"Staying away from Finn again?"

Kurt smiled and turned to see Blaine standing behind him, suddenly thankful that he hadn't been doing anything because he hadn't heard Blaine approach him. "I just wanted to finish some of this before I headed home," he said, gesturing towards his textbook.

"Well I'll walk you out to your car if you're about done," Blaine said, rocking back on his heels.

Kurt shrugged. "Sure, I can always finish this later." He hadn't really seen Blaine all day, except for their brief few minutes at the Lima Bean before school, and even then they hadn't really had time to talk because it had been so busy and loud. He packed up his stuff quickly and walked beside Blaine towards the exit of the library. He glanced sideways towards Blaine, who looked off in his own little world, and down at their hands, which were soclose, but not close enough. Blaine, so far, had been the one to initiate contact every time. But, Kurt was allowed to do it too, right? There was no one else in the hallway, so with a surge of adrenaline before he lost his nerve, he quickly clasped his hand into Blaine's.

Blaine quickly turned his head toward Kurt and smiled, squeezing his hand. "So, how about I take you out to dinner Friday night?"

Kurt almost tripped over his feet. "L-like on a date?"

Blaine stopped walking right before the door that lead to the parking lot and turned towards Kurt, still holding Kurt's hand. "Yes, on a date. I'd like to do this right, Kurt."

Kurt took a deep breath before looking into Blaine's eyes. Control. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and he felt like he did the very first day he met Blaine, except his hands were behaving themselves, thank god. He smiled and nodded. "Friday sounds great." He blushed when Blaine jumped a little. "You're a goof."

"Yeah well," Blaine smiled and squeezed Kurt's hand. "Part of my charm."

Rolling his eyes, Kurt reached out to push the door open. He stopped suddenly and turned, biting his lip. "Oh, crap," he dropped Blaine's hand and rubbed his forehead, "McKinley's football team has a home game this Friday and I promised Finn I'd go this time."

Blaine's eyes sparkled and he shrugged. "I love football, we can go to the game together, if that's okay with you, and I'll take you out on Saturday."

Kurt wondered right then and there what it would be like to kiss Blaine, because it would've been the perfect moment for it. He wondered if he could handle it, because he was already having an urge to send a fireball down the hallway, or something equally crazy. Blaine was just so…perfect. "Of course you'd like football," Kurt smirked, "I'm just going to support Finn and a couple of the guys that are in glee are on the team, too. At least I won't be too lost anymore, from being on the team last year."

"Y-you were on the football team?" Blaine asked, eyes huge.

"Briefly," Kurt said, waving it off. He pushed himself through the door and waited for Blaine to follow him. "Long story."

"Kurt," Blaine laughed, bumping his hip against Kurt's as they walked out to the parking lot. "You and your long stories. So, you never answered me about Friday and Saturday."

Kurt reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. He rattled them in his hand and let out a puff of air. "Saturday sounds great," he tried, not looking straight at Blaine.

"But not Friday?"

Kurt could hear the slight hurt in Blaine's voice and he sighed, leaning up against his Navigator. Might as well get this out in the open. "Blaine, if you come with me to the game, all my friends will be there, and they'll go a bit crazy. You're not even my boyfriend yet—" his eyes widened when he said that. Oops, he hadn't meant to talk about that yet.

Blaine laughed and stepped right in front of Kurt, placing a hand on Kurt's right forearm. "Kurt, I can handle your friends. Plus, I'd love to be your boyfriend."

Kurt's eyes lit up and he met Blaine's gaze, almost slumping against his car with how intense Blaine was looking at him in that moment. Good lord he loved Blaine's eyes. "I—yeah. I'd love that too."

"Great, I—" Blaine paused, leaning forward and kissing Kurt on his cheek quickly, a blush already forming on his own cheeks, "I'll see you tomorrow." He squeezed Kurt's arm, dropped his hand, and started heading towards his own car.

Kurt's eyes followed Blaine and his hand was dying to do something really cheesy like reach up to his cheek to touch where Blaine's lips had just been.

