Back in the car, Blaine's hand clung onto Kurt's for dear life. Kurt was a little afraid of his hand getting sweaty, and Blaine getting grossed out, but after the spectacular night they had just shared, he didn't really care enough to slide his hand away. All that really mattered was seeing the smile on Blaine's face as he sat contently in the backseat with him.

"So, I'm thinking a movie is in order," Blaine announced as they turned a corner away from the pier.

"What did you have in mind?" Kurt smiled as he asked.

"Well, I want a happy movie. Something I can giggle at because tonight has been great and I really want to keep that going." He squeezed Kurt's hand.

The remainder of the ride was in a comfortable silence, both of them still exchanging nervous looks and the occasional hand squeeze or knee bump. Kurt couldn't remember the last time he had felt so content sharing a space with someone else.

As they drove, Kurt was unsurprised to learn that Blaine lived in the Upper East Side of New York. Again, the sinking feeling of Blaine being famous hit his stomach. Kurt didn't want to deal with that little issue quite yet, so he pushed the thought away. Why ruin such a good night with something that hasn't been proven to be an issue yet?

"We're here," Blaine said softly once the car was outside a large apartment building. Blaine hopped out and extended his hand back to Kurt. Once they were both out, Blaine said his thanks to the driver and led Kurt inside. The elevator ride was quick, the comfortable silence still enveloping them both. Kurt thought that he should feel a bit more strange going to Blaine's house after the first date, but he couldn't get himself to think of why it was wrong because everything around him felt so comfortable.

Once they were outside of what Kurt assumed was Blaine's door, Blaine stopped them and jingled his keys nervously.

"Thanks for not thinking I'm creepy for inviting you over here," he said, his eyebrows knitted together and his lips in a little pout as if he was afraid Kurt was going to tell him otherwise.

"I don't think you're creepy," Kurt replied with a smile and an almost overwhelming urge to kiss the pout on Blaine's lips away. Blaine let out a small sigh of relief at Kurt's words and resumed unlocking the door. With one last worried glance back at Kurt, Blaine opened the door and ushered Kurt in.

"You have a very nice…" Kurt trailed off as he looked around the very empty entry room "Home?"

Blaine laughed as if that was the perfect thing for Kurt to say, confusion included.

"Yeah, it's not much," Blaine waved at the lack of decorations, or even furniture for that matter. "But, I'm not here that often. Touring you know…" Blaine trailed off and ran a hand through his curls.

The feeling crept back into Kurt's stomach. Blaine wasn't home often. He wasn't home because he was touring. He was touring because he was famous. The fact that he was kept coming back to tease him, as if it were to laugh in his face that he thought this relationship would be a possibility. He wanted to let that feeling to. He wanted to forget about it and just see where life takes them, but it was like a constant roller coaster. He was consistently being reminded that Blaine lead a different lifestyle than Kurt, but then he was constantly being reassured how perfect Blaine was for him in practically every move he made. This was confusing. Kurt let out a quiet sigh.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Blaine asked, his nerves obviously settling back in as he continued to scratch the back of his head, an uneasy look on his face.

The anxious look on Blaine's face shook Kurt of his momentary panic because god damn it, Blaine stop being so adorable when you're nervous. Kurt couldn't help but smile.

"No, thank you," Kurt said, his eyes softening as he looked at the boy standing awkwardly in his own house. "Let's watch that movie."

"Okay," Blaine smiled and walked over to the only couch in the fairly large living room, Kurt following and seating himself on the outside edge of the couch. "So what would you like to watch? I don't have that many movies, but I can hook up Netflix if you want, or—"

"I'll love whatever you choose," Kurt cut him off. As adorable as Blaine's nervous ramblings were, he really just wanted Blaine to come back to the couch. Blaine may ramble when he's nervous, but Kurt tends to overthink everything and only recently did find that the cure is the touch of one Blaine Anderson. He could really use a fix right about now.

