"Noah Puckerman, get back here!" Rachel screamed and disappeared into the kitchen as Kurt and Blaine made their way down the stairs. Blaine stole a quick glance at Kurt and they immediately chuckled at the site before them. That was that was one of the things about the other they enjoyed the most. If anyone in the world knew Rachel better than Kurt, it was Blaine, and vice versa. Kurt was Rachel's best friend, and although Rachel pretended to hate Blaine, never wanting him near and playing the annoying sister card, the twins were actually quite close and there is no doubt that they would do anything for each other. Kurt and Blaine knew every single fault Rachel had. The two knew every secret she kept hidden deep inside of her. They not only knew what her greatest desires were, but her greatest fears as well They knew exactly what would set her off into a rage of anger and the tiniest gestures someone could make to make her happy. They knew just dramatic she could get and just how fierce she became when things weren't going her way. Tonight, things definitely weren't going as she had planned.

Rachel shot out of the kitchen not even a minute later and headed straight towards them, not even bothering to notice how they were standing much closer than usual or the way Kurt's hand molded around Blaine's. "Nice to see the two of you have finally decided to join the party again. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go find every underage person here with a questionable beverage because Noah decided it would be a good idea to sneak tequila and rum into the house despite my protests." Her tone clearly implied that she was furious, and her red face aided in confirming that she was angry and frustrated not only with Puck but the world in general.

She stormed off without saying another word and Kurt saw her rip a cup out of one of the warbler's hands before sniffing it and throwing it in the trashcan behind them. "Maybe now's not quite the right time to tell her about us," Kurt pointed out.

Blaine quickly dropped Kurt's hand and distanced himself, clearly disappointed. "So, what now?"

"Hey, Rachel didn't even pick up on anything unusual." Kurt took hold of Blaine's hand once again and led him towards the couch that was pushed against the far wall. "This doesn't mean we can't talk. Friends talk. Hell, even enemies talk sometimes." He sat down and was pleased when Blaine sat down close to him on the couch cushion.

"What do you want to talk about?" Blaine inquired.

"You. I want to get to know you better."

"Well, my name is Blaine Anderson. I'm a senior at McKinley High." Blaine answered sarcastically. "I have an obnoxious twin sister, and I just so happened to be kinda crazy about her best friend." Kurt lightly punched him in the arm once again. "Ow! You've gotta stop doing that!"

"You deserve it for that answer," Kurt rolled his eyes.

"I was just telling you about myself," he justified.

"You know what I mean. I mean, I've known you for years, but I feel like the most I've gotten out of you are things like your favorite color, which is green, you hate your green vegetables, and you love musicals. I mean, I know a lot about you, but there are so many things about you that still remain a mystery to me."

"Well why don't we play twenty questions," Blaine suggested.

"That's not very original, is it?" Kurt sent him a questioning look.

"No, but it works. You can ask me any twenty questions you want and I'll answer. Then, if there is still time tonight, it can be my turn to ask you."

"And what if we run out of time?"

"We pick up where we left off whenever we see each other again."

"Deal." Kurt stuck out his hand to shake on it and Blaine laughed as he grabbed his hand.

"Deal."

"First question. What do you plan on doing once you graduate from high school?" Kurt slouched down into a more comfortable position and Blaine allowed his leg to rest against Kurt's as his posture relaxed.

"Music therapy. I'm not sure where at though. I'd like to go to New York, but Rachel would kill me if I followed her there."

"You need to stop thinking about Rachel so much. This is your future, Blaine. You should do what you want. It's the start of your entire adult life. Shouldn't it begin in the best way possible? Plus, it'd be kinda nice to have you a little closer."

"Yeah?" he raised a single eyebrow in a way Kurt found adorable.

Kurt nodded. "Yeah. You should look into it. I have a bunch of brochures that have come in the mail if you'd like to look through them. I'm sure we can find the perfect school for you, and I'm sure your dads would feel better if you were there to look out for Rachel. Maybe you can even convince her to let you move into the apartment with us. It'd sure make rent a little easier."

Blaine smiled at Kurt's use of the word "we." "No one has ever really shown any interest in my future." Blaine stared at his hands in his lap, fumbling with his thumbs. "I mean, obviously our dads are supportive of what I want and they're great at treating us equally, but Rachel's the shining star in the family. She's the one that's going off to do bigger and better things and I'm just me; doing musical therapy with no intentions of reaching star status."

