Wes and David were pretty pissed off. Blaine and Kurt hadnt spilled any details about their date, they hadnt even yelled at Wes and David for the date. However, Wes and David did notice the difference.

They were no longer secretive about the gazes they sent one another. They were more obvious with the flirting. They even occasionally held hands. These things were both brilliant and awful. It meant they were making progress. It also meant that the sweetness was practically cavity inducing and their friends had no idea what was going on.

"So, what are we doing now, Wesley?" David asked as they watched Kurt and Blaine leave the canteen at lunch.

"Well, my dear David, desperate times call for desperate measures. And step six is a pretty desperate measure!"

"What would that be?"

"Step six: initiate smooching."

The best thing about December was that it was the Christmas season, which meant all of the Christmas decorations usually went up at the beginning of the month. Tinsel and beads and holly were strewn over furniture and walls, trees were put up and lights were wrapped around bed posts. Also, despite it being an all boys school, the Warblers had a certain tradition with mistletoe. Every year, a couple of Warblers would go around the practise room and put up mistletoe at random points and whoever stood under it had to kiss, gay or straight. This meant that step six came at a perfect time. All they had to do was put up mistletoe and somehow get Blaine and Kurt to stand under it at the same time. The somehow though, they hadnt yet worked out.

Wes and David knew that Blaine would know to look for mistletoe. They had to be sneaky about it. They both sat on Wes bed, attempting to brain storm ideas, but their imaginations seemed particularly dry that afternoon.

"I cant think of anything!" Wes complained.

"Me neither," David said. "What are we going to do?"

"I dont know. Dont you have some sort of thinking cap in the closet?" Wes asked jokingly, but it seemed to flare an idea in David.

"THATS IT!" he cried.

"Ouch! We were planning some gay romance, not to burst my eardrums!" Wes moaned.

"I have the perfect plan! Do you know whos putting up the mistletoe this year?" David asked.

"I think its Flint," said Wes. "Why?"

"Because, we may need to ask him to put it in a bit of an unusual place for this idea to work!"

"So youll do it?" Wes asked Flint the next day.

"I guess. Do I get to hear the reasons behind it first?" Flint said, confusion evident on his expression.

"Its step six of our plan. The 7 Step Plan To Getting Your Two Oblivious Gay Friends Together!"

"Bit of a long name, isnt it?" Flint commented.

"I think we need to shorten the name, Wes," David piped up from behind him.

"Never mind that now!" said Wes. He turned back to Flint. "Will you do it?"

"Sure, but Im kind of worried. Your plans never seem to work when it comes to match making. Remember Thad and Melissa? Covered in flour and still single!"

"Well, this one has worked so far and were only two steps away from it being completed!" Wes argued.

"Well, Ill do it. But if this goes badly, I had no part in your plan whatsoever!" And with that, Flint turned on his heel and walked out of the room. David and Wes just grinned at each other.

"Looks like well be sending our friends back in the closet!"

The next evening, Wes, David, Kurt and Blaine were in the practise room, Wes and David pretending to look through some sheet music whilst Kurt and Blaine sat at the piano, their shoulders pressed together in a way that was too close to be between friends. Wes looked at David, who nodded once.

"Blaine? Do me a favour? Could you get the markers off of the shelf in the storage cupboard please?" Wes called over. Blaine looked up from the piano, the grin that he always had on around Kurt spread across his face.

"Yeah, sure!" he replied, before sliding off of the piano stool and stepping inside the cupboard. Wes and David both watched, part in hope and part in amusement as Blaine reached for the shelf, but his hand missed the box of markers by a few inches. "Hey, Kurt? Little help?"

Wes and David exchanged smiles. Blaine was basically doing their work for them.

Kurt stood up and as he did, Wes and David followed. They were careful to stay a few metres back and not look as if they were following him as he approached the cupboard. As soon as hed stepped inside, Wes leapt forwards and slammed the door shut, turning the key that was resting in the lock.

"HEY!" they heard Kurt yell and the handle turned a few times but failed to open before there were slams from inside the cupboard.

"Let us out!" Blaine shouted.

"Just look up and thank us later!" David called back and with that, they skipped out the room to get Thad to release them in a short while so that they would have a little time to attempt to hide before Blaine and Kurt murdered them brutally.

"Why do my friends suck so much?" Blaine complained.

"You chose them!" Kurt argued.

"I must have awful taste in friends."

"Im offended, Anderson!"

They both chuckled, before Kurt thought about what David had yelled back at them.

"What did David mean by look up do you think?" Kurt asked.

"Well, shall we find out?" Blaine suggested.

"Okay, count of three. One, two, three," Kurt said and they both tilted their heads back to look up at the ceiling, where a large piece of mistletoe dangled from a string above them.

"Oh my God, Im going to kill them," Blaine announced, nervously chuckling. He looked back to Kurt, who now had a frown on his face. "Whats wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. You dont have to kiss me if you dont feel comfortable doing so," Kurt replied.

"Do you feel comfortable doing so?"

Kurts cheeks reddened and his head ducked, his eyes choosing to examine his shoes rather than look at Blaine.

"Yes. Ive kind of wanted to kiss you for a while now," he admitted.

"Oh," was all Blaine said. Kurts cheeks reddened even more.

"Im sorry. I just made it awkward and ruined our friendship, but I just thought after the date and all the flirting and the time weve spent together maybe youd want to, but I completely understand and-"

Kurts rambling was stopped short by Blaine, who had managed to figure his thoughts out whilst Kurt was talking and reacted in the way he should have as soon as Kurt admitted he wanted to kiss him. He brought his hands to Kurts face and leaned up to press their lips together. It was slow and careful, their lips caressing one another delicately. Kurt found his hands coming to meet behind Blaines head so that he could balance himself.

All too soon their lips were separated, but their foreheads stayed leaning against the others, eyes meeting and grins matching.

"You have no idea how often Ive had to stop myself from doing that," Blaine whispered, his arms lowering to rest on the back of Kurts shoulders.

"Oh god, Blaine. Were completely oblivious, arent we?" Kurt said.

"We really are. Do you think this is part of the same plan Wes and David created that involved the date?" Blaine replied.

"Probably. Do you still want to strangle them?"

"Im kind of finding it a difficult decision. I could go on with my plan to strangle them, I could send them a fruit basket in thanks, or I could kiss you some more."

"Or maybe, you could do all three," Kurt suggested. "But one in particular until we get out of this cupboard." And with that, Kurt swooped down to steal another kiss.