Road To Love: Chapter 5

As Kurt nervously leaned in to kiss Blaine, his heart was pounding in his chest. He was hoping that he would get to experience the 'fireworks' that people always talked about. However, he found that 'fireworks' didn't even begin to describe what he felt when his lips met Blaine's.

His stomach lurched, his heart soared, and he was surprised that his knees didn't give out beneath him. Overwhelmed, he wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and tangled his fingers in his hair, and Blaine twined an arm around Kurt's waist to pull him closer.

I wish I could do this forever, Kurt thought.

This is perfect.

Nothing in the world could be better than this.

Kurt surrendered completely to Blaine's embrace, melting into his arms and parting his lips to allow Blaine's tongue entry to his mouth.

It was as though the whole world had disappeared. Kurt was aware of nothing but Blaine's lips on his - the sweet taste of them, like coffee and chocolate and something that was just Blaine. Kurt moaned softly at the soft wetness of Blaine's tongue as it ran across the inside of his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth wider. He was running out of breath so he pulled back for just a second, but it didn't do much good because as he gasped for air Blaine lunged forward again and enveloped Kurt's open mouth with his own, and really, who needs oxygen anyway?

Suddenly, a passing car honked its horn, loudly. Kurt and Blaine pulled apart in shock. In their perfect moment, they had forgotten that they were standing on the sidewalk, in plain view of Kurt's street and all of the surrounding houses. The people inside the car whistled and shouted jeers and catcalls out of the open window as they drove past.

Well, Kurt thought, at least they didn't throw any hard objects at us.

As soon as the car was out of sight, Kurt looked back at Blaine, whose arms were still wrapped around Kurt's waist. Their faces were still just inches apart. Blaine's pupils were blown so wide that Kurt could barely see the golden hazel of his eyes. His lips were red and swollen and wet, and before Kurt could think about what to do next, Blaine swooped in to kiss him again.

The kiss was shorter than the last, but still left Kurt breathless. After a few seconds, Blaine pulled back very slightly.

"I'm late for work," he mumbled against Kurt's lips.

"Mmph," Kurt protested softly, turning his head to the side to nuzzle Blaine's neck. "You have to go now?"

Blaine chuckled quietly. "I wish I could stay," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. He grabbed Kurt's face gently in his hands, and looked into his eyes. "Will you meet me after I get off work? I know it will be kind of late, but maybe we could go and get coffee, or something?"

Kurt paused for a moment. "Actually," he mumbled, breath ghosting across Blaine's ear, "I would rather you just snuck into my room. It's the third window on the right, above the rose bushes."

Blaine leaned back to look at Kurt, his eyes wide with surprise, and swallowed audibly.

Shit, Kurt thought, mentally berating himself for being so forward. "No, no, I didn't mean…not to, like, do anything," he clarified quickly. "I just want to be alone with you, somewhere private. I think we need to talk."

Blaine nodded. "You're right," he said. "I won't get caught though, will I?"

Kurt shook his head. "No, I have a lock on my door, and my dad doesn't tend to bother me in the evenings. Anyway, you could always hide in my giant walk-in closet if he knocked." He winked at Blaine.

"Ok," Blaine responded after barely a moment's hesitation. He smiled widely. "I guess I'll see you tonight, then." He squeezed Kurt's body gently before reluctantly un-wrapping his arms from Kurt's waist and turning to walk in the direction of the garage.

Kurt bit his lip as Blaine began to walk away. Oh, what the heck, he thought to himself, and acting on impulse, he ran up to Blaine, grabbed his arm and spun him around. Then their lips were together again, and the kiss was heated, all tongues and teeth and wanting, and then Kurt was pulling back once again, breathing heavily, cheeks flushed and eyes dark. "I can't wait," he whispered, and Blaine stood frozen on the sidewalk, staring dumbly at Kurt's retreating back as he walked quickly back up the path to his front door and into his house.

Once inside, Kurt ran to his room, slamming the door behind him and throwing himself onto his bed. He grabbed his pillow and held it to his face to muffle the noise as he squealed loudly. His heart felt like it was beating at a thousand times its normal rate.

He couldn't believe it.

He had kissed Blaine.

He was going to see Blaine again tonight.

He looked over at his bedside clock, which read 7:40 a.m. He groaned loudly, burying his face into the pillow again.

Only 8 hours and 20 minutes to go.

He wasn't sure if he could make it that long.

As predicted, the waiting was torture for both Kurt and Blaine.

Kurt was spending his time desperately trying to distract himself from thoughts of Blaine. He decided to send a mass text to all of the girls from New Directions, since he had nothing better to do and they were no doubt eagerly awaiting news about Blaine.

