Kurt slowly moved through the house with Blaine following close behind, their hands loosely intertwined and cold from the frigid air outside. He creeped past the overly-excited guests, hoping the two of them would go unnoticed as they hastily made their way to his room. Kurt made sure to alert Blaine of any creaky areas of the floor, although the loud music was more than enough to cover up the quiet noises made by their feet.

After thirty seconds of maneuvering in a way to prevent them from being caught, they made their way up the stairs and into Kurt's room, quickly shutting the door behind them. It wasn't long before Kurt's mouth was on Blaine's once again, and this time their standing position made it easier to press their warm bodies tightly together. Kurt could feel Blaine's chest rise with each harsh breath he took in between kisses and his own heart was frantically beating beneath his skin as if it were about to rip free of all constraints. Kurt pulled away before either of them were able to deepen the kiss, reclaiming Blaine's hand and leading him towards the bed.

If anyone had asked Kurt what he'd planned on doing on New Year's, spending time with Blaine was one of the last things that would have come to mind. Blaine wasn't someone he found himself hanging around all that often, not because he didn't have the desire too, but because Rachel had always tried to push Blaine away whenever he came around. Kurt hadn't even been looking forward to the party and found it nearly impossible to enjoy once it'd started. Not until Blaine had shown up, that is. Somehow, Blaine had been exactly what he'd been looking for in the new year. He wanted something to bring a little happiness and life into his dull world. He wanted someone who could see through him and call him out on his bluffs. He wanted someone to be able to tell when something was wrong, even when every other person in his life believed in the facade he'd put on. He wanted someone who could make his entire day better just by simply showing up. He wanted someone he knew he could trust and someone who could relate to at least some of the things he had to go through on a daily basis. In just a matter of a few hours, Blaine had been all of that to Kurt.

Kurt situated himself at the head of his bed, sitting cross-legged and facing the foot. He patted the space in front of him and motioned for Blaine to join him on the queen-sized mattress. He complied, mirroring Kurt's position, sitting cross-legged and facing Kurt, so close that their knees brushed up against each other.

Kurt placed a hand on Blaine's knee and took hold of his left hand with the other. Without saying a word, he slowly leaned towards Blaine, giving him time to react and put a stop to Kurt's advances if he desired. To Kurt's delight, Blaine leaned forward as well, meeting him in the middle and gently placing his lips against Kurt's, squeezing his hand in response. Kurt removed his hand from Blaine's knee, exchanging it for his right hand, and pulled Blaine towards him. He began to lean back, not breaking apart their lips, and rested against the pillows beneath his body as Blaine moved on top of him. By the time they were in a horizontal position, with Blaine pressed hard against Kurt, his tongue had begun seeking for entrance and Blaine eagerly granted it. He let go of Blaine's hand to run his fingers through the dark curls at the base of his neck where the gel had started to wear off. After a few minutes of taking in their first kiss—memorizing the smell of the other's shampoo; the contrast between the smooth lips and rough skin; the way their tongues tasted as they fought or dominance; the way they felt as they ran their hands up and down the contours of the other's toned body-Blaine pulled away, just enough to look Kurt in the eyes.

"Wow," was all he could say and Kurt repeated him as he exhaled.

"Not one for taking things slow, are you?" Blaine joked.

Kurt shook his head, not tearing his eyes away from Blaine. "No. I've wanted to do that since the day I met you."

"Well why didn't you do it sooner?" Blaine asked as he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss against Kurt's already-swollen lips.

"Rachel," was all he muttered as his gaze fluttered between Blaine's eyes and his pink lips.

