AN: So I fail, I forgot I hadn't posted this and posted Chapter 4 thinking it was 3 and I was all confused . Sorry bout that, okay so this is chapter 3!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters, those belong to Ryan Murphy *cough cough* Trollphy *cough*

When Blaine awoke the next morning it was to realize he was sprawled out over his mattress, his notebook open lying on his stomach and the tip of the pen hanging loosely from his lips. He looked around bleary eyed trying to decipher what time it was. Sighing he sat up and looked at the page on his lap, even though he had slept with it open on his stomach, the page had remained un-rumpled and smooth. He smiled at the page, dragging the tip of his finger over softly, almost a caress. He stood and put the pen and notebook where they belonged in his backpack. He checked the phone on his desk for the time and paled, he was running late. The alarm on his phone hadn't woken him because he'd set it to silent the night before. Cursing he quickly changed out of his uniform from the previous day and threw on a pair of jeans, a white v-neck and blue cardigan Kurt had mentioned liking. As he tugged on his shoes he sent a text to Kurt that he was sorry but he'd be a few minutes late. As he got to his car he got the response from him saying everything was fine and he'd have his coffee for him when he got there and he shouldn't argue about him paying because it was almost his turn to order anyway.

Smiling he started driving to the Lima Bean, singing along to some banal pop song that he recognized. Slowly but surely he mind drifted to Kurt, sweet, innocent, perfect Kurt. Blaine had yet to find a physical or character flaw in his Kurt. Sure, he had a tendency to be a bit snarky and maybe if you really pushed him, one could call him down right bitchy. But Blaine admired that about Kurt, he knew when to hold his tongue, but if someone was out of line, he wouldn't hesitate to tell them. And of course there was his flawless taste in fashion, some would call it outlandish or eccentric, maybe even down right flamboyant at times; but it all looked wonderful on Kurt. Once Finn had shown Blaine a picture of Kurt in a cheerleading uniform, on anyone else it would have made them look positively ridiculous, but on Kurt it just made him look sexy. Blaine would have to remember to get that picture before he dealt with Finn.

Blaine sighed wistfully as he pulled into the parking lot. Kurt could have his choice of any man in Lima, or hell even the world if he wanted. But for some odd reason, Kurt had chosen Blaine, at least for now. Blaine knew he was madly in love with Kurt, and soon he'd start showing exactly how much he loved him. Not that'd he tell Kurt, no that would be far to dangerous. There was always the chance, no matter how slim, the chance that maybe Blaine could get caught. And Blaine would never tangle Kurt up in that, he would never let his boy be hurt.

As he walked through the doors he looked immediately to their normal table and saw Kurt smiling back at him. He was looking for Blaine, waiting for him. His boy's devotion was beautiful, just like everything else about him.

Blaine moved quickly to their table, knowing he looked eager but he didn't care. Who wouldn't look eager with that beautiful face smiling at them? Smiling Blaine sat down across from him, "Hi." Blaine managed, though somewhat breathlessly. Kurt did that to him, reduced him to a wanting puddle.

"Hi." Kurt spoke softly, blushing only slightly. Kurt was so damn cute when he blushed.

Blaine once again found himself blatantly staring at Kurt with this ridiculous smile on his face. Kurt just blew him away every time he saw him. Blaine only noticed he was staring a few moments later when Kurt blushed bright red and pushed his coffee across the table.

"You know if you keep staring at me like that your coffee will get cold." Kurt managed with a small smirk, though his cheeks were still painted red.

Blaine smiled and took his coffee and looked Kurt right in the eye when he spoke. "Well if you would stop being so beautiful, I wouldn't have to stare, and then we wouldn't have this problem."

Kurt blushed right to the tips of his ears and up to his hair line, and Blaine was sure that blush was spread down the boy's neck and chest as well. Smirking he took a sip of his coffee. Flirting with Kurt was so much fun, he could say the simplest things and then he would blush and smile, and duck his head to the side, and look up at coquettishly from under his long lashes. Kurt knew exactly how to drive him crazy, like he was born for it. Born for him. Blaine knew it was a stupid thought, that Kurt might be meant for him, but that didn't stop him from thinking it; or even believing it to some degree.

He saw Kurt jump and pull out his phone, "Its my dad," he said apologetically, "I'll be right back I promise."

Blaine watched as he stood and walked off to a quieter corner of the coffee shop, swinging his hips as he went. It was Blaine's first real chance to look at the boy since he'd arrived. Kurt looked wonderful, as he always did. He was wearing a black thigh length sweater, that fit him like a glove. Underneath it he had worn a white button up, he had rolled up the sleeves of the sweater and rolled the cuffs of the button up over it. Around his neck, just above the collar of his shirt was a bright red ascot, which should have made him look ridiculous, and the outfit costumeish, but all it did was draw attention to Kurt's neck. His neck was slim and pale, and it looked soft and smooth. Blaine wanted to touch it, kiss it, make Kurt love all of him. Someday Blaine would get the chance to kiss it, kiss Kurt. Not now but someday.

