~*~ Chapter Fifteen ~*~

Oh they told me nothing new,
But I love to read the words you used
(Bastille; Things We Lost In The Fire)

When Blaine woke up he felt rested and warm. Both things not unusual, since he tended to have a good night's sleep and the heating at Dalton worked spectacularly well, but on a normal night he could not remember to ever have had a blanket quiet this heavy and ... fidgeting? Carefully he blinked his eyes open, slowly adjusting to the bright light shining through the open curtains and tried to prop himself up on his elbows. The warm mass on his chest protested grumbling and Blaine looked down to find Kurt curled together on his side, fingers tangled loosely in the hem of his dress-shirt and ears tickling the sensitive side of Blaine's neck. Reflexively Blaine raised a hand – the one that was not currently squished to his side by his friends weight – and stroked over the soft fur, relishing in the way they twitched under his touch and the slight whine Kurt let out when he stopped stroking.

"Blaine?" he asked drowsily, head moving until his eyes could focus on Blaine's chin. Blaine let out a confirming hum that had his friend wiggling restlessly on his chest and tucking his face back into his chest.

"Can smell you," Kurt mumbled, breath moving hotly through the thin cotton of Blaine's shirt.

Blaine frowned, leaning away from him and tried to subtly smell at his hair. "Uh, sorry?"

"No!" Kurt exclaimed, sliding closer to him and pressing against his side. "S'a good thing." His head rolled back lazily against Blaine's shoulder, who hummed instead of answering and they laid in comfortable silence. After a while though Kurt started to wriggle, shifting his weight and shooting unsure glances at his friends face.

"Blaine?" he finally asked, after a few seconds of silence and some amused half-grins from Blaine every time he elbowed him in the side, or knocked their knees together. Blaine tilted his head questioning and Kurt blushed a little, hand coming up to shyly groom at his ears.

"So, erm ... you know what you said the other night-"

"It's fine, really. We don't have to talk about that," Blaine interrupted, avoiding his eyes. "We can just forget it ever happened."

"No!" Kurt exclaimed, jumping a little at his own forcefulness. "That's not- I didn't-" He stopped and took a deep breath. "What did you originally wanted to tell me yesterday?"

"Kurt," Blaine sighed, "I kissed you. Do I really have to say it?"

"No, I- sorry. That was insensitive." He fell silent, gaze lowering and nervously fiddled with his ears.

"I think I was just wondering-" he started after a while, at the same time as Blaine said, "Kurt, if you-" They both laughed nervously and broke off.

"Really? Again?" Kurt mumbled and Blaine smiled unsure at him. "But I think it's my turn to make a confession. ... Well, another confession."

"I already know you're a hybrid, so I doubt it can be any more shocking," Blaine said, but his dry tone could not quite hide the slight tremble of his voice.

Kurt smiled reassuringly, drawing a deep breath. "You know what one of the main reasons was I originally decided to reveal myself to you?" he asked, nodding thoughtfully when Blaine shook his head. "It was because in case we started a relationship there would be nothing standing between us. I didn't want anything we might have based on a lie, or half-truth."

Blaine wet his lips nervously. "You mean-?"

"Yes," Kurt whispered, hand tentatively reaching out and touching Blaine's. "I really like you, Blaine and if you because of some unlikely reason still ... still think about me like that, even after- even though I am, what I am, then maybe ..." He trailed off, unsure and put off when Blaine slowly turned his hand to intertwine their fingers.

"You really mean that?" he asked quietly, catching Kurt's eyes in a deep look and scooting forward.

Unable to tear his gaze away, Kurt nodded slowly, while their heads came closer together. Blaine's eyes briefly flickered to his lips and he drew in a shaky breath.

"This okay?" Kurt asked cautiously, hand coming up to softly stroke over Blaine's cheek.

"Absolutely okay," Blaine whispered back, a small smile tugging at his mouth that stayed there, until Kurt closed the final distance between them and lightly pressed their lips together.

