"Hey Kurt," Blaine Anderson smiled, leaning against the next-door locker. "Great job at Regionals."

"Thanks, Blaine," Kurt smiled back, blushing a little as he tried to focus on what he needed for class….but it was really hard with Blaine staring at him like that, with his warm eyes, familiar smile…he shook his head a little to clear it. "Uh…how was the rest of your weekend?"

"It was…boring," Blaine said as he turned his head to acknowledge someone passing by them. "Ready to go?" he said, smiling again as Kurt hooked his messenger bag over his shoulder and shut the locker. They started walking, and after a few seconds, Kurt felt something brush his hand. His heart leapt. Then it happened again! Finally, he felt Blaine's hand slide into his own, their fingers intertwining effortlessly. Kurt's head seemed to be filled with cotton and marshamallow fluff; incoherent thoughts were flying around his mind, smashing into each other. He was one part nervous, two parts thrilled—this was Blaine, his boyfriend—ooh, that was a good word. Boyfriend. Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend. If it felt this good to think it, how would it feel so say it? He'd have to work it into conversation somehow. But…were they boyfriends? They had to be, right? Blaine had kissed him, and now they were holding hands. That had to mean they were boyfriends, right? Right. But even so…what would people think? He hadn't seen anyone at Dalton ever get slushied, but then again, he'd never seen anything as outrageous as what they were doing.

But people were swarming around them, hurrying to class. Guys were smiling at them, slapping them on the back, congratulating them on their performance at Regionals. It felt good. No, no…it felt great.

Kurt's mind was still reeling from everything when he and Blaine reached the Warbler Headquarters. They were the first ones in there, apart from the council, and Blaine led him to the couch beneath the window.

"Are you okay?" Blaine whispered in his ear, and he shuddered again.

"Yeah," Kurt assured him. "Why?"

"You just seem kind of…tense." Blaine released his hand and stretched his arm behind Kurt, to massage his shoulder.

"No, I'm...fine. Great, actually." He smiled. He really was great.

"Hey, handsome," Blaine said, once again sidling up next to Kurt at his locker, this time at the end of the day. "Can I give you a ride?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Kurt said, smiling and shutting his locker. Once again, Blaine took his hand as they walked through the school and out into the parking lot, Kurt's heart fluttering all the way. Would he ever get used to this?

As they buckled their seatbelts, Blaine turned on the radio, right in the middle of "Teenage Dream" by Katy Perry. Kurt smiled. Of course.

"You make me feel like I'm livin' a teenage dream, the way you turn me on…" Blaine sang, rolling down the windows and pulling out of his spot. "I can't sleep, let's run away, don't ever look back, don't ever look back—"

Kurt cut him off. "My heart stops when you look at me, just one touch, now baby I believe—"

"This is real, so take a chance, don't ever look back, don't ever look back." Blaine grinned widely, and they sang the rest of the song at the tops of their lungs.

"So…" Blaine said, turning down the radio once the song was over. "Have you, um…"

"What?" Kurt said, feeling nervous for some reason.

"Well, I was just wondering if you had told your dad…about us."

Kurt smiled. Us. "No…not yet."

"Oh." Blaine sounded disappointed.

"It's not that I don't want to! It's just…I want it to be the right…time. I don't want to, you know, surprise him, or anything. This will be new to him, you know. Heck, it's new to me."

"And so far?" Blaine said, looking at him sideways, keeping his face towards the road.

"So far…" he traced his fingertips along Blaine's hand at the wheel. "It's pretty great."

Blaine turned his head, and Kurt was pleased to see that his boyfriend's goofy grin matched his own.

They didn't say much the rest of the way, but when Kurt got out at his house, Blaine followed him up to the door. Kurt paused, his hand on the door.

"Thanks for the ride," he said nervously, fiddling with the key in the lock.

"It was no trouble, really," Blaine said, also somewhat nervously. He hesitated, then leaned in, kissing Kurt full on the mouth. It was quick, not like their first time, but it still left Kurt breathless. Without thinking really, Kurt pushed opened the door and left it hanging open.

