Blaine wasn't talking with Kurt anymore. In English he just acted like Kurt didn't exist, and in French (thankfully they didn't have it every day), he kept their interactions to the minimum, and even then he wouldn't look at Kurt. It was really weird. He had gotten so used to Blaine constantly flirting with him that he felt like something was missing. He had been serious about wanting Blaine to back off so he should have been relieved, but the part that was strongly attracted to him wanted him back. And knowing that there was a guy out there who wanted him had given his ego a serious boost. He kinda missed all the attention.

Kurt found himself staring at Blaine- or thinking about him when he wasn't- more often than not. Blaine, on the other hand, seemed to have forgotten that Kurt even existed. For some reason, Kurt felt guilty. Well yeah, he had asked Blaine to stop, but he hadn't really expected him to. Why would he? He hadn't before. But it wasn't Kurt's fault that Blaine didn't want relationships, so what he had said wasn't unreasonable. He shouldn't be feeling guilty. But the more Kurt over-thought things, the more he felt like somehow he owed Blaine an apology, even if he hadn't done anything wrong. But of course, he didn't say anything to Blaine.

Christmas was approaching fast and Mr. Schuester had this amazing idea (can you hear the sarcasm dripping in Kurt's tone) that the Glee Club should go caroling classroom to classroom to raise some money for the homeless children and youth program. While Kurt loved the thought of helping the homeless, Christmas caroling in McKinley High would be a suicide. Everyone was against the idea, but Mr. Schue was having none of it. When they went, a teacher fucking threw a shoe at them. Well, more like, at Kurt, because it hit him right there on his forehead. Bitch.

It was the last day before school was out for Christmas, so everyone was really excited and not in the mood to study. The teachers were in a very festive mood as well, so most of them gave a free class. Kurt was no exception and was looking forward to going home as bad as the next guy. He was happy that he had some more time to plan everything. It was Burt and Carol's first Christmas as a married couple, and Kurt wanted it to be perfect, so he was going all out. When he entered the French class that day, he expected Blaine to act much the same way he had been for the past few days, which is to say, ignore Kurt, so he was surprised when Blaine made eye contact with him. The spark that he usually had in his eyes was missing and there was no smile on his face, and he looked pretty exhausted. Kurt didn't know how to react, so he just took his place beside him and didn't say anything. Mrs. Rosario, like Kurt had expected, had given them a free class as well. He had already checked and rechecked the list of things that he would need for Christmas, as well as making sure that he had bought gifts for everyone, and basically done everything that he needed to. So now he didn't have anything to do, which he was really regretting because Blaine was sitting there doing nothing as well, and it was getting pretty awkward. Kurt felt a pair of eyes on him and he found Blaine looking at him, but he looked away quickly when he was caught. It was hard to tell but Kurt was pretty sure there was a hint of blush on his face. Interesting. 

Blaine took out his phone and started playing a game on it, which left Kurt alone doing nothing. Blaine looked different today. Not physically, no. His jacket was chained up and Kurt was sure there were at least a few layers of clothing under it considering how cold it was out there, and he had a woolen scarf on, which was in such contrast with the rest of his appearance that it was actually very cute. But other than that he seemed the same old Blaine physically. But something was definitely off about him today. He seemed to get a text from someone because he immediately stiffened reading it. He stared at the text for a few more moments, his expressions turning angry, and he turned his phone off and put it away. Kurt quickly looked away, realizing that he had been staring at Blaine for the past 10 minutes. Blaine was looking at him again but this time Kurt didn't return his gaze, as much as he wanted to. They sat there for the rest of the period, stiff and awkward, not talking to each other, but completely oblivious to everything else happening around them.

There was some commotion going on in the corridor. Usually, Kurt would have just ignored it and carried on with his own work, but then he heard Blaine's voice and he got curious. He followed the noise and got there just as four hockey players threw slushies in Blaine's face. Kurt cringed as they walked away chortling, leaving Blaine fruitlessly wiping at his eyes. Kurt knew from way too much experience that it stung like a bitch. He also knew that you were basically blind for a while, so it was really hard to do anything without help. He couldn't just stand there and watch when he knew exactly how Blaine must be feeling right now. Plus, well, he missed him. It was going to be Christmas soon, and he won't be seeing him again for the next couple of weeks, and what the hell he didn't want to end the year on bad terms with him. He wanted to at least try to fix some things between them.

Blaine was crouching down, tearing away at his eyes in pain, so Kurt grabbed his arm and helped him up. Blaine immediately pushed his hand away and swung blindly in Kurt's direction, missing widely. 

"Hey, hey, it's just me." Blaine squinted in confusion.

"Kurt?"

"Yep. Come on, let's get that ice off of you." He took hold of Blaine's arm again, and this time Blaine didn't fight it. Kurt led him to the nearest bathroom, ordering the only kid in the stall to get out. He locked the room after him without thinking. He had been in this situation too many times, helping someone or the other from glee when they had been slushied, and he knew they wouldn't want anyone around, so this came instinctively to Kurt. 

