Chapter 9

The past couple days had gone smoothly. It seemed like time was moving slowly, but it was going smoothly nonetheless.

Blaine had come to realize one thing while living with a single Kurt Hummel, and that one thing was Single Kurt Hummel was an absolute tease.

Maybe it was Blaine's fault for participating in his games. Kurt had a lot of games. They'd played cat and mouse and they'd done the lean-in-like-we're-going-to-kiss-but-not-actually-do-it game. They'd danced around the term boyfriend but hadn't actually said it, and while Blaine was participating, Kurt was the king of this.

Truth be told, Blaine wanted what he wanted, and he was used to getting it. That didn't seem to be the case when it came to him and Kurt.

Kurt was a tease.

Blaine exited the subway station as he thought about it. He got off the train at 5th Avenue and 53rd Street with the intention of surprising Kurt after work, and he really wanted to take him somewhere nice to spend time together. Maybe they'd end up at Santana's and Jeff's job later that evening, and maybe he could get Kurt to dance with him, but for now, Blaine just wanted to take it easy. He knew that tomorrow would be the start of the weekend and that he was pretty much Kurt's bitch due to the bowling match he and Rachel lost, so before that began, Blaine hoped that he'd get some alone time with him.

Despite living together, alone time wasn't very easy to come by. Kurt and Blaine happened to live with two girls—one of which happened to have a thriving social life and invited friends over for drinks after work, and the other who happened to be the Queen of Accidental Cockblocking.  Blaine couldn't fault his sister because she honestly wasn't doing the things she did on purpose, but Blaine happened to hate when he'd finally be alone with Kurt on the sofa and in would come Rachel. It was beginning to get frustrating.

They would sometimes get to be alone in one of their bedrooms, but that didn't last long. They both had assignments to take care of and Kurt often kicked Blaine out so they could complete them, separately.

“I can't focus on my accounting if all I can do is think about how good kissing you would feel.”

Total. Fucking. Tease.

Blaine crossed the one-way street and ended up outside of Saks Fifth Ave. He checked the time and saw there were a few minutes left of Kurt's shift before he'd be off for the weekend, and Blaine hoped that Kurt didn't opt to do overtime because he had plans for them. They may not have been elaborate, but they were plans nonetheless.

He put his headphones on and leant against the building. Two women walked over and he held the door for them, and they politely smiled before entering. Blaine returned his hand to his pocket and looked around the city, noticing how many stores were hanging their Christmas decorations and how New York City was already lit up. It wasn't even Thanksgiving until next week, but after Halloween, New York City went into Prepare for Christmas mode. That annoyed Blaine. It seemed like people were in a rush to skip over the holiday that reminded them to take a minute to be grateful just so they could celebrate the holiday where they could get shiny new things.

The only thing I want for Christmas is Kurt, anyway.

Oh my god, that was fucking cheesy.

What has he turned me into?

Blaine shook his head and watched a tourist bus drive by. It was getting dark out now. As he watched the people snap photos, he couldn't help but think about how much he'd changed over the past few weeks. He'd gone from being just another asshole, getting sucked off in the locker room of his gym and having little regard for other people— little regard for himself too honestly, to showing up at the workplace of the guy he liked to pick him up and take him out. He wondered if his behavior was borderline creepy, or if it had actually crossed the line already, and that was when he felt someone lowering his headphones.

Kurt smiled when he noticed Blaine standing outside the Saks building. He had this pensive look on his face, and his headphones were covering his ears while playing loud music, so even when Kurt did call out to him, he didn't respond. He only continued watching a bus go down 5th while looking as if he was in extremely deep thought. Kurt walked over.

Kurt didn't know if he was into the ‘bad boy' look or what, but Blaine looked incredibly sexy. Everything from his black earrings to the slashes in his eyebrows, to those beautiful lips, and don't get Kurt started on the tattoos. It was hard living with a boy as sexy as Blaine and not being able to touch him whenever and wherever.

Ok. That wasn't entirely true. Kurt could totally reach out and touch if he wanted to, but he and Blaine were in the middle of an unspoken competitions of sorts. Ever since he and Charles ended things, this little game between the two of them had begun. It was as if Blaine was waiting for Kurt to be the first to crack, while Kurt was trying to break him. He'd almost done it, too. There were a couple times over the past few days that Blaine's eyes had darkened as he pinned Kurt to the mattress, leaning in slowly. The entire time, Kurt smirked because he knew Blaine would give in first.

But then he wouldn't.

