Finn caught the ball and looked up at Kurt. "Hey, Kurt what's –" he sat up quickly. "You've been crying! What's wrong?"

"I went to go see my mom," Kurt said, holding his hand out so he could help Finn stand up. "C'mon, let's go to the backyard. I'll even let you toss me the football and I'll send it back to you."

Finn's eyes widened as he let Kurt help pull him up. "Wow, must've been a heck of a day if you're willing to do that for me." He wrapped an arm around Kurt's shoulders. "You okay?"

Kurt sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I am now. I'll tell you about it when we get in the backyard."

Kurt had insisted on a large privacy fence in their backyard so he could do things exactly like this—letting Finn toss the football toward him—he'd stop it when it got in his general direction—and he'd send it back to Finn. He told Finn about Blaine's visit to the shop, and then what Burt had said.

"So you are able to date? See, I told you, man," Finn said, smiling and tossed the football at Kurt again.

Kurt stopped the football right before it hit the ground and sent it back with a spiral, laughing when Finn had to dive to catch it. "It can't all be easy for you, quarterback. I just," he let out puff of breath, "Even if, and that's a huge if, Blaine has any feelings for me like my dad seems to think he does… which that alone is so wrong on so many levels, by the way… I wouldn't know the first thing about," he scrunched up his face, "dating."

"I've been on plenty of dates!" Finn grinned, catching the ball again easily. "I can finally give you brotherly advice!"

"Oh man, dating advice from you?" Kurt groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Besides, he just had that disaster with Jeramiah. There'd be no way he'd like me. I don't even want to get my hopes up. I just need to get over him."

Finn shrugged and tossed the ball back to Kurt. "You can like two people at once, bro. Sometimes you can't help it. It just creeps up on you."

Kurt let the ball fall to the ground, letting Finn know he was done. "I don't want to think about how many times you've gone back and forth between Quinn and Rachel. I think I'm done thinking about it for right now."

"Hey," Finn said, jogging up to Kurt. He clapped a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "It'll be fine, you'll date, now that you know it's perfectly okay. Whether it's Blaine or some other guy, you'll find someone."

Kurt turned to Finn and looked at him with an odd expression. "When did you get so concerned with my dating life? Especially since it's nonexistent?"

Finn shrugged and shook Kurt a little. "I dunno, man. I just want you to be happy. I don't want to walk into another closet explosion anytime soon! That was kinda scary, dude."

Leaning into Finn, Kurt sighed. "Thanks Finn, for everything. It's nice to be able to have someone other than my dad to talk to about this stuff."

"Hey," Finn said, grinning. "What are brothers for?"

We won ours! How about you, boo? Did you find out yet?

Kurt turned his body so he could hide his phone while they waited to hear the results. He was tucked behind Nick and Jeff so he was sure no one could see him secretly texting Mercedes. He quickly tapped out a message back.

Congrats! They're just about to announce here. Let you know soon!

Soon Kurt saw all his fellow Warbler's arms shoot up in the air, he had completely missed hearing the announcement, having been so focused on trying to text in secret. Oh, hey. They had won first place.

Just like Blaine had predicted.

Kurt quickly shoved his phone in his pocket and looked around, everyone was hugging each other. He smiled and looked for Blaine, who was currently holding their first place trophy in one hand and had his other arm around Wes, grinning like an idiot.

Kurt knew Blaine pretty much had won it for them, so he deserved all the praise he was getting. Blaine had rocked it. He felt a hand clap on his shoulder and he looked over at Jeff, nodding. He still didn't feel the way about the Warblers like he did about the New Directions, and couldn't help feeling a little pang of sadness that he wasn't sharing this victory with them.

"Hey," Blaine said, and Kurt wondered how he had gotten in front of him so abruptly without him noticing.

"Hey yourself," Kurt answered, smiling.

"So most of the guys are all going to head over to David's to celebrate, he has a huge TV, care to join us?" Blaine asked, smiling and still clutching the trophy.

Kurt had been planning on meeting the New Directions gang over at Rachel's to celebrate, but those plans got pushed to the side quickly when Blaine's eyes turned pleading. "Sure, yeah. I'll come." He was a Warbler, now. Might as well celebrate the victory with them.

And, if he was completely honest with himself, there was no way he could've turned down a request from Blaine.

"Great!" Blaine said. "I'll text you the address, or you can follow me. That'd probably be easier, his subdivision gets a little crazy."

Kurt watched Blaine turn around, and Nick immediately jumped on Blaine's back, causing Blaine to almost drop the trophy but an ear to ear smile formed on Blaine's face, nonetheless. Kurt's heart ached a little bit; wishing he could be that carefree with Blaine, but there would be absolutely no way. That would be pretty out of character for himself, and would definitely give his feelings away. He bit his lip and pulled his phone back out of his pocket.

Sorry won't make it to Rach's – going to celebrate our WIN with the rest of the Warblers :D

Kurt barely had put his phone back in his pocket before it vibrated.

Yay! See you at REGIONALS! Will Blaine be at this celebration? ;)

Kurt rolled his eyes and quick checked that no one was paying attention to him. Everyone had started to leave, most heading to David's house.

Yes, he will. He invited me out with them. It's a group thing. Don't start.

Kurt put his phone away—for good—ignoring it when it vibrated, knowing exactly what it said. He looked up and it was just him and Blaine standing there, now. Wow, everyone had emptied out fast.

"Ready to head out?" Blaine asked, smiling.

"Yeah," Kurt said, and followed Blaine out to the parking lot.

David's house was pretty big, and Blaine hadn't been kidding about the huge TV. Most everyone that had come over had dumped their blazers and ties in their cars and were now crashed around the various pieces of furniture in David's entertainment room, arguing about what video game to play.

