Kurt was sitting on top of the dining room table, amidst a sea of pictures.  Blaine couldn’t help but smile at his intense facial expressions; he looked so cute.  Looking down at what they had come up with so far was uplifting, but also disheartening at the same time.  Kurt’s baby pictures were clearly lined up at the top of the table and in directly in front of Kurt were his High School pictures.  There were ones with Mercedes, some with Finn (which Blaine noted, had Kurt staring at him, noting that he was probably still madly in love in his mind, but he didn’t say anything), and some with the whole Glee club.  Kurt was creating a timeline for these pictures based on his hair.  Throughout his high school days, it became progressively more beautiful. The occasional words were spoken: “Man, some of these are really good!” and “I look amazing!” as well as “I can’t believe I wore that!”

Blaine was having so much fun and Kurt was visibly becoming more relaxed, laughing his cute little chuckle, showing his teeth, when he would try to explain what was happening right before a picture was taken.  Blaine, of course, already knew the stories, but he loved seeing Kurt this happy again and didn’t want to stop him at all.  As the pictures began to show more and more of his time at McKinley, Kurt’s smile began to falter.  Blaine could tell he was beginning to reminisce of the hurtful times he had during school: the bullying, the unrequited love, and the idea of being a social pariah.  Sipping on the coffee that he had brewed for the two of them, Blaine leaned closer and placed his hand on Kurt’s back to comfort him.  For the first time in the last couple days, Kurt didn’t flinch away.  His head was hung low and Blaine could tell by the way that he was breathing, that he was quietly crying.  Blaine rubbed his hand up and down his back, comforting him and quietly humming the tune to a song Kurt didn’t know.  Kurt looked over at Blaine and wiped his tears away.

“Thank you, I’m sorry for crying.  This seems to be something I do often, I thought I’d grow out of it by now.”

Blaine laughed. “You have, but I guess we are just going to have to work on it again.  Maybe, since we’ve done it once before, we can put you on the accelerated program.” Kurt smiled softly at this and lightly laughed.  He turned back to the pictures.

“Ok… so I think the last thing I remember was… Le Jazz Hot, after being turned down to singing a duet with Sam Evans. Did he ever come out?” Blaine laughed loudly.

“No, he actually married Mercedes.”

“Oh my God! What? Are you serious? Did I go? When did that happen?”

“Calm down, of course you were there, you were a bridesmaid.” He saw Kurt give him a horrified look and quickly followed up with, “You, of course, wore a suit that matched the other bridesmaids.” Kurt sighed and they both laughed together at that. “It only happened a couple months ago, actually.”  Kurt looked pained.  Blaine could tell that he was frustrated that he didn’t remember either of his two best friend’s weddings, but there wasn’t really much he could do.  He decided to move on with the conversation.

“We didn’t meet too long after this, actually.  You were sent to spy on my glee club by the boys and that’s when we met.  You stuck out like a sore thumb.  Honestly, I think it might have been a couple weeks at most?”  Blaine was quite astonished at the close timeline with which Kurt’s memory and their meeting fell.  “You decided to transfer to Dalton with me and we became pretty much inseparable after that.  It was nice.”

“Wow… So we’ve been together a long time then?  What is that? Almost 4 years?  Were you my first kiss then? Because if we were that close to meeting, I’m sure I didn’t meet someone in between that time.”  Blaine froze.  He didn’t know what he should do.  He knew that Karofsky had stolen his first kiss and that it had traumatized him, but the two had become friends not too long after that, his senior year.  He wasn’t sure what the repercussions would be if he told him, but he figured that it was probably necessary.  He didn’t want to lie to Kurt.  When he pulled out of his inner thoughts, he noticed that Kurt was staring at him expectantly.

“Kurt, will you come join me on the couch?  I have something I want to tell you.” Kurt looked confused, but followed Blaine.  He took in a deep breath before looking into Kurt’s eyes. “I was, umm… your second kiss… Your first kiss wasn’t something you wanted, but it happened anyways. Karofsky, um…” Kurt’s eyes looked fearful, as though he knew what was coming next, but didn’t want to believe it. “He kissed you one day after you followed him to stand up to him.” Kurt choked out a sob and covered him mouth. “I’m so sorry, Kurt.”  Blaine moved forward to try and bring Kurt into a tight embrace, who just sat straight as a board, rather than collapse into the hug.  Blaine hated the look of disgust and fear that was clearly evident on Kurt’s face and wondered if he had done the wrong thing by telling him.  Kurt’s crying eventually began to subside and he moved slowly out of Blaine’s arms.

“So Karofsky… he liked me?”

“Yes.”

“But he doesn’t anymore.”

“Correct.” Blaine sat quietly as Kurt mulled things over in his head.  He waited patiently, for what honestly had to be about 5 minutes, smiling softly when Kurt looked back up at him. 

“I don’t remember what it feels like…”

“What what feels like?”

