I am sorry for the really long wait. Hurricane Irene is to blame. But here is a pretty long chapter to hopefully make up for it! It's over 5,500 words. I would love reviews.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Songs: King of Anything - Sara Bareilles ; You and Me - Lifehouse

When Kurt got back to Dalton he decided to skip dinner. There was no way he could face the Warblers after what happened that afternoon. His Dalton self was usually cool, calm, and collected. The Warblers had never met sarcastic and witty Kurt, but he knew that the dam of bottled emotions was one remark away from flooding his personage. He was barely able to hold his tongue, when Cameron commented on how he didn't want to sing with someone. He knew he would have to face his friends eventually, but he had just gotten back from his first date and he was still basking in the bliss.

"So, darling, how was your day?"

Blaine smiled at his grandmother who had just finished setting the table.

"It was good. I, uh, have a date Friday."

Claire Anderson's eyes sparkled and a huge smile graced her lips.

"And who's the lucky boy?"

"Kurt."

"Kurt's a lovely name. Now tell me about this boy? Does he go to your school?"

Blaine smiled as he gushed about Kurt. Although he was devastated when he was kicked out of his house last year, he was happy with his grandmother. Claire Anderson was accepting of him and loved him for him, something he had never had in his previous home.

Kurt spent the next day doing his best to avoid any and all of the Warblers. He knew it was childish, but going out with Blaine the day before wakened the old Kurt. He began to miss McKinley even more. He missed being able to express himself through music and his clothes. He may have been the lead singer of the Warblers, but he would give anything to be back at McKinley swaying in the background and completing Mr. Shu's assignments.

Above all, he missed his friends. Wes and David were great friends, but they didn't completely understand him. He missed talking to Mercedes, Tina, and the other New Directions girls. He missed their chats about boys and fashion. He missed their sleepover filled with pampering and gossip.

Kurt had been texting with Blaine the entire morning. He loved their game of twenty questions and was pleasantly surprised to find that they had a lot in common. They talked about musicals, movies, fashion… never running out of things to say.

Kurt hadn't told Blaine about why he left McKinley, nor mentioned Cameron. He didn't want to ruin their relationship, or whatever they were so soon. That thought made Kurt pause. What are we? Are we just friends? Blaine said it was a date, but are we exclusive? Do I have a boyfriend?

Kurt didn't know how he felt about that word. Back at McKinley he had always craved someone to hold his hand as he walked down the halls; someone who carried his books and kissed his cheek. He now knew he craved much more from a boyfriend. He needed someone to always be there waiting for him, someone to hold him close and make everything seem alright, someone to love him for all his faults as well as his talents. Did he want Blaine to be that? Kurt tried to imagine Blaine and him just being friends, and Blaine moving on to someone else. Kurt didn't like that idea. He didn't like it at all.

Wednesday morning was a blur for Blaine. He was so excited for his date on Friday, but he didn't have a single idea about what they should do for their date. Blaine decided to start a game of twenty questions via text message.

He loved finding out more about Kurt. His likes and dislikes. But he knew he needed help for planning a date so he went to the next best source of everything Kurt Hummel.

"What's up B?"

"Kurt is amazing."

Mercedes grabbed her friend in a bone crushing hug.

"What happened?" Mercedes asked excitedly as she watched Blaine's eyes get a faraway look.

"We went out for coffee yesterday and we talked. I've been texting him all day. Oh my God, Merci he's just We have so much in common. He told me some stories about glee club. Cedes I need help. I asked Kurt out," Mercedes squealed at this, "And I have no idea where to take him."

"I knew you two would be perfect together! So when is this date?"

"Friday."

"Okay, B. I'll tell you some inside information on the 'perfect' Kurt Hummel. I know he seems really confident and independent, and believe me my white boy is. He's always told me he wanted someone to sweep him off his feet. Now I'm only telling you this because I know you guys belong together, so don't screw this up B. Kurt's a hopeless romantic. So a cheap dinner at Breadstix and a movie is not gonna cut it."

Mercedes was worried as she saw Blaine's eyes shine.

"Thanks Mercedes, I know exactly what I'm going to do."

Mercedes shook her head as Blaine hurried down the hall.

Kurt stood outside the door to the Warblers practice room, debating whether he should go in or just leave. He knew it was going to be an awkward meeting no matter what. He wondered if his storm out was written into the official minutes. He could just imagine David reading it. And then, at 3:42 Kurt flipped a shit and went into full diva mode. This was followed by a storm out worthy of Rachel Berry.

