His mind is still reeling over everything that happened when he wakes up.  Thinking it was all a vivid dream, he gets ready and goes to his favorite coffee shop close to campus.

Walking in, he instantly knows it wasn't a dream.  The girl behind the counter, the one that always seemed a little too nice to him, has her lite brown wings out, tucking them behind her when he steps up to the counter.

"Hi, Blaine."  She greets him with a smile.  "The usual."

"Yeah," he replies, handing over the money when she rings him up.  "So, Lacey," he says to get her attention.

"Yes?"

"Brown wings.  I would have thought white."

"No, white are for onl-" she stops what she is saying when she realizes what they are talking about.  She begins to chuckle, saying, "He didn't waste his time b..."

Blaine doesn't catch what she says as she begins to mumble and trail off.  "Who?  Kurt.  How do you know him?"

"I have an agreement with him," Lacey tells him, handing him his coffee.  "He helped me when I came down fifty years ago."

'Fifty years.  Did she really say that?'  The only thing Blaine can think as he thanks her for his coffee and walks out, wondering how old she really is.

Over the course of the next few days, Blaine is shocked every time he sees an angel just casually going about their lives as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on.  Most, he realizes, have either grey or brown wings, and never seeing another one with white.  Only one angel does he see with black wings, and he only sees that after accidentally bumping into him.

The man actually snarls at him as if he's the gum on the bottom of his shoe; as if he's the biggest inconvenience to him.  As he walks away from him, he swears he can hear the angel call him a useless human.

Walking into Professor Thompson's class on Thursday, he expects it to be like all his other classes this past year.  For the whole class it's just like that: him teaching and making the class laugh, and making it enjoyable.  But when he has his back to the class as he fixes the papers on his desk as they walk out, Blaine stops dead in his tracks when Professor Thompson suddenly opens his grey wings.

"You're a...I can't believe you're an angel," Blaine says under his breath in case the other students still in the classroom hear him.

"I see someone has given you the sight, Blaine."  Professor Thompson chuckles, stuffing his stack of papers into his satchel, tucking his wings back behind him.  "How long have you had it?"

"About a week," Blaine replies.

"Crazy how many of us there actually are just walking around, right?"

"The girl who makes coffee at my favorite coffee shop, I was shocked by her as well."

"Can I ask who the angel was that gave it to you?"

"Oh, yeah, it...It was Kurt," Blaine responds, instantly seeing Professor Thompson go rigid.  "Are you okay?"

"Oh, my God, it's you.  I've heard many stories of you, but I-...I can't believe it's you, and in my class this whole time.  I mean, I heard the name Blaine, but thought nothing of it."  Blaine barely hears anything else after that, unable to discern what the professor is talking about as he rambles on.

"What are you talking about?  I'm not understanding anything," Blaine confusedly says, wondering if his brain can deal with more information right now.

"Of course you wouldn't know...But, I still can't believe this whole time."  Thompson laughs, looking at Blaine in a new light.  "I can see why he wo-"

"Professor Thompson-"

"Call me Jeffery, it's the least I could ask of you."  At that Blaine swears Thompson is looking at him in awe, as if he's the biggest celebrity known to man.

"Well, Jeffery," Blaine says, feeling strange calling his professor by his first name.  "Can you explain to me why you're so shocked at who I am?"

"Sure, of course I will.  I'm on my break, let's go grab a bite to eat and talk."  Thompson suggests, which Blaine agrees to.

~

"Enjoy your meals, gentlemen," the waitress kindly says after setting their food down, and then walking away.

Blaine stares at his food, not sure why he ordered it since he barely has an appetite.  Looking up, he chuckles at finding Thompson chomping away at his burger.

"I have a question before you...explain everything.  How is it that you have an appetite and can eat food?"

Thompson laughs as he says, "Actually, in heaven we don't.  But for some reason, the second we step on Earth's soil, we become ravenous and pretty much eat anything in sight for the first week.  It's not a pretty picture."