It was different from their first kiss; Tentative and much slower, but after a moment, Kurt let out a small whine and tugged himself closer to the other boy. Slowly Blaine raised his hands, letting one rest at the back of the other boys neck, while the other tangled itself between his hair and fur. Kurt hummed approvingly when Blaine's fingers started to slowly stroke over his ears, head tilting slightly to allow him better access.

They separated with a slight sigh, a blush staining both their cheeks and Blaine let out a relieved chuckle, when Kurt glanced shyly up at him.

He cleared his throat, caressing the other boys neck one last time, before lowering his hand. "So, that was -"

"Amazing," Kurt whispered dreamily, immediately ducking his head when his own words registered, but Blaine only grinned smugly, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his mouth.

"Absolutely," he smiled, gazing fondly at him.

"I hope you realise what a honour it is for you to get a kiss, even though we both haven't brushed our teeth yet." Kurt grimaced and threw a hopeful glance at the adjacent bathroom door. Blaine rolled his eyes, but disentangled them, so the other boy could get up and disappear in the other room.

They took their turns in the bathroom, Blaine using the time Kurt needed in there to change into clothes he had not slept in and laying out a pair of simple jeans and a plain t-shirt that he hoped Kurt would fit in. It did not take long (well, Kurt actually took quite long, but he also looked like Blaine wouldn't get any kisses in the near future if he mentioned that, so he chose to quietly order some papers on his desk that didn't need any ordering, instead of commenting) until they were both dressed and once again seated next to each other on Blaine's bed.

Kurt had once more put on his extensions, covering his feline features and Blaine skimmed his fingers over the cover slightly mournful. The other boy smiled under the touch, butting up his head, until Blaine chuckled and pulled away.

"I will mess up your hair," he explained amused, at Kurt's offended expression.

Kurt blushed, but cleared his throat and straightened up. "I should get back to my Dad," he said, "I mean, he said I could stay over, but I'm sure he will want me home before lunch."

"I- yeah, of course." Blaine nodded quickly, disappointment tugging at his stomach. "Then I guess I will see you ... Monday?"

Kurt shuffled a bit on the spot, straightening out the wrinkles of his clothes. "Actually I thought we could maybe see a film tomorrow."

"Like a date?" Blaine asked, grinning.

"Only if you want to."

"Of course, I want to!" Blaine smiled widely, knocking their knees together. "Should I pick you up?"

"How about we text about the details as soon as I'm home?"

Blaine nodded. "Any movie preferences?"

"Not really," he said slowly. "Something light, maybe. Funny."

"Romantic?" Blaine asked, waggling his eyebrows in a silly manner that had the other boy giggling helplessly.

"You are ridiculous," he stated and Blaine watched fondly as he stood up and swung his bag over his shoulder with a dramatic flourish.

"Don't forget your jacket," he called, Kurt already at his door. The hybrid turned around, batting at the jacket Blaine tossed in his direction.

"Very funny," he grumbled, when he had to bend down to pick it up and Blaine nearly fell off his bed, because he was laughing so hard.

Kurt drove home after that and Blaine was left in his dorm with tingling lips and the widest smile on his face. He spend the rest of the afternoon pretending to do homework, while he waited for Kurt to answer his texts, alternating between light banter and questions about hybrid genetics and politics that came up while he skimmed various books under the cover of researching for his history essay.

He had just buried himself in a detailed article from a sample of old newspapers that discussed the question of heritage and choice, when somebody knocked at his door. Frowning, he checked his phone for any new messages and upon finding it empty, he trudged across his room.

"Blainie!" Wes exclaimed, bumping his door all the way open and bouncing into his room, David at his side. "We haven't seen you in ages!"

David grinned, squishing himself beside Blaine on his desk chair. "How ya' doing, buddy?"

"Are you still moping about the one that name is not allowed to be mentioned?" Wes asked, taking his other side and bringing his hands up to poke him in the face.

