“If you don’t shut up and get out of this overcrowded taxi you’re making us all wait in and get on with it already I’m going to march in there and bring Porcelain out myself.” Santana was leaning forward in between the front seats to say this right in my ear.

Instead of answering her, I got out of the cab. This was it. I stared for a moment at the sign above the door and the elegant white dresses in the front window. When I stepped a little closer I could see into the shop and there was Kurt! Kurt was arranging a dress on a mannequin and didn’t see me peering in at the window.

Then I reached for the door handle and swore I could hear some sort of power ballad playing in the background. It was just one of those moments. I opened the door and the bell tinkled to announce a customer and Kurt turned. The moment stretched out as we stared at each other and then we both started moving at the same time.

Hands reach and arms close around and then we’re kissing. Lips pressed to lips and tongue swirling around tongue. Each motion is perfectly in step and balanced and everything is so very right.

I will never really know how long we stayed like that, but I can tell you right now I seriously thought it was better than the drum roll. It was fireworks, it was coming home, it was everything I always hope a kiss will be but somehow never is. Eventually we both pulled back, forced to take ragged breaths. We didn’t let go of each other though, we kept holding tight.

“Hi.” Kurt said softly, his smile tugging up the corners of his mouth.

“Hi.” I answer. “I’m Blaine Anderson.”

“Kurt Hummel.” He answers, and then he pulls back far enough to offer me his hand and we shake hands.

Then Kurt’s pulling my face close again for another long kiss and I know deep down inside that this is the start of something truly magical.

The End