"Oh," Blaine says, wondering if the hunger still lingers or Thompson is just in a hurry and has little time.  "About Kurt and me?"

"Oh, yes, what would you like to know?"  Thompson sets his hamburger down and cleans his hands on a napkin, and taking a drink of his coke.

"You said you knew who I am.  How?"

"Obviously, you know Kurt?"

Blaine nods his head yes at the question.

"Well, I know him, too.  We've been friends a very long time.  I'm actually surprised I didn't know he was down," Thompson gets a far off look in his eyes for a second, and then it's gone.  "Oh, well.  Anyways, Kurt is...How do I put this so you understand."  Blaine sees him think it over, trying to put it easy.  "He's one of the very few among God's ranks that He feels a bit more deeply for.  He was very important in Heaven."

Blaine can feel the blood drain from his face, and feels his heart almost stop altogether.  "That's not lightly, that's a fucking punch in the gut multiple times."

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"So, Kurt is very powerful?"

"Among many other things.  That's why I was shocked to understand who you really were."

"Why?"

"In Heaven, many, many years ago, after Kurt was, I guess created, I can't really explain how we come to be.  Anyways, right after, a prophecy foretold that he would fall in love with a human.  Now, you have to understand in Heaven, prophecies are very uncommon and only come about once every few millennium.  So this one was a shock to us all, and seemed highly unlikely.  It just seemed unlikely for an angel to fall in love with a human.  By the time he was at how he looks now-How does he look?  Is he still gorgeous as I remember him to be?"  Thompson all of a sudden asks.

"Yeah, he's still gorgeous," Blaine replies, feeling a blush stain his cheeks and seeing Thompson smile.

"He always was one of the most beautiful ones."  Thompson gets a look as if remembering how beautiful Kurt is.  "Anyways, after reaching how he looks now, he was already powerful and strong and in the ranks with God's others just like him.  Many of use believed he would decide to be with his best friend, but no; he believed in you very much."

"What best friend?"  Blaine asks, feeling a pang of jealousy at the idea of this unknown angel being with Kurt.

"His name was Sebastian.  They were very close, and I know for sure he was in love with Kurt.  That all changed, though, because of the war."

"What happened?"

"You're going to have to ask Kurt for that part of the story.  But, after the war, he became, like I said, one of the most powerful angels among God's rank.  He knew of you, I don't know how, that's something you'll need to ask him, also.  Seeing him at his best is why the rest of us laughed at the thought of him leaving it all behind for a human.  No offense to you, of course."

"None taken.  I can see where you're coming from."  Blaine waves off his comment, not understanding why Kurt would give that all up for someone like him.  "Did you believe that Kurt would give it up?"

"No, because I saw him fight, I saw him at his most powerful, and it just seemed crazy to me that his love for a human could make him give it all up."  Thompson admits, taking another bite of his burger.  "The others of us told him it was stupid and crazy to have faith in a prophecy that could very well be wrong.  We tried to talk him out of his thoughts, but he kept telling us he was more than sure that you would exist and that the two of you would find each other."

"He was that sure of me?"  Blaine feels a sense of wonderment and pride in how Kurt held fast to his belief and knowledge that he would exist.

"Yes," Jeffery says with a smile.  "He was that sure."

After that, Blaine sits there as Jeffery finishes his meal, going over the things he learned about Kurt.

Still sitting there after Jeffery leaves he pulls out his phone and brings up the number programmed in there since the previous week.

~

Kurt sits at the table in the coffee shop stirring sugar into his cup of coffee, patiently waiting for Blaine to arrive.  He was thrilled when he called him to ask to meet up.  Perking up when he sees him walk through the door, he waves when he notices him.

"Hi, Blaine," he says when Blaine sits down across from him.  He can hear his voice filled with happiness, amazed that Blaine can do that to him just by being in his presence.

"This is my favorite, thanks," Blaine tells him after taking a drink of the coffee sitting in front of him.

"I know."  Kurt sits forward some, and crossing his legs, the back of his chair disturbing his wings.  "I'm glad you called."