"We thought after your text yesterday, everything pointed to a happy ending, but you don't look extraordinary happy," David added, pushing a hand between his teeth, expertly examining his jaw.

"I wonder why," Blaine murmured against the fingers probing his face, but since his friends were still checking over his features, it sounded more like "M' moner me". David patted his curls superiorly and finally removed his hands. "What did you say?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Kurt and I made up."

David grinned and held his hand up for a high five. "Congrats."

"Made-up, made-up, or made-up, made-out?" Wes asked, smirking.

"Oh, shut up," Blaine replied, ignoring the blush rising on his cheeks, "We talked a lot, resolved some issues and ... there may also have been some kissing." He scratched the back of his neck shyly, when Wes and David both squealed and squeezed his sides.

"Awesome!" David grinned and Wes nodded. "Seriously, we're happy for you Blaine."

"Thanks guys. I... I'm happy too."

"So, you two are together now? Boyfriends?"

"I ... don't really know to be quite honest. We both made it pretty clear that we liked each other, but we haven't talked exact terms yet. Maybe I'll ask him tomorrow."

"Uh, you two going out?" Wes coed, when his friend nodded and David suddenly perked up. "Hey, wait. Does that mean you are finally telling us what your stupid fight was about?"

"Wasn't stupid," Blaine muttered. "And I thought I already told you everything. That's not really something I would like to repeat."

Wes waved him off, with a 'yeah yeah'-gesture, but David shook his head. "Nothing we've talked about explains why he ran away. I mean, I would get it if he- well, if there was even the slight chance that he didn't feel the same, but ... it's Kurt! He knows your coffee order."

"You know my coffee order, too," Blaine remarked.

"That's completely different," David protested, "We've known you for years. Kurt's only been here for three months."

"Still, I can't tell you guys. It's something personal."

"Too personal, to tell your bestest-of-best friends?"

Blaine hesitated for a moment, biting his bottom lip. "Kind of, yeah. Sorry."

"Nah, it's fine," Wes soothed.

"Yeah, we're going to find out anyway sooner, or later," David added.

"Uh, guys I don't really think-," Blaine started, but Wes waved him off again.

"Don't worry, Blainers. We'll be totally discrete."

"Totally," David agreed in a tone that did everything but reassure. Still, before Blaine could bring out further protest his friends squeezed his side one final time (at the same time what ended with Blaine wheezing for breath and thanking his ribs for being that stable), before departing as they had come: fast and happily bouncing against the door frame.

The next day it was time for their date and Blaine spend all morning getting his mind and body ready. Wes and David proved once more to be good, but spectacularly unhelpful friends, hiding all of his trousers in an attempt do distract him from his nervousness and succeeding in making Blaine incredibly annoyed, as well as ten minutes late before he was supposed to pick Kurt up. It all worked out in the end though, because when Blaine hopped in the direction of his car, buttoning up his trousers the completely wrong way, his phone chimed with a new text informing him that Kurt had been delayed by a sudden family emergency (since he knew that Finn and Carole spend some mother-son time at the local swimming pool, Burt being suspiciously absent again, he suspected it was probably a codeword for hair emergency) and would need an extra ten, or fifteen minutes.

Blaine briefly contemplated texting him back that that was fine, since he wasn't even wearing trousers at the moment, but decided against it, labelling that talking about being half-naked probably violated some kind of first date etiquette.

Exactly fifteen minutes later Blaine pulled up in front of Kurt's house, all clothes correctly zipped up and no Wes or David in, under, or above his vehicle (a booming success, considering that he had to pick them off over three times and it had taken tons of sweets as bribery to convince them to stay at Dalton). Before he could even get out of his car, Kurt appeared in the doorway, styled as ever, hair piled up in an even higher and gravity-defying wave than normally and jeans practically painted on. Blaine gulped and briefly calculated how near the next haberdasher could be, but Kurt was already bumping the door closed with his hip, before striding towards Blaine's car.

