DISCLAIMER: Glee is not mine.

CHAPTER FIVE

We stand there, hugging, for what seems like an eternity. A blissfully happy, peaceful, happy eternity.

Then Blaine steps back, and I can't help but show the disappointment in my face. I quickly smile again, trying to mask my feelings before he notices.

He notices.

He takes my hands in his and watches my uncontrollable blush, chuckling softly.

"How about we skip the coffee and go up to my dorm?" he asks, smiling. Dalton Academy has an optional residence system. I haven't taken advantage of it yet, but I'm strongly considering it. The half hour commute takes away from my beauty sleep.

"I doubt my roommates are there. If they are, we'll kick them out. I think we need to...talk," he says, looking me in the eyes. I nod in agreement and pick up the skates I was using. Blaine takes them from me, and we walk back to the shed to return the skates.

We walk to the shed quietly. It's not an awkward silence. It's more of a peaceful one.

When we reach the shed, Blaine opens the door and bends over, putting the skates away. I stand behind him, watching him. A million questions run through my mind.

Could he be mine?

Does he want to be mine?

The most important question of all, the one that keeps popping into my mind time and time again, will probably drive me crazy for the rest of my life.

Why on earth did Blaine Anderson kiss me?

As I'm interrogating myself with questions I know I can't answer, Blaine turns around and smiles at me.

That perfect smile. That perfectly lopsided, toothy, dorky smile that I've grown to love. It makes my heart go crazy.

I regain my composure and smile back, and we begin to walk to the Dalton dorm rooms.

I happen to look down and notice that both of our hands are dangling at our sides, dangerously close to each other.

I take a chance and close the gap, intertwining my fingers with his.

A perfect fit.

He looks at me and smiles again.

I blush. Again.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I reluctantly drop Blaine's hand, looking at him apologetically, getting my phone out of my pocket.

"My dad's calling me. Ah, Blaine? Just go ahead up to your dorm. I'll be up in five minutes," I smile at him. He nods and takes a Sharpie out of his back pocket, taking my free hand.

"Room 37B," he writes on my hand, and silently walks off.

I forget about the incoming call for a moment and watch him walk away, sighing.

I don't think he's even real.

I remember my father and answer the phone.

"Dad. Hi."

"Where are you?" he says frantically. I bite my lip. I forgot to tell him I was going to be late.

"I'm still at Dalton, Dad. I'm about to go up to a dorm room to visit...someone," I say.

"You didn't call," he states accusingly.

"I know, Dad, I'm sorry. I was whisked away last minute." I blush, recalling the events the occurred earlier.

"Oh, really?" His voice lightens up immediately. "By who?"

"Oh, just my...uh...my... just Blaine," I say, sighing. I don't know what he is right now.

"Blaine? Oh, that kid. Well, have fun. Will you be home for dinner?"

"Probably not. I'll call you when I'm on the way home. Bye, Dad. I love you." I press the red button to end the call and frantically enter the dorm rooms.

I miss Blaine already.

It's probably not the best idea to get so attached to him.

In a matter of seconds, I scamper up the staircase and look for his dorm room.

37B. Here it is. I sigh and knock on the door, trying to fix my hair.

Almost immediately, a certain Blaine Anderson opens the door, running his fingers through his loose brown curls.

"Hello there, darling," he says with a breathtaking smile. I blush as he takes my hand, leading me inside.

"Those were the longest five minutes of my life," I reply. He laughs.

"I agree completely," he says. "Anyways, this is my room. I tried to make it my own with the decor and accessories and stuff, but there's only so much you can do..."

I survey the room. It's so... Blaine. It fits him perfectly.

"It's beautiful," I manage to comment.

"I know you are," he says. He watches me blush, then laughs, kissing my cheek.

What on earth has gotten into him? I can't say I'm complaining. I don't know why he's acting so giddy and flirty all the sudden, but I do love it.

He sits down on his bed, leaning against the wall. He pats next to him for me to sit. I do so obediently, but sit a good six inches away from him.

"You're unacceptable," Blaine says, chuckling. I look at him strangely.

"What did I do?" He grins at me again and says nothing, just pulls me closer to him.

"You sit much to far away."

"I see." Blaine turns his head and just looks at me. The expression upon his face

isn't one I've ever seen before. It's full of emotion and... love? Oh my Gaga, I'm getting ahead of myself. His smoldering eyes stare into mine, and my heart rate begins to quickly speed up. I know I won't be able to stand much more of this before I rip his clothes off and violently and passionately jump his bones.

I clear my throat.

"So, ah... You said we need to talk?"

AN: I want a Blaine. Well, a straight Blaine. Review pleasee.