"Me too," Blaine says with a smile, Kurt seeing his eyes get brighter and a blush on his cheeks when he looks at him.

"So?"

"Can I take you out on a date?"  Blaine blurts out all of a sudden.

"I would love that," Kurt replies, feeling butterflies in his stomach.  "When?"

"Tonight, at seven."

"Seven it is," Kurt agrees, taking one final drink of his coffee and standing up. 

"Where are you going?"  Blaine asks with a bit of sadness to his voice.

"Let's get out of here."

"Okay."  Kurt hears Blaine easily agree.

Walking outside and to his car, expecting Blaine to be following him, he's surprised to turn around and find him unlocking the door to an old, beat-up car.

"What in the world is that?"  Kurt asks surprised, wondering if you can even call it a car anymore.

"It's my useless, piece of a junk car," Blaine responds, looking at his car with disgust.

"Come on."  Kurt waves him to him, walking to his car when he's beside him.  "Get in."

"So, how many cars do you own?"  Blaine asks curiously as he climbs into the passenger seat of the red 1968 Mustang convertible.

"A few."  Kurt starts the engine and begins to drive, knowing the place to take Blaine.

It takes them less than twenty minutes to arrive at the dealership.  Kurt climbs out of his car and leans against the door, smiling at the confusion on Blaine's face.

"What are we doing here exactly?"

"Pick one," Kurt tells him.

"What?!"

"I'm ridding you of that terrible excuse for a car.  So, pick one; whichever one you like."

"I can't let you buy me a new car," Blaine says, looking at Kurt as if he's crazy.  "I won't."

"You can pick one of your own choice right now, or have one of my choice delivered tomorrow.  You choose."  Kurt grins as he sees Blaine think it over, knowing there's no way for him to avoid not getting a new car.

"Fine!"  Blaine exclaims, throwing his door close a little too roughly in defeat, although Kurt sees his lips turn up in a small smile.  "I'm not getting anything expensive."

"Your choice, Blaine."  Kurt sing-songs, watching as Blaine begins to walk among the cars on the lot.

"Hello, can I help you with anything?"  Kurt hears a young man ask him.

~

So, it's not every day he is taken to a dealership and told to pick a car of his choice.  Hearing Kurt tell him that, for a few minutes he thought if Kurt was for real and being serious or just delusional.  Finding out he was being dead serious, Blaine decided to indulge him, and thought it couldn't be all that bad to have a new car.

Considering the old car he drives, surprised it still even runs, he thinks maybe having a new car can't be all too bad.  He thinks about ways to pay Kurt back later, because he isn't particularly fond of Kurt spending so much money on him.  But still, he does fall a little in love with the car he stands in front of at the moment; always wanting one since seeing Bumblebee in Transformers.

Deciding on the aqua blue 2011 Chevy Camaro, he turns around to see Kurt looking uncomfortable as some guy tries to flirt with him.  Again, he is confused by the jealousy he feels at the sight of this guy trying to hit on Kurt.  He understands Kurt is gorgeous, can see it for himself and in the eyes of anyone who looks at him, so he knows he will have to get used to people flirting and staring at him.  But he suddenly feels as if he needs to make it known to other people that he's the one with Kurt, even though he doesn't get why he needs to do that only after meeting him twice.  Walking to Kurt and wrapping an arm around his waist, feeling his heart skip a beat, like usual, when Kurt gives him his dazzling smile, Blaine outwardly gloats when as he holds Kurt.

"I've made my choice," he tells Kurt, kissing his forehead for added effort.  Grinning wide when he looks back to the guy to see him looking at him with jealousy.

"What car did you choose?"  The guy, Scott, as his name tag reads, asks in an uninterested voice.

"The aqua blue Chevy Camaro," Blaine responds.

"Nice choice," Scott says with a hint of jealousy evident in his voice.  "I'll draw up the paperwork for you."

He scoffs when Scott walks away, noticing how his shoulders are slightly drooped and posture is wrong.