Inner gentleman and lifelong education kicking in, Blaine quickly got out, rounding the vehicle to hold open the door on the passenger's side and greet his date (date!) with a wide smile.

"Hey there." Kurt came to a halt directly in front of him, hip cocked to the side and head tilted shyly. "You look good."

Blaine opened and closed his mouth a few times, taking in the perfectly dressed boy in front of him. "Uh, you too. I mean, you just – wow," he stammered, blushing and ducking his head. "You look amazing."

"Why thank you!" Kurt beamed, leaning forward, but stopping centimetres from him, eyes flickering unsure down to his lips. Blaine's heart leaped in his chest at that and Kurt's adoring gaze was enough to give him the courage to lean forward and press their lips together in a brief kiss.

"You're welcome," Blaine murmured, when they separated, leaning back against the side of his car. "Should we get going?"

Kurt looked a bit dazed and had to quickly shake his head to force his gaze away from Blaine's lips, but then he smiled and hopped into the car. "Lead the way, my dear sir."

The ride to the cinema was silent, Kurt fiddling a few moments with Blaine's radio to find his preferred station and humming along to most songs, once he had found it. Blaine leaned back in his seat, fingers absently drumming in tact with the music and relished in the comfortable together.

"Have you decided on a film yet?" Kurt asked, when they pulled into the parking lot of the cinema.

"I thought maybe we could see 'The Hobbit'?" Blaine suggested, slowly rounding a narrow corner and turning his head rapidly in search of an empty space.

"If you think you can put up with three hours of sarcastic commentary, I'm all up for it."

Blaine grinned briefly at him, before spotting an unoccupied spot at the end of their row and letting out a triumphant sound. "Nah, I think that will be fine," he said, after turning off the engine. "I've already seen it with Wes and David, but I live in the believe that all great movies have to be seen at least twice, to appreciate them fully."

"I think it's very brave of you to put up with this three hour monstrosity more than once, but at least you won't miss anything when we talk," Kurt said drily, pushing open his car door, "And as you know I talk a lot during movies."

Throwing his hands up in mock-annoyance, Blaine declared dramatically, "Oh, do I ever!", before linking his arms with Kurt's and joining in in his laughter.

"The Hobbit it is, then?" Kurt asked, when they came to a halt in front of the ticket counter.

Blaine nodded, studying one of the scoreboards. "Uh-hu. One showing will start in about thirty minutes, maybe we could – Kurt?" He had turned around just in time to see Kurt staring across the room, white as a sheet and hand clasped shakily in front of him. "Is everything alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Kurt slowly shook his head, gaze still looked to something behind him. "I- no. Everything's – I just have to go over there real quick." He took a few hesitant steps away from Blaine, catching his eyes for a moment. "I'll be right back," he promised, before meandering his way through the crowd.

"Oh-kay?" Blaine murmured confused, looking after him, as he came to a halt in front of a bulky figure. The giant seemed surprised to be approached, drawing into himself and taking a few steps back, seemingly put off by Kurt's presence. Narrowing his eyes, Blaine followed the short exchange that followed, Kurt talking forceful and using wide hand gestures, while his opponent crossed his arms, half-protecting, half-stoic, shaking his head every now and then and trying to get a word in against Kurt's rant. Blaine threw a quick glance towards the clock hanging above the ticket counter, before making a decision and walking over to the two discussing boys.

"- and I can't believe that you would do that, after all that has happened," Kurt was saying, before he seemed to sense Blaine's presence behind him and whirled around, outraged features immediately replaced by a forced smile. "Blaine, hi. Sorry, was I taking too long?"

"Nah, it's fine, I just – Is everything alright?" Blaine asked carefully, eyeing the tall boy in front of him suspiciously. Tall boy in front of him eyed him right back, gaze narrow and irritated, but then he turned back to Kurt and his features softened.

