Before I start I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for the lack of updated on this story. I've been busy with school and everything, but thanks for being patient. Also, while I was writing this story, I thought of another good story idea. I'll start it as soon as I finish this, unlike last time where I wrote 500 Days and I went on a little hiatus. Those of you Disney lovers will be sure to like it. But for now, just enjoy this. (:

"WHAAAAAAAT?" David was laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe. He grabbed Blaine around the neck and put him in a headlock, messing up his already curly hair.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?"

"Ack-" Blaine chocked, "David, stop! You're gonna suffocate me!"

David let go of his friend and started pounding on his arm instead. "You GOT to be kiddin' me!"

"Ow! Cut it out!" Blaine shouted, slapping David's hand off of his arm that was sure to have bruises later.

"So you just went up to him and asked him?" Wes chuckled, his eyes wide open. Jeff was just sitting there, his mouth wide open, looking like a surprised smile.

"Yeah..." Blaine sighed. "What's the big deal? You guys are acting like I spat in a teachers face or something."

"Because!" David said, "What happened to 'just because we're two gay guys doesn't mean we're dating' thing?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "We're not dating. It's just one date."

"Do you want to date him?" asked Jeff, trying to make a serious face and containing his laugh.

"Well," Blaine began, "Of course I do. If I didn't, then I wouldn't have asked him in the first place. I really, really like Kurt, and I don't want to mess this up f-"

Blaine stopped when he looked up from his hands and saw his friends wiggling their eyebrows and making kissy faces at him. Blaine picked up his book mark and threw it at them.

"Piss off!" Blaine yelled, but he was smiling. "It's not like we're gonna get married or anything. Oh damn, now look, you made me lose my page!"

"You're the one who threw it, dumbass," Wes obviously stated. "Anyway, we gotta go. Class is gonna start in like, 30 seconds."

"Good luck on your date, Mr. Romance," David winked and chuckled loudly. Blaine smacked his friend in the back of the head before rolling his eyes, picking up his bag and heading out of the cafeteria to his next class.

It was true, though. Blaine couldn't get Kurt out of his head. He was shocked when Kurt actually said yes to the date, despite the time and place. Not exactly the most romantic way to ask someone out on a date, but it worked, somehow. Blaine wondered if there was some sort of lord of romance who pitied the awkward and gave them free dates.

Blaine walked by Kurt in the hallway. He was walking with Mercedes at his side, laughing about some unknown topic. Kurt saw Blaine at the corner of his eye and gave him a shy smile, biting his lip, and he returned the smile. Blaine could almost see Mercedes' mischievous grin, saying "What was that all about?"

The rest of the week coasted by like a runner on a treadmill, and then came Friday. Friday was just a big blur; Blaine didn't even bother to pay any attention in class. And it was the same for Kurt. He'd never been asked out on a real date before, never had any experience alone with a boy. In this case, a really kind, funny, attractive boy. He had no idea why Blaine asked him out on a date. Kurt personally thought that there wasn't really anything that special about him.

Yes, Kurt was excited, as any normal teenage boy would be. He just really, really hoped Blaine would keep his promise and not fall in love that night.

FRIDAY NIGHT

He was a little early, pacing around outside on Kurt's porch, staring at the trees outside and trying not to think about the fact that the door was going to open any time now. He stared at his shoes, shuffling nervously and stuffing his hands into his pockets. He quickly took them out, in fear that he might look like a slob to whom ever opened the door.

But it was Kurt. There, Kurt, in his spring jacket and thick socks. A huge grin was plastered onto his face and he held the door open, stepping aside for Blaine to come in.

"Hello there," Kurt said, "You're a tad early."

"Just a bit," Blaine replied, "But I don't hang around."

"Just let me get my shoes, okay? I'll be down in like, two seconds."

Blaine waved Kurt off and away he went, going upstairs to his huge closet to find one pair of the many shoes he owned. Blaine took a seat on the couch nearest to the door, twiddling his thumbs and waiting. He couldn't believe that a week ago, he was here reading lines out of a book. Now, he was waiting for someone he just might possibly be in love with to come downstairs. He didn't want to pressure Kurt or scare him away or anything, but... he really, really wanted to kiss him. It didn't have to be a long, heated, sloppy kiss like in those romantic-comedy films, but he wanted something simple and full of Kurt. Whatever happened happened.