Kurt didn't know what to say. Being an only child and practically all his dad had, had turned out pretty well. Burt was always supportive of Kurt and encouraged him to reach his full potential. Kurt knew that no matter what he chose to do with his future, his dad would be ok with it. "Blaine, music therapy isn't some silly profession. You're going to help hundreds of people in your lifetime. You're going to help people get better and be happier with themselves. To me, that's way better than being the lead in some Broadway show." Kurt placed his hand on Blaine's thigh, completely unaware of anyone around him. He didn't care if people started to suspect things. All he wanted in that moment was to make Blaine see that he wasn't worthless.

"I guess," Blaine sighed. "Having at least someone who thinks I'm doing the right thing helps. I know it's what I want to do, it just doesn't get the same weight of importance in my family's eyes."

"Well that's too bad. They can't see how amazing you're going to be." He gave Blaine's knee a squeeze. "Next question?" Blaine nodded, eager to move on to a lighter subject. "Ok. Question two. Peanut butter or nutella."

"What?" Blaine croaked. "What kind of question is that?"

"That is the deal breaker in our relationship. You make it or break it with this, so choose wisely."

Blaine stared at Kurt for a few seconds before grinning and answering "peanut butter." He searched Kurt's face for any sign that he'd answered right. "Well?" he pressed.

"Chocolate breaks me out, so that's a no to nutella. I am not putting my skin at risk; I don't care how delicious it is."

As Blaine listened to the boy sitting next to him, focusing on every word he said and the little quirks he possessed that made him who he was, the three little words were stuck in Blaine's throat again. I love you. "Congratulations to me."

Kurt reached over and opened the cooler at the side of the couch, revealing cans of pop packed into melting ice. "Soda?" Kurt offered as he pulled out two cokes.

"Thanks." Blaine took the can and placed it in his lap, unopened.

"Question three. Ever been skinny dipping?" Kurt pulled the pop tab up and opened the can, taking a long sip as he waited for Blaine to answer.

"What?" Blaine choked on the air he suddenly took in.

"You heard me. That's something everyone should do at least once before they die, is it not? And you guys have that fancy in-ground pool."

"I'm only eighteen. I have the rest of my life to do things like that." He shifted nervously in his seat.

"Is that a no?" Kurt asked, eyebrows raised.

"No. I haven't." He paused. "Have you?"

"Oh, God, no. I'm way too self-conscious for that."

"You shouldn't be. You're gorgeous." Blaine's eyes widened as he realized what he'd said and he quickly looked away staring at the crowd of people in front of him.

"You're not too bad yourself," Kurt complimented, trying to erase the embarrassment on Blaine's face. He leaned over and rested his chin on Blaine's shoulder, looking up and admiring his nearly-perfect profile. "Relax. We're boyfriends. We're allowed to say these kinds of things to each other, okay?" He gave Blaine's hand a squeeze. Boyfriends. Kurt really liked saying that word, and he was sure he would never get tired of saying it. He wanted to be able to say Blaine was his, kiss him, touch him, just >be with him for the rest of his life. It might be silly to think about; they'd only officially been together for about fifteen minutes, but he'd known Blaine his entire life. Blaine was the boy who would sneak into Rachel's room during sleepovers or splash them in the pool when they were kids. He was the boy who would hog all of the scrambled eggs and devour every remaining bit of bacon at breakfast once he'd hit puberty. Blaine was the one who would rarely be seen once high school began, except for weekends when he'd visit from Dalton. Blaine had always been a part of Kurt's life, only now he held onto a much more significant part of kurt—his heart.

"Favorite Halloween costume." Kurt pushed his thoughts aside.

"Hm?" Blaine turned to look at him, noticing Kurt's chin still resting on his shoulder and their lips were only millimeters apart. It took everything he had not to kiss him in front of every single one of their friends.

"That's my next question," Kurt said as he moved his head away from Blaine before anyone had the chance to notice.

"Oh, well there were so many great ones. That's hard to choose. I always loved dressing up because it allowed me to be something I wasn't for one night. My favorites were the superhero costumes. I think I actually believed I had superpowers. One time when I was five, my dads found me on our roof in my Superman costume. I guess I'd climbed out the second story window, and they found me just in time. Apparently I told them I wanted to jump off the roof and fly." Blaine laughed at the memory.

"You seem like you were quite the handful. I do remember you being a rather rambunctious child."

"Hey, I wasn't that bad. I just had a lot of energy. Rachel was the obnoxious one. She never shut up!"

"And she still doesn't," Kurt pointed out. "But back to my question. Which costume was your favorite?"

"Hmm. I'd probably have to go with Spiderman."

"Spiderman? Sometimes I wonder if you really are gay."

