Looking over at the Spanish text and note books and sheet music spread over his bed, Kurt groaned and jumped up from his seat beside the hazardous mess. Flinging his pen on top of the mess, Kurt quickly took his jacket off and stormed towards the bathroom, closing the door quickly behind him. With another groan, he dropped back against the cool wood, his eyes closed. Finally opening his eyes, Kurt moved over to his Ipod dock and plugged his I pod in before turning his music onto a considerable volume. With a happy hum, he moved to the shower and quickly turned the water on to the right heat and climbed in. After soaping himself up with his jasmine scented body wash, Kurt started to sing along to the song that had just started playing.

Watching every motion
In my foolish lovers game
On this endless ocean
Finally lovers know no shame

Kurt smiled as he sang, suddenly thinking about Blaine.

Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn and say

Take my breath away
Take my breath away

Yeah, already he managed to take my breath away, Kurt thought to himself.

Watching I keep waiting
Still anticipating love
Never hesitating
To become the fated ones

Now washing off the lather he had covered his body in, his brain continued to fill with thoughts of Blaine as he continued to sing while he moved on to his hair.

Turning and returning
To some secret place to cry
Watching in slow motion
As you turn to me and say

Take my breath away

This time his mind flicked to when he had first seen Blaine, when he had fought back against Karofsky for him.

Through the hourglass I saw you
In time you slipped away
When the mirror crashed I called you
And turned to hear you say

If only for today
I am unafraid

Take my breath away
Take my breath away

Kurt had the sudden need to hear Blaine utter those words.

Watching every motion
In this foolish lover's game
Haunted by the notion
Somewhere there's a love in flames

Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn my way and say

Take my breath away (My love)
Take my breath away

My love

Take my breath away, ooohh away

Take my breath away

My love

Take my breath away

Once he had washed all the shampoo and conditioner out of his hair, Kurt shut the water off and quickly climbed out of the shower. Grabbing two towels, he wrapped one around his waist and the other he used to quickly dried his hair, planning to blow dry it before he coiffed it. Making sure his face was thoroughly dry he made his way to his vanity and performed his nightly moisturising routine. Once that was finished, Kurt made his way over to his closet. Choosing to go with a simple outfit, Kurt pulled out a pair of dark grey skinny jeans, a white long-sleeved shirt and a light blue cardigan. Smiling at his choice, Kurt laid his clothes out gently on the bed before pulling his pants on.

Leaving his chest bare, Kurt happily moved back over to his vanity and started work on his hair. He clearly heard Finn groan as he walked past.

“Shut up, Finn!” Kurt snapped as he turned on his hair-dryer, cutting off Finn's second groan. With a roll of his eyes, Kurt hurriedly started on his hair.

Half a tin of hairspray later, Kurt grinned at the perfectness of his hair. With one last fiddle of the few strands that had fallen free, he was happy. Getting back up from his seat, he moved back to his bed, Kurt quickly pulled his shirt on and started doing up the buttons. As he was pulling his cardigan on, he heard the distinct sound of the doorbell. With a smile, Kurt picked up his phone and wallet and left the room. Stopping at the top of the stairs, he listened as his dad answered the door.

“Hello, how can I help you?” Burt asked, looking down at the slightly shorter boy. The questioned boy smiled up at him, his honey-hazel eyes sparkling.

“Hello, you must be Burt Hummel.” Blaine said happily, poking his hand out. Burt took it, shaking firmly before letting it drop.

“Yes, I am. Who might you be?” Burt asked, one eyebrow shooting up as he moved his cap to rub at the bald head underneath. Blaine smiled back at him, making Burt frown. Not many people were this perky upon meeting him.

“Blaine Anderson, sir. I'm here to pick up Kurt.” Blaine said clearly, not letting Burt get the better of him. Kurt smiled at this, most people were quivering in the boots at this point. Finn had been.

“You best not hurt him. In any way.” Burt declared, staring the boy down, but still Blaine didn't budge or flinch. “I'm warning you now, I own a gun. I know how to kill someone and make it look like an accident. I am very protective of my boys, especially Kurt.”

Blaine smiled up at Kurt's father, “Sir, I have absolutely no intention of ever hurting Kurt. He is the most amazing, compassionate, kind-hearted, selfless person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.” Kurt chose the moment to start walking down the stairs, hearing the next thing Blaine said more clearly.

“I may have only just met him today, but I really care about him. I really do like your son, Mr. Hummel.” Blaine said, looking up in shock as someone behind Burt gasped. Blaine came face to face with a shocked Kurt Hummel.