"Hey, Kurt, want anything to drink?" Blaine called from the stairway.

"Hey, you didn't offer the rest of us anything!" Jeff called.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "That's because all of you have been here before, Kurt hasn't, he doesn't know where anything is."

Kurt craned his neck around and looked at Blaine from his seat in an oversized recliner. "Diet anything, is fine. Thanks."

"Sure," Blaine said, running up the stairs.

Kurt listened to the guys, still arguing, not really caring to join in because honestly, he didn't care about video games, at all. That was Finn's thing. He looked up when a can of Diet Coke suddenly appeared in front of his face and his breath caught in his throat.

Ohmygod.

Blaine had unbuttoned his shirt completely, rolled up his sleeves, and his undershirt was very tight. Kurt could see how well defined his chest and abs were. He had to quickly dart his eyes away and cough, grabbing the can. "Thanks."

"Hey, scoot," Blaine said, gesturing at the chair.

"Hmm?" Kurt said, raising an eyebrow.

Blaine made another gesture at him. "Scoot over, there's more than enough room for the two of us in that chair."

"Oh, okay," Kurt said softly, and moved over. He forced himself to control his breathing when he felt Blaine slide in next to him; his entire right side against Blaine's left. This was the most contact he'd ever had with Blaine and wow, Blaine was warm. He swallowed hard and stared at his soda can. Right. Not opening it would look weird.

He wasn't sure he could move right this second, even if he tried. Of course he could open the soda can, but there's no way he would risk anyone seeing that. Especially Blaine. He was startled out of his trance when he heard Nick's voice.

"Blaine! Madden?"

"Nah," Blaine said, "I'll pass this round and just watch." He shifted slightly and rested his hand on Kurt's knee. "So, what did you think of today?"

Kurt had to put the can down on the end table beside the chair because otherwise he might end up crushing it, or something equally horrible and obvious. He was having a hard time even seeing straight and could hardly focus on anything but Blaine's hand on his knee. Seriously, Kurt swallowed hard. Blaine had no idea what he was doing to him right now. "It was fun," Kurt said in the most controlled voice he could muster. "It was nice to win, that's for sure. Clearly that was all you."

Blaine quickly squeezed his hand and let go, and Kurt was almost thankful for the loss of contact, he could think again. "It definitely wasn't just me, you guys sounded amazing—Jeff, that was a horrible play! Do you even know what you're doing? C'mon!" Blaine called, pointing at the TV. "Anyways," he laughed.

"Anyways," Kurt sighed, keeping his hands locked together in his lap. He couldn't even look at Blaine right now, afraid that if he did, his eyes would give everything away. He just stared straight ahead, everything out of focus.

If Kurt had been paying attention, he would've noticed Blaine fidgeting and flexing his fingers in his left hand a few times before he did something that Kurt didn't expect.

At all.

Blaine had grabbed Kurt's right hand, pulled it away from where it was locked together with his other hand and intertwined their fingers.

That got Kurt to focus.

His eyes widened and he turned his head sharply to look at Blaine, who was looking at the TV, but with a smile on his face. Kurt could barely hear anything over his erratic heartbeat. "B-Blaine?" he managed to get out, but Blaine just shook his head, still not turning to look at Kurt.

"Shh," he said, and squeezed Kurt's hand.

Kurt glanced down at their hands, and back up at Blaine, wishing now more than ever that somehow mind reading was one of his abilities. What the hell was Blaine doing? What on earth did this mean? Nothing? Everything? Why wasn't Blaine saying anything? It was becoming infuriating. He needed a distraction.

Glancing around, he knew he couldn't just… move something. That wouldn't do. His eyes landed on the TV and he sighed. He'd have to do it. He turned the TV off, which was met by a loud uproar.

"What!"

"I was just about to score!"

"Who sat on the remote?"

Even Blaine was a little distracted, so that gave Kurt the chance to pull his hand away and stand up. He quickly left the room and went up the stairs. He was at the front door when Blaine called his name. He turned around and sighed. "Yes?"

"Kurt why were you—" Blaine started, looking at Kurt's hand on the front door. "You were just going to leave? Why?"

Kurt let go of the door and rubbed the front of his right hand across his forehead, closing his eyes tightly. "I think you know why, Blaine." When he opened his eyes he was almost shocked at the amount of hurt he saw in Blaine's eyes.

"Kurt," Blaine, stepping forward. "I'm sorry if I—I'm sorry if I was too forward, or if I was way off base, there. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

Kurt worried his bottom lip between his teeth and stared at his feet. He couldn't believe it. He must've been hearing things. This was impossible. "You weren't off base," he mumbled. Might as well get that out in the open, once and for all, he figured.

"Then why—" Blaine started, stepping closer to Kurt so he was directly in front of him. "Why'd you run away like that?"

"Blaine," Kurt breathed, finally looking up and meeting Blaine's eyes. He had to square his shoulders just a tiny amount to regain some control of the war that was going inside his body. "What about Jeramiah? You just said you were all in love with him and you did that crazy performance for him? There's no way you're over him already."

"Oh god," Blaine moaned, covering his face with a hand. "Please don't ever remind me of that, ever again. You'd be surprised how fast one can get over someone when something like that happens. Anyway, Kurt," he said, reaching out and grabbing one of Kurt's hands. "This is okay, isn't it?"

Kurt let his fingers intertwine with Blaine's and nodded ever so slightly. "Yeah, it's okay." Definitely okay. Kurt's heart was going to beat out of his chest. Holy crap.

"C'mon," Blaine said, tugging on Kurt's hand. "Let's go rejoin the guys. You're not going anywhere."