Blaine saw Kurt every single day for the next week and if it wasn't for the huge smile that would light up Kurt's face when he arrived, he'd think Kurt would be getting sick of it. But every day at roughly a quarter to seven, Blaine would walk into the Diner and sit up at the bar and Kurt would turn to him and smile so wide that butterflies erupted in Blaine's stomach. He always smiled back shyly and Kurt went about preparing his coffee for him. They would talk over the bar constantly, only stopping when Kurt had to see to other customers and chat with them for a bit, but he would always find his way back to Blaine. Blaine was positively ecstatic with his new friend and he couldn't help but gush to Nick when he had phoned the previous night. Nick had pretended to be upset, accusing Blaine of replacing him but in all seriousness he was over the moon that Blaine had found somebody in his city that he was comfortable with. Somebody who appeared to be just as comfortable with Blaine.

"Are you sitting in that Diner again?" Jeff asked down the phone, causing Blaine to blush slightly as he stirred his coffee.

"No" He lied and heard Jeff scoff down the phone at him. Blaine sighed and put down the spoon before cupping his hand around the coffee. He glanced over at Kurt who was laughing at something an elderly man had said to him. Blaine felt the familiar swoop of his stomach at the sight and sighed happily.

"I can't believe Nick told you" Blaine complained. Really he should have known better because Nick and Jeff told each other literally everything. But he had secretly hoped his gushing wouldn't meet the attention of his other 3 friends just yet. It was wishful thinking clearly.

"I can't believe you didn't! Oh it's okay, I've only been your friend since forever, why would I want to know about some guy-"

"Jeff, shut up," Blaine laughed down the phone which caught Kurt's attention, looking over at Blaine with a warm smile on his face. Blaine pointed to his phone and rolled his eyes which made Kurt laugh.

"You know I would have eventually told you, I just didn't want to blow things out of proportion if what I had thought as a budding friendship was actually just an act of kindness"

"Yet you told Nick" Blaine could practically hear the pout on Jeff's lips.

"I told Nick because if things were to have gone badly then he would have comforted me, you would have come over here to plot some kind of evil revenge and don't try to deny that"

"I will not dispute that...why are you so interested in him anyway? Because Blaine if you really need to get laid I'm sure there are plenty of willing guys that-"

"No!" Blaine interrupted, shaking his head at the mere prospect, "No, God, it isn't about sex at all...I mean he's gorgeous and amazing, but it isn't about sex...and trust me there are willing men but they all suck"

"Isn't that the point?"

"Jeff!

"So what's special about this guy?"

Blaine sighed softly down the phone, looking over to Kurt who was at the other end of the bar, waiting by the hatch in which food came out from the kitchen. He picked up two plates and handed them to a waitress who rolled away to a table on the other side of the room. Kurt went back to his conversation with the older gentleman and he looked positively enthralled. It made Blaine's heart warm that Kurt was so interested in listening to other people's stories.

"He's just amazing Jeff...he's smart and interesting, we talk about musicals and our old high schools...he was in his schools Glee club you know? And he's beautiful and graceful and he actually gives a damn about what I say...and he's coming this way so I gotta go...I'll phone you back later"

"I just threw up in my mouth, cya lover boy"

Blaine ended the call and quickly shoved his phone back into the pocket of his slacks. He smiled brightly at Kurt who was coming over to refill his coffee cup.

"Hey, no need to end the call on my watch" Kurt smiled and Blaine shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

"He had to go anyway," Blaine lied smoothly, returning the smile. "Whatever that man has been saying has definitely caught your attention...should I be worried?"

Blaine blushed slightly as soon as the words had left his mouth. He and Kurt were in no sort of relationship therefore even if the strangest situation of Kurt and the older man ever did occur, he would have no place to be worried anyway. Kurt just smiled softy at him, no hint of discomfort anywhere on his features.

"He was telling me this incredible story about his wife who passed away last month, he was so strong about it, telling me how life is full of beauty and if we waste away pondering over the bad things then we completely miss out on true happiness... he's so inspiring Blaine, I could have sat and listened to him all day"

"Hey, don't stop on my watch" Blaine joked although he couldn't help but feel envious that the old man had completely captured Kurt's affection. He fidgeted on his stool, feeling slightly put out that he wasn't as interesting to Kurt as an old man was.