It was frustrating to say the least. Yes, they both knew they wanted to be each other's, and though they both agreed it was a bit early to go into things after Kurt's break up, neither could deny that they really did want to go into things despite that. Kurt wasn't exactly sure when their little game had started, but he knew he wanted Blaine to crack and fast. Those lips looked so kissable.

And maybe Kurt was curious about how Blaine's two piercings would feel against his tongue. Maybe.

Blaine smiled when he noticed it was Kurt slowly removing his Beats headphones. He continued to face front as the elder leant in, whispering in his ear.

“Waiting for someone?”

Blaine bit his lip at the feeling and grabbed his phone, muting the music. He turned and looked at Kurt; their eyes locked and lips a few centimeters apart. “I might be.”

Kurt smirked as he looked down at Blaine's lips. He reached into the boy's leather jacket and put his cell phone there. “Hold this for me? My coat has no pockets and my jeans' pockets aren't big enough.”

Blaine grabbed his hand and held it before Kurt could pull away, lacing their fingers together. As soon as they touched, he felt how his entire body lit up in the bitter, November cold. He loved that feeling. “How was work, gorgeous?”

Kurt leant against the wall as well and looked out over Fifth Avenue, rubbing Blaine's hand with the pad of his thumb. “I can't complain. Of course, all I could do is think about you…”

Blaine laughed and shook his head. “You're so full of it.”

“Hardly,” Kurt said with a smile. “Thank you for showing up, by the way. It was a lovely surprise.”

Blaine nodded to him. He stood up off the wall and began to walk, and Kurt tried not to blush too hard at the two of them began walking down the avenue hand in hand. People seemed to part as they went through and he was almost certain it was because of Blaine's bad boy persona. “Where are we going? The train is back that way?”

“So you think I'd come all the way to pick you up just to take you back home? I mean, while a sweet gesture, it isn't very romantic.”

“Ah,” Kurt sang with a small smile forming on his lips. “So Blaine is the romantic type? Do tell…”

Blaine smirked. “Well I haven't gotten it all figured out just yet.”

Kurt laughed but when Blaine spun him around and pulled him back against his chest, he could only smile as he leant in closer. He noticed Blaine's eyes on his lips as he began to speak. “I bet all of this is an act. You're not as clueless as you want people to believe. I bet you're a real romantic.”

Blaine bit his lip as his hands moved lower to the teen's waist. He rested them there beneath Kurt's coat. “Maybe I could be romantic. But only for you because I really like you.”

Kurt lifted an eyebrow and smirked. “Oh? Is that so?”

“Do you doubt me?” Blaine asked, pulling him closer. He smiled, and it was slyer than anything else. “I think you'd be ridiculous to question me. Don't question a man who would randomly start singing angsty ballads to you in the middle of New York City.”

Kurt threw his head back as he laughed and Blaine smiled at the beautiful melody. He could literally feel the boy shaking in his arms and see the laugh lines around his eyes, and it would be so easy to kiss Kurt right now. It'd be so easy to hold him closer and peck slowly across his lips.

But not now.

“Is there anywhere you want to go?” Blaine asked him instead, loosening his hold a bit. Kurt looked as if he'd complain but simply slid his hand back into the boxer's. “I thought about ice skating at Bryant Park, or going to the River Café. I've never been. Or we can walk over to Times Square, go down Broadway, sneak into a show…”

Kurt grinned as he pulled Blaine forward so that they could start walking again. “So are you asking me out on a date?”

Blaine scoffed as he looked around, avoiding the question with a smile. Kurt laughed. “You wish. I'm just trying to hang out.”

“Uh huh.”

“And maybe cuddle or kiss a little,” Blaine continued, smiling at Kurt's laugh. “But this isn't a date…”

“Admit it. You want to be my boyfriend and you want to take me on a date. It's cute,” Kurt said with a wink. Blaine shook his head, looking around as they walked, though his adorable blush was giving him away. “The River Café is in Brooklyn, right? Let's do that.”

Blaine smirked. “Ok. So you want to sit on the water with me at the River Café, under the Brooklyn Bridge, feeding each other while we stare out at the skyline. Basically you're saying you're as much of a romantic as you accuse me of being…”

Kurt rolled his eyes away as he listened. “I'm pretty sure you had that whole speech planned out because you knew I'd pick food over busting my face open while ice skating or breaking into a Broadway theater, so really you're the romantic. I've proved my point.”

Blaine couldn't help but laugh. “You're impossible.”

