Author's Note: Last true chapter. Might write a little epilogue for the end. Thanks for the reviews/alerts/subscriptions! I really appreciate them. Enjoy : )

Blaine couldn't help but be distracted all day, which was worrying his fellow Warblers. Their performance of Teenage Dream was supposed to be today, but with Blaine's head up in the clouds, that was looking like it'd be a disaster, and it'd be better to reschedule.

"Guys, I'll do fine. I promise," Blaine said, trying to assure his friends. All of them gave him the 'you'd better do fine' glare as they hurried off to where they were going to perform. Blaine walked by himself, down the stairwell, headed in the same direction.

"Excuse me," he heard from behind him, which startled him because it sounded almost like a girl's voice. He turned around to see where that'd come from, and almost fell down the steps when he saw it.

Standing in front of him was the boy from his dreams, Kurt. He was even wearing the same outfit he'd been wearing the night before. Kurt looked Blaine up and down, eyes bugged out the same way Blaine's were. They were frozen in the stairwell, making people who were hurrying to the Warblers performance walk around them.

"No way," Blaine said under his breath, staring at the boy.

"BLAINE FREDRICK ANDERSON! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!" Wes yelled, officially losing his temper. Blaine shook his head and gave Wes the 'one second' finger.

"Uh, I hate to say this and sound crazy," Blaine started.

"But you've been having dreams about me for the past few months?" Kurt asked back. Blaine nodded, still staring at him.

"Uh, this is such a bad time. Want to come watch the Warblers perform?" he asked, wishing he didn't have to run off to that damned performance. Kurt nodded, taking Blaine's hand as he led him through the halls of Dalton Academy, until he reached the performance.

Blaine performed Teenage Dream perfectly, never missing a single step, keeping his eyes on Kurt the entire time. Kurt was bobbing his head along, looking around the common room and watching the Warblers, still having a hard time believing this entire thing. Once the song was finished, Blaine broke away from his group of friends and grabbed Kurt, taking him to get some coffee.

"This is insane," Kurt finally said once they had there drinks and were sitting down. "I mean, you're the guy from behind the glass."

"I always wondered what your voice sounded like," Blaine said, breaking away from the shock and moving into the enjoyment of being in Kurt's company. "And your hands are so soft."

Kurt's face burned brightly as he took another sip of his coffee. "That performance was wonderful," Kurt said, adding a nod. "Katy Perry would die if she saw it."

"Thanks," Blaine said, staring at Kurt's hands, wondering if it'd be out of line for him to touch them.

"Did the picture come through?" Kurt asked, trying to keep conversation going, which was never a problem in the dreams but now that they were face to face, it was somehow different.

"Yea it did! It's in my room. I'll show it to you," Blaine said, using this as an excuse to grab Kurt's hand again and started running him through the halls of Dalton, until they reached his dorm. Blaine fumbled with his keys, still holding one of Kurt's hands, but finally got the door opened. "Welcome to my humble abode."

Kurt wandered around the room, looking mostly at Blaine's pictures of family or friends while Blaine dug around his room for the picture. He couldn't remember the exact place he put it, but he knew it was in here somewhere.

"Found it!" he yelled, pulling the picture from under his pillow. He handed it to Kurt, who pulled it open and grinned.

"This is so crazy," he mumbled, flipping the paper over and then looking at Blaine.

"Maybe a little bit," Blaine said. "But you know what?"

"Hmm?"

"There's no glass between us now," Blaine answered, taking Kurt's hand. Kurt blushed at the touch, and blushed even more when Blaine kissed him.