Blaine rolled off of Kurt and nestled himself against his side. Their faces were inches apart and their legs began to tangle together. Kurt felt like he could lay in that position for the rest of his life, with Blaine so close to his side that he could feel Blaine's heart beating out of his chest and the boy's warm breath hitting his neck every time he exhaled. He felt content to lay with Blaine, surprised at how much he could actually feel, and how different some of those feelings were to anything he'd felt in the past. He grabbed Blaine's hand and intertwined their fingers, bringing it up to rest between their chests.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Blaine asked, hesitant to take things too far in case Kurt would wake up the next morning and regret the time they'd spent together. Blaine knew what he wanted. He'd always been fascinated and intrigued by Kurt. He loved Kurt's determination to succeed not only in school and glee club, but also in trying to make a difference in minds of his bullies. He loved Kurt's soothing voice, both when he sang and in conversation, and the way his emotions completely took over when he was performing. He loved that Kurt was one of the first few students to reach out to him once he'd transferred to Mckinley, helping him out in adjusting to glee club and even offering to be his tutor for French. He loved Kurt's amazing sense of fashion and how he could take a dull sweater and add life and style to it. But what he loved the most about Kurt was how easy it had been to unknowingly fall in love with him. Perhaps he'd been falling in love with him for years without even realizing it, but one look at Kurt lying next to him in the dim light of the room told him he'd fallen hard for his sister's best friend.

Kurt didn't answer, so Blaine spoke up again. "I don't want to do anything you're going to regret." Although Blaine wouldn't regret a single minute spent with Kurt or a single thing they chose to do that night, he was afraid Kurt would. He was afraid Kurt was just living in the moment and he'd wake up and realize everything had been a mistake; that he didn't think of Blaine as anything more than a friend. He was worried he'd lose one of the most meaningful things in his life when he'd finally realized just how important Kurt was to him.

Kurt shifted slightly so he was on his laying on his left side and completely facing Blaine. "I'm not going to regret this. I'm not going to regret anything, because I want everything with you. I meant what I said earlier. You're no longer Rachel's 'obnoxious' twin brother. You're just Blaine." Kurt placed a kiss on the tip of his nose and it took every ounce of self-control Blaine had not to say the three little words that were resting in the back of his throat.

I love you. "You had something you wanted to show me?" Blaine asked instead, remembering the conversation they'd had outside, just a few minutes before.

"Mhm. What would you like me to show you first?" Kurt had just started to lean in when he heard a fist pounding on his door. The two immediately tore apart and Blaine shot out of bed, making his way to the rows of CDs lined up along Kurt's shelf. Kurt quickly made his way to the door, straightening his shirt in the process. He flung the door open as a hand hung in the air and began to swing at him. "Whoa there. No need to knock me out."

"Kurt, I've been looking all over for you. What are you doing in h-" she paused when he noticed her "younger" brother standing in the distance. "Blaine?" she questioned, looking between Kurt and Blaine as if waiting for an answer as to why the two of them were alone in Kurt's room with the door shut. Kurt saw her gaze move towards his bed. The bedspread had started to bunch up and the pillows lined along the head of the bed were no longer neatly arranged. She took a look at her brother and noticed his messy hair and reddening face.

Kurt interrupted her thoughts before Rachel could say anything more. "Blaine and I...we...we were just getting ready to listen to some CDs. The music down there was getting a little too loud, and it wasn't really our thing." he glanced at Blaine as if asking him to play along.

"Yeah," Blaine finally spoke up. "I was just picking out a few CDs. Kurt was going to let me borrow the ones I likes so I could put them on my computer." He smiled at Rachel, hoping they'd somehow managed to fool his often overly-suspicious sister.

It must have worked because before they knew it she was telling them not to take too long and to make sure to come out and enjoy the end of the party before she closed the door and walked back into the crowd. Kurt leaned back against the door and let his knees give out, sliding to the floor and resting his forehead against his knees. Only a few seconds had passed before he started to laugh, so quiet that no one outside the room would've been able to hear.

The smile that formed when Kurt laughed lit up his entire world. "What is so funny?" Blaine laughed along, content to listen to the taller boy's melodic voice. He shuffled a little closer to the door.

"Do you realize how close we were to getting caught? Not just by anyone either, but by the one person who would dramatize every detail of what she'd seen." Kurt held his hand out and Blaine moved forward to take it. He pulled him down to sit against the door as well and kept a hold of his hand before continuing. Blaine stared down at their joined hands and smiled. "If she'd just waited a few more minutes, who knows how many articles of clothing would've been either on the floor or at least a little ruffled.

