Blaine was pretty satisfied with himself.

After all, he did dare to sing to Kurt. He even dared sing a fairly (okay super) suggestive song. And he didn't even blush. Yes, Blaine was pretty full of himself that Monday.

"Hey Kurt!"

Blaine shouted after him when he saw Kurt after third period. Kurt stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly, as if he didn't really want to see him.

"Hi Blaine..."

Kurt looked tired, he had bags underneath his eyes and his skin looked dull. He still looked gorgeous though.

Friend, friend, friend.

"Are you allright?"

"Why wouldn't I be, Blaine?"

It was clear that Kurt was going into Diva mode and Blaine really didn't want to experience that again, so he decided to take the safe route and avoid the subject of Kurt's appearance.

"Uh, nothing. I was wondering if we could maybe watch a movie later tonight?"

He saw something strange in Kurt's face. Was it... panic?

"I, uh, got something. Then. Yes, I got... uhm... Ladies night with Rachel and Mercedes."

"But it's not even weekend, you're not allowed off campus."

If he didn't know better, Blaine would say Kurt was trying to avoid him. Luckily, he knew Kurt wouldn't do such a thing. They were best friends after all.

"It's over Skype."

Oh. Well that made sense.

"Maybe we can do it tomorrow?"

And that was the moment his teenage brain decided to make a run for freedom and put the emphasis on the 'do'.

He saw Kurt's face go white as a sheet in a matter of moments.

Oh shit.

He had not wanted it to come out of his mouth like that. He immediately blushed and looked down at his shoes.

"I didn't mean it like that, I mean, not in the sex way, but..."

Kurt got even more flustered and muttered something that sounded like a sarcastic 'Of course you didn't'.

Which confused him even more.

Why would Kurt even say something like that?

Acting as if he wanted him to mean it that way.

Just when he was about to ask him what he meant by that, Kurt turned swiftly on his heels, leaving him clueless and terribly, adorably, stupidly confused.

"Hey Kurt!"

Aaaaaand shit.

How do you tell your best friend you haven't been able to sleep well due to sex dreams about his last performance? Right, you don't tell him at all.

"Hi Blaine..."

"Are you allright?"

No, I'm not, I haven't slept in about three days because I can't stop thinking about the way you grabbed that microphone and how you looked when your lips almost touched that mic.

"Why wouldn't I be, Blaine?"

Apparently he got the hint (well that was at least one hint he got. If only he got other hints.) because he changed topic.

"Uh, nothing. I was wondering if we could maybe watch a movie later tonight?"

Kurt's brain was running on overdrive. If he would watch a movie, however innocent it may be, at some point Blaine would be cuddled against him. That boy was like a freaking puppy sometimes. He had to avoid being alone with him on one couch at whatever cost. If not, the consequences were... Let's just say, it would involve a whole lot of awkward explaining and possible pushing off couches.

"I, uh, got something. Then. Yes, I got... uhm... Ladies night with Rachel and Mercedes."

Well that should do the trick.

"But it's not even weekend, you're not allowed off campus."

Stupid Blaine with his stupid knowledge and his stupid sexy moves and his stupid smoldering hazel eyes and his stupid gorgeous body. Think fast, Kurt.

"It's over Skype."

He saw how Blaine's mouth formed a little O. Appartently he understood. It made sense after all. Didn't it?

There was a little pause when Blaine thought of what to say next.

"Maybe we can do it tomorrow?"

Oh. No. He. Didn't.

Kurt felt all the blood in his body rush South with the thought of them doing... things tomorrow. His teenage brain shut down completely after this thought. All he could do was stare at Blaine with an expression of (hopefully) not too much lust mixed with the amazement that he had actually said that.

"I didn't mean it like that, I mean, not in the sex way, but..."

Kurt felt the blood flowing back upwards and his face heated up. How could he even think that kind of thing. He couldn't possibly have meant it that way. They were best friends after all, he thought bitterly. Of course he didn't.

