Kurt Hummel was now officially a student at Dalton academy, and has been for about a week. After he auditioned for the Warblers, and the council. I felt like he needed something to make him smile again, coffee was obviously the first stop. We drove to The Lima Bean; we’d been there multiple times together already it was kind of our place. We have a place. Stop two; well at the time I didn’t really have a stop two, I settled for a park. Everyone loves parks… right? He seemed to enjoy himself at least. Stop three, theatre. Who doesn’t love going to the theatre, even if the show was poorly produced, directed, and choreographed. This is all beside the point, now after all of this, I had planned to take him to dinner. But he claimed he was tired and wanted to retreat to our dorm.

Stopping once again for coffee (as usual, might I add), we made our way slowly back to the Dalton campus, small talk and music being the only things heard in the car. Well, until Kurt said, “So Blaine Anderson, I’ve realized that you know almost everything about me, but I know nothing about you. Care to share on the subject?” Well shit. See, I was never a very open person. Even the guys at Dalton didn’t know much about me, or my home life. Then again, no one really cared enough to ask before the guys here are wonderful and all they just don’t really care.

“Okay, uh… Blaine Elliot Anderson, only child, been at Dalton since my sophomore year, happily married parents at home just out side of Lima. Both supportive of me being gay. Not too many friends, closet Vogue reader, Fan of all things Broadway, and Disney. Big New York plans for after school, never had a boyfriend, never been kissed, never had anyone show any interest what so ever. Have I covered enough for you?”

He laughed a little before nodding; he then took to staring out the window. If the look on his face were anything to go by, I’d guess he was thinking rather hard about something. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?” He looked at me distractedly, but answered still. “I guess I just never really realized that I’m not the only gay kid who feels alone. I mean you and I have so much in common. N-not that I’m saying you feel alone…” He trailed off looking uneasy; I reached over and squeezed his hand. “I do, sometimes. Not always, and not recently, because I happened to meet this fabulous boy. I think he’s my best friend. But I’m not to sure he feels the same way, do you happen to know of a way to ask him?”

”I think I can safely say he feels the same way.” And there was Kurt’s hand, on mine, on the gearshift. Isn’t this… something that couples do? Is this even appropriate for friends to do? Did he think I meant that I have feelings for him? I totally do, obviously, but… oh my god. Okay, Blaine calm down. Stop freaking out, you have nothing to freak out over. I think.

We pulled into the parking lot, after what seemed like forever. Kurt’s hand disappearing from mine as we got out, I couldn’t help but feel a pang in my chest when we weren’t touching anymore. Okay, these feelings were just getting far to intense for my liking, I needed to tell Kurt. I knew I did, but really? How does one even start a conversation like that? “Goodnight Kurt, oh by the way I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you. Thoughts?” Yeah, no. Not exactly what I’d call romantic, then again. The fuck do I even know about romance? Absolutely nothing, that’s what, but would it matter to Kurt? Does he want me to be romantic? Does he even like me? Damnit. Okay, all of this self-doubt bullshit needs to stop. I’m telling Kurt, tonight. End of story… no I can’t, shit but I have to.

Walking up to our dorm seemed… awkward, but I have the strangest feeling that it was all in my head. We got to the dorm, things were normal, we changed in the bathroom separately, and things were still normal. We said our goodnights, and then things got weird. I just started babbling about love, and other ridiculous things, and then I said it. “Kurt I have something I need to tell you.” Well fuck.

”Yeah?” he replied sleepily. Then I started to stutter. “I-I… uhh… I mean… It’s just that… and you’re… and I’m… Shit.” What the actual fuck. “Blaine? What exactly… are you trying to say here? Because I’m totally lost.” Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. That’s pretty much all that’s going through my head. “Hum, never mind Kurt, just… just go to sleep.” There was a pause “Alright Blaine, if you say so” Then, I did something I didn’t think I had the courage to. It came out, surprisingly confident all things considered.

”I think I’m in love with you.”