the bar and sipping on their drinks. He felt Blaine turning him, and he tore his gaze away from their dates at the bar, glad that everything had worked out for everyone. Any hint of guilt he'd been feeling completely melted away.

"Yes, we belong together, for eternity"

Kurt's breath caught in his throat as Blaine attached himself to Kurt, wrapping his arms around his neck and stretching up on his tiptoes to touch their noses together. "I'm so glad we decided to dance," he whispered, his breath hot against Kurt's lips.

"Me, too," Kurt breathed, afraid to move. He wanted so badly to kiss Blaine, to find out if they were soulmates, but he was scared of what might happen were they to kiss and find out that they weren't, that as they feared, soulmates didn't exist for them.

"You're mine, your lips belong to me"

Blaine stayed on his tiptoes, teasing Kurt with how close his lips were. They only danced for a few beats like that, but it felt like an eternity to the boys. Kurt held his breath, hoping they would kiss, but a few moments later, Blaine slid back to the floor, pressing himself tightly against Kurt, causing the boy to hug him close, arms wrapped around his waist. However, this time, Blaine didn't lean his head into Kurt's chest. This time, he kept his eyes fixed directly on Kurt's, staring at him with bright, sparkling eyes.

"Yes, they belong to only me, for eternity"

As they danced, staring into each other's eyes, Kurt felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. That must be Mercedes, he thought. It's probably been about two hours since the date started, and she's calling to check in with me. He chuckled to himself. Won't this be an interesting story to tell her?

Blaine gave him a questioning look, wondering if he was going to answer his phone.

Kurt just shook his head. It wasn't important. He was having the time of his life, and he wasn't going to interrupt this moment for something like talking to Mercedes. So, he ignored his phone, waiting until it stopped vibrating to pull Blaine even tighter against him. He sighed. There. That felt perfect.

"You're mine, my baby and you'll always be"

There was silence between the two of them as they continued to sway, bodies close together, staring into each other's eyes. Blaine is beautiful, Kurt thought. He's just absolutely perfect. Suddenly, feeling bolder than he ever had in his life, he leaned down and whispered in Blaine's ear, "I think you're the most perfect man I've ever seen." Kurt didn't know if it was the magic of their night together, the hormones coursing through him because of Blaine's body against his own, or just his desire for them to be soulmates, but he knew he had to tell Blaine how he felt.

A blush crept up Blaine's cheeks as he averted his eyes for a moment. "Thank you," he replied finally, rising up on his tiptoes again, his body sliding against Kurt's. "I think you're perfect, too."

Kurt couldn't hide his blush or quiet the gentle moan that Blaine pulled from his lips as he slid back down Kurt's body again.

Blaine gasped softly. That was the most amazing sound he'd ever heard, and he desperately wanted to hear it again.

"I swear by everything I own

You'll always, always be mine"

As the song neared its end, the two boys kept staring, unable to take their eyes off of one another. The longer they stared, their bodies sliding back and forth together as they danced, the closer their faces got, as if drawn together by a magnet. They wanted to kiss. Something in the universe wanted them to kiss. But, fear was stopping them, fear that they would know the truth, and they wouldn't like it.

"You're mine, and we belong together

Yes, we belong together, for eternity"

As the song ended, Blaine ground his pelvis roughly against Kurt's, delighted when Kurt moaned again. Blaine could feel Kurt stiffening against him, so he did it again, just one more time, before pulling away from the taller boy just a bit, a satisfied grin on his face.

"Beautiful. Beautiful," Artie said, voice booming through the already loud room. "Who's ready for another song?"

Kurt fought back a whine at the sudden distance between their bodies, already missing the wonderful, hard warmth of Blaine tight against him. He watched as the boy gave him a smug smile before turning his attention toward the DJ, waiting for the next song. He did that on purpose, that little shit, Kurt realized. That was part of his plan.