Not too long after their dance, Kurt and Blaine returned to the couch to resume their game of questioning. Kurt rested his head on Blaine’s chest and listened to Blaine’s heart beat and felt the soft vibrations running through Blaine’s body as he answered each question. Kurt allowed his eyes to close, but he continued asking Blaine questions, some serious and others which were completely random and silly: Which store would you choose to max out your credit card in? What is your greatest fear in life? What is your favorite amusement park ride? Where would you go if you were invisible for a day? Somewhere between the laughs, the light touches, and the words they spoke, Kurt had drifted off to sleep, Blaine following not even five minutes later; and in each other’s arms, the two boys slept better than they ever had before.

“What should we do? Rachel whispered the next morning as she stood with Finn near the couch.

He shrugged and looked between Kurt, Blaine, and Rachel.“Well, we could let them sleep some more I guess.”

“No. They have to get up. How did they even fall asleep in the first place? I told you to watch them!” She scolded, trying to keep her harsh whispers to a minimum until she decided how to wake up the sleeping boys. Kurt was ok with waking up early, but Blaine had never been one to enjoy the early-morning routines that so many people seemed to be quite fond of. On numerous occasions, Rachel crept into his room, only to be attacked by pillows, blankets, and even books, all of them thrown by Blaine with great force.

“Sorry. I thought you’d see them when you went to bed last night. Didn’t you sleep on the other couch?”

“Yes, but I was so exhausted by the time I went to sleep last night, I didn’t even give a second thought to the fact that I brought Blaine with me!”

“Well we need to figure out something. Sitting here staring at them is kinda creeping me out.”

Rachel stepped forward and leaned down to remove Kurt’s arm from around Blaine’s side. He began to stir before cracking his eyes open, immediately sitting up when he realized he and Blaine had fallen asleep. “Nice to see you’re finally awake,” Rachel said snidely.

“Rachel, I’m sorry. We- we were just talking and I fell asleep…” He trailed off as he studied Rachel’s face. Neither of them said a word or looked away until Blaine began to move beside Kurt as he also opened his eyes to see Rachel and Finn standing in front of them. Kurt gave Blaine a reassuring smile before moving away. “Would you like some breakfast?” He asked, to no one in particular. “I could drag Blaine into the kitchen to make some pancakes or something.”

“You don’t want him anywhere near the kitchen,” Rachel warned. “He’s almost as bad as Finn.”

Finn and Blaine looked between each other and laughed. “I’ve improved. I can make frozen pizza now. There was just the one time when I forgot to-”

Rachel cut him off. “They get it Finn.”

“Look, I can help Blaine out,” Kurt offered. “I mean, who else would be better at teaching him than me?” He looked towards Blaine to see if he’d be willing to help and one look at the smile on his face told Kurt everything he needed to know. “Come on,” he grabbed Blaine’s hand and pulled him up, not bothering to wait for Rachel’s approval. “We’ll go make breakfast while the two of you straighten up the living room. I told you yesterday that I’m not responsible for any post-party clean up, and I’m sticking to that.”

“Fine. But when you come crying to me because Blaine ruined your perfect pancake recipe, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Rachel grabbed Finn and pushed him towards the center of the room as Kurt and Blaine made their way to the kitchen.

“Do you think she suspects anything?” Blaine asked quietly once they’d made it inside.

“I don’t know,” Kurt said as he pulled a bowl out of the cabinet above the sink. “I’m sure she thinks something’s going on, otherwise she wouldn’t have asked if I had feelings for you.”

“Feelings for me?” Blaine repeated curiously as he leaned against the counter next to Kurt.

Kurt sat the bowl down and stopped what he was doing as he tried to reword what he’d said. “I- I just meant…she wanted to- to know if I thought of you as more than a friend or wanted to be more than a friend or-”

“Kurt, relax, okay?” Blaine reached around Kurt to grab a spoon from the container on the cabinet and set it inside the bowl. “Let’s just make the pancakes, okay?” Kurt nodded. “So where is the mix?”

“Top shelf of the cupboard.” Kurt pointed Blaine in the right direction. “It should be in a yellow box.” Kurt pulled a few measuring cups out of the drawer in front of him and knelt down to get the griddle as Blaine returned with the pancake mix.

“Rachel wasn’t kidding when she said I probably shouldn’t be allowed in the kitchen, you know. I can make macaroni and TV dinners, but anything more complicated than that turns out completely inedible.”

“Well that’s what I’m here for.” He handed Blaine a measuring cup as he picked up the box of mix and read the recipe on the back. “Fill that up with one and one third cups of water. Think you can manage that?”

“Macaroni, Kurt. Remember? I can make some things,” Blaine teased as he turned on the sink and began filling the measuring cup.

