Kurt's POV

I heard a knock on my door while I was getting ready.

"Hey, are you coming to breakfast?" It was Blaine.

"Yeah, I'll be over there soon," I shouted back.

"Alright," he said as he walked away.

He sounded sad that we couldn't go to breakfast together. Even his footsteps sounded sad. We had been spending every moment we possibly could together. Back at McKinley, I hated seeing couples that literally were attached at the hip. I understand them now. Being with Blaine was always so wonderful. It just made sense that I never wanted to be apart from him since he made me feel so incredible.

My phone alarm went off. I grabbed it and turned it off. It said that my Warbler audition was today. Oh my god! I still hadn't picked a song! I haven't talked to Blaine about the song choice because I wanted it to be a surprise, but I had completely forgotten about it. I grabbed my phone off of the bed and called Finn. After two rings it went straight to voicemail, so I called the house phone.

"…hello?" Finn said as he yawned.

"My audition is today!" I shouted into the receiver. "I completely forgot! I texted you about helping me pick a song choice remember?"

"Yeah, for the Wobblings or, no, the Wombats," he said, with another yawn. "Yeah, the Wombats, that's what it was. No, I haven't thought about the song. I forgot, too."

"It's the Warblers," I corrected him. "What am I going to do? I have nothing to sing. My audition is today! It's this afternoon!"

"So, you're really going to try and be a part of the Warblers?" he asked. "I thought you said you weren't sure, and you were just going to fly under the radar at this school."

"Yeah, I was really nervous about the audition, but Blaine convinced me that I'd do fine and that I sound wonderful," I said thinking back to when Blaine convinced me to audition.

"So, you really like Blaine, huh?" Finn asked.

"Yeah, we're dating," I said, happily. "I have a boyfriend! Isn't that great?"

"What?" I heard Dad yell.

"Dad, were you listening this whole time?" I asked.

"No, I was outside, and then I remembered that I needed to call Carole to remind her to pick up some things on her way home. My cell phone was dead because I never remember to charge the darned thing so I was going to use the house phone. I picked up and heard you shout you had a boyfriend," he explained.

"Oh," I said.

"How long have you two been a thing?" Dad asked.

"About a week or so," I said.

"Oh," Dad said. "That's not long at all."

"No…it's not," I said. "Why did you say it like that?"

"It's just that you don't even really know the kid," he said. "It's nothing too serious."

"It's not Facebook official or anything, but I'd like to think that my relationship with Blaine is serious," I said, offended.

"I'm with Burt on this one, Kurt," Finn said. "You don't know Blaine very well so you guys could break up over something stupid soon and it'll be over so Burt doesn't have anything to worry about."

"What?" I said, confused.

"All I was sayin' is that as you get to know each other more you might find things that you don't like about Blaine," Dad said. "Blaine might find things he doesn't like about you either. It might cause you two to realize that you're not right for each other."

"You're saying that Blaine won't like me anymore once he finds out what kind of person I am or vice versa?" I asked.

"Yeah because you don't really know each other, Kurt," he said.

"I know Blaine just fine," I argued.

"Do you really, Kurt?" Finn asked. "He might be just being nice. You don't really know anything about him."

"Yes, I do, Finn!" I shouted. "Blaine isn't just 'being nice.' He's a nice person. That's just who is he is."

"What kind of car does Blaine drive?" Dad asked.

"I'm not sure, but he's taking me out this weekend in it so I'll know then," I said.

"What school did he go to before he went to Dalton?" Finn asked.

"I don't know we haven't talked about it," I said.

"What do his parents do for a living?" Dad asked.

"A lawyer and a chef," I said confidently. I knew that one. Blaine told me about how the food in the cafeteria was nothing compared to his mother's cooking because she's a chef. I was shocked he wasn't fat from that fact alone and from all the food he consumed daily. He didn't say much about what his dad did. He just said he was a lawyer and not around much.

"What's his favorite color?" Finn asked.

"He says that it's tie between blue and red. He can't decide because—Wait, why does any of that matter? I like him! Can't I like him because I just do?" I asked.

"Sure, son," Dad said. "You can like whoever you want to. I just wanted to make sure you know the guy before you start getting too serious."