Kurt took a deep breath and walked into the room with his head held high. All of the Warblers were staring at him. Some with concern, others with astonishments, and a few with indifference. He quickly walked across the room and to his usual seat.

Wes, David, and Thad sat down in the front of the room. Both Wes and David were looking pointedly at Kurt. Kurt looked anywhere but the council.

Kurt grabbed the small stack of papers in his bag. Well it's now or never. Kurt slowly raised his hand.

"Yes, Junior Warbler Kurt?" Wes asked with a quizzical expression.

"While I know the council usually chooses the songs for all occasions, I would like to suggest a song to add to our repertoire. Teenage Dream was lovely, but the competition will be harder to beat this year. Last year the Warblers were crushed at regionals by the New Directions and I believe the more songs we have to choose from the better. So if I may?" Kurt finished waving the small stack of papers.

Wes gave a curt nod and Kurt passed around the sheet music. When David read the song's title he gave Kurt a disbelieving look. As the Warblers came together in a circle as they did when they practiced David stood right next to Kurt.

"Really Kurt?" He whispered incredulously.

"While in the New Directions I learned that the best way to express yourself was through song. That's what I'm doing." Kurt hissed back.

Kurt plastered a fake smile on his face.

"It's a pretty popular song, very us. I assume most of you have heard it before, so let's start."

Oh (oh oh oh)
Oh (oh oh oh)
Oh (oh oh oh)
Oh (oh oh oh)

Kurt smiled, the Warblers actually sounded really good. Maybe they could use this song. It was a great song, even if he did have ulterior motives. He looked straight at Cameron who was standing across the way from him.

Keep drinkin' coffee
Stare me down across the table
While I look outside

So many things I'd say if only I were able
But I just keep quiet
And count the cars that pass by

Kurt decided to make this rehearsal fun so he turned to David.

You've got opinions, man
We're all entitled to 'em
But I never asked

Kurt shrugged his shoulders.

So let me thank you for time

Kurt nodded to David with his hands together in a fake bow.

And try to not waste any more of mine
Get out of here fast

Kurt pushed David's shoulder playfully. Then he turned his attention toward Cameron.

I hate to break it to you babe
But I'm not drowning
There's no one here to save

Kurt didn't want to look as if he were singing only to Cameron, although it was pretty obvious to all the boys, so he turned and walked to the middle to continue singing, his back to Cameron.

Who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything

Kurt danced around the room, with many of the Warblers following and playing along.

Oh (oh oh oh)
Oh (oh oh oh)
Oh (oh oh oh)
Oh (oh oh oh)

Kurt spotted Nick and Jeff sitting on a couch and began to approach it from behind.

You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best

He used his cheerleading skills to flip himself over the back of the couch and land seated between two of his good friends. He threw his arms around the two surprised boys.

But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
Ride off into your delusional sunset

Kurt got off the couch to see all the Warblers staring at him in awe over that little show.

I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction oh
But you won't ever see

Kurt couldn't help himself when he saw Thad just standing off to the side as usual. Well this might get me kicked out, but he needs to have some fun.

Kurt walked over to the aforementioned council member and sang the next lines to him. He gently grabbed Thad's ear on the last line of the verse and shook his head.

You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You got the talkin' down just not the listening

Kurt saw Thad's eyes widen and he grabbed the boys hand, pulling him up on the coffee table. He turned to the rest of the Warblers, looking at one in particular.

And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything

Kurt stepped off the table and dramatically fell onto one of the sofas.

All my life
I've tried
To make everybody happy while I
Just hurt
And hide
Waitin' for someone to tell me it's my turn
To decide

Oh (oh oh oh)
Oh (oh oh oh)
Oh (oh oh oh)
Oh (oh oh oh)

Kurt got off the couch and the Warblers became a circle once more.

Who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything

Kurt sand the last line, his eyes firmly locked with Cameron. He was in full bitch glare.

Let me hold your crown, babe
Oh oh
Ah

Kurt smiled smugly at Cameron.

"That was great guys. Probably not Regionals material, but still fun."

Blaine smiled during Rachel's performance of Don't Cry For Me Argentina. Not because of her obviously, but rather because he had just gotten a text from Kurt.

Lima Bean after school? -K xx

He was certainly not going to turn down a chance to see Kurt.

Can't wait? –B x

Kurt smiled when he walked into the Lima Bean. He was surprised to see Blaine sitting at the same table as the other day with two coffees. Kurt shrugged off his jacket and went to go sit with Blaine.

"Hello, Stranger."

