"So, this is your room?" Blaine asked as he stepped down some steps and into a room (maybe a basement?) behind Kurt, who was using his cane to maneuver down the stairs and into the room. He looked around the room and noticed just how clean and organized everything is. The white shelves were home to many magazines and movies, a stereo, with a collection of CD's varying from classic rock, to blues and jazz. One wall was covered with Playbills from Broadway shows consisting of Wicked, The Lion King, The Wizard of Oz, and Next to Normal. He looked over to Kurt's bed and saw a big, fuzzy, maroon blanket folded neatly at the end, and thought just how many times Kurt folded it until he thought it was just right.

Kurt hummed a response and shuffled over to his vanity area. Blaine noticed an array of moisturizing bottles and stole a look at Kurt's face. He noticed—not for the first time—just how smooth his skin looked, and in that moment, all he wanted to do was reach out and stroke Kurt's cheek, and have his lips against his, and have his fingers running through Kurt's sandy brown hair—

"I've been working on a new piece, if you'd like to hear it." Blaine turned to look at Kurt, who was now sitting down on a stool in the corner of the room, nearest the Television, with his violin case opened on his lap, his cane leaning against the wall next to him.

Blaine nodded and chuckled. "Of course," How could he say no when Kurt was looking his way, with a smile like that on his face? "I'd love too."

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Kurt took a deep breath and brought the violin up to his neck, pulled the bow back, and started playing. He threw himself into the music he was producing and he smiled to himself. He moved the bow back and forth across the strings, and moved his fingers accordingly to the notes. When he reached the climax of the song he stomped his foot against the foot rest on the stool and smiled even wider than he had been before. Moving the bow back and forth, the song coming to a close, he wished he could see the look on Blaine's face. Just once, he wished he could see Blaine, see just how beautiful he looks, and match a face with the voice he hears almost every day. A face he wants to see more than anything else.

Before he knew it, the song had come to a close and he had moved his violin away from the crook of his neck. A single tear slid down his cheek, and he could feel the lump forming in the back of his throat. Carefully, he placed his prize possession back into the case and closed it. Slowly, he stood up from the stool he had been sitting on and placed his violin back on the stool. He brought his hand up to his face to wipe the tear off, and he chuckled to himself.

"Sorry, I don't usually get emotional like this."

And, Kurt was telling the truth. The only other time he had cried after a performance was the first one he did for his dad after he lost his vision. His father had cried, too. But, this time Kurt wasn't sure why he was crying. Or, maybe he did know, but didn't know how to come to terms with it.

Blaine walked over to Kurt and put his hand on his shoulder. "Don't apologize. That was beautiful, Kurt."

A smile spread across Kurt's face and it hurt Blaine's heart to see Kurt look so happy about something he had said. Something, Blaine was sure, Kurt had heard multiple times before due to his talent. Kurt felt heat rising up the back of his neck and he turned in the direction he knew Blaine was. "Thank you." Was all he could manage due to the lump that had formed in his throat, once again.

Kurt took a timid step forward and found Blaine's shoulders with his own hands. The smile disappeared from Kurt's face and a look of determination took its place. He slowly slid his hands higher, landing them on Blaine's neck. Kurt could feel the heat radiating from Blaine, and that in itself made him smile, his lips just picking up at the corners a tiny bit.

They stood there, just like that, for what felt like days to Kurt. With his hands sitting gently against Blaine's warm, soft skin. Blaine carefully lifted his right hand and cupped Kurt's silky smooth cheek in his hand. Kurt tilted his head right, as did Blaine, and before both of them knew it, their lips were touching. Just a light brush at first, but both of them felt dizzy when they pulled back. Blaine let out a nervous laugh, and leaned back in, tilting his head upwards due to the height difference.

Their lips moved simultaneously with each other's. Kurt's hands never left Blaine's neck, and his thumb was tracing circles on his skin. Blaine now had two hands cupping Kurt's face, and both of their minds were reeling. Fireworks were going off, or so it seemed, and Kurt thought he was going to faint because, to him, it was all too perfect. He pulled back, feeling dizzy, and his thoughts jumbled together. He couldn't form words with his lips, the lips that had just been moving with Blaine's. The same Blaine who he thought he had no chance with.

Kurt let a smile stretch across his face and he felt his heart quicken in his chest. He felt Blaine lace their fingers together and he tried not to blush, but failed when he felt the heat rising quickly to his cheeks. The cheeks Blaine had just had both of his calloused, yet soft, manly hands on moments before. He let out a nervous laugh, and Blaine followed suit. Kurt looked at Blaine and said, "That was... amazing." Then, he mentally slapped himself at how cheesy and corny he just sounded.

