A/N: Back again. I kept meaning to post this chapter for the last week or so but kept getting distracted, so here I am posting it on a Friday (when no one is going to read it). Meh, I say.

Thanks so much to all the reviewers! Ya'll had such a powerful response to this story that I couldn't stay away... and we all need a little light, happy, and funny now that Glee is officially over. Onto the story!

Disclaimer: Just because Glee is over, doesn't mean it's mine.

Enjoy!

Useless organ, useless organ, useless organ!, it had become a mantra at this point, repeating it over and over every time Blaine kissed him because his stupid heart fluttered.

Freaking fluttered!

Like he was some Twilight obsessed tween and Taylor just took off his shirt again. When Schue actually looks his way for a solo and does not even consider Rachel. Or when his discount fashion websites have their end of the season purge, where everything must go.

But Kurt could attest, these were much more intense; and he knew why too... he certainly did not want to think about it though. For so many reasons he knew he should not be—of which he made a thorough list of... but Blaine just had a way with his tongue.

Sad thing was, he did not even mean that in the dirty sense.

Case and point.

"Come on, beautiful," Blaine urged, jumping out in front of him and began walking backwards, all grace and poise without missing a step, "I like you, you like me... at least you like being kissed by me—and we're making some pretty good ground! Only got three hundred and forty five left! Counting the three from just now."

"I still can't believe you're keeping count," Kurt muttered, giving off an air of disinterest. Trying to play it cool is more like it. Honestly, he was freaking out inside.

Blaine smirked, that same old weak-in-the-knees smirk, "I want to make sure I'm getting my money's worth. I certainly wouldn't want to miss a single kiss over something as trivial as not counting." The shorter teen slowed his pace, so that he came closer to Kurt, "And since we're kissing, you should totally let me take you out to that seriously overrate restaurant that everyone and a half goes to: Breadstix."

That, that right there was why he was freaking out. Blaine Freaking Anderson was asking him out on a date. Kurt could not help but feel that the other teen had started this whole situation for more than just kissing him, maybe because Blaine even liked him and actually wanted to date him—be Kurt's boyfriend.

Okay, Kurt, the more rational side of his brain said, let's come back to Earth. Let's not get lost in the fantasies of a bow-tie wearing Blaine—no matter how sexy he looks.

He really needed to tread lightly at this point, his brain was one shock away from short circuiting and he really could not handle if Blaine made dirty comments about his lips and mouth. Even if he does it quite often.

Then there was also the matter of Blaine asking him out, on a date. There was absolutely no way that he could stand another bout of those words—or basically those words, as Blaine had not really said 'date'. He had to have meant date though, because one did not just take another to Breadstix unless it was a date.

Date.

He had to stop thinking about this, or his brain really would short circuit.

Let's not forget the completely useless organ that was beating wildly in his chest. His heart was just a ball of mush, for as much use that it was giving Kurt. There was just no way that he could fall in love with Blaine, despite the apparent wooing and sweet nothings. Relationships between a guy like Blaine and a guy like him never worked out, their happily ever after endings were fiction, that had ridiculously world encompassing problems in such a small population of people—not possible.

"So, beautiful?"

Don't say anything stupid. Don't say anything stupid. Don't sa— "Sure." Or you could say that, because that's real smart.

Then Blaine smiled—not even a variation of his usual smirks, a real smile that was almost child-like in excitement, happiness—

There goes my heart again! Stupid, melting, useless organ, Kurt thought only a little bitterly, because the rest of him was too mushy to feel anything at the moment; which he was grateful for, he knew the feelings that he would be feeling otherwise and he just could not handle dealing with those in front of the guy that he was trying not to feel them for, let alone feel them at all. Those feelings were only allowed when he was in his PJs, on his bed, with some version of Mr. Darcy playing on the TV or computer screen, over a bowl of Half Baked ice cream.

"Cool!" Blaine exclaimed. "How about this Friday? I'll pick you up at six-thirty?"

"Sure, yeah," Kurt smiled (and not even strained! Stupid, stupid heart!), "That sounds great."

Blaine just nodded and bounced on his heels, making his elation look even more child-like. "Also," he said while reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out a large food storage bag filled with candy, heart-shaped candy, "I got these for you."

Kurt gently took the pro-offered bag, a little shocked, "Um, thanks? But—not to hurt your feelings or anything, because this is sweet and all—I don't really eat candy."

"No, no," Blaine replied, "I know. I didn't really get them for you to eat, because I know you prefer chocolate, and more the bonbons with filling than plain bars. These—"—and his smirk was back—"—represent each kiss that you owe me."

The taller teen's eyes widened before snapping down to the bag in his hand.

"But I made sure to only include the ones that had something to do with kissing," Blaine said, "Like 'Let's kiss' and 'Kiss me' and 'Kiss?'"