"It's okay, I have a bigger, younger and hotter inspiration to talk to anyway," Kurt winked at him playfully, "And hey, the 'He' on your phonecall had you blushing every 10 seconds...perhaps I'm the one that should be worried" Kurt grinned, passing Blaine the fresh cup of coffee before turning away again, leaving Blaine completely and utterly infatuated.

---

The next day at work, Blaine was having a particularly shitty day. His father had shouted at him infront of the entire office, much to Blaine's embarrassment, about a peice of work that Blaine hadn't completed to his father's standards. It was only 11:30 in the morning and Blaine was already hating himself, hating his job, hating his father and hating his God damn life.

When he was finished being shouted at, he returned to his office and sat down in his chair, shaking uncontrollably. He took a couple of deep breaths to try and calm himself down but it didn't help at all. He couldn't believe his father still had the power to scare the shit out of him at the age of 25. He was an adult, he was supposed to be in control of his life, not allowing other people to tower over him and tell him how much of a failure he was. More importantly, Blaine shouldn't let it get to him, especially when he had four people who loved him for exactly who he was. Four people who believed in him.

With that thought in mind, Blaine pulled out his phone and with shaking hands he sent a message to the most important person in his life currently.

(11:36) To Kurt: Coming in for lunch...if you're at work, prepare the strongest spirit you have

(11:37) To Kurt: And a gun

Blaine didn't receive a reply until he was standing up from his office chair, grabbing his wallet and making his way out of the door.

(12:19) From Kurt: It's often said that the customer knows best and we should give them what they want...but in this case I think I will refuse you both the drink and the gun and instead will offer you a hug and somebody to talk to

(12:21) To Kurt: I guess that would work too...on my way now

---

Blaine pushed open the door of the diner and automatically spotted Kurt sitting at the bar on one of the stools. He turned to Blaine as the door swung shut and smiled brightly, motioning for Blaine to join him.

"Hey cutie, what brings you to this side of the bar?" Blaine joked, sliding on the stool next to Kurt who pushed his shoulder playfully.

"I was working the morning shift but after receiving such a depressing text from a certain someone I figured I could stick around and catch lunch with you instead of serving you coffee for a change" Kurt smiled softly at Blaine whose breath caught in his throat at the sight.

"Okay" He said, his voice a fair amount higher than usual but he couldn't bring himself to be embarrassed about it, not when Kurt was still looking at him in such a beautiful way.

They both ordered sandwiches and cokes for lunch before Blaine removed his suit jacket and his bag, placing both on top of the bar. Kurt turned to him fully, leaning his elbow on the bar and then resting his cheek in the palm of his hand.

"You have my full devoted attention"

Blaine explained his day so far, finding that the words came so easily to his lips when explaining his anger yet not feeling any of the emotion whilst Kurt was in his presence. He welcomed it however, feeling grateful that Kurt had that effect on him.

"So you work for your dad?" Kurt asked when Blaine had finished his story and they had both finished their lunches, plates pushed to the side. Blaine was drinking his coke through a straw and nodded his head.

"Unfortunately," He sighed, pulling his mouth away from the straw so he could speak, "I definitely did not choose to and yes before you ask, he is the one at the office who would not punch me playfully due to a hickey"

"Would you like to talk about something else to take your mind off it?" Kurt asked gently, causing Blaine to look over to him. In that moment, everything changed.

Blaine realised that he had never seen Kurt without the neon signs of the Diner flashing across his face and even a detail as tiny as that still made a big difference. Kurt's face was still beautiful, his smile soft and his eyes currently similar to a calm sea. But his face seemed clearer without the harsh lights hitting it and Blaine didn't know if it was possible but without the lights Kurt appeared even more truthworthy...more amazing. Because Kurt wasn't working yet he was still sat there with Blaine, offering to change the subject because he knew Blaine was getting uncomfortable. In that moment, it wasn't Kurt's job to listen to a customer whine, he actively went out of his way to listen to Blaine. And that made all the difference. That made Blaine realise how badly he had fallen for a guy he barely knew and how badly he wanted to know every little detail about him.

"I've been thinking," Blaine started, pushing his coke away and looking back to Kurt who was smirking.

"Careful, you might hurt something"

"Wow Kurt, I didn't know you were a comedian" Blaine rolled his eyes at his friend before laughing.

