Not all things stay perfect forever.

It wasnt even five minutes before the phone started ringing, startling them both. Kurt began pulling away, but it seemed like Blaine would do anything in his power to keep their lips connected. "Ill call them back," Blaine muttered, eagerly reaching out for another kiss.

Kurt didnt argue, continuing to close any space there was left between them on the crowded piano bench.

Kurt was relieved when the phone finally stopped ringing, only to become frustrated when a voice came over the answering machine.

"Hey little bro, its Cooper…" Blaine immediately froze at the sound of his brothers voice. "Sorry I havent called lately, but something happened…I really need to talk to you."

"Go," Kurt managed to say, not even bothering to open his eyes.

"Im so sorry," Blaine apologized as got up from the bench and rushed from the room.

Kurt buried his face into his hands. Maybe this was a sign that being more than friends with Blaine would be a mistake.

When Kurt walked out into Blaines living room he found Blaine on the phone with Cooper, worry dominating his expression. "Hey Coop, is everything okay?"

Kurt bit his lip, unable to even look at Blaine. "Blaine, I think Im going to go," Kurt said, opening the door to Blaines apartment. He wanted to stay to make sure nothing was wrong, but something was willing him to go, to escape from the situation as quickly as possible.

"Hold on one second, Coop." Blaine held the phone to his chest. "Kurt…please dont...you dont have to-"

"Its fine," Kurt said, smiling weakly as Blaine stood by himself in the middle of the kitchen. "I hope everything is okay with your brother."

And then he left as if it were any other piano lesson.

"Kurt, what is so important that you had to call me ten minutes before I go on stage?" Rachel said to him over the phone, rather frustrated. But Kurt couldnt wait until after her show, he needed to tell somebody, and he was definitely not calling Santana.

"I kissed Blaine," Kurt blurted out. "And he kissed me. Then we kissed...a lot," he told her while pacing his bedroom.

"Kurt!" Rachel squealed. "Im so happy for you!"

Kurt sat down on the edge of his bed. "Yeah, well Im sort of freaking out."

"Wait, did you guys..." Her voice dropped a few octaves. "...have sex?" she whispered.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "No, Rachel, I can guarantee you everything was strictly PG, which actually adds to the reason Im freaking out."

"Okay, so why are you freaking out?"

"Because I didnt want to stop." Kurt fell back onto his bed with a sigh. "It was perfect, Rachel. He was perfect. I havent felt this way since…" Kurt groaned at the thought of his previous relationship. "Lets say Blaine and I do start dating…" Kurt continued, "What if it ends badly? One of us would have to move and I think since I was here first-"

"Slow down," Rachel cut in. "First of all, you cant go into a relationship planning for it to fail."

"Im not planning for it to fail-"

"Second of all," Rachel continued over him, "you arent together yet? Like what did you do, make out and tell him to have a nice day?"

"Maybe…" Kurt squeezed his eyes shut. "It just all happened so fast. His brother called and it was really important, so I just...left."

"Kurt!" Rachel gasped.

Kurt pulled a pillow over his face. "Im trying to figure out the point where I started to regret that I called you," Kurt retorted after a muffled groan.

Kurt heard someone call Rachels name across the line. "Coming!" Rachel called back, to whom Kurt assumed was the stage manager. "Okay, I have to go," she told Kurt, to which he let out a sigh of relief. "So Im just going to be brief." Kurts relief quickly turned into a groan. "Not all guys are going to break your heart, and you cant just sit at home freaking out over the fact that you might actually like someone, especially when theres a guy who obviously has the hots for you right next door."

"I know," Kurt grumbled.

"Ill talk to you later. Good luck with your new boyfriend."

"Hes not my boyfriend."

"You want him to be."

"Goodbye, Rachel," Kurt said, hanging up the phone and tossing it to the end of his bed. As much as he hated admitting it, Rachel was right, he wanted Blaine, and the less time he spent freaking out over it the better.

About an hour later, Kurt was still on his bed staring at the ceiling, listening to a faint sound coming from Blaines apartment. At first Kurt couldnt tell what he was hearing, not until Blaine started singing along did he realize music was playing. Kurt quietly got on his knees and put his head up against the wall, trying to figure out what song Blaine was singing to.

"Start spreading the news. Im leaving today. I want to be a part of it, New York, New York."

Kurt smiled, thinking of how Blaine would have made an amazing performer. Everyone would be put under the spell of his charming smile, just like Kurt.

Kurt started to sing along in a whisper. "Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York."

Kurt wondered if Blaine was thinking about him. Itd been hours since he left, and neither of them had made a move to try to contact the other. Kurt sat back against his bed, thinking about how there was only a wall dividing them. He needed to talk to Blaine, to tell him how he felt, and time was running out.

Within seconds Kurt was off his bed, nearly sprinting through his apartment and through the hall to Blaines apartment, where he knocked hastily on Blaines door.

He didnt even have time to second-guess his decision, because Blaine was opening the door. Blaine looked the same as he did earlier that day, except his bowtie was undone and his hair was beginning to free itself from its helmet of gel.

Kurt couldnt even wait for Blaine to get out a word. "Sorry, I just heard the music and-"

"Kurt," Blaine grinned.

Kurt laughed. "Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"No one has ever heard my voice and just...looked that way."

Blaines cheeks turned red. "Everyone should," he replied softly and smiled, although it was much more forced than the smiles Kurt usually saw.

