“Look, Kurt,” Blaine said. “I've heard about you and Puck and how you,” he blushed and looked at the floor before he returned his gaze to Kurt’s face. “Did stuff.”

“You mean had sex,” Kurt deadpanned.

Blaine shuffled his feet and bit his lip. “Yeah, how you had sex. Kurt, I'm not like that, okay? I'm not just going to go hook up with someone because I've had too much to drink or it seems fun. I want sex to mean something. I've never even been kissed before and I want that to be special. Not with some cheerleader who wants it just because I'm convenient.”

Kurt nodded along as Blaine spoke. “I understand that and I'm sorry. It's not just because you're convenient, I can promise you.” Kurt pulled out the single yellow rose from behind his back and presented it to Blaine. “There was a reason I asked you to tutor me, Blaine. Instead of just some random geek. If I'm being completely honest, I've had a bit of a crush on you for awhile.”

Blaine pushed his glasses up his nose and Kurt smiled at the flush that crept up his neck as he accepted the flower. “I'm going to be honest. I really have no idea what to say.”

“Come out with me tonight,” Kurt said as he rocked onto his heels. “We can go down to the park and watch the stars or something. That way you don't have to worry about me trying to have sex with you on my bed again.”

Blaine brought the flower to his nose and sniffed once. Kurt took the moment to admire how long Blaine's eyelashes were as they fluttered against his cheek. “That sounds nice. I don't know why you even acknowledged my existence, but I appreciate it. I think you're a really nice person, Kurt. At least when you want to be.”

Kurt ignored the pang of guilt as Blaine smiled at him. “Thank you, Blaine.”

The bell rang above them, signalling that it was time to get to classes.

“I'll pick you up at 8, okay?” asked Kurt as he hooked his thumb onto his bag.

Blaine smelled the flower again before he nodded. “Yeah. I'll text you my address later. See you tonight, Kurt.”

Kurt leaned against the lockers and watched Blaine as he walked away. It wasn't until the sound of a fist slamming into metal met his ears that he broke his line of sight to find Santana smirking at him.

“A rose? Really Hummel? Are you sure you're not actually starting to like Anderson?” Santana asked. “I mean, it's all fun and games right now and sure some people are talking, but if you're planning on dating him long term, you're looking at a fall down the food chain.”

Kurt scoffed and rolled his eyes. “As if. I just want to win this bet. Plus, sex with a virgin is probably terrific. Not to mention, it will be nice to top for once.”

Santana laughed. “By the way, I took you up on that thing you mentioned yesterday.”

Kurt searched his brain but came up empty. “Pardon?”

“Rachel Berry? I've decided to go along with it and see if I can get her into bed before you get Anderson. Winner gets bragging rights. Seem fair?” Santana said and reached for Kurt’s hand.

Kurt paused for a moment before he took it. “Seems fair. But Berry's still tripping over my brother Finn so I doubt you'll have much luck.” Kurt tilted his head down the hall.

Rachel was in the middle of a pretty intense lip lock with Finn and Santana pursed her lips.

“I'm not concerned. I heard she used to make love eyes at Quinn during Glee Club so I doubt her dating that bag of potatoes is going to be much of a problem. Don't worry about me, lady lips. I've got this covered. Be more worried about your little problem because I don't think he's going to put out within the next few weeks.”

Kurt looked back down the hall where Blaine had disappeared before he shrugged. “I've just got to woo him beforehand. He wants to be wined and dined. Like I did before Puck and I hooked up. He wants feelings and all that. I'll have him spread out on his back and begging for me within the next two weeks.”

As Kurt turned into Blaine's driveway, he ducked his head to admire the sheer size of Blaine's house. Before he could put much thought into it, Blaine pulled open the passenger door and hopped inside.

“I hope you weren't waiting long. I ended up showering for longer than expected and when I finished getting dressed I.. Kurt?”

Kurt blinked a few times. “I.. yeah no. I wasn't waiting long at all,” he gestured to Blaine's hair. “You look good with it like that. Whatever you did to it. Looks good.”

Blaine's hand instantly came up to pat at his curls. “I didn't have time to gel it like I usually do. I can go back in if you want. It'll only take a few minutes.”

“No!” Kurt exclaimed and grabbed Blaine's arm before he could open the door. “I mean, no it's okay. You look really nice without the mountain of gel. You should, you know, wear it like that more often.”

Blaine settled back into the seat, a satisfied smile on his face. “It makes me feel more comfortable at school,” he said quietly, and Kurt turned down the radio to hear him better. “At least if it's all gelled down, there's nothing for the football players to yank as they're walking by. Just my books and occasionally my glasses if they're feeling especially cruel.”

Kurt listened intently as Blaine spoke, his fingers wrapped tightly around the steering wheel. “I'm sorry about them. Speaking of your glasses, where are they?”

“Um, I have contacts. I figured since we're going to the park and it's dark, if they get knocked off my face I wouldn't be able to find them so it was a safe choice to just put in my contacts,” Blaine replied.

Kurt cleared his throat as he turned into the parking lot. “Well, you look good without your glasses. You look good with them too, I mean the whole hair down and contacts just makes you look even better.”

