Blaine spends his Sunday post first date with Kurt, thinking. He decides he needs to step up his game, show his honest side, and spend more time alone with Kurt so Kurt can be more comfortable around him. Yes, good. Unless Kurt gets sick of his constant presence. Hmm. A big public declaration that makes Blaine look like a fool? No bad idea. Kurt likes to keep to himself so drawing attention to the two of them wouldn’t put Blaine in Kurt's good books. He could just go on being his friend, seeing him at school, sitting with him at lunchtime but no. It is not quite enough. Slowly, the plan forms in Blaine’s mind. How he can show Kurt how much he has changed. Yes good.

He sends a text to Kurt, asking him how his day is going. It is a subtle reminder that Blaine is thinking of him and Blaine knows that Kurt needs constant reassurance that people care and think about him. They text back and forth for a while while Blaine does some research on his computer and writes down his plan. Lying in bed that night he smiles to himself, he cannot wait for tomorrow.

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It’s the last period before lunch on Monday and Blaine manages to sneak out of class a few minutes early and rushes over to the other side of the school so he is waiting outside Kurt’s classroom before the bell rings. Once the class is dismissed, Kurt packs up his things and leaves the classroom, intending to meet Blaine at the spot in the library where they have been sitting together for the last week. To his surprise, Blaine is waiting outside the door, looking at it eagerly when Kurt walks out of it.

“Blaine?” Kurt says, wondering how he knew what class he was in.

“Hey,” Blaine says, a smile lighting up his face. God Kurt looks good today, Blaine swallowed nervously. “Do you, um, mind if we have a change of plans. I was thinking we could sit with my friends instead?”

“Oh,” Kurt said, “Yeah, of course. I’m sorry that you have been neglecting them, you don’t have to sit with me all the time you know, I don’t mind-“

“Kurt, stop! Calm down!” Blaine interrupted Kurt's babbling. “I thought we could sit with my friends because I don’t think it is fair for you to be monopolised by me, you might want more friends as well and I think you will really like them. They are really cool people.”

Kurt smiled, overwhelmed by Blaine’s thoughtfulness. Its true, it wasn’t healthy for him only to have Rachel and Blaine as his only friends, he needed to branch out from his comfort zone.

“Okay then. Lets go meet them.” Kurt marched determinedly beside Blaine, who led him over to his group.

“Hey guys,” He said when they got there. He stood at the head of the table and had his arm round Kurt protectively and comfortingly. He knew Kurt wasn’t comfortable around many people so even though this was the right thing to do, he knew it wasn’t the easiest for Kurt. “This is Kurt Hummel, my best friend. Mind if he joins us?”

The group of ten or so people smiled encouragingly at Kurt, sensing his nervousness and desperation to be accepted. One of the group members, a tall lanky boy of Asian heritage spoke up, “Of course man, its nice to meet you. Take a seat.” Kurt smiled gratefully and seated himself between Blaine and the boy who just spoke, who introduced himself as Mike. Everyone went round introducing themselves to Kurt and while he was overwhelmed, they seemed like nice people and he was happy to be sitting with them.

Once the bell rang and Blaine and Kurt left to go to Maths, Kurt turned to Blaine, smiling appreciatively. “Thank you for introducing me to your friends Blaine, they seem like great people. The kind I can actually talk to.”

“So you will sit with us again tomorrow?” Blaine asked hopefully, wanting to integrate two important parts of his life.

“Yeah, I will.” Blaine squeezed his hand as they took their seats in class. Letting go only when Kurt needed to use it to copy down what the teacher was writing on the board.

“Thanks.”

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The next morning, little it be known to Kurt who was inside his house styling his hair, packing his bag and getting ready to leave for school, Blaine was standing outside Kurt's house, leaning against Kurt’s car two coffee’s in hand. One was already half finished because Blaine had arrived half an hour earlier so he wouldn’t miss Kurt, as he had no idea what time he left for school. So when Kurt stumbled out of his house, basically half asleep still (he was not a morning person), he almost ran into Blaine as he made his way towards his car.

“Whoa! Careful!” Blaine exclaimed, grabbing onto Kurt to steady him.

“What are you doing here!?” Kurt asked, the last thing he was expecting was an eager and handsome young boy hangout outside his house far too early in the morning.