"Yeah, Kurt," Finn agreed. "You barely know Blaine, but you're going be his boyfriend and be in a relationship with him?"

"I am his boyfriend, and I am in a relationship with him," I said loudly. I sighed. "Look, you guys don't understand. Sure, yeah, Blaine and I don't talk about his family or his life goals often, but we talk about our dreams. He listens to me and understands me, and I do the same for him. I know I don't know every little thing about Blaine, but he makes me happy. I haven't been happy in a long time. I hated McKinley High, and the students there never really gave me the time of day. Here, Blaine introduced me to his friends, and they are my friends now, too. I have people who care about me. I owe Blaine for that. I was afraid of opening up to him or anyone, but I trust him. I love the way he makes me feel wanted by someone. I didn't think that would happen after what Karofsky did, but he doesn't care about that. He still wants to be with me! This whole week has gone by so fast, but I wish I could relive this whole week and live in the moments Blaine and I had alone over and over again. I loved it every moment of it!"

I zoned out and thought about our week. I smiled to myself. I even loved it when he made me spill coffee one of my shirts. We ran to the bathroom and he tried to scrub it out of my shirt while I was still wearing it. He just ended up smearing it and I had this huge stain on my shirt, so he lent me his Dalton hoodie to wear that day. I hate hoodies, but it was Blaine's so I wore it all day. It was ridiculous, but I loved it and had fun.

"…I think I love him," I said, out loud into the receiver.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Finn said, shocked. "Kurt, you just can't spring the L-word on a guy like that. Guys will freak out on you."

"I am a guy, Finn," I said.

"But you're like the girl in the relationship aren't you?" he asked.

"Really, Finn?" I said angrily.

"Kurt," Dad interrupted. "Finn is just saying that Blaine might not be ready for 'the L-word.' A lot of meaning comes with that word. Blaine might not be able to handle that. He might not take it the way you think he will."

"Are you trying to tell me that you don't think Blaine will ever love me?" I asked, sadly.

"No, that's not what we're saying, Kurt," Dad said. "We're just saying that even though you have fallen really fast for Blaine, Blaine might not have fallen for you like that yet."

"Yeah," Finn said. "But don't worry about it, Kurt. Eventually you and Blaine will break up and you will find a much better guy."

"Wait, you think Blaine's going to break up with me?" I asked.

"I mean not now," Finn said. "I was just saying that if you tell Blaine you love him when you guys go out this weekend and he doesn't say it back, aren't you going to break up?"

"No," I said. "I don't know. I hope not. I hope he loves me, too," I said quietly.

"Me too," Finn said softly.

"We both want him to love to you, too," Dad said. "Just don't get your hopes up too high. Anything could happen, and I don't want you setting yourself up for heartbreak, okay, kid?"

"Okay, Dad," I said.

"I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, Kurt," Dad said.

"Bye," I said.

I heard him hang up the phone and stood silently for a moment. "I, um, I'm sorry if we made you upset, Kurt," Finn said. "We are just looking out for you. Blaine might not be that great of a guy in the end. I know you want to be in love and find someone so badly, but be careful. I don't want anyone to break my little brother's heart."

"Thanks, Finn," I said. I understood, now. They weren't being mean or trying to give me a taste of reality. They were just being overprotective like a 'big' brother and a dad should be. But still, they brought some things to my attention. I didn't know Blaine very well. We had only been dating for a short while. I wanted to know everything about him though. Didn't that part matter to them?

"So, you want to talk about what song you are going to sing?" he asked.

"No, I'm not in the mood for that right now," I told him. "I sort of have an idea of what I want to sing now."

"Oh, okay, listen I—"

"I have to go," I interrupted him. "I'll be late for school."

"Are you okay, Kurt?" he asked. "I didn't mean to upset you. We just—"

"No, I'm fine," I said as I started to cry. "I get it. I think what Blaine and I have is wonderful. You guys think Blaine is just some little school boy crush or that Blaine views me as just a crush. You don't think he loves me at all. You don't think he's taking our relationship as seriously as I think he is. I get it. I don't want to hear it anymore."

"Kurt, that's not it," Finn said.