Kurt walked ahead of him so that they could squeeze past a crowd, their hands still linked. He led the way towards 8th Avenue hoping to catch the A train from there. Blaine smiled to himself as they walked.

“Are you ready for this weekend? I have tons of laundry ready and so many Ryan Gosling movies set aside.”

Blaine looked up and watched Kurt adjust his scarf with his free hand. “Ugh. I guess it depends on how mean you're going to be to me.”

“Me? Mean?” Kurt smiled. “Never that, Blaine.”

“If you were nice, you'd let me off the hook.”

“If I were stupid I'd let you off the hook.”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “Well I guess just in case you forgot, I'll remind you that I'm all for being your sexual slave as well.”

Kurt's cheeks got redder and Blaine knew it wasn't because of the cold weather. “I'll keep that in mind. So tell me how your day went.”

They walked down the side street and passed an Irish Pub. Blaine pulled Kurt a little closer and wrapped his hand around his waist as they walked, and Kurt moved into his side to stay warm.

At least that was the excuse he would've used if Blaine accused him of liking this too much. He liked it a lot, but no one needed to know that.

“I think my day went okay,” Blaine began. He thought for a moment. “As you know I went to the gym before school. I'm trying to gain a few more pounds so that I can face this guy in the weight class above mine. The dude I was scheduled to fight next got injured skiing or so his trainer says. Anyway, I'm going to put on weight and face this Garrison kid. He's going for the title this weekend and I'm certain he'll win it.”

Kurt nodded as he listened. “Just to be clear, you do wear the protective head gear and all that when you're in the ring, right? I just don't want to think about anyone hitting you repeatedly in the face.”

Blaine smirked. “I don't let anyone get that close. My style is to end the fight in the first few rounds. Besides, I know I need to stay pretty for my future boyfriend.”

Kurt smiled. “Oh, the poor soul.”

Blaine laughed. “You don't know the half of it gorgeous.”

They were quiet for a while and Kurt looked both ways as they stopped to cross the road. Blaine held him firmly by the hip, staring ahead. He felt Kurt looking at him after a while, and as taxis sped by he turned to face him.

“You do know I was kidding, right?” Kurt asked. “Any guy would be lucky to have you, and I'm sure they'd know it. I know it.”

Blaine continued to stare into his eyes and realized Kurt was being genuine. They'd spent so long joking around that the moment of seriousness took him by surprise, but he was definitely grateful for it. “That's why when you're finally, officially mine, I'm not letting you go.”

Kurt smiled and began to cross the street once they had the right of way. “When I'm officially yours, huh?”

“You heard me. And we both know you're already mine so there's no need to act surprised.”

Kurt bit his lip into a smirk. “Your confidence has always been the most adorable thing about you.”

Blaine smiled. Kurt's denial was entertaining. “The gym was fine. School was ok too. Fallon asked me some more about you. I think those videos people posted online helped him to find a new crush because you're a topic of major discussion.”

Kurt scoffed. “He definitely wants you back.”

Blaine shrugged at that. “I'm not entirely convinced. We've been at this for years. I'm sure he's over … us.”

They crossed the street in the middle of a large group and Kurt thought about that. It was obvious the two of them had history… Blaine had been with Fallon since high school, he said. He'd made mistakes and tried to get him back after they broke up, and a few times he was forgiven. And even though Blaine told him after the last time Fallon wasn't having it, what was to say that when he decided he wanted Blaine back, he wouldn't try his hardest to get him?

“What're you thinking about?”

Kurt looked over and shook his head, falling in line with Blaine as they held hands once more. “I just hope Fallon knows you're off limits now, that's all.”

Blaine smirked and bit his lip. “Am I?”

Kurt nodded while making the duh face. “I'm not entirely certain he does, though. But I don't want him going after something he can't have.”

“I see.” Blaine was trying to stay casual but inside he was literally doing cartwheels. “So I'm off limits, huh?”

“Of course,” Kurt told him. “If I'm yours then you're mine and that's the way it is.”

“Hmm.” Blaine looked around as they neared 8th Avenue, trying not to smile like the Kool-Aid man. “We may as well make it official, then. You should just say what you want if you want it…”

Kurt smiled as he started to swing their hands. “I'll say what I want after you say what you want…”

“You just want me to ask first,” Blaine accused, and when Kurt smirked he laughed. “Truth is, I can definitely break you.”

“Doubt it.”

“I bet you'll be kissing me by the end of the night.”

Kurt smiled as they reached 7th Avenue. He looked down to Broadway and smiled. The sight was always beautiful. “You're funny, Blaine. The only way I'd kiss you is if you were to kiss me first, because you know you want to.”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “So the games continue.”