"Would you...like to come in?" He offered. Blaine grinned again and nodded eagerly. Kurt led him in, through the living room, and they deposited their stuff on the ottoman and sat next to each other on the couch.

"So…." Blaine said.

"So…" Kurt replied, laughing nervously.

"So…where is everyone?"

"Dad's working late, Finn is out with Quinn, and Carole's at a book club meeting."

"Cool. So…we're…alone?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Blaine looked at him for a moment, then a grin sprang up and he inched closer. Immediately, Kurt's heart kicked into overdrive.

They were kissing again. It was nice. One of Blaine's hands was touching Kurt's face, his hair, and the other was—

"Whoa," Kurt said, leaning away, breathing heavy.

"What?" Blaine said, his hand still partly outstretched.

"I…you just surprised me is all."

"Kurt, I didn't do anything," he half-laughed.

"I know, I just…I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay." Blaine smiled apologetically. "Try again?"

He paused for a second, thinking, and then he grinned and nodded.

Blaine leaned over him, sort of leaning him back against the arm of the sofa. Kurt put his hand to Blaine's face, his fingertips grazing his hair—it was so neat, all the time!—and Blaine was slowly untying Kurt's tie with one hand, the other still on his face.

"Is this okay?" Blaine said as he pulled Kurt's tie from around his neck. Kurt nodded, yes, it was very very okay indeed.

A door opened in the back.

"Hello?" Kurt said as he and Blaine ripped apart. His voice sounded strange, low. "Dad? Carole?" His breath came rapidly, his heart beating wildly—whether from the kissing or the intruder, he didn't know.

A muffled giggle. Then, Finn's voice: "Uh, no, sorry Kurt. It's me, and Quinn." They came around the corner, looking like they were the ones who had just been walked in on. He nodded to Blaine, as Quinn's eyes travelled over Blaine, then Kurt, the way they were flung on opposite sides of the sofa.

"Right," Kurt said, forcing a smile. "Hi, Quinn."

"Quinn," Finn said, gesturing to Blaine, "this is Blaine, Kurt's…"

"Friend, " Kurt said, trying to ignore the look on Blaine's face. "He's my friend."

"Right…" Quinn said. "I'm Quinn, Finn's girlfriend."

"Nice to meet you," Blaine said.

They sat in awkward silence for a moment before Blaine stood up, smoothing out his uniform and straightening his tie. "Well, I guess I'd better be going…bye Finn, nice to meet you Quinn. See you tomorrow, Kurt."

Quinn waved, and Kurt stood to walk Blaine to the door.

"I'll call you later," Blaine said.

"Okay," Kurt said, smiling, his breath finally starting to return to normal. That is, until Blaine leaned in and kissed him quickly on the lips again.

"Bye Kurt," he winked.

"Bye Blaine," Kurt said, and shut the door, leaning against it like the clich� I-just-got-my-first-kiss-from-the-boy-of-my-dreams teenage girl in movies. After a moment spent reveling in the past half hour, he returned to the living room to collect his things. Finn was standing there still, but Quinn was gone.

"Where's Quinn?" Kurt said, avoiding his step-brother's eyes.

"She's upstairs…"Finn said, watching him curiously. "What were you and Blaine doing?"

"Nothing!" Kurt said, a little too fast. "I mean…nothing. Studying. You know…nothing."

Finn hesitated, then shrugged. "Okay."

"Okay," Kurt said, and he knew he was blushing. "Um…I'm gonna go do my homework now."

"Cool, Finn said, started upstairs.

Kurt sank back on the couch. Why was this such a problem? He liked Blaine, a lot, and Burt liked Blaine. Finn liked Blaine, right? Right! Everyone loved Blaine. So why was it so hard for Kurt to accept that Blaine really and truly liked him, and to admit it to other people?

"Oh Pavarotti," Kurt sighed, staring up at the ceiling. "What am I gonna do?"