“Well, this is my room. Make yourself at home” Blaine closed the door behind them.

Kurt glanced at his surroundings. The room was large, a couch and a few chairs on his right side, made of the same dark wood as the paneling. To his left there was a king-sized bed with curtains around it, but his eye instantly got caught by the white grand piano across the room, next to the window.

“My room looks almost like yours, except there’s no piano. Is it yours?” he removed his jacket and placed it on a chair before going over to the piano, ghosting over the keys with his long, pale fingers. “Yes, I bought it in London. I love to play and the piano I owned before was very old.” Blaine sat down on the music stool in front of it and motioned Kurt to do the same. “I love playing and singing along, but I can’t do it as often as I would like to because my father keeps me busy getting involved in the company and prepared for my future job.” Blaine let out a sight.

Kurt bit his lip. “Would you… would you play something for me?” Blaine thought about it for a moment before nodding.

Who could say no to those eyes? Honestly, what color is that?

Without thinking, he played the first song that came to his mind.

You'd think that people would have had enough of silly love songs.
But I look around me and I see it isn't so.
Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs.
And what's wrong with that?
I'd like to know, 'cause here I go again

Shit. I totally forgot this part of the song. Well, too late to back out again…

I love you

I love you

Blaine risked a glace to his side and immediately knew it was a mistake.

The way Kurt’s eyes looked at him… He couldn’t remember what song he was playing, so he allowed his hands to play just a few harmonies more and stopped.
Kurt was truly beautiful. Blaine couldn’t think of a better way to describe it, the way Kurt’s hair framed his face, a light brown that seemed to shine just from the little sunlight that came through the window, his eyebrows, perfectly shaped and quirked up in that moment by the expression of - was it surprise? - on Kurt’s face, his flushed cheeks which created a wonderful contrast to the pale rest of his smooth skin , his nose, slightly turned up and looking just adorable, his wonderful eyes with thick eyelashes and pupils that seemed to change their colour constantly and his lips, god those lips Blaine just couldn’t stop looking at.

He suddenly realized how close those lips were and that he never had been close enough before to see how they really looked, and he had never imagined them to look so full and soft.
Kurt seemed like he had stopped breathing a while ago, his eyes fixed on Blaine’s, who wasn’t able to form a coherent thought with them laying on him.

Breathe Blaine. It wouldn’t be very helpful to faint now. Oh my god, I’m still staring at him like a total creep.

Blaine felt his face heating up and turned towards the piano in front of him again.

He felt Kurt’s gaze still lingering on him and it made his stomach flutter in expectation.

“So, what do you think?”

Kurt breathed in a little shaky and it seemed like he had to catch his breath too.

“Blaine… That was amazing. I couldn’t imagine you to be so talented! I mean, your voice is breathtaking, literally!” Blaine felt something warm coming from his stomach and spreading all over his body. He wasn’t used to get complimented for his secret passion, the only people he had shared it with, like his parents, thought of it as a waste of time and they had made that pretty clear to Blaine too. To hear someone actually enjoying him making music, not just tolerating but enjoying it, was the best feeling Blaine had ever felt.

Also that this someone was Kurt meant more to him than he would like to admit.

Kurt is still talking. Focus.

“You know, I could imagine you having a musical career next to your job in your father’s company. Maybe playing at a concert hall every evening, I’m sure a lot of people would love to see you play.”

Blaine knew that he was reacting way too strong, he knew it, but he couldn’t help it, when his eyes got filled with unshed tears.

Kurt’s eyes widened in shock when he noticed and he clasped his mouth with his hand.

“Oh god Blaine, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Whatever I said that make you feel this way, I’m so sorry…” he was silenced by Blaine’s hand wrapping around his own that still lingered on his lips but he kept looking at Blaine worried.

“Y-you have no idea h-how much that means to me:” Blaine almost sobbed. He took a shuddering breath before he continued. “It was always my dream to play in front of people, but no one believed in me. Not like that.” And with that all his fears and worries and tensions went away as he bent towards Kurt, taking their intertwined hands down and placing his other hand behind Kurt’s neck before pulling him into a slow and soft kiss.

The kiss was similar to the first two they had shared, yet so different because the dominating feeling wasn’t need or the urge to touch, it was a promise of acceptance to each other.

Blaine was very aware of every inch of his skin that was touching Kurt.

His fingers prickled where they ghosted over Kurt’s palm and neck, but as good as it felt, it was nothing compared to the slight pressure of Kurt’s lips against his own.

In that moment Kurt brought up his hand that wasn’t wrapped up in Blaine’s and pressed it against Blaine’s cheek while parting his lips slightly, and oh god, Blaine could actually taste him. There still was a hint of coffee and something that could just be described as Kurt.

Blaine inhaled as deep as possible, slightly changing the ankle of his head to get better access and opened his mouth in respond. When he felt Kurt’s tongue licking very softly across his bottom lip, his brain shut down and refused to think another straight thought.

The lack of oxygen forced them to part eventually, but they refused to let go of each other, so Blaine nuzzled his face into the crook between Kurt’s shoulder and his neck, while Kurt surrounded his waist with his arm. They both took a moment to calm down their fluttering hearts, deeply inhaling the other’s scent.

“Thank you” Blaine breathed against Kurt’s neck, sending shivers down the other boy’s spine, who just smiled in return, an explanation of what he was thankful for was unnecessary, because Kurt understood.

After a while their position got a little uncomfortable, they were still sitting on the music stool after all, so Blaine got up, not letting go of Kurt’s hand, and lead him to the couch.

Although it was large they sat in one corner, pressed at each other as if their lives depended on it. This time, Kurt leaned against Blaine’s chest, their hands lying on Kurt’s stomach as he drew patterns with his fingers over the back of Blaine’s hands while Blaine buried his face in the short hair of Kurt’s neck. This moment felt so much more intimate than everything they had shared so far. Because of that, and because they both drifted away with their thoughts, they winced at the loud and insistent knocking on the door. Kurt immediately slid to the other end of the couch as they both tried to make this situation look less intimate, before Blaine called “Come in” in a collected, or at least he hoped it sounded collected, voice.

The door opened revealing Blaine’s parents standing outside.