"Bye, Finn," I said and hung up. I really had hoped they'd be happy for me. I hoped they would be glad that I was finally happy after everything that happened.

My phone buzzed. It was a text.

I'm sorry. Good luck with your audition. I hope you get into the War Blurs. –Finn

I smiled at the text, but I was still upset. I sent a text to Blaine that read:

Sorry I wasn't able to make it to breakfast. I'll see you at lunch. –Kurt

It was pretty late, and I didn't want Blaine to see me like this with puffy red eyes. I gathered my books and headed to the academic building. It was still really early so not many students were even in the building yet. When I got to my classroom, Nick was already there drinking coffee. My phone buzzed just as I walked in.

Um okay…see you at lunch…-Blaine

I sighed. He wanted some sort of explanation for why I wasn't at breakfast. I didn't have a good one to give, at least not one that I could explain through a text. I shoved my phone into my pocket abruptly.

"Trouble in paradise?" Nick joked.

"Not really?" I said as I sat down next to him.

"Well, what's wrong?" Nick asked. "You've been coming in here floating on air, but today you look like us lonely kids who have to use the ground to get around rather than cloud nine."

"Ha-ha," I said.

"Well, what's up?" he asked. I thought about just telling him that I was fine, but it was Nick. I felt like I could trust him with things like this.

"I think I love Blaine," I said. "I really do though. I think I love him, but I'm so afraid that he won't love me. I'm afraid of him telling me that he doesn't love me. I don't want to feel disappointment or feel unloved or feel whatever it is you feel when the person you love does not love you back."

"Oh, I see," he said. "I think you should just tell him. Before you do anything drastic like dismiss you guys' entire relationship, you should talk to Blaine about how you're feeling. I'm actually 99.8 percent positive that Blaine loves you back."

"But what if he doesn't…?" I asked. "What if he breaks up with me? What if it freaks him out that I'm in love with him already? Should I just wait for him to say it first?"

"Well, I don't know the answers to any of that," he said. "That's between you and Blaine, where you go from there. He's not going to just up and leave you, though. He likes you too much to just let you go like that, Kurt. I also think that when you love someone you just know the right time to tell them. What brought this on all of a sudden?"

"Yeah, thanks," I said. Nick was right in a way, but I was still afraid. "It was something my dad and my brother said this morning. They think Blaine isn't who I think he is and that he'll leave me sooner than later."

"I really don't think that's something you should be worried about. Blaine is crazy about you, Kurt," he said. "I wouldn't be surprised if he already loves you because I'm sure that any guy would love to be with you. You're smart, talented, funny, and have great fashion sense."

"Thanks, Nick," I said with a laugh.

"You have nice hair too," he said. We laughed.

"So, Blaine's hair rants are infamous now?" I asked.

"Yes, Blaine went on another rant about how magical your hair is today in the kitchen. I left early for this one. See, he's at least in love with your hair, Kurt," Nick joked.

"Yeah, I'm still scared though," I confessed. "Maybe I can just avoid the whole thing."

"Yeah, that's understandable, but you can't avoid it. You can't just avoid Blaine until it goes away. First of all, it's not going to go away and you can't just distance yourself from your boyfriend who you love," he said. "That would be ridiculous. Secondly, you need to tell him so that you just aren't constantly waiting for Blaine to say it every time you guys talk. It'll get irritating for you."

"Yeah, that'd be weird," I said as the teacher came in. We immediately went silent and got our books out for class. Nick was wrong. I could distance myself from my boyfriend, a little. We did spend a lot of time together. We could limit our time together. Maybe then he would break up with me because he was sick of me acting strangely or something. We might get into a fight because of it, but as long as he doesn't leave me because he gets sick of who I am or just because I love him and he doesn't love me then I'd be fine. I couldn't bear to hear any of that.

My morning classes went by extremely slowly. It's probably because Blaine didn't walk me to any of them. I was surprised at first, but then I remembered that I did tell him I would just see him at lunch. It made sense that he just gave me some space for the morning. At lunch I found him waiting outside the cafeteria for me.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey," he said.

He reached out for my hand and I pretended not to see it and walked ahead of him into the cafeteria. "Let's get lunch. I'm starving. I missed breakfast and all."