“Blaine, did you really mean that?” Kurt asked, taking a step closer to the two men in front of the door. Burt watched with a small smile as Blaine nodded. A small smile grew on Kurt's face as he watched Blaine.

“Yeah, Kurt. I did. I meant every word.” Blaine said, trying hard not to look at the taller boy. His eyes chose to ignore him though, and he found himself staring into Kurt's perfect glasz eyes.

“Wow, Kurt.” Blaine said as he looked down at what Kurt was wearing. “You-you take my breath away.”

At that, Kurt's mouth fell open. With his face burning, he quickly closed his slacken jaw and smiled. It seemed he had gotten his wish.

“Thank you, Blaine. You look rather dashing yourself.” Kurt said, thinking for a moment. “I like you, too.”

Blaine grinned at this and looked over at Kurt expectantly. Kurt seemed to understand what he wanted, and he moved over to stand next to him. Blaine reached out with a hesitant hand and carefully took Kurt's hand in his own. Kurt looked down at their linked hands with a smile, his cheeks crimson. Even though Burt was watching him like a hawk, Blaine timidly leaned over and kissed Kurt on the cheek. That had more memories flying into Kurt's mind. The feel of Blaine's hand, the softness of Blaine's lips, the way he looked in Kurt's clothes.

At that moment, Finn decided to come bounding down the stairs. Both Blaine and Kurt looked up in shock at the thundering sounds of Finn. Kurt pulled out of his reverie then and turned to look at Finn, who looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“Finn. Come here.” Kurt beckoned with a finger. Finn reluctantly came forwards. Reaching a hand up, Kurt smacked his step-brother over the back of his head. “You know very well I heard you groan!”

Finn raised a hand to rub at the back of his head. Nodding his head, Finn quickly turned on his heel and ran from Kurt. Blaine couldn't help chuckle. Kurt turned a sweet smile on him, making Blaine chuckle louder. Without really know what he was doing, he pulled on the hand he was holding until Kurt was in his arms. He expected him to stiffen, or pull away. But rather, Kurt softened in Blaine's arms, melting against his chest as his free arm wrapped around his waist. A happy hum escaped Blaine's lips, and he knew in that moment that he wanted to have Kurt as his boyfriend.

Kurt pulled back after a moment, though he seemed reluctant to do so. A smile was still on Kurt's face, and it seemed like it was there to stay. Moving away from Blaine, Kurt walked up to his father, who now looked uncomfortable, and kissed him on the cheek.

“Curfews at eleven, Kurt.” Burt said as Kurt took as step back. Nodding, he reached for Blaine.

“It was nice meeting you, Mr. Hummel.” Blaine managed to say as the door closed behind him, though he did hear Burt chuckle.

“I think he likes you, Blaine.” Kurt said as they walked over to Blaine's car. Looking up at him, Blaine couldn't seemed to stop himself from blurting.

“Will you be my boyfriend?!” Blaine asked, both their eyes going wide in shock as they stopped at the driver's side door.

“What?” Kurt asked, still looking shocked, but Blaine was sure he could see a hint of a smile on his face behind the shock.

“Well, I really like you, more than a friend. And I would never hurt you, I don't want to die! But, It would also break my heart to see you hurt. Even though I've never done this before, I would really like you to be my first.” Blaine muttered quickly, making Kurt smile.

“Blaine, calm down. I would love to be your boyfriend. And just so you know, you'd be my first as well.” Kurt said before he was enveloped in a hug. But what happened next, shocked Kurt even more. One moment they were hugging and the next, Blaine's lips were on his. Kurt stiffened in shock for a moment before he settled into the feeling of Blaine's arms around him. The feeling of Blaine's lips moving against his own blocked out any sensible thought that they were standing outside Kurt's parents house. But when he felt Blaine's tongue slide against his bottom lip, Kurt had to pull back.

“Kurt?” Blaine asked, looking a little hurt and rejected. Kurt smiled reassuringly at him.

“I'd like to continue, Blaine. But I'm sure my father is watching us from the lounge room window.” Kurt said as they both turned to look back at the house, just in time to see the curtains fall back into place. Chuckling, they both quickly climbed into Blaine's car. Blaine reached over and took Kurt's hand as he pulled away from the curb.

“I've never done this before, Kurt. I haven't got a clue what a boyfriend's supposed to do.” Blaine said, looking over at his boyfriend. Boyfriend! Kurt turned to look at him, squeezing his hand gently.

