Chapter 8: Good

"....did you just say that you love me?"

"No! I mean yes—well, no." Blaine responded, abruptly. Kurt's face fell. "Not that I don't!" rushed Blaine. "I mean...sort of? It's just....I'm not sure. I don't know. Yet. I like you and I care about you and I am attracted to you, but I'm not in love with you. Yet. I think that I probably will be, though, before long." Kurt smiled. He took a moment to take it in before he spoke. "I feel the same way."

A wave of relief washed over Blaine. "Oh, thank heavens!"

"'Thank heavens?' Are you a time traveller? What era are you from?" Kurt couldn't help but tease, playfully.

Blaine grumbled, but couldn't hide his smile. "Shut up."

"Never."

"Good. I like hearing you talk, Kurt."

"Good. Because you'll be hearing me talk a lot, Blaine."

"Good. I look forward to it, Kurt."

"Good. I think we should stop saying 'good' now, Blaine."

"If you insist, doll," Blaine conceded, grabbing Kurt's hand.

Kurt took a moment to think about that. Doll. He hadn't really had a pet name before. Not in a romantic context, anyway. His dad called him "bud," Mercedes occasionally called him "boo," and Sue had taken to calling him "Porcelain," but this felt...different. 

"Kurt? Hello? Earth to Kurt," he heard Blaine saying next to him.

"Huh? What? Oh, yeah. Hi." He blushed. 

"Welcome back. I lost you there for a minute. Something on your mind?"

"Yeah. Nothing important, though."

At this, Blaine studied Kurt, trying to discern whether or not to pursue this line of questioning. He decided against it in the end, though. Instead, he decided to make the most of his accidental semi-confession. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself—he was about to take a pretty big risk, after all—and found his voice to speak up.

"Kurt?" 

"Yes, Blaine?

"I know this is unconventional and incredibly forward of me, but, I was wondering..." he trailed off. This was his last chance to turn back. Once the next words passed his lips, there would be no chance of taking them back. 

"Yes?" Kurt prompted.

"Since I think I could fall in love with you, and you think you could fall in love with me..."

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Kurt blurted, suddenly.

Blaine's eyes widened in shock. Then, he huffed out a laugh and nervously fidgeted with his bow tie. "You beat me to it. So, um...yeah. Now that you guessed my question, would you be so kind as to provide an answer? No rush, I mean, but—"

"Blaine." Blaine's mouth snapped shut with an audible click of his teeth. "I was cutting you off because I was asking you if you wanted to be my boyfriend."

Kurt was smiling. That was a good sign. It took some time for the words to sink in, but when they did, Blaine almost literally leapt for joy. Almost. "So....I'll take that as a 'yes'?" Blaine responded, tentatively. He had to make sure he hadn't just imagined Kurt's words.

Kurt pulled Blaine closer to him, feeling suddenly emboldened by the giddy rush of the moment, tugging the front of his shirt to bring the bowtied-boy down to sit facing him. "Of course, silly. I would love to be your boyfriend."

Blaine surged toward Kurt with such force that they both toppled over until they were lying down and wrapped his arms around the beautiful blue-eyed boy beside him and snuggled into him with a happy sigh. "I would love for you to be my boyfriend, too," he mumbled contentedly, a large, truly joyful smile spreading across his face as he felt a warm and fuzzy tingling feeling throughout his entire body.

They continued to snuggle, basking in the awe, joy, and excitement of what just happened. Blaine was lost in a dreamy bubble of happiness and thoughts of Kurt, relishing the feeling of holding Kurt against him, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath he took, and feeling the tickle of those breaths on the back of his neck. 

"You called me 'doll'," Kurt stated, out of nowhere.

Blaine was brought down from his bubble of joy. "I did. Is that ok?" he responded, nervously.

"Depends. Why 'doll?'"

"Because you're adorable and too perfect to be real," came Blaine's immediate response.

A smile lit up Kurt's face. "Yes, Blaine. That is very okay." 

"And," Blaine said, looking up at Kurt with a mischievous smirk, "you're probably fun to play with, too," he quipped, cheekily. 

"Blaine!" Kurt said, sitting up and smacking Blaine's arm playfully even as he giggled.

"Okay, I deserved that. Sorry, couldn't resist. Now, we should probably eat before the food gets cold."

"Good! I'm starving!"

"I thought we agreed that we were going to stop saying 'good' for this evening."

"I'm hungry. Don't expect me to be eloquent. You're lucky I'm not speaking like a caveman."

"Very well, then. We'd better feed you before you lose your command over the English language entirely."

"We'd better."

Blaine stared in awe at Kurt. Incomparably gorgeous, stunning, wonderful Kurt. Kurt with his sharp wit, a great sense of humor, a beautiful voice, a heart-warming smile, a good heart, a winning personality, and a magnificent ass. The word "magnificent" didn't even do it justice, but do you really expect him to be a wordsmith when thinking about Kurt's ass? It's a wonder he can manage coherent thought. Blaine stared at Kurt, smiling like an idiot. Kurt shifted uncomfortably. 

"Do I have something on my face?" Kurt asked, self-conscious.

"No."

"Then why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm just...happy. I can't believe that you're mine. You're my boyfriend. You're my boyfriend."

The entire evening, from then on, was filled with smiles, talk, laughter, food, and cuddles. It was damn near perfect. When it was finally time to go, Kurt insisted on helping Blaine clean up, then Blaine drove him home. After he drops Kurt off, Blaine does a happy dance. He doesn't realize Burt and Kurt are both watching until he spins and sees them smiling amusedly at him from behind the window. Kurt waved. Blaine, who had frozen, managed to raise his hand and wave back, blushing. Then, he composed himself, straightened up, and danced proudly and deliberately back to the car, mentally declaring "I meant to do that. It's part of my clever plan to seduce you with my silliness." 

Upon settling in the driver's seat, Blaine let out a happy sigh. It had been a good night.