It was Blaine's turn to laugh. "Oh, you would've been fully clothed. I have some self-restraint when I know there's an entire house full of people just thirty feet away; however, I feel that you would've have a problem keeping things PG."

Kurt playfully punched him in the arm before resting his head on Blaine's shoulder. Kurt had never experienced love before. He heard people talking about it all the time—how it felt when you were around that person, the strong pull you felt towards someone, the way your stomach knotted when you were talking to them, the hole you felt in your heart when they weren't around—but he didn't know how it would feel to him. He knew it was something you didn't have to think about or determine, it was just something that you would feel. He knew he would fall in love when he least expected it and there would be nothing he could do to stop it. Kurt knew that the minute he felt like he could spend the rest of his life with someone would be the minute he fell in love. He knew that falling in love meant you trusted someone so much, that you would give them a part of your heart and trust them to take care of it; you would invest so much of yourself in that person, that a part of you would be lost without them. Sitting there so close to Blaine with their fingers laced together, opened Kurt up to an entirely new world, one that he'd started to believe he'd never see. With Blaine, everything was easy. It seemed like giving Blaine the piece of him that he treasured the most was what he was meant to do all along. For the first time, Kurt experienced what it was like to be in love, not just with anyone, but someone as caring as Blaine. He felt like his purpose in life was to love Blaine and be loved in return.

The moment Kurt realized he'd somehow fallen in love with the curly-haired boy seated next to him on the floor was the moment he knew he'd do whatever it took to hold onto Blaine, even if that meant compromising his friendship with Rachel. He loved Rachel, but if she was the friend he hoped she was, she would support his relationship with Blaine. She would be thrilled to finally see him happy, even if it took being with her brother. He wanted Rachel to understand how much Blaine meant to him without having to admit how deep his feelings were. But most of all, he wanted what his mom and dad used to have and what his dad and Carole currently had. He wanted someone who would be able to love him as much as he loved them. Kurt wanted someone to take away the loneliness pain he felt in his heart every time he started to believe he'd never have what he remembered his mom and dad to have had. Kurt knew, if given the chance, Blaine was the one person who would be able to erase every bit of pain he'd held so close to his heart for so many years.

"What are you thinking about?" Blaine questioned, breaking the silence and the stream of thoughts running through Kurt's head.

Kurt waited until he could think of the perfect way to phrase his thoughts before answering. "Would it have been so bad if Rachel would've caught us?" He looked up at Blaine. "I mean, apart from seeing her brother and her best friend half dressed and making out, but would it really matter if she knew what would've been going on?"

Blaine tore his eyes away from Kurt and leaned his head back against the door before returning his focus to the boy he loved. "No," he said, barely above a whisper.

Kurt leaned in to place their lips together, and when he began running his fingers through the messy curls in front of him, Blaine moaned into the kiss. He felt a tongue lightly brush along his bottom lip before they both slowly pulled away. Kissing Blaine was one of the greatest things Kurt had ever experienced. It was like the rain that came after a drought. It was like ice cream on a hot, summer day. It was something he couldn't believe he was ever able to go without. When he kissed Blaine, he felt every emotion flowing through his body—happiness and love being the most prominent. It wasn't so much the action Kurt liked, but the idea of being so close to someone and giving them everything you had to give.

Kurt stood up and reached a hand out to Blaine. "Would you like to join the party now?"

Blaine smiled as he grabbed his hand and took his place next to Kurt. He pulled the taller boy into a tight hug and buried his face in the crook of Kurt's neck. "Only if you'll go down there as my boyfriend," Blaine whispered in his hear.

Kurt tilted his head just enough to force Blaine to look at him as he replied. "I wouldn't have it any other way." They pulled away from one another, but kept their bodies close and their hands intertwined as they opened the door and slowly descended the stairs, joining the party once again, this time as a couple.