Blaine stepped forward and immediately received a hug from Carole.

“Oh, honey! We’re so glad you made it here safely.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Hudson,” Blaine said with a polite smile. He had learned that the members of the family had kept their last names, though the family all together went under Hudson-Hummel.

“Welcome, man,” said Finn and held out his hand. Blaine shook it with a smile. Burt greeted him the same way and then he was faced with Kurt.

“Hi,” he said softly. Blaine stood there for a moment, taking in the boy’s looks and breathing slowly. He soon realized that he had been standing there for a few seconds longer than he should have, so he took Kurt’s hand and shook it gently. The hand in his own was soft and pale. How could a simple handshake identify everything he had ever wanted? He met the boy’s eyes and soon understood that he couldn’t keep doing that. He’d end up saying something stupid if he did. So he looked away and let go of Kurt’s hand.

All the way home in the car, Carole talked about what they would do, when school would start, when they would go and register for class, what classes he should take and so on. Almost all of the boys weren’t listening at all, but Blaine was. He smiled at her and accepted every single tip and advice.

Kurt was sitting next to Blaine and he wasn’t even noticing it himself, but he was staring at him. Kurt had never felt like this in his entire life. It was like when their eyes locked at the airport, nothing else mattered anymore. Kurt wondered if this was how it felt to be in love. But then he thought again and almost laughed. No, this couldn’t be love. He didn’t believe in love at first sight. And besides, they were brothers now. Last time Kurt fell in love with a brother (even though he didn’t know they were going to be brothers then), things didn’t end up very well. But still, he couldn’t help but to stare. The boy was just so gorgeous. The long lashes that led to his eyes were dark, just like his eyebrows and hair. And god dammit, those eyes and- wait. How was he able to look into his eyes? His head had been turned forward just a second ago. Just a second ago, yes. But not now. Blaine had caught him staring and was looking at him in a way that Kurt couldn’t quite understand. He looked away quickly and blushed heavily. Blaine touched a hand to his knee, which made him look up again. The Italian didn’t say anything, he just smiled and squeezed the boy’s knee before letting go. Kurt was left breathless. Maybe he was starting to believe in love at first sight after all.

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Blaine had always believed in love at first sight. He was a hopeless romantic, he had always been. Though he had never been able to show it since he was gay and his friends would probably have left him years ago if he would have told them. So he had kept it to himself, watching romantic comedies on TV and reading lots of books. He had seen people fall in love in the movies and he had read about it in the books. Was he in love with Kurt? The romantic part of Blaine was screaming yes, but his brain was hesitant.

He sighed and looked up into the ceiling from where he was lying on the bed. His first day had been great. The Hudson-Hummels had been extremely nice to him and he already felt like home. There was a small knock on the door and Kurt’s soft voice came through.

“Can I come in?”

Blaine nodded, forgetting that Kurt couldn’t see him. “Of course!” he said and straightened his shirt, sitting at the edge of the bed. Kurt opened the door, making a face as it squeaked.

“I’ll ask dad to fix that,” he said apologetically. He was carrying a mug of something hot. “It’s warm milk,” Kurt explained. “I always bring Finn a cup of it at night, so I thought I’d give you one, too.” He shrugged, putting the cup on Blaine’s nightstand. “You don’t have to drink it if you don’t like it.”

Blaine’s heart melted at the gesture. “No, of course I want it. Warm milk is amazing! I’m glad someone else has noticed it, too,” he chuckled. “Thank you so much.” He held Kurt’s gaze a little longer than necessary.

“I should probably go to sleep,” Kurt murmured.

“You can stay if you want to,” Blaine said quickly. Nice one, Anderson.

 Kurt smiled. “If you don’t mind.” ‘If you don’t mind’!? Seriously, Kurt, get yourself together.

Blaine started drinking the milk slowly, loving the way his body instantly relaxed.

“I really needed this, thank you,” Blaine smiled warmly at him.

“It’s nothing, really. So, how do you like America so far?”

“It’s so cool,” Blaine grinned. “I can’t believe I’m actually here.”

Kurt smiled at him, happy that he was drinking the milk and that he hadn’t made a complete fool out of himself.

“Dad asked me if Finn and I wanted to take you bowling tomorrow. Would you like to go?”

Blaine looked surprised, but happy. “Sure! I’d love to!”

“Great!” said Kurt in a high pitched voice that sounded way less discreet than he had wanted it to be.

Blaine giggled. “Prepare yourself to lose though,” he winked. “I’m pretty great at bowling.”

“You haven’t seen me play,” Kurt winked, hiding a laugh. Blaine laughed and nudged his foot against Kurt’s hip.

“I guess we’ll see tomorrow.”

Kurt stood up when Blaine finished his milk and took the cup from him.
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Blaine.”

“I’ll see you.”

Kurt closed the door behind him safely. He took a long breath. Calm yourself, Kurt. You’re brothers. Only brothers…

:)

The next day, Kurt spent two hours coming up with the perfect outfit. When he was finally done with getting dressed, doing his moisturizing routine and fixing his hair, there was only half an hour left until they had to leave. Kurt went down the stairs to make himself some breakfast and found Blaine there, searching through the cabinets.

“Need some help?” Kurt said. Blaine turned around quickly.

“Oh my God, you scared me!” Blaine breathed, holding a hand over his heart.

Kurt giggled. “Sorry. What are you up to?”

“Uh… Just trying to find some breakfast… I’m not very handy in the kitchen though, so I don’t really know what I’m even capable of making,” he giggled softly.

Kurt smiled at him and started pulling out ingredients for waffles. Blaine hoisted himself up on the kitchen counter and watched Kurt cook. The boy moved quickly around the kitchen.

“You look like you’re used to this,” Blaine stated.

Kurt shrugged. “I like to cook. It relaxes me.”

Blaine couldn’t help but to stare at Kurt’s body as he moved around in the kitchen because damn those jeans fit him well. They were super tight and black, showing off his long legs and perfectly shaped ass. Yep, Kurt definitely had a sense for fashion. Blaine himself liked shopping and he dressed pretty decently. He liked bowties and tight shirts because if there was something he was willing to show off, it was his chest. He had been working out quite a lot and he was proud of the fact that it was showing. On this particular day, he was wearing a pair of blue pants, a red shirt and a grey bowtie with purple stripes. Yes, he liked colors. It just made everything more fun. Some people told him that he was just trying to draw attention to himself, but that wasn’t it. Blaine simply liked colors.

“You look colorful today,” Kurt stated, waking Blaine from his thoughts.

“…Is it really bad?” Blaine asked, his face scrunched up a little.

“Not at all!” Kurt stepped in closer to look at the details of the outfit. “I rather like it actually. It suits you!”

Blaine looked up at Kurt. God, he was so close from inspecting his bowtie. They were only inches apart, but as soon as their gazes met, Kurt pulled back, blushing. Just then, his phone buzzed. The countertenor picked it up and read a text from Finn.

“Oh God, Finn totally forgot,” Kurt groaned. “He went out with Rachel earlier and just remembered now that we were going to go bowling.”

“Well, I guess it’s just you and me then?” Blaine asked. And suddenly, Kurt didn’t feel mad at Finn at all.

“Yeah, just you and me.”