Option 1: inform Kurt that he had recently acquired 'Random Subconscious Thought Blurt Syndrome' or RSTBS for short.

Ok. So that was unrealistic...but after that was blank. Nothing. So it's the truth or nothing here. Riiight.

Blaine searched the hallway behind Kurt. Nothing - just blazer-ed boys heading hurriedly to after-class commitments. But someone could come...

"Well, Kurt, um...could we maybe move this into my room..."

Kurt shuffled his feet and squared his shoulders as he put forth his thoughts, "No! Absolutely not. I'm not going anywhere else with you until you tell me what just happened. And it's not like you needed privacy back there in practice."

Blaine assessed the situation and determined that Kurt was right; he owed Blaine nothing right now. He sighed and gave in.

"Kurt, it's just that, well, I guess I was wrong."

Kurt's eyes softened a bit at that. What had Blaine been wrong about? About me? About US? His heart fluttered in his chest at that and he listened to Blaine continue.

"I thought I knew how I felt. I didn't want to screw US up. I love that I finally found you. Someone I can confide in, laugh with, and be totally myself with. I thought being your friend was enough. But it's not. Or at least my brain's been busy informing me of this since I told you what I said in the coffee shop. About not wanting to break this."

Kurt knew his face was giving him away and so he looked out the windows, at the floor, anywhere but at Blaine, who had made it clear that he, Kurt, was not sexy. He, Blaine, was confessing his romantic feelings for him? Wait, now...hold on. What exactly was Blaine picturing them doing together? Kurt didn't know thing one about sex, and hell, he'd never even been kissed properly. Against his better judgment he shifted his gaze to Blaine.

What he saw stole whatever resolve he had left in him.

The shorter warbler had a truly sad and terrified expression etched in his features. One hand was unconsciously twirling at his usually gelled-perfect hair, stubble peppered his ordinarily smooth cheeks, and he was obviously exhausted. Dark circles bloomed under his baleful eyes. His eyes. That's what did it for Kurt. Those brown eyes shone with tears and were begging Kurt silently to be understood. Begging to be forgiven. To be Loved.

That moved Kurt from his stance. He let go of his anger and swiftly closed the space between them, stopping directly in from of Blaine. He was barely breathing. Blaine responded by bringing his guitar-roughed fingertips to Kurt's face, cupping his soft, reddened skin gently but firmly. His eyes searched Kurt's - so open and trusting - and Blaine knew what he wanted to say.

"I want you to be mine, Kurt. It's not about the dreams - they were incredibly hot, don't get me wrong, it's about you. Your beautiful smile. Your amazing voice, your sense of humor and your sense of who you are. All of you. I want..." his voice hitched, "I want all of you. And I want you to have all of me."

Kurt had never, ever, in his life wanted anything more. Not even those Marc Jacobs boots. So he lost himself in those deep brown eyes as he leaned in to accept his Blaine's lips.

Blaine's eyes closed as he felt Kurt's lips on his. gentle, tentative, soft. His hands tightened on Kurt's face and he opens his mouth slightly, inviting Kurt to do the same. With a short intake of breath the taller boy's mouth opens and their tongues meet. Electric heat travels down both of their bodies and Blaine feels Kurt's fingers twine into his hair. The kiss deepens and the heat of their breath spurs them as hands move and their teeth occasionally clack together in their new found excitement.

Kurt pulls back to catch his breath, fingers still lodged firmly in Blaine's lapel.

"Soo...does this mean that you'd like to be my boyfriend...finally?" Kurt teases.

Blaine chuckles and moves his hands from Kurt's hips, intertwining his fingers with Kurt's and makes his face very serious...he hopes.

"Kurt Hummel? Will you go out with me?" he murmurs, still a note of doubt in his voice.

"Of course, Blaine Anderson. Took you long enough!" Kurt whispers.

"Want to come in and..." Blaine begins.

Kurt quickly pulls back, "I am totally not sleeping with you today!" he interjects pointedly.

Blaine realizes his faux pas and quickly grips Kurt's hand.

"Like I was saying...take a nap with me? I would love nothing more than to be tangled up in sleep with my gorgeous boyfriend."

Kurt relaxed his grip on Blaine and thanks Gaga for this beautiful, charming, honorable man. Of course Blaine knew his limits. He know ALL of Kurt...and Kurt couldn't wait to know more about Blaine.

Blaine smiles and rests his forehead on Kurt's as he fishes his keys from his pocket.

"Um, Blaine," Kurt said from behind him, "What will we say to the Warblers?"

Blaine grins, "Random Subconscious Thought Blurt Syndrome?"

Kurt smiles as they enter the room. "So...tell me more of these 'subconscious thoughts'."

And the door closed behind them.