As Blaine looked at Kurt he noticed how demure Kurt was looking fashion wise. Normally with this outfit he'd be wearing a silver vest with ties, and most certainly that one pair of knee high white buckle boots. But he was wearing a pair of white chucks. He looked so subdued, so not Kurt, it worried him. He'd ask when Kurt came back and sat down. When Kurt returned he looked sadder more worn down. As he sat, he set his hands on the table, "Sorry 'bout that."

Blaine reached up and grabbed Kurt's hands in his, rubbing the skin of his knuckles gently. "Its fine Kurt, is everything okay?"

Kurt took in a large breath, "Kind of." He winced and looked down at the table, grabbing Blaine's hands tightly. "Finn got in a fight with Karofsky, which doesn't surprise me they both have a short fuse. But apparently my dad freaked out a little decided he and Finn need some kind of 'father son' bonding time. So he's taking Finn fishing all weekend. Which wouldn't be a big deal if Carole wasn't already out of town..." Kurt looked back up at Blaine with a look of such desperation Blaine was sure his heart broke. "I just don't really wanna be alone all weekend is all."

Blaine tried to hold back his smile and failed, "Stay with me then!" He smiled wider with the "are you crazy" look Kurt threw at him. "Danny is off with his family moving to Colorado, so my normal double sized dorm is now an extra large single. We can hang out all weekend. Watch movies, drink coffee..." Blaine mentally tacked on the words, cuddle, kiss and hold hands. He also tried to not think about them possibly sharing a bed. Not even in a sexual way, just...sleeping together. "What do you say?"

Kurt looked at Blaine nervously, obviously somewhat sold on the idea but still wary. "I don't know Blaine..."

Blaine decided to push it a little, pulling out all the stops. "C'mon Kurt, you're always taking care of everyone else. Let me take care of you." Blaine pulled one of Kurt's hands to his lips and kissed the top of his hand, causing Kurt to blush again.

Kurt pulled his hand away from Blaine's lips, though somewhat reluctantly. After a moment of thought, and biting his lips he finally spoke. "Well...okay...can we just stop by my house so I can grab a few things?"

Blaine smiled so widely it was almost painful, "Of course! Lets go!" And so they went, one nearly bouncing as he drove, the other near shaking with nerves and trying not to blush.

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"You can just throw your stuff on Danny's bed." Blaine spoke as they entered the room. He flopped down onto his own bed lying on his stomach, watching Kurt. When Kurt turned around Blaine tapped the space beside him, asking Kurt to come sit down with him. Blushing, Kurt did. Blaine slowly realized just how apprehensive Kurt was. Sure they'd been alone before, but never like this. This was a weekend, so most of the students were gone, and they were in Blaine's room all alone, with little chance of anyone coming in, and it was going to be like that all weekend. Once Blaine realized this, he tried to make it easier for Kurt. "C'mon, you can lie down with me. I'm not gonna hurt you." He said softly, comfortingly. "You know I wont. And you have to get used to letting people get close to you. I'm not Karofsky, Kurt. I'm not going to hurt you."

Slowly but surely Kurt laid down next to Blaine. They weren't touching, but there was very little space between them. They could feel the heat radiating from each other. Kurt suddenly looked different, he looked more relaxed. If lying down could make that much of a difference in Kurt, Blaine wondered just what he could do to get him to fully relax. "Hi there." Blaine smiled.

"Hi." It was the softest he had ever heard Kurt speak, not just in volume but in tone. And he didn't blush, despite their proximity to each other. Blaine had the overwhelming urge to touch him, so he did. He reached out and gently cupped Kurt's face in his hand, and ran his thumb slowly over Kurt's cheek bone. Kurt tensed but didn't stop Blaine.

"Is this okay?" He heard someone ask, it took a moment for Blaine to realize it was him.

"Y-Yeah..." Kurt said breathily.

"Okay...I–I just wanna touch you. Just like this. You tell me to stop when you want." Kurt nodded, so Blaine continued to explore the soft planes of his face. He slowly dragged his thumb up his cheek, brushing back a piece of Kurt's usually immaculate hair. He watched in awe as Kurt shut his eyes, and lay pliant against the bed. He was so beautiful. He reverently moved his fingers to ghost over Kurt's eyelids, feeling the soft skin there. As he moved his hand down to his chin, he slowly dragged his thumb over Kurt's lips, causing a small shiver from the boy across from him. He spoke before he could stop himself. "I really wanna kiss you right now." He heard himself say it but couldn't believe it, his voice sounded far away and airy. But Kurt's eyes flew open to look at Blaine, as his fingers traced the sharp lines of his jaw.