"I'm a man of many talents" Kurt winked, causing Blaine to blush and wave a hand between the two of them.

"Anyway, I've been thinking, that first night we met you pretty much summed up my life in a minute...can I try and do the same about you?" Blaine asked, feeling a little excited and not just because he would have a perfectly valid excuse to let his eyes wander Kurt's body.

"Unfair, you know me better now than I knew you back then" Kurt frowned, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting. Blaine surpressed the urge to lean over and kiss the pout away.

"Kurt, it was last week, you make it seem like it was years ago," Blaine laughed when a smile threatened to take over Kurt's mouth, "Just let me try, okay?"

"Fine" Kurt sighed, letting his hands clasp together in his lap. Blaine turned to face Kurt fully and let his eyes wander. The first thing he noticed were the specks of colour on Kurt's skin tight white jeans. Blaine didn't let his eyes linger there for too long however because they were seriously tight and Blaine was only a mere man and couldn't control his reactions.

It turned out that Kurt was a seriously hard person to figure out just from looking. Sure, Blaine gathered that he enjoyed art, and he knew from experience that he enjoyed his job.

"This is hard," Blaine whined, "How on earth did you figure me out?"

"I like to keep people guessing, do you give up?" Kurt asked, victory thick in his tone. Blaine frowned and shook his head, trying to work out the puzzle that was Kurt.

A few minutes later, Blaine sat back on his stool and nodded. He took a deep breath as Kurt smirked.

"Do your worst"

"Okay...okay so you have paint on your clothes, like all of your clothes that I've seen you in so you must be an artist. You always wear clothes that look expensive and designer, so I don't know...maybe you're into fashion?

"Also, whenever you move or even when you're sitting down, like now, you're always elegant, as if you're doing it for a crowd. So I guess you could be into acting? Wait no...you always sing along to the music in here and your voice is amazing so if you pair that with the acting and also the fact you like musicals...you must want to be involved in musical theatre...or at least you used to and it still hasn't left your head or your heart"

Blaine stopped to allow himself one more look at the entirety of Kurt, drinking the sight in. He took another breath before meeting his friends intrigued eyes.

"You listen to people in here so intently that it gives me the impression that you aren't happy with your own life stories or maybe lack thereof so you fill your thoughts up with others'. And lastly...you always look so well presented, you dress as if you came off the runway and you never have a hair out of place and..."

Blaine doesn't want to finish the sentence because he wasn't sure if it might offend Kurt or even just weird him out that Blaine had noticed so much. But Kurt raised a perfect eyebrow.

"And...?" He encouraged.

"I believe that it is because you encourage people to feel good about themselves and you tell them that they deserve happiness in life yet you don't feel it for yourself...I feel that you take so much care of your appearance because you worry what people would think of you if you didn't look as impeccable as you do everyday...I don't believe you know how truely beautiful you really are" Blaine finished, blushing slightly at the last part. He hadn't really meant to say that bit but he couldn't take the words back now even if he wanted to.

Kurt let out a shakey breath and laughed softly to himself, catching Blaine's gaze and causing Blaine's entire being to hum pleasantly at the look he was being given.

"You think I'm beautiful?" Kurt asked softly, as if the answer was the most important thing in the entire world. And even though Blaine was making himself look like the completely star-struck fool he was, he couldn't deny Kurt the truth.

"I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever met...inside and out" Blaine replied as sincerely as possible.

Kurt laughed again and ducked his head as a pink blush painted his smooth porcelain skin. Blaine ached to reach over and feel the warmth that must be emitting from it.

"That was intense, I now know how you felt when I did it to you" Kurt said, looking back up and smiling at Blaine.

"Was I right then?" Blaine asked.

"You were 99% correct...however I'm not an artist, I just enjoy creating art," Kurt stared intently at Blaine until their eyes met, "I especially like painting things that catch my affections"

Blaine could almost feel the hidden message in his words, it hummed through his body, warm and comforting. As Blaine looked into Kurt's wide, honest eyes he got the impression that his infatuation was not a one sided occurence. That feelings may be returned between Kurt and himself. And if that were the case, Blaine couldn't help but smile brightly at Kurt, their eyes never leaving each others. Kurt reached forward to take hold of one of Blaine's hands, his thumb running softly against the back of it. Kurt's hand was smooth and warm in his own and Blaine clasped onto it like it was a lifeline.