From: Kurt

To: Santana, Rachel, Mercedes, Brittany, Tina, Quinn

Blaine and I kissed this morning, more than once. It was amazing. I am meeting him after he gets off work today.

Kurt only had to wait about a minute after pressing 'send' before his phone vibrated furiously with replies.

To: Kurt

From: Santana

Hummel, you never fail to surprise me. You have bigger balls than I thought. How you manage to stuff those massive things into your ridiculously tight jeans every day shall forever remain a mystery. Good luck for tonight. Let me know all the dirty details afterwards. Proud of u. - Santana

Much to Kurt's surprise, Kurt felt his eyes prickle slightly. He was beginning to feel a deep fondness for Santana. He made a mental note to thank her later, and buy her a voucher for Breadstix.

To: Kurt

From: Rachel

EEEP! Omg! Kurt that is so great. It's okay, you don't have to thank me, I'm just glad that you two found each other. If you guys ever decide to have babies one day, I will be happy to be your surrogate. xox Rachel

Kurt rolled his eyes, but smiled. Rachel could be a little clueless and self-centred at times, but he loved her. She really was a good friend and a caring person. He had a feeling they would be getting a lot closer this year.

He moved on to the rest of the texts.

To: Kurt

From: Mercedes

Get it, white boy! Call me immediately after or I'll have to come over. I still haven't seen this guy. You have to introduce him. Does he have any hot brothers? ;)

To: Kurt

From: Brittany

Yay! I love dolphin kisses! Blaine is lucky. You are a good kisser and you taste really yummy.

To: Kurt

From: Tina

That's amazing Kurt, congratulations! You deserve all the happiness in the world. Best of luck for tonight, I can't wait to hear all about it =) Much love, Tina xox

To: Kurt

From: Quinn

That's great, Kurt. I'm really happy for you. My only word of advice would be not to rush things. But I'm sure you are perfectly capable of making smart decisions. I hope tonight goes well for you. – Quinn

Kurt grinned down at his phone. He really did love all of his friends. They were all very different, but somehow, their group just fit together like puzzle pieces. If any of them were to leave Glee club, Kurt didn't know what he would do. The puzzle just wouldn't be complete anymore.

Too lazy and pre-occupied to reply to all of the texts, Kurt discarded his phone on his bed and went downstairs to bake cookies. Baking always had a way of taking his mind off things when he felt distracted or stressed. And maybe later, he could take some cookies out to Blaine and his dad, he thought with a smile.

Blaine had been consumed with thoughts of Kurt the whole day. He tried to focus on the tasks that Burt gave him, but his attention span lasted about 30 seconds before his thoughts drifted back to Kurt's lips, Kurt's tongue, Kurt's taste and smell and feel and the small breathless whimper he had made when Blaine had tilted his head slightly to fit their mouths even more perfectly together. And then realisation would hit that Kurt had actually kissed him, and Blaine would have to physically struggle not to squeal and do a happy dance in the middle of the garage.

It was a miracle that he had managed to not damage any of the cars.

He glanced down at his watch to see that it read 11:06am. He sighed. It had felt like days had passed since that morning. He just wanted to see Kurt again.

Just then, the door opened. Blaine's head snapped up as Kurt entered the garage, holding a tray of cookies.

"Are those cookies?" Burt asked eagerly, striding across the garage quickly to grab one from the tray. Kurt nodded.

"You got a test coming up or somethin'? You always bake when you're stressed," he said with a mouthful of cookie.

Kurt wrinkled his nose. "Dad, gross. Don't talk with your mouth full. And no, I don't have a test. I just felt like baking, I guess."

He looked up at Blaine, and when their eyes met, Blaine felt his stomach do a weird jumpy-somersault thing. He decided that he had better get used to this happening when he was around Kurt.

"Would you like a cookie, Blaine?" Kurt asked, with a kind of intensity that one does not normally encounter when being offered cookies. Luckily, Burt seemed oblivious to Kurt's tone as he practically inhaled the cookies.

"Yes, please," Blaine said quietly, and he began to walk towards Kurt, eyes never leaving his face.

He was so distracted by Kurt's presence that he didn't see the greasy rag lying at his feet. He did, however, feel his foot fly out from underneath him. He flailed his arms helplessly, but his attempts to regain his balance were unsuccessful as he toppled forwards, smacking his face onto the rear-view mirror of a large red convertible before landing in a crumpled heap on the floor.

Kurt was at his side in seconds.

"Oh my god, Blaine, are you alright?"

"Jeez, kid, are you hurt?"

"Mmmph," Blaine grunted from the floor, face heating with embarrassment at his highly undignified fall. "Ahhh…I'm okay…my face hurts a little…nothing serious, I'm fine."

