What kind of outfit did one where when asking the man of their dreams if they felt the same way? Something flashy and memerable? Or maybe something bland so as to not distract said man from the importance of the conversation?

Oh, who am I kidding? I don't have any bland clothes.

I striped off my shirt and put it in my laundry basket, hating myself momentarily for the amount of clothes I had. It wasn't easy picking outfits when the options were endless.

A knock on my door made me jump slightly. "Who is it?" I called, knowing it was probably Blaine.

"It's me." Ding ding ding, we have a winner! Shit, I needed a shirt.

In my momentary panick of having only a few seconds to pick a shirt I yelled out, "Come in!"

I cursed myself for not locking the door and turned my back to Blaine, groping in my closet for a shirt, any shirt, just something. I pulled one off it's hanger, not taking the normal care I would with my clothes, not caring right now if I stretched the shoulder.

"Hey," Blaine said from behind me.

"Sorry, just a second." I said, not turning until the long graphic t-shirt I pulled out of my closet was over my head.

I turned to face Blaine and was probably more shocked than he was when he walked in on me without a shirt on.

Blaine was fully clothed, but really, what he was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination. His hair was damp and not gelled to perfection and his tight white shirt... The boy worked out, there was no doubt about that. Each and every ab muscle was clearly outlined. He must have still been wet when he got dressed because a majority of the shirt was see-through.

"You said you wanted to talk to me?" Blaine spoke, making me blush. I'd just been very clearly checking out his glorious body through his shirt.

"Oh, yeah. Sit." I said, gesturing at my bed. "I mean, if you want to."

I was going to stay standing. No way was I going to be able to sit still and tell Blaine what I needed to.

Blaine sat, looking confused and extremely adorable. If he wasn't so freaking attractive maybe this wouldn't be a problem. Well, actually, it still would be. Blaine wasn't just gorgoues, no, he also had to be perfect, sweet, amazing.

If I didn't love the man I'd probably hate him for being so great.

"Are you okay?" He asked me and I paused, realizing I'd been pacing.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just-- I need to think of how to say this."

"Take your time." Blaine told me, leaning back on his elbows, which really wasn't helping my case.

"I like you." I blurted finally. "You remember that moment, when we first met,on those stupid stairs? I knew it then, and it's only gotten worse. And we spend so much time together, and we act like friends, but Blaine, I don't-- I can't be friends with you without wishing we could be something more."

"Kurt--,"

"No, Blaine, let me finish. I realize that I'm probably just some kid that you felt the need to protect, to take under your wing. And that you could probably never return these feelings because you are way out of my league, but I just... I feel like I'm lying to you whenever we just blow off the flirting as if it doesn't mean anything." Blaine was looking up at me, those incredible eyes of his filled with something I couldn't place. "Because to me, it means something, Blaine. And it always will."

I stopped, finally done getting it all off my chest. I looked at Blaine, waiting for him to say something.

He took a deep breath and let it out before standing up. "Are you finished?" He asked, and I felt my heart drop into my stumach. I just nodded.

Blaine reached out and brushed a strand of hair off my forehead, touching me so gently I almost couldn't feel his fingers. "You are so beautiful when you're nervous, has anyone ever told you that?"

"N-no." I stuttered, shaken at his proximaty, at the small space between his lips and mine.
He moved closer to me and I backed up a step. "And when you sing, it makes me feel something. Not a lot of people can do that, touch someone with their voice. You do that, Kurt."

Again, he stepped forwards, and again I stepped back. "And that first time we met on those 'stupid stairs'? Ever since then I couldn't stop thinking how lucky I was that I was the one who turned to you, that I was the one you spoke to."

We did the little step, step move again and my back hit the doors to my closet. Blaine moved closer still, and we were pressed together, the heat of his body warming me. "I don't think you're just some stupid kid, Kurt. I don't think you're anything less than perfect."

Blaines lips pressed against mine with the urgancy of someone on their death bed. It was as if he only had one minute left on this Earth and he needed to kiss me enough to make up for years of missed time.

Blaine pulled back for a second. "Kurt, I--,"

I shook my head and kissed him again. "Not right now, Blaine." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

Blaine grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into them through my shirt, pulling me harder against him. This time I pulled away, unable to keep my words to myself. "Blaine?"

Blaine, undeterred, moved his lips from mine to my neck, leaving me unable to process thoughts. "Mm?"

"Can we-- can we promise to talk to each other next time instead of just bottling up our feelings?"

Blaine pulled away and let out a low chuckle. "Promise." He said, sealing his words with a final kiss.