"Sinatra, its definitely a change from your Top 40 playlist," Kurt mentioned casually, trying not to make the moment any more awkward than it already was, although he was utterly failing.

"Dont forget my 80s playlist."

Kurt laughed softly, every morning Blaine played a different playlist while he got ready for work, which usually alternated between Top 40, 80s, and Katy Perry. "I dont think anyone could forget your 80s playlist. It was severely lacking Madonna."

"Give me a Madonna quota and Ill match it," Blaine proposed.

"In that case, you might as well just make a Madonna playlist."

"Of course," Blaine said with a half-smile.

Kurt swayed awkwardly, trying to think of what to say next. Kurt was still standing in the hall while Blaine stood in his doorway, probably waiting for Kurt to say something too. "So, do you need some sugar?" Blaine finally asked, obviously trying to lighten the mood.

Kurt willed himself not to laugh. "No, I actually wanted to apologize, for how I left earlier." There was no hiding from it, theyd both have to acknowledge what happened sooner or later.

"Oh…" Blaine opened the door wider for Kurt. "Come in, please." Blaine led Kurt inside his apartment and flipped on the lights, Sinatra continuing to fill the apartment. "And theres no reason to apologize, I shouldnt have answered the phone."

Kurt stood near the door, in case he was in need of a getaway. "Your brother needed you, and I shouldve stayed to make sure nothing was wrong."

Blaine crossed his arms. "Yeah, well, Cooper is melodramatic to the point he makes Oedipus look rational sometimes. He called to tell me hes engaged."

"Really?" Kurt was relieved that nothing was wrong. "Thats exciting."

"Im happy for him, although Im a little ticked he didnt tell me he was going to propose, I guess it was a spur of the moment type thing. But his girlfriend-fiancee is wonderful, she gives me a bowtie whenever I come to visit."

"So she feeds the obsession, does she?" Kurt laughed, stepping closer to Blaine.

"Not an obsession," Blaine corrected him. "I just happen to really like bowties."

"And I just happen to really like you," Kurt said when he was finally in front of Blaine. He hadnt meant to say it-as soon as the words fell from his mouth he felt like he was going to pass out. But the smile that formed across Blaines lips made Kurt realize that he was willing to risk a broken heart for Blaine Anderson, because that smile immediately generated a smile on Kurts lips so wide that it almost hurt, and hed never met anyone who could make him smile this genuinely just by smiling themselves. "And Im sorry I left earlier without telling you that."

"I was worried when I didnt hear from you...that you regretted…" Blaines smile faded.

"Kissing you?" Kurt asked softly. When Blaine didnt reply Kurt took his hand. "I dont...I couldnt."

"But Id understand...if you just want to be friends," Blaine admitted gently. "At least...thats what I keep telling myself, because I really, really care about you."

"Ive never just wanted to be friends, Blaine," Kurt said. "Ive wanted to kiss you for weeks, and I dont know why I constantly stopped myself, because those few minutes we shared today were incredible." Kurts eyes focused on Blaines lips, and he could feel his heart wanting to burst from his chest. "Ive wanted to kiss you since the moment you opened that door tonight."

"No ones stopping you," Blaine whispered, leaning in closer.

No ones stopping you, Kurt repeated to himself before pressing their lips together, running his hands up Blaines arms and resting them on his shoulders, trying to pull Blaine in as close as possible.

Blaine placed his hands on Kurts waist, shyly at first, but then became more sure of himself and deepened the kiss. Kurt could feel himself start to lose balance, but Blaine just held him tighter, gripping at his shirt like he could lose him at any moment. "Im not going anywhere," Kurt whispered against his lips, then kissing him again, and again, and again.

Blaine smiled against his lips for a moment, then broke away from Kurt-who was eagerly trying to continue kissing-and dropped his forehead onto Kurts shoulder. "Im sorry," Blaine laughed, his words muffled by Kurts shirt.

"Blaine? Is everything okay?" Kurt asked, wondering if he was doing something wrong.

Blaines body was vibrating with laughter. "Youre fine, youre fine." Blaine lifted his head from Kurts shoulder, absolutely beaming. "Im sorry," he said, obviously trying calm his laughter. "I dont know whats wrong with me."

"I can call an ambulance if you think its serious," Kurt joked, beginning to laugh himself.

"I dont think thatll be necessary. I think Im just...happy." Blaine nodded, like he was reassuring himself. "Really...happy."

Kurt couldnt believe it, this whole time he was so worried that Blaine didnt feel the same way about him, but this solidified more than ever that Blaine wanted this too, this wasnt a mistake, not even close.

There were probably many more words to describe how Kurt was feeling, words that Merriam Webster painstakingly added to his dictionary that could encompass the range of emotions Kurt felt at that very moment, but in its simplest and truest form, Kurt felt happiness.

"Im happy too," Kurt replied, taking Blaines hand and laughing along with him.

Once they both calmed down, Blaine stood quietly, running his thumb over the back of Kurts hand. "I know its getting late, but if youre up for it, Id be honored if youd accompany me for some cheesecake." Blaine seemed nervous, as if Kurt would actually say no.

"Like a date?" Kurt asked teasingly.

"Whatever you want it to be."

Kurt kissed Blaines cheek. "Ill be back in five minutes...for our date."

Kurt didnt want to leave Blaine standing there, but at least this time he knew hed be back.