Blaine was pacing through his bedroom, trying to pack away everything embarrassing that lay in his room. After three minutes of not finding anything more after his journal was obnoxiously out in the open, Blaine sat down on the edge of the bed, facing his mirror.

And he hadn't changed. Kurt was going to be over in twenty minutes and he hadn't changed! Abruptly, he dashed to his wardrobe and flung it open. Should he dress smartly? What if Kurt thought he was trying to hard? Maybe he should just stay the same? No! Kurt would think he was dirty!
But, what should he do?

Suddenly it clicked in Blaine's mind. He grabbed a pair of black slacks from the bottom of his wardrobe and a simple white top.

It'll have to do, Blaine thought. Kurt probably didn't even like him or even see him like that so, why put in the effort any more?

Downstairs, Blaine had decided to be the perfect host and make snacks. Knowing that Kurt liked healthy foods, Blaine grabbed carrots from the fridge drawer and started to slice them up. After a couple of minutes, he had finished cutting them and slid them off the cutting board into a small bowl.

“Hey,”

The small voice from behind him was his sister.

“Hey Rach,” Blaine answered, bending down to pick up the stray carrot sticks that had fallen to the floor.

“How come you're cutting up carrots?” Rachel asked, stepping forward tentatively.

“Uh...” Blaine bit his lip, he couldn't reveal to Rachel that he liked her best friend!

“Just um, trying to be a bit healthier really,” Blaine answered, not looking Rachel in the eye.

Rachel positively beamed. “You read those leaflets I left on your bed!”

Blaine turned around. “Uh yeah, thanks! They were really good,” he improvised, having thrown out the leaflets.

“I'm so happy!” Rachel said, bouncing over to Blaine and hugging him. “You're finally listening to me about something!”

Blaine rolled his eyes, pulling away from his sister. “What time is Finn coming at?”

“Oh! He'll be here in five minutes!”

Rachel dashed off as soon as she had spoken to and Blaine saw her stop in the mirror in the hallway to look at herself.

“You look great Rachel,” Blaine said, following his sister. “Is Finn bringing Kurt over?”

“I don't think so,” Rachel said, frowning. “Why would Kurt be coming over anyway? I'm going on a date Blaine.”

“No, I mean for me,” Blaine answered.

“What?!” Rachel said, whipping around to look straight at Blaine. “Why would he come for you?”

“He is tutoring me in French Rach, no big deal,” Blaine said, scowling. “Don't get defensive.”

“Oh yeah, I do actually remember something about that,” Rachel said softly. “I actually asked him if he would, to be honest.”

Blaine shrugged. “I guess I can't be mad at you, I don't mind Kurt.”

Lying made Blaine feel awful, but the thought that Kurt would be there soon made his stomach feel a little lighter than normal.

Rachel flinched a little guiltily. “Sorry I asked him without telling you first,” Rachel said plainly. “I do feel bad, but you have been complaining about your French grades for ages, and it's just convenient that Kurt is absolutely amazing at it.”

“You don't have to apologise, I really don't mind,” Blaine said, smiling at his sister.

The doorbell rang and Rachel grinned, turning round to smile at Blaine.

“How do I look?” she asked.

Blaine's smile widened. “You look amazing Rach, now go, you don't want to leave him waiting.”

Rachel nodded and turned to leave.

“Oh and I'll be in all night so if you need me to pick you up or anything or if he says something-”

“I'll be fine Blaine!” Rachel called over her shoulder. “I'll see you tonight!”

Blaine sighed and turned back into the kitchen.

When Kurt arrived, only ten minutes after Rachel left, Blaine was sat in his room, tuning his guitar. As soon as Blaine heard the doorbell ring, he jumped from his bed and ran down half of the stairs, before realising that he was trying to play it cool. He intentionally slowed down and eventually answered the door, smoothing down his top while doing so.

The only coherent thing that Blaine could think was that Kurt really was beautiful. He was dressed in tight jeans, knee length boots and a thick cardigan.

Blaine sometimes wished that Kurt would wear fewer layers. But then he thought that maybe some other boy would take him away, and Blaine never wanted that to happen.

Reality claimed him in the form of Kurt.

“Uh, can I come in?” he asked, smiling.

“Y-yeah,” Blaine spluttered. “Thanks for this, by the way, I am actually hopeless at French.”

Kurt's smile widened as he stepped in and closed the door behind him. “You're probably not as bad as you think.”

Blaine blushed. “No, I really am,”

Kurt shook his head. “Ok, I'll agree for now.”

“Did you drive?” Blaine asked.

“No, I just walked, trying to save some gas and it's only twenty minutes.”

“Cool,” Blaine replied, feeling awkward.

“So where are we going?” Kurt asked, tugging on the strap of his bag.

“Oh yeah,” Blaine turned around to head towards the stairs. “My room if that's ok?” Blaine asked, glancing over his shoulder to see Kurt's cheeks grow red.