"You didn't have to worry about him," Kurt tells him with a smile.  "You don't have to worry about anybody making my thoughts wonder from you."

He doesn't know why in that instant he does it.  Cupping the side of Kurt's face, and stroking his thumb along his bottom lip, he leans forward and captures Kurt's mouth in a simple kiss.  But the second their lips touch, something changes and Blaine is furiously kissing Kurt, feeling Kurt kiss back as hard and quickly turning the kiss heated.

It's almost as if every ounce of passion he pours into the kiss, he feels it returned in kind, making this, single-handedly, the greatest kiss he's ever experienced.  He doesn't know why, or what it is about Kurt, that has him wanting to do this with him for the rest of his life.

Finally pulling back breathless, and slightly dizzy and mind reeling, his eyes fall on Kurt's slightly kiss-swollen lips turning up into a smile.

"That was unexpected, but welcomed," Kurt giddily says.

Instead of responding, Blaine kisses Kurt again, surprised at how much he needs to be doing this.

He licks into Kurt's mouth, tasting the slight sugar still on his tongue from his coffee and a distinct taste that he can't place.  It's a taste that drives him wild and has him seeking it out and holding onto the memory of it.  He feels as Kurt does the same with him and his tongue; tasting him and massaging their tongues together in the most sinful way.

The only reason they pull apart is the sound of someone clearing their throat nearby.  "I have your paperwork all ready to be filled out," Scott says in a monotone voice.

"Okay," Blaine replies, keeping his eyes on Kurt's magnificent blue eyes swimming with love and happiness.

~

Now that he knows how it feels it's all he can think about.  The press of Blaine's lips against his, the slide of their tongues, and how Blaine practically made him fall apart and put him back together all in one kiss.

He thinks about it as Blaine groans about the person fussing over him.  Smiling at the sight of him standing on the platform as the young lady, Stacy, takes his measurements for a suit.

"I don't need this," he says as Stacy makes him hold out his arms to his sides.

"Where we're going tonight you will," Kurt tells him as he pulls down a shirt he likes.

"I thought I asked you on the date.  Doesn't that imply I get to choose the place we go to?"

"Technically: yes."  Kurt smiles at Blaine, grabbing yet another shirt.  "But since I was planning to take you out, I'm stealing your date and making it mine."

"I don't think that's allowed."  Blaine laughs, making Stacy tell him to try and not to move.

"Well then," Kurt sighs, dropping the pile of clothes he has at the register, and adding a few sunglasses to the pile.  "I guess you'll just have to ask me out again, won't you."

"I guess so."

Kurt grins at that, doing a little happy dance on the inside.  Listening as the cashier rings up the clothes as the tailor finishes with Blaine; Kurt pays for his purchases and waits as Blaine changes back into his regular clothes.

"Thank you for your purchases, Kurt," the young girl behind the register tells him.

"You're welcome, Drew," he replies to her.

"So, who's the guy?"  Drew easily asks that after knowing Kurt for five years.

"Blaine," Kurt replies with a smile, sliding on his new glasses.  "Cute, isn't he?" he asks, feeling giddy about talking with Drew about Blaine.

"Kurt, I can't believe it, a guy actually has you blushing.  I thought I'd never see the day."  Kurt knows she's teasing, can tell by the tone of her voice and her grin and the wink she gives him.  "He must be one lucky guy if he snagged a date from you.  I don't think I've heard of someone rejecting people as much as you did."

"Trust me when I say I'm the lucky one."

At that moment Blaine comes back out from the dressing room looking ready to leave.

"It should be ready in less than three hours," Stacy informs him.

"Thanks, Stacy."  Kurt smiles at her.

Telling Drew and Stacy bye, Kurt walks out carrying one of his bags, Blaine holding the other two.  Walking with Blaine to his car, often stealing glances at him and looking at his lips, Kurt is overwhelmed with joy at finally being where he's found himself.