“I brought you a coffee and was wondering if you wanted a ride?” Blaine asked hopefully, his puppy eyes shining at Kurt.

Kurt accepted his coffee and made his way to Blaine's car. When they were seated and on their way to school, Kurt turned to Blaine. “Why…?”

“Did I pick you up?” Blaine finished for him, “As an apology for Saturday night. I’m sorry for overstepping my boundaries and trying to kiss you.”

Kurt looked at him silently for a long time and Blaine started to get uncomfortable. Should he not of brought it up?

Finally Kurt spoke. “Thank you Blaine. It means so much to me that you respect me and my boundaries. You are a great friend.”

Blaine returned the smile but tightly, hoping he didn’t just get friend zoned. Kurt reached over and grabbed his hand, squeezing it in an action that was a becoming a familiar portrayal of affection between the two.

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That afternoon, when Blaine drove Kurt home, Kurt nervously asked him if he would like to come inside. It was the first time that Blaine had been in the house since the disastrous incident three years prior and Blaine felt very privileged that Kurt invited him in. Baby steps.

They spent the afternoon in Kurt's room, listening to music and doing homework while sitting side by side on Kurt's couch. Sometimes they would reach over and entwine their fingers together until one of them needed their hand for something and would regrettably pull away. After awhile, Kurt got bored with his history homework, slamming the book shut and sighing loudly. Blaine jumped at the sudden sound then followed Kurt’s lead, shutting his book too.

“Um Kurt?” Blaine started hesitantly

“Yes?” Kurt said just as cautiously, sensing Blaine’s tone.

“You know how you told me the other day that you write short stories some times?” Kurt nodded, “Can I read some?”

Kurt raised his eyebrows and bit his lip, surprised at Blaine’s random question.

“Um Su-Sure.” He scrambled of the couch and grabbed the book out of his bookcase that he uses for writing. He handed the book to Blaine, figuring he can pick which one to read himself and sat beside him, watching his face for reactions as Blaine’s eyes darted across the page. There was just one problem; Kurt had completely forgot about that poem he wrote in freshman year about Blaine one night when he was completely heartbroken and crying in the middle of the night. He also forgot that he had written Blaine at the top of the page so that when Blaine flipped through the book, his name caught his eye and he stopped on that page and read possibly the most heart-wrenching thing he had ever seen. He read it over and over as Kurt sat frozen, wondering why Blaine had started tearing up and his hands started shaking. That confusion turned to horror as he leaned over and looked at what Blaine was reading and realised in a rush that Blaine had seen his poem that was never intended for anyone’s eyes, especially Blaine’s.

Suddenly Kurt lunched for the book, snatching it from Blaine’s hands and holding it close to his chest. Tears ran silently down Kurt’s cheek in embarrassment. After a few silent minutes while Blaine and Kurt though over what just happened, Blaine finally quietly whispered “Kurt?”

Kurt sucked in a deep breath. “Don’t Blaine, just don’t. I never intended for you to see that.”

Kurt stood up and was about to run out of the room in shame when Blaine grabbed his wrist, pulling him back to the couch so they were sitting facing each other.

“Kurt,” Blaine began with tears running down his cheeks, “I want to say how so fucking sorry I am. I remember, I remember everything and played our memories together every day for the last three years until we spoke again. I never went to bed without thinking of you; you were my first thought in the morning and my last thought at night. Those things I did, those things I said are my biggest regrets and they will haunt me forever,” Kurt opened his mouth about to interrupt, “No, let me finish. Those things I said, about you, about that girlfriend, comparing you. I was wrong, I was so wrong. I was so young Kurt. So very young. You are the most intelligent, kind hearted, beautiful, amazing person I have ever met. And Kurt,” Blaine waited until Kurt looked him in the eye, “I love you, I love you so much. I want to spend every minute, of every day of the rest of my life making up for what I did, and creating new memories to replace those awful ones because I love you Kurt.” Blaine finished speaking started wiping away the tears that were now pouring down his face as he waited for Kurt to say something, anything back.

Suddenly, Kurt lunged forward wrapping his arms tightly around Blaine. Blaine returned the hug, burying his face to Kurt’s neck. They sobbed together in each other’s arms about the things they lost, the things they had gained, until the tears ran dry with exhaustion.