"Yes," he snaps when he pushes the phone against his ear.

"And this is the guy you wanted out of your life because you feared he would break your heart?" she deadpans.

"Yes," Kurt sighs.

"The 'straight' one who wears bow ties," she clarifies.

"He's not straight, Rachel. At least…not anymore."

Rachel giggles and Kurt rolls his eyes.

"So will you help me or not?" Kurt asks, trying to sound annoyed, but his voice comes out a little more hopeful than he planned.

"Whatever can snag you a really cute boyfriend," she chirps. "Give me half an hour." And the line goes dead before Kurt can say a thing.

Kurt is going to apologize to Blaine in the grandest, most spectacular way possible: A flash mob. The Barbaravention he planned with Puck and the rest of the Glee club in high school worked then, so who says this won't? And if it doesn't work out…Well, he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

Kurt is a little shocked when Rachel calls back exactly thirty minutes later, telling him that half of the Glee club from high school has agreed to help them out. Some of them go to school in Cleveland while others are in Lima which is a three hour drive. After a bit of talking and planning, they decide on the most perfect day, Valentines Day which happens to land on a Saturday this year.

Kurt is starting to believe that there is a God.

That night, Kurt sends Blaine a text message:

10:04 pm

Meet me in front of the Hollister this Saturday at 3 o'clock.

-K

Blaine responds:

10:10 pm

Why…?

-B

And Kurt simply says:

10:11 pm

Please. Just do it.

-K

The following morning Blaine responds:

9:50 am

Ok.

-B

o~o~o

Come Saturday morning, Kurt feels like he's going to vomit all day. He can eat breakfast and he can't have his morning coffee. He barely got any sleep and when he did he dreamt about Blaine and his mouth on him.

Kurt really hopes his plan doesn't fail.

They've decided on reusing choreography from one of their high school performances. 'Somebody To Love.' Kurt thinks the song fits.

"I'll give you guys the signal when we're ready for the music," Kurt says, a little breathless. His nerves are eating him from the inside out.

Rachel places both hands on his shoulders. "Everything will be fine," she says with a small smile.

Kurt nods shakily.

Operation "Apologize-to-your-almost-boyfriend-until-you-screwed-it-up-vention" is officially a go. It doesn't roll off the tongue and isn't as fluid sounding as the famous Barbaravention from high school, but Kurt doesn't really care at this point because he's far too nervous to begin caring about a name for this incredibly elaborate, insane apology meant for a boy he's only known for a few months.

A boy Kurt isn't ready to say goodbye to.

With a kiss to the cheek from Rachel and a pat on the back from Puck, Kurt nods and smiles as he walks away from the small group of friends. Friends he hasn't seen in a year, but knows he will never let go or forget. Friends who accepted him and helped him become as confident as he is today. Friends who helped him and agreed to go on with this stupid, crazy plan that might not even work.

But it's worth a try. Blaine is worth it.

Kurt closes his eyes, taking him a deep breath as he nods to himself and pulls out his cell phone. He quickly types a message to Blaine,

2:54 PM
I'm here. Where are you?
-K

When Blaine's message comes through, Kurt's heart flutters helplessly.

2:55 PM
Turn around.
-B

Kurt smiles to himself before turning his head to see Blaine sitting at the edge of the large fountain that sits in the middle of the courtyard.

Kurt slowly walks over to him and Blaine is staring up at him, eyes big and hazel and so, so very pretty.

"Hey," Kurt says softly, and he can barely hear his own voice over the sound of rushing water behind Blaine.

"Hi," Blaine responds as he finally smiles, but just barely. His eyebrows rise in silent question.

"There's a reason why I asked you to meet me here today," Kurt says finally after he takes a slow, deep breath. Blaine just continues looking up at him through beautiful eyes that remind Kurt, I can't lose you.

Kurt swallows before he steps back a few paces, eyes immediately finding his friends across the open space. He gives a small nod and they all run up to him, taking their places behind him.

And Kurt sings out the first word.

"Can…"

One by one with each word sung, they raise one hand in the air, just like they did years ago.

"Anybody find me…somebody to…love."

Kurt's eyes hardly leave Blaine throughout the entire performance. He dances around Rachel, though his smile is directed at Blaine.

Who can't stop smiling.

And laughing shyly when the song is coming to an end and Kurt pulls him up from where he's sitting, inviting him to dance along with his friends. By this time a large crowd has formed around them, watching with smiles on their faces.

By the time they're finished, the crowd goes wild, whooping and cheering. Around him, Kurt hears his friends laughing and congratulating each other for pulling the performance off with hardly any mistakes.

