“Kurt?” Blaine whispered into the silence, not sure whether his friend was already asleep or not.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think it is possible to fall in love with someone who you initially considered a friend?”

It took Kurt a moment to raise his head and look at Blaine.

“Well…” He started slowly, carefully measuring the words he was about to say. “I think it is…” Blaine’s breath hitched and he adjusted himself so he was leaning on his elbows, watching Kurt intently.

“Has it ever happened to you?” Blaine was actually proud of himself for uttering the question without stutter while his heartbeat was nowhere near to a normal speed.

“Yeah.” Kurt answered, completely missing how Blaine’s face was coming closer to his own and how Blaine’s eyes were focused on his lips. “I mean, Adam and I were friends before we started dating…”

“Oh…” Blaine fell back down on the sheets and Kurt laid his head on his chest again. He wondered why Blaine had asked such a thing but he’d learnt a long ago not to overanalyse anything.

“Weren’t you and your first boyfriend friends at first?”

“We were...but I didn’t really love him. I had a crush but the deeper feelings never came. He was kind of perfect for a first boyfriend. Except the first kiss I experienced almost everything with him. He was respectful and we had a great time together but it wasn’t enough after he started to tell me that he loved me daily and I wasn’t able to say it back. And after I came to New York, things were pretty quick with guys. We met, went on a date, had sex and split after a few weeks...I just felt used and dirty.”

“You’ll find someone to love. I promise. It just takes some time.” Kurt assured him.

“How long do I have to wait?” Blaine whispered brokenly.

“I don’t know. But it’ll be worth the wait. Good things come to those who wait, Blaine. My mom used to say that and she was always right.”

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Blaine was testing Kurt’s patience the second day after their arrival. It was Carol’s birthday. Kurt was supposed to cook dinner like every year and he intended to do just that but Blaine was being really difficult.

“Come on, Kurt. I can’t sit and just watch you. Let me help.”

“Blaine, you CAN’T cook. I don’t trust you with making tea why the hell would I let you help me with a birthday dinner?”

“I can chop the vegetables…” Blaine suggested. He wasn’t about to give up. He’d spent the last hour watching TV and witnessed more boredom that his limits could take.

“You need to peel them first…” Kurt pointed out, daring Blaine to say more in the matter.

“I can do that as well…”

“Have you ever done that before?”

“No…” Blaine admitted reluctantly. “But there is always the first time for everything, right?” Kurt let out an exaggerated sigh and handed him a peeler.

“You know what that is?”

“A thing I’m supposed to use for peeling?”

“I still don’t understand how you could graduate at the top of your class in a prep school without having a basic knowledge about housework.”

“A mystery of life, my friend.” Blaine grinned and grabbed the peeler, taking a carrot from the table. He looked at the content in his hands and thought carefully what to do with it.

“You are doing it wrong.” Kurt said.

“I haven’t even started yet!”

“I can tell by the way you are holding it that you have no idea what to do! Give it to me.” Kurt reached for the peeler but Blaine was faster. He stepped back a little and hid his hands behind his back.

“No.” He stated resolutely.

“Blaine, I don’t have the time for playing.” Kurt warned him and approached him, which made Blaine take another step back. They repeated the action until Blaine’s back was against the kitchen counter. Kurt smirked victoriously and trapped Blaine, putting his palms on the countertop.

“Give it to me, Anderson.” Kurt ordered in a low voice.

“Nope.” Blaine responded and shook his head.

“No?” Kurt asked teasingly, slowly moving his fingers closer to Blaine’s wrists to catch them behind his back.

“N-No.” A stuttered whisper changed the air in the room immediately. It was then when Kurt realized he was probably too close to Blaine and that maybe he should make some space between them but he caught how Blaine’s eyes flickered to his lips and Kurt unintentionally licked them, his eyes daring Blaine to finally close the remaining distance between them. Instead of Blaine’s lips on his own he was drawn to reality by a sound of boiling water that was leaking out of a pot right on the stove.

“Fuck!” Kurt cursed and rushed to control the damage. Blaine slowly returned to his previous spot and put the peeler and carrot down, not really sure whether he should help Kurt or disappear. He was standing there, not moving an inch even after Kurt turned around to look at him. Before he could make up his mind about his next action, Finn came into the room, demanding their attention.

“Hi guys. Sorry for interrupting the staring contest but I need help. Burt sent me to buy flowers for mom but he said he doesn’t trust me with it and he wants me to take Blaine. Do you think you could spare him for a while?”

“Yeah. He was about to help me with vegetables but I think you need him more than I do.” Kurt answered and smiled encouragingly at Blaine.

“Thanks. Blaine? Can I drag you with me?”

“Sure.” Blaine nodded, finally breaking the eye contact with Kurt to look at Finn.

“Thanks. Let’s go then.” Blaine obediently followed him. He still managed to wave Kurt goodbye and give him a weak smile.

“You must be on the top of his favourites list if he let you close to the food he was preparing.” Finn remarked as they were getting on his car. “You should be honoured.”                     

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Kurt couldn’t believe his eyes. The house he was standing in front of was huge. It was big enough for at least five families to live there without it being overcrowded.

“This is your house?!” He asked, shocked.

“Not mine but my parents’.” Blaine said and nudged his shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go inside.”

The entrance hall was spectacular. The deeper into the house they were getting the more stunned Kurt was. Although the furniture was covered by white sheets, Kurt could tell the house was beautiful.

“I told Mrs Dawson to prepare my room and the kitchen. I don’t think we’ll need more.”

“Who is Mrs Dawson?”       

“A lady who takes care of our house while we aren’t here…”

“It’s a shame that it’s empty. Gosh, Blaine. This house is amazing...Are you related to some royalty or something? Who can afford to live in a house like this?”

“Our company is very successful…” Blaine shrugged his shoulders and led Kurt upstairs.

“You don’t understand, Blaine. This house is like a palace… OH MY GOD!” Kurt screamed and stopped abruptly to look outside of the window on the staircase.

“Is that your garden?”

“Yeah…”

“I can’t see the end of it! How large is it?”

“About 20 acres...Not so big.”

“Not so big?!”

“Do you want to take a walk there?”

“YES! Let’s Go!” Kurt ran down the stairs but he soon realized that he had no idea how to get outside so he waited for Blaine to come down as well.

“I’m afraid to take you to the kitchen now.” Blaine chuckled. “If you are like this after seeing a few covered rooms and the garden, I’m not sure what you will do when you see kitchen and my room.”

“You brought me here willingly so you have to take the consequences.”

“Stay here. I asked Mrs Dawson to make us some food. I’ll bring something and we can eat it out.”

“I’m going with you.”

“No, you’re not. I’ll show you the rest of the house later.” Blaine stated firmly and left. Kurt felt a little lonely in a big hall. It was like being in a museum. So much beauty to look at…He was admiring the wooden floor when Blaine came back.

“We have a chicken salad. Are you okay with that?”

“Of course. Let’s go out!” He rushed Blaine impatiently and Blaine just laughed at him.

They ended up eating their lunch in Blaine’s tree house. It was something that surprised Kurt more than the whole garden.

“You know, a regular boy has a tree house. You had a “three trees house”. How did your father build that?”

“I don’t know. I remember that it took him a few months.”

“What’s that?” Kurt pointed at the old chest in the corner.

“We kept our treasures there…”

“We?”

“Me and Tommy...the boy I went to the Sadie Hawkins…”

“Oh…”

“There should be blankets but I’m not sure if they are usable.” Blaine opened the cover and retrieved an old Mickey Mouse blanket.

“Well, it seems to be okay.” He laid it out on the floor and motioned Kurt to sit down before handing him a bowl with salad and a fork.

“Thank you.” Kurt smiled at him.

“I haven’t been here in years…”

“Why not? It’s awesome.”

“It was mine and Tommy’s shelter...after he stopped being friends with me I didn’t have a reason to come here.”

“Did you share your secrets here?”

“We did…”

“You can share it with me if you want to…”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were elected prom queen your junior year?” Blaine blurted out of the blue.

“Wh-What?”

“Finn told me, Kurt. Yesterday. Why did you keep that from me?”

“Because it’s not important.”

“It is important! It’s something that happened to you so it is important for me! I feel like you deliberately keep some things from me and while I can’t force you to tell me, I still think that we are close enough to know that kind of stuff about each other. I’m not a porcelain doll, Kurt. I’m not going to break if you tell me how cruel people can be!”

“Why are you so upset about it?”

“Because I feel like a charity case, Kurt! I feel like this friendship is one-sided help! I have so many issues and I know I can come to you for help but I can’t give you anything back because you won’t do the same!”

“Blaine, you can’t help me with something that happened years ago.”

“I know I can’t. But if you don’t want to tell me about what happened to you in the past, you probably won’t tell me about your present issues as well. So what is this Kurt? What am I to you? I thought we were friends but after what I found out yesterday it seems that I consider you a friend and trust you endlessly but it’s not reciprocated.”

“What did Finn tell you?” Kurt asked warily.

“Everything he knows!” Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “And you know what? I’m still here. I didn’t change. I didn’t break down so your stupid excuse of protecting me from seeing how bad people can be is not going to cut it this time!” 

“It wasn’t a stupid excuse. I really didn’t want you to think that people aren’t the way you expect them to be…”

“That’s a bullshit, Kurt! You could have told me! You should...”

“I TOLD YOU!” Kurt cut in. “I told you more than I’ve EVER told anyone. I told you about my mom, I took you to her grave. I told you about my younger self, about my dreams and hopes. I told you as much about bullying as I dared to so don’t you try to tell me that your friendship means nothing to me because it means...YOU mean the world to me, Blaine.”

“So why do you keep so many secrets?”

“Because I’m afraid that you’d change your mind about me if you knew everything. I can’t tell you everything without mentioning my own faults and I know I wouldn’t be able to...You’d be disappointed with me even more than you are now.” Blaine shook his head at Kurt’s words.

“See, you are doing it again. Keeping secrets, speaking in riddles…”

“I didn’t go to prom. Our glee club teacher made us sing there but I got excused because I pretended to be sick. I...I didn‘t face the humiliation on the spot. Finn and Rachel told me as sensitively as it was possible and I had time to recover before I went to school. It wasn’t that bad actually. For most of the kids it was yesterday news so I didn’t get a lot of crap...Dave did though.”

“Who’s Dave?”

“The football player who kissed me. He won prom king and his teammates were teasing him. He didn’t take it well. He apologized at the end of the year to me...He transferred schools.”

“It’s not your fault he had to transfer schools.” Blaine interrupted him once again.

“I know. Just listen, ok? I saw him occasionally at Scandals. We talked a bit, I was polite and he was decent. He tried to figure everything out and I could have done more but I didn’t. When Valentine’s Day was coming, I was frustrated. I was alone while my friends were in relationships and...Well, I was bitchy more than usual. Then I got a card from a secret admirer. And another one the next day. I got flowers and chocolates and for a while I thought it was some kind of twisted plan from the glee club to help me but as it turned out, it wasn’t. The last card I got was an invitation for a date at Breadsticks. I went, of course, because I was really curious...Dave showed up. He told me he thought he was in love with me. I let him down. gently...or I hope it was gently. I said we could be friends but that’s it. He took it seriously, even though for me it was just a figure of speech. He called me, I didn’t answer, he texted me, I didn’t respond. I was having an upper hand and I was enjoying it. He’d made my life a living hell and I really didn’t feel like being BFFs all of a sudden . I should have given him a chance…” Kurt objected.

“I’m pretty sure he was okay, Kurt. Don’t bring yourself down for it.”

“He attempted a suicide.” Kurt whispered. “He tried to call me, to talk to me and I was blind and stupid. He had no one to talk to after they’d outed him at his new school. Someone saw us in Breadsticks on Valentine’s Day. He was forced out of the closet and I was responsible for it.”

“No, you weren’t! Kurt, look at me.” Kurt raised his eyes from the floor and met Blaine’s concerned ones. “None of it was your fault. You didn’t out him.”

“I should have picked up the phone, Blaine! If his dad hadn’t come home from work early that day, Dave would have been dead!”

“Kurt, it was his choice. You didn’t tell him to do it. You didn’t encourage him. He had enough and he probably felt like it was the best option for him. You can’t blame yourself for it.”

“You would have befriended him, Blaine...If it had been you, you would have become friends  with him…”

“Maybe yes, maybe not.”

“You are the sweetest person I know, Blaine. Of course you would.”

“I was raised in a gilded cage. Had I faced the reality the way you’d been through I wouldn’t be the same person I am now…You were a victim, Kurt. Don’t make yourself a bad guy.”

“It was all for that stupid prom. If we hadn’t been elected prom king and queen, nothing of it would have happened.”

“He needed to come to terms with himself. There could be something else to push him to the edge.” Kurt nodded and ate his salad in silence. It was the first time he’d told someone about Dave. He’d been feeling responsible for Dave’s suicide attempt for years but he’d kept it buried inside. It was a constant reminder of something bad in him and he hated it. Getting it out and realizing that Blaine still had a faith in him was liberating.

“Do you know what happened to him after that?” Blaine brought Kurt back to Earth with his question.

“His mother didn’t take it well. She thought he could be cured...His dad was great. He was a supporter. He finished his senior year of high school in Columbus where his older brother lived and then he left to California for college. He was a football coach at a high school in San Francisco the last time I talked to him. Engaged to be married. To a man.”

“Wow. You know quite a lot.”

“I visited him while he was in the hospital and we stayed in contact.”

“You’re unbelievable, Kurt.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah, you definitely are.” Blaine laughed and shook his head. “You befriended him after all! I don’t get why you think you are a bad person. He tormented you, hate kissed you and you still became friends with him. You are sweet and caring. There is nothing in this world that could convince me about the opposite.”

“I hope so.” Kurt whispered but Blaine heard it. The mood dropped radically since they climbed into the tree house and Blaine desperately wanted happy and excited Kurt back.

“I guess it’s time for me to share my dreams and secrets now.” He smiled at Kurt and laid down next to his sitting figure. “When we were fourteen we talked about our dream date in here.”

“Hmmm...that’s interesting. What was your dream date?”

“A picnic in the park...I found it soooooo romantic.”

“Have you ever had such a date?”

“No. And since I developed some kind of social phobia I probably won’t have it in the future.”

“Is it still your dream date?”

“It is…”

“My dream date is a classic music concert.”

“What?” Blaine laughed. “A classic music concert?”

“Yeah. When a guy takes you to a classic music concert it means that he isn’t a cultural barbar!”

“I guess you had such a date.” Blaine said with a soft smile. “Adam didn’t seem to be a cultural barbar.”

“Actually, I didn’t.” Kurt admitted. “He doesn’t like classical music and I wasn’t about to force him to go with me.”

“Kurt, you attended a lot of crappy events for him. I think he could have survived one concert.”

“Well, I wanted to be there with someone who would enjoy it as much as I do. Besides, for every event Rachel makes me go to, she owes me. And she likes classics.” Blaine returned to a sitting position, positioning himself crossed legs in front of Kurt.

“What did you get from her for the party we met at?” He asked curiously.

“I’ve never debt her for that one.”

“Why not?”

“Because I got a lot from it for myself…”

“Like what?”

“You know,” Kurt started teasingly. “Nick and Jeff are exceptional friends.”

“Is that so?”

“You’re not a half bad friend yourself…”

“Thanks. But I’m in second place behind them for you...”

“Definitely not second place. You know, there is still Rachel and…” Kurt fell down with a yelp as Blaine flung at him and pinned him to the floor.

“So which place I am at?” Blaine asked firmly with a smirk, ready to tickle Kurt if he wouldn’t like the answer. Kurt just stared at him. Blaine face was so close to his. He could feel Blaine’s breath on his cheek and he knew if he turned his head a little bit their lips…A bird flew inside and startled them. Blaine rolled off of him and watched the confused bird as it was trying to get out.

“That never happened before.” Kurt started to laugh at Blaine’s amusement.

“Don’t laugh at me.” Blaine pouted petulantly and Kurt laughed even harder. When he calmed down, he laid on his side to face the curly haired friend he had feelings for which he wasn’t afraid to admit anymore. Admit to himself, of course.

“There are no places, Blaine. You are the most exceptional friend amongst the exceptional friends.”

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Kurt parked his car in the garage at Blaine’s apartment building. He noticed that Blaine was thoughtful and quiet on the way back from Ohio so the journey wasn’t as fun as it’d been on the way there but Kurt didn’t want to push. A lot had happened. A lot had been told and Kurt himself was confused where their friendship stood right now. There had been moments where Kurt could swear Blaine had been about to kiss him but he never did. Kurt was frustrated but at the same time he was afraid to ask Blaine what was going on.

Blaine took his duffel bag from the trunk and they stayed awkwardly in the middle of the parking lot.

“Well, I guess the trip is over.” Kurt noted, boring his eyes into Blaine’s.

“It is.”