"Yeah okay," he said as he followed me in.

"I'm going to get a salad and I'll just meet you at our usual spot," I said.

"Uh, okay, sure," Blaine said.

I sat down at our table and Blaine sat next to me as usual. I scooted away from him just a little bit. He grabbed my hand and just smiled. I looked up for Jeff to say something stupid, but he wasn't there.

"Jeff's not here," I said.

"No, he texted me and said he had to work on his art portfolio. He's trying to perfect it for college," he told me.

"Oh okay," I said.

"So, are you okay?" Blaine asked me. He grasped my hand tightly and looked up at me with those big hazel eyes that were filled with worry.

I just sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine." What was I supposed to say? 'No, I'm not okay, but it has nothing and everything to do with you.' I couldn't say that. I was worried he didn't love me and that he'd eventually leave if I confessed it too soon or he'd leave me for a host of other reasons thanks to my talk with Dad and Finn. I couldn't explain that to him.

"Are you sure? You look a little down. I know we haven't been able to spend a lot of time alone together because of school and homework and Jeff—"

"I don't mind Jeff at lunch at all," I told him. "I think he adds some fun to the table."

"Fun?" He asked.

"You're fun, too. Not fun like how Jeff is fun. Not that you aren't as fun as Jeff. You are a different kind of fun than Jeff. Fun really isn't the right word for you, but it is for Jeff—"

He laughed. "It's fine. I get it. I think my ranting is starting to rub off on you."

"Is that a good thing?" I asked.

"I think it's adorable," he said with a smile which made me blush and my heart rush.

I sighed. I took my hand out of his. "I've got to go," I said.

"Wait," he said. "You didn't eat much, and you didn't eat breakfast either. Are you sure you have to go?"

"Yeah, I'll see you later," I told him as I stood up from the table.

"Alright, Kurt," he said.

I liked Blaine a lot, but I don't want him to hurt me either. I guess that's what love was about though, wasn't it? I would eventually get hurt, right? Could I distance myself from my own boyfriend out of fear of being in love like that though? I didn't know what to do. I got up and walked away from the table and headed to my next class alone.

Blaine's POV

Kurt had been acting strangely all day. First, he skipped breakfast, and then he didn't want to sit close to me throughout lunch. Then, in all of our classes he completely avoided me. He wouldn't even keep eye contact with me. It was really weird. I wanted to walk him to his classes like normally but he rushed out of the classrooms so fast I couldn't catch him. In our last class before dinner, he ran out so quickly that I had no idea where he went. I headed to dinner hoping to see him already there, but he wasn't. I grabbed a tray, and took my time picking out food. Once everyone was at our table, I just went to sit down.

"Where's Kurt?" Jeff asked as I sat down next to David.

"Oh, I don't know," I said. "He rushed off after our last class. He's probably on the way though."

Hey I'm not coming to dinner. I wanted to get some practice in before my audition. I'll meet you guys in the music room for my audition. -Kurt

"Nevermind," I said. "He's not coming to dinner either."

"What do you mean 'either'?" David asked.

"He skipped out on breakfast and didn't really eat lunch," I told him.

"Maybe he's just really nervous about his audition, Blaine," Jeff said.

"I think he's scared of being fat," Wes said as he sat down.

I choked on my coke. "What?"

"Yeah, you're going to have to explain that one," Nick said to Wes.

"Well, he's so small," Wes said. "Maybe he's worried you won't love him if he becomes…" Wes lowered his voice and leaned forward and said, "a fatty."

Jeff, Nick, Thad, and David just laughed at him.

"I'm serious," Wes said.

"No, I don't think so," Nick said.

"Yeah, he might be skipping meals to stay cute and tiny for you, Blaine," Thad joked.

"Just stop," I said. "I refuse to believe that Kurt would do that. He knows that I don't care about that."

"Does he know?" Jeff asked. "You are always talking about how beautiful he is."

"Yeah, you love talking about his eyes," David said.

"And his skin," Nick said.

"And let's not forget the most important feature," Thad said.

"His hair," they all said together.

"Leave me alone! It's not my fault that I've noticed how perfect it is this week," I said as they laughed. "I like a lot of things about Kurt."

