Another weird thing, Mercedes began to ignore Kurt, acting as if Kurt was never even there and as if he blended right into the ungodly shade of red lockers. He really wasn't even in the mood to bother with it this week. Every day, he just felt too drained to ask Mercedes whatever the fuck her problem was.

Mayday by Icarus Account was officially chosen as Kurt's first solo. Now the Glee had to worry about the other two. Sectionals were coming up fast, coming just around the corner along with the unusually chilly air of the post-fall atmosphere.

It was Friday and Kurt had just finished his practice as the clock on the stage read five o'clock. He knew it was too late to meet everyone at Lima Bean being that they'd be gone by now, prepping for the football game. He sighed, figuring he'd go regardless just because he was seriously craving some caffeine with a capital 'C'. He was slumped over the piano, his chin resting on his hand that was upright as his elbow rested on the piano.

“You heading over to Lima Bean?” asked Blaine, who was gathering the music sheets together in his folder.

Kurt sighed and stood up. He really didn't want to go and spend any more time with Blaine, especially at Lima Bean. Just being in his presence was torture enough...as if the hour they saw each other during the whole day was the worse kind of torture. Kurt had lost track of how many times he imagined what it would feel like to kiss Blaine.

But Kurt didn't want to be rude or mean. “Yeah,” he said, which wasn't lying. Right now he could care less if he’d have to spend any more time with Blaine. He just wanted his coffee.

“See you there then,” said Blaine with a smirk. “I have to go lock up the choir room, so save me a seat.”

Kurt just nodded his head and walked off stage, hurrying to put his books in his locker. He had no homework to worry about this weekend. He was glad about that, along with being glad that his dad had agreed to let Kurt drive his car on Fridays.

He felt as if he couldn't breathe, as if there were too many butterflies fluttering in his stomach that it made his chest feel as if it was caving in. He was excited that he'd be spending time with Blaine at Lima Bean, outside of school...even though he was seriously dreading it...and didn't want to keep up this torture any more. He was both happy and sad that it was the weekend.

When Kurt got to the coffee shop, he got in line and ordered his usual non-fat mocha and then found one last table left, a two-seated small round table in the mix of all the other tables, basically in the middle of the arrangement of tables. He sat down and crossed his legs, shrugging off his jacket and scarf. It was unusually cold today and Kurt really didn't like it, though it did mean he'd be able to step up his fashion with a scarf, coat, and (thankfully) boots.

It wasn't very long until Blaine sat down with a medium drip in his hand. He was shrugging off his own scarf and jacket as well. Impressive style, thought Kurt as he looked at Blaine’s scarf and jacket. Blaine had just shrugged off a red and blue plaid scarf and a black dress jacket.

Kurt just stared at the coffee bean printed on his coffee cup, his eyes suddenly transfixed there. Blaine just stared at Kurt, trying to figure him out. “Okay, I give up,” murmured Blaine.

Kurt blinked and looked up at Blaine. “What?” he asked in a slightly clueless, but confused, voice.

“This,” said Blaine, motioned to Kurt. “What's going on? Why have you been acting weird around me all week? And I've noticed Mercedes isn't talking to you. What's up with that? I thought you two were, like, best friends.”

Kurt pushed his eyebrows together, suddenly frustrated about where Blaine had forced the atmosphere between the two to go. “It's none of your business. Okay? And what's up with you, huh? I know for a fact that there are other reasons why you gave me three of the main and biggest solos for Sectionals. But God forbid you don't tell me why,” said Kurt, looking away as he put his hand up in a sassy way, his voice threateningly rude.

Blaine scrunched his eyebrows together, pursing his lips as he put his hands out in defeat. “Where the heck is this coming from?” Blaine had to keep himself from swearing. He didn't want Kurt to think he was unprofessional outside of school...even if the scene was basically a teacher and a student drinking coffee together after a long and surprisingly boring Glee practice.

“What the fuck are you hiding from me, Mr. Anderson?” asked Kurt, who was suddenly seriously pissed-off for some reason. It was as if all he bottled emotions were bursting out all at once.

Blaine's mouth gaped open. He never took Kurt for being one to swear. Especially in front of another teacher or let alone, him.

Kurt just shook his head, his face showing he was seriously pissed-off. “If you hated me so much, why'd you give me the solos?” asked Kurt, trying to keep his voice down being that they were in public.

“Hate you –- wha-”

“Oh don't play dumb, Mr. Anderson. I heard what you told Rachel last Friday,” said Kurt, his jaw clenched as he watched Blaine's face turn into a confused and puzzled look, astonished. “I heard how you told her that I meant absolutely nothing to you. That's some pretty dumb bullshit of you ask me. If you think that I'm talented up to the point that you would use me just to get past Sectionals, then that's really low of you to do. News flash, dumb ass. I'm not talented. I have a voice of a seriously sick girl, I get bullied more than twice on a daily basis, and not to mention, my family doesn't have enough money to send me to a private all-boys school just so I can be spared of the daily tear-shed and harassment.” Kurt was now huffing up a storm. His nose flared as he deeply breathed in and out, looking away from Blaine's shocked and somewhat hurt expression.

Blaine's voice came in a very hurtful and small voice. “Well it wouldn't be smart to tell a student I had feelings for another student, now would it?” asked Blaine, who looked up from staring at his lap. His eyes were sad...almost as if Blaine were a kicked puppy.