"You didn't seem to have any problem believing it when my tongue was down your throat earlier," Blaine mumbled quietly, but Kurt was still able to make out what he said. Kurt turned his head to the side as he started to blush and Blaine pretended not to notice. "For all you know, I may have just had a crush on Peter Parker and that's why I loved Spiderman so much." Blaine picked the can of soda up from his lap and popped it open, taking a sip before Kurt snatched it out of his hands. "What was that for?" he shrieked.

Kurt instantly took a drink, sniffing the can a few times before placing his lips on the edge and lifting it up, allowing the cool liquid to flood his mouth. After swallowing, he handed the can back to Blaine with a smile on his face. "I wanted to try it. It's a new kind of pop that Rachel got. Not bad, though."

At that moment, Rachel stormed up to them, her hand on her hips and brow furrowed. "No swapping spit with my brother, do you hear me?" She looked between the two boys on the couch, still not bothering to comment on the lack of space between them. "I saw you drink after Blaine, Kurt," she clarified. "That just grosses me out. Instead, why don't you come dance? Somehow, this has turned into a crazy dance party and I need my best gay out there dancing beside me."

"You know I don't dance, Rachel." Kurt refused to budge an inch when she attempted to pull him up.

"I'll be right back, okay?" Blaine said, more to Kurt than to Rachel.

"Alright." Kurt stopped struggling against Rachel when he felt a warm hand rest on his knee and she was able to pull him up as Blaine walked away.

Kurt stared off a the space where Blaine had disappeared and completely ignored the talkative girl in front of him until she stepped into his line of sight, forcing him to tear his gaze away from the far side of the room.

"You like him, don't you?" Rachel gasped.

"What? Who?" Kurt tried to pay dumb.

"Blaine! You're falling for my brother! I can tell. It's the same way you used to look at Finn, only worse!" She was clearly grossed out by the thought of her brother and best friend being anything more than friends, not even sure if she was okay with them being acquaintances.

"I wasn't in love with my brother, Rachel."

"Not anymore." She suddenly picked up on what he'd said and freaked out once again. "But you're in love with Blaine?"

"What? No! I'm just trying to make him a little more comfortable here! He doesn't really know anyone apart from the warblers." Kurt was trying to convince himself as much as Rachel that he wasn't actually falling for the dark-haired boy.

"Are you sure? Because there is no way I'm allowing the two of you to get together. Ever." Rachel seemed determined to put an end to anything before it even had the chance to begin. Kurt hesitantly nodded. "Great. Now, let's dance!"

"Rachel," Kurt groaned.

"Listen. It's a slow song now. All you have to do is sway back and forth a little." She tugged on his hand and pulled him towards the center of the crowd. He placed his hand on her hips and began doing exactly as she said, shuffling back and forth from one foot to the other. Almost a minute had passed before Rachel's head shot up and Kurt felt a tap on his shoulder. He pulled away from Rachel and turned around to see Blaine standing behind him.

"May I have this dance?" Blaine held out his hand, silently praying that Kurt would accept. He took one look at Rachel, sending her a threatening glance, before resting his hand on top of Blaine's. Blaine pulled him away from Rachel and towards the edge of the crowd before Kurt said anything. "Is this one of your questions?"

"It can be if it has to be." He wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt and rested his hands on the small of the taller boy's back. He felt his entire body go numb when Kurt reached up and wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling their foreheads together. They both closed their eyes, wishing they could move forward and press their lips together without a care in the world, wanting more than anything to just be together and be free to express their love in every way possible.

"They make a great couple, you know." Finn joined Rachel near the stairs where she stood watching Kurt and Blaine intently, plotting every way possible to keep the two of them apart.

"Finn, they do not make a cute couple because they are not a couple, nor will they ever be." She didn't take her eyes off of the duo in front of her.

"I just want my brother to be happy and if Blaine is what makes Kurt happy, I'm cool with that. Don't you want both Blaine and Kurt to be happy?"

Rachel turned to Finn before setting down some ground rules. "Look. I want Kurt to be happy too, and he will be. He'll find someone to fall in love with someday and that person won't be Blaine, okay? Blaine and Kurt aren't the only gay boys in Ohio, Finn."

"I know," he shoved his hands into his pocked, a defensive habit he had developed over time, having listened to Rachel attacking him so much. "But, Kurt-"

"No!" Rachel cut him off. "There are no but's. Now do me a favor and keep an eye on them? If they seem to be getting too close, break it up for me and tell me if something weird happens, okay?" She placed a kiss on his cheek before walking away.

Finn kept his hands in his pocket and put a smile on his face as he watched Blaine lean in and whisper something into Kurt's ear, bringing about a quiet laugh and enormous smile from his brother. He watched the two interact for the remainder of the song before he turned around to find his girlfriend with no intention of telling her a single thing he'd just seen.