It felt like time had stopped and the only thing left in the world were the two men who were gripping hands and leaning unconsciously toward each other, their eyes never leaving the others. Blaine's heart was beating so heavily in his chest that he could have sworn that Kurt could hear it but all he could really think about was how close Kurt's face was to his as they leant against the bar. Blaine's eyes finally left the beauty of Kurt's to flicker down to his lips instead and if he just leant over a tiny little bit then he would close the gap between their mouths.

Blaine instantly drew back, as did Kurt, when someone appeared to the right of them and cleared away their plates and glasses. Blaine tried desperately to not frown at the waitress who didn't appear to understand that she had just broken the best moment in Blaine's entire life. Needless to say, his efforts were wasted and he frowned when she turned away as if she hadn't just ruined Blaine's entire day all over again.

Kurt coughed softly which made Blaine look back to him and he instantly blushed now that time had re-started. He laughed gently and rolled his eyes a little at the situation which caused Kurt to laugh also.

Time.

"Fuck" Blaine muttered, instantly standing up and realising that his hand was still in Kurt's when Kurt squeezed it softly.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked anxiously, his eyes so full of worry that Blaine couldn't help but place his free hand against Kurt's cheek. It felt as smooth and perfect as it looked and Blaine let his thumb brush against Kurt's cheekbone gently before pulling his hand away.

"We've been talking for over an hour, I'm meant to be back in the office...he's going to murder me" Blaine sighed, letting go of Kurt's hand sadly so that he could pull his jacket on. Kurt stood up also when Blaine lifted his bag onto his shoulder. They walked to the door together, their hands brushing by their sides. Blaine opened the door and let Kurt pass through it before joining him on the sidewalk. Kurt turned to him and smiled.

"If you're working tomorrow night, I'd love to see some of your paintings" Blaine grinned. Kurt laughed and looked down to the pavement before meeting Blaine's eyes again.

"Or you could come over to my place after you finish work today?" Kurt suggested, his voice soft and innocent, "I mean...some of the paintings are quite big so I wouldn't be able to bring them in"

Blaine was pretty sure he was going to have a heart attack right there and then in the middle of a street. The thought of being completely alone somewhere with Kurt sent shivers straight down his spine and he was nodding his head before he could even process it properly.

"Y-yeah...that sounds great, I'd love to" Blaine stammered out and Kurt nodded, smiling at Blaine again.

"I'll text you the address later," Kurt blushed slightly, "I could cook us dinner"

"Sounds perfect...I'm sorry I really have to go" Blaine sighed as Kurt started walking backwards down the street, smiling brightly. Blaine wanted to run back to the other man and scoop him up in his arms, promising to never let go. But his feet appeared to be glued to the pavement.

"I'll see you tonight, Blaine" Kurt called out before winking and turning around to continue walking down the street. Blaine took a deep breath to calm his nerves before walking as quickly as his legs could carry him back to his office.

---

Blaine felt so high on life that he was practically skipping into the office when his father caught him, yanking him by the arm into his main office. Blaine tried to struggle out of his grasp but it was no use, his father's grip was strong. He only let go when they were both through the door and his father had slammed it shut. He crossed the room and sat down behind his desk, glaring up at Blaine.

"Did you need something?" Blaine grumbled, rubbing his arm and hoping that bruises wouldn't form on it.

"Yes actually," His father replied in his deep voice, void of any emotion except distaste, "I need you to stop flaunting your disgusting ways on the street when you're supposed to be working"

Blaine's stomach dropped violently which made his breathing catch in his throat. He didn't for one second assume that somebody would be looking out of the office windows and across the street to where Blaine had been standing with Kurt minutes before. They hadn't even touched for God's sake, they were just talking and making plans. Plans which made Blaine's skin tingle with excitement even then infront of his father who was frowning at him.

"I apologise for talking to another man," Blaine rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, "You'll have to explain to the others why I can't speak to them anymore"

"Don't you dare talk to me like that, may I remind you that if it wasn't for me and your mother you would have nothing, no job and no place to live," Mr. Anderson shouted, causing Blaine to flinch back slightly from the voice, "The twink you were with was obviously a fucking fairy and I won't accept you being with those types when you're supposed to be at work"

"You don't accept me anyway" Blaine muttered bitterly, looking down at the floor.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing Dad, I won't let it happen again" Blaine sighed, moving to the door and turning the handle.