He filled the sink with water and showed Blaine to it, letting him wash everything away. His t-shirt and jacket were completely soaked.

"I have an extra t-shirt in my locker. I can go get it for you." He suggested just as Blaine was finishing up. It's only then that he realized how awkward this was. This was the second time they had managed to find themselves all alone in a bathroom in less than a week, and the first time hadn't ended well, and he didn't think they were on speaking terms, which might actually be his fault. He shifted awkwardly.

Blaine drained the sink and refilled it with clean water. He looked at Kurt through the mirror with a consciously blank face. His eyes were red and Kurt could still see some chunks of green ice in his hair, which was lying flat on his hard due to the water. He looked tired and vulnerable.

Blaine nodded. 

Kurt rushed out to get his tee. Even before he had joined glee he had constantly been slushied, so Kurt always kept some spare clothes in his locker. He grabbed a round neck black t-shirt, and after a second thought, his gray woolen sweater as well as a matching scarf.

Blaine was standing shirtless in the bathroom when Kurt entered. He had been right. He had two more layers under his jacket, and everything was soaking wet. Kurt couldn't help but stare at his muscles. They were really nice. Like, really nice. He must work out. Kurt looked away when Blaine caught him, blushing slightly, and cleared his throat.

"Here you go." He looked anywhere but at Blaine's bare chest. Blaine took the clothes that Kurt was holding out to him with a soft "thanks".

"No problem," Kurt mumbled. Blaine pulled the tee on, and curiosity took better of Kurt and he looked at him. The shirt fit his body very tightly, not leaving much to the imagination. Kurt swallowed, looking at Blaine's abs that were being seen clearly through the tee. He must work out a lot.

"You are kidding me, right?" Blaine grumbled. Kurt snapped his eyes up, face burning hot at the thought of being caught again, but thankfully, Blaine was addressed the sweater.

"What?"

"A fucking sweater? I'm not wearing that shit." He eyed it with displeasure.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. It's the middle of the winter. It's freezing. Unless you have another jacket or something with you, you'll have to wear the sweater or you'll freeze to death."

"You are so over-dramatic." Blaine mumbled, but he put it on nonetheless, along with the scarf. It looked good on him. Better than it looked on Kurt.

Things turned awkward. Kurt should probably go. Blaine was fine. He didn't need any more help. But Kurt didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay a bit longer with Blaine.

"So...um, are you okay?" Blaine had been staring at Kurt thoughtlessly. He was brought out of his reverie by Kurt's inquiry.

"Am fine. Thanks for your help." Why was he being so weird? Blaine didn't move, and neither did Kurt. They just stared at each other. Kurt didn't know about what Blaine was thinking, but he was thinking that he really wanted to feel Blaine's lips again. They were really nice lips too. How come Kurt never noticed before how pink and soft they looked? Shit, he was staring at Blaine's lips. He looked up at Blaine, his heartbeats increasing hastily. Blaine eyes were wide like he knew exactly what Kurt was thinking. Kurt nipped at his lips nervously, and that was probably not a good idea (or a very good idea) because it just caused Blaine to stare at Kurts lips. Kurt blinked rapidly.

'So what happened out there?" Kurt asked, his voice rough. He was trying to ignore the growing hunger in his stomach, which had absolutely nothing to do with food.

Blaine looked up, seeming to break out of his daze. "What happened to your head?" He asked, ignoring Kurt's question.

Kurt didn't push the matter. He would talk if he wanted to. He mentally steadied himself. "Huh?" He touched his forehead and that morning came back to him. "Oh this? The Glee club went Christmas caroling from class to class and someone threw a shoe at us, or more specifically, at me."

Blaine raised his eyebrows. "And what did the teacher have to say about that?"

"That someone was the teacher." Kurt deadpanned.

Neither of them said anything before they both burst out in laughter.

"Oh my god, I can't believe a teacher would do that." Blaine said between laughter, clutching his stomach with how hard he was laughing. This just egged Kurt on more.

"I know right! God, she was such a bitch." For some reason this made them laugh even harder. There were tears in Kurt's eyes and Blaine looked much the same. They laughed for a good five minutes before it faded away.

When Kurt finally got a little control over himself, he realised that they were standing really close. It was like they seemed to gravitate towards each other whenever they were in the same room. Blaine's eyes were wet and crinkled, a genuine, wide grin on his face. Kurt had never seen him smile like this. As the last of the chuckles faded away, Blaine just looked at Kurt, eyes soft, like he was something wonderful, and Kurt just couldn't hold it back anymore. He kissed Blaine.

Blaine seemed surprised at first, but he soon got over it and kissed Kurt back passionately. He put his arms around Kurt and pulled him closer so that their bodies were pressed together. Kurt closed his eyes. Blaine's lips tasted of grape flavored slushie. They were just as soft and perfect as Kurt remembered. He opened his mouth and allowed Blaine in. The kiss was sloppy and far from ideal, but this was Blaine and Kurt had been holding himself for so long now that it didn't matter. Blaine kissed back just as hungrily and desperately.

