Blaine woke up quickly, rubbing his eyes and looking around the room. he was confused because there was no one else other than him and Kurt in the room and no one could of said his name. Because Kurt was sleeping, his chest going up and down slowly with each deep breath.

He blinked a few times and yawned, setting back down besides Kurt, wrapping his arms around him. He assumed this was one of his good nights, because he obviously hadn't a nightmare yet, and he'd usually be squirming or sweating by now. Which was two o'clock, as Blaine had seen on the analog clock on his bedside table.

He was just dozing off again when he heard his name. Again. Quieter this time. But still there.

He looked at Kurt as the boy snuggled in closer. He was smiling, still sleeping. But he was definitely the source of the noise.

"Blaine..." Blaine saw him speak it this time. He sounded sleepy and when he murmured it, it was slurred slightly.

Blaine's eyes widened as he realized that Kurt was actually muttering his name. In his sleep.

Kurt was dreaming about him...

Well... that was definitely better than nightmares...

Blaine was even more confused now. Kurt was dreaming about him and yet they still hadn't discussed where they stood with each other. The hadn't even gone near the topic and now Blaine was just desperate to know.

So it was decided then. He was going to be completely focused on finding out. He needed to know...

He smiled before closing his eyes again. He heard Kurt mumble his name again before sleep finally took back over.

~X~

Kurt woke up drowsily. He rolled over, hoping to find Blaine in the bed so he could snuggle up to him, but the bed was empty. He shot up quickly, eyes scanning the room. He saw Blaine immediately. He was sitting besides his desk, on his spinny chair, watching Kurt. Kurt smiled and rubbing his eyes.

"What're you doing?" He said sleepily.

Blaine suddenly felt nervous. He didn't want to be the one to bring it up. What if Kurt freaked out?

"Er... nothing!" He said, too quickly. He spun around on chair so he was facing his desk. Kurt frowned at him.

"Don't lie to me, Blaine..." Blaine bit his lip, thinking fast to try and cover up. "Blaine?" Kurt said after Blaine said nothing.

"Do you want to go out for dinner?"

Wait. What?

Did he really just ask that? Blaine mentally started slapping himself. Like asking him out to dinner was going to help...

"What?" Kurt still sounded tired, confused.

"Urm... shit..." Blaine spun back around to face Kurt, who was blinking at him sleepily. He decided to just... go with it. "Do you want to go out for dinner? With me? On Friday?" Blaine looked down at his lap shyly. He couldn't believe he was doing this...

"As in a date...?" Kurt sounded nervous now, and Blaine looked back up, straight into those blue-green eyes, melting internally at them. Kurt was beautiful...

Anyway, back on subject.

"Urm... No, no... as friends?" Kurt's face fell and Blaine mentally kicked himself.

"Sure. Friday. Not too early though..." Kurt seemed to be deep in thought, as he eyes looked away from Blaine and towards the his wardrobe. Blaine wondered what on earth he was thinking.

"Okay." Blaine nodded and stood. "Do you want to use the bathroom first? We don't have long till our first class."

He watched as Kurt looked over at the clock, his eyes widening as he saw time. He then jumped out of bed and rushed towards the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

~X~

Time seemed to speed to up and it was quickly Friday. Blaine had made some reservations at some restaurant near Dalton. He was nervous and Kurt had kicked him out of their dorm and told him to go get ready in someone else's, leaving him to wonder what the hell he was doing that required him to be alone.

Blaine was now dressed in dark wash jeans and a dark blue button up shirt. He was about to put a truck load of gel in his hair until Wes had slapped him and taken his gel and putting the teeniest bit on his hand and showing how much he used. He then got Blaine to use the same amount and style his hair. It looked better than it usually did for sure. He thanked Wes before stuffing his wallet in his pocket and then rushing out of his room and down the halls to his own room.

He knocked on his door instead of walking straight in, rubbing his hands together nervously. The door opened and the sight behind it made his jaw drop in shock.