Looking back on it, it would seem crazy to others to wait thousands of years for one person.  Wait all that time for a single soul that would make him

Stopping in front of Blaine's new car, knowing Blaine isn't letting on how much he loves it.  But he can tell by the glint he gets in his eyes when he looks at it.  He puts all the purchased clothing in the trunk of the car and closes it.

"Am I going to have to get used to you buying me stuff even though I don't need it?"

"Yes," Kurt replies, sliding on the other pair of sunglasses on Blaine's face.  "I'm going to spoil you crazy."

"Can I ask why?"

"Because you deserve it."  Kurt leans forward and kisses Blaine like he's wanted to for the past hour.  "See you tonight," he says pulling back from the kiss.

"Seven."

"Seven," Kurt repeats, smiling and walking away.

~

It's still all strange to Blaine to have someone like Kurt suddenly enter his life like he did.  One minute he's a normal college kid worrying about everything under the sun, and the next his whole world is turned upside down.  He finds himself actually enjoying the pace of his life; where it was once hum-drum and repetitive it is now filled with a new kind of excitement at not knowing if the next person he meets could be an angel.  And having his new vision is one of the coolest things that has ever happened to him. 

Dropping the bags of new clothes he now has, Blaine walks to his tiny living room and plops down on his worn sofa ready to pass some time watching bad reality television.

~

Knocking on Kurt's door at precisely the right time for their date, he grins at him when he pulls the door open.  "Hello," he says when he walks in.

"Hi," Kurt shyly replies.

Blaine gets a good look at him, biting his lip from saying something stupid when he sees how good Kurt looks in his black suit and tie.  It's then that he looks down and gets a good look at what he's wearing and wonders where they exactly are going.  "I'm beginning to think I'm underdressed," he says as he gestures to what he's wearing.

"That's what earlier was for."  Kurt takes his hand and leads him to a small bathroom down one of his hallways.  Inside he finds the suit he was being fitted for earlier at the clothing store and shakes his head at knowing Kurt would think of something like that.  "You can change and we'll go," Kurt says as right before walking out of the bathroom and closing the door.

Blaine steps out of the bathroom a few minutes later feeling a bit more classy and elegant in his suit that fits him perfectly.  It hugs and clings to every shape of his body just like the tailor intended it too.  "How in the world did she do this in less than a day?" he rhetorically asks as he runs his hands down the front of his suit jacket.

"I think it's magic," Kurt jokes as he takes a good look at Blaine.  Smirking as he stares at him, Blaine sees him bite his lower lip and release it a bit redder.

Seeing him do that has a need to kiss Kurt overtake him and so he does.  He presses his lips hard to Kurt's soft ones and smiles when Kurt moans into his mouth.  Breaking the kiss before they completely forget everything, Blaine rests his forehead to Kurt's own.  "We should probably go on this date before we end up making out the whole night."

"I see nothing wrong in that," Kurt replies.

"Me either; but I would very much like to go on this date with you," Blaine tells him taking his hand and walking to the front door.

"Okay, let's go on this date."

~

"Enjoy," Kurt tells him, taking a bite of his cracker.

They sit at a table in a fancy French restaurant that Blaine has never heard of.  Glancing around the other patrons of the restaurant, Blaine doesn't let it get past him that Kurt and him seem to be some of the youngest people in the place.  He finds it cute that Kurt would take him to one of the fanciest restaurants that he's ever been to that is frequented by people much older than him.  But what really surprised him was Kurt getting a table when the hostess originally told him he didn't make a reservation and there were no available tables.  He still not sure what Kurt did to get the table they now have.

Blaine brings his own cracker up to his mouth and takes a bite, immediately wanting to spit it out and drink the whole bottle of wine to the side of him.  Scrunching his face in disgust, he swallows what little is in his mouth and drains the wine in his glass.

Kurt chuckles as he says, "I guess it's an acquired taste."

"Nothing about that suggests I will ever acquire that taste."  Blaine grabs a plain cracker and eats it, removing the last of the caviar taste in his mouth.  Taking a drink when the waiter refills their glasses, he looks over the menu and has no idea what he's reading.  "I don't understand anything I'm reading."  He can discern a few words here and there, but overall it reads just like it is: a menu in a foreign language he doesn't know.