"And hello to you Mr. Warbler."

Kurt rolled his eyes. He then gesture to the cup in front of his seat.

"Don't worry; it's a Grande Non-fat Mocha."

Kurt's eyes widened.

"You know my coffee order?"

"Question number 15: Favorite drink?"

Kurt was surprised and touched that Blaine actually cared about his answers.

"Thanks," he smiled shyly.

There was a short pause in conversation. It wasn't uncomfortable or awkward. It was nice, two boys just enjoying the other's presence.

"So how was your day been?"

Kurt would normally just say fine and move on but he stopped himself. He knew that if he wanted a relationship with Blaine he would have to start opening up and trusting him.

"The past two days have not been great. There's this guy in the Warblers. He's been after me for a while, but he's so… ugh." Kurt let out a long sigh. "He made some offensive comments, and I know it was just petty jealousy, but they still hurt, you know?" A small smirk graced Kurt's lips. "But, I think he's going to back off. I think I really embarrassed him today. I used my deviousness and some New Directions flair to get him back."

Blaine chuckled. Kurt was definitely a character. His blue eyes twinkled with mischeif.

"Now enough about me how is McKinley?"

Blaine took a sip of his coffee.

"Well you know the usual. The glee club is at the bottom of the food chain. And then being the 'gay guy', well I've gotten used to it. It's a little better since I joined the football team, and the glee guys try their best to stick up for me. I didn't get slushied today, that's a plus."

Kurt patted Blaine's hand sympathetically.

"Those are the worst. It's like getting bitch slapped by an iceberg."

Blaine laughed loudly.

"After you thrilling performances on Monday, Mr. Shu decided that this week's assignment would be about memories. Both good and bad. Rachel sand Don't Cry For Me, Argentina. I wasn't really sure what memory she was pulling from."

Kurt smiled softly, his eyes getting a faraway look.

"Before I left McKinley last year, I had a girls night and we were watching Evita. Rachel said that that song was the one she wanted sung at her funeral. Granted she told e a whole dramatic tale of how it would happen but we wound up singing that song together in the auditorium."

Blaine nodded. So she was singing something that reminded her of Kurt. I didn't think they were that close.

"So were you and Rachel close last year?"

"We've gotten closer since freshmen year. Especially since she's on and off with my brother. Rachel and I are a lot alike in many ways. And I love the diva, even if sometimes she makes me question my sanity."

Kurt looked down at the coffee clutched between his hands.

"So, where are we going Friday?"

Blaine shook his head.

"That I cannot tell you. It's a surprise."

Kurt pouted.

"I hate surprises. Can I at least have a hint?"

"Nope, you'll just have to wait until Friday, Mr. Warbler."

Kurt grabbed one of Blaine's hands and held it in his own two. The countertenor stuck his bottom lip out slightly and fluttered his eye lashes.

"Please," Kurt said, drawing out the vowel sound.

"Um," Blaine responded rather unintelligently.

Blaine lost track of what they were talking about for a moment. He looks so cute like that. And his hands are so soft, I wonder if his lips are soft…

Blaine shook his head, effectively ending his inner monologue. He sent a playful glare towards the other boy.

"That's cheating, Kurt! But the answer is still no."

Kurt chuckled.

"Foiled again. My mind control power is ineffective against the gallon of gel on your head."

Blaine scowled.

"Hey, there is nothing wrong with my hair!"

"Blaine, while I do enjoy the whole dapper look you've got going on, your hair looks like it's made of plastic."

"I need the gel. My hair is uncontrollable without it."

"Fine, but you don't have to use the entire bottle. The size of a dime, Blaine, is all you need."

"Yeah, yeah, just drink your coffee."

The two boys laughed and continued to talk in their new favorite coffee shop.

Friday afternoon Kurt was ambushed.

"Alright Kurt, we understand that maybe you are upset that we showed those videos, but it was only because you're talented. We didn't mean to offend you, but if we did we're sorry."

Wes continued for his darker friend.

"But now it's getting a little ridiculous. You are always on your phone and after school the past three days you rush right out of Warblers rehearsal and disappear."

Kurt smiled at his friends.

"Wes, David, I'm not mad at you. The past few days I've been meeting Blaine for coffee. We're going out tonight."

Wes and David perked up at that.

"Hobbit asked you out?" David asked excitedly.

"Thank God," Wes added. "He was making goo-goo eyes at you the entire time we were at McKinley on Monday. Although serenading him last Friday probably didn't help. And the way you were looking at him, I thought you were going to jump him-"

Kurt put his hand over Wes's mouth, mortified.

