Kurt was going on about something; what that was, Blaine sadly wasn't aware of. He had bigger things on his mind. Like the little wiggle Kurt had when he walked; how it showed off his legs and his behind (though Blaine swears he isn't looking, when its quiet obvious he is). The way his eyes sparkle when he's excited and he does that little happy-clap that only last about three seconds. How soft his skin is and how perfectly fitting his clothes are. How incredibly sexy he can be when he doesn't even realize it; driving Blaine totally out of his mind.

There are so many things Blaine could say about Kurt; how kind he is, how straight up, and confident, and beautiful, and poise, and smart, and silly, and just. . . . Everything he could ever ask for. And as silly as it is to ever want to deny this feeling; whether due to fear or something like that; Blaine had to face the fact: he was in love with Kurt.

The big question now was: did Kurt love him too? Of course Kurt cared for him! They've been dating for sometime now, and Kurt doesn't seem like the type of person to linger if it didn't work well with him. They got along perfectly; had so much in common. Sure there was the issues about the height differences and Kurt's love for heels, but what did that matter! Size meant nothing when it came to love.

There it was again, that wonderful word. Love. Blaine could practically skip the rest of the way he was so happy; as if he were stranded on could nine. Nothing else in the world mattered, nothing but Kurt. He had to tell him! And soon. But how! Telling someone you love them is meant to be special. Not just some "Hey, how are you? That's great! I love you, by the way" or "Wanna go out tonight? That's great, pick you up around seven. Love you!" or randomly screaming it in his face or bringing it up mid-sentence.

No. This had to be perfect. Special, and perfect, and something they'll always remember for the rest of their lives. The only question was: how?