Kurt just stared at Blaine. Am I hearing him correctly? Kurt blinked a few times as his mouth dropped open.

Blaine sighed and got to his feet, putting his coat and scarf back on. “Oh, and in case you didn't get that, I'm nowhere close to hating you,” said Blaine in an upset tone as he turned around and began walking away at a normal pace.

When things registered in Kurt's mind, Blaine had just exited the coffee shop, Kurt had to argue with himself to not run after him. But somehow, he had to give in. He grabbed his coat and scarf in one hand and put his messenger bag on his shoulder as he grabbed his coffee, hurrying out the door to follow Blaine down a row of parking spaces. Blaine had been parked in the very back of the filled-parking lot.

Kurt had no choice but to use his first name. “Blaine!” Kurt called after him.

Blaine had just got to his car when he heard Kurt, he turned around, shocked that Kurt had used his first name. Somehow, he really liked hearing it coming from Kurt. He sat his coffee down on the hood of his car as he got in his pocket for his keys.

When Kurt walked up to Blaine, he shook his head. “I am...so sorry. No words can express how much I want to make how I just acted towards you in public, up to you,” said Kurt, a sincere expression on his face as his translucent gray eyes locked onto Blaine's hazel eyes that had a different look in them at the moment.

“Don't worry about words,” Blaine murmured.

Before Kurt knew it, his back was against Blaine's car, a hand on his chest as his mocha on the pavement, spilling everywhere. Soft lips covered his as his eyes widened at the realization of what was happening. Blaine's hand that was Kurt's chest slid up to cupping the side of Kurt's jaw as his other hand wrapped around his waist, pulling him close as he moved his lips against Kurt's softly and delicately, with a hint of passion.

Kurt's eyes soon fluttered shut as a soft and tiny moan erupted from his throat, kissing back Blaine the best he could as he placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders.

Blaine felt ashamed of how much this was seriously turning him on. The moaning and the gentleness. He was just thankful he wore loose dress pants today. He moaned in response as his hands were now on each side of Kurt's face, supporting his weight on the car as he pressed his body against Kurt's. It felt so right.

Kurt couldn't believe this was actually happening. For weeks, he had been wondering if anything like this would ever happen to him. It was just last week when he gave up and just stuck to being entertained by his own imagination. But here he was, making out with the Glee Club's director in the back of the Lima Bean parking lot.

Minutes had passed and they never pulled back once. It was only when Kurt's phone went off in his pant pocket when he pulled back. Blaine was in a haze, staring down at Kurt's swollen lips, wishing that they never stopped.

Kurt was breathing heavily as he answered his phone as he put his coat on and sloppily wrapped his scarf around his neck. “Yeah?” he answered, breathless.

“Kurt, mom said that she was asked to head on down to Kentucky by her boss last minute, so dad needs you to cook dinner tonight,” spoke Finn on the other line.

“Did she already leave?” asked Kurt.

“Yeah, just an hour ago. Like I said, it was a last minute thing.”

Kurt sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Alright. So when does dad want me to cook supper?” asked Kurt.

“Well I'm at the school right now and I just got off the phone with him. He said before seven?”

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand to read his watch and then let go. “I'm leaving Lima Bean now.” And with that, Kurt hit END on his phone and put his phone back in his pocket. He looked up at Blaine and breathed. “I have to head home.”

Blaine gave Kurt a coy smile as he straightened up Kurt's scarf and leaned back over Kurt against his car with one elbow on the car beside Kurt's head this time, his free hand on his waist. “So you cook?” he asks.

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Don't judge,” he said as he wiggled out of Blaine's reach, about to head over to his own car.

“I'm not judging,” said Blaine, a smile in his voice.

Kurt gave him a face that said quit-playing-dumb-I-know-you. “So what does this mean?” asked Kurt, a more serious expression on his features.

Blaine put his hands in his pant pockets and slowly walked over to Kurt, looking down at the trail of what used to be Kurt’s mocha. He was laughing on the inside that he had took Kurt by such a surprise that he made Kurt drop his coffee. “It means...that, you now know...” he began as he put his hands on Kurt's waist, their lips separated by a millimeter, “how much I actually care about you.”

Kurt sucked in a breath, looking back at Blaine as he fought the urge to lean forward and get the torture done and over with once again. That millimeter was really pushing it. Somehow, Blaine knew what he was doing to Kurt, causing him to smile a wide and coy smile. “You'd better get going,” he whispered.

Kurt slowly blinked as he shook his head four times. “I don't want to,” he confessed, his cheeks turning as red as the red in Blaine's scarf. Blaine found this all too cute as he let go of Kurt and quickly leaned in to kiss him before he waved goodbye, looking around to make sure no one saw.

Blaine's half-hardened length was now calming down after what had just happened. He always wanted to do that to a guy he was really growing some major feelings for. He looked after Kurt, watching him get into his car. Kurt was so beautiful and perfect.

When Kurt got in his car, he turned the keys in the ignition and put his hands on the steering wheel, gripping it with a force and excitement as he nearly yelped and jumped up and down his seat. All he could do was just sit there, smiling like some giddy school girl. Holy mother of Gaga, I got my first real kiss...