Kurt came downstairs a few minutes later, wearing a pair of dark blue boots that stopped just above the ankle. He also changed the jacket he was wearing, going from brown to white, his hair a little more tousled, his long legs stretching down the stairs as he climbed. Blaine felt the same way he had on the night of the play, and blurted out without thinking,

"You look really great."

Kurt looked up, his hand letting go of the railing. "Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself."

Blaine sucked in his lips, trying to hide his smile. Burt Hummel came into the room then, giving Blaine a look.

"Hello, sir," Blaine greeted politely. Kurt waited by the door with Blaine.

"Hello, Blaine," Burt nodded. "What time will you boys be home?"

"At like, eleven or something. Don't worry dad, the carnival is like, 10 minutes away."

Burt sighed and eyed Blaine again, only speaking to him now. "No funny business, understand? I don't wanna hear the police knocking on my door telling me that you two tore the place down."

"Dad!" Kurt huffed, stomping his foot and crossing his arms. Blaine only giggled and said, "No worries, sir. We'll be fine."

"Alright, then," Burt said, turning away. "Have a good night, then."

"Bye dad!" Kurt said before grabbing Blaine's arm and heading out the door. Even though there were two layers of fabric covering it, Blaine felt a jolt of electricity and warmth when Kurt touched him.

"Ugh, I swear- I love that old man, but he can be so embarrassing sometimes!" Kurt pretended to dramatically gasp, and Blaine chortled.

"Ready to go, my good sir?" asked Blaine, opening the passengers door for Kurt to slip into. Kurt's eyes widened. No one had ever opened the door for Kurt before, as simple as it sounded. Blaine was really a gentleman.

"Sure," Kurt breathed, "Thanks."

The ride there was short and quick. The radio and chats of nothings made time fly fast, and even though they hadn't actually been on the real part of the date yet, Kurt decided that he'd never laughed this hard in his life. When he was with Blaine, everything just seemed a bit lighter, less serious and scary. At one point, Blaine hesitantly and nervously placed a hand on Kurt's knee, a gentle and inviting gesture. Kurt blushed, looking straight at the road and placing his hand on top of Blaine's delicately.

When they got there, they were glad to see that it wasn't even packed as much as they thought it'd be. There were the occasional family or so, with laughing children and mother and fathers, but that didn't seem to bother the boys. The sun had almost completely went down and the sky was lit up with artificial lights that blinked in every color of the rainbow, music from the 80's blasting through the speakers set up around the park.

"Oh my god!" Kurt squealed, "Normally, I'd hate going to a place like this, all the dirt and commotion and all, but I literally have not been to one of these in forever. I've been missing so much!"

Blaine smiled. "Well, I'm glad you like it. Anything you want to do in particular?"

He thought about it for a moment, staring at his feet and mumbling, "hmmm..." but after a while, Kurt said, "Well, no, not really."

"Let's just take a walk then, see what's around?" Blaine offered Kurt his arm, and Kurt slipped his own arm through, linking next to Blaine and trying to hide his colored cheeks.

They ended up just stolling around the area, talking like any normal teenagers would. Except, of course, one of the teenagers knew for sure that he was in love with the other. Blaine desperately wanted to give Kurt a kiss, just one tiny peck. Whenever he looked his way, he had to keep on, licking his lips and making a comment about the weather. It wasn't as awkward as one would think it would be. In fact, it wasn't really awkward at all. The two were just glad they could enjoy each other's company.

Kurt refused to go on any rides, claiming that "they'd be all gross and would probably break," but that was fine with Blaine. He didn't really like rides that much anyway and he certainly wasn't going to force Kurt into anything. So instead, they sat, ate, strolled and had fun together. Kurt even tried one of the incredible corny games where you had to throw a ball into a basket and win a prize. Kurt ended up winning a little purple stuffed animal that looked like a cross between a dragon and a cat. He showed it to Blaine and Blaine burst out laughing; commenting on something about how toy designers must be on crack. They laughed so loudly that people were staring to stare, but they didn't even care.

"Here," Kurt said, holding out the dragon-cat. "For you."

Blaine picked up the toy and gave it a huge hug, twirling around on the spot and singing a shrieky note. Kurt giggled, crossing his arms.

"My new favourite animal," Blaine said, holding the toy like it was the lion king. "Thank you, Kurt. Aw, now I want to win you something!"