Holy crap.

Blaine had just kissed him!

Kurt bit his lip to try to hide his smile and yeah, it was just a kiss on his cheek, but still. Blaine –his boyfriend—which, Kurt couldn't believe he was saying, had just kissed him on the cheek. And was taking him out on two dates this weekend.

He rolled his eyes skyward and unlocked his car, dragging himself into the driver's seat. He had to go home.

And do something.

Kurt pulled into his driveway and was a little disappointed when he didn't see Finn's car. He checked the clock on the dash and sighed, he still had some time till Finn would be home from football practice. Oh, well. Kurt was positively thrumming with energy—he needed a release. Finn would just miss out on the display.

He quickly made his way up to his room and tossed his bag on his bed. He stood in the middle of the room, leaned his head back with a huge grin on his face, unable to keep it contained, let his tie come off and sent it onto his bed. His blazer unbuttoned, slid off his arms, and he shot it into his closet. He untucked his shirt and unbuttoned every button at the same time, rolling his neck when he sent the shirt to the closet.

Kurt glanced at his dresser that was along the opposite wall, opened a drawer, and pulled a shirt from the top. As soon as the shirt was in reach he grabbed it and pulled it on.

Now he was comfortable. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent Finn a quick text.

You're going to miss your favorite show if you're not home soon.

He had made it halfway down the stairs his phone beeped at him.

Dude! We just finished, I won't even shower. I'll be home in 10.

Kurt laughed, pocketed his phone, and went out the backdoor. He started on the chairs, spinning each one of them, one right after the other. He could feel himself relaxing by the second. He glanced towards the end of the yard, at the cement wall that already had a few scorch marks on it and smiled.

He'd had his dad put that up after the fireball discovery in the bathroom. His fingers started flexing instinctively, but he shook his head and relaxed his hands.

He'd wait for Finn.

He knew how much Finn loved to watch him throw fireballs around.

Kurt stopped one of the chairs and sat down, debating whether texting Blaine would be a good idea. They had just seen each other. But, he was his boyfriend now, right? He could text him whenever he wanted, right? Just as he was about to pull his phone from his pocket, he heard a crash from inside the house.

Well, Finn was home.

He stood up and peeked his head in the door. "Finn, I'm already out here."

Finn came running through the house and met Kurt at the patio door, panting. "Holy crap, Kurt. Don't tease me with fire balls when I'm still at practice, I almost knocked Puck over trying to get out to my car. He thought I was finally going to get somewhere with Rachel."

Kurt rolled his eyes and pulled Finn through the doorway. "All Puck thinks about is sex," he stopped all the chairs so Finn wouldn't run into any of them. "I hope you didn't kill yourself getting home."

"Nah," Finn said, jumping back and forth on each foot. "So, what did Blaine do now that you want to throw fire balls?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "why do you think this has anything to do with Blaine?"

"Because," Finn dragged out the word a little. "Everything lately has had to do with Blaine, man. And that's totally cool!"

"Well," Kurt said, and he smiled, turning away from Finn, facing the cement barrier. "My boyfriend is taking me out on a date on Saturday and taking me to your football game on Friday." He yelped when he was suddenly picked up by Finn. "Oh my god Finn you put me down right now," he yelled, laughing.

"Or you'll what?" Finn grinned, spinning Kurt around. "You wouldn't dare get out of this yourself, even though I know you can." He put Kurt down and pulled him in a one armed hug. "Seriously, though. That's awesome. I can't wait to meet him."

Kurt rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You're lucky I like you. I could've easily gotten out of that."

Finn nodded and sat down on one of the chairs. "Now, bring on the fiya!"

"You, my dear brother," Kurt sighed, flicking his fingers against his hand, producing a fireball, "are far too obsessed with this." He sent it flying towards the cement wall, feeling the nervous energy draining from him immediately when the flame hit the wall and dissipated.

"Maybe," Finn grinned, watching another fireball fly towards the wall. "But, it's awesome, bro. You have no idea."