Blaine tucked his chin into his shoulder as a single tear escaped, and what little light there was caught it in such a way that it sparkled as it slid down his perfect cheekbone, then along his magnificently sculpted jawline, and finally as it fell onto his sleeve.

His glistening eyes were fixed on me once again, and I held his gaze- for once doing so without feeling self-couscous or nervous in the least.

I hesitated. I hesitated because I hardly knew him; I hesitated because he hardly knew me; I hesitated because I was afraid.

But only for a second.

Because in the next moment while my eyes were still locked on his, my body made the decision that I would never have been brave enough to make on my own; and out of nowhere I found myself inching across the floor to join Blaine in his corner of the elevator.

I nearly gasped in shock when my tentative hand placed itself on his shoulder; who knows what had come over me, but I'll gladly be the first to admit that I wasn't too opposed to it.

I watched as his gaze drifted away from mine and landed in his lap. I leaned forward, trying to catch it once again.

"Blaine," my tone demanded his attention. "We've only just met, and already I can tell that you're going places. I'm so sorry about our current situation, I really am and I understand your despair, I have it too. But you and I are different, because we're not going to let this deter us." I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. It wasn't long ago that I myself had been in tears at the thought of losing my interview with Vogue. Somehow speaking such things out loud made me feel better, though, and I could tell they had done the same for him. "There will be other interviews and other important guys who come to see you play, you know why? Because we are exceptional."

He turned to me, beaming. "Kurt, when we get out of this elevator, we're going to be exceptional together!

I wasn't quite sure what Blaine meant by this, but I was given no time to contemplate the possibilities as my thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the presence of a hand upon my cheek. My eyes flickered up to meet his waiting gaze. I considered for a split second the fact that I was allowing this boy, practically a stranger, to touch me so intimately, and even more so the fact that I was oddly okay with it.

My breathing quickened as Blaine slowly began to close the gap between our lips. With eyes fluttered shut and lips parted, I braced myself for what would surely be the most spontaneous thing I'd done in my life. Time slowed down, it seemed to take hours until I first felt the soft brush of his mouth against mine. I shuddered, tickled by his warm breath as our lips pressed together, gently at first, and then with a growing intensity that threatened to push me over the edge.

As our kiss continued to deepen, I struggled to maintain my grip on reality while desperately clinging to this sliver of perfection within a day that had only fed me disasters. This was completely unlike me, to swap spit with someone I hardly knew, no matter how beautiful they were. With a mental shrug, I decided that I just didn't give a crap. I prayed that this kiss would never have to end, but there were still so many things that I longed to discover about this boy, so many unanswered questions. Most of all, however, I prayed that my judgment hadn't failed me; I prayed that this would be, in fact, the start of something new and incredible.