“What games?”

They started across Times Square together and Blaine smiled, shaking his head. He was going to say something but decided against it. Kurt was the king at this and he had to respect that. “Whatever, Hummel.”

Kurt laughed. They walked slowly with the large crowd, fingers still linked together. Kurt let go only when they got to the subway entrance, and right then he felt Blaine's hands on his waist, keeping him close as they approached the turnstile. Immediately he began to compare the way this felt with Blaine to the way this felt with Charles, and there wasn't much of a comparison. Maybe it was because everything was new and exciting, but for some reason Kurt felt like he belonged in Blaine's arms. It was almost like the rest of the world didn't matter. He and Blaine could take their time and move at their own accord, because what was most important was being with one another. With Charles, it seemed like everything was rushed. They'd hold hands and they'd hug, but it was more of a show than it was an ‘I really enjoy being with you' thing like it was with Blaine.

They didn't notice that the train had already pulled onto the platform until Blaine realized that a group of people were approaching them. Said people had just gotten off the train. Kurt noticed that there were a bunch of New Yorkers running past him to make it on and that's when they realized they were probably going to miss it.

“Run!” Blaine said, sliding his wallet into his back pocket and taking off through the crowd. Kurt laughed as he followed, speeding up and passing Blaine when he found a clear path through the mob of people. He just made it to the train on time, sticking half his body through the closing doors and holding it for a running Blaine who squeezed on beside him. They were laughing, but no one else was. The train was packed and Kurt barely had space to stand, forget about Blaine.

“We can make this work,” Blaine said anyway.

“Let's just wait for the next one—”

“Stop squirming, we got this…” Blaine pulled Kurt tight against him and they laughed as the doors started to close. He was stuck between Kurt who was literally pressed against the doors and an extremely tall chick behind him who in no way look impressed by their shenanigans.

“See?” he asked. “This isn't bad at all.”

Kurt continued to giggle as Blaine's nose touched his own; the train jerking forward and the two of them almost falling along with the rest of the people who stood. “Ouch. I can barely breathe. We could've waited for the next train. And why are you touching my butt?”

“You can't prove that it's me,” Blaine told him with a straight face.

Kurt rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders. “You're an idiot.” He started smiling as the boy buried his face around his neck and started fondling his ass more. “I guess my first order of business this weekend will be to get a massage since you love using your hands.”

Blaine kissed him on the cheek and moved his hands into Kurt's back pockets. The train was moving slowly, but they were moving. The kid standing next to them leant against the door and started to read, pretending not to notice Blaine feeling up Kurt.

“I can do that...”

“I bet.” Kurt felt himself blushing. He looked around and saw that most everyone else was immersed in a book or their music or fast asleep, but there was one guy who stared at them from where he stood holding onto a pole. He looked away from the guy's hateful glare and thought about urging Blaine back a little but there wasn't much room for that.

“I told you you'd be kissing me first.”

Blaine smiled as he moved his lips from Kurt's jaw. “You want mouth-on-mouth action though, so technically I'm still not giving you want you want.”

Kurt smiled back, cocking his head to the side and staring into hazel eyes. “So if that were true, which is debatable might I add, I'd be the only one who wanted mouth-on-mouth action is what you are saying?”

Blaine slid his hands out from Kurt's back pockets and held him close by the waist as the doors opened. One person got off from their exit and it looked like five or so people wanted to step on, but there was nowhere to fit. One guy thought about trying but Blaine shook his head no. He digressed. When the doors closed a few seconds later, Blaine slid his hands back over Kurt's ass, acting indifferent when Kurt smirked at him knowingly. “I'm not saying that. But I know how bad you want it. I can see it in your eyes.”

Kurt started to chuckle before he looked away. He found the same guy staring at him and glared back before looking in the opposite direction. Seriously, if he had a problem, he didn't have to look. It was a big train. He could find something else to focus on. But then he felt Blaine kissing his chin and had to smile, looking his roommate directly in the eyes.

“Just do it and get it over with, Anderberry.”

Blaine smiled, and when he spoke their lips literally brushed one another's. “Do what?”

Kurt almost closed the minimal distance between them. He was so close to doing it. But he couldn't let Blaine win when he'd had control for the past few days. He brought his hand forward while the other arm stayed rested on Blaine's shoulder and pulled at a few curls peeking from beneath the teen's beanie. They bounced right back into place and Kurt smiled. “Nothing.”