"Blaine, let me see," Kurt said sternly. Blaine sat up, and Kurt grabbed his chin in his hands, tilting his face from side to side to assess the damage.

"That's going to bruise," Burt said. "Best get some ice on it."

"I'll help," Kurt said, grabbing Blaine under the elbow and pulling him to his feet.

"Thanks, kiddo," Burt said. "You take your time, Blaine. Make sure you let me know if you feel dizzy at all, or if your head starts hurtin', okay?"

Blaine mumbled his thanks to Burt as Kurt dragged him from the garage.

Carole was in the kitchen making a cup of tea when Kurt burst in, pulling a dark-haired boy in blue coveralls behind him. Carole figured that it must be the new boy that Burt had hired to help out in the garage.

Kurt looked up and noticed her standing by the counter. He regarded her with a slight frown on his face, seeming almost annoyed at her presence.

"Hi," she said, slightly confused by the scene in front of her.

"Blaine fell and hurt his face, I was just going to help him put some ice on it," Kurt said.

"Oh, okay. It's nice to meet you, Blaine. I'm Carole. " She reached out her hand and Blaine shook it, smiling politely at her.

Kurt pushed Blaine towards the dining table and went over to the fridge to grab a bag of frozen peas. He then sat down opposite Blaine and held the bag to his face.

One thing about Carole was that she had always been very observant, and she had a way of noticing things about people that others may initially miss. When she had met Burt, she had immediately been able to see what an amazing man he was. He looked at Kurt with nothing but love and pride, and he had the most honest eyes that Carole had ever seen. It hadn't taken her very long at all to fall in love with Burt Hummel. When she married him, she was thrilled that she gained not only a husband, but also a son. Kurt was one of the bravest, most kind-hearted people she had ever met. As different as they may seem at first glance, Kurt took after his father in many respects.

As Carole leaned against the kitchen counter and surveyed the scene in front of her, she didn't miss the way that Kurt's hand lingered on Blaine's cheek, the tips of his fingers brushing through his curls slightly. She also didn't miss the way that Blaine was looking at Kurt, eyes wide and with his mouth hanging slightly open, taking in Kurt's face as if he were the most beautiful thing Blaine had ever seen.

She watched the boys' silent interactions for a few minutes with a small smile on her face before they both got up and Blaine headed back out to the garage. As Kurt walked past her to put the bag of peas back into the freezer, she leaned down to place a kiss to the top of his head. Kurt looked up at her with a slightly confused but nonetheless pleased expression on his face, before smiling her and offering her a freshly baked cookie.

As Carole munched on her cookie, she watched Kurt fondly as he cleaned up in the kitchen, a wide smile on his face, and his eyes sparkling in a way that she hadn't seen for quite some time. She felt herself tearing up, and turned away to wipe her eyes subtly. If there was something going on between Kurt and Blaine – and from what she had seen, it certainly seemed like there was – she really hoped that everything worked out for them. She knew how much of a hopeless romantic Kurt was, but it wasn't easy to grow up gay in Lima. Kurt had complained to her several times about being the only out gay kid at McKinley, and how he just wanted to be able to hold hands with the person that he loved. He deserved that. He needed that. The idea that he might find that made Carole's heart swell in her chest.

She decided not to mention anything to Burt – as sure as she was that something was going on between Kurt and Blaine, "lingering fingers" and "adoring gazes" weren't exactly concrete evidence. Besides, she knew that Kurt would want to do things at his own pace, and tell Burt himself when he was ready. She just hoped that he wasn't scared of what Burt's reaction would be. She knew that all Burt really wanted was for his son to be truly happy, and if Blaine was the cause of that happiness, Burt would love him too.

When Blaine finally got off work that afternoon, he shouted a hurried goodbye to Burt as he practically sprinted to his car. He caught a glimpse of his face in the rear-view mirror and winced. He had a black eye and looked like he'd been in a fist-fight, but at least the ice had prevented any swelling.

He drove his car down the street before parking it, out of sight of the Hummel's house. Once he had hurried back to the house, he crept cautiously up to the window that Kurt had identified as his bedroom that morning. The curtains were drawn, but Blaine could see that the lights were on inside. He realised that his heart was racing, his palms were sweaty, and he felt vaguely nauseous – all signs that he was nervous. He took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the window.

After a few seconds, the curtains opened, and Kurt's face appeared. His eyes were shining with excitement, and Blaine smiled nervously and waved at him through the glass. Kurt quickly slid open the window from the inside and stepped back so Blaine could climb in.