Kurt's hair was styled to perfection, as always, but that wasn't what shocked Blaine. He was wearing a white, long sleeved shirt with a waist coat over it, and dark skinny jeans on his legs that looked as thought they were painted on, and knee high boots. At first sight Blaine could tell all of these clothes were designer.

"Are you going to stand there and drool, or are we going to leave?" Blaine whipped back to reality, slamming his mouth shut and wiping his hand across his it, finding Kurt was joking about the drool.

"Y-You look... amazing, Kurt." Kurt smiled and blushed.

"Thank you. It feels nice to be back in designer clothes. You look pretty dashing yourself." Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"Dashing?"

"Handsome, dapper, suave... take your pick." Kurt said, walking out of the room and shutting the door.

"You should stop complimenting me. I should be complimenting you." Blaine said as he and Kurt started to walk through the halls.

"Well why aren't you?" Kurt said, giggling.

"I'm sorry. You look absolutely wonderful tonight, Kurt. Your hair is spectacular and your clothes stand out and make you look one of a kind. Your eyes can't seem to decide what color they are, and that makes you unique, because I those eyes are amazing. And they show how you feel. And I like them, a lot. And-"

"Okay, save it. You have to get through the rest of the night, Mr. Anderson. Don't waste them all at once." Kurt sad, blushing harder.

"Of course, Mr. Hummel. We wouldn't want that now would we?" Kurt laughed and pushed Blaine slightly. Blaine just giggled and leaned in to kiss Kurt's cheek, watching as the boy blushed.

~X~

The date- dinner -had run smoothly. The conversation had never halted, at all, and they'd talked about anything and everything. The food tasted divine and if they had been calling this a date, Blaine would've said it was the best date ever. And now Blaine had just pulled back into the Dalton parking lot and switched off the radio.

Kurt had made to leave but Blaine's voice made him stop.

"Kurt? Wait a sec..."

Blaine wasn't sure why he'd decided to ask now. But he needed to know and if he kept putting it off he'd never find out. So it was now or never...

"Kurt... Where do we stand with each other?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, confused. "I mean... we kissed and all that stuff happened and I know I have feelings for you, but then there's all this other stuff and I just need what we are."

Kurt looked over at him in shock, before whispering.

"I was going to ask you that... but now you've asked me, I realize that I'm supposed to answer it..." Blaine bit his lip nervously. Kurt's voice got slowly louder as he continued. "I know you have feelings for me, and that song you and the warblers sang... It was amazing. And I know you'll always be there for me... and the kiss. The kiss was... for lack of better word, perfect. I have feelings for you too, and I know I can't just push them away and ignore them. But I also have other things to deal with. My life is messed up. And I have so much to deal with that I'm still trying to runaway from, even though I know I need to face it... I like you, Blaine. I really, really do. But I can't have a boyfriend right now. Plus, you've only just came out. I don't think you're ready either."

Blaine breathed out slowly and nodded, knowing everything he said was right.

"I completely understand and agree with you." Blaine let his gaze fall to look out the window at the building right outside.

"But," Blaine's eyes shot right back to Kurt. "I really want to kiss you again. Especially after such a perfect date."

"I want to kiss you, too." Blaine didn't move though. He had to let Kurt be in control of this.

Kurt smiled shyly and reached over with his right hand to cup Blaine's cheek, running his thumb over bone. Blaine closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, loving the feeling.

Kurt slowly leaned over the gear stick and closed his own eye as their faces drew closer.

And then their lips touched, sweet and chaste.

It was better than last time. Kurt was more comfortable. And he like the way Blaine's lips tasted.

And he felt as though every time their lips touched... he got stronger. Better.

Like the memories were just that. Memories.

And they didn't need to be dwelled on. Or remembered.

Just forgotten. Blown away like they were never there.

Every time they kissed, he healed that tiny bit more.