"We know," Thad said. Everyone laughed.

"Let's just go to practice already," I said as I stood up to get away from their teasing.

"Fine," Wes said. "Let's go!"

As we headed over to the music room, Wes looked a lot happier than he had looked for the last few days. He even skipped a bit while humming. I think it was "Follow the Yellow Brick Road." He had been more excited than anyone else about Kurt's audition. Kurt wouldn't talk to me about any of the details or the song choice. He wanted it to be a surprise. He didn't want my assistance picking a song because he said that I would be a distraction.

We must have been later than usual because there were already Warblers outside waiting to go in.

"Why is everyone so early?" I whispered to David.

"Thad told me earlier that Wes has been telling everyone that an angel was auditioning today," David said with a smile. "I think they might have thought a girl was coming or someone really amazing. I hope Kurt does well. What's he singing?"

"I don't know," I said. "He never told me, but he'll do fine."

"Yeah," he said.

As everyone piled into the room, I searched around for Kurt. I looked around at all the blazers and sweater vests, and I didn't see him anywhere.

Wes banged his gavel a few times and cleared his throat. "Today, we will be hearing the audition of Mr. Kurt Hummel and voting on it. So, please turn your attention to the back of the room."

I turned around from the chair I was sitting in, and there he was. He was standing next to the grand piano with his hands at both sides of him. He looked so nervous. I wished I could go up there with him and tell him that it would be fine, but Wes would have murdered me. He looked around and finally caught my eye. I smiled at him, but he looked down. He was acting so strangely today. Maybe it was just nerves.

"Kurt, you may begin when ready," Wes said. Kurt nodded and signaled to the pianist that he was ready after taking a deep breath. He started to sing looking away at one of the paintings on the wall solemnly.

Before I fall too fast

Kiss me quick

But make it last

So I can see how badly this will hurt me

When you say good bye

He turned up and looked straight at me. He was looking at me so sadly. Why would I ever say good bye to Kurt?

Keep it sweet

Keep it slow

Let the future pass

And don't let go

But tonight I could fall too soon under this beautiful moonlight

I smiled and thought of our date later. His skin would look so beautiful in the moonlight. I was so excited about it. He looked so happy and smiled at me as he sang the next part.

But you're so hypnotizing

You got me laughing while I sing

You got me smiling in my sleep

And I can see this unraveling

And your love is where I'm falling

But please don't catch me

See this heart

Won't settle down

Like a child running scared from a clown

I'm terrified of what you'll do

My stomach screams just when I look at you

Run far away

So I can breathe

Even though you're far from suffocating me

I can't set my hopes to high

'Cause every hello ends with a goodbye

Did he think that I was going to leave him? I would never leave him without reason. Was that why he was so distant earlier?

But you're so hypnotizing

You've got me laughing while I sing

You've got me smiling in my sleep

And I can see this unraveling

Your love is where I'm falling

But please don't catch me

So now you see

Why I'm scared

I can't open up my heart without a care

But here I go

It's what I feel

And for the first time in my life I know it's real

Was Kurt trying to tell me that he was afraid of falling in love with me? I was scared too, but love was like that.

But you're so hypnotizing

You've got me laughing while I sing

You've get me smiling in my sleep

And I can see this unraveling

And your love is where I'm falling

So please don't catch me

And if this is love

Please don't break me

I'm giving up

So just catch me

The room exploded with applause. People stood and walked over to Kurt to congratulate him. Everyone was so excited to find out that Kurt was a counter tenor. I just sat silently looking at him as everyone else shook his hand and spoke to him. I had no idea he was that afraid of all of this. I crossed my arms. Why didn't I see it?

"Ugh," Wes said as he came up behind me. "I didn't think he would sing such a mainstream type song."

I laughed. "Isn't this what you wanted? You wanted him to try out and he did."

"I know, but I didn't like his song choice at all!" Wes said. "I wanted him to sing a Broadway hit! I wanted him to sing something from any Broadway musical to be honest."

Kurt came over. "I heard you, Wes," he said. "I have to admit that I was thinking of tackling something from Sunset Boulevard, but this felt more …right." He looked at me.