Kurt laughed, "You're ridiculous... and kind of wasteful. I'm just going to end up throwing these away."

"Maybe, maybe and whatever," Blaine answered, shrugging and looking a little dejected, "but look, I did give the rest of them to that Sam guy. Apparently he ran out of macaroni noodles for his art and the lunch lady wouldn't give him anymore this week, so I figured it being still so close to Valentine's that he could still use them for something or another... So I'm only a little wasteful."

Kurt's heart clenched at that, not only was Blaine being nice to Sam (in a really odd way) but he looked generally hurt when Kurt had said he would throw away the candies—even though he collected them despite knowing that Kurt did not like candy.

His mind made up—rather quickly because of his stupid heart and its stupid emotions—he slipped the bag of candy into his saddle bag... and his heart fluttered when Blaine smiled.

So, so screwed, his brain mocked. So screwed, in fact, the more apt word would be fucked.

"So, see you Friday at six-thirty?"

"What?" Kurt asked, a little dazed.

Blaine gave him a strange look, "Pick you up? For Breadstix. Friday? Six-thirty?"

"Oh," the taller teen whispered, looking away to try and get a hold of his wayward thoughts. "Um, yeah? We can beat most of the crowd."

Blaine smirked, "You're not a people-person, are you?"

Kurt tossed the other teen an unimpressed look, "I'm not an ignorant-people person, and Lima has those in droves."

The shorter teen snorted but nodded, stepping so close to Kurt that the taller teen could feel the temperature change between their bodies—or maybe he was imagining that. Blaine met his gaze though, ducking only slightly to catch it, "As long as you're with me... you won't have to worry about anyone, beautiful."

Kurt licked his lips, watching how Blaine's eyes briefly traced the movement before meet his eyes again; making Kurt feel brave at how captivated he had the other teen, "I guess I should be relieved—but I'm not some damsel in distress. So you can take that mock chivalry and shove it u—"

...and there goes Blaine, kissing him again; pressing him against the lockers, in front of the Spaghetti Monster and everyone.

Then again, he was not really complaining all that much—seeing as his arms are wrapped around Blaine's shoulders and all.

Blaine pulled away first, his smugness evident, "So six-thirty then." He kissed Kurt again, silencing any response he may have had, only to pull back once the other teen moaned, "Friday."

Trying to get words out of his (thoroughly tongued) mouth, right this second, was like trying to start his Navigator with no engine; it just was not going to happen. So he nodded and got kissed again.

And again.

...and again.

Kurt pulled away, "No, more... My brain feels mushy."

Blaine laughed, pulling away only slightly, "Then I'd better stop, you still have class to go pay attention in."

Kurt groaned, letting his head fall back into the lockers. He had completely forgotten they were still at school.

The shorter teen leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to Kurt's exposed neck, before pulling away completely, "That kiss doesn't count towards the three hundred and forty you still owe me." He only smirked when Kurt turned a glare on him, "See you for sure on Friday."

After these last few seconds of Blaine's lips not being pressed against his owe, Kurt was able to process everything, "Here," he said, making to pull out a piece of paper and a pen from his bag, "I'll give you my address."

"Don't need it, sugar-lips," Blaine said, shoving his hands into his pockets, "I already know it."

"How do you know where I live?" Kurt asked, incredulous and a little creeped out.

"Gay-dar. Caught you on it while driving down a street one day, happened to see you in the window," he shrugged, like it was no big deal, "so I took note."

Kurt just glared, saying without words that he was not fooled, nor impressed.

"Okay, okay." Blaine threw up his hands in a placating manner, "Puck's my man, and when he's not hanging out with me he's with your brother. One day I got invited over for Xbox." The other teen smirked suddenly, stuffing his hands back into his pockets, "I happened to see some of your Cheerio performance pictures; makes for perfect material for my dreams—knowing how bendy you are and all."

Kurt stood from where he had been pressed into the lockers, taking hold of his saddle-bag's strap for confidence (and something else to focus on, other than Blaine's lips). "You joke about how bendy I am in your dreams," Kurt said with his own smirk, stepping around the shorter teen (so that he could make a quick get-away after his next comment), "you don't know the half of it, Anderson. I do yoga."

...and with that, Kurt turned heal and left, walking down the hall with as much self-satisfaction as Santana after a verbal tear down of Rachel; but not before hearing Blaine say:

"That was so not fair."

Kurt's smirk widened, he finally got the last word.

A/N: And Kurt gets sassy! Well, I hope you all enjoyed, and keep an eye out for another chapter soon (can't tell you when because then it won't happen... so says my track record).

Anyways, thank you for reading and let me know what you think so far!

Until next time,

Anjel Starlight