Walking through the Dalton halls, Blaine felt like something was about to happen. Everyone seemed more excitable and he'd somehow had his favourite meal for lunch (which was saying something, as it was a rare sight in the cafeteria). He'd slept dreamlessly last night, and the teachers weren't completely being their strict selves.

His friends chattered away happily during lunch, but Blaine couldn't focus. Whatever was going to happen, it was big. Perhaps even life-changing. No, that sounded too much like the horoscopes his mother sometimes consulted. According to those, pretty much everything that happened was life-changing, and in a way, Blaine figured, that may be true.

Deciding to put his worries to rest for an hour or so, he walked into the Warblers' meeting room that afternoon moments before Wes started, and he hurriedly sat down. There was a piece of paper in Wes' hand, and only then did Blaine remember what time of the year it was again – not that Wes hadn't been drilling it into their minds anyway for the past few weeks.

Sectionals was coming up.

"We received a letter today containing more information about our Sectionals competition," Wes announced, holding up the paper for everyone to look at. Excited murmurs went through the room, though it seemed like the freshmen and other new members were most excited about the news. After all, they didn't know yet that every year for the past seven years, the Warblers had had to compete against Vocal Adrenaline at Sectionals. Needless to say, they'd lost every year.

"It's not Vocal Adrenaline," Thad added, and Wes shot him an annoyed look, as if he'd wanted to break the news. Now, there were no excited whispers anymore – there was excited shouting, and, if he hadn't been sitting next to anyone, Blaine probably would've jumped on top of the couch in his enthusiasm.

"So, who is it?" Trent asked, leaning forward expectantly. This question quickly shut everyone else up.

"Come on, guys, just tell us," Jeff whined.

"Jeff, please," Wes said, casting the blond boy a slightly disturbed look. "Alright, our first competitors are the Hipsters. They're a group of elderly people trying to get their high school GEDs now."

"Is that legal?" Nick asked, looking confused.

"It must be," David replied. "If it weren't legal, they wouldn't be allowed to take part in competitions."

"So who's the other group?" Andrew asked. "A group of circus artists?"

Sending him a disapproving look, Wes responded, "No, it's not. Though I have no idea who picked their name. They're called New Directions – " He was interrupted by several Warblers bursting out laughing hysterically. Once the silence was back, Wes continued. "Yes, I don't doubt you find that funny. The group is composed of students from William McKinley High School in Lima. We've done a little research, and it turns out they actually made it to Regionals last year, where they were stomped by Vocal Adrenaline."

"So that's the group we need to watch out for," Blaine deduced.

"Indeed we do," Wes said. "Which is why I propose that we invite the McKinley students for a little… scrimmage here at Dalton, to see how good they are and to show them that we aren't afraid of them."

Nick and Jeff whooped at this, clearly excited about this new prospect. They weren't the only ones; all the other Warblers were in a similar state of excitement. Blaine just hoped that these public school kids wouldn't be as bad as the ones at his old school.

After telling the group that they'd try to contact the other group's director as soon as possible, the council members went on with the meeting, and the subject of the upcoming scrimmage was forgotten.

o-o-o-o-o

Forgotten until the next rehearsal, that was, when Wes proudly announced that the other club's director had sounded almost more enthusiastic about the proposition than the Warblers had been. Apparently, the man had set his group an assignment that would be 'perfect' for the scrimmage, and had even asked if it was 'alright' for his group to perform two songs. After telling him that the Warblers would still only do one song, they hastily agreed with him.

Two songs meant a better opportunity to see what their competition's strong and weak points were, after all.

"There are girls in New Directions, right?" Nick asked excitedly as he sat down at the dinner table after rehearsal.

Jeff snickered, but before he could open his mouth, Wes glared him down. "Don't even try, Jeff."

"But they're making it so easy!" Jeff protested, then proceeded to try to rearrange the food on his plate to resemble a smiley face.

"As far as we know, there are girls in New Directions," Thad confirmed Nick's question. "Why? Did you and Jeff break up?"

Nick huffed and crossed his arms. Jeff just shrugged. "He wasn't really… satisfactory, in that department, if you – "

"Oh, for god's sake, Jeff!" Nick cried out. "Sometimes, I feel like you want people to think we're gay!"

"Only for each other," Jeff said.

"No, Thad, we didn't break up. We were never together in the first place," Nick told the other boy, sounding rather annoyed.