Wes looked from me to Kurt. "Oh, so this is Blaine's fault. He made you feel something. Well, you still could have sung something from Rodger and Hammerstein's Cinderella, Sunset Boulevard, Phantom of the Opera, Rent or even Mary Poppins! You could have sung something from any musical because most of them are all about love!"

"Your frustration about his song choice is kind of funny," Nick said as he came over. "He tried out. You didn't ask him to perform a certain song. Plus, don't most of the ones you named have to have to have a male counterpart to sing it with."

"You're right Nick!" Wes shouted. "You're a genius!"

"He knows," Jeff said, jokingly.

"Not really," Nick said.

"No, really," Wes said. "Now that we have a counter tenor, we can do things like that!"

"What is he talking about?" Jeff asked.

"He's talking about using Kurt as the female counter part to lovey dovey duets," Nick said.

"Oh, yeah, Kurt does kind of sound like a girl when he sings," Jeff said, "in a good way though."

"Thanks, Jeff," Kurt said with a giggle.

My eyes widened as I caught on. "Wait stop. I don't think I'm comfortable with my boyfriend singing love songs to other boys."

"Blaine, it's just singing," David said. "It's not like Wes wants him to make out with them at the end of every song just for the dramatic effect."

"Yeah, it's not a play," Jeff said.

"Oh my gosh!" Wes shouted. "We, the Warblers, could put on a school musical! Kurt could be the damsel in distress, and there would be auditions for the prince!"

"I would be the prince!" I shouted in protest.

"Calm down, Blaine," Thad said. "The three heads, me, David, and Wes, would have to agree on that and then have the club vote. I would vote against it and so would most of the boys. We don't have time right now."

"We have time in the spring!" Wes shouted.

"Yeah… we do," Thad said.

"No!" I shouted.

"Calm down, Blaine," Kurt said as he grabbed my hand. "I haven't even been added into the Warblers as a member yet. Since Wes didn't really like my song choice, I bet he makes me try out again."

"No, Kurt, you were flawless as expected," Wes said to him. "Let's vote! I will have order!" Wes shouted. He, Thad, and David took their seats at the head table. The other Warblers quickly took their seats on the various couches and chairs as Wes banged his gavel three times. "Kurt, I must ask you to leave. We must vote on your membership. Your presence in the room might sway the vote because people may not want to hurt your feelings. Blaine, I must ask you to vote honestly on the quality of his audition and not just because he's your boyfriend."

I laughed. "Okay, Wes." I pulled Kurt close to me into a hug and whispered in his ear. "Wait outside for me. We need to talk about why you've been so distant. I wonder if it had something to do with your song choice which was lovely by the way." I let go of him. He was blushing. I loved making him flustered.

He nodded and left the room.

"Okay," Wes said. "We are about to begin voting on the issue of whether or not to add Kurt Hummel to the Warblers. Please keep in mind while voting that being a Warbler has to do with talent and character. If he is added to the Warblers, when people see him, they will see not only Kurt Hummel, but a Warbler. Since we, the Warblers, are like a family, we will become like a brother to all of us. Is everyone clear?" Wes asked.

After seeing everyone nod, Thad began. "All of those in favor of making Kurt Hummel a member of the Warblers, please say 'Aye.'"

I heard the room fill with 'Aye's' and smiled. I let out my breath that I was apparently holding. I don't know why I was so worried.

"Those who do not wish to add Kurt Hummel as a member of the Warblers, please say 'Nay,'" Thad said.

I heard maybe three or four 'Nay's,' but I didn't look around to see who they were. I preferred not to know who they were. I was a little angry that they didn't enjoy his performance, but that was because I was biased. Kurt was my boyfriend, and I would always think he was doing an excellent job.

"Looks like the Aye's have it," Thad said.

"Kurt Hummel is now a member of the Warblers," Wes said. "The council will let Mr. Hummel know of his membership after this meeting, and we will give him his honorary Warbler pin on his first meeting. For now, this meeting is adjourned. It's been a long night."

A few cheers rang threw the room. I got up and immediately rushed out of the room along with others. I looked around outside of the room for Kurt, but I didn't see him anywhere. I looked around again and saw him emerge from the bathroom slowly.

"What were you doing in there?" I asked.

