Admittedly, he'd had wild dreams of pressing each other into walls and curling up in beds, touching and petting and cuddling for hours. But, really, that's all they were – dreams. He had learned through trial and much error that, more often than not, his dreams didn't come true; those sorts of things were for other people, and he had learned to be okay with that. Mostly. It was more something he'd been forced to accept than something he'd wanted to accept, like many other things in his short life.

When he and Blaine had become, well, official, he had begun to believe in dreams again.

They had been sitting in the library, small piles of books between them: Blaine was sitting on one edge of the corner, Kurt beside him around the twist of the table. He could hear his boyfriend muttering under his breath, chemistry equations that he was sure Blaine already knew by heart - ever the perfectionist in his own way, Blaine was getting close to being able to stand up and recite every chemical equation Dalton required them to know from their first year to their last. It was almost frightening.

As wonderfully distracting as Blaine's mutterings were, however, Kurt knew he had to focus on his history assignment or he'd be the one that was history. No matter how easy the subject material seemed on paper it was always so much harder in reality – Kurt had begun to get used to it, though. With the help of Blaine and the friends he'd made in classes the transition had been a lot easier.

He was lost in the midst of war and homosexual undertones when he felt a touch at his cheek.

Jumping, his eyes flicked to the side to glance at Blaine. The other boy looked thoughtful, lost in himself, his thumb touching against the corner of Kurt's lip gently. Kurt didn't dare move, dare to make an accidental jump that would break the moment – the atmosphere, while not tense, had tightened a little, accenting an odd, new twist in his stomach. It was new even for those Blaine-feelings; different to the needy twirls his stomach was known to make when he was around the other boy. Blaine seemed entranced, lost in thought as he stared at the slight pink of Kurt's lips. He shifted a little, leaning forward, elbow on the table, and Kurt forgot how to breathe.

It wasn't an actual kiss, not at first. Blaine just moved forward, his nose nudging Kurt's cheek, his lips skimming across soft skin just under his thumb, a touch of lips against chin. He seemed content with that; content with just letting his lips explore innocent parts of Kurt's body without actually asking. It was a strange feeling – Blaine's lips were dry, but soft, a slight scratch before they were gone. It left him awkwardly breathless in a way that made him question what an actual kiss would feel like.

Kurt, however, was not content with just that – the teasing half-kisses were beyond amazing, but he wanted more – more and more and more until there was nothing left to want apart from needy repetition. Blaine began to take his hand away, but Kurt stopped him, touching at his wrist and drawing it closer. The other boy looked embarrassed, pursing his lips before smiling, but Kurt wasn't going to be put off – if anything the adorable shyness that had suddenly overcome his boyfriend spurred him on.

His lips pressed into Blaine's palm, gently, barely feeling any bumps under his lips. Without breaking contact with his skin Kurt moved to press another kiss to Blaine's wrist, wondering if he was imagining the steady heartbeat. His eyes flickered up to look at his boyfriend, watching, seeing the way that Blaine's eyes were wide and bright, watching the movement of his throat as he swallowed. It was beautiful; no, it was perfect.

Kurt leaned forward, gently pulling on Blaine's arm so that Blaine moved too, drawn closer across the table. He hesitated when their lips were an inch apart, his own open a little as he gazed desperately at Blaine's, feeling warmth in the pit of his stomach as the Baby, It's Cold deja vu span around him and made his brain feel like fluff. It was only then that he closed his eyes and pressed his lips against Blaine's; gentle, soft and chaste. They both pulled away, sitting down at almost the same time, before Kurt glanced up at his boyfriend and smiled.

When Blaine smiled back he felt like he could fly.