'No.'

'Twenty-four?'

'No.'

'One hundred and three?'

'Ha, I wish! But no,' Sebastian said, his eyes shining with amusement. 'Guess again.'

Blaine raised his own eyes to the ceiling in thought. He seriously did not want to guess the number of feline partners that Sebastian had gone through over the course of a year, but somehow Sebastian had roped him into it.

'Hmm…' Blaine replied, leaning against the railing of the terrace. 'I'm going to take a guess that it was…'

Kurt shuffled into the bedroom, holding some pamphlets in his hands. Sebastian looked at him quickly before returning his attention to Blaine.

'And that would be my cue to make myself scarce,' he said, standing up from his position on the carpet. 'Tell me your answer tomorrow, sugarpuss.'

Sebastian turned around and walked towards the doorway, brushing his tail against Kurt's leg as he passed him. When Kurt ignored him and continued to stare down at the pamphlets in his hands, Sebastian shot a confused look towards Blaine. Blaine shrugged, letting Sebastian know he had no idea why Kurt wasn't responsive. He watched Kurt place the pamphlets on his desk (too high for him to see what the cover of each pamphlet looked like where he was, unless he climbed over there) and settled down on his bed, crossing his arms over his chest.

It didn't take very long for Blaine to hop from the roof of the dollhouse to Kurt's bedside table, where he stood by the alarm clock and watched Kurt, who was staring up blankly at the ceiling.

'My dad just gave me some pamphlets,' Kurt said, already acknowledging Blaine's presence near him. 'It was…embarrassing.'

'Really?' Blaine said, wondering what the pamphlets contained in them that gave Kurt so much discomfort.

'It was a…a sex talk, Blaine,' Kurt said, shutting his eyes as if wanting to clear away the memory. 'A sex talk.'

'Really?' Blaine said again, scratching his neck as his eyes flicked over to the desk. So they were those types of pamphlets. 'I didn't think he would talk to you about it so quickly.'

'How do you mean?'

'I was certain he would wait a little bit, but he must have been eager to go through with it,' Blaine said, thinking back to his discussion with Burt that afternoon.

Kurt sat up on his bed and stared down at him. 'Wait…how did you know?'

'I..um…' Blaine said, and now he was feeling that same nervous tingle in his stomach that had appeared when he had spoken to Kurt's father earlier. 'I may have mentioned that you didn't want to talk to me about it, so I thought it would be best that he…talk to you about how everything, uh, works and…'

'Wait…what?'

'You know,' Blaine continued, hoping he didn't have to elaborate too much. 'Like…how things are slightly different for guys that like other guys and-'

'Oh Blaine, why?' Kurt cried out, his voice raised louder than normal as he stood up from his bed and began to pace his room.

'You need to hear about it someday, Kurt,' Blaine said, following the other boy with his eyes as he tread the carpet. 'If you weren't going to look up the information yourself-'

'I wasn't ready!' Kurt said, stopping in his tracks and looking over at Blaine, his eyes flashing angrily. 'What…what gives you the right to tell my dad about that?'

'I know, I might have overstepped things a little-'

'That was personal, Blaine,' Kurt said, placing his hands on his head, ignoring his rule of never touching his hair during the day. 'That was something you didn't need to talk to him about, and something you shouldn't have involved yourself with, and if only I hadn't…had kept my hands away from myself that evening, then maybe this wouldn't have happened!'

'I didn't tell him about that,' Blaine said, holding out his hands helplessly. 'Just that fact that you were very reluctant to understand that you have choices out there, Kurt, some with consequences that you hadn't been informed about and they may turn out to be the very ones you will most likely regret.'

'But…I'm not going out and hooking up and-'

'I know that. But one day you might decide-'

'Who says I ever will?' Kurt shot back, standing over the table where Blaine stood. 'It doesn't look very likely to happen, does it?'

'No, I mean, not now, but-'

'And I could read the pamphlets about relationships and getting intimate with someone, but there won't be anything in them that I can actually relate to.' His fists were balled up and while there was a conflicted expression in his eyes as he stared at Blaine, his voice was livid.

'But Kurt, if you would just-'

'I DON'T' WANT TO KNOW!' Kurt shouted, glaring down at Blaine. The force of his shout was so strong that it knocked Blaine over, and he fell on to the table, missing the alarm clock behind him by millimeters. As he sat up and rubbed his head, he heard a distressed cry. He glanced up to find Kurt staring at him with wide eyes, his hands covering his mouth.

