There was no doubt about it.

He was in love.

He didn't care that he'd royally fucked up during their last encounter. He didn't care that he'd barely known him for a week. He didn't care that it seemed as though Kurt hated him, and he probably did. He didn't care about his horrible track record with other men. He didn't care that he was Rachel's best friend.

All he cared about was the fact the he was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

But there were many, many problems that were attached to him being head over heels for Kurt. He knew Kurt hated him and although he had been the one to initiate the heated make out session, he didn't exactly think he'd been let off the hook. Kurt had vanished after pulling away before things went too far, and Blaine hadn't seen him since. Blaine knew Kurt felt guilty for what he had done; Blaine could see it written all over his face, how out of character it truly was for him. He had looked everywhere, but he was nowhere to be found. The only thought that crossed his mind now was that he had chased another one away, and it cut deeper than it had ever before.

"My easy going nature is being sorely fucking tested," Blaine mumbled to himself. He rolled his eyes and turned his head as another person walked into the apartment. Sure, he and Santana had friends, especially all of Santana's glee club friends from high school, but with this many people coming in and out, he was starting to think it was the goddamn San Diego Zoo. And this person was not one he recognized at first glance - an absolutely beautiful man dressed in something outrageous, a long coat with numerous buttons and with boots so high he thought he might trip.

The person didn't even bother to look at him or say anything as they sauntered away, sinking down into the couch next to Rachel. He thought it was odd for this complete stranger to have such ease and grace in an unknown place, but he simply shrugged. He watched them closely as they giggled and admired each other, Rachel reaching up to touch his hair.

And then it hit him.

Kurt.

Kurt?!

Yeah, that would be Kurt.

His jaw dropped, and he just sat there, soaking up his newfound knowledge. It all made sense now, how Kurt was so fashionably dressed; the polar opposite of the simple outfit he'd been wearing the day of their date and he wanted to give himself a swift kick in the nuts for his stupidity. If he had only known...

As Kurt stood up, presumably to use the bathroom - although Blaine was fishing - Blaine made his way toward Rachel. There was no way he was going to let this slide; confront the bastard.

Or better yet, the bastard's best friend.

"Rachel, come here now," Blaine ground out urgently, jerking his head in the direction of the kitchen.

Once they were in the kitchen, Rachel gave him an appalled look. "What do you want, Blaine?"

Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Of all the situations you've ever put me in, he - Kurt dresses like that?"

"Yes, Kurt has always been the cornerstone of high fashion, Blaine.  You should have seen him back in Lima, he was always setting new trends and getting these deals on clothes no one could ever afford and now he has this fantastic job at Vogue," Rachel laughed at the bewildered look on Blaine's face. "Have you ever dated someone like Kurt?"

"Uh... I've never sucked face with one!"

"You did not."

"Yeah."

"You did not!"

He nodded.

"You sucked face with him?" Rachel started clapping and jumping up and down. "Blaine, that's great!"

"Rachel, how could you not have told me about this?"

"Well, because I didn't know. I didn't know, I swear to God, that I would have to coach you on the things to say during a date. I mean, making fun of Kurt's taste in fashion without actually knowing beforehand? You never insult Kurt's sense of fashion. You just don't, if you want to live."

Blaine glared at her. "You are the worst friend ever. You're lucky being a good friend is not a requirement for Broadway."

Blaine found Kurt sitting in his room moments later, gazing at his belongings with a drink in hand, one of Blaine's many Broadway records in the other. He could see Kurt's small smile of approval at his choice and it made Blaine's heart flutter.

"Um, hey." Blaine said softly, giving Kurt a smile when his head shot up in surprise.

"Hey," Kurt smiled slightly and dropped the album at his side, patting the bed for Blaine to sit down next to him. Blaine couldn't help but swallow heavily at the tiny invitation.

"Look, you weren't kidding back there, were you? It wasn't some sort of party trick, was it?"

"No, Blaine," Kurt giggled, almost making his glass tip over. "It might be a little overdue, but you should know that's how I dress. On a daily basis."

"I'm sorry for everything, you know, before - "

Kurt held up a hand, cutting him off, his voice even softer than Blaine had imagined. "You don't need to be sorry."

"Kurt, I rather think I do," Blaine began and he felt bold enough to take Kurt's hand in his, relaxing when Kurt didn't pull away. Kurt's eyes were so very blue and so soft as they reached his hazel ones, and he knew he could easily get lost in them. "I never meant to hurt you by what I said, and I didn't mean that at all. I like the way you dress and... I like you."

"Santana told me about Sebastian," Kurt smiled sadly at Blaine and it tugged at his heart. "I understand now where you were coming from but Blaine... I'm not Sebastian."

Blaine hung his head and smiled to himself. Kurt was so sweet and smart and God knows he was gorgeous and everything he had ever wished for. Kurt was amazing. Kurt was perfect. "You certainly are not."

"Look, I'm a very traditional person -" Kurt paused and laughed lightly, meeting Blaine's golden eyes. " - well, as traditional as you can be as a gay man. But jumping your bones was extremely atypical for me."

Blaine scooted closer on the bed to Kurt and gently took his face into his hands. "Well, I could use some tradition in my life," Blaine said quietly, leaning over and brushing his lips against Kurt's. He sighed in contentment against Kurt's lips, pulling away but moving closer again to hold Kurt in his arms, just to be able to breathe him in. Like he never, ever wanted to let go.

Kurt pulled back this time, but just far enough to be able to run his thumbs over Blaine's cheeks and whispered so lowly that Blaine though he had imagined him speaking altogether. "I think this might be love, Blaine Anderson."

"That's good, Kurt Hummel," Blaine breathed back, resting his forehead against Kurt's, not able to contain the grin that was slowly spreading across his face. "Because I think this might be love, too."