"Would you like me to order for you?"  Kurt asks as he smiles at him, closing his menu and placing it on the table.

"That would be great."  Blaine doesn't let it get past him the look their waiter gives Kurt when he comes to take their orders.  But the whole time Kurt's vision never wavers from his, making him blush.

Blaine listens to Kurt speak French as he orders; the words sounding beautiful as they fall from his lips, as if he's been speaking it for a very long time.  Hearing Kurt thank the waiter before he leaves, Blaine catches the wink the waiter throws him before walking away, snorting out of annoyance.  "How many languages can you speak?" he asks as he runs his finger over one of his forks.

"Almost all spoken languages," Kurt replies.  He chuckles when Blaine gets surprised by that, adding, "I've gotten very bored while I was down.  I also read a lot."

"That makes me feel very lazy," Blaine says as he swirls the wine in his glass.

"I've had a copious amount of time to waste."

"What else can you do?"

"Besides fly and speak a ton of languages?"  Kurt jokingly adds.

"Yes," Blaine says with a small laugh.

"Well, you should know, and this is very important," Kurt says as he leans forward, quirking an eyebrow, and whispering as if revealing a secret.  "I'm a very, very good cook."

Blaine laughs at that.

A few minutes later their food is set down in front of them and Blaine hesitates at first eating what is on his plate.  Tentatively taking his first bite, Blaine almost moans at the taste that hits his tongue.  Looking up at Kurt, who's grinning at him, he finishes his bite before talking.  "This might be the best thing I've ever eaten."

"I'm glad you enjoy it."  Kurt smiles at him as he takes a bite of his own food.

After that, him and Kurt enjoy their meals while holding a conversation; they talk about nothing of great importance, but still finds themselves learning various things.

~

Kurt is a bit disappointed when they finish their meals, not wanting their date to be over.  Standing up and walking with Blaine to the door, he blushes and smiles when Blaine takes his hand and laces their fingers together.  Heading for his car, he stops in front of it and turns to Blaine.  Placing his lips to Blaine's own, he knows he will never get enough of kissing Blaine.

What the waiter was doing didn't go unnoticed by him, but Kurt knows with all his heart that Blaine is the only important person to him on this earth.  That random guy could never make him feel what he feels when he's with Blaine.  And when he's with Blaine all he feels is happiness and like he finally knows why he was created, so he could be here and in this moment.  He will never want to kiss anybody else or be with anybody else, because Blaine is it for him.

Pulling away with a smile on his face, he stares at Blaine's luminous eyes and sees them filled with joy.  "I like kissing you," he says, tracing his finger over Blaine's pink, plump lips.  Kurt enjoys how it feels when Blaine's lips are on his.  How their mouths fit and move perfectly together in a way he never thought two people could fit together.

"Good," Blaine says as he smiles at him, barely kissing Kurt's fingertip.  "Because I like kissing you, too."

"Come on."  Kurt takes Blaine's hand and squeezing it real quick before walking to the driver side of the car.  "Let's go."

~

Blaine watches the scenery pass by him as Kurt drives back to his house.  He watches the lights blur together and the people in cars they pass turn their head when Kurt passes them, knowing they are staring in awe at Kurt's car.  He listens to the song playing on the radio, lowly humming along.  When he feels Kurt's hand slide into his on the center console, he keeps his sight out the window but smiles.  For the remainder of the drive they stay like that, and Blaine finds himself

"Would you like to do something different?"  Kurt asks when they step out of the car.

"Like what?" he asks as he reaches for Kurt's hand and laces their fingers together, feeling Kurt squeeze his hand the slightest.

"You'll see.  You might even enjoy it, too."

Holding Kurt's hand as they walk into his house, Blaine is confused when he takes him to his backyard.

Seeing it for the first time, Blaine chuckles at the irony of all the statues of the baby angels placed all around the yard.  The pool is lit up with lights with lounge chairs all around.