"Listen Kurt, I know lots of fucked up crap happened, but if you'd just listen-"

"No! I'm done listening to you, Karofsky," Kurt hissed angrily. "I wanted to make sure our agreement was still standing and now that that is cleared up, you can happily stay out of my life again." And with that he turned on his heel and stomped off in one of the most dramatic exits Blaine had seen in a long time (and that was saying something, since he was living with one half of a freshly joined gay couple). Blaine looked after him for a moment, mouth slightly open, before his eyes fell on the giant in front of him, who looked oddly sad and rejected.

"Uhm, I better get going, too," he mumbled, turning around and hurrying after the other boy, who was standing next to the ticket counter, arms crossed decidedly and shooting glares in their direction. Blaine moved, until they stood close, sides touching and carefully slipped a hand into the small of his back, when Kurt's posture remained tense and unhappy.

"Well, that was something," he remarked, gently circling his hand.

Sighing, Kurt relaxed into his touch. "Sorry. He just triggered some bad memories."

"Karofsky," Blaine mused quietly, "The name kind of rings a bell. Is he from your old school?"

"Yeah, I think I told you about him, feels like that was ages ago. He was one of my number one bullies, scared and mean just like the rest of them." He scoffed, snipping at one of his bangs angrily, until it fell back against his skull to his satisfaction.

"Hey, now," Blaine murmured, stepping closer, until he was half-hugging the other boy, circling his arms around him, when Kurt sagged into his touch.

"Sorry," he mumbled again, burrowing his face in Blaine's neck for a moment. "I'm kind of ruining our first date, aren't I?"

"Pft, I've been here with Wes and David before. There's not much you can do to put me off anymore." An elderly man behind the counter glared at them and their close proximity and he carefully disentangled them, bringing a respectable distance between them.

Kurt sighed quietly, subtly bringing a hand up to dab at the corners of his eyes. "You think we could still make it to that showing of the movie?"

"There's still ten minutes left, before it starts and that's only the beginning of the advertisements," Blaine said slowly, eyeing the counter to decide if the short queue in front of the unfriendly cashier was really worth the saved time, but before he could react Kurt was already stepping forward, shaking his head scoldingly.

"Don't even think about it," he declared, "I invited you, so I'm paying."

"Well, if you insist." Blaine pocketed his wallet again, watching the people around them with curious eyes, while Kurt purchased their tickets. On the opposite side of the hall, tall and bulky was Karofsky still leaning against a wall. He had been joined by a group of equally broad and terrifying friends who were seemingly engaging into a loud game of 'Who can shove whom harder' with high enthusiasm, while Kurt's acquaintance kept shooting glances in their direction.

"Your friends are watching us," he informed Kurt quietly, stepping up behind him when he turned around and resting a hand on the small of his back. For a moment the boy seemed to relax into the touch, but then his gaze fell on the group laughing and shoving each other and he tensed up again, turning his back to them.

"He's not my friend," Kurt said irritated. "Anything but, to be exact."

Blaine shrugged, pressing slightly forward and guiding him away from the group and towards their auditorium. "I didn't really know what else to call him."

"You don't have to call him anything, for I hope that we're save of seeing him ever again," Kurt grumbled, raising an eyebrow when Blaine suddenly stopped in his step.

"Karofsky!" he exclaimed triumphantly, "I remember now. He was the reason you changed schools, wasn't he?" He turned his head to look at Kurt questioningly, who grimaced slightly, but nodded.

"One of the reasons."

Blaine considered him thoughtfully for a moment. "Did he- you know, did he find out about you?"

Mouth slowly opening, Kurt stared at him in astonishment. "I- what? How do you know that?"

"Well, I couldn't think of anything else that would make you do something as drastic as changing schools. Besides, I've been wondering how you were able to keep this secret while visiting a public school for so long, ever since we talked yesterday." Blaine shrugged, coming to a halt in front of auditorium number six.