Kurt shook his head. "Nah, that's alright. What would I do with another dragon-cat toy? I already have like, 300 of them at home, shoved under my bed. Woops, guess I shouldn't have told you I'm a hoarder for strange animals."

Blaine smirked. "Oh pleaaaase? Just one time. Just one, little prize? How could you say no to this face?" Blaine held up the toy to Kurt's chin and mimicked it's odd looking face. Kurt snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Oh alright, but just one."

He tried a different game and ended up winning a teddy bear with bright green fur. Kurt laughed when Blaine held it up by the arm, pretending like it was a toxic object.

"Oh my, look!" Kurt said, picking up the bear, "It's Elphaba, the wicked witch of the west, if she were a bear! But I think I'll name him...um... Blaine."

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Blaine? That's a weird name."

"I like Blaine. I like Blaine a lot," Kurt grinned.

Blaine's heart stared to pound faster again, smiling nervously as he rubbed a hand across his forehead, masking his shyness. Kurt liked Blaine. In what way, though?

"He's nothing special," Blaine shrugged, walking forward with Kurt closely by hi side, so close that he could smell Kurt's sweet smelling, natural musk.

"Well, neither am I, but we're here, aren't we?" Kurt said. Blaine couldn't help himself, he gently grabbed a hold of Kurt's hand and intertwined their fingers, bringing them closer than they were before. Kurt responded quickly, squeezing Blaine's hand and giggling when they looked at each other.

"Um," Blaine said awkwardly, "You wanna go on the ferris wheel?"

That came out of nowhere. Nice going, Blaine.

Kurt cocked his head to the side. "Ferris wheel?"

Now, the ferris wheel was probably the main attraction at the Lima carnival. It wasn't just any normal ferris wheel that barely even left the ground. It was way higher than most of the trees in Ohio, with blinking lights you could see from miles away and the cabins even had doors and a roof and windows. It had a perfect view of the entire event. Blaine had only been on it once with Wes and David a few years ago, but now, he really wanted to go on it with Kurt, completely alone.

"Yeah," Blaine said, "It'll be fun. You've never been on a ferris wheel?"

Kurt bit his lip and shook his head. "No. But we can tonight."

Blaine smiled and tugged Kurt to the ferris wheel like a little kid. This made Kurt a little curious, but all the more excited and happy.

The guy who worked at the attraction stared at the two boys' hands and how they were clasped together, but he said nothing and let them go inside.

"Wow," Kurt said, looking around at the cabin. "This could be like, a home for a homeless person."

The cabin had a aged door with a little window, and two benches that faced opposite from each other. And even though there were two seats, Blaine and Kurt say right next to each other, their hands still glued together.

When they started moving slowly to the top, Blaine was becoming very amused to the way Kurt reacted. Never being on a ferris wheel was like never seeing the sun. But he didn't care, Blaine was still glad to be with Kurt as they moved higher and higher into the sky, slowly.

Kurt let go of Blaine's hand for a second to point outside the window once they were all the way to the top. Every time an occupied cabin reached the top, the ride would stop for a few minutes, allowing everyone to see what was below. Really, the Ferris wheel was just an excuse to get some time alone. Or in this case, alone with someone else.

"Wow, look!" Kurt exclaimed, bouncing a little in his seat. Peering out the window, there were hundred, no- thousands of flashing lights, the outline of the park, the fait sound of music coming from down on the ground. It was no Disney world, but Kurt had to say that it looked beautiful.

"That looks spectacular," Kurt said, still looking out the window, the warm spring breeze combing through his hair. "Don't you think?"

"Yes," Blaine replied, but his eyes were still on Kurt.

Kurt.

Suddenly, nothing else mattered. Blaine had to do this.

He captured Kurt's hand in his own, making Kurt turn to look him in the eyes. Very, very carefully, he raised his other hand to slowly trail his finger tips along Kurt's soft cheek and jaw, making Kurt close his eyes in pleasure. Blaine's thumb touched Kurt's lower lip, and Kurt leaned forward a little more. Blaine took his hand out of Kurt's, placing it on his other cheek. He could feel the warm blush spreading across his face, bringing out a soft mewl from Kurt. Blaine was being so gentle with him, so careful and warm and tender…

"Kurt?" Blaine half-whispered. Kurt's eyelashes fluttered open, an ocean of blue and green being revealed. His face looked so calm, so gorgeous as Blaine caressed it between his hands. Blaine had never really kissed anybody before, or at least nothing serious, nothing like what was about to happen.