"Are you sure about that?" Blaine asked. "Because Jeff just said – "

"Since when are we taking Jeff seriously?" Trent asked, earning himself a pout from Jeff.

"You know, that's a good question," Blaine said thoughtfully. "I think it might've started – "

"Fine. Ignore our door breaking and window shattering romance," Jeff huffed.

"I'm pretty sure that's not – " Trent started to say, but Jeff shook his head dramatically.

"It wasn't as good as Wes and David's is, anyway," Thad said with a shrug. Jeff stomped away indignantly.

"What were you saying about girls, Nick?" Wes asked, choosing not to react to Thad's last statement. After all, the group had had this discussion so often already. It was better to just ignore it – unless they wanted to annoy their two friends, that was.

"I forgot," Nick said, frowning. "Oh, right! Maybe there are some cute girls in New Directions. Wouldn't that be awesome?"

"You do realise that your main audience consists of straight guys in a relationship and me, right?" Blaine asked. "We don't particularly care about meeting potentially cute girls."

"Fine," Nick scoffed. "Then I'll just talk to – oh, right. Jeff left. You chased Jeff away!" he told Thad, pointing an accusing finger at the council member. "Now I have to – oh, wait." He rummaged through his bag in search for his phone, which was ringing now, and when he finally picked it up, he said, "Jeff! We were just – yeah, alright. Sure, I'll be right there."

Shoving his phone back in his bag, Nick stood up from the table and stalked out of the room with a dramatic flair Blaine didn't know his friend possessed.

"Co-dependant," David muttered under his breath, and Thad snorted.

"You and Wes are just as bad, if not worse."

o-o-o-o-o

Sooner than Blaine had expected, the day of the scrimmage arrived. The Warblers had all been excused for their final classes for the occasion after they'd heard that McKinley's group would be leaving around lunch, thus making them arrive at Dalton an hour and a half later. Although he wasn't exactly interested in any of the girls (and the boys were probably all straight as a ruler), Blaine did hope that the other group would stick around for a bit after the performances. It would be interesting to talk to them. If they turned out to be typical public school kids like Blaine had known at his old school, he'd probably be able to sneak away to his room at some point.

They had rehearsed a lot in the past few days – the council had really made it their goal to blow the other Glee club away with the Warblers' Teenage dream performance. Blaine tried to ignore the fact that, since he was singing lead in that song, most of the pressure would be on him. This wasn't Sectionals yet, after all. This was just a… quasi-friendly meeting with their biggest competition. As a matter of fact, if they messed up today, it would come as an even bigger blow to the other club if the Warblers won at Sectionals.

Most Warblers were scattered around the stage of the auditorium – they didn't come here very much, as rehearsals were always held in their meeting room, so they ('they' being mostly Jeff and Nick) had to explore – and two rows of seats. Blaine was aimlessly walking across the backs of the seats, however, in an attempt to keep calm. This was the first time he was going to be the lead soloist in front of a non-familiar audience. It was his first solo, period, but at least they'd performed the song in front of the whole school already.

Needless to say, Blaine was a little torn about what exactly he was feeling.

Wes and Thad – the latter of whom had decided that he, and not David, should accompany Wes, as he strongly suspected that the other two council members would run off somewhere together one of these days – had already left to welcome the McKinley High show choir, and David wasn't even pretending to try to keep the other Warblers quiet. Blaine was slightly lost in his own world when Wes and Thad came marching back in, followed by a rather loud group of people. Well, that was one thing the two Glee clubs had in common, then.

As he tried to balance his weight on the seats, Blaine glanced at the newcomers curiously. Just like Nick had predicted, there were a couple of girls present, but at least half of them seemed taken by boys on the group. The other Warblers flocked closer to group as a whole, chattering away happily, and right when Blaine figured that might be a great idea, he saw him – the most perfect boy he'd even seen, from his soft hair and beautiful eyes to his graceful stance and the elegance he wore his suit with – and he gaped openly.

And then lost his balance and fell off the back of the seats on the ground with a loud smack.

"What was that?" one of the girls exclaimed.

"That was probably Blaine," Wes replied. "Blaine? Are you alright?"

"Fine," he said curtly, unable to form a coherent sentence right now. Just his luck – not only had he fallen rather hard, everyone else in the auditorium, including the boy he'd been gaping at, had noticed and was now staring at where he'd just been standing. He felt like such a fool. Now he'd never stand a chance, even if the guy was gay.