"Put your arms around me, and hold on tight."  Kurt all of sudden tells him as they stand at the top of the deck.

"What?"

"Trust me."  Kurt grabs his arms and wraps them around his neck, wrapping his own around his waist.  Nudging his feet underneath his, Blaine thinks he's starting to figure out what he's going to do.  "Don't look down if you're too scared."  Kurt warns him, opening his wings with a loud whoosh.

"Uh-huh," Blaine nods his head, and burying his face in the crook of Kurt's neck and pressing as close to him as he can get. 

He's unaware of the moment it happens, but pulling back from Kurt, Blaine is surprised at the sight of the neighborhood a few feet below them. Making out a few recognizable buildings in the distance

"What if someone sees?" he worriedly asks.

"They won't."

"How do you know?"

"Humans are blind to anything we can do."

"And the only way they can really see is if an angel does to them what you did to me?"  Blaine says as he figures it out.

"Yes," Kurt smiles at him and nods his head.

"Have you ever done that, the blood thing, with another human?" he asks, feeling a twinge of jealousy at thinking of Kurt sharing that connection with someone other than him.

"No," Kurt smiles, holding him tighter. "We choose one person to do it with.  No angel ever connects with another after the first time.  Once an angel finds the one they love is only when we make the choice."

"You were pretty quick in making your choice."

"I made it long ago."

"And yet you didn't let me think on mine."  Blaine doesn't say it to be mean, but more to show Kurt how he sprang something that big on him without so much as a warning.

"Do you regret me-"

"No.  Never, Kurt."  Blaine cuts him off at seeing how uneasy Kurt looked and sounded.  "I just wished I had a bit more of a warning about how everything would change."

"I'm sorry," Kurt apologizes, resting their foreheads together.  "I was just so happy to finally have you in my life I wasn't thinking clearly."

"I forgive you."  Blaine kisses Kurt's forehead, holding him tighter as he glimpses at the world below him.

Looking up and realizing the stars are just out of reach up here as they are on the ground doesn't stop Blaine from still trying to reach for one like he did as a child.

"What are you doing?"  Kurt asks with a chuckle.

"As a kid I always believed if I could reach out and just grab a star from the sky I could make a wish on it, and it would definitely come true.  I tried my hardest every night to grab one, trying to wrap my fingers around it and hold it in my fist as it glowed.  Alas, every night I would get upset that I was never able to get one.  I haven't tried to do that in over fifteen years."

"What are trying to wish for tonight, then?"

Blaine stares into Kurt's deep blue eyes as he says, "For it to never end."

Suddenly, Kurt is surging forward and furiously kissing him, making him clutch tight to the back of Kurt's shirt to prevent himself from falling.  A few moments later he feels as Kurt touches back down on the ground, somehow never breaking the kiss.

Walking backwards when Kurt begins to walk, not really sure what part of the backyard they are at, Blaine finally breathes when Kurt pulls back from the kiss.  Seeing the look on Kurt's face, he asks, "What's wrong?"

"Don't hate me." 

"Why would I h-" but he doesn't finish his question before Kurt is wrapping his arms around him and tipping both of them into the heated water of the pool.

Pushing to the surface, and spitting out what little water he had in his mouth, he pushes his hair back and laughs.  Kurt surfaces with a look of delight on his face, laughing along with him.

"I can't believe you did that."  Blaine treads in the water, licking the water drops off his lips.

"I thought it'd be fun."

"What if I didn't know how to swim and I drowned?  What would you have done then?"  Blaine decides to take his jacket it off, tossing it on the ground near the edge of the pool.

"Ah, but I know you know how to swim," Kurt tells him, doing the same with his jacket.  "And if that wasn't the case, I guess I would have to suffer as I gave you mouth-to-mouth."  Kurt laughs as he jokes, swimming towards Blaine.

Grabbing his hand and pulling him close, Blaine cups Kurt's neck and kisses him, feeling Kurt push his tongue past his lips.  He can taste the hint of chlorine on Kurt's lips and tongue as he kisses him, not getting enough of it.