The train sped into the next station. This time, a lot more people got off. Kurt and Blaine stood aside and watched as space was freed up, and the WNBA player went to take the only available seat. Blaine stepped back a bit; his hand on Kurt's waist and the other holding onto the pole, and they let people on while staying in their spot by the doors.

Kurt continued to stare at Blaine, watching the freshman observe their surroundings. He stared and had to smile to himself because if this was the guy he was going to call his boyfriend, he'd seriously lucked out. The doors closed, opened again, and then closed, and Blaine looked away from the other passengers and back at Kurt. He smiled when he saw the blue eyes had been trained on him.

“Like what you see?”

Kurt smiled, though he rolled his eyes. “I do.”

Blaine winked, making him laugh. As the train started to move, he stepped in closer and buried his face in Kurt's neck again. The scarf was making it difficult but it was good enough for Blaine. Kurt ignored everyone else and clutched at the leather around Blaine's biceps, holding onto him. He smiled as he whispered in his ear. “What are you going to sing now that I'm single? You should get a set list ready for tomorrow.”

Blaine grinned and lifted his head. Their eyes locked again. “A set list? So you want a concert?”

Kurt nodded, biting his lip. The action made Blaine's eyes drop. He slowly licked them because he was a tease and then spoke. “A concert for one.”

Blaine hummed acknowledgement; eyes still on Kurt's lips. “If you have any requests I'll see what I can do…”

Kurt smiled. He slowly lowered his hands down Blaine's chest before moving them back up, linking them around the boy's shoulders. “Alright, future boyfriend.”

Blaine glanced back up to his eyes and smiled. He licked his lips and stepped in further, and Kurt tried to fight off how excited he was getting from the way Blaine's hands caressed his ass combined with seeing those piercings. They were in public so it wasn't too hard to keep himself in check, but still.

“Fucking fags.”

Kurt looked up first. Blaine's reaction was delayed, trying to make sure he'd actually heard what he heard, but when he saw Kurt staring behind him with a half-horrified, half-disgusted look on his face, he knew he wasn't hearing things. Someone had gasped, too.

He let go of Kurt and turned around, and Kurt grabbed him as best he could before he could do anything dumb like hit this person. The guy rolled his eyes away and mumbled beneath his breath. That made Blaine upset.

“If you have something to say, you can speak up like a man. Don't be a bitch.”

The guy was older, maybe in his mid-thirties, and he had a pea coat on over a suit and tie. A brief case was in the hand that wasn't holding onto the pole above their heads. Blaine watched as the guy smirked and replied.

“Me? A bitch? Says the guy who takes it up the ass. Keep that behind closed doors, because I'm pretty sure no one in their right mind wants to see that shit.”

Kurt felt him tense. “Blaine, this guy isn't worth—”

Blaine moved out of Kurt's grasp and pulled the man away from the pole. He stumbled back and fell to the ground, landing on his brief case. Kurt's eyes went wide as the train riders gasped and a man quickly got up and stood in between them. It was then that Blaine stepped back, because he was really considering punching him in the face. Someone got their phone out to record and pouted when the fight was over before anything really happened.

Blaine smiled but backed away, watching as the guy tried to stand up. He felt a hand on his wrist and allowed Kurt to drag him back. The train pulled into a new station and Kurt stared as the man who broke up the altercation said something to the homophobe. He then turned to Blaine once the train pulled to a stop.

“Is this guy really worth going to jail over? A stranger who said something stupid?” the man asked.

Blaine looked back at the guy and shook his head no as a few passengers got off. “He's not worth shit to be honest.”

“Fuck you,” the homophobe said.

“I'm right here if you want to stop running your mouth and come do something about it…”

“Blaine,” Kurt warned. The homophobe went quiet when the man who saved the day told him to watch it. He said he wouldn't break it up if he kept talking shit and returned to his seat. Blaine smiled at him but Kurt quickly turned him around.

“Blaine.”

“I'm sorry.”

Kurt looked over his shoulder at the guy and watched as he continued to stare. Someone had given him their seat. The guy mouthed the word ‘fag' again and gave him the finger. Kurt rolled his eyes away and faced Blaine, leaning in slowly.

“You know what? You win.”

Blaine arched an eyebrow as he tried to understand, but before he could wrap his head around anything, Kurt's lips were on his. They were soft and sweet and it was gentle until it wasn't.

Eventually, it got hot. Like Kurt biting on his bottom lip and asking permission to take it further hot.