"He normally never falls off of furniture," Trent said, sounding slightly worried. "Are you sure you're alright, Blaine?"

"You mean him climbing on furniture is a regular occurrence?" a male voice Blaine didn't recognise asked. "Why can't he just sit down?"

"He's – um…," Wes started, but David finished his sentence before Wes could (probably) think of a slightly nicer way to say it.

"He's short."

"Oh, Rachel, do you hear that?" another girl drawled. "It's your long lost twin!"

"Well, he's not that short," Thad muttered, most likely eyeing the girl critically.

Finally gaining the courage to get up and face his peers, Blaine stood up and dusted off his pants, trying to appear calm.

"He really is short!" one of the New Directions guys – Blaine thought it was the same one who'd spoken earlier as well, but he couldn't be sure – exclaimed.

"No, you're just incredibly tall," Nick retorted. Mutters of agreement went through both groups, causing the tall guy to look affronted. Personally, Blaine thought the matter only got funnier when the short girl (who, admittedly, had to be about a foot shorter than Blaine himself was, if not more) tried to assuage him.

"And I'm probably still taller than all you girls," Blaine added, wanting to defend his own honour a little more.

"How terrific for you," one of the girls bit back, giving him a bitch glare that had Blaine backing up quickly. As he did this, he accidentally caught the eye of the boy he'd been looking at earlier, who gave him an apologetic smile.

"Shall we get started, then?" the man Blaine assumed was the other group's director asked. "You can all mingle and… talk later, too."

"But no telling them our set list!" the short girl added loudly, glowering at Wes as if he'd tried to weasel the information out of her earlier.

"What set list?" the perfect boy asked sceptically, raising a perfect eyebrow at her in question. And okay, wow, his voice. If Blaine hadn't already fallen hard for his boy (in more than one way), he definitely would've been sold right now. If he'd been on top of the seats, he would've fallen down all over again. The boy's voice was almost… angelic, and Blaine found himself smiling stupidly.

"Kurt!" the girl hissed, but the boy – Kurt, apparently; Blaine was never going to forget that – just rolled his eyes, unimpressed.

"So how are we going to do this?" the directors of New Directions asked Wes loudly, in an attempt to shut his students up. When everyone was quiet, he continued, "Like I told you on the phone, we've got two songs we can do, so…"

"Why don't you go first, then we'll go, and after that, you can do your second number?" Wes suggested.

"Alright, let's do this!" the man said enthusiastically, and the short girl was already walking towards the stage determinedly.

To Blaine's surprise, the New Directions boys sat down in the audience. "Aren't you… supposed to perform now?" he asked one of them, a blond boy with a large mouth.

"We had a boys versus girls competition this week," the boy replied. "So the girls are singing their song now, and we're performing ours after you go."

"They're both pretty awesome," the Asian boy next to him said.

So, boys versus girls? That meant that they would probably be showcasing even more of their singers than the Warblers had hoped. At least it wasn't two solos or duets by the exact same people.

"Hello, Warblers," the short girl greeted them from the stage. For the first time since the group had walked in, Blaine noticed that this girl seemed to be dressed in leather (or something that looked like it) from head to toe. "And thank you for inviting us here for a little… scrimmage. We're surprised that you weren't too afraid of us to do so. Now, for our assignment, the girls and the boys both put together their own mash-up. So enjoy."

She walked back towards the wings, leaving the stage empty. Soon, however, music started, and the girls all walked out, and Blaine realised that they were all dressed similarly.

The short girl came out last, and she was the one who started singing the first verse. Initially, Blaine was a little confused about what song they were actually singing, but then he remembered what the girl had said – they were performing mash-ups.

As all the girls on stage were dancing in their high heels, Blaine chanced a glance at the guys around him. Predictably, Nick and Jeff were sitting close to the front, drooling, and their eyes almost falling out of their sockets. The New Directions boys were watching proudly, but, Blaine noticed, some of them seemed to be in a similar state as Nick and Jeff.

Somehow, it might've been a better idea to let the girls perform last, but there was nothing to do about that now.

Another girl was singing now, and Blaine had to admit that the group was quite good. The two songs fit together quite nicely as well.

When the girls were done, everyone applauded – and, in some cases, whistled.