“Then you should have no problem making pancakes. All you have to do is measure and stir.” Kurt poured the appropriate amount of mix into the bowl and placed the dirty measuring cup in the sink. He reached over to heat the griddle up.

“Good?” Blaine held the measuring cup towards Kurt.

“Perfect.” He watched Blaine empty the water into the powdery mix and stir, noting the adorable smile on that lined his face. He noticed the way Blaine bit his lip when he was concentrating and how his eyes narrowed as he focused on the task in front of him. He saw the toned muscles in Blaine’s upper arms and the way his shirt clung nicely to his chest.

“I think the mixing is complete.” Blaine slid the bowl towards Kurt for inspection.

“Pour some of the mix onto the griddle now.” Kurt moved out of the way so Blaine could step a little closer.

“You trust me to do that?” Blaine questioned.

“You’ll do fine.” Kurt ran a hand through the back of Blaine’s hair before hooking his chin over the shorter boy’s shoulder.

“You know, by being this close, you’re only going to distract me and breakfast will be ruined,” Blaine grinned as he began pouring the first pancake.

Kurt lightly kissed his jaw and smiled. “No amount of distraction is going to make you a bad cook, Blaine. You’re doing great.” He kissed him once again, but this time Blaine turned his head so their lips met. Not even two seconds later, Kurt pulled away and quickly reached out to tilt the bowl in Blaine’s hands to stop the flow of the batter. “Maybe I am too much of a distraction,” he commented, look at the over-sized pancake in front of them.

“The best distraction though.” Blaine leaned his head forward again and pecked Kurt’s lips.

“We’ll give that one to Finn. We’ll need a couple that size to fill him up.”

Kurt and Blaine continued to make pancakes as the banter between them continued. Kurt loved how easy things were with Blaine. Everything seemed so effortless and carefree with Blaine and anytime he was in the presence of the other boy, he forgot about every bad thing that had happened in his life. He didn’t care about the bullies he still had to deal with or the fear of being rejected from the colleges he had applied to. Kurt didn’t think about any of the insecurities he had or the doubts he dealt with. Blaine seemed to make all of the negative aspects of Kurt’s life vanish.

“So what would your ideal date be?” Kurt asked

“I thought you had finished with the questions, and it was my turn.”

“You’re not going to tell me anyway?” Kurt asked as he watched Blaine flip the last couple of pancakes over.

Blaine sat the spatula down and turned around, leaning his back against the counter. “I would want something simple, nothing too over the top. I’d be happy just talking while walking through some area downtown looking at all of the old architecture or strolling through a beautiful park before going to get dinner at a nice little restaurant. Why add the pressure of a fancy restaurant or an extravagant night to the date?”

“So you’re saying you’d rather focus more on being with the person than where you would be or what you would be doing?”

“I guess, if you want to put it that way.” The room grew quiet and Blaine avoided Kurt’s eyes.

“Is everything ok?” Kurt tilted his head to look into Blaine’s eyes.

“Last night…you told me you wanted to kiss me since the day you met me. We were five when we met.”

Kurt nodded, aware of where things were going. “Yeah, but all little kids have crushes. That’s nothing abnormal.”

“So you’ve liked me for that long?”

Kurt hesitated for a few seconds before responding. “What are you getting at Blaine?”

Blaine looked away again, but grabbed Kurt’s hand from his side. “You asked me to describe my ideal date, what I’ve always wanted in a perfect date, but I’ve never been able to picture that date with anyone but you. For years, it’s been you, Kurt. You want to know when I first realized I was gay?” He looked up at Kurt before continuing. “It was when I twelve. You came over to visit Rachel like always, but she fell asleep in the middle of the movie and you wandered upstairs to my room. You walked in and you were so confident and sure of who you were, even if no one knew else knew it. You told me you were gay and the minute I heard those words, it’s like everything fell into place. There you were, sitting next to me on my bed in your pajamas and all I wanted in that moment was for the butterflies in my stomach to calm down enough for me to be able to speak. It’s like I was waiting for something all along, but I never knew what it was. It’s like I wanted to be with you in the way every twelve-year-old wants to be with their crush, but you were unreachable. I’d believed you were straight for so many years that I’d shut off the part of me that was able to feel something for you, anything for you at all. The minute I realized I really did have a chance at everything I’d wanted was the minute I realized that I was gay. It was the exact moment when I realized that you weren’t just Rachel’s friend, but someone that I wanted to marry one day. You were the person that I had a crazy crush on and all of those times I teased you and Rachel, every sleep over I tried to crash, it was only because it gave me an excuse to be around you more.”