Kurt, however, can't keep his eyes off of Blaine who's smiling fondly at him. Kurt's breath catches in his throat when Blaine's hand brushes his own and he grasps Kurt's fingers gently for a few seconds before letting go when Rachel jumps in front of the two.

"So, you're Blaine!" she says, a little too excitedly, but so very Rachel. "Blaine Warbler. I definitely remember you from sectionals and regionals."

Blaine laughs and nods. "I remember you too, actually."

Kurt watches them talk for a while, quietly, stomach still flipping nervously. He's itching to pull Blaine aside so they can talk about…them.

o~o~o

An hour later, most of his friends have left, leaving Rachel and Mercedes. Kurt says his final goodbye to Mercedes and Rachel excuses herself soon after, giving Kurt a knowing little smile before she practically bounces away. Kurt feels himself blush at that stupid smile of hers because he knows Blaine saw it.

Blaine who is looking at him.

And oh, he has that fond smile on his face again.

"We should probably talk," Blaine says.

"We should," Kurt agrees before looking around and flicking his head a little so Blaine will follow him.

"I'm sorry," Kurt finally says, when they find a quieter, more secluded area. He leans against the wall, eyes finding Blaine's.

"I gathered that," Blaine says with a small laugh. "That's one hell of a way to apologize." He's practically grinning goofily.

"Would you expect any less?" Kurt asks with a quirk of his brow.

"Not at all," Blaine says without a moment of hesitation.

Kurt lowers his eyes laughing quietly before letting his eyes meet Blaine's again. He's looking at Kurt with this gentleness that Kurt never imagined someone could posses. There's such an earnest, beautiful look lingering in his warm eyes that Kurt never wants to forget.

"I shouldn't have walked out on you like that," Kurt begins. "It was stupid. And-And selfish. And rude and-You don't deserve to be treated like that. Blaine, you are…the most honest, kind person I have ever met. And I know you've been through…a lot in the past few months." Kurt looks down at the floor, eyebrows drawing together, chest going tight. "And I'm…" He looks back up, but not at Blaine, afraid of what he might see in his eyes, "And I'm so sorry for taking advantage of you that night. We were both drunk and we weren't thinking and…god, I'm sorry things are so messed up and crazy right now."

"Kurt," Blaine says finally, voice soft.

Kurt swallows the lump in his throat that started forming half way through his little speech.

"Look at me," he hears Blaine say and he can't not listen to him because his voice is so pleading and honest. So Blaine.

So Kurt looks at him.

And Blaine is actually smiling. A little sadly, but he's smiling. He shakes his head as he speaks, "You don't have to apologize for taking advantage of me because you didn't."

Kurt huffs out a dry laugh.

"Don't laugh," Blaine says seriously. "I mean it. I like you Kurt." Blaine looks up and laughs slightly and Kurt can't help as his eyes trail down his exposed neck, "A lot," Blaine adds as he looks back down, smiling dopily at Kurt. "You know, you're the person who made me sure that I was gay."

Kurt nearly chokes. "What?"

Blaine nods. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. I used to-" Blaine laughs and mops his hand over his face, shyly. "God, I used to watch you from the coffee shop before we met." He drops his face into his hands and laughs into them. "I felt like I was going crazy and I knew-" He peeks up at Kurt. "I just needed to get to know you. Know your name. Be your friend at the very least."

It's very difficult for Kurt to keep himself from gaping at Blaine because, wow, he thought he was the lovesick puppy.

Kurt lets out a short laugh. "You flatter me, Blaine Warbler."

Blaine wrinkles his nose and laughs. "Don't call me that."

"What, Blaine Warbler?" Kurt teases.

"Yeah," Blaine says as he pokes Kurt's arm.

Kurt laughs. "But Blaine Barista sounds kind of dumb."

"God, that sounds worse."

o~o~o

Things aren't perfect after that. There's still a bit of awkward tension between them when they talk, but at least they're talking and not ignoring one another's existence. Kurt asks Blaine to take his lunch break with him every time he gets a chance and Blaine always agrees. They laugh over lunch and steal glances and smiles across the table. To anyone that didn't know any better, they'd look like a couple.

But they're still friends.

They're still trying to work things out. It's only been four days since Kurt apologized, but as each day passes, Kurt feels better.

That weekend, Kurt asks Blaine out for dinner.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say this was a date," Blaine points out as he sits back in his seat as they wait for the waiter to bring their check.

Kurt smiles at him from across the table. The waiter drops the check off on the table and thanks them. Blaine reaches out for the check, but Kurt snatches it off the table before Blaine can reach it. Kurt looks up at Blaine to see him looking at Kurt, eyes wide. He opens his mouth to say something.

