At the beginning he had loved Blaine because of his willingness to help him when he and Blaine had just met. Kurt hadn’t meant to share so much of what had happened with his life with this dapper boy he hardly knew. But Blaine’s smile, his voice, and most importantly his eyes, so full of concern and gentle understanding, had all caused everything to rush out of him. Kurt had been enormously grateful when Blaine had sent the other warblers away so they wouldn’t see what had been his private pain.

Blaine didn’t just sympathize. Blaine knew.

He knew the feeling that gripped and twisted Kurt’s stomach every morning he had to face another day at McKinley.

He knew the hollow ache in Kurt’s chest when he was physically accosted - yet again - and no one noticed. Or pretended not to.

He knew.

And yet he came to talk to Karofsky after the kiss. The kiss that had made Kurt’s already fragile understanding of sex and intimacy shatter into innumerable pieces.

Kurt loved him then.

Loved him for his courage and his friendship. Loved him for his understanding. Loved him for his Blaine-ness.

On day 32 of knowing Blaine, Kurt fell in love a little more. Kurt had been studying and the room was festooned with reds and greens, Christmas in the air. Unlike public school, Dalton could decorate and celebrate however it wished and Kurt loved this study room with its inviting fireplace, extravagant decor, and holiday feel. Focusing on French Lit has been difficult; it became downright impossible when Blaine entered the room.

With a CD player.

They had sung together. One of Kurt’s favorite carols...both of them acting their parts, Blaine deliciously playful, Kurt entranced by the other boy’s openness to be so close to Kurt. His ability to make Kurt feel like he was the only person in the world Blaine wanted to be with. His beautiful voice leapfrogging over Kurt’s. He had also told Kurt that he was better than any girl he would be singing with.

There was THAT.

And that was when Kurt knew he actually loved Blaine. He told Mr. Schue as much. There was nothing to do but wait and see.

Blaine broke his heart, too, though.

On day 82 Blaine announced to the warblers that he loved someone. Someone not Kurt and on day 92 he had sung to that someone.

And Kurt, ever the good friend, picked Blaine up and dusted him off after Jeremiah rejected him.

On day 95 he finally told Blaine that he liked him. Kind of. And Blaine told him he didn’t want to ruin their friendship.

That also broke his heart a bit...but it was nice to know Blaine needed him. He knew he surely now needed Blaine in his life and didn’t quite know where he’d be without him

Which of course made Kurt love him more.

On day 109 Blaine kissed Rachel Berry. On day 116 Blaine told Kurt that he wasn’t sexy.

That was when Kurt wrapped up the part of his heart that belonged to Blaine and placed it in a metaphorical box. He couldn’t be Blaine’s friend AND have him break his heart day after day. Blaine was too important.

It was fitting, when, 7 days later, Pavarotti died. It was almost symbolic, really, of Kurt’s almost-love-life.

So he sang it out. Warbler protocol be damned.

It seems that’s when everything changed, because on day 130 Blaine kissed him and t was like every square centimeter of his skinned thrummed with Blaine’s name.

Suddenly he knew what it was like to be a teenage boy with hormones because besides unpacking that piece of his head that was Blaine’s, Blaine’s lips, hands, and tongue has also somehow unlatched the gate to his lust. It wasn’t a garden gate, or a flood gate. It was an entire dam of desire because Kurt, being Kurt, felt things 110%. And lust? Not an exception.

**

On day 135 they were in Kurt’s living room, ties askew, shirt collars open and gaping, Kurt straddling Blaine’s hips, his fingers threaded through Blaine’s hair. This was the day Kurt realized his new found need was going to be a problem.

Blaine had just pulled back from Kurt’s clavicle where, moments before, he had been licking, sucking, and even - dear lord - biting and was staring incredulously at Kurt.

“What?” Kurt panted, although he was sure why Blaine had stopped.

Blaine gently removed Kurts fingers from his decidedly ravaged hair and placed them gently into Kurt’s lap. He cleared his throat.

“Do you...uh...” Blaine began, clearly nervous. “Do you know what you just said to me?”

Kurt had been saying quite a lot this afternoon.

“I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“Please keep kissing me.”

and

“I like that.”

cheif among them.

Thank god Blaine couldn’t see what Kurt was picturing inside his head. Kurt had been using all his will power to keep those thoughts inside.

But one had slipped.

“Um,” Kurt blushed and avoided Blaine’s eyes, “Yeeees.”

He allowed his gaze to rise to Blaine’s eyes and scolded himself inwardly for being so nervous. This was Blaine for god’s sakes.

“I said...I said ‘I love your mouth. I love you touching me. I want you to touch me everywhere - put your mouth everywhere’.”

Kurt waited, watching Blaine’s expression soften and some thought he couldn’t decipher flashed through his eyes. He placed his hands gently on Kurt’s hips and moved slightly enough to the side for Kurt to understand that Blaine wanted Kurt to move off of his lap and sit next to him instead.

Shit.

ShitshitSHIT.

Kurt started to panic. He had scared Blaine away, Blaine had realized he didn’t want Kurt this way, he-

Reading Kurt’s thoughts, Blaine said hastily, “Kurt, please know that I am not rejecting you. You are gorgeous, so, so sexy, and so MINE. I don’t want you to go anywhere. But..but don’t you think it’s a little, well, fast for that?”

Kurt shook his head and took a deep breath.

“Blaine, I’ve known you for almost FIVE months and liked you for almost as long. I’m through waiting.”

Blaine sighed and stoked Kurt’s cheek.

"Kurt. Three weeks ago you kicