Gripping the box of pink hair dye in his hand and knocking on the front door of—his boyfriend? he didn't know, what were they?—Kurt's house, he took in all the beautiful surroundings, from the perfectly planted flowers that were just at the tip of their blossom to the way the concrete was placed diaganally across the steps he was standing hastly on, wondering if this was actually a good idea, he hadn't really spoken to Kurt much after their kiss, or kisses, loads and loads of kisses, kisses, what if Kurt didn't want a relationship with Blaine?

No. No, Kurt wouldn't have kissed him back if he didn't want to be in a relationship with him.

But what if he felt pressured into kissing him back? He probably thought the kiss was a mistake and isnt answering his door because he hates Blaine and never wants to see him again.

What if Kurt gave Blaine the wrong address when he texted him it, and actually an axe murderer lives here and he's about to get stabbed, with an axe.

Wow positive thoughts, Blaine, he internally snapped.

Too late, the door was opening and Blaine's heart immedietly went thump in his chest from the sight standing before him, with ruffled up hair and in a baggy blue hoodie that read 'The Midnight Beast' over the front in black writing—i've heard of that band, Blaine noted—paired with matching pajama bottoms with the same words written on the side, the waistband had wridden down exposing Kurt's hipbones which, yep, have bruises from where Blaine's fingers were gripping too tightly when they were making out yesterday.

"You're drooling, Babe," Kurt remarked, bringing Blaine back into reality with a smirk on his face.

"Babe? Well, that's new," Blaine laughed as he brought the pink dye box from behind his back and up to Kurt's face, grinning broadly, "I got this for you."

"Oh!" Kurt's face shot up in suprise, "Wow, I—cool, thanks, Blaine, do you want to like.. come in?"

"This your nan's house?" Blaine asked, to which Kurt smiled, "yeah."

Nodding and stepping inside Blaine plopped the box down onto the counter and turned around to look at the gorgeous sight beside him, "so you like The Midnight Beast?"

"Blaine Anderson," Kurt mock gasped, "if this relationship is going to work you must know everything about me."

"R-relationship?" Blaine stuttered, heart thumping wildly, because relationship with Kurt Hummel? Finally.

Oh right, Kurt thought, we aren't exactly official yet.

"Y-yeah—I just thought s-since a—at Regionals we," Kurt coughed out, "um—"

Taking a step forward and cupping Kurt's face in his hand—just because he could—and gently pressed their lips together in a sweet kiss that left them breathless and wanting more.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips, and leaning into kiss him again with more passion.

"God yes, Kurt," Blaine replied as he dipped his tongue into his boyfriend's—oh god, boyfriend's—mouth.

Yes, the relationship did feel rushed, but yes, it was absolutely wonderful and neither of them regretted any of it.

"How slow are we gunna take this?" Kurt asked, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck to deepen the kiss even more.

"I—hnng," Blaine groaned as Kurt bit down onto his lip, "whatever you want."

"I've never had a boyfriend before and I'm a virgin," Kurt admitted, letting go of Blaine's lips, giggling to himself then pouted when Blaine gave him a look as to why are you telling me this Kurt, "but I'm very well educated in sex."

"Don't worry," Blaine smiled and placed another small kiss to the corner of Kurt's mouth, "I'm a virgin too."

"Okay," Kurt half-laughed half-breathed out, grabbing the hair dye from the table, "let's dye my hair."

"Blaine, you're getting it everywhere!" Kurt shreaked as a small trail of bright pink hair dye trickled down his face, "and ohmygod, I don't want my hair that bright!"

Bursting out into a fit of giggles because Kurt looked so cute and adorable and he really shouldn't look like that in this sate, "Blaine! This isn't funny, s-stop looking at me like tha—Blaine!"

"Sorry, but you just look so hilarious right now, oh god, let me get my phone, this needs t—"

"Take a picture of me and you're dead, Anderson," Kurt whipped, flipping him off quickly.

"Aww, Kurtsie, don't worry baby, I won't be that mean to you," Blaine cooed sarcastically, kissing his cheek gently.

"I have a feeling I wont get used to this," Kurt laughed, smiling when Blaine kissed his cheek.

"Get used to what?"

"This. Us. You kissing me, it's all so weird and odd," He admitted, trying to wipe some of the dye that was running down his face off with his finger.

"I told you, I love you," Blaine said, worrying his lip between his teeth.

"Good."

"Do you feel loved yet?" Blaine asked, smiling and running his hands gently through Kurt's sticky pink fringe.

"A little," Kurt whispered, wiping his finger on some tissue.

"Sorry didn't quite catch that."

"A little," Kurt whispered again, blushing.

"Hmm, no, couldn't quite hear that," Blaine teased.

"Yes!" Kurt screamed, "yes, yes, Blaine Anderson, you make me feel loved and wanted and amazing, so yes, for god sake," he breathed out, "yes."

"..Sorry, repeat that for me again?" Blaine giggled, pearly teeth on show.

"Jerk," Kurt hissed, flicking some dye towards his boyfriend.

"Do you want me to dye your fringe, or not?" Blaine asked, stepping backwards with a small smirk plastered on his face.

"Blainee," Kurt whined, "please dye my hair."

"Well since you asked so nicely," He said, "only if you kiss me, first."

"Come here then," Kurt said, his finger making a 'come hither' motion.

Blaine moved over to where Kurt was sat on the kitchen stool and dipped his head down to Kurt, lips an inch apart.

"I'm here," Blaine whispered, breath tingling against Kurt's mouth.

Kurt didn't need to be told twice, he pressed his slightly parted mouth to Blaine and once again, he saw fireworks.

Their mouths moulded perfectly against eachothers.

Blaine sucked in a breath when Kurt started to nibble on his bottom lip, which was obviously a distraction to what Kurt was about to do next.

Kurt reached up to his hair, brought a small amount of hair dye off and smudged it along the front of Blaine's hair, and pushing it back, making it mix with the black hair.

"Kurt!" Blaine shreaked, jumping back from their kiss, "you made my hair pink."

Kurt bit his bottom lip, "mhm."

"I hate you," Blaine laughed as he went in for another kiss.

"No you don't," Kurt breathed out, "you told me you love me."

"And I do," Blaine smiled sweetly.