"Then do it." Kurt sounded so sure, so confident, but his eyes deceived him. He was just as nervous as Blaine was. Which was good because Blaine's heart was about to fly out of his chest and his stomach was in knots, but none of that mattered because Kurt wanted him to kiss him, and by God Blaine wasn't going to say no now.

Blaine moved his hand slowly from his jaw to the back of Kurt's neck, cupping it gently. He inched himself forward gently and bumped his nose against Kurt's, losing himself in the blue of Kurt's eyes. He wanted to say "I love you", the words were bubbling up in chest. But he didn't want to push Kurt to fast, so he'd wait. He'd always wait for Kurt, as long as he had to, he'd wait. So instead of saying "I love you" he slid his eyes shut, and pushed his fingers firmly against Kurt's neck, and kissed him.

He thought his heart would explode the moment their lips touched, it was dry and electric and he felt Kurt sigh happily against his lips. And in that moment Blaine knew exactly what he wanted, he wanted Kurt to forget all about Karofsky and the things he did, he wanted Kurt to remember that as his first kiss without any thoughts of Karofsky hanging in the back of his head. So he pushed his lips firmer against Kurt's, tangling his fingers in the soft hairs at the back of his neck. And suddenly Kurt responded. He moved himself against Blaine and reached up resting his hand on the small of Blaine's back.

Blaine thought he'd died. He could feel Kurt everywhere, his soft lips against his, his hair sliding through his fingers, his breath ghosting across his lips as they moved and shifted against each other, his palm firmly planted on his back pushing Blaine against him, their feet knocking against each other. It was perfect. Blaine had kissed and been kissed, but nothing like this. This was slow and careful, nothing rushed, both relishing in the feeling of the other.

When Blaine finally pulled back it was for air, not because he wanted to stop, he never wanted to stop. Kurt's eyes fluttered open, "Whoa…that was…."

"Yeah…" Blaine breathed back. They were still connected by their hands, Blaine's fingers tangled up in Kurt's incredibly soft hair, and Kurt's splayed across Blaine's back.

Neither felt like moving, it felt as though a spell had been cast, and if they moved it would all come crashing down.

And neither of them wanted that, they wanted that moment to be suspended in time forever. They'd never felt something like it, so perfect and wonderful, never felt so truly connected to another human being.

But then the moment was gone as quick as it had came. Kurt tensed and sat up quickly. Moving across the bed as far away from Blaine as he could while still being on it, he pulled his knees to his chest, blocking himself off. "I can't do this." He said in a quiet, scared tone that Blaine never wanted to hear come out of Kurt's mouth again.

Blaine sat up slowly, carefully trying to avoid any movement that could send Kurt running. "Can't do what?"

"You!" Kurt said furiously. "What happened to the boy who didn't want to screw this up?

And who was in love with that Jeremiah guy? What happened to the boy who told me no?

Because this, right now, this isn't that boy."

He wanted to scream the truth right then and there. That all that had been a test. He needed to know if Kurt really was devoted to him, because there was no point in creating perfection if Kurt would just walk away. Now that he knew he wouldn't, he could happily be with him, create a perfect world for Kurt, and just make it all so much easier. Instead he went with a half-truth.

"The boy who ran away is gone Kurt. I'm done hiding or ignoring my feelings for you. All that saying no and everything with Jeremiah…Kurt the way I feel for you scared me, it still does actually." Carefully he scooted closer to Kurt, and felt a little better when Kurt leaned forward a little, not rejecting him. "I've never felt so strongly about something. I didn't just kiss you because you're there, I'd never do that. I kissed you because I lo-I really like you Kurt, a whole lot."

And Blaine waited. He would always wait for Kurt. He waited for Kurt to comprehend everything he said. He didn't push him he just sat there, looking at his blanket and tracing curved patterns on the top of it.

"Oh, well, what does that-where does that leave us? Are we friends or…?" Kurt trailed off awkwardly to nervous to actually say what he wanted. So Blaine took the lead happily, he looked up at Kurt and smiled widely, genuinely relieved that Kurt hadn't gotten up and left.

"Kurt Hummel-Hudson, I would be honored if you would do me the pleasure of being my boyfriend."

And Kurt smirked, getting comfortable again, no longer worried. "Blaine Warbler I'd be delighted. And I suppose that means, you wouldn't mind if I did this." And Kurt went from backed up against the bed to nearly flying on top of Blaine pushing him down into the bed kissing him happily.

Smiling against his lips as he kissed him, "Not at all Kurt, not at all."

It was the beginning of a beautiful romance.

AN: So yeah, don't ask me where this came from but here's 6 pages of fluff for you guys! I'm going to go repost chapter 4 now .

Love,

Molly