Rose sniffled and buried her face into Kurt's shoulder.
"You okay?" Kurt murmured and rubbed her back soothingly. Rose hummed in affirmation and clung tighter to him where she was cuddled on his chest. It was just past 7 pm and Kurt's niece was spending the night at his house so Rachel and Finn could have some 'couple time', as they had called it when they dropped her off at his doorstep. Kurt had instantly known something was off by the way Rose hadn't immediately thrown herself around his neck, and as soon as her parents had left he had lifted her up in his arms and laid them both down on his beige cotton couch with a bag of emergency gummy bears in close reach.

"Want to tell me about it?" he asked softly, and Rose leaned up on her arms so she could look at him, her blue eyes huge and wet.

"Uncle Kurt, how do you know you're in love with Blaine?"

"What?" Kurt said, taken aback. Damn that girl was intuitive.

"Do you get butterflies in your tummy when he looks at you?"

"More like helicopters," Kurt muttered lowly to himself. "Sweetie, do you have a crush on one of your friends?"

"No!" Rose exclaimed as if it was the most preposterous thing she had ever heard, but when Kurt just raised his eyebrows at her she bowed her head in defeat, "Maybe. Yes."

Kurt chuckled fondly and held out two red gummy bears that Rose gratefully stuffed into her mouth.

"So what's his name?" Kurt said in a singsong voice and pulled her back down in his arms.

"Jaden," Rose whispered somewhat embarrassedly and Kurt lightly flicked the tip of her nose.

"You are not allowed to feel embarrassed with Uncle Kurt, remember our secret honesty-tell-everything-leave-no-details-out-sorority?"

"You like Blaine." Rose was not taking any shit today. "But how do you know?"

Kurt sighed in defeat. "If I tell you about Blaine will you tell me about Jaden?" Rose nodded and held her hand over her heart. "Okay… well, yes, I do like Blaine. Like, more than a friend. And you want to know how I know for sure? Well, when I'm with him I feel… happy… and warm. And then it sort of tingles," realizing how that might sound, Kurt hurried to add: "In my toes. And when he smiles at me my heart beats faster. And I want to kiss him. And I want to spend all the time in the world with him – all eternity." Kurt finished, grinning goofily at his own cheesiness. Somewhere along the way he had apparently been reduced to a teenage girl. Rose turned onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, much like Kurt had done the day prior when he realized his feelings for Blaine.

"Has he kissed you?" she asked. Memories of yesterday came rushing back from where he had been avoiding them and Kurt cringed.

"No. Well, almost. Yesterday we almost kissed."

Rose's mouth fell open and she turned her head back, looking at him upside down. "What happened?"

"We were out in the snow and he was holding my hand while we were walking. And then he stopped and leaned towards me, but when he was close enough he turned and kissed my cheek instead," Kurt tried to explain, but it all came out sort of messy.

"But why? Doesn't he like you too? Mom said that he does. She told Dad when they thought I was sleeping. But I heard."

Kurt ground his teeth in annoyance. Like Rachel knew anything about anything.

"I don't know, sweetie. I don't know. But now it's your turn. Who is Jaden?"

And Rose told him all about Jaden Williams who was six years old and had pretty blonde hair and had pushed her on the swing during recess and complimented her dress. And when Rose asked him if that was love Kurt answered that if that wasn't love, then he didn't know what was.

"Come to my house tonight? I'll cook you dinner?"

That was the text that had brought Kurt to his current situation. It was Saturday night, one week since he had last seen or heard as much as a word from Blaine Anderson. Kurt had thought all hope was gone, each day passing pulling him further down in desperation and hopelessness. He knew he could just have texted Blaine himself, but seeing how their last meeting had ended he had wanted to wait and see if Blaine would make the first move. The text had ticked in earlier that day, causing Kurt to having to spend six hours tripping with nerves. Deliberating what to wear had been nightmarish. How formal was it, was a suit too much? He had wanted to impress Blaine and in the end he had gone with a black tight-fitting shirt and dark woolen suit pants, a silver watch he had inherited from his late grandfather, black shined shoes, and topped it off with spending forty minutes coiffing his hair to perfection. And he looked damn good. If this was how it all ended, at least he would go down looking stylish as hell. Kurt took a deep breath before knocking on the door of Blaine's huge house (he was pretty sure he had seen Chris Brown exit the neighbor house) and putting on his best smile as the door was pulled open.

He was met with two disturbingly similar, yet extremely endearing faces, grinning up at him. Blaine, dressed impeccably in a deep burgundy shirt, a black bow-tie fastened around his neck and black dress pants with black socks, no shoes, his hair slightly gelled back and his skin a glowing bronze, was clutching a tiny black dog to his chest, whose tongue was hanging out as it barked happily and tried to break free from his arms to get to Kurt.

"Hi, Blaine," Kurt said as he stepped into the big hallway, and Blaine put the dog down on the floor, which immediately rushed to Kurt's feet and started sniffing the pants of his leg.