Kurt realized he’d been holding his breath and slowly let the air out of his lungs, trying to take in everything Blaine had just said. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

Blaine shrugged. “I knew you were gay, but no one else did. I didn’t want to pressure you to come out just because I wanted to be with you. And then, by the time you came out and I finally got the courage to ask you, my dads enrolled me in Dalton. I…I didn’t want to do that to you. I didn’t want to be the guy to tell you how I felt and then leave right after. You deserved so much better than that. To be honest, looking back, I would’ve much rather stayed at McKinley, despite being bullied every day. I’m always thinking about what would have happened between us if I’d have been there. The minute I officially decided to transfer back to McKinley, I felt like calling you and asking you to meet me. I wanted to tell you how I felt, but I stopped myself. I hadn’t seen you but maybe once or twice a month for the past two years, so it wouldn’t feel right. You didn’t know anything about me or the person I became while I was at Dalton. I was afraid you’d take one look at me and see me as a complete stranger, not the boy you’d grown up with. Timing is everything to me and I just wanted to make sure it was the right moment for the both of us.”

Kurt moved a little closer to Blaine. “So what made you realize that last night was the right time?”

Blaine searched Kurt’s eyes for any sense of hesitation before answering. “When we were in your room talking, I felt every memory rush back to me. Every conversation we had with and without Rachel’s knowledge. Every morning when you’d wake up before Rachel and the two of us would sneak into the kitchen for cookies before going outside to play. Every prank I pulled on the two of you and every movie night I crashed. Seeing you sitting on that bed brought me back to the night when you came out to me, and I knew I couldn’t hold it in much longer. Every feeling I’d ever had for you came flooding back and this wave of admiration for you washed over me. Then I saw you outside. You were just sitting on the back porch by yourself and something told me it was the perfect opportunity. You were alone and it was New Years. If you didn’t want to kiss me, I knew I’d have to accept that, but at least then I could blame New Years for the reason I was asking. I could convince you that it didn’t have anything to do with me wanting to kiss you, but more like a tradition of some sort that I wanted to fulfill. But you said yes, and...” Blaine paused. “I was so happy, Kurt. After six years of just wanting to be with you, it was nice to know that you felt something for me too. I wish the right time to tell you how I felt would’ve come sooner, but I couldn’t ask for a better time than now. So when you say what my ideal date is, that’s hard because for the past six years, every time I pictured myself going on a date with someone, whether it be to dinner or a movie or just hanging out at home, it wasn’t some random guy with me. It was you, Kurt. You were the one I always wanted there with me, so now that I finally do have you, it doesn’t matter to me where we go or what we do. All that matters is that I get to be with you and make up for all of the times we could have spent together.”

Kurt didn’t know how to respond to Blaine. Every single thing he’d said had made the butterflies in his stomach flutter and he felt like his heart was going to melt. No one had ever said anything even half as meaningful to him before, yet Blaine was standing there next to him saying more than Kurt could ever ask for. Blaine, the boy he was head over heels in love with, was just as happy to be with him. Instead of saying anything, he leaned in between Blaine and the counter and began kissing him, slowly at first but quickly deepening the kiss when his tongue began to seek for entrance. Blaine reached up to cup Kurt’s face before pressing their bodies together, and Kurt began to moan and melt against Blaine’s chest.

“You guys, something smells, whoa!” Finn walked into the kitchen and halted as soon as he saw what he’d walked in on. “I- I’ll just…I’ll go.”

“Finn!” Kurt spoke up so he wouldn’t leave and moved away from Blaine. “Please. Just…just don’t tell Rachel, okay?”

Finn didn’t even hesitate before answering. “I won’t say a word. You can count on me.” He began walking out of the kitchen but paused to turn back around. “Hey, Kurt?”

“Yes?”

“You’re happy, right?”

Kurt looked from Finn to Blaine and smiled “I’m really happy.” He moved closer to Blaine and reclaimed his hand.

“Good. Than Rachel won’t find out about this until you’re ready to tell her.”

“Thank you.”

Finn just nodded before returning to his waiting girlfriend.

“Well, that was-”

“Blaine, the pancakes!” Kurt leaned into Blaine and began laughing into his shoulder. “I think we burned them.”

Blaine kissed the tip of Kurt’s nose and reached over to turn the griddle off. “I told you to take Rachel’s advice and just cook everything on your own. At least we still have plenty to go around.”

“You did an excellent job, Blaine. Just a few more tries and you’ll be an expert chef.” Kurt pulled a few plates out of the cabinet and silverware out of the drawer. “Ready to go feed our siblings now?” Blaine nodded and grabbed the plate of pancakes and the bottle of syrup as he followed Kurt out into the living room.