"Yes, he found out one day ... in the locker room. Of course, I did the only reasonable thing; Panicking and running away - in hindsight this seems to be my go-to-reaction to these kind of things -, but after I had thrown a reasonable fit in my bedroom, I talked to my Dad and he sought Karofsky out and drove to his house. I don't know exactly what went down, but when he came back he told me that I wouldn't have to worry about him any more and even though I first feared that that was code-language for me to start worrying about the gardening my father had taken up recently, he assured me that Karofsky would keep my secret, but in exchange for that promise, I would have to leave McKinley permanently."

"That makes suspiciously little sense to me."

"Yes, I thought so too, but whatever it was him not being able to endure my mere existence in the same school as him, or that he generally wanted me out of his face, my father and I had considered a change of schools anyway several times before. As you know, my life at McKinley hadn't been exactly glorious, but I had my stable circle of friends I wouldn't want to miss for the world and Glee club, that had kept me from seriously looking into other schools so far."

"And you still choose Dalton?"

Kurt shrugged, shifting the bucket of popcorn they had gotten earlier to free one of his arms and open the door in front of them. "It didn't seem like I had any other options at that time and it's not like I ever regretted that choice." He threw a flirty little smile in Blaine's direction, that made the other boy blush and nearly stumble over one of the poorly-lit stairs.

Suddenly the remaining lights went off and with a slight rustle the curtains in the front of the theatre drew back as the first advertisement came up on the screen, just in time for the two boys to reach their seats.

"Oh, I love this ad." Kurt pointed to the front, as they settled down in a scatter of jackets, tickets, bags and popcorn. "There are so little good car commercials."

Blaine hummed his agreement, leaning back and nudging their legs together. "Wanna' push back the arm rest?" he asked, patting the obnoxious barrier between them.

"Oh, why Mr. Anderson! Isn't that quite forward for our first date?" Kurt crossed his arms and pursed his lips, until Blaine waggled his eyebrows in a ridiculous fashion and he could not hide his grin any longer. "Oh, stop with the eyebrows, you look ridiculous."

"Pft, you think my eyebrows are a-dorable." He punctuated the last word decisively, while leaning back to push back their armrest.

"Maybe a little," Kurt admitted, quietly enough that Blaine was not sure if he had been meant to hear it. He smiled softly to himself.

They settled back into their seats, Blaine carefully slipping an arm behind Kurt's back, so the other boy could cuddle into him. On the screen the opening credits started playing and both boys smiled briefly at each other, falling silent. The next three hours they were able to loose themselves in Middle-earth, sharing a bucket of popcorn and leaning wider and wider towards each other, until Kurt had buried his head deeply in Blaine's shoulder and both of Blaine's arms were locked tightly around his middle. Kurt had kept his promise from earlier, providing Blaine with an endless stream of commentary that granted them some ugly looks from the rows in front of them, but Blaine enjoyed them nonetheless.

On the screen Bilbo held a surprisingly suave conversation with Smaug, who Kurt had playfully named 'Golden Globe', because he surely caused just as much misery and grief, and only twenty-five minutes later - "I've predicted the end for this movie at least twenty times already, what is happening?" - the lights in the theatre went back on.

"Well ..." Kurt started, stretching languidly out of his seat and picking lost popcorn from his clothes. "That was long."

"And awesome," Blaine added, picking up their bags and jackets, while Kurt carried out the empty bucket and drinks.

"Yes," Kurt said slowly, "That too." He dumped their garbage into one of the cans in passing, before accepting his stuff back from Blaine. They waited patiently as an elderly couple in front of them descended the stairs at a snails-tale, before leaving the room, Kurt's hand slipping effortlessly around the crook of Blaine's elbow.

"Even though I'm not totally convinced everything happening in three hours could have been mentioned in a fifty-what-not-paged book."

"Three-hundred and ten."

"What?"