“To kiss… a boy?” Kurt looked back up at Blaine cautiously.  Blaine breath caught in his throat.  Was that an invitation?  He thought it wouldn’t hurt to at least try.  He very slowly scooted closer to Kurt, who didn’t move away and he brought his hand cautiously up to his cheek.  Kurt looked slightly terrified, but as soon as he felt Blaine’s hand, his face calmed and his eyes moved to Blaine’s lips.  Blaine leaned closer and closer, pausing right where his lips ghosted over Kurt’s and closed the distance.  Kurt breathed a sharp intake and melted into the kiss.  Blaine moved his head to the side in order to deepen the kiss and reveled in the taste of Kurt’s lips.  Even though it had only been a couple days, he missed it so much.  Much too quickly, the kiss was over, Kurt pulling back.  Blaine opened his eyes that had apparently shut during the kiss and looked lovingly at him.  There was only the look of surprise and what Blaine understood as giddiness in Kurt’s eyes.

“Thank you.” Kurt whispered. “I think I like doing that.  Can I be glad that I don’t remember my first kiss now, since I feel like that was probably much better?” Blaine laughed quietly and nodded, continuing to look at Kurt.

“Can I kiss you again, Kurt?”  Kurt looked at Blaine, seemingly thinking of how to respond, before moving much more quickly than before to capture Blaine’s lips. Blaine grabbed tightly onto Kurt, surprised by his forwardness, but quickly wrapped his mind around the situation and eagerly accepted it.  He opened his mouth a little in order to let Kurt’s tongue roam, but he felt nothing happening.  He quickly understood that Kurt really had no idea what he was doing, as this was his first kiss all over again and tentatively pushed his tongue against Kurt’s lips.  He heard him gasp a little and felt his lips part.  Taking advantage of the situation, he dove his tongue into Kurt’s mouth and tasted Kurt.  He loved it.  He could tell Kurt was thoroughly enjoying the new sensation by the little whimpers coming from his throat.  They continued to kiss in this fashion for quite some time, before breaking to look at each other.  Kurt looked completely blissed out of his mind, just staring at Blaine.

“Wow. I really like doing that.  I’m sorry I was so forward.”

“No, really, it’s fine with me. I’ve really missed doing that with you.  I hope that’s ok.”

“Yeah… yeah, it’s fine.  I’m kind of confused a little at what my body is doing, it scares me, but I think I like it.”  Kurt pushed himself off of the couch and moved into the kitchen, Blaine following behind him.  Kurt paused and smiled when he saw the bouquet of roses that Blaine had bought earlier and turned.

“Who are those for?”

“Oh… I uh got them for you when I came home from work today.  I was kind of panicking for a while and forgot about them.  I know you like red and yellow roses, so I figured they would maybe brighten your day up?” Kurt picked up the flowers and smelled them, smiling to himself.

“Where do you- we keep the vases?” Blaine pointed to the cabinet under the sink and Kurt began to fill one with water, before cutting the bottoms of the stems and placing them in the vase.  “Very pretty.”  He then turned and placed the vase on the island.  He stared at them for a minute or two before speaking up again. “Do you remember that song you were humming earlier? You know, when we were looking at the pictures?” Blaine nodded. “What was that?”

“Oh, that was a song called “Perfect”.  It’s one of our favorites; we sing it in the car to each other.”

“It sounded pretty.  You sing a lot?”

“Uh, yeah actually.  I perform sometimes at the coffee shop and have a few singing gigs around town.  It’s one of the most requested songs I do.”

“Wow, I guess I don’t really know much about what you do and you seem to know everything about me. When are you going to sing next?”

“I’ll be doing one tomorrow night uptown, actually. Would… would you come? You’re my good luck charm.  You come to pretty much every performance.”

“I’d like that.”  Blaine smiled at the answer.  He liked how quickly they were getting back to the way they were before.  He looked up at the clock on the wall, which read 12:30am. “Holy crap, it’s late.  You should probably go to bed.  Maybe I can show you around campus tomorrow, where you’re practicing for your performance?  I know we can probably figure out then whether you want to go on with it, or have Ben take your spot… Ben is your understudy, just fyi.”

“Yeah, let’s do that.” He yawned and looked at Blaine.  He was glad to see him happy. “Well, I guess this is goodnight then?”  Blaine nodded, understanding that the couch was going to be his home for a little while. “Do you think you could wear sweatpants to bed tonight so I don’t have a scare in the morning again?” Blaine laughed and nodded.  He went into his bedroom and grabbed some pajamas and walked back out into the living room.  Kurt stood waiting for him, holding his hands together. “Do you normally give me a goodnight kiss?”

“I do.” Blaine answered and quickly moved flush against him, cupping his face and placing a chaste kiss against his lips.  “Goodnight, Kurt.  Sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams to you, too, Blaine.”  Kurt then moved around him and went into the bedroom, glancing back at him, seeing his bare back, as he was undressing for bed.  Blushing furiously, he turned back around and shut the door quietly.

 I can do this.