“So, if I remember correctly I promised to go to the club with you...We can go tomorrow or...?”

“I can’t, Kurt. I’m sorry.” Blaine interrupted him. “I rescheduled my recording. I’m starting tomorrow.”

“But you were supposed to be free this week.”

“I know but the sooner I record the album, the sooner it’ll be out.”

“That means I won’t see you for a while.”

“I’ll call you, okay?” Blaine was odd. He wasn’t maintaining  eye contact and he acted like he couldn’t wait to be out of there. Kurt tried to recall if he had done something to him but there was nothing.

“I should go. Thanks for taking me with you.”

“Anytime.” Kurt said disheartened. “Can I get a goodbye hug?”

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Kurt didn’t see Blaine for more than a week and he could honestly say that he was craving his presence. The phone contact was brief and work was the main topic of all of their phone calls. Kurt knew something was wrong, he just couldn’t tell what...that wasn’t entirely the truth. He might have an idea of why Blaine was being distant, yet he decided to ignore it.

He was having beer with Nick and Jeff in their favorite bar that evening. He was looking forward to it since he hadn’t seen them for a while. He also wanted to find out if Blaine was being weird with them too. Maybe Blaine was only caught up in recording...Right?

“Kurt! Kurt! Here!” Jeff shouted at him as soon as he stepped into the bar.

“Hi guys.” Kurt greeted them with a smile and hug.

“We were so happy when we got your text. You must be a busy journalist if you didn’t have time for us while even Blaine still managed to hang out... even though he spends endless hours in the studio.” Kurt froze.

“What?” He asked cautiously, knowing that he wouldn’t like what he was about to hear. “What do you mean?”

“We hung out with him like three times already since you got back from Ohio. Why didn’t you join us? Did you have lot of work?”

“I didn’t. But I didn’t know you were hanging out. No one told me!”

“Blaine said he would let you know!” Jeff defended him and Nick, throwing the guilt fully on Blaine.

“Well, he apparently didn’t.” Kurt sighed brokenly. Blaine’s strange behaviour wasn’t a coincidence. He was sure of it now.

“Kurt? Did you guys have another fight or something?”

“No.” Kurt fervently shook his head. “I mean, he is a bit...reserved right now but I thought it was stress from recording. We don’t talk much. I send him a text every evening to call me when he is done and he always calls but he cuts it short...and he doesn’t call if I don’t remind him to via text…” Nick and Jeff exchanged confused look.

“You sure nothing happened? Because Blaine sends us pictures from the recording studio pretty much daily and he calls us more than once a day. And he became good friends with your brother. They text and Skype often as well...”

“With Finn?!” Kurt didn’t know whether to be shocked, amused or simply angry. His own straight step brother - who had met Blaine like two weeks ago - had more contact with Blaine than he did. Where the hell is justice in that?

“Yeah. Blaine thinks he is a cool guy.” Nick shrugged his shoulder uncertainly. “Kurt, there must be something...Blaine wouldn’t be like this to you if…”

“I almost kissed him.” Kurt cut in. He dropped his head and closed his eyes, trying not to cry because it was clear now. He had pushed too far. “There were those moments in Ohio...like when I was sure Blaine was going to kiss me but it never happened. We always got interrupted by something. And then he was silent on our way back and when we were saying goodbye he said he’d rescheduled his recording. I knew I wasn’t going to see him for a while so I was sad and we hugged. He wrapped his arms around me and he was holding me like he didn’t want to let me go. When he eased his embrace, I leaned forward and he jumped a few steps back and said goodbye pretty quickly. Since then it’s weird between us. I feel stupid. I probably made up everything in my head and none of those signs were real…”

“They were.” Nick and Jeff said in unison.

“You weren’t even there.”

“We were here, Kurt.” Nick explained. “Since the very first day you met we knew it’s going to happen. He’ll come to his senses.”

“Yeah, sooner or later.” Jeff added. “I hope for sooner. Watching you two dance around each other is frustrating.”

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Kurt didn’t text Blaine to remind him to call him the next day. He needed Blaine to call him on his own. He expected a silent treatment for a few days and maybe a call after Blaine would finish recording of his album. He surely didn’t expect getting a call close to midnight when he was a half way to a dreamland.

“H’llo?” He murmured to the speaker, not checking who was calling.

