DISCLAIMER: I still don't own Glee. But believe me, I'm working on it.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"You... You what?" I'm shocked. Blaine basically outpours all of his deepest emotions to me, then proceeds to tell me he lied to me?

"No, no. I mean, I didn't lie about anything I just told you," he quickly amends, smiling hopefully at me.

I let out a small sigh of relief. "Then what did you lie about?"

"You know how I asked you to sing Baby it's Cold Outside with me? To rehearse for the King's Island Christmas Spectacular?"

"Yes, of course," I reply, smiling at the memory. At the time, I was so hopelessly in what I thought was unrequited love. The blatant, outright flirtatious nature of the song was extremely tantalizing for me. I decided to put aside all restraints I had upon myself and flirt shamelessly with him, so desperate for a response. I could've sworn he was going to kiss me that day. He didn't, and I tore each moment apart for weeks, trying to figure out what I did wrong to make him not be attracted to me.

"To tell you the truth..." Blaine sighs and trails off for a moment, looking away from me. I put my hand under his chin and turn his head so he's looking at me.

"What?" I say softly.

"There kind of hasn't been a King's Island Christmas Spectacular since 2005," he confesses, blushing slightly.

I start laughing. Laughing really hard. Like, full out rolling around on the bed laughter. Blaine looks at me like I'm crazy.

"What is wrong with you?" He asks, his voice a bit shaky with confused laughter.

"That's...that's it?" I say through my laughter, tears coming to my eyes. He looks at me, kind of concerned, and nods.

"I don't see why it's so funny," he mutters.

"It's...It's not," I say, my laughter subsiding. I resume my sitting position beside him. "You just had me worried. And if that's all you lied about, then I'm extremely relieved."

Blaine smiles. "Well, I felt bad, nonetheless. I just wanted an excuse to sing a mushy gushy overly romantic duet with you," he admits, smiling sheepishly.

"You never need an excuse for that, Blaine," I say, grinning.

"Good to know. I'll be right back." He smiles at me and moves off the bed, standing and walking toward his dresser. He pulls out an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before retreating to the bathroom to change. He emerges again quickly, tossing his other clothes in the hamper next to the bathroom door.

I look up at him and smile from across the room. His eyes lock with mine and he grins, walking back over to the bed and sitting exactly where he was before, but now wrapping an arm around my waist. I'm sure I blush.

"So... Could I talk now, and you can listen?" I ask. If Blaine just told me how he feels, it's only fair that I do the same.

"Sure," he replies, fiddling with the drawstring on his sweatpants. Oh Gaga, his sweatpants... resting so low on his hips, about an inch of bare skin showing. That tan, probably toned skin that I just want to - Okay. Stop. You know, dead kittens are terribly sad. Especially when they're killed violently and in a very gory fashion and - Oh. That's better.

"I pretty much knew from the moment I saw you. On the staircase, when I came to Dalton for the first time. The moment you took my hand, I knew that you and I were meant to be something. Maybe not loves, maybe not crushes, but something. You were there for me through... Well, everything. Somewhere along the way, I fell for you. And for the love of Gaga, I fell hard. Due to my wonderful luck in the romance department, I was convinced that it was another unrequited crush. So, I was happy with us being just friends. This is better, though. Anyways, I just wanted to thank you, really..."

Blaine looks deeply into my eyes, smiling softly. "For what?" he asks, cocking his head slightly to the side.

"For everything," I reply. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closely, hugging me tightly. I wrap my arms around his neck, molding my body into his. It's a perfect fit, really. It feels like we were made for each other. I smile and lay my head on Blaine's chest, still hugging him tightly. He buries his face in my hair, and I feel his lips gently kiss the top of my head.

"You are so welcome," he says, his voice slightly muffled by my hair. I snuggle closely to him, and we stay sitting this way, quiet, just enjoying each other's warmth and company, for a very long time.

AN: Shortish chapter? My apologies. I'm working up to a highly emotional, angsty part, so just bear with me while I establish their relationship. Angst, fluff, and emotional breakdowns shall ensue in the next few chapters. Reviews make me so happy. Please write me a short review. Saying absolutely anything. It would mean the world to me.