"That was very impressive," Wes spoke up once the audience had quieted down a bit.

"Yeah, it was even better than the first time you performed it!" one of the New Directions boys – whom Blaine couldn't see from where he was sitting – said enthusiastically.

"Well, of course," the short brunette started, before their director started talking.

"Shall we let the Warblers perform now?"

The girls all nodded and hastily sat down, while Blaine and his teammates got up from their seats and all shuffled towards the stage. The other boys were all eagerly discussing the girls' performance, until Wes silenced them with a glare (Blaine was glad he hadn't brought his gavel). "We'll discuss their performances during our next meeting. Now, we have to focus on not letting them bring us down, but give our best. Blaine, are you ready?"

"As ready as can be," Blaine replied, forcing a confident smile on his face. He willed his body to relax as he went to stand in formation, and then, the curtains – which had been closed for a short time – opened again and the harmonising started in the background. Only a few seconds now…

As luck would have it, that was the moment his eyes found the perfect boy – Kurt, Blaine reminded himself – as he stared back at the group on stage curiously. Blaine found himself smiling widely as he started singing their rendition of Teenage Dream.

Kurt was eyeing their group with curious interest – or maybe that was just what Blaine made of the look in his eyes – and it made Blaine want to impress the other boy as much as possible. Deciding to just take a chance, he sang the entire first verse straight at him before letting his eyes drift over the other New Directions members as he stepped along with his teammates. They were far less interesting than Kurt, so Blaine soon looked back at him again.

Trying to hold Kurt's glance all throughout the song, Blaine found himself being more into the song than ever before. He made sure to point at the boy whenever he had to point, and if it hadn't been for the other Warblers backing him up, he might've thought that he was giving Kurt a private serenade or something. He figured it was quite an accomplishment that Kurt hadn't turned away for more than a second so far, or started whispering to one of the girls next to him. In fact, he looked rather in awe, which only made Blaine happier.

He was well aware of the fact that everyone in the room – both his friends and the other Glee club's members in the audience – might notice his fixation on Kurt, but if Kurt was smiling at him the way he was, who could blame Blaine for showing off just a little bit? Now all he could hope for was that the boy was actually gay and single.

Personally, he wouldn't mind being Kurt's teenage dream at all – but maybe not in the way the song suggested. Not yet anyway.

And perhaps he should stop thinking about this. He hadn't even spoken to the guy. That being said, Kurt was the first person in the audience to jump up and start clapping after the song had ended. He was also the last person to stop clapping, causing a few of his teammates to give him odd looks.

"Wow," the director of the other group told them, "that was amazing!"

The small brunette huffed from her place next to the giant boy and crossed her arms, clearly not happy with the Warblers' performance. "Anyone can sing a Katy Perry song," she declared.

"So why didn't you?" Trent asked her from his spot behind to Blaine.

"Us girls had to sing songs originally sung by a male artist," she replied.

"Just shut up, dwarf," another girl told her, and she scoffed.

"Yeah, you just don't want to admit that our Sectionals competition is actually good this year," a blond girl added somewhat disapprovingly.

A few other members of the group looked bored, prompting Blaine to wonder if fighting was regular behaviour in this club. The director, however, seemed to have had enough.

"Okay, why don't the boys go on stage now?" he asked hurriedly, and the Warblers scurried back towards their seats. As they went, Blaine happened to pass Kurt, and the other boy looked up right as Blaine did too. Certain that he was blushing brightly, Blaine quickly walked on.

The first thought that went through Blaine's mind when they started was that it all looked pretty classic boy band like. Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course. Actually, in a way, it was pretty adorable. Well – Kurt was adorable. Blaine wasn't really paying attention to the other guys.

He did hear, however, that the boys showcased even more voices than the girls had done, and that was definitely good for the Warblers. Crossing his fingers that Kurt, too, would get a line (or maybe more), Blaine watched intently as the group on stage performed some smooth dance moves.

Okay, maybe not that smooth. But most certainly adorable, in Kurt's case.

Much to Blaine's chagrin, Kurt did not get to sing a solo part in the song. The other guys weren't bad by any means, but Blaine just would've liked to hear him sing. Perhaps, though, this meant that Kurt might have a solo at Sectionals. Suddenly, the situation didn't seem so bad anymore, and Blaine clapped as loudly as he could once the performance was over. Some of the girls were whistling at the boys as they took it all in stride.