"This is a date," Kurt says before Blaine can speak. "And I invited you, so that means I'm paying," he informs Blaine as he pulls out his wallet and sets his card on the table against the check.

Blaine's expression softens as he leans in a little reaching across the table to grab Kurt's hand, thumb brushing over his knuckles. Kurt's breath nearly hitches at the sudden contact and the adoring look on Blaine's face that doesn't fade even as the waiter comes to retrieve Kurt's payment.

o~o~o

"So, does this mean I can actually call you my boyfriend now?" Blaine asks when they pull up to the parking lot of Blaine's apartment. He looks over to the driver's seat and Kurt smiles at him.

"I suppose," Kurt says, lips quirking up.

"So," Blaine continues slowly as he undoes his safety belt and turns to Kurt, "then that means I can do this?" He leans in and gently presses his lips to Kurt's in a chaste kiss.

When he pulls away, Kurt is grinning as he nods. "As many times as you'd like," he says, voice quiet before he reaches out to pull Blaine by the collar into another kiss, tilting his head for better access to those lips he hasn't been able to stop staring at all night.

Blaine practically gasps into Kurt's mouth, the sound soft and shaky. That makes Kurt want more, pull Blaine in closer. Blaine seems to agree because in seconds he's practically climbing into Kurt's lap, licking into his mouth in a messy, desperate kiss.

Kurt pulls away with a gasp. "Can we go inside?" he asks hurriedly. "Please?"

"Yes. God, of course," Blaine says.

In minutes, they're stumbling through the front door, slamming it shut behind them. Blaine's got Kurt pressed against the door one hand on his waist, the other in his hair and he kisses him, deep and honey slow. He runs his tongue over Kurt's lower lip before sucking it into his mouth, and Kurt makes this embarrassing, high-pitched noise that has Blaine groaning and pressing into Kurt bodily.

The hand in Kurt's hair drops to his waist as Blaine pulls away to kiss the tip of Kurt's nose sweetly before nuzzling Kurt's cheek. They're both panting against one another and Kurt can feel himself achingly hard. "C'mon," Blaine says finally, voice soft as he takes hold of Kurt's hand and quietly leads him into the bedroom.

Blaine takes his time that night. He removes Kurt's clothes slowly, one by one, kissing every inch of skin that is revealed. Kurt helps Blaine out of his own clothes, hands roaming his body, fingers tracing every line and muscle, watching the way Blaine's arm flexes when he fists Kurt in his hand. His eyes don't stay on Blaine for very long, though, because soon he's leaning his head back and letting out a broken moan.

Blaine tells Kurt that it's ok. He doesn't have to hold back or be quiet. It's just them. Only them.

Blaine teases Kurt, fingers brushing over every part that makes him start to crumble. In minutes, Kurt's hips are stuttering and he's coming over Blaine's fist. Once Kurt comes down from his orgasm, he looks up at Blaine who's watching him with that adoring smile on his face. Kurt feels himself blush to the tips of his ears, but he smiles at Blaine too, reaching out to place his hand on Blaine's cheek and watch him close his eyes nuzzle Kurt's hand.

"Will you make love to me?" Kurt asks, voice quiet.

Blaine's eyes open as he lifts his head from where it's pressed into Kurt's hand to look down at him. After a few moments of silence, he speaks. "Only if you'll let me…" Blaine says slowly.

Kurt nods.

Blaine carefully spreads Kurt out on the bed, movements gentle and measured. He reaches over the bed to the night stand to pull out a bottle of lube and a condom.

The preparation is slow. Careful. Blaine doesn't want to hurt Kurt, but when Blaine has two fingers inside him, Kurt is practically writhing on the bed, begging for more, begging for Blaine. And Blaine can't deny him when he's begging so prettily and his bangs are falling down over his eyes like that.

When Blaine is finally pushed inside Kurt, he can't help the cry that rips from his throat. It's halfway between a sob and a moan. Kurt is so tight and so warm and so very perfect. Blaine asks him if he's ok when Kurt suddenly goes still and is relieved when Kurt nods shakily and digs his fingers into his back and begs him to start moving.

Once he finds his rhythm, he can't stop. He can't stop saying Kurt's name, he can't stop thrusting deep inside, he can't stop panting. When he finally comes, he does so with a cry, sweat rolling down his neck and back, Kurt's legs wrapped tightly around him. Through his orgasm, he can feel Kurt tighten around him as he comes, too, practically screaming as he presses his forehead against Blaine's arm.

It takes a few minutes for Blaine to finally pull out. Kurt whimpers at the loss but he quickly scrambles close to Blaine, curling up against him, holding him close.

"I think I love you," Kurt whispers into Blaine's chest.

"I've known I loved you," Blaine says without a moment of hesitation.