“Hey, it's alright. I don't know what I'm doing either. We just have to take it one step at a time, together. Though I don't mind the kissing.” Kurt said, sending him a cheeky grin. Blaine blushed, quickly looking back at the road.

“Yeah, I kind of thought I'd screwed that up when you pulled back. But I guess I wouldn't mind trying it again.” Blaine said as they pulled into the Breadstix's car park.

Kurt waited until they had parked before he said anything, “Really? How about now?”

Blaine didn't hesitate to unbuckle his seat belt and lunge at Kurt, quickly connecting their lips and continuing where they had left off. This time when Blaine ran his tongue against his lip, Kurt opened them for him. A moan escaped both of them as their tongues touched, sending them both on a frenzy. They were unsure how long they sat there for, battling out for dominance, their tongues twirling and moving against each other. Their hands couldn't seem to keep to themselves either, though they steered clear of each other's hair.

They both pulled back at the same time, both grinning happily.

“I could get used to this.” Blaine said as he drew back, dropping back down into his own seat. Kurt simply smiled back at him before unbuckling his belt and opened his door. Blaine stared at him, suddenly feeling undapper and ungentlemanly. Before Kurt had his door all the way open, Blaine was out of the car and around his side. Blushing a little, Kurt allowed him to take his hand and help him out.

“I'm warning you now, this place may be called 'Breadstix' but their bread sticks are horrible.” Kurt said as his feet hit the ground. Blaine chuckled as he closed the door behind him and locked his car, pocketing his keys and taking his hand.

“I trust you.” Blaine said, smiling sideways at Kurt. Kurt blushed again, looking down at his feet as they walked over to the restaurant. Blaine found the way his pale cheeks blushed pink adorable. If he had his way, he would make Kurt blush, in every way possible.

“You really are adorable, Kurt.” Blaine said, still looking at him, making Kurt look up. Seeing the triumphant smile on Kurt's face made Blaine smile cheekily. Yeah, thats something else he wouldn't mind seeing on Kurt's face. He had an award winning smile.

“You're not so bad, yourself.” Kurt replied, squeezing his hand gently as the entered the restaurant. Even though they were in the middle of Lima, homophobic-Lima, neither Kurt nor Blaine dropped the other's hand. Sure, they got several filthy looks and Kurt was positive someone called them 'fag's, but that that didn't get them down. They ignored them, though Kurt did send a group of McKinley Titan's his best bitch face, they were on a date. They didn't want a bunch of hopeless Neanderthals ruining it for them.

“They really don't give up, do they? I mean, it's not like we choose to be like this. Who wants to be picked on everyday for being different. Though, I think its better to be different.” Blaine said as they were guided to their table. “How boring would the world be if we were all normal?”

Kurt smiled happily over at his boyfriend as he sat down across from him. He somehow made sitting in a room full of people that hated them, so much more easier.

“Exactly, I wouldn't change this for anything. No matter if most the world thinks its a choice.” Kurt said, his face falling and a sad frown replacing his smile. “I used to wish I could fit in, to be normal like everyone else. But then I found you.”

Blaine grinned, reaching over and gripping Kurt's hand when he saw a tear slip down his cheek.

“Hey, it's fine to want to feel normal. But hey, being gay is normal. We are all the same, no matter what gender we love.” Blaine said, not wanting to see Kurt cry. It hurt him too much. “Who cares what they think. They have no say in our lives.”

Finally, Kurt looked back up at Blaine. He really did need him in his life.

“Thank you, Blaine. I'm so glad that you're my boyfriend.” Kurt said, a smile once again gracing his face. Rubbing his thumb over the skin of Kurt's knuckles, Blaine smiled back at him. His heart was currently soaring. He had never felt this way before. Even as he was feeling it now, he still couldn't quite believe such an emotion existed.

“Good, I'm happy you're glad. I wouldn't have it any other way.” Blaine said quietly, staring deeply into Kurt's eyes. He was kind of glad when Kurt didn't blush, it must have meant that he was getting used to him and his complements.

“Okay, so what now? I've never done this before.” Kurt said, looking around at the room full of people. He was happy to see that they weren't staring at them, or him.

“I've never done this before, either. How about we just get to know each other?” Blaine asked, trying to get Kurt to forget about everyone other than them. Kurt looked back at him, trying his best to keep his attention on Blaine. But it was at that moment when all hell broke loose. The door of the restaurant opened, and Kurt hoped to hell that it wasn't who he thought it was. A laugh broke out behind them, making Kurt groan as he dropped his head down onto the table and released Blaine's hand. Blaine scowled over Kurt's shoulder at the group of people who had just walked in, all wearing McKinley letterman jackets. The person that had laugh was, can you guess, David Karofsky.