Kurt all of a sudden felt vulnerable and the need to build up every wall he had worked so hard to keep up back in its rightful place—surrounding him with no cracks in the foundation.

Blaine replied with, "Yeah…"

Kurt was thrown back by how dreamy his voice sounded, and all he wanted to do was lean back in and have his lips against Blaine's once again, not ever having to pull back. Sadly, he realized by doing that, his walls would be turned to dust and he would have to completely open himself up to Blaine Anderson, and he wasn't ready for that. Thinking about it, he wondered if he'd ever be ready to confide in anyone the full truth about anything. He wondered if he'd ever be able to make those walls he'd so desperately built up around him crumple to the ground.

With their fingers still interlaced with each other's, Kurt laid his head on Blaine's shoulder. A simple gesture, one that would allow the walls to remain intact, but one that sent both Blaine and Kurt's heart thumping wildly in their chests.

They sat there in empty silence, comfortable with each other and the positions they were in. Blaine felt his phone buzzing in his pocket and he pulled it out with his free hand. He clicked in the little envelope that read the name Cooper beside to open up his message.

Blaine, I know I sound like dad, but you need to get home. It's ten. –Coop

He sighed and stood up, beckoning Kurt to follow him. Kurt looked at him, his brows knitted together in confusion. "What are you doing?"

"Cooper, my brother, just texted me telling me I have to come home." He explained, rubbing his thumb across Kurt's knuckles, wanting nothing more than to press a simple kiss to them, and then one on Kurt's pink lips.

Kurt's angelic voice interrupted his thoughts. "Is it really that late?" He asked. Blaine noticed the light color of pink that tinted his cheeks, and he bowed his head, obviously trying to hide his embarrassment. Blaine himself had to fight the urge to tell him how adorable he looked right now to keep from embarrassing himself.

"Yeah, it is. Thanks for—um—having me over." This time he couldn't help the light pink that shaded his cheeks.

"Of course." Kurt said. "Do you think you could grab my cane for me? So I can walk you to your car?"

Blaine nodded his head eagerly and strode over to where the cane was resting against the cream colored walls. He grabbed it and handed it to Kurt who had followed him. Kurt gave Blaine a simple thanks and started walking towards the door to his bedroom (which was, in fact a basement, Blaine presumed). They walked in silence up the stairs and pass Burt, who was watching a football game, all the way to the front door. Every so often their fingers would brush against one another's and they would both turn in each other's direction and smile, a blush on both of their cheeks.

Once they were outside on the front porch they both wrapped their arms around their own bodies due to the chill from the snow that was falling slowly onto the ground.

Blaine decided to break the silence, "Thanks again, Kurt. Dinner was amazing and I had a great time with you." As always, he wanted to add.

Kurt let out a shaky breath and a nervous laugh before he replied to Blaine with, "I had a great time, too." He smiled down at Blaine and Blaine felt as if his heart stopped beating for a few seconds. He noticed the way the moonlight cast shadows across his features and made his hair look lighter and he thought then and there, he'd never seen Kurt look so beautiful.

It happened at the same time. They both couldn't fight it anymore. They had to feel each other's lips against their own once more before the night was over. Once their lips were touching and moving with each other's Blaine let a smile take over his features. Kurt let the same thing happened and he pulled back laughing.

"Goodnight Blaine,"

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and said, "Goodnight Kurt," He leaned in and pressed a simple kiss to Kurt's cheek and walked over to his car.

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After entering the house and walking through the living room, pass Burt ("Do you wanna watch the rest of the game with me kiddo?" "No thanks dad, I'm tired.") and, with his cane leading the way, down the stairs and into his bedroom, he slowly and carefully peeled his clothes off of his body and changed into his silk pajamas he enjoys wearing when it's snowing outside. After putting his cane together and setting it on his nightstand, he felt around on the wall beside his bed for the light switch, and once he'd found it, he flipped it down and crawled into bed, grabbing for his fur comforter that had been so neatly folded at the end of his Queen sized bed.

His head hit the pillow, and the blanket was wrapped around him up to his chin before he let what happened with Blaine finally replay over in his head.

Stop fooling yourself, Kurt, he thought to himself as he moved around on his bed in an attempt to get comfortable, you like Blaine, and no matter what walls you have put up, you know he's going to be the one to break them down.

And, with that thought now on repeat in his mind, he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.