Kurt's POV

His lips are cold and hard, and more importantly: sudden. I don't know how to react – I part my lips in surprise and he takes it as an invitation: David's kiss- our kiss tastes like salt and heat, like a mixture of despair and exploding passion. I can feel his tears on my lips and I realize that I like the taste of pain. Yet I cannot seem to feel anything else but the salt: The kiss is too sudden, too rushed to know what I feel.

I don't know how long this kiss lasted – but I'm the one who finally turns away. I look at him, at that confused guy who only came out this morning.

Did I take advantage of him or did he take advantage of me?

Why am I thinking like this?

I shake my head in disbelief. Why am I doing this?

I love Blaine.

But Blaine doesn't love me.

"I shouldn't have done that", David says but I don't listen. "I'm sorry. I'll go home"

"Don't apologize, Karofsky. You didn't force me after all", I say.

"I know. I'll go home. I need to set things right.", he takes a deep breath." To finally make things right."

I can't think of any nice things to say to him, the only thing I can think about is how I wanted my first kiss to be with Blaine. All I can think about is Blaine and how his face flashed in front of my eyes while kissing David. I'm too confused and for a short moment it occurs to me that I'm being selfish but I don't care.

David leaves without a word.

I can't believe I'm here. Again. Dalton Academy. A tall blonde guy with blonde hair approaches me. "You seem kinda lost. Do you look for someone?"

"Yes. Blaine Anderson?"

"Oh! I remember you! You're the guy from the other day? We kinda ran into each other?"

I smile at the memory. "Sure, I remember. You're a Warbler."

"I'm Jeff" "Kurt", I say shaking his hand.

Jeff smiles at me and shows me the way to a dorm room.

"That's my and Blaine's dorm room. Sebastian wanted to share one with him but our principal wouldn't allow", he chuckles.

I swallow hard and try not to seem to tense. I thank him and he heads off.

My hand lies on the door handle for a moment until I just close my eyes and open the door without thinking twice.

The room is big and tidy: There are two beds, one with red and one with black bedding, two cupboards and a bunch of books and DVD s on a shelf.

I recognize the Hunger Games trilogy and other famous books. Blaine lies on the bed with red bedding, focused on some book.

"Already back Jeff? Didn't take you too long", he says without looking up. He's so endearing. I clear my throat. "It's not Jeff. It's me, Kurt", I say.

Blaine looks up immediately and takes off his glasses.

Oh, I didn't even notice them. So he needs to wear glasses while reading? He's so cute.

God.

He always manages to put me off my stride even when I'm that confused and desperate to talk. "Kurt", he says gently and he makes my name sound like something precious. That's it. Simply saying my name this way, make me forget about everything I held onto.

I miss him so much and even though I feel like I did the right thing, I hurt myself more when I'm without him. But I can't show that.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to sabotage your completely unhealthy relationship", I hear myself say. Smirking, he says "I didn't think so. You look quiete upset"

There's worry on his face.

"Did something happen?" I'll tell him what happened. In chronological order. I'll sound mature and steady and we'll discuss it like adults, and it'll help me. And even though he cannot kiss me, I'll feel better. This is the plan.

Too bad my mouth seems to have other plans for me.

"I just got my first kiss", I simply reveal.

"Oh. You have never been kissed?", he asks smiling.

"No, I've been kissed. That's what I'm telling you", I explain.

"I'm just so confused because... when I kissed that guy. I-" I swallow.

If I say it aloud, there will be no turning back. He'll know. Screw it, Hummel. You won't get out of Lima without taking risks. Might as well start now. "I thought of you."

I see his face softening.

"I always think of you. I can't help it. Since I met you, I've always felt like, we were meant to be more than", I make a helpless gesture, all-embracing, emphasizing the space between us"more than this. I feel like when you meet the kind of person you could see yourself spending your life with, and when you're foolish enough to let them go- you need to pluck up courage and make them know how you feel" I blush but it's too late.

Blaine stands up and walks toward me.

His face shows a puzzled expression but I don't regret saying what I just said. My heart beats with the speed of light.

He must hear my heartbeat.

He comes closer and takes my face in both of his hands and for a brief moment, I can see everything he held in:pain and love.

Now his lips are almost on mine, they're just separated by centimeters when I just go for it and kiss him. His lips are soft and hot, he moves them as if they were made for me, just so I could solve the riddle of their movement.

He bites my under lip, softly and a tingle goes through my body.

I'm overwhelmed – who would've thought that a kiss, the most simple gesture of affection could make me feel like this? It was that kind of kiss which makes you crave more, a kiss you could feel in every inch of your body, a kiss which could last a second but still taste like forever.