"I was not singing to him! And Wes, I certainly did not look like I wanted to jump him. I had just met the guy. Now if you excuse me I'm late for French. Oh, and since I have a date I'm staying in Lima this weekend. I will see you Monday."

"Be safe!" Wes called as Kurt left the building.

David looked at Wes, brushing a nonexistent tear off his cheek.

"Our little Kurtsie is growing up."

Blaine was nervous as he knocked on the Hummel- Hudson's door. He had yet to meet Burt Hummel, but the description's the girls had given him did not sound to promising. Mercedes had also warned Blaine that Burt had a shotgun, and was very protective of his only son. Great.

Blaine let out a breath when Finn answered the door.

"Hey dude. Come in. Kurt should be ready soon, for a dude he takes forever getting ready.

Blaine just nodded awkwardly. Finn led him to the living room where none other than Burt Hummel was seated. The man stood up and looked at Blaine. Blaine held out his hand.

"Blaine Anderson, sir."

Burt shook his hand firmly in a way that said 'I am stronger than you and can beat your Hobbit ass to a pulp.'

"Tell me about yourself Blaine."

"I go to McKinley with Finn. I am in the New Directions and I'm on the football team."

"What position?"

"Running back."

Burt's eyebrows shot up and he wore an amused smile.

"Really."

"I'm faster than I look, sir."

"Mhm. Well it doesn't matter how fast you can run if you hurt my boy."

"Understood, sir. I have no intention of ever hurting Kurt."

Burt nodded once, seemingly satisfied with Blaine's response. Blaine heard footsteps and turned towards the stairs. His jaw dropped.

Oh my God, he's gorgeous. The blue of his shirt really brings out his eyes. And , he's wear black skinny jeans. He looks so damn kissable…

Blaine was broken out of his thoughts by Finn's hand thumping his shoulder.

"Dude, you're drooling," Finn whispered.

Blaine promptly shut his mouth and tried to restart his brain.

"Kurt you look… wow."

Smooth Blaine, real smooth.

Kurt giggled amusedly and grabbed Blaine's hand.

"Home by midnight!" Burt called as Kurt shut the door.

"So I look wow, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt asked with a smirk as he entered the passenger side of Blaine's car.

"You look stunning Kurt."

Kurt blushed.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going now?"

Blaine smiled smugly.

"Nope," he replied popping the p.

Blaine put the radio on and the two sung along happily as Blaine drove them to their destination.

Kurt watched out the window and was confused when Blaine stopped at the park.

"Blaine?"

Blaine just shook his head and opened his door. He then went around to Kurt's side and did the same.

"You'll see," he whispered into Kurt's ear.

Blaine led Kurt down one of the trails but soon turned to trek through an unmarked part of the forest.

"Uh, Blaine, you're not going to go all Edward Cullen on me, are you?"

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Why Kurt, I'm hurt. I thought you loved sparkles."

Kurt pushed Blaine playfully.

"Hey, don't kill the guide. Without me you'll never know where you're going."

Kurt huffed, but reluctantly followed Blaine. It wasn't long before the two came to a clearing with a small blanket laid out in the middle.

"Blaine…" Kurt trailed off.

Blaine took Kurt's hand in his and led him to the black blanket.

"So, what do you think?"

Kurt looked around the beautiful picnic. There was a wonderfully cliché basket seated to the side and small candles were placed around the blanket creating a glowing circle around them. It was indescribably romantic, and Kurt couldn't even fathom how someone would do this for him.

"So, it's a bit cheesy, but I'm a hopeless romantic. It's probably too much, isn't it? Yeah, sorry, I can take you to Breadstix instead-"

Kurt put a finger to Blaine's lips.

"It's perfect."

Blaine smiled widely and began to unpack the basket.

"Now, I'm not that great of a cook, but I can manage simple things. So for dinner, I made us one of the few things I've learned to cook from my mother, Fettuccine Alfredo."

Blaine unpacked a large Tupperware container as well as two plates and cutlery. Kurt was content with simply watching Blaine. He felt a warm buzz spread throughout his body as he realized that Blaine had gone through all this trouble for him. For once he didn't care that the meal probably consisted a thousand calories and would most likely go straight to his hips.

Blaine placed a plate of the pasta in front of Kurt and then did the same for himself. Kurt put a little pasta on his fork.

"Oh my Gaga, this is delicious."

Blaine blushed. He was elated that Kurt like it.

"No seriously Blaine, thank you. No one has ever done something like this for me."

