THE ONE WITH FINN
"Kurt!"
"Mmphhh… Blaine? Why are you calling me at… wait… 3.37 a.m.?"
"Come outside."
"What?"
"I'm in your backyard, come down."
"But…"
Blaine hung up. He must have sounded desperate, because it only took Kurt three minutes to appear, smelling like peppermint toothpaste, still in a black pajama, and with adorable bed hair that he was trying – and failing – to comb into submission with his fingers. He looked anxious. Blaine hugged him as soon as the back door closed behind him.
"Blaine, what happened? Are you okay? Hey, talk to me."
"Nothing happened. I just wanted to see you."
"In the middle of the night? You couldn't have waited five hours to see me at school?"
"No. Did I wake you?"
"Of course you woke me! What else do you think I could be doing at 3.37 a.m.?"
Blaine mumbled something.
"What was it, Blaine?"
"And you were alone in your own bed, right?" The words tumbled from his mouth before he had a chance to stop them.
"What? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Um. I might have had a nightmare."
"A nightmare made you drive two hours in the middle of the night to check if your friend was alone in his bed, asleep? What were you dreaming about?"
"You."
"And?"
"Finn."
"Me and Finn? As in my step-brother Finn?"
"I had to come here to tell you not to kiss Finn. Please, please don't kiss Finn." He wasn't above pleading, apparently. Huh.
"Ooooh-kay. I can safely promise you I won't. But why?"
"Because I want to be the only one you kiss?..."
"But…"
"I'm stupid, I'm clueless and I'm in love with you ever since I first saw you, and my brain has just caught up and sent me that long overdue memo in the middle of the night. And I would really want to not waste any more time not being with you, so would you do me the honor and agree to be my boyfriend?"
"This is surreal. Are you sure I'm not asleep in my bed and dreaming?"
"If you say yes, I could kiss you to prove you're not."
"Okay. Yes."
"..."
"Oh."