"Damn right you won't," Blaine was almost through the door when his father spoke again, "And Blaine? Don't embarrass me by refering to me as your father in my place of work"

Blaine swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded quickly before pulling the door shut behind him. He rushed to his office, refusing to let anybody see him cry at his father's words. Once behind his closed door however he let the tears run freely down his cheeks as he sobbed into his hands. His body was shaking violently and he didn't even bother to try and control himself, knowing it would be no use.

It wasn't often that Blaine's father would reduce his son to tears, but when he did it was almost like Blaine would cry the tears that should have been cried the numerous amount of times Mr. Anderson had been an arsehole to him. Which was often. Usually he could handle it because he was used to it, being called a disappointment sucked of course but he was called it so often that it just made Blaine numb. But this time his father had openly showed Blaine that he was embarrassed to be related to him. He didn't want to be acknowledged as Blaine's father in the work place because Blaine was worthless in his eyes.

The only saving grace for Blaine in that moment was the fact he was going to see Kurt later that day. If he could just hold out for a few more hours than he would be free to spend time with the most amazing person he had ever met.

And that was enough motivation for Blaine to wipe his tears away and take a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He pulled out his phone and opened up a new text.

(13:46) To Kurt: I hope you have icecream because I'm in desperate need of comfort food

He put his phone back down on the desk, not expecting Kurt to reply straight away so he was suprised when his phone started buzzing as he typed something into his computer.

(13:47) From Kurt: no such luck I'm afraid...I can go get some? What's happened? x

(13:49) To Kurt: It's okay I'll pick some up on the way over...just my dad being a shit excuse for one...tell you about it later

Blaine bit his lip before he started to type out an extra message.

(13:49) To Kurt: I can't wait to see you...

(13:53) From Kurt: I'll be waiting with spoons and open arms...I can't wait to see you either...x

Blaine smiled shyly at the text and put his phone away without replying. He was happy to leave the conversation there and also he really should be getting some work done if he didn't want his father at his throat again. It was sort of extremely difficult to focus on Law when all he wanted to do was see Kurt's beautiful face smiling back at him and to feel safe once more by his side.

---

Blaine had texted Kurt his address just before Blaine had packed up his things and after stopping off at a shop, Blaine found himself pressing the button on the intercom for Kurt's apartment. Kurt's voice quickly greeted him and he buzzed the door open for Blaine who pushed it open and walked through.

He wasn't sure what floor Kurt would be on so he kept an eye on the numbers on each door to make sure he didn't walk straight past number 9. He eventually found it on the third floor and Kurt was leaning against the door way waiting for him, smiling at Blaine as he came up the stairs. Butterflies fluttered in Blaine's stomach at the sight of him.

"Hello stranger" He grinned as Blaine walked over to him.

"Hi" He said breathlessly but more because of the flawless man in front of him rather than the two flights of staircases he had just climbed.

"Welcome to my humble abode" Kurt grinned, holding the door open for Blaine who walked through and found himself in a small hallway. The door to his right led to a spacious living room. He passed the shopping bag to Kurt who took it and peeked inside as he walked through the living room. Blaine glanced back down the hallway and saw three other doors which he assumed were bedrooms and a bathroom before following after Kurt.

"I bought a bottle of wine for dinner, I guessed you'd need a drink after I'm through complaining to you yet again" Blaine explained as he walked into the living room and looked around. He heard Kurt laugh from a room that joined onto the living room which he assumed was the kitchen. There was a television set up against the wall with a DVD player beneath it. A red sofa which looked well used but incredibly comfy was opposite the television with a glass coffee table placed in between. In the corner of the room stood a bookcase which was full of various different genres of books when Blaine stepped forward to examine. He ran his hands along the spines and smiled when he saw a few of his favourites amongst some he had never heard of before. Photo frames covered a lot of the wall space and Blaine was looking at a particular photo of Kurt and a girl with brunette hair when Kurt came over to stand next to him.

"That's Rachel, my flat mate and for some very strange reason my best friend" Kurt explained, motioning to the girl in the picture with him. They had their arms wrapped around each other and were smiling brightly at the camera.

