It was late when he got home. Later than he'd ever been. They had stayed at the coffee shop until it closed, and they were unceremoniously kicked to the curb. It had just been so easy to talk to Blaine, like they had known each other forever, they didn't even notice the time go by.

Blaine was just so lovely. Sometimes, Kurt would swear that they were the same person. And the kisses! He sighed happily as he entered the house. He was in his own little world, in his own thoughts, most, no, all of them about Blaine. He didn't even notice his father sitting in his armchair, tapping the arm rest impatiently. In hindsight, he should have expected the Spanish Inquisition that followed. But his head was so filled with Blaine! With Happy! With Amazing! To even think that far ahead.

"Hey, Buddy... Where've ya been?"

"Oh. Hey, Dad! Um... just... out with a friend" the greatest most wonderful possible boyfriend EVER.

"Finn came home over an hour ago... I was starting to get worried when he said you were with some guy. A... what did he call him?  A stinkin' Warbler? What does that even mean? Is he part of some gang? Should I be worried? "

"Dad! Dad. It's okayyyyy" he said, elongating the last syllable, trying to keep his giggling in check.  "Geez. It's just this guy named Blaine that I met the other day at Mr. Schue's inane show choir masquerade ball thingy. He's really nice. We just had coffee together." He's amazing, and wonderful, and adorable and handsome and so, so kind. He thought, trying to school his face into something that wasn't an idiotic grin.

"Well, alright then. I'm glad you're home, but I'm heading up to bed. You should too... there's this thing called school? You need to go to it tomorrow, remember?"

It was all he could do not to roll his eyes.

"Thanks dad, I'll be up in a minute."

"G'night, sport."

Kurt waved goodnight to his father, and sat on the couch, bringing out his phone. Before they'd left the coffee shop, Blaine had grabbed his phone and entered his phone number into it. Kurt thumbed through his contacts until he found it.

K: Hey, Blaine! It's Kurt. I just wanted to say thanks for coffee tonight. It was fun!

He bit his lip, and hit send.  He barely had to wait five minutes for a reply.
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Blaine tipped his head against the window of the bus as he watched the Christmas lights fly by.  The soft smile on his face hadn't dimmed, even though it'd been nearly an hour since he'd seen Kurt.  

The lingering question kept me up / 2am who do you love / I wonder till I'm wide awake.

The song had been on repeat on his iPod since the night of the masquerade.  He was usually such a top 40 fan, but ever since "Teardrops On My Guitar" he'd kind of been a huge, secret fan of Taylor Swift, and had all her albums.  When he'd been left in the snow, staring after Kurt, he hadn't been able to get "Enchanted" out of his head, the song seeming to perfectly capture how he'd felt that evening.  And moreso when he'd finally stumbled into bed, exhausted, but unable to stop thinking about the boy in the silver mask.

All I know is I was / Enchanted to meet you.

His phone vibrated suddenly in his pocket, and his fingers pulled it out, clumsy when he saw a text from an unfamiliar number.  Reading it, he grinned, and immediately added Kurt's number into his phone before he texted back.

B: Hi Kurt :)  He paused, not sure how to continue.  Not sure if saying what he wanted to say would come off as pathetic, or stupid.  But this night had been so perfect, and the night of the masquerade had been so perfect, and he was the kind of guy that said how he felt... he didn't like to play games or pretend that he was something that he wasn't.  Biting his lip, he finished the text.  You've left me wonderstruck.

This night is sparkling / Don't you let it go / I'm wonderstruck / Blushing all the way home.

He quickly shoved the phone back in his pocket.  He could feel a stupid grin tug at the corners of his mouth.  Maybe it had been a silly text, and if Kurt decided that Blaine was incredibly lame and never wanted to speak to him again, well... that would suck.  A lot.  But at least Blaine would know he'd been honest.  Leaning his head back against the window, he could feel his cheeks heat up with a blush as he waited, heart in his throat, for Kurt to reply.

I'll spend forever / Wonderin' if you knew / I was enchanted to meet you.

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Wonderstruck? Wonderstruck? WONDERSTRUCK!?!!! Wonderstruck.

It wasn't even funny how fast and how hard Kurt was falling for this boy. He was wonderful, he was romantic, he was adorable and he knew all the words to a Taylor Swift song... It was hard to tell, but Kurt was pretty sure he wasn't entirely making him up in his head. Well... at least 95% sure.

The 5% doubt came from the fact that Blaine had been "wonderstruck." He found it a little bit hard to believe that he had been able to cast any sort of spell over Blaine. Blaine was so cool, so composed, so dapper, and Kurt had kind of been like a flailing elephant on a tightrope with roller-blades in every single one of their encounters. Well, at least it felt that way.

How was he supposed to respond to this text though? This perfect text. "You left me wonderstruck." There was no possible way to even respond to it without sounding ridiculous. Like, what could he even SAY to that?

Hmm...

"Thanks" No. Definitely not. Way to sound cocky, Kurt.

"I love you" Um. What? Where did that come from? Who said that? Shut UP inner thinky voice!

Um...

Ten minutes later, he still had not thought of anything even remotely good to text back to Blaine. This was starting to get ridiculous. It was just a text. He shouldn't be putting that much thought into it.

Why is this so stressful!?  He thought to himself as he turned on his iPod and sat at his vanity to do his moisturising routine. He had zoned out for a minute, or five, ten at the most before:

Your eyes whispered "have we met?"/ Across the room your silhouette starts to make it's way to me

The shuffle gods were reading his mind. Except... this was Owl City.

The playful conversation starts/ Counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy/ All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

K: Blaine, I was enchanted to meet you too.