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It was a Friday night and Kurt Hummel was stuck at home, again. All his friends had dates; he had nothing except at night in alone, with his dad. But at this moment he was truly alone, in this big house. His dad was still working, but he expected him to be home within the hour seeing as Burt never came home past seven.

Kurt was wondering what he could do to occupy himself for the next few hours, when he heard someone knocking on his front door. He jumped up to his feet and ran downstairs, opening the door when he got to it. Once he opened the door Kurt could not contain the smile that appeared on his face. The person standing there was his dad's best friend and neighbor, Blaine Anderson.

To say Kurt had a crush on his dad's best friend was putting it lightly; he was absolutely, madly in love with him. Sure some people would find it creepy, seeing as how Blaine was friends with his dad and quite older than Kurt himself. But Kurt didn't see his age or any of that, he saw who Blaine was. Blaine was the kindest, most caring and giving person Kurt had ever met.

"Hi Blaine," Kurt said in one breath.

Blaine laughed lightly, "Hello Kurt. Is your dad home yet? I needed to talk to him about something."

Kurt shook his head, "No, he is still working, but he should be home soon." Kurt was nervous, he always was around Blaine. Blaine had some kind of hold over Kurt that he wasn't aware of. Which was a good thing, Kurt thought. That means he has no idea how in love with him I am.

Blaine looked disappointed, which made Kurt wonder what he wanted to talk to his dad about.

"Y-you can wait, in the house if you want." Kurt hoped he would. He would give anything just to spend time with Blaine, alone.

Blaine bit his bottom lip as if he was thinking it over. Kurt could not blame him for that, they had never been in a room alone without his dad. Blaine probably didn't think it would be appropriate for them to be alone together, but really it was fine. Kurt needed to tell him that.

"It will be fine; I'm not going to bite you. I can actually use the company. I have been here alone all afternoon. It can get boring." Kurt was blushing now. He didn't know why he was telling Blaine this. He just knew that he wanted to somehow get Blaine inside the house.

Finally Blaine nodded, letting out a quiet ‘okay' as Kurt moved away from the door to let him in.

Kurt shut the door and turned around to look at Blaine, who was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, "Sit," Kurt insisted, moving over to also sit on the couch. Oh, how Kurt wished he could touch Blaine, just once. He was so beautiful and Kurt wanted more than anything for Blaine to want him as much as he wanted Blaine.

Blaine was looking at Kurt with parted lips and shining eyes.

"So, why are you home on a Friday night?" Blaine finally asked, breaking the silence. "Shouldn't you be out with friends? Not cooped up," Blaine seemed genuinely curious. Not like he was asking because he felt he had to start a conversation with Kurt, just to be polite. Kurt felt really glad about that.

"Um, well, my friends all have dates and I don't. Not too many gay guy's in Lima," Kurt answered somewhat bitterly.

"Yeah," Blaine agreed. "I know how you feel," He laughed dryly.

"Wow, I wouldn't think you would have a hard time getting a date. I mean, look at you," Kurt could feel his cheeks start to heat up. Why had he said that, now Blaine would think was being weirdly creepy.

Kurt looked down, he didn't want to see the look Blaine was most likely giving him, one that meant "creeped out" and "get me out of here." He could still see Blaine out the corner of his eye, and what he saw wasn't what he was expecting. Blaine was chuckling silently.

Once Blaine composed himself he turned to look at Kurt, "Trust me, I am nothing special." He was blushing, Kurt could tell.

Blaine chewed his lip, unsure of what to say for a few minutes, it was so silent you could hear the soft sounds of their breathing. Blaine finally spoke again.

"Now you Kurt, you're beautiful," Blaine said, breathlessly. Kurt's head shot up, his eyes meeting Blaine's. It was like the air had changed, like it was harder for Kurt to breath. Did Blaine really say that, or had he imagined it? God, Kurt hoped not. Kurt was so lost in his own thoughts, he hadn't even realized that Blaine was still talking.

"-eally, are," Blaine finished. Kurt had no idea what he had even been saying. Why was he not listening to Blaine speak? Surely that was better than being in his own head.

"I'm sorry, what?" Kurt had to ask.

"I was saying that you really are. You're beautiful and I don't see how anyone could not want to ask you out." Kurt felt like he was going crazy, maybe dreaming, or something that was making him hear things. Because Blaine could not be saying this to him.

Kurt could not speak. He just sat there, looking at Blaine. He didn't know what to say or what to do. Then Blaine started to get up.

"I... um... I should go. I'm sorry, if I freaked you out," Blaine said in a rush. He attempted to get to the door as fast as he could, but that was the last thing Kurt wanted. He wanted Blaine to stay, of course he did. He wanted to ask Blaine what he meant when he said those things. Did it mean that he was attracted to Kurt? Was It possible that he shared the same feelings as Kurt did?

"No!" Kurt hurried to grab Blaine's arm. "Y- you didn't freak me out. I was just shocked I guess. I want you to stay, please." Kurt knew he was begging, but he didn't care because he wanted Blaine to stay.

Blaine nodded hesitantly and made his way back over to the couch.

"So, you really think I'm beautiful?" Kurt breathed out.

"I- yeah, I do," Blaine stuttered nervously.

"What does thi-" Kurt was cut off by his dad walking through the front door. Great, perfect timing. Just when things were getting somewhere, Kurt thought.

"Hey, Bud." His father greeted him while walking further into the living room. That's when he noticed Blaine there too. "Also Blaine, hey. What are you doing here?" Burt asked his best friend.

"I just wanted to talk to you about my car. It broke down right as I was about to leave for work this morning. So I was hoping you'd know what was wrong with it," Blaine answered, fidgeting in his seat a little. What he and Kurt had been talking about should not have happened. Even at the time he knew it was wrong, he just didn't care, but now looking at Burt he felt how wrong it was that it had. He knew now it should have never happened.

"Oh, I'll just go and take a look at it then," Burt said, turning towards the door he had just entered from and walking out. Blaine began to follow him, when he felt Kurt's hand grab his arm. He turned back around and saw Kurt looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Blaine, I thin-"

Blaine cut him off, "No, Kurt. I'm sorry. I should not have said those things. I have to go now. I'm sorry," Blaine said, all before running away.