Kurt's eager hands ran through my curls, sending a shiver down my spine.
He got to his feet, leaning down slightly. I felt him clutch my lapel and I moaned.
Oh my God. Kurt Hummel was kissing me. This was happening. We were together. The lips on mine were the hypnotizing ones I'd dreamed of touching millions of times. The fingers in my hair were the delicate ones I had yearned to hold once more ever since that fateful first time when I had met "the new kid". And the eyes that were inches from mine were the same brilliant oceans that I had gotten lost in more times than I would ever like to admit.
And I was just standing there. Ever since he had begun responding, I had become paralyzed, I barely moved my lips.
Kurt seemed to realize this at the same time I did. He looked down, his cheeks flushed.
"S-sorry," he whispered. "I think I've been waiting for that for a lot longer than you have,"
My blank mind filled with thoughts. I was making him feel bad! I was making him feel like... Second choice. Like this was just a whim of curiosity. I choked, trying not to scream as I thought about the impossibility
of that. No. I had been waiting for this kiss since the moment I was born. It just took my ridiculously idiotic brain FOREVER to recognize simple emotions such as love or lust.
"You're crazy," I sighed, reaching out to grab Kurt's chin. His eyes grew wide as I stared into them.
"All my life, I've been only waiting for this moment arrive" I sang softly. A spectacular smile sprung onto his face. The curve of his lips drew me in again, making fireworks appear behind my eyelids.
Our mouths moved together in beautiful harmony. We only broke apart to take in torturous breaths and when we did, we never took our eyes off each other. Kurt pushed me into the couch and I fell backwards, landing in the cushions. He raised his eyebrows, his question clear. I nodded weakly.
His lips found my neck. I couldn't even think clearly. Nothing made sense except him.
And then the door opened.
"Oh my god!"
Kurt and I had never moved faster. We sat up, our cheeks a brilliant shade of red. Wes, David, Jeff and pretty much all of the other Warblers stood in front of us, a few still trailing in the door.
"Get some Hummel!"
"Finally!"
"Gettin busy, ay Anderson?"
The boys were in uproar. Some laughed, some shook their heads, some looked confused and some appeared to be very disappointed. Seeing a acne-covered freshman look longingly at the blushing boy beside me, I grabbed Kurt's hand.
"Everyone quiet!" Wes banged his gavel, glaring at me. Everyone gaped at us, waiting. I took a deep breath, turning to the man by my side.
"Kurt," I began, gazing directly into his eyes. My hands were suddenly quaking with fear.
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
His kiss-swollen lips parted as he sucked in a breath.
"Yes," he whispered.
I took a moment to appreciate what was now mine. An angel.
With dark, beautiful hair and matching lengthy eyelashes framing unforgettable sea-like eyes. And those hips...
The most amazing soul I had ever had the honor of knowing. The list went on forever.
What did I ever do to deserve him?
We sat there for a moment, soaking in each other, grinning like idiots. Well, I looked like a idiot, Kurt looked like a god. The silence lasted for a minute and then...
"Oh my god, Blaine is that a hickie!" David yelped.
I felt my face go warm, but that was nothing compared to Kurt's scarlet cheeks.
"Whoops," he mouthed. I laughed, giving his hand a squeeze.
"I guess I'll just have to return the favor sometime,"

So those naughty boys got the best of me again. They were definitly just supposed to kiss A LITTLE and then have a heartfelt discussion about their feelings... Oh well... Shame on them.
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