"Now Kurt let's not pretend you don't love me to pieces" A voice said from the doorway, causing both boys to turn to it. The girl, Rachel, was standing with her hands on her hips, looking at Kurt with a sly smile on her face.

"Rach, this is Blaine, the one I was telling you about" Kurt introduced. Blaine felt his heart skip happily at the mention of Kurt talking about him to somebody else. Rachel came forward and held out a hand to which Blaine shook.

"Pleasure to meet you" He said politely, smiling at Kurt's best friend. She returned the smile before letting go of his hand.

"Likewise, perhaps now that we've actually met Kurt will shut up talking about you nonstop, I highly doubt it though" Rachel sighed as she looked through the purse that hung from her shoulder. Kurt flailed at Blaine's side and quickly rushed over to Rachel, turning her around and pushing at her shoulders until she reached the front door.

"Time for you to go! Love you see you later!" He laughed nervously, opening the door and pushing her out.

"Bye Blaine!" Rachel called over her shoulder before the door shut behind her.
Kurt turned back to Blaine who had a pleased smile on his face. The blush on Kurt's cheeks was the most adorable thing Blaine had ever seen, even as Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Wipe that smile off your face and tell me all about your day over dinner" Kurt grinned, heading into the kitchen again.

They ended up sitting side by side on the sofa, which was totally as comfortable as it looked, with their dinner in their laps. Kurt explained that even though there was room in the living room for a dining table, neither he nor Rachel usually invited people over for dinner, not often enough to actually bother purchasing one. Kurt said it so casually as if it didn't cause Blaine to squeal happily in his head at the fact that coming over for dinner was a rarity yet there he was having dinner with Kurt.

Blaine almost died when he ate his first mouthful of the pasta dish Kurt had cooked. It was possibly the best thing Blaine had ever eaten and he couldn't help the soft moan that passed his lips. Kurt looked up at him, his eyes wide.

"This is amazing...what even is this?" Blaine asked, swallowing another forkful of pasta. Kurt laughed and raised an eyebrow.

"It's just pasta in a carbonara sauce which I didn't even make if we're being honest here, it's totally out of a jar" Kurt winked playfully before eating a mouthful himself.

"I live off bagels at my house, I barely know how to work the microwave so this is pretty much the equivalent to a 5 star dinner for me" Blaine explained, trying to eat the food as gracefully as possible in front of Kurt.

"I'll check out who made the sauce and let them know you approve of it yeah?" Kurt suggested making Blaine roll his eyes.

"Shh you, let me complain about my day"

Blaine retold the story of what had happened with his father, leaving out the bit where he had called Kurt a fairy. That was definitely not needed when everything was going perfectly between the two men. Their empty plates were on the coffee table and they each had a glass of wine in one hand and a spoon in the other, a tub of the most expensive icecream Blaine could find sitting inbetween Blaine's right leg and Kurt's left. Kurt's foot had found its way over to Blaine's and he linked their ankles together casually, not pausing from his speech as to why Blaine's father was a complete dick. They were in such close proximity that

Blaine could see the way Kurt's lips glistened from where he licked his lips after each bite of icecream. Blaine ached to lean closer and find out if the icecream tasted even better from Kurt's lips but he didn't, not wanting to rush things.

"Oh!" Kurt exclaimed suddenly, putting his spoon into the tub of icecream and taking Blaine's spoon to do the same. Blaine whined and tried to reach out for it again when Kurt laughed and put the tub onto the coffee table.

"We can come back to it," Kurt smiled, unlacing his ankle from Blaine's and standing up, offering his hand to Blaine, "I promised to show you something"

The butterflies that were now constantly in Blaine's stomach fluttered violently, threatening to make Blaine throw up the icecream he had just eaten. He grinned and took Kurt's hand which was still cold from handling the icecream tub. Kurt pulled him up to his feet and their chests were flush against each other. Kurt laughed softly and laced their fingers together, pulling Blaine in the direction of the hallway. Blaine tried to calm his nerves but it was useless, any control was completely useless when Kurt was present.

Kurt stopped outside the second door along in the hallway and turned to Blaine.

