a/n: Ok so this time it has been beta'd, yaaay. That still doesn't mean there's no spelling mistakes in here *cough*

The rating will go up later, and I still don't own anything.

Kurt ended up taking Blaine home with him; the least he could do was clean the boy up. After all it was his fault Blaine stayed that late anyway. Who knows, if Kurt had actually met him on time he could have avoided everything.

They were upstairs, sitting on Kurt's bed while he disinfected a few cuts Blaine gained. Apparently there were some broken plastic cartons in the trash and they were pretty sharp. Seeing the sight Blaine's injuries just made Kurt feel worse about the whole situation, even though Blaine continually insisted that none of this was his fault.

Blaine's glasses were a little scratched, and his hair was messed up. You could tell he'd landed in something wet because it was stuck in his hair, plus his hair was still messy from where he'd fallen asleep in the library. His clothes seemed to be okay though, one of his sleeves had a small rip in it which Kurt could easily fix, but Blaine insisted that it was fine.

"How's your shoulder? Or arm, or whatever... It seemed to be pretty bad before..?" Kurt asked in a concerned tone, seeing as Blaine had a bit of a hard time actually getting out of the dumpster.

"It's uh, it's been better" Blaine chuckled, rolling his shoulder as he tested it a little—mostly in an attempt to reassure Kurt, but even he didn't miss the way Blaine winced.

Kurt breathed in heavily, putting bandaids on Blaine's larger scratches before he talked again.

"So, the note you were putting on my car, was it about studying?" Kurt asked, this time with raised eyebrows as he watched Blaine intently.

"Oh well... Kinda, not exactly..."

This made Kurt raise his eyebrows even higher, silently willing Blaine to go on. Kurt liked Blaine, he really did, and the thought of them just hanging out together actually sounded really, really good.

Sighing, Blaine took his glasses off and set it on the table beside them, rubbing at his eyes. Kurt secretly wished Blaine would take his glasses off more often, or wear contact or something. His eyes were radiant, like a golden honey color—they were pretty much the complete opposite of his, and he loved it.

"Well it's just... I know how you're like, popular or whatever and just. I liked hanging out with you, even if it was just studying. You're cool to talk to and I just; I wanted to know if you would get coffee with me sometime... The note had my number on it and yeah it's-. It's stupid, I should get going" Blaine finished, talking quickly and barely taking a breath as he spoke.

"Blaine..." Kurt began, grabbing Blaine's good arm as he leaned down to pick up his satchel, which was covered in some sort of old sauce.

"No, no Kurt. It's fine, thanks for patching me up and everything, really." He said with a small smile, lifting his bag with his bad arm instead, attempting to walk away from Kurt and he picked his glasses up and put them on again, damn.

"Blaine." Kurt said sternly this time, realizing Blaine wouldn't stop and listen to him otherwise. "You don't need to leave." He began, letting go of Blaine when he stopped resisting and pat the bed next to him, hoping that Blaine would take the hint and sit down.

"Besides, I think it's up to me who I get coffee with and not you" Kurt smiled, noticing Blaine still looked a little down. He couldn't blame the poor boy though; he'd probably had the worst first week at school, ever.

Then again, Kurt didn't know that for sure, did he?

Blaine looked over at Kurt curiously, hanging on to his every word. Would he actually want to hang out with Blaine outside of school, voluntarily?

"Look Blaine..." Kurt grabbed a hold of the other boy's hand, squeezing it lightly so that he knew he wasn't joking. It was comforting for Kurt too. "Frankly, I'm sick of the school treating me like I'm royalty because I'm in the Cheerios. Yes, I love cheerleading, but I've missed out on a lot of things to get... Where I am." He moved a little closer to Blaine, squeezing his hand again.

"I- I don't understand..."

"I used to be like you, constantly picked on and bullied, I was in the glee club too and... Anyway, I was given an invitation to join the cheerios and I took it. Like I said, I love doing it. But in the end, I was forced to choose between Glee or Cheerleading and well, you can see what won...

"Cheerleading gave me sort of a free pass, I used to be 'the gay kid', but in that uniform I was 'the gay kid with the power to get your ass kicked', so people left me alone. As a result of that though, I was forced to leave a lot of my Glee Club friends. Santana and Brittany are in the same boat as me, we really want to go back and just be normal. But we can't... I can't..."

"Kurt, I'm so-"

Kurt put up his hand to stop Blaine from talking; he didn't want the other boy to pity him. This was his fault, and his alone.