“Yeah sure,”

Kurt's only thought was how much better Blaine's hair looked without gel. He couldn't get over it.

“So, I went to the movies is different from I go to the movies, because of tense?” Blaine asked, abruptly bringing Kurt out of his observation of the shorter boy's hair.

Their eyes caught for a moment, and Kurt could swear that Blaine had the most captivating eyes in the world.

“Y-yeah,” Kurt said softly, shifting slightly on the bed before clearing his throat and looking down at the worksheet in front of him. “Uh, 'I went to the movies' means I went to the movies, and then 'I go to the movies' means I go to the movies.”

Blaine frowned.

Kurt smiled, and he noticed that he had been doing that a lot that night. “Basically, it changes because...”

“Right,” Blaine said, rubbing his eyes. “So, 'montre' means watch and is a feminine noun.”

Kurt sighed in relief. “Yes. You see, you aren't as bad as you make out!”

Kurt saw Blaine visibly gulp at his choice of words, and hoped that his own feelings hadn't been revealed.

Blaine yawned and stretched his fingers, which did not go unnoticed by Kurt.

“Do you want to have a break?” Kurt asked, glancing at his watch. “We've been doing this straight for about an hour and a half.”

“Yes please,” Blaine said, rubbing his forehead.

Kurt smiled. “Do you have any idea for your song for the glee assignment?”

“I have a couple, but I'm not telling because it should be a surprise!” Blaine said playfully. “Do you?”

“Oh, well,” Kurt said, smirking. “If you're not going to reveal yours then I don't want to reveal mine and be vulnerable,”

Blaine bit his lip, which Kurt noticed instantly. Suddenly, Kurt realised that using suggestive phrases was quite rewarding in front of Blaine.

“Yeah well, I bet I know what Rachel is going to do,” Blaine said casually.

“Hm?”

“She's predictable,”

“How so?” Kurt asked, genuinely curious now.

Blaine smirked. “She will do something by Barbra, and it will be a love song because her and Finn are together.”

Kurt laughed gently, shaking his head. “You really do have her down to a tee.”

Blaine chuckled. “Well, I have shared a life with her, for a lifetime. You think you have it bad, at least you don't have to live with her! You come over here out of choice.”

Kurt nodded. “At least you don't share a room any more,” he pointed out.

Blaine laughed and agreed.

Kurt looked at Blaine for a short moment, wondering whether he could ask his question without seeming too intrusive. “So, um … Blaine,” Kurt started, deciding that he might as well ask.

“Yes?”

“Do you miss Dalton?” Kurt asked, wincing as Blaine looked away from him.

“I don't know,” Blaine answered, looking straight at Kurt. “Part of me does, but part of me thinks I've found something better at McKinley.”

Kurt's heart was pounding fifty miles an hour. Why was Blaine looking straight at him when he said that? He gulped, and hoped that he wasn't too obvious.

“How long has Karofsky bullied you for?”

The question was so blunt and took Kurt by complete surprise so much that he jumped, Blaine's eyes widened and he grabbed his arm before Kurt nearly fell off the bed.

“Sorry,” Kurt murmured. “You just shocked me.”

Blaine shook his head. “It's ok, you don't have to tell me about it if you don't want to,”

Kurt shrugged. “I guess I'm just shocked that you asked. It's been happening for ages and no one has ever asked me about it.”

Blaine frowned. “Really?”

Kurt shrugged again. “It's not that bad, what can I expect though?”

Blaine sighed, angry that Kurt felt as though it was acceptable. “To be honest Kurt, I think he's just jealous because you're ok with being yourself, and he's clearly trapped in some self-esteem battle.”

Kurt started laughing. “You really are something Blaine,”
“You're cute when you laugh.”

Kurt blinked, and instantly stopped laughing. Blaine was looking straight into his eyes and the silence was louder than ever.

Did Blaine just say he was cute? But he only said when he laughed. Maybe it was a friendly thing? Yes, that was it. He was just being friendly and Kurt not saying anything probably made him feel really awkward. But it was just then that Kurt realised how nice Blaine's eyes were.

And they were coming closer to his face. He was trying to kiss Kurt!

Kurt jerked away on instant, as he had done on so many other occasions.

Blaine's heart fell when Kurt moved away from him. He retreated and sat up straight again, but felt his shoulders slump. He looked away from Kurt and towards the floor.

Why did he do that?

“Kurt, I'm so sorry I shouldn't have done that, you're Rachel's best friend and I shouldn't have taken advantage of you after asking that question too, I feel so bad,” Blaine said it all in a rush, feeling awful.

But when Blaine looked up again, Kurt had moved closer. And then he could feel hands on his shoulders and knees brushing against his and then all he could see was bright blue eyes that were wide with anticipation, he could see every single eyelash separated and smelt moisturiser and a beautiful scent that was completely Kurt.

And then something that had only happened in their dreams before happened. They were kissing.