As the New Directions coach started talking about a change in choreography, the Warblers zoned out pretty quickly, not knowing what on earth he was talking about. "They're not as good as Vocal Adrenaline," Wes muttered, and Blaine turned his head slightly. "We've still got our work cut out for us, though."

Murmurs of assent went through the group. Whereas the opposition wasn't as heavy as it had been in earlier years, there was no reason for the Warblers to sit back and assume they would win this competition. It was probably a good thing that that wasn't exactly what the Warblers were used to doing.

A few minutes later, both groups were scattered around the auditorium, individual members chatting with one another. Blaine had made a valiant attempt to reach Kurt, but he had been cornered by the short brunette and her tall, tall boyfriend before he could make it to the other boy, and now he was forced to listen to the girl drone on and on about his voice and stage presence and how she was clearly superior and why didn't the Ohio show choir board just give the Sectionals trophy to New Directions already?

He snuck a peek towards the stage, where Trent and David were seemingly joking around with Kurt and the dark skinned girl who'd had a solo during the girls' song. Sighing, he turned back to the short girl – was her name Rachel? He'd already forgotten – as he didn't want to just run off. That would be very impolite.

"So who's in charge of the Warblers?" the girl asked – the first time during the conversation that she allowed Blaine to speak. "I don't see a teacher…"

"The council is in charge," Blaine replied. "We don't have a director, it's just a group of seniors who make all the decisions – well, after consulting the rest of the group, of course."

"A group of students?" the girl asked, an interested look growing in her eyes that Blaine wasn't sure how to react to. "Where are they? Are you in the council?"

"No, I'm not," Blaine responded, slightly apprehensive now. "David's in the council." He nodded towards his friend on stage. He felt a little bad for sending this girl towards David, but what else could he do? "And… Wes and Thad." He looked around for them, only to find them already talking to New Directions' director.

"Let's go talk to them," the girl decided, dragging her boyfriend – who hadn't gotten a word in during the entire conversation – along and leaving Blaine standing there.

Hastily, Blaine walked down the remaining stairs, dodged questioning looks from a guy with a Mohawk and a blond girl and planted himself firmly next to David. "Hey, guys!" he greeted them cheerily, before smiling at Kurt and his friend.

"Hey, Blaine," David replied. "I was wondering when you'd arrive," he added in a quieter voice, and Blaine felt himself blushing. Before he could retort, however, David was already introducing him to the two New Directions members. "So, this is Blaine, as you probably already guessed. Blaine, meet Kurt and Mercedes."

"You're the one who fell off the chairs earlier, right?" the girl who'd now been identified as Mercedes asked, obviously fighting to keep a grin off of her face. "Why were you even standing on them in the first place?"

Blaine shrugged, completely conscious of the fact that Kurt was here and looking at him curiously. "It's just a habit," he answered. "It calms me down, I guess."

At that moment, David got a text, and he frowned at the screen. "It's an SOS from Wes." Spotting Wes (and Thad) standing with the director and the two students Blaine had just been talking to, he added, "Why would he be in trouble?"

"He's talking to Rachel," Kurt replied, as if that was explanation enough. After talking to her (or rather, being talked to by her), Blaine understood that it was indeed an explanation in itself.

David sighed. "I'll go see what he wants."

As they watched David walk off, Mercedes said, "Anyway, as we were saying, that was some pretty incredible singing up there."

"Thanks!" Blaine exclaimed, beaming happily. "Your songs were pretty great as well. What?" he added when he noticed the look on Kurt's face. "You didn't like it? Is that why you didn't have a solo?"

"It was fun to do," Kurt replied. "The other guys just don't really know how to behave around me." He paused for a moment before continuing. "Because I'm gay. They try to accept it, but they're still afraid that I'll – I don't know. But I didn't get to sing because they felt like that wasn't unusual enough, because I 'always sing girls' songs'."

"He'd rather sing with us girls," Mercedes added, sending her friend a small smile. "Not that I blame you."

Blaine, however, didn't hear what she was saying. His mind was kind of stuck on the 'I'm gay' part and he knew that he was staring openly at Kurt, who seemed a little taken aback by this.

"Are you alright?" he asked Blaine, eyeing him apprehensively.

It appeared that Trent had caught on already, which made Blaine wonder how many more Warblers had figured out his little crush on the competition. "He's probably just overly happy to meet you. For an all-boys school, Dalton doesn't have many gay students."

