Kurt felt Blaine's arm stiffen beneath his fingers, and frowned as the other boy slowly pulled his forearm out from under Kurt's hand. What had he done? Was Blaine suddenly uncomfortable with Kurt touching him? He certainly hadn't minded at the Ball last weekend... Granted, Kurt had felt something akin to electricity run through his fingertips as he'd grabbed onto Blaine's wrist, and it had been a little bit intense... Maybe I spooked him? Kurt thought with a frown.

"Ugh. No. Like we'd tell you anyways, dude..." 

Kurt was pulled from his reverie at this statement. He'd forgotten Blaine had even asked a question. He was too busy trying to figure out what he'd done to suddenly mess up their... whatever this was.

"Finn! That was terribly rude. You can't just say things like that," Kurt snapped at his brother.

"But, dude. He's like our biggest competition, and you saw him last weekend, the Garglers are like actually good. I might not be the sharpest crayon in the drawer, or whatever, but I'm not going to spill our competition secrets to some dude we barely know.

Kurt rolled his eyes dramatically. Competition secrets? Yeah right. If the New Directions weren't working out their set list about five seconds before they were about to perform, Kurt would eat his own, admittedly fabulous, shoes. Whatever this was about (and it was almost definitely about Rachel), it had nothing to do with Blaine. Finn needed to leave, and he needed to leave now. Kurt was not going to stand idly by and watch as Finn ruined a perfectly good evening, with a perfectly adorable Warbler. 

"Oh! Look at the time! Finn, don't you need to get home? Don't you need to call Rachel and remind her to do that thing about that super secret Sectionals secret?" Kurt smiled, and winked in Blaine's direction.

"Kurt," Finn started, his usual perplexed look on his face. "Did you hit your head or something, dude? I thought that was what helmets were f-"

"No, Finn. You remember. How you need. To. Leave. Now." Kurt punctuated each word, hoping that Finn would wipe the constipated monkey look off of his face and just leave already. 

"Yeah, dude... I guess I do need to call Rachel..." He got up, scratching his head.  "Right, well, see you later, Kurt.  Blaine, dude.  Super nice to meet you.  I'll see you around."  He left with a wave and a half smile.

----

Blaine fidgeted in his seat as the doors closed behind Finn's retreating back.  He still couldn't look at Kurt-because if he did, he knew he'd never stop looking.  He didn't want to be this tangled up in a boy he hardly knew.  A boy who already had a boyfriend. 

He stood up abruptly, "I-I really should go, Kurt."  Still without looking at the other boy, he bolted from the coffee shop.  Once outside, the cold air hit him like a slap to the face, and he felt tears well in his eyes as he rounded the corner of the shop and leaned back against the rough brick wall.  

Eyes screwed shut, he knocked his head back against the brick.  What was he even thinking, showing up at Kurt's hang out?  Why had he even bothered?  Sebastian had been right, pursuing this any further only led to disappointment.  It was foolish to think that anything else could have topped the careful stillness of the night of the masquerade. He should have just left it as that-a perfect moment.  Asking for more was simply tempting fate.

After all, he had known nothing about the boy from McKinley High when they had stepped out into the still winter night.  Hadn't known anything but his name.  And that he had the most beautiful eyes Blaine had ever seen. 

Cursing himself, he pressed his palms back against the wall, feeling the hard stone bite into his skin as he sucked in an unsteady breath of the frigid winter air. 

"Blaine,"

His eyes flew open at Kurt's voice, it was gentle, quiet, and full of concern, yet it still did something to make his insides flutter. Kurt stood in front of him, his brow furrowed with worry, yet still looking achingly elegant in the light filtering out from the coffee shop windows. Blaine felt his hands fist at his sides, and found himself unwillingly taking a step forward. Kurt's soft blue eyes meeting his, as his head tilted questioningly to the side.

"What's wrong, Blaine?"

It didn't matter if Kurt had a boyfriend.  It didn't matter if Blaine hated himself for feeling how he did.  His jaw clenched, agonized by the emotions warring in his chest, as his eyes fell hungrily to Kurt's lips.  Despair threatening to choke him, Blaine surged forward, closed the slight distance between them, and crushed his lips against Kurt's.

Whereas their first kiss had been sweetly delicate, this one was greedy and full of need.  Blaine felt Kurt stiffen against him in shock, but soon he was pressing himself against Blaine, and they fell back against the wall.  Blaine's hands slipped into Kurt's unzipped jacket, digging into the other boy's hips, pulling him closer, as Kurt made a sound of pleasure low in his throat.

----

Magical. That was the only word to describe it. Kurt wasn't sure when his boring, normal life had suddenly been swapped for a fairy tale, but he wasn't going to complain. This was amazing. He didn't know why Blaine was kissing him, he just knew that he loved the feeling of Blaine's lips on his and he didn't want him to stop. Ever. 

"Oh my God," he breathed, letting a small contented sigh escape his lips 

Blaine froze immediately. "Ohhhhh. I am such an idiot"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I can't believe I just did that"

"Neither can I, but I'm not complaining. I mean, I don't usually go around just kissing boys. Please, Blaine. But that was..."

"A mistake."

"What?"

"I... You... I mean you've got a BOYFRIEND. And we kissed. TWICE. I never thought I'd be the other man... Sebastian was right. This was totally a mistake. I shouldn't have assumed..."

"Wait. I've got what?"

"A boyfriend." 

Kurt couldn't help but laugh. What sort of weird alternate universe was this, and how did it somehow become his life.

"Blaine, I can guarantee you. I do not have a boyfriend"

"But... Finn..." Blaine trailed off.

"Is my step-brother" Kurt finished the sentence for him, barely containing a giggle.

"Wow," Blaine let out a long breath. "I really am clueless"