"I don't think there would be any tongue involved in mouth-to-mouth," Blaine says against his lips, smiling.

"Good thing this isn't real mouth-to-mouth, then."  Kurt closes the space between them and captures Blaine's lips, licking into his mouth and moaning.

Blaine isn't sure how long they stay in the pool making out, but he knows it's long enough for him to get a little too excited.  Pushing away from Kurt before anything happens, he treads in the water trying to think of anything to help with his problem.

"Something wrong?"  Kurt asks with a glimmer of hurt in his voice.

"No.  No, trust me, nothing is wrong." Blaine reassures Kurt, smiling at him.  "The opposite actually.  I was really enjoying myself."  He adds extra emphasis on enjoy so Kurt understands what he's talking about.

Seeing the look of realization cross Kurt's face, and hearing him say oh, has Blaine blushing and wanting to hide. 

On their first date and he has to go and pop a boner.  He tries to reason that it was the fact that it's been so long since he's felt the pressure of another body pressed to his.  But he knows a big part of it was the feeling of Kurt's body close to his, his soft lips and silky tongue sliding against his own

"I'm gonna go under the water and die of embarrassment."  Blaine takes a deep breath and closes his eyes and goes under, trying once again to think of the most repulsive things to help the situation.

It's not even ten seconds later when a hand on his cheek is felt and lips press to his.  Grabbing for Kurt, he pulls him close and frantically kisses him.  Pushing to the surface, and taking a deep breath when he breaks it, he pulls Kurt to him and hungrily kisses him, backing up against to the wall.  Feeling Kurt's hips press flush against his, makes Blaine realize this is doing nothing to help with his problem.

As he continues to kiss Kurt, Blaine feels a hand slide down between their bodies and cover his erection.  Kurt barely applies any pressure when he presses his palm down, but still making Blaine grip at his hips when he does.

"Wh-what are you doing, Kurt?"  Blaine digs his fingers in and tries not to push his hips forward.

"Don't worry, Blaine, nothing is happening tonight."  Kurt grins, running his fingers along the outline of Blaine's cock.  "I'm just thrilled at knowing that you want me."

"How...How could I not?"  Blaine rhetorically asks.

Sighing in relief, and part frustration, when Kurt takes his hand away and tells him they should probably get out of the pool, Blaine looks to where his jacket is so he can cover himself after climbing out of the pool.

"Do you have extra clothes?"  Blaine shivers as he stands in the middle of the kitchen hugging his arms tight around his waist.  "You know, after you ruined this suit you bought me."

"Yeah, in the closet in a room downstairs."  He listens as Kurt tells him the way to the room.

~

Kurt watches as Blaine walks away, deciding to make some tea to warm up both of them.  Throwing away the bags when Blaine returns, he hands him one of the cups and gets a thrill out of him wearing his clothes.  "Feeling better?" he asks right before taking a sip of his tea.

"Much," Blaine smiles.  "Thanks for the clothes."

"No problem."

Kurt frowns when he sees Blaine set his cup down and tells him he has to go.

"I had fun," Blaine tells him.

"Me too."  Kurt walks with him to the front door, kissing him goodbye before letting him out.  "Bye."

"Bye," Blaine repeats.

Opening the door, Kurt tells him bye one more time and closes the door, feeling the happiest he's ever been.  He makes it two steps away from the door when a knock has him going back.  Laughing when he finds Blaine standing there, he asks, "Forget something?"

"Yes.  If you remember you stole my date from me, and you said to just ask you out again so I could take you out. 

"I remember," Kurt smiles, knowing exactly where this is going.  "So?"

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

"I'm hoping to make plans with you in the next thirty seconds."

"Go on a date with me?"

"Yes."

"Don't hijack it from me this time."  Blaine playfully warns him.

"I won't.  Promise."

Kissing him, and telling him bye again, Kurt closes and locks his door.  Walking to his downstairs bedroom, he climbs into bed and thinks about Blaine and being with him, finally.