"It's a bit of a mess," Kurt said, placing his free hand on the door handle before turning back to Blaine again, "And promise me you won't freak out"

"Why would I freak out?" Blaine asked smoothly, freaking out completely already.

"Just promise me?" Kurt asked, his eyes wide and anxious and Blaine had no choice but to nod. He was pretty sure that if Kurt had asked Blaine to rob a bank whilst looking at him like that, Blaine would suddenly be a lot richer or possibly in jail.

"I promise" He agreed finally, his voice soft in the dark hallway. Kurt nodded himself and opened the door which led to what Blaine presumed to be his bedroom.

Once inside the room, Blaine instantly noticed that Kurt had played down exactly how much of a mess the room was. Paint splattered dust sheets covered most of the floor and one was thrown carelessly across the bed that was pushed up against the left wall. Numerous amounts of different sized canvases were propped up against the 3 other walls with an easel set up in the corner. The canvas that sat on it was covered by another sheet. A few of the canvases on the floor were blank and untouched but the majority of them all had various different paintings and splashes of colour on them, varying from flowers to people to bright city lights. There were so many paintings that Blaine was surprised that Kurt had managed to fit in a bedside table and a wardrobe into the room.

Blaine was mesmerized by the sheer beauty of each canvas however and had to stop himself from reaching out to touch the paintings. He turned to Kurt instead who looked positively frightened at the prospect of Blaine viewing his art work. It hit Blaine suddenly how nerve-racking it must be for Kurt to let Blaine see the paintings. Kurt clearly put a lot of effort and time into the beautiful creations that littered his room and he couldn't have had an idea as to how Blaine would react to them. Yet Kurt still allowed him into the room, opening another door to his life for Blaine to walk through.

Blaine grasped both of Kurt's hands in his own, lacing their fingers together bravely. Kurt licked his lip nervously and Blaine smiled.

"They're amazing...you're amazing, Kurt" Blaine sighed, running his thumbs along Kurt's softly. A smile fell upon Kurt's features and he ducked his head shyly.

"Thank you," He mumbled, peeking at Blaine through his eyelashes which had Blaine's stomach swoop, "There's one more I'd like you to see though"

Kurt dropped one of Blaine's hands and pulled him by the other one over to the covered easel. He squeezed Blaine's hand in his as he pulled the cover off of the canvas.

Blaine literally gasped when the painting was revealed because holy hell that was him. He was sitting on his usual stool at the Diner and his hair was messy and ungelled from where his hands had been constantly running through it due to stress. He was smiling softly, staring down at his coffee cup and it looked so realistic that Blaine had to step closer.

"Oh my" He whispered as he noticed how utterly perfect the painting was.

Everything was exactly right, his tie and the neon lights in the background, the small dimple on his right cheek. Blaine remembered Kurt snapping a picture of Blaine on his digital camera a few days previously but hadn't thought anything of it. Kurt had told him he wanted photos to remember the place if he ever decided to leave it, not that he planned to. It appeared however that the photo was actually for artistic purposes and Blaine couldn't help but blush at the fact Kurt must have looked at his photo a thousand times to get the painting so similar to it.

"Do you like it?" Kurt asked timidly from behind him. Blaine pulled his eyes away from the painting reluctantly, his heart pumping adrenaline through his blood stream. He reached his free hand up to cup Kurt's cheek before closing the distance between them finally. He was pressing his lips to Kurt's before he could really process what he was doing. Kurt's lips were soft against his and his eyes were shining brightly before they slowly closed. Blaine closed his own eyes and parted his lips slightly as Kurt did the same.

Their lips met again and again delicately and Blaine felt pure happiness flood throughout him. Kurt's free hand had found it's way to Blaine's neck and was resting there gently as they continued to kiss softly in front of the many canvases which held Kurt's most prized pieces of work.

When they eventually pulled away for air, Blaine leant his forehead against Kurt's, their lips still brushing gently. He could feel Kurt's warm breath on his skin and it made him shiver contently. He opened his eyes slowly to find Kurt looking back to him with happiness in his eyes.

"I love it" Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips before pressing a few more quick kisses there. Kurt laughed in delight and let go of Blaine's hand and neck to wrap his arms around his waist instead, pulling him closer. Blaine sighed softly and placed his arms around Kurt's shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He couldn't remember the last time that he felt so genuinely happy with the world and he didn't want the moment to end ever.