They pulled back to catch some breath, but they were back at it again after just a second. Blaine backed Kurt up until his back hit the door. Kurt moaned in pleasure at the sensation. He brought his hands up and put them under Blaine's (his) sweater and held his side's tightly, just wanting to hold him. Kurt could feel Blaine's hard on pressed tightly against his thigh. Kurt was just as hard. With no subtly, Blaine put his hand on his dick. Fuck. Kurt let out a loud gasp. It felt really good. Blaine groaned in disapproval when Kurt stopped kissing him. His eyes blew wide open when Blaine started moving his hand, not faltering in his kissing for a second. Kurt removed his hands from Blaine's sides and pulled away, even though his body wanted to do anything but.

Blaine opened his eyes and looked at Kurt with dazed confusion. "What- why did you stop?" His voice was low and rough, and Kurt's dick twitched in his pants.

"I- I'm sorry." Kurt gulped. All this was happening too fast. He wasn't ready. Both of them were panting hard and feeling way too hot despite the cold.

Blaine took a step back and Kurt immediately felt the loss of the body heat. "I thought you wanted this. What, changed your mind again?" He sounded angry now, his eyebrows furrowed in a frustrated scowl.

"No- I just- Shit Blaine. I'm still a virgin, okay?"

"So?"

Kurt stared at him incredulously. "So? So sex means something to me. I don't want to lose my virginity like this."

Blaine's anger seemed to dissipate just a little. "Not that jerking each other off would mean losing your virginity, but okay. We can go to my place if it means so much to you."

"What- no! I don't mean it like that." Kurt said, flustered. He couldn't believe this guy. "Look, I just don't want my first time to be in a meaningless hookup."

Now Blaine just looked amused and a little frustrated. "So what, you are saving yourself for the 'right guy'?"

"Not exactly." Kurt said dryly. This was not the conversation he had expected to have with a guy he had just made out with. Considering that the guy was Blaine, it shouldn't have come as such a surprise.

"So what exactly do you want here Kurt?" Blaine ran his hand through his hair, the same hand that was groping him not very long ago.

"Do I really have to spell this out for you?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah." Blaine shrugged.

Kurt huffed. "I want a boyfriend. Jesus. I want to be in a relationship."

"What, like flowers and chocolates?"

Kurt chuckled without any humor. "Yes I guess. And I get it. You probably don't want that. But I don't do hook-ups or one night stands or whatever. I'm sorry for giving you mixed signals, but I just can't, okay."

"Wait, so is that why you have been blowing me off for so long?" Kurt shrugged.

Blaine didn't say anything. Kurt was getting uncomfortable under his gaze and seriously regretting kissing Blaine, when he sighed.

"Okay." Kurt slumped his shoulders in disappointment, hoping that it won't be too obvious to Blaine. So this was it. Blaine will stop pursuing him for real this time, and Kurt would have to get his shit together and get over him. No more flirtations or inappropriate touching, just plain, old, boring life. Who would have thought that could be a bad thing.

Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, calming himself. He opened them and stared right into Blaine's eyes. He nodded. "Okay." He turned to leave, his heart falling just a little, but then Blaine spoke again.

"Let's do this."

Kurt turned back and frowned in confusion. "Do what?"

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Kurt could see a tint of pink on his cheeks, but he spoke with the same confident yet nonchalant tone. "This. The whole relationship thing. You want that right?"

Kurt's jaw hit the floor. Was he hearing that right? "Yeah, but... you want that? "

Blaine's confident facade faltered. "No need to look so shocked or something. I-" Blaine's cheeks turned redder, and Kurt couldn't help but stare at them with wonder. Blaine Anderson, blushing and stuttering. Amazing. "I like you, okay."

Kurt blinked. "You like me?"

Blaine looked away, completely flustered now. "Yeah."

A thought hit Kurt's head. "You are not doing this just to get in my pants, are you?"

Blaine snapped his eyes back towards Kurt. "Geez, tell me what you really think about me, Hummel."

"Well I'm sorry but you haven't really given me a reason to think otherwise."

Blaine pinched his nose and sighed. "Yeah... I know. I just- I'm not doing this just to sleep with you. I mean I'm totally down for it- if you want, that is, but... I do- I do want to try to have something more with you. You are different Kurt, and I- I don't wanna not have you in my life. So Kurt Hummel," he looked in Kurt's eyes sincerely and hopefully, "will you let me take you out on a date."

Kurt couldn't believe his ears. This was really happening. He still wasn't very sure about this, but dammit this what he's wanted for so long, and it was actually happening. "I- yes." He sniffed and laughed a little. "Yes, okay. I can do that."

Blaine's face lit up with a wide grin. He looked relieved and excited and...happy. "I'm gonna kiss you now. Is that okay?"

Kurt laughed again at the absurdity of the question but nodded nonetheless. "Yeah."

And so Blaine kissed Kurt.