"Oh." Kurt's eyes grew wide, but he didn't say anything else. Mercedes, however, smiled brightly.

"Kurt's the only one out at McKinley," she informed the two Warblers. "It'd be good for him to have a gay friend, don't you think so, Kurt?"

"That's really brave of you, Kurt," Blaine said honestly, focussing primarily on Mercedes' first sentence.

Kurt looked a little flustered. "Thank you, Blaine. Forget what Mercedes said, I'm sure you wouldn't want a friend like me."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Blaine asked, while Mercedes looked scandalised.

"Oh, I am certain that Blaine would love to be your friend," Trent said, sending Blaine a look that showed that he was well aware of how much more Blaine wanted to be to Kurt.

"Aren't we good enough for you anymore, Blaine?" Nick's voice suddenly came from behind Blaine, who suddenly found himself with both Jeff and Nick's arms wound around his neck. It was a little suffocating.

Without waiting for an answer, Jeff said, "There are girls here, Blaine, see? Awesome, isn't it?"

"I'm gay, Jeff," Blaine said, pushing the blonde off of him before trying to do the same with Nick, who was a little more persistent. "Not interested."

"I bet you're not," Nick scoffed, glancing from Kurt to Blaine with a smirk. Luckily (for Blaine, at least), Kurt just seemed confused by this behaviour.

"You're a little girl-deprived, then?" Mercedes asked the two newcomers amusedly.

"Very much so," Jeff replied, pouting. "But, there's a lot of girls here now, so that's okay!"

"You do realise most of them have boyfriends, right?" Kurt asked.

Nick and Jeff's faces fell instantly. "Really?" Nick asked.

"There's Tina and Mike, Rachel and Finn," Kurt started, "Quinn and Sam are… dating, I guess? I'm not sure."

"They probably are," Mercedes agreed. "Then there's Brittany and Artie – "

"They're actually dating now?" Kurt asked, seeming flabbergasted. "I thought Artie was angry at her for – well, never mind. But – "

Mercedes shrugged. "Well, yeah. Last thing I heard, they were. And last but not least, there's Puck and Santana, who are definitely having sex, but I'm not sure if they're exclusive or anything."

"Probably not," Kurt said.

"And then there's us," Mercedes finished, indicating herself and Kurt. "We're kind of like the perpetual singles club in New Directions, if you don't count some ill-advised less-than-a-week-long relationships."

Blaine hoped that Mercedes wouldn't mind being in that singles club by herself.

Alright, maybe that was a little mean. And perhaps Blaine was getting a bit too far ahead of himself. Who was to say Kurt would want to date Blaine?

"Seriously, guys?" Trent asked disapprovingly, and Blaine glanced sideways in confusion. "Both of you at the same time?"

Nick and Jeff, however, paid him no mind and simply continued flirting (or rather, attempting to flirt; not that Blaine was so well-versed in that department) with Mercedes, who seemed to be rather amused the boys' attention.

"And that's my cue to leave," Trent announced, before, indeed, leaving their group to join some of the other Warblers who appeared to be laughing at some or other impression the blond guy was doing.

As Blaine looked back at Kurt, the other boy was looking after Trent with a frown. "He's…," he started, but couldn't appear to find words to finish that sentence.

"He's Trent," Blaine said, smiling. "He's… a unique guy."

"You can say that again," Kurt muttered. "But anyway, you're gay, then, right?" At Blaine's nod, he asked, "Do you read Vogue?"

"What kind of question is that?" Blaine exclaimed, grinning. "Of course I do!" He'd just never had anyone to discuss it with before.

Before the boys knew it, it was time for the McKinley group to head back to Lima. No one had dared disturb Blaine and Kurt's heated discussion of next year's spring collections, but Nick and Jeff had gotten some competition from other Warblers when it came to Mercedes' attention.

"It's been great meeting you," Kurt told Blaine earnestly. "Seriously, you don't know how much I needed this."

Smiling goofily, Blaine said, "Me too." Gathering all the courage he could find, he asked, "Do you think maybe we could meet up for coffee this weekend and talk some more? But only if you want, of course. If you – "

"You mean like a date?" Kurt asked, blushing heavily now.

Suddenly feeling daring, Blaine replied, "If you want it to be."

Kurt smiled bashfully. "It's a date, then."