Chapter 3

Kurt's eyes widened. Never mind that someone was touching his butt, did Blaine just say that he was flirting with him?

"um. I don't- wait really?" Kurt stuttered.

"Look, I'm in to you," Blaine whispered, "and I know you're into me. I just think we should cut the crap and a pay a visit to the empty broom cupboard over there." He smirked and jerked his thumb behind him to the janitor's closet.

Kurt's face turned white. "What? Where did you ever get the idea..."

"Geeze, cool it, buttercup!" Blaine stepped back, crossed his arms, and let out a chuckle. "You don't really do... This often, do you?" Blaine gestured between the two of them.

Kurt took a deep breath. "If you mean talk to other people, then no."

Blaine raised his eyebrow.

"Sarcasm, Blaine. Sarcasm." Kurt paused. When did he finally feel confident enough to actually attempt to flirt back? "Look, I'm not sure what you're trying to do here, but I have to get to homeroom and-"

"Well, fine then. But don't think this is the last you're going to see of me today, babe. See you at lunch." Blaine winked at Kurt and then started down the hallway.

Kurt inhaled sharply and a small smile appeared on his face. Even though he had touched Kurt's ass. Even though he was sure to be a heartbreaker. Even though this boy was everything that Kurt stayed away from, he made Kurt smile.

Blaine and Kurt spent the rest of the week talking to each other this way. Well, Blaine mainly hit on Kurt whenever he could and Kurt just blushed and squealed on the inside. He wasn't really sure what to make of all this new attention, but he knew he liked it. Now that he was CERTAIN that Blaine was gay, he didn't feel so bad about actually enjoying it.

But he was still nervous. Blaine was forward. Way more forward than Kurt was used to. Blaine would do things, like touch his thigh or wink, that just drove Kurt crazy. Kurt wanted to let himself go, to just let himself explore this new relationship, but he was scared. Every time, Kurt usually just blushed and mumbled.

On Friday, Kurt approached Blaine in the hallway during lunch. Blaine was sitting on the floor, striking matches on the heel of his boot and extinguishing them in his bottle of water. Kurt cleared his throat.

Blaine looked up and the corners of his mouth twitched. "What's up, gorgeous?"

Kurt swore in his head while his cheeks got hot. Blaine smirked.

"Um, I was just wondering if you'd heard about Santana's party tonight." Kurt took a deep breath.

Blaine gave him a blank expression. "Yeah, I heard Puckerman yelling about it earlier. Something about Santana getting lady kisses on?"

Kurt giggled. "Yeah. Well, I just wanted to let you know about it... If you didn't already. Yeah."

Blaine stood up and smirked. "Don't worry, babe. I'm going to make an appearance."

He picked up his messenger bag patted Kurt on the chest. "See you later, Hummel."

Kurt grinned and walked back to the cafeteria to find Rachel.

"Look, I just don't think it's good idea," said Rachel as she repositioned herself on Kurt's bed.

"But why?" Kurt whined. He was trying to convince Rachel to come to the party. She didn't want to go. Her excuse was "they had sectionals coming up and she didn't want to ruin the quality of her voice with underage drinking and second hand smoke".

"Why do you want me to go so badly?" Rachel questioned as she put her hands on her hips. "Does this have to do with Blaine?"

Kurt tried to look shocked. "What? No! Look, most of New Directions is going to be there too! Can't someone just want to go to a party with his best friend to have a good time?"

Rachel cocked her eyebrow. "Oh, and this really has nothing to do with the fact Blaine is going to be there and you don't want to be alone when you get cold feet and don't want to hang out with him one on one?"

Kurt sighed and flopped down on his bed beside Rachel, face first.

"I don't know what to doooooooo!" Kurt said, in muffled tone.

Rachel patted his shoulder. "You'll be amazing. I know you will."

Kurt turned over and propped himself up on his arm. "I just don't know how he feels about me. I don't really know how I feel about him. I don't know what I think about how I might feel about him."

Rachel grinned broadly. "Well, get some answers! Go to that party and find out. Look, if you're so scared, I'll go with you and Finn. I'll be by your side and hold your hair if you puke from whatever cheap beer Puck manages to bring."

Kurt leaned over and hugged Rachel. "Thanks so much Rach. This means a lot."

Rachel sighed a melodramatic sigh. "I'm an amazing friend, I can't help it."

Kurt giggled and hit Rachel with one of his throw pillows.