“Kurt? Oh my god! Are you sleeping? I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Kurt’s eyes shot open.

“Blaine?”

“Yes, it’s me. I’m so sorry, Kurt. I just got out of the studio. I didn’t realize how late it is.” Blaine apologized truthfully.

“It’s okay. How was the recording session?”

“It was great but it’s not why I’m calling. I need your help.”

“Sure. What can I do for you?”

“Nick and Jeff’s birthday are the next week. I always throw a party in the penthouse for them but I won’t be able to do it this year. Do you think you could help me with that? I’ll leave you my credit card in my apartment and you can do whatever you want. Order food and drinks and confetti or fireworks, I don’t care. Just please, help me.”

“Of course I’ll help you.”

“Thank you so much. You saved my life. I’ll leave a guest list with the credit card. Do you think we could have it next Friday? Eight p.m.?”

“Will you be able to attend? We can wait until your recording is over.”

“No. I’ll be able to come. Probably sharply at eight but I’ll come. It should be the last day of recording.”

“Okay.”

“Thanks, Kurt. You’re the best. I’ll let you sleep now. Good night.”

“Goodnight, Blaine.”

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Things didn’t get better after that late night phone call. Whereas Kurt tried to involve Blaine into party planning through texts, Blaine responded that he trusted Kurt on this matter and that was as far as their conversations went.

Kurt spent the whole Friday in Blaine’s apartment, doing all the party arrangements. He was accompanied by Rachel who waited for the birthday boys to come so she could sing Happy Birthday to them, give them their gifts and leave because she had an early morning flight to Ohio on Saturday. By the time Blaine got home, the penthouse was full of people. He waved to Kurt but was pulled into a conversation with his old friends so he didn’t even have a chance to say hello. Two hours later Kurt had spoken to every single guest but he didn’t say a word to the host. He caught Blaine looking at him but every time he tried to approach him, Blaine would excuse himself from the group of people he was talking to and moved to another.  

Thank you for doing this. The party is amazing. You’re the best. - B

A text. They were in the same room and he got a fucking text. He stormed out of the room on the terrace to calm down because he really didn’t want to cause a scene although Blaine was pushing his limits right now. Maybe he should have left with Rachel…

“Hi.” A timid voice sounded next to him and Kurt took a deep breath.

“Hi? You do realize it’s been over two hours since you came.” Kurt told Blaine coldly, not sparing him a single glance.

“Kurt? What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?! What’s wrong?! Why don’t YOU tell me what’s wrong!” Kurt yelled at him. “You barely talked to me while you were playing besties with my brother! You asked me for help, yet you wouldn’t even acknowledge my existence tonight! I fucked up, okay? I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you but couldn’t we at least have one fucking conversation about it before you shut me out?!” Kurt’s eyes were flashing fire at him. He was angry and hurt and Blaine himself told him that everybody makes mistakes, so why couldn’t he just forget about Kurt’s moment of weakness and be his adorable friend again? Blaine was blinking at him, evidently surprised at Kurt’s outburst. He opened his mouth but close it immediately.

“Fuck! Just say something!” Kurt screamed but he didn’t get the answer. Blaine surged forward and connected their lips in a rough and needy kiss. As soon as Kurt’s mind caught up with his body, Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s waist and pulled him closer while Blaine put one of his hands that were holding Kurt’s face around his shoulder. They inhaled sharply because it was kind of hard to breathe but Kurt didn’t care. Blaine was kissing him like he couldn’t get enough, his tongue smooth and soft in Kurt’s mouth but still demanding to taste more. Every time Kurt thought the kiss couldn’t get any better, Blaine would change the angle and deepen it even more. And Kurt responded with everything he had because finally he was having Blaine in his arms not just platonically. He was kissing him fiercely and passionately, not sure how long could they continue like this without getting some air to their lungs but he didn’t care about that either. What was the point of oxygen anyway when Blaine was such a great kisser? What was the point of being two when clearly they wanted to melt into each other right now? When Kurt felt that he was probably going to pass out, Blaine detached his lips from Kurt’s mouth and attacked his jawline and neck. He was kissing and licking, nibbling and sucking, forcing Kurt to fist his hand that was holding onto Blaine’s shirt, untucking it from his pants. The fingers of Kurt’s other hand that had been resting on Blaine’s waist until now brushed the skin of his lower back and that was the moment when Blaine froze.