They were sitting on their bench in the memorial garden again, the wind whistling past them, playing on their faces, but Blaine barely noticed. He knew that his hand, resting on Kurt's shoulder, should be cold, but all he felt was the soft material of the coat underneath it. He could feel the weight of Kurt's head on his shoulder, smell his hair as his own head rested against it.
"Kurt –" he began, feeling his stomach twist nervously. Upon hearing his name, Kurt looked up. Blaine thought his eyes looked too big, too bright, as they glittered in the winter daylight.
Blaine felt sure they were talking – about what, he couldn't remember. It felt as though no time passing, that they could just stay, looking into each other's eyes, forever...
He dipped his head, feeling his forehead meet Kurt's and hearing Kurt's sharp inhalation. "Blaine..."
Blaine brought his left hand round to touch Kurt's cheek, tracing carefully across it with his thumb, until it reached the corner of Kurt's lip.
A pause. Frozen.
And then Kurt tilted his chin up, lightly bringing up a hand to touch the back of Blaine's neck. Blaine felt it there, a moment before he felt his lips meet Kurt's.
Fireworks.
Blaine's heart was running circles round his brain, he lost all sense of time, wanting nothing more than for Kurt to stay right where he was, kissing him, and him kissing back –
Blaine's eyes snapped open, the alarm clock next to his bed screeching at him. Half asleep, he turned it off, pressing his head back into the pillow and willing his dream to come back. But it was no use: the harder he tried to go back to sleep, the further the dream slipped away, and soon the details were hazy. Blaine did remember, though, the feeling of Kurt's lips on his.
It had felt wonderful.
Blaine was breathless; he could hear his heartbeat in his ears and sat up to clear his head, which was still fuzzy and completely distracted by his dream. He rubbed his eyes and sighed, leaning on the wall behind him. In the end, Blaine got up and decided to start getting ready for school.
But he couldn't stop thinking about the dream. It bothered him all day, and other students noticed his inattentiveness : "Blaine, you okay? You look tired," to which Blaine would mumble something about being fine and fiddle with his tie.
By the time of the Warblers rehearsal (and the Sectionals auditions), Blaine had nearly shaken the dream from his mind and went to see the potential soloists, who were waiting outside the Warblers hall.
Kurt stood up when he saw Blaine, walking swiftly over to him. "How many people are there in there?" he asked quietly, wide-eyed and nervous. He reminded Blaine of Bambi.
Blaine smiled, aware of Kurt's face being inches from his own. "All the Warblers are in there," he replied slowly.
Kurt inhaled, trying to calm down. "Okay," he said in between breaths.
"You okay?" Blaine backed away from his friend, giving him some air – and being absolutely nothing, he assured himself, with the sudden and overwhelming desire he had to kiss him.
"Completely," Kurt smiled anxiously.
Blaine glanced to the two other Warblers sitting by the wall, having a quiet conversation. "Well, I've gotta go in," he said, gesturing at the door, "but good luck!" He pulled Kurt close and hugged him, but then thought it was maybe too weird, so took a step back and looked at him, reading his face.
"What?" Kurt asked.
Blaine took a breath, but paused. "Nothing," he mumbled, opening the door. "Nothing..."
Kurt's audition, Blaine decided, was breathtaking. All through the performance, he could barely stop looking at Kurt, and nearly forgot to clap afterwards, he was so transfixed. It was cute how hard Kurt tried, and all in all it didn't help Blaine get over his dream. Afterwards, though, the Warbler council decided that, although it was a good effort, Kurt should really get a chance to properly slot into the group as a backing performer before any big solos, and Blaine felt awful telling Kurt the bad news.