He must have said that last thought out loud because Blaine looked at him with those big brown eyes of his full of confusion and Kurt saw that he was about to ask him about it so he swiftly turned on his heels and made his way out.

Back in his dorm, Kurt felt a little guilty for leaving Blaine hanging like that. He thought about it for a minute in English and he figured one movie night wouldn't hurt too much, right? I mean, nothing will happen anyways.

Even though, silently, in his head he's hoping otherwise. But there would be cuddling though, so he was already sort of looking forward to it. Although, he would have to stop Blaine in his tracks if the cuddling got too intense.

Because, well, awkward.

So he took out his phone and typed a quick message to Blaine.

Back in his dorm, Blaine felt very confused.

Why didn't Kurt wan to see a movie with him? He honestly thought Kurt liked him.

Well, not like like. But still, like him as in hey, you're my best friend. I like you.

Boy, did he ever like Kurt.

And just when his teenage-boy-brain wanted to take things just that little too far his phone buzzed.

From: Kurt

Hey, Mercedes couldn't make it for tonight, so is that offer for the movie still standing? Xx

Blaine's heart skipped a beat, just like every other time Kurt texted him.

He waited a few minutes, trying to play hard to get but miserably failing because after exactly four minutes he can't handle it anymore.

From: Blaine

Yeah, sure! Little Mermaid ok for u? xx

The buzz of his phone wakes him up from his daydream about Blaine and microphones and because he knows its him, he immediatly answers.

From: Kurt

Of course! U cant go wrong w/ Disney right? :)

Ill bring the popcorn.

And because apparently they were doing 'x'-'s tonight, he added some for good measure.

XXX

When Blaine got the text he just stared at it for a while. There it was. Black on white. Three little kisses. He felt giddy for a minute, until he remembered that he should get ready for the movie night they had coming up. He put a throw blanket on the couch just in case they would get cold, he put some extra pillows up and in one swift move he sweeped his books off of his desk so it would at least look clean.

There, perfect.

At eight o'clock, sharp there was a hesitant knock on his door. He hurried to get it so fast he almost ran into the door, but luckily he didn't. He opened the door and there he was. Dreamy as ever. He wore a Dalton t-shirt that was slightly too big, so it drooped a little off one shoulder and holy shit were that sweatpants? Kurt Hummel, the ever-fashionable diva was wearing sweatpants?

Blaine made a mental note to ask if maybe he had fallen and hit his head. And to ask if maybe he himself had fallen, hit his head, died and gone to heaven because there was Kurt's shoulder. Right. In. Front. Of. Him.

He must have been staring and standing awkwardly in the door opening because Kurt just stood there. With the bag of popcorn in his hands and a weird expression on his face. Quickly, he stepped out of the way to let Kurt through.

From their hiding spot behind a large potted plant, Jeff and Nick saw Kurt entering Blaine's dorm room with popcorn and in sweatpants. As the door slammed shut they looked at eachother with a mischievious look in their eyes.

"My dear friend, I say we enter fase one of our flawless let's-Get-Kurt-and-Blaine-together-masterplan."

"Awesome idea, ol' chum."

With a small nod Jeff did a ninja roll to the door, looking through the keyhole for a second and then gesturing Nick to come too. Nick looked around for a second and then slid one of the pillows he was holding across the hallway to Jeff. The other pillow, he positioned himself on and in one swift slide, he was at the door too. Jeff nodded appreciatively.

"And now, we wait."

Blaine put in the movie, they settled on the couch and sure enough, fifteen minutes in and Blaine was cuddled against him like a lost puppy. Now if he could just keep his hands-OH SHIT. He had once again begun with the hands and the patterns on his arm. And now his shoulder. And now his stomach.

It surprised Kurt that he could still form somewhat coherent thoughts.

Oh speaking of coherent thoughts, he should really really really put a pillow on his lap. Right about NOW.

On the other side of the hallway, Nick had just opened the package of gummy worms he had brought and gave one to Jeff.

"It seems awfully silent in there."

Jeff looked thoughtful for a second but then he pressed his ear to the door.