"And who are you, beautiful?" Kurt bent down to scratch the extremely enthusiastic puppy's head, giggling as it licked his fingers. He looked up at Blaine who was staring down at them with a fond look on his face. "You actually bought a dog."

Blaine nodded, seeming rather proud of himself, and pulled the same notebook he had used back when they first met out of his pocket. "Say hello to Charlie! He is a black lab!" Blaine drew a huge smiley face behind the words and held out a hand to help Kurt to his feet. Blaine took his coat, hanging it up in a closet hidden behind a huge mirror, before leading the way to his living room, Charlie trailing happily alongside them.

Blaine's home was exquisite. The rooms were gigantic, tastily decorated with white flowers on every surface, lit candles and soft, white carpets covering the floors. Two of the walls in the living room were simply huge windows, offering a view of a huge garden, currently covered in a thick layer of snow. In one corner, a black grand piano was resting, shining in the dimmed candlelight. Kurt hadn't realized how rich Blaine was, and he briefly wondered what his grandfather had done to make that amount of money.

A big table with enough room for a party of six was set for two, two tall candles and spotless white cutlery on a white tablecloth, another bouquet white roses in the middle. The smell of food coming from the kitchen seeped into the living room, divine and mouth watering. Blaine held out one of the chairs for Kurt before rushing off to the kitchen to get dinner ready. Kurt was surprised by how at ease he felt sitting there, petting Charlie who was sitting on the floor next to his chair. It had not been awkward at all. Not yet, at least. Blaine seemed to have a skill in making people feel comfortable in his presence, just like Cooper. Kurt hummed along to the soft jazz in the background as he waited for Blaine to come back.

"Honestly, Blaine, you should think about making a profession out of your insane cooking skills or something," Kurt said after another mouthful of salmon and cucumber and taking a sip of his wine. Blaine smiled happily at him over the table, his cheeks full of food. He swallowed and wrote something in the notebook, sliding it over the table so Kurt could read.

"Just wait for dessert. I spent three hours making it." Kurt giggled.

"So… what have you been up to this week?" Kurt said after a few moments of silence had passed, looking down at his very interesting plate.

"I bought Charlie. I played with Charlie. I walked Charlie. What about you?"
Kurt glanced up quickly to see Blaine staring down at his equally interesting plate.

"Oh, you know… working. Bookshop."

"Good week?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

"Yeah."

They finished dinner in an extremely awkward silence. Kurt couldn't think of anything to say, and Blaine didn't write any more messages. Occasionally they would both look up at the same time, their eyes would lock, and they would both blush and look down again. After they finished they carried their plates to the kitchen, which was just as extraordinarily beautiful as the rest of the house.

"Go sit in the couch and I'll bring you dessert," Blaine wrote, and Kurt did as told.

(A/N: Sorry to interrupt your reading, but for this next part it is extremely important that you listen to 'Falling Slowly' by Glen Hansard (youtube it) while reading. Please, please, do, otherwise it won't work. Okay I love you, carry on.)

Kurt sat on the sofa and watched the snow fall slowly outside the windows as the song in the background changed from soft jazz to a beautiful guitar melody. Blaine appeared in the doorway to the kitchen carrying two plates of a very complicated looking soufflé of some sort just as the singing started. He froze on the spot as he met Kurt's gaze. Their eyes were locked for what seemed like an eternity as the first lyrics drifted through the living room, eerily beautiful.

I don't know you, but I want you, all the more for that. Words fall through me and always fool me, and I can't react.

Blaine put the plates down on a table before slowly walking over to Kurt, their eyes still locked. He paused in front of him for a moment, before slowly reaching out a hand. Kurt swallowed and took it, allowing himself to be pulled up and into Blaine's arms.

And games that never amount to more than they're meant will play themselves out.

Blaine walked with him to the middle of the living room, placed a hand on the small of Kurt's back, pulling him close against his chest. Their eyes never left each other as they started spinning slowly, so slowly, foreheads resting together.

Take this sinking boat and point it home, we've still got time.

They were so close. Everything was hazy. The song was beautiful and haunting.

Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice, you'll make it now.

And as Blaine started moving closer, Kurt knew he wouldn't pull back this time. Because now he knew Kurt wanted it too. There was no question, no fear. Sweet, simple hesitation dragged the moment further as the song fueled their emotions.

Falling slowly, eyes that know me, and I can't go back.

Their eyelashes brushed as their lips met for the first time, in a kiss so sweet, so faintly. They met again and again, bodies pulled closer, breathing soft. It was pure, it was raw and so, so sweet. It was anticipated and earned. They could feel their hearts beat against each other, the tears on the others face, fingers brushing necks, cheeks, hair, smiling against each other's lips, the music seeping through their very skin.

And it was beautiful, so beautiful.

You've made it now. Falling slowly sing your melody, I'll sing it loud.

THEY KISSEDDDDDDDDDDDDD :D