A/N: This chapter doesn’t have much dialogue, and really not essential to the plot except to get me in the direction that I want it to go. (No, it’s not super fluffy like this chapter is, just saying. But I thought I’d give it to you –and our boys- while I could.) Also, I don’t own Glee or any of its characters, regrettably. And I’m not using a beta right now, but if I feel the need for one (or you, my readers, lead me to believe I should, I’m open to finding one :] ) Anyway..

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The two fell into an easy relationship, even just trying to get to know each other, it didn’t feel forced at all. Blaine was cheery and charismatic, a combination that quickly intoxicated Kurt in the best way imaginable. And Kurt. Kurt with his debonair persona and witty one-liners, had Blaine questioning his quality of life before Kurt was a part of it.

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“I cannot believe that just happened,” said Blaine as he and Cooper got into the car. He was still holding his cell phone tenderly, as if the slightest movement would shake Kurts newly-entered number out of it.

Coop gripped the wheel, and just laughed. “And what where you expecting, lil bro?” He meant it rhetorically, but wasn’t surprised when Blaine answered. Or tried to, at least.

“Coop. He. He. I. His.” He just stared at his brother, not even aware that the car was beeping to tell him to buckle as they pulled out of the lot.

“Hahaha, Blaine. Put on your seatbelt. And also. Relaaax.” He shook his head, mocking chagrin. “Blaine, you got his number! The hard part is over. Now, just text him.”

Blaine just looked straight ahead, unblinking. Why was he having such a difficult time processing all of this? He’d asked out cute guys before. Where did his confidence go? What is it about this guy? This stranger. This stranger, named Kurt. This stranger named Kurt who smelled sweet, but fresh at the same time. Who’s eye smiled when he smiled. Oh, what was he going to say to Coop again?“I—I don’t want to seem desperate though.”

He hadn’t even finished the sentence before Cooper said, “But, you are.”

And, hah, well. He did really want to see Kurt again already. Wow. Was it possible to fall for a complete stranger?

“Okay, maybe a little bit. But I’ll wait. Until…” he thought about it and decided on, “later.” He didn’t want to add any figurative pressure to the swell that was growing in his chest.

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Well, Kurt thought to himself on the way home. That was probably the most fortunate of all his self-outings combined. And, yes. The fact that he went on said outings was to have alone time, not pick up boys and add potential –no, inevitable- drama to his life. But that’s besides the point. Blaine wasn’t with a date. Blaine had been looking at him. Blaine was very attractive. And apparently attracted to Kurt. The likelihood of that happening, especially in Lima, Ohio, was very, very rare, and Kurt would be a damned fool to let that slip through his fingers. Yes, he was thrilled by this. Goosebumps ran up and down his arms as he thought back to when Blaine had bumped into him. That shock, that feeling when he accidentally smacked Blaine’s arm in the stumble. Was that just a shock, or could it have meant something more? No, shutup Kurt. That’s just the romantic in you, getting carried away again. And wow. How was he already home?!

It was kind of getting late, and his bedtime routine took a full 90 minutes if he didn’t want to hate himself the next morning. So he made his way to the bathroom, pulling basket of soaps and scrubs and moisturizers out from under the sink. He checked his phone before turning on the water. He tried to ignore the shred of disappointment he felt when he had no new messages. After all, they had just met and exchanged numbers. Blaine and his brother might not even be home yet. And, if Blaine was driving, Kurt didn’t want him texting behind the wheel.

Of course, Kurt thought, he could just text Blaine himself. But he didn’t want to seem desperate or anything.

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“Yah oh ut dough?” asked Blaine, not bothering to wait to finish brushing his teeth. Cooper just raised a brow. Blaine spit. “I gave him my number, too. He could text me!” He’d turned around to rinse, missing Cooper rolling his eyes. “But!” he exclaimed, shutting off the water, and Coop let out a sigh in question. “What if I, like, typed it in wrong? I don’t know if you could tell, because I was hoping it wasn’t obvious, but my hands were shaking. What if I put in a wrong number?” He paused. “What if he texts the wrong person? What if they end up going out? Wh—“

“Lil Bro. I’m going to stop you right there.” Cooper stood up, taking his brother by the shoulders and guiding him to his bedroom. “Text him. Or not. But don’t psych yourself out about it. If it’s meant to happen, it’s meant to happen. Man, you need to stop panicking and chill out. Remember what that is like? Being chill? You don’t want to be a total creep and freak him out. Where did your game go?” He tapped Blaine’s shoulder comfortingly. “Get some sleep, bro. Text him in the morning. Or maybe he’ll text you tonight. You might be gay, but that doesn’t mean you have to be such a girl about things.” He walked away.

Blaine just stood there blinking. “Uhm, goodnight.” He knew that Coop was trying to comfort him. And all of his points might be true. But maybe, just maybe, there was something about this guy, this Kurt, that caused him to act like this. To feel like this. And, as Blaine climbed into bed to try and sleep, he couldn’t help but wonder how Kurt was feeling, and if –on the slight chance-, he was feeling all jumbled up about him as well.

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Kurt laid in bed for what felt like hours, debating to text Blaine or not.

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Both of them have different stories about the 24-hours preceding their meeting. Kurt would tell you that he waited until the next day before he started panicking slightly, wanting to let Blaine text him first. And Blaine swears up and down that he texted something adorable the night of, and Kurt didn’t respond until almost a day later. Whatever the truth is, it doesn’t really matter. All that matters is they exchanged the correct phone numbers, despite former paranoia, and hence began the first of many endearing conversations. They’d texted for three days straight before they saw each other again. (And yes, it did feel like forever for the both of them.) But getting to know the other through text awhile let them calm down a little, and when they finally did meet up, they were both at least comfortable enough to speak coherently. Coherently enough to sit for hours in a coffee shop, absorbing the feeling of being next to the other. Blaine, taking in how Kurt blushed at the slightest compliment. Kurt, noticing how Blaine spoke with lively facial expressions, even in silence. Both finding the other extremely adorable, and neither wanting their time to end.

So they didn’t let it.

The caf� did eventually have to close, but they just sat in Blaine’s car talking fpr hours. And when they did have to part ways, because sleep does get the best of people, they still texted, falling asleep with phones in hand, ready to continue the conversation in the morning or make plans to see eachother again.

And it went on like this. This easy conversation, this learning more about each other, this never wanting to be apart.

They were both so adorable, it was sick. Except it wasn’t sick at all, because they were just that adorable.

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Since their relationship just sort of –began- and although there was a first date, and first kisses, and lots of other first things, there was no official date to claim as the anniversary of when they got together. But both of them felt like that first encounter at the movies was when he’d become committed to the other. So when the time came around, that’s the day they celebrated.