'B-Blaine,' Kurt stammered, crouching down by his bedside table. He removed his hands from his face and made a motion to touch Blaine, but he paused and his hand was left hovering in the air. His eyes were glistening with unshed tears. 'I…I…'

'It's…it's okay, Kurt,' Blaine replied, a little in shock himself at being bowled over so easily by Kurt's outburst. He stood up and approached Kurt's fingers, giving him permission to touch him. Blaine allowed himself to be picked up and placed in the palm of Kurt's hand as the other boy cradled him closer to his face and sat back on his bed.

'I'm sorry,' Kurt whispered, the first of his tears rolling down his cheeks. 'I am so, so sorry…'

'It's okay,' Blaine repeated, but it was as if Kurt didn't hear him. He felt the soft pad of Kurt's finger stroke carefully through his hair as he heard Kurt whisper I'm sorry over and over again. A tear dropped on Blaine's head but Kurt continued to pet his hair, sniffing and crying quietly. Blaine's shirt was now getting a little soaked from Kurt's salty tears that were falling from above and his hair style may have come undone by the way Kurt was running his warm finger through it, but Blaine didn't mind.

He really didn't mind at all.

Things had settled between them since that evening, and Blaine was glad that they were able to talk through their grievances and apologize fairly quickly. He found himself sitting on the sofa's armrest and watching TV with Kurt after dinner in the living room. Sebastian was curled up by himself on the armchair, one eye shut while the other was trained on the screen.

When Sebastian hopped down to get some water from the kitchen, Blaine turned to Kurt, who was sitting on the sofa beside him.

'Kurt, I was wondering…' he began, watching the television ads coming up on the screen. 'Uh…'

'Football night!' Finn exclaimed as he walked into the living room with a bag of doritos. He plopped down on the sofa next to Kurt. 'My favorite night of the week.'

'Football night happens more than once a week,' Kurt replied sourly, loosening his grip on the remote as Finn gleefully pulled it away from him.

'Well, count me in,' Burt announced, walking up to the chair that Sebastian had been lazing on. He sat down just as Sebastian returned to the living room. He scowled at Burt before turning around and slinking back to the kitchen.

Blaine let out a frustrated sigh under his breath but he knew that he had plenty of other opportunities to talk to Kurt alone. He liked football, so he watched the game and cheered a little and listened to the shouts at the television screen made by Burt and Finn, and later Carole, who sat down with dinner after coming home from a late shift at work. Finn kept Blaine amused during the first few ad breaks as he measured dorito chips next to him to find the ones that were taller than him. Kurt remained silent, curled up slightly on the sofa as he watched the game with little interest. The game finished quite late; Blaine yawned widely and rubbed his eyes. He could see that Kurt looked sleepy too, but he didn't make a move to get up from the sofa when his family members did.

'Finally,' Kurt sighed, snatching the remote out of Finn's hand.

'Don't stay up too late, kids,' Burt said as he rose from his chair. 'You want me to take you upstairs, buddy?'

Blaine realized that Burt was looking at him. 'No thank-you,' he replied, fighting back another yawn. 'I'll come up with Kurt.'

Sebastian must have dozed off in the kitchen, because now Blaine found himself alone with Kurt. He had flicked to a music video channel and even though his eyes were focused in the direction of the television, they didn't seem to be concentrating on the screen.

'Um, Kurt?' he said, looking down at his hands that were tightly clasped together in his lap. 'I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me sometime.'

'We eat together every night, Blaine,' Kurt replied, somewhat distractedly but not unkindly.

'More like a…special dinner?'

He saw Kurt stiffen slightly but it got his attention; Kurt shifted, hugging his arms around his knees as he looked down at Blaine curiously.

'As in…just the two of us?' Blaine continued, glancing up at Kurt quickly.

He heard the other boy's breath hitch and saw his arms slip away from his knees.

'Are…are you asking me out on a date?' Kurt said, his eyes widening.

'Well…yes! I suppose I am - kind of,' Blaine said, rubbing his hand behind his neck. 'I mean, we're friends, right? So I suppose it won't be like an actual date. But maybe it will be. But we won't be eating out, so I guess not.' Blaine sighed; he knew he was rambling, but he couldn't understand why he had suddenly felt so nervous.

'Of-of course,' Kurt replied. He looked slightly confused.

Blaine gave him a tight smile. 'Kurt?' he said, swallowing as he looked up into Kurt's eyes. 'Would you like to be my date for dinner this Saturday?'

Kurt's lips parted; Blaine thought he was about to respond, but instead he gave Blaine a warm, hopeful smile. It turned Blaine's nervousness into another pleasant feeling, one he couldn't quite explain.

'I'd love to.'