God, this guy can't take a hint! Blaine thought when he noticed that Karofsky was staring at the back of Kurt's lowered head. With a glare directed Karofsky's way, Blaine reached over and took Kurt's hand, making Kurt look up.

“Neanderthals.” Blaine reminded him. “They have no say in this matter.”

Kurt nodded at him, though he was still hoping that he could disappear. Sending Kurt a small, but bright, smile Blaine held up his hand and beckoned over the waitress.

“They can't ruin this for us, Kurt. I won't let them.” Blaine said as the waitress walked up to their table, a bright smile on her face. This made Kurt smile, it seemed that not everyone in Lima were homophobes.

“What can I get you boys?” She asked in a cheery voice, even though she had noticed their entwined hands.

“Kurt?” Blaine asked, looking over at the pale boy. Kurt looked over at him with bright eyes.

“Oh, umm a diet coke and a parma thanks.” Kurt said, almost forgetting that they were here to eat, rather than staring into each other's eyes.

“Make that two, thanks.” Blaine said with a sweet smile as the waitress nodded and walked off with a smile. Kurt watched after her for a moment, before turning back to Blaine and grinning.
“You're right, Blaine. I won't let them ruin this.”

Blaine smiled across at his boyfriend. This was what he had always wanted. To be able to stare over at the man he loved, wait, did he love Kurt? Where the feelings flying around his head and making his heart flutter, feelings of love? All he really knew was that he would give anything to see that gorgeous smile on Kurt's face, no matter the price or the consequences.

“Oooh, look-y here. Its lady butt and twinkle toes.” A menacing voice called from behind them, followed by laughter. Kurt groaned, though he tried to ignore them. It was working for the better part, until Karofsky actually came into Kurt's view. He could clearly see that look in his eyes, like he wanted to hurt Kurt but that he was also hiding something. Blaine glared down at the table, hoping that if they ignored them, then they would go away. No such luck.

“What, ignoring us now? You know that won't get you anywhere.” Karofsky said, and horrifying for Blaine, got up close to Kurt. Kurt quickly shrunk away from him, making Karofsky laugh and crack his knuckles. Blaine watched as all the blood in Kurt's face disappeared, leaving him deathly pale. Realising that he had to take this into his own hands, Blaine stood up.

“Are you really that dimwitted?” Blaine asked, staring back at Karofsky, who was now looking up at him. “Or do I have to shove you into a locker again?”

Blaine didn't give him time to respond, “It really does seem like your skull is too thick to let rational thoughts in, otherwise you would notice that we are on a date. This is a public place, free to any straight, gay, bi, lesbian or any other sexual orientation. Even closeted freaks like yourself.”

Karofsky was shocked that something like that had come from someone as small as Blaine. The laughter coming from behind him shocked him even more. As he turned to glare at his team-mates, Blaine reached out a hand for Kurt, smiling when he took it.

“Come on, Kurt. We don't need to be around these Neanderthals. Just because you want him, doesn't give you the right to humiliate us in public. Oh yeah, I can see right through you, Dave.” Blaine said as he helped Kurt out from behind the table, making a wide berth around Karofsky. Blaine was a little surprised that he didn't try anything, but he let it go anyway. With a smile for Kurt, he led him to the front counter and asked to have their meal to go. With a smile, the same waitress brought their meals to them after a few moments along with a couple plastic knifes and forks. Blaine pulled his wallet from his pocket, much to Kurt's disapproval, and paid for their meals.

“I could have paid for my own.” Kurt grumbled as Blaine led him back out to his car. Blaine smiled over at him, squeezing his hand gently.

“Stop arguing, what's done is done. Anyway, I don't mind paying for you. You could always buy me coffee tomorrow morning.” Blaine hinted with a cheeky grin.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Mr. Anderson?” Kurt asked as they climbed back into Blaine's car, with a cheeky grin of his own.

“Maybe.” Blaine said as the put the car into drive and pulled away from the curb, heading away from the restaurant.

“Oh, really. Okay then, would you like to go out for coffee with me tomorrow morning?” Kurt asked as they headed in the direction of the nearby park.

“What a wonderful idea!” Blaine exclaimed, grinning to himself, like he hadn't originally came up with the idea. “I would love to.”