His whole face lit up in a matter of seconds.

"This could get interesting. They're almost at the scene where they almost kiss. Almost. And Blaine has engaged Puppy Mode."

Nick looked like he was seriously thinking about all the information he just gathered.

"Interesting indeed. Now, may I suggest an intervention if things seem to get too heated?"

Jeff looked at him with a proud look on his face.

"I have tought you well, young Padawan."

Kurt stood up abruptly, sending Blaine sprawled across the floor. His face heated up as he thought of a reason for the so sudden change of plans.

"I uh..."

Blaine was looking at him with a questioning look in his eyes.

"I love this song. Let's sing."

Luckily he knew the words to this song, because if he didn't... Blaine would probably hit him for not knowing lyrics to Disney songs.

Sebastian began talking:

Percussion

Strings

Winds

Words

Kurt glanced at Blaine only to see him still lying on the floor, still looking confused, but apparently waiting for the show now.

There you see him

Sitting there across the way

Kurt pointed to Blaine as he sang

He don't got a lot to say

But there's something about him

And you don't know why

But you're dying to try

You wanna kiss the boy

He was dancing and twirling around the room while Blaine was watching him with a small smile curling around his lips.

Yes, you want him

Look at him, you know you do

It's possible he wants you, too

There is one way to ask him

Blaine looked at him with awe. This boy couldn't possibly be real. Stunning, can sing, hot, knows freaking Disney songs. Yes, Blaine was definitely smitten.

It don't take a word

Not a single word

Go on and kiss the boy

Kurt blew a little kiss in Blaines direction and then pulled him up from where he sat against the couch.

"I'm not going to do it all by myself you know."

Blaine looked a little uncomfortable for a moment, but then he agreed.

"Well, we're gonna miss the whole song if we keep talking like this."

With a wide grin, Kurt twirled him around.

He don't say a word

And he won't say a word

Until you kiss the boy

They had fallen into something like a slow dance that was kinda awkward because the song was a little too fast and they had very little room. Yet still, it was perfect.

Sha-la-la-la-la-la

Don't be scared

You got the mood prepared

Go on and kiss the boy

They looked at eachother, their eyes seeming to be locked together, because neither of them could look away.

Sha-la-la-la-la-la

Music play

Do what the music say

You wanna kiss the boy

They were now so close together their noses were almost brushing, and they could feel eachother's breath on their lips. Kurt closed his eyes and right before he did so, he saw Blaine's fluttering close too.

You've got to kiss the boy

Why don't you kiss the boy

You gotta kiss the boy

Go on and kiss the boy

"Allright kids! Keep it PG now, you don't know who might be watching."

Jeff almost kicked in the door, Nick following close behind.

Kurt jumped away from Blaine, looking incredibily uncomfortable and flustered. Blaine was still looking a little dazed as he focused his eyes on the two self-inviting guests. His dazed, happy look became one that could kill a small cat within seconds.

Jeff didn't even bat an eye as he said rather matter of factly:

"Well, it seems like we were a little early."

Nick filled in right after him.

"Excuse us, I assume you weren't already making out on the floor like we expected you to be by now."

"Yes, you may continue your innocent activities. G'day gents."

"Have a nice evening, Lads."

And without even paying attention to the two left in the room, staring at them, mouths agape and eyes wide in shock but still a little flustered, they turned around on their heels and strolled out of the room, picking up a handfull of popcorn as they went.

The room went completely silent for a minute, the only sound coming from the tv where Ariel was looking at Ursula and her prince Eric getting married.

"So um-"

"Yeah, I-"

They started talking at the same time. Blushing, Kurt said,

"You go first."

"Uh, do you think we should, like, uhm, watch the rest of the movie?"

Even though Kurt could hear the hope in his voice, he answered:

"I've already seen the little mermaid too many times anyways, I'll just go to bed..."

Blaine looks as if someone just kicked his puppy. Scratch that. Blaine looks like a kicked puppy, but he kept himself strong.

"O-okay. Goodnight, Kurt."

"Goodnight, Blaine..."