Once he had clambered in through the window, Blaine took a deep breath at the realisation that he was standing in Kurt Hummel's bedroom. He glanced around quickly, taking in the beautiful furniture and matching warm tones. The room was absolutely pristine, not a speck of dirt or clutter in sight. At first glance, it looked like something straight out of an Interior Design magazine. However, Blaine was able to notice certain features of the room that it made it clear who it belonged to. A large 'Wicked' poster hung on the bedroom door, and there was a framed picture of Lady Gaga hanging on the wall. The vanity was covered with an assortment of expensive-looking facial products. Above Kurt's desk was a cork-board with photographs pinned up. Blaine noticed pictures of Burt and Kurt, Carole, and some older-looking pictures of a beautiful woman that he didn't recognise. There were also numerous pictures of several teenagers that he figured must be Kurt's friends.

Blaine turned his attention back to Kurt, who was looking at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, the expression on his face somewhat difficult to decipher. If Blaine didn't know any better, he'd say it was a mixture of desire and apprehension – similar to what he was currently experiencing himself. He took a tentative step forward, and so did Kurt, and then all traces of hesitation disappeared as they rushed to close the short distance between them.

Blaine didn't know who kissed who this time, but he knew that they were both kissing each other with the same level of what could only be described as an insatiable hunger for closeness. Blaine ran his hands through Kurt's hair, and Kurt let out a soft breathless whimper, which Blaine swallowed up with a moan. Kurt pulled back slightly, and Blaine was aware that they were both panting. It was easy to forget to breathe when he was kissing Kurt.

"We need to talk," Kurt whispered, ghosting his lips across Blaine's jaw.

"Yeah," Blaine breathed, placing a kiss to Kurt's cheek, then another just below his ear, then another on his neck. Kurt whimpered softly. Blaine decided that he never wanted to stop causing Kurt to make those delightful sounds.

"Blaine, really. No kissing for five minutes. We need to talk about this."

Blaine pulled back reluctantly, and Kurt walked over to his bed, sitting cross-legged and patting the space next to him. Blaine gulped, and sat down.

"So…what does this mean? For you? " Kurt asked, his voice still breathless.

"I…" Blaine stammered, not quite sure what Kurt wanted to hear. He decided that in this situation, honesty was probably the best policy. He took a deep breath before speaking.

"I like you, Kurt. I like you a lot. I like you more than I thought it was possible to like someone after only having known them a few short weeks. Like, from the moment I saw you, I thought you were just…the most beautiful person I had ever laid eyes on. And you're so interesting, and I just want to know everything about you. I feel like…like we were meant to find each other, or something." He blushed suddenly and looked down at his lap, realising just how ridiculous that sounded. "Th-that is, I mean, I just feel like we…have a connection. I know that sounds cheesy, but I want to see what it means. I want to see where it takes us. The thing is, Kurt, I've never had a boyfriend before, and I'm not very good at romance. But I would really like to try it, with you…if you'd let me. I know that you probably don't feel the same way about me but if you would just give me a chance that would be more than I could ever ask for, and now I'm babbling like an idiot, oh my god. I'm so sorry."

He looked up at Kurt nervously, half-expecting him to be halfway out the door, terrified by Blaine's admission of feelings. But he was still sitting on the bed, staring at Blaine with wide eyes, his expression unreadable. Blaine looked down at Kurt's bedspread, too scared to maintain eye contact.

"You're an idiot." Kurt said after a pause that seemed to stretch on forever. Blaine immediately felt his face heat up in shame. But then Kurt continued. "You're an idiot, if you think that you're bad at romance after that speech." Blaine looked up in surprise, shocked to see that Kurt's eyes were shining with unshed tears.

"Bu…but, what…?"

"Blaine, that was the most amazing thing anyone's ever said to me," Kurt said, his voice choked up from the lump in his throat. "You big, huge, giant idiot, oh my god. Of course I'll let you be my boyfriend. Of course I feel the same way about you."

Blaine just stared at Kurt for a few seconds before his words registered. He felt his heart swell in his chest, and his face broke into a grin so huge that he thought his cheeks might break. He threw himself at Kurt, who let out a delighted squeal, and pulled him into an enthusiastic hug, holding his body as close as physically possible. Then he leaned back so he could look Kurt in the eye, and Kurt reached his hand up to wipe away a tear from Blaine's cheek, and Blaine hadn't even been aware that he'd been crying, but apparently he had.

"Are you sure about this?" Blaine asked, smirking at Kurt playfully. "You do realise that you just agreed to be in a relationship with a 'big, huge, giant idiot'."

Kurt giggled and grabbed Blaine's hand, linking their fingers together. "I'm pretty sure. You might be an idiot, but you're the most adorable idiot I've ever seen."

Blaine chucked. "Has it been five minutes yet?"

"Yes," Kurt responded, grinning cheekily.

"Have we talked about everything we needed to talk about?"

"For now."

"Can I kiss you now?"

"Please do."

So he did.