"The book. It has three-hundred and ten pages." Blaine shrugged. "Wes, David and I spend a whole summer trying to memorize every line, but after page one hundred forty-five Wes was kidnapped by his family and David got a girlfriend, so the project dissolved in itself pretty quickly."

"You must have had incredibly boring summers."

"If that is a synonym for incredibly awesome, then yes. Of course!"

"U-hu, whatever you say." Kurt grinned playfully, dodging the elbow Blaine tried to bump into his side. The other boy smiled back, before crossing the last few feet towards his car and holding open the passenger door.

"After you, my dear sir." He performed a ridiculous - and not at all cute - little 'tada-gesture', throwing a flirty wink that Kurt certainly and surely not blushed at. A giddy smile curled around the corners of his mouth and without thinking he leaned forward, catching Blaine who was still in the process of straightening up by surprise and pressing a quick kiss to his mouth. Blaine froze mid-movement, mouth opening in a startled little 'oh', eyes blinking up at him in astonishment.

Kurt felt a slow blush creep into his face and he quickly turned away to hide it, swinging himself past his date and into the car.

"You coming?" he called, when Blaine continued standing motionless, staring at the spot Kurt had just left.

The other boy blinked, startled out of his reverie and shook himself slightly, stepping around the car. "Huh? Yeah, of course," he murmured, a matching blush fighting its way into his face. He got in the vehicle, exchanging a shy glance with the boy next to him, before turning back to the road and starting the motor, a smile curling around the corners of his mouth.

About fifteen minutes later they reached the house of the Hummels, that had been slowly turning into the house of the Hummel-Hudsons during the last few weeks, where Blaine pulled into the driveway and stopped the motor, turning sideways, so he was facing Kurt.

They exchanged another round of smiles, before Kurt cocked his head, throwing a flirty glance at his date.

"So ..." he said slowly, fingers coming up to play coyly with a lose strand of his hair.

Blaine blinked at him. "So?"

"Yeees ... so ..."

"So, I will see you on Monday?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "So, that was a very nice evening."

"Oh, yeah totally." Blaine nodded enthusiastically, smile widening. "We should do that again. Not that film again, of course, because as much as I love The Hobbit, I don't think I could watch it a third time, but -"

"Blaine." Kurt crossed his arms, but his gaze was fond. "How about we go out for coffee tomorrow?"

"Okay, yes. That sounds great." Nodding eagerly, Blaine gently intertwined their hands. "Another date."

"Dating," Kurt smiled, squeezing his hand. "Right?"

"Of course. Actually, I thought maybe if this evening went well, I could ask you, if maybe we could be ... boyfriends?" He looked uncertain, redness spreading over his cheeks and for a moment it seemed like he was about to draw his hand back, but then Kurt let out a happy squeal, stepping forward, face bright and lips eagerly attacking Blaine's.

The other boy stumbled back a few steps, his back hitting the door of his car and his arms coming up to catch him tight against his body. With a happy hum, Kurt fell against him, instinctively trying to get closer, when Blaine escaped a surprised huff.

"I – take that as a yes?" Blaine asked out of breath and red-cheeked, still holding the other boy in a tight embrace.

"Yes! Of course, you dork." With a helpless giggle, Kurt rested his head in the crook of his neck and shoulder. "Like you even have to ask."

"Better safe than sorry." Blaine shrugged seemingly nonchalant, but the way his face light up and his heart thundered against Kurt cheek told otherwise.

"I should probably get going," he murmured after a while, reluctantly raising his head and disentangling their arms. "Before my Dad decides to flicker the porch light."

Blaine gulped."You think your Dad can see us?"

"I'm at least eighty percent sure that he's asleep."

"Eighty percent?!" Blaine gasped, causing the other boy to laugh and peck him on the mouth with an adorable little smile.

"Don't forget you're coming to dinner with us next week." Blaine's eyes widened in panic and Kurt's grin expanded. "See you tomorrow!"