Blaine squeezed his hips as his eyes damn near rolled back. He let Kurt's tongue explore his mouth and moaned and the soft kiss that followed, chasing it when Kurt pulled away. When he opened his eyes, he saw Kurt smiling.

“That was nice.”

Blaine stared at him.

“Maybe I shouldn't have let our first kiss be a fuck you to some asshole but I really needed to do that.”

Blaine nodded, still quiet. Kurt smiled at him.

“Maybe our second kiss can be more for us…”

Blaine nodded again. Kurt almost laughed, but instead he kissed Blaine again.

And boy, could he get used to this.

The next stop was West 4th Street – Washington Square. Kurt took Blaine's hand and led him off the train, after waving goodbye to that asshole of course, and though they were far from the River Café, Blaine didn't ask any questions. They exited the station and ended up at Washington Square Park a few minutes later. Kurt walked in the direction of the fountain, hand in hand with Blaine, and they sat down in front of it. A little boy was playing at the piano with a group gathered around him, and Kurt saw Blaine staring at him.

“Can we talk about that?”

Blaine nodded.

Kurt turned to him with a smile. “I'm listening…”

“I'm not sorry. There was a girl sitting on her boyfriend's lap right across from him and he didn't say anything about that.”

Kurt nodded too. “I understand. But did you have to put your hands on him? I mean you're a boxer, you could've really hurt him.”

“But I didn't,” Blaine said, turning to face Kurt. His eyes moved to the boy's lips and he leant in. Kurt smiled as he stopped him, though he traced his thumb across the boy's lips.

“We can go to the River Café tomorrow night. Let's walk home from here, ok?”

Blaine nodded. He slid closer over the fountain and cupped Kurt's face, pulling him in for a kiss. When their lips touched, Kurt relaxed into it and his fingers played at curls on the nape of the boy's neck. Blaine smiled as he pulled back.

“We should talk about the fact that I won and what my reward will be.”

Kurt bit his lip and smiled as he looked away. The park was beautiful at night. Most all of NYC was beautiful at night, but he focused on the arch as a bike rider went by and then at the group surrounding the little boy playing Chopsticks at the piano. Blaine took his hand and Kurt looked over at him.

“I don't remember agreeing to a bet where you'd be rewarded something if I lost…”

Blaine smiled and looked down at their laced hands. “What're you doing for the holiday?”

“Thanksgiving?”

Blaine nodded. Kurt moved closer so they were pressed hip to hip. Blaine wrapped an arm around him. Fuck anyone who'd have a problem with it. “I have to work on Black Friday so I'm not doing much,” Kurt answered.

Blaine frowned a little. “Rachel is making us go back to Pennsylvania for Thanksgiving. She says my mom and dad invited you and Santana to their huge mansion as some sort of thanks for moving us in. I don't intend on going if you're not coming with me.”

Kurt smiled. “That's very nice of them. But calling out of work on Black Friday is basically like asking to be fired.”

Blaine nodded. “I know. I'll see if I can work something out so you can have the day off.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow at that before laughing a bit. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing,” Blaine said with a smile. “Is Holly Evans still regional manager?”

Kurt nodded as he wondered why in the hell Blaine knew that. “She is…”

Blaine nodded. “Ok. I'm going to go kick this kid off the piano and play something for you, ok?”

Kurt was still confused by everything else that was just said in the conversation that he didn't have much time to dispute when Blaine had gotten up. The boy pulled off his leather jacket and was left in a casual blue sweater that hugged his body in every correct way possible. Kurt accepted the leather jacket and watched Blaine walk off—the bad boy smiling at the little kid and getting permission to take over. He sat next to the boy and high fived him before his fingers ran across the ivory keys, something old and familiar resonating in the air. People surrounding him started to swoon and Kurt smiled as he watched Blaine, standing up to go and join the crowd gathered.

Someday, when Im awfully low
When the world is cold
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight

Yes, youre lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft
There is nothing for me but to love you
And the way you look tonight

Kurt rolled his eyes as Blaine found him in the crowd and that stupid smile spread across his face, followed by that idiotic wink of his. He couldn't help but blush when people realized that Blaine was singing to him, though, and as Blaine continued, he blew a small kiss. It was amazing how little chill Blaine had. Absolutely amazing.

With each word your tenderness grows
Tearin my fear apart
And that laugh... wrinkles your nose
Touches my foolish heart

Lovely ... Never, never change
Keep that breathless charm
Wont you please arrange it? Cause I love you
Just the way you look tonight

Sometimes ‘losing' wasn't all that bad, huh?