Blaine futzed around with his DVDs, putting in one Kurt had never even heard of before, but it didn't matter because Blaine was walking back to the couch with a shy smile and Kurt felt his heart flutter helplessly.

Instead of sitting on the other end of the couch, Blaine sat on the middle cushion right next to Kurt. Kurt smiled and shyly offered his hand, of which Blaine gladly laced his fingers in and visibly relaxed, pressing play on the remote.

The movie was funny, but apparently Blaine thought it was hilarious. Kurt could tell that this was obviously one of Blaine's favorite movies. Blaine laughed hysterically at nearly every poorly placed pun, and Kurt laughed at Blaine laughing, and the feeling of contentment washed over Kurt in welcomed waves.

Eventually the movie ended, and Blaine, obviously not wanting Kurt to leave yet suggested watching another movie. Kurt readily agreed, and Blaine handed the Wii remote to Kurt so he could choose the next movie on Netflix. Kurt was trying to concentrate on what movie to pick, wanting more than anything to make a good impression on Blaine, but he was suddenly feeling nervous under Blaine's stare from right next to him. Kurt looked over and caught Blaine staring at his face, a longing look in his eyes.

"What?" Kurt asked softly, picking the first on Blaine's suggestions for "Romantic Comedies" so he could turn his full attention to Blaine.

"I just really want to kiss you, is all," Blaine murmured, his voice even quieter.

"Then kiss me," Kurt said, his heart in his throat and his eyes suddenly a mixture of anxiety and hope.

Blaine subconsciously licked his lips slightly and leaned in, his eyes flicking between Kurt's eyes and his lips. He brought his hand up to cup the side of Kurt's face gently, the same side that he touched the night they met, Kurt subtly remembered.

"You're so beautiful," Blaine whispered, his face moving closer to Kurt's, and then suddenly their lips were being gently pressed together.

Kurt was flying. None of his other kisses had felt like this. There was no urgency, just the silent need to touch. Blaine's lips were a little bit chapped, and their noses were pressed awkwardly into each other's, but this was, hands down, the most perfect kiss Kurt had ever had. If he had ever doubted before that this Blaine was his Blaine, his soul mate, the overwhelming feeling of right in this kiss, despite the seemingly imperfect factors, proved he was.

Blaine softly pulled back and opened his eyes, staring into Kurt, a smile playing at his lips. Kurt let out a sigh and then pulled Blaine in for another. They kissed for what was probably too long, but they couldn't stop. Kurt didn't ever want to stop. Their kisses only improved, Blaine's tongue finally finding its way into Kurt's mouth and dancing with his own. It was just the right amount of nips and licks to make their little make out session perfect, the feeling in Kurt's chest helping prove that point.

Finally, they pulled apart to catch their breath and paid attention to the movie for the first time. They had already missed a good chunk of the beginning, so actually following the story line wasn't really an option anymore. This fact didn't seem to deter Blaine as he laid his head on Kurt's shoulder to watch.

Kurt let out another content sigh and turned to watch the movie with Blaine, a smile etched on his lips that he had a sneaking suspicion would stay there for a while. The movie was terrible, but Kurt was content with just having Blaine so close to him. He continuously glanced down at him to make sure Blaine was still happy, and he always was as he glanced back up at Kurt every so often. Kurt wasn't sure if these butterflies in his stomach would ever go away, but quite frankly, he hoped they wouldn't.

On one of his glances down at Blaine, he saw the boy's eyes closed and heard his breathing leveled out and deeper. Blaine had fallen asleep and Kurt's heart expanded. As if Blaine could get anymore adorable, here he was asleep on Kurt's shoulder like a toddler. Kurt smiled and decided it would be better if he just stayed the night anyway.

Kurt moved slowly so he was lying on the couch, Blaine's head on his chest and closed his eyes to match Blaine, his hands wrapping around him protectively. Kurt fell asleep quietly, internally battling between feeling content with the boy in his arms and pushing away the unwanted, yet familiar feeling that this was too good to last.