"I don't know why, you're amazing Kurt. I'm so lucky that no one has swept you off your feet yet and I actually have a chance."

Now Kurt was blushing. Kurt didn't blush, ever. He was so used to being cool, calm, and collected for the Warblers, and Blaine was bringing out the old Kurt slowly but surely. The continued eating their meals, the conversation flowing comfortably. Once they finished and Blaine packed the plates away he grabbed Kurt's hand a dragged him a bit away from the blanket.

"Blaine what are you doing?"

Blaine beamed his trademark excitable puppy look.

"Dancing with my date of course."

Blaine placed both of his hands on Kurt's waist and pulled the countertenor's body close to his own. Kurt relented and placed his hands delicately on Blaine's shoulders. Kurt raised an eyebrow at Blaine.

"We have no music."

"I'm in glee club Kurt."

Blaine shook his head as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

Blaine pulled Kurt even closer and began to spin them slowly around the clearing. As they danced Blaine began singing softly.

What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time

Kurt recognized the song immediately and smiled softly.

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you

Kurt looked up pat the sky. The stars were so visible from their spot. Kurt smiled softly; here he was dancing under the stars with an extremely gorgeous guy and said gorgeous guy was serenading him. It was like his own personal fairytale.

One of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You've got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here

The world seemed to melt around him and all he could see was Blaine. Blaine's eyes were a beautiful honey brown with small speck of Emerald.

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you

Kurt let his head fall onto Blaine's shoulder. Blaine's arms were warm around his waist and made him feel safe.

There's something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything he does is beautiful
Everything he does is right

Kurt was happy with the small change Blaine made. It made it even more real that Blaine was actually singing to him.

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you
and me and all other people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all other people

By now Blaine had stopped twirling them. Kurt's head was still on his shoulder so he tilted his head slightly to whisper the last line in Kurt's ear.

And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you

Kurt looked up into Blaine's eyes and was met with warm hazel. He leaned in slowly giving Blaine time to stop him, but the other boy showed no signs of hesitation. Kurt closed the gap between their lips. The kiss was slow and sweet and perfect.

Blaine thought he would die. He could not believe it. Kurt Hummel was kissing him. He felt sorry for all of the people who had claimed they thought kissing was like fireworks, because kissing Kurt was so much better.

All two soon the two boys parted, gasping for much needed air. Their eyes met and both smiled, but Blaine had something he needed to say.

"I don't want to share you Kurt."

Kurt gave him a puzzled look. Blaine blushed, and smiled shyly.

"What I mean is I want to be exclusive. Will you, Kurt Warbler, be my boyfriend?"

Kurt mentally cringed. There was that word. He paused for a moment, what was so bad about a boyfriend? Blaine's arms were still firmly placed around his waist and it felt… right. He liked being held, it made him feel wanted and protected. Kurt smiled coyly at the other boy.

"On one condition, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine looked hopeful but hesitant.

"Keep kissing me."

Blaine took one hand off Kurt's waist and brought it up to Kurt's cheek.

"I think I can deal with that."

Blaine brought Kurt's face to his and reunited their lips. This kiss was more urgent. Kurt's tongue darted out to trace Blaine's lips, silently asking for permission which Blaine readily gave. Blaine decided that Kurt's lips were his knew favorite thing. Kurt's hands tangled themselves in Blaine's hair, which was thankfully not gelled down like a helmet.

Kurt pulled back for a moment. He brushed his fingers through Blaine's hair.

"I see you took my advice."

Blaine pulled Kurt back to him by his belt loops, catching Kurt by surprise. He kissed Kurt again, sucking lightly on Kurt's tongue. The taller boy hummed and tugged gently on one of Blaine's curls causing the hazel eyed boy to moan softly. Kurt seeming to enjoy the sounds the short boy made, began to massage Blaine's scalp as they continued to kiss, occasionally tugging lightly on a stray curl. Blaine pulled back from the kiss panting.

"If that's what happens when I forgo the gel, I'll never use it ever again."

Kurt was ready to make one of his witty remarks but Blaine's lips were soon pressed against his own and his IQ dropped significantly.

Blaine traced his boyfriend's mouth with his tongue. Blaine couldn't help but smile into the kiss. Kurt was his boyfriend. He had a boyfriend! Kurt tugged on one of his curls and he moaned softly once more. He trailed his hands down Kurt's sides and let them rest on Kurt's lower back. He pulled Kurt's body flush against his own.

He decided that he liked Kurt's condition. He liked it a lot.