He wasn't lying this time. Blaine looked down right delectable in his tight black jeans and his fitted sweater. Kurt took longer to get out of the car just so he could look at Blaine's ass as they exited the vehicle.

“If you wanted to stare at my ass, you could have just let me walk in front of you,” Blaine said over his shoulder as they walked towards the park.

Kurt’s fingers tightened on the keys in coat pocket. “It's sort of hard not to miss, Anderson.”

Blaine sat down on a swing and gave himself a push with his feet. “So, Cheerio Kurt Hummel, tell me about yourself.”

Kurt pulled a piece of tissue paper from his pocket and wiped down the seat before he sat down on the swing beside Blaine. “Don't look at me like that. These are white pants and I don't want to ruin them.”

“Okay, okay. Tell me some stuff about you that I don't already know,” Blaine said. “Which is basically your name, age, that you're a Cheerio, you're failing History and you have a step brother named Finn Hudson,” he paused. “Oh, and that you're a bit of a fashion fanatic.”

Kurt laughed softly, pumping his legs as he started swinging. “Did you know that I used to have a crush on Finn? That was a very interesting few months. I actually hooked my dad up with his mom originally so that I could get closer to Finn.” Kurt looked over at Blaine. “I was actually pretty selfish. But as it turned out, they hit it off and ended up getting married. Long after my crush on Finn had dissipated.”

Blaine crossed his ankles and tucked his legs under him, the swing moving back and forth slowly. “So aside from Puck, Finn's the only other guy you've ever had a crush on?”

“Oh no. There was Sam,” Kurt said with a small shake of his head. “I thought he was gay and he was attractive so naturally I made a move. Don't laugh at me okay. He dyed his hair and at the time I didn't think straight guys did that.”

“So basically you've had a bad habit of falling for straight guys,” Blaine clarified. “And how exactly did you end up hooking up with Noah Puckerman?”

Kurt dug his boots into the dirt to stop the motion of the swing. “The first time it happened over the summer. Rachel threw a party and I had one too many. Figured why the hell not when Puck stumbled over to me, all tequila breath and bad footing. Someone like me doesn't find love in a small town.”

He blinked back the pool of tears that threatened to spill from his eyes and continued speaking. “After that, it was sort of easy to just go back to it, you know? Yeah sure, it was Noah but it was what I was used to so why not? I thought no one would ever want me that way, so really what did I have to lose?”

Kurt jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder and then Blaine's fingers intertwined with his. Blaine pulled him from the swing and towards the grass.

“Blaine, what are you doing?” Kurt asked as Blaine directed them to the centre of a soccer field.

Blaine moved in close and wrapped a hand around Kurt’s waist and brought them closer together until Kurt could feel Blaine's body heat through their layers. “Dancing with you.”

Kurt’s hand came to rest on Blaine's upper arm. “There's no music,” he said quietly.

Blaine began to hum right beside Kurt’s ear and Kurt couldn't help but laugh. “Teenage Dream by Katy Perry? Really?”

“Shh,” Blaine urged. “Just dance.”

The height difference was a little weird, but Kurt let his head fall to Blaine's shoulder as they moved in small circles. His eyes drifted close as Blaine began to sing, and for a few moments he pretended that this was real. That he and Blaine might actually be able to be something.

“We can dance, until we die
You and I, will be young forever.”

The sudden stop of movement made Kurt lift his head and look at Blaine with concerned eyes. “Everything okay?”

Blaine's eyes sparkled even in the dark. “Everything's perfect.”

Kurt’s eyes drifted down to Blaine's lips. “I want to kiss you.”

“I might be bad at it,” Blaine whispered. His tongue slipped out to wet his lips, and his eyes locked on Kurt’s.

“Did you seriously just quote A Walk to Remember?” Kurt teased.

Blaine slid his hand down Kurt’s arm and slotted their fingers together. “It's a good movie.”

“It is,” Kurt answered. He hesitated for only a second more before he dipped his head and kissed Blaine on the lips.

It turned out that Blaine was anything but bad at kissing. His lips moved effortlessly against Kurt’s and when his tongue slipped along Kurt’s bottom lip, it became very obvious that Blaine was really good at kissing.

Only when Kurt emitted a tiny moan did Blaine pull back, eyes dark and cheeks flushed. “We should, um, get back. It's getting late and it's a school night.”

Kurt took a step back and they walked back to the car in a comfortable silence. When Blaine linked their hands in the car, Kurt made sure to give a reassuring squeeze.

“I had a great time tonight, Kurt,” Blaine said when Kurt pulled up in front of Blaine's house. “See you tomorrow after school?”

“Yeah. I'll make sure to grab History text book before I leave. Did you want to study at my house again?” Kurt said.

Blaine thought for a moment before he answered. “We can come back to my house? My dad is away on business and my mom is on vacation so we don't have to worry about an interruption or anything.”

Kurt smiled. “That sounds great. See you tomorrow, Blaine.”

Blaine closed the door and walked up the path, waving goodbye before he stepped into the house.

Kurt sunk back into his seat and grabbed his phone from the console.

To Satan:
Those bragging rights are going to be great to have.