Kurt waited until they had parked at the edge of the park before he hurriedly unbuckled his belt and lunged on him, wrapping his arms around him with a laugh. Blaine chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, holding him close.

Once they had finished their food and Kurt had realised what time it was, Blaine reluctantly drove him home. When they arrived back in front of the Hudmel house, ever the gentleman, Blaine decided to walk Kurt to the front door. With a smile, Blaine quickly climbed out of the car and raced around to Kurt's side, opening the door and holding out a hand for his boyfriend. With a happy grin, Kurt took his hand and allowed Blaine to help him out.

“Kurt?” Blaine asked once Kurt was out of the car.

“Hmm?” Kurt answered as Blaine closed the door for him.

“Can I sing a song I wrote for you?” Blaine asked, looking lovingly up at Kurt. Kurt felt giddy, when had Blaine had the time to write him a song? Kurt got over that quickly though, he just wanted to hear his song. With a nod of his head, Blaine took Kurt's hand and started singing as the slowly made their way to the house.

Say, wasn't that a funny day?
Gee, you had a funny way- a way about you.
A kind of glow of something new.
Sure- I'll admit that I'm the same.
Another sucker for a game kids like to play.
And the rules they like to use.

Don't you want the way I feel?
Don't you want the way I feel?
Don't you want the way I feel for you?

The sun: telling me the night is done.
Well I refuse to let it stop our fun.
Close your eyes- we'll make it dark again.
And kiss; there's a thought, so how 'bout this?
Let's pretend that both our lips are made of candy.
After all, we need treats every now and then.

Don't you want the way I feel?
Don't you want the way I feel?
Don't you want the way I feel for you?

Here we are: two strangers in a very different place.
Who knows what could happen to us next?
Here we are with nothing but this little spark.
It's too cold outside to lay this fire to rest.
Go? How so very apropos:
A goodbye just as I said “Hello”
Well alright, I'll see you later
It's true: it's just a fantasy for two.
But what's the difference if it all could have been true?
I guess this is better.

But, don't you want the way I feel?
Don't you want the way I feel?
Don't you want the way I feel?
Oh, don't you want the way I feel?
Don't you want the way I feel?
Don't you want the way I for you?
Don't you want the way that I feel for you?

Kurt was grinning by the time Blaine had finished and they had reached the door. Ignoring the fact that his parents were inside, probably still awake by the fact that most of the lights were still on, Kurt threw himself into Blaine's arms, burying his head in Blaine's shoulder.

“It was beautiful. Did you write that this afternoon?” Kurt said. Blaine nodded at him before Kurt leaned forward and kissed him.

“Glad you liked it.” Blaine answered with a smile when they had pulled apart.

“I had a lot of fun today, Blaine.” Kurt said before he hugged him again. Blaine was happy to just hold him in his arms, but he did have to get home, it was late.

“Until next time, babe.” Blaine said with a cheeky smile, making Kurt smile as well before he kissed him quickly. Before he turned to go, Blaine reached into his pocket and handed Kurt a slip of paper. Kurt looked down at the ten digits before he grinned up at Blaine again. With another kiss to Kurt's cheek, Blaine waved and ran back to his car. Kurt watched as he pulled away from the curb and disappeared into the night. His smile still lingering, he entered the house.

“Kurt? How did it go?” Burt's voice called to him from the lounge room. Kurt didn't bother going and seeing his father. He quickly chucked off his coat and scarf and hung them up. After kicking of his boots, he made his way to the stairs.

“Blaine Anderson is my boyfriend!” He squealed happily- and loudly- to his father before running up the stairs. The last thing he did before going to bed that night was messaging Blaine.

To: Blaine Anderson From: Kurt Hummel

Thank you soo much for tonight :D I'm really glad I get to call you my boyfriend! Sweet dreams, Blaine. I'll see you at school xx

To: Kurt Hummel From: Blaine Anderson

I'm glad, babe. Can I call you that, it kind of comes naturally. Sweet dreams, angel. Hope you dream about me ;)

To: Blaine Anderson From Kurt Hummel

You can call me babe any time you want, babe ;D Of course I'll dream about you, I'll only ever dream about you :)

To: Kurt Hummel From: Blaine Anderson

Babe is going to stick now. You're stuck with it Kurt. I'll dream about you, babe, and your soft lips and hands ;)

To: Blaine Anderson From: Kurt Hummel

Stop making me blush and go to sleep!

Blaine fell asleep with a smile on his lips, and naturally, they both had peaceful dreams of each other.