"Oh, I just saw the rush of Warblers come out of the room and I didn't want to bump into to anyone or get knocked over, so I just ran in there," he said. I smiled at him because he smiled, but I thought he had gotten over being around large crowds. But I guess what happened to him isn't something you could just get over. I wonder if that was what the song was about too. I knew it was about us and how he was afraid of us getting to close. I didn't know what to think. I just wanted to protect him from all of his worries.

"Well, you've got nothing to worry about, now," I said.

"Yeah, it looks like most of them are gone," he said, with a sigh.

"Yes, and I'm here now, too," I said with a smile.

"Yes, my prince is here," he joked.

"No, Blaine will have to audition for that role, remember?" Wes said.

He, Thad and David had come up behind us. "Kurt, we just wanted to let you know that you are officially a member of the Warblers!" Wes said.

"Thank you!" Kurt said.

"Well, we're off," Thad said. "We'll leave you two alone to talk or celebrate or make-out. I forget what they're calling it these days."

"Shut up," I laughed.

"Bye," he said as he, David, and Wes went their separate ways.

"Shall we?" I asked as I held my arm out for Kurt to grasp.

"Yeah," he said as he took my arm.

We began our slow walk back to the dorms in silence. "So, what was your song about?" I asked.

"It was nothing," he said. "Just something I've been thinking about today."

"If it was troubling you, then it wasn't 'nothing'," I said, looking over at him.

"It's just that…," he started. "I had a talk with Finn and my dad this morning. They think that I might be falling too fast for you."

"I'll catch you, like the songs says," I joked as I opened the door that lead outside.

"It's not just that," he said. "They think that you don't like me the way I like you. They think that you just have some crush on me and you're not taking this relationship as seriously as I am…and that…you'll leave me soon."

"Do you think that, too?" I asked.

"A little," he said as his eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry," he said as he began to cry. He let go of my arm and covered his face.

"Kurt," I said, sadly. "Come on, let's sit down. There's a bench over there." I grabbed his arm and led him to it. As we sat down, I held him. He put his head on my chest and I ran my fingers through his hair. "Hey, it's okay. I hope you know that that's not what this is. This isn't just some crush for me, Kurt. I was serious when I told you that just want you to be happy. I do. I can't stand to see you like this. I will try my best to never hurt you, Kurt. Do you really think that I would just leave you randomly?"

"I was afraid that as we got to know each other more, you would grow to hate me," he said into my chest. "I was afraid that you get sick of moving so slow with me and sick of how jumpy I am sometimes with crowds and people. I still am."

"None of that is your fault," I said. "I don't mind moving slow at all. I like how we are. One day, you won't be so jumpy anymore, but even if you don't stop being jumpy, I'll still be with you. Those are little things, Kurt. I love your confidence. You try not to stand out, but you can't help it. You embrace it some days, even. Your sense of fashion is out of this world. I wish I had half as much confidence as you did. I also wish I dressed as well as you did." I felt him smile. "I hear Nick talks to you. He never talks this much, but for some reason he's comfortable around you. Wes came to you with his problems about David, not me or Jeff or Nick but you. People can just open up to you about things. I love that about you. It's like you have this aura of love surrounding you. I feel so at peace when I'm around you. Those are reasons why I'm with you, Kurt. Those are things that I love about you."

He raised his head from my chest and looked at me. "Really?"

"Really," I said with a smile. I reached up and wiped his eyes. I left my hand on his cheek and looked into his eyes.

Kurt put his arms around my neck. We were so close. "Blaine, I think that I…." he started, but stopped. He leaned in and kissed me, and I kissed him back. That was one of those moments I wanted to last forever. "I love you," he said as our lips parted.

"I love you too," I said. I smiled so widely. I never thought this day would come at all, let alone so soon. He loved me. We sat on that bench for a while in silence, just being there with each other. "Come on," I said as I stood. "We're going to be late."

"Late for what?" he asked.

"Our reservation," I said. "Our first date is tonight and I am taking you somewhere fancy."

He laughed and stood. "Lead the way."

He grasped my arm tightly as we headed back to the dorms to get ready. Tonight had already started out wonderfully. I just hoped our date would be the same.