Kurt blinked his eyes rapidly as he took in his surroundings. The light around him was muted and the voices speaking in the background were hushed. Slowly, he sat up to find Blaine whisper-shouting at someone he couldn't see.

Blaine!

Suddenly, everything rushed back to him. He had shown Blaine his wrist, no, Blaine had grabbed his wrist to look, and Blaine had shown him his own wrist in return. Kurt's heart fluttered remembering the mirroring name peaking out under Blaine's wrist cuff. Then Kurt's face reddened as he remembered what happened next. He had fainted. He had fainted right in front of very attractive, very successful, very perfect Blaine Anderson. He groaned at the thought, closing his eyes again.

His noise must have alerted Blaine and the other man about his newly-regained consciousness because at once their hushed voices silenced.

"Just give me one minute with him," Kurt heard Blaine tell whoever was on the other side of the door. "Just one minute!" he heard again, Blaine's voice still quiet. The door shut and Kurt heard footsteps walking towards him. His heart sped up.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered, crouching down next to Kurt. "Are you alright?" He asked, his voice soft and sincere.

Kurt slowly opened his eyes and nodded softly, unable to find his voice while those big, hazel eyes were looking down on him.

"Okay, good. You passed out back there," Blaine chuckled nervously, his hand going up to scratch the curls at the back of his head. "Now I need you to tell me something," he said even quieter than before. Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrist and held it up as gingerly as he could. "Is this real?" Blaine murmured, his voice pained.

Kurt snatched his wrist back, holding it close to his body. Blaine thought he was just another pathetic fan trying to get his attention. This realization stung worse than the straightforward rejection he was anticipating. I felt like a kick in his stomach, and suddenly, he wasn't sure if he could do this.

"Of course it's real," Kurt spit out, his eyes cast down and his wrist cradled against his chest. Blaine's whole body relaxed at his words.

"Oh, Kurt. I'm so sorry. I just needed to be sure." Blaine reached out and put his hand over the one Kurt was cradling his wrist with. "Too many people have tried to trick me. I've tried so hard to keep your name hidden because I've always wanted it to be really you. I've been looking for you forever," Blaine muttered, his eyes big and staring into Kurt.

"Did you feel it? While I was in line, did you feel it?" Kurt asked, darting his eyes up to meet Blaine's, his heart feeling the same pull as before.

"Y-yes," Blaine stuttered out. "I felt it. I feel it now," he whispered. Blaine reached his hand out to run the back of his forefinger against Kurt's cheek. "I've never felt so at home."

Kurt smiled, the nerves and any feeling of rejection shedding off of him in sheets. The touch made his skin feel like it was on fire, but he never wanted to douse the flame. His breath caught in his throat again. His eyes stayed locked on Blaine's, and once again, the world around them faded away into unimportance.

"I can't believe you're real," Blaine said, shaking his head softly with that smile that Kurt had fallen in love with plastered on his face. "Here, let's get up. Go sit somewhere and talk? If that's okay with you, of course," Blaine rushed, but in a quiet tone as if he was afraid he would scare Kurt away. Kurt simply nodded and allowed Blaine to help him up onto his feet. The silence hung in the air. Kurt wasn't sure what to say, what to do, what to think. He knew that this opportunity to be so close to Blaine was rare, and he didn't want to blow his only chance.

"I had them bring you into my dressing room. I hope that's okay," Blaine explained to Kurt as he led him to a couch in the corner of the room. "My manager just wanted to get you to the hospital and not worry about it, but I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't just lose you like that," Blaine said, his eyes growing wide, a frown fixing itself on his lips. Kurt took in the boy next to him and felt his heart sink. Even though it was a small frown, Kurt never wanted to see Blaine in any expression outside of his million-dollar smile. His heart was torn between feeling devastated that Blaine wasn't smiling and jumping for joy that Blaine cared enough to bring him into this very private room.

"Thank you," Kurt whispered, still having a hard time believing everything that was happening around him.

"So tell me about yourself," Blaine said after a moment. His smile was back on his face and Kurt realized how much better he felt because of that. He had never cared so much about someone else's state of happiness before, but he was bound to stop any frowns from appearing on those full lips again.

"Well, what would you like to know?" Kurt asked, matching the smile, finally relaxing a little bit to the strange situation he found himself in.

"Do you live in New York? How old are you? Does your family live here too? What is it that you do? Do you go to school or do you work? Do you have any pets? Do you live alone? Can you do anything cool? When did you realize you were gay? Do you have a boyfriend?" Blaine asked in a series, not leaving room to take a breath, let alone let Kurt answer. Kurt's eyes must have grown because Blaine looked a little embarrassed at his outburst.

"Sorry," he muttered. "I just want to know everything about you." Kurt smiled at the boy. How could he not? He was the definition of adorable wrapped up in tan skin and curly hair.

Kurt smiled and took a deep breath before answering.

"Yes, I live in New York, but I'm not originally from here. I was raised in Ohio, actually, not far from you, where my dad, stepmom, and stepbrother still live. I'm going to school at Parson's for fashion design. I don't have any pets, but I do have a roommate named Rachel who might as well be one. I can tie a cherry stem in my mouth, if that's considered cool, and I sing. More Broadway than acoustic ballads like you, but singing is something I love. I realized I was gay when I was very young. I don't have a boyfriend. Not yet, at least." Kurt smiled as Blaine took in every word Kurt had to say.

"You can tie a cherry stem?" Blaine asked, an eyebrow raised. Kurt blushed a little, but nodded anyway, the smile still playing on his lips.

"I want to know more about you," Blaine said, his eyes sad. "I really want to do this right, though." Blaine took Kurt's left hand and brushed his lips against the back of his palm. "Kurt Hummel, I would be honored if you would go out to dinner with me," Blaine said, his eyes wide and hopeful, his hand still clinging onto Kurt's.

"Oh," Kurt breathed, his heart pounding so loud he was sure Blaine could hear it. "O-of course." His blush grew even darker.

"Great. I'm not allowed to give out my phone number, so I don't even know what the number is to be honest. Is it okay if I take yours and I can let you know when I know what my schedule is like?" Blaine asked, his voice back to being soft as though he would scare Kurt away if he raised it.

"Yeah," Kurt mumbled, his head still having a difficult time wrapping around everything that happened.

"My life is a little crazy, but please be patient with me. We'll figure this out if you're willing to work with me," Blaine pleaded, his hand squeezing Kurt's a little bit tighter.

Kurt nodded franticly, not wanting anything more than to have Blaine, no matter how much work had to be put into doing that. Blaine's smile split across his face, his eyes crinkling at the sides and a chuckle of relief escaping his lips. Kurt's whole body felt like jelly at the sight.

This is it, Kurt decided. This is the best feeling in the whole world.