Oh my god, it was really going to happen. Blaine was really going to kiss Kurt.

"You are the most incredible person I have ever met," Blaine told Kurt, gently stroking his cheek with one of his thumbs.

Kurt's eyes grew wider, his insides exploding like a balloon. Kurt only had one kiss with another man, and it wasn't very pleasant considering that it was forced, but now, as Blaine leaned in and closed the gap between their lips, Kurt inhaled softly. He'd never felt anything so incredible in his entire life. This wasn't a chaste kiss, either. Blaine's lips were fully on his own, and they were so full and warm. Their lips moved together perfectly, fitting in all the right places. This was everything that Kurt wanted in a first real kiss.

Kurt moved his hands up to limply place of Blaine's chest. They could feel their cabin slowly starting to move down a couple spaces, and that's when they broke apart. Blaine took one of his hands off of Kurt's face, but kept the other one where it was. He placed the one hand in his lap, staring Kurt right in the eyes. He wanted so badly to tell him. Kurt was looking at him like he was the only thing in the world, his lips slightly parted, his eyes wide, his pink tongue peeking out to lick his lips. It made Blaine's heart melt.

"Kurt," Blaine said, "I love you."

Kurt's eyes were then replaced by panic. He said nothing, just simply sat there and stared at Blaine, opening his mouth like he wanted to say something, but couldn't.

"It's okay," Blaine reassured the person leaning into him. "It's alright. You don't have to say it back. I just really needed to tell you."

"Blaine…"

"Ever since I saw you singing only hope at the musical, I couldn't get you off my mind. I- I think I was already falling for you before that night, but everything just clicked into place."

Kurt took a deep breath, closing his eyes and opening them again.

"I mean it, you know," Blaine told him, "I do love you."

Kurt bit his lip, his eyebrows arching and his mouth finally getting the courage to speak up.

"You promised me you wouldn't fall in love with me, Blaine."

He'd completely forgotten about that promise, the one he made to Kurt a long time ago. But he really didn't care. This was the first promise that Blaine'd ever broken in his life, but he was sort of glad that he did. He didn't know why Kurt would make him promise him something like this, but it was gone now, and all that mattered was Kurt.

Blaine sighed and kissed Kurt's forehead, Kurt naturally leaning in and closing his eyes, feeling Blaine's mouth on his skin. Blaine didn't even care that he broke a promise, and he didn't apologize for it either.

He moved his mouth up to Kurt's ear, placing a kiss on it and whispering, "You love me."

Kurt was silent for a second or two before nodding into Blaine's shoulder, burying his face in the curve of his neck. Blaine smelt really good, like special cologne.

"You want to be with me," Blaine whispered again. This wasn't a question. Blaine already knew the answer.

Kurt nodded again against him. "Yes, I do. I do very much."

"I want to, too," Blaine told him, pulling back and looking into his (boyfriends'?) eyes.

"Then why were you holding back?" asked Blaine.

Kurt bit his lips once again, and Blaine feared that he might bite the whole thing off. "I've just…never done this before, is all."

"Let's not waste any more time then," Blaine breathed. Kurt let out a small giggle before they moved towards each other again, exploring each other's lips for a longer period of time, releasing little breaths and quiet noises. They kissed and kissed and kissed until they had to get off the ride.

When Blaine took Kurt home that night, standing outside under the stars on the porch, they both realized that this was probably the most life-changing, happiest day of their lives. They had each other now. Nothing was going to take that away from them.

Blaine pulled Kurt into him for one last good-night kiss. It lasted longer than what would normally be considered chaste, but they didn't want chaste. They wanted more than that.

"Thank you," Kurt said, "Thank you so much for tonight. I had a lot of fun. More fun than I've had in a long time."

Blaine kissed Kurt's cheek. "My pleasure. I'll see you, okay?"

Kurt nodded, smiling wide, looking stunning in the light of the moon, silver light pouring on the both of them.

Later that night, when Kurt collapsed on his bed, sighing and squealing into his pillows, he couldn't help but think of the irritating itch in the back of his mind, telling him, "Look at the mistake you've just made. Now you're going to break more than one heart. You're so stupid."

Yes, everything seemed perfect in that moment. Blaine thought as he drove on home with a smile stretched across his face, No one can take this away from me.

Or at least, that's what he thought.

Ouu. I wonder what Kurt could be hiding? Stay tuned to find out!