"You move me, Kurt." The uniformed boy sat before me, handsome as ever. I could feel the weight of his hand on my own, warm and a little shaky. The sincerity was, if not fully conveyed in his vocal expression, backed up by the glimmer of promise in his eyes. I could feel my eyes brighten at his words and the idea that he was really speaking about me. Me, Kurt Hummel. The same Kurt Hummel, who's never been kissed by anyone, but Brittany and Karofsky, neither of which count. The same Kurt Hummel, who posseses as much sex appeal as a baby penguin. The same Kurt Hummel, whom Blaine has obliviously friend zoned a million times. That's me. And now I'm also the same Kurt Hummel that moves him. But, why? Why me? Not that I'm complaining, but Blaine could have anyone. Why would he pick the pasty, but still fabulous, socially inept kid, who's been shit on by bullies for years and never grew a pair and stood up for himself? And, oh shut up concious, what do you know? Although, you- I do have a point... Wait, he's talking!

"-an excuse to spend more time with you." Blaine finished. I'm not sure what the first half was, but the ending had potential. Then he just looked at me for a moment, waiting for a reaction. I gave him an expectant look in return. The entire room had reached a climax, building up such great suspense and I was waiting for the punch. I didn't know what it would be, good or bad, but I still waited. Did I really have any other choice? Did I really want any other choice?

Blaine began rising from his seat. Oh okay, bye. Maybe that wasn't the reaction he hoped for. But, maybe it was, for I soon discovered he wasn't rising to leave. Blaine was now inching towards me, closing the space between us and, oh, that space should've been closed light years ago. I inhaled sharply as I discovered the wonders of those lips. Blaine eagerly pressed his lips to mine, in a kiss I quickly returned. They were soft and coffee flavored, his lips I mean. He had one hand on my shoulder, the other had moved from my hand to my knee. Well, damn, not only did my hands feel completely useless, but I really just needed to be closer to his inviting warmth and overwhelming aura of comfort and sweetness and rain. Without hesitation, I moved my hand to cup his smooth cheek, deepening the kiss. I suppose this was a good thing, considering Blaine responded quite well, chasing my lips as if they would ever run away.

But, we had to stop sometime. Our lips broke apart with the sweet, satisfying smack of a kiss. Like the sound of a soda can being opened, it makes you want it, makes you want more. My hand dropped back to the table with a thud, as if it suddenly remembered that gravity existed. We both let out a shaky breathe, as Blaine reseated himself across from me.

Cheeks flushed and still at a loss for air, he let out an airy chuckle. I watched him run his hand over his face, "we should-" he turned away, blinking a little longer than usual, "we should practice."

I shrugged at a loss for any other words, except an out of breathe, "I thought we were." With a small chuckle and dopey smile, I had his lips on mine again.