"Why did you pick me to sing that song with?" I was really hoping he wouldn't ask that, because Ididn't believe I had an answer. Or maybe I just wasn't ready to admit my answer. Kurt and I share one of the greater things in life-friendship- do I really want to risk that for something more? I guess I don't have a choice anymore, unless I want to lie to him and I don't. I'm Blaine Anderson, I can do this. Deep breathe, just relax. It's only Kurt, I can tell him anything.

"Kurt, there is a moment," shit, this is gonna ruin everything. "When you say to yourself, 'oh, there you are,'" What am I saying? Where am I going with this? "'I've been looking for you forever.'" I am going to hell. I want to just take it all back and leave, because he'll never talk to me again after this. It's just uncomfortable now, I can't really make it any worse. Update: I made it worse; my hand, on it's own volition, moved to rest on his. Just power through, I have to finish now.

"Watching you do Blackbird this week, that was a moment for me, about you." this much is true. Seeing him, and I mean really seeing him, all emotions exposed is breathtaking. Even if he was singing about a bird, it revealed his softest side and his vulnerability. It showed how capable he was of feeling and using those feelings to captivate a crowd. Remembering that almost makes me think telling him this, is the right thing to do. I think I am doing the right thing, he should hear this, he needs to hear this. He deserves to hear the highest praises of love belted from the rooftops, but that would be extremely weird...

I just feel like no words can truly express how he truly affects me. He..."You move me, Kurt." That's the only way I can put it. I still haven't answered his question. "And doing this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you." That's better. I looked to him, the fate of our relationship resting on his expression. He looks shocked. Good shock or bad shock? There might be a trace of a smile, maybe. However, I'm known to make things up in my head and then humiliate myself when acting upon them. But, if this was going to blow up in my face, wouldn't it have happened by now? He just looks expectant...

I got up from my seat and moved in; it's do or die time.

A pleasant suprise, I didn't have to connect our lips all the way. Kurt tilted his head towards mine, closing the last inch. He wants this, too. Especially when he deepened the kiss, his hand coming up to rest on my face. But, everything has an end. A sweet, lip smacking end.

I just looked at him, looking at me. Was he mad? Did he feel like the kiss was forced? Am I Karofsky!? Kurt, I promise I will not shove you into lockers, I swear! The thud of his hand hitting the table pulled me out of my mental hysterics. I'm being silly, I'm silly. Kurt we can be silly together. I need to stop.

I chuckled, "We should," oh my god, I can't even think straight, that was so perfect. "We should practice." Be dapper, Blaine, be dapper.

He gave me the biggest grin ever. Yes Kurt, just melt my heart, because as long as I have you, I don't need it anymore. "I thought we were." He said. The beautiful grin faded to a look of desire. I'm sure my face was no different as I leaned in and reconnected our lips.