"So as you can see, I'm pretty sick of what other people think of me" he said with a small laugh, smiling at Blaine. "With that being said, Blaine Anderson, would you like to accompany me for coffee tomorrow after school? I'll buy" Kurt's smile turned in to a grin as he continued looking at Blaine. Just asking Blaine for coffee felt like he was getting some of his old self back, and to be frank he missed it.

"Like, as- as a date?" Blaine asked, biting his lip and looking down at his and Kurt's intertwined hands. He had a small blush spreading across his cheeks and it was absolutely adorable.

"Only if you want it to be"

Both boys just sat there for a moment in a comfortable silence, their hands still in Kurt's lap.

"Ok."

"Ok?"

"Ok."

Blaine grinned from ear to ear, he had a date with Kurt Hummel, and Kurt had asked him out. He'd admit it was under unusual circumstances, but right now he couldn't care less. Kurt was tall, and sweet, and his eyes were incredible, and he was gorgeous and just-

Wait, how long had he felt like that about Kurt?

"Oh no!" Blaine yelled, quickly running to grab his things after reluctantly letting go of Kurt's hand.

"What? What's wrong?" Kurt asked, standing up and watching Blaine as he moved around the room, not quite knowing what was going on.

"My Mom! Remember, she wanted me home to help with dinner and I completely forgot and she's gonna be so mad!" Blaine panicked, wincing as he threw his bag over his shoulder.

"Blaine, Blaine! Calm down for a second!" Kurt insisted, grabbing Blaine's shoulder and making him stand still. "You're already late, why rush? Take your time and don't hurt yourself more than you already have, okay?"

Blaine nodded, taking a deep breath "thanks."

"Make sure you've got all your things and I'll drive you home."

"But what about my car?"

"I'll drive you to school tomorrow, if you want..."

Blaine nodded again, looking around the room properly this time to make sure he hadn't missed anything.

"Ok, I've got everything" Blaine confirmed, re-adjusting his bag so it was on his good shoulder.

Kurt shook his head at Blaine, he could be so endearing. Leading him down the stairs, his hand was on the small of Blaine's back as they walked. Blaine would never forget the shivers Kurt touch sent up his spine.

It only took a few minutes before they arrived at Blaine's house, it turned out he didn't live that far away from the school. Which also meant he lived fairly close to Kurt.

"Home sweet home" Blaine joked as Kurt pulled up the driveway, smiling at the other boy as he turned off the engine.

"It's nice" Kurt said, his stomach becoming a little uneasy as he looked in to Blaine's golden eyes. He swore he could get lost in them, just the richness and the color, and the fact that Blaine was so open meant you could really see him by just looking at them.

"Mind if I walk you to the door?" Kurt asked nervously as Blaine opened the door, licking over his lips and letting out a sigh of relief when Blaine grinned at the suggestion.

He didn't bother locking the car, seeing as he wasn't going very far and walked a little faster to catch up to Blaine, his hands in his pockets because he didn't quite know what to do with them.

"So are we still getting coffee tomorrow?" Blaine asked as he stopped on his porch, rocking on the balls of his feet in a way that made Kurt's stomach flutter just that little bit more.

"Sure thing" Kurt nodded, he suddenly felt really nervous around Blaine. His palms were sweaty, his heart was beating faster and he was sure he was pretty close to stuttering. He already knew how he felt about Blaine, and he knew how it felt to like guys before, but this was different.

"And uh, thanks again. For everything today, it was really nice of you to take me to your house. You didn't need to do anything like that, so- What are you looking at?"

Blaine was looking at Kurt with his head tilted to the side a little, and it was only then Kurt realized he'd been staring at Blaine's lips without actually listening to him. He really needed to work on that.

"Blaine, don't hate me for this..."

"Don't hate you for wh-"

Blaine didn't get to finish his sentence though, because Kurt's hand was on his cheek, and his lips were pressed against Blaine's just so gentle and perfect that he almost forgot how to stand. He wasn't expecting it at all, so by the time his lips registered how to move again, Kurt had pulled away, biting his lip and looking worried.

"Was that- was that okay?" he asked, and Blaine could tell that he was nervous, his face becoming red with blush.

"No that, that was okay. Yeah" Blaine smiled, he was pretty sure his own face was a similar color.

"I'll see you tomorrow then, Blaine" Kurt managed to get out, letting out a large breath and nodding awkwardly before turning on his heel and going back to his car.

"Yeah..." It was barely a whisper, but it didn't matter because Kurt was already in his car when Blaine finally replied. He hadn't left though, probably waiting for Blaine to go inside.

The second he was in his house, he closed the door and leaned his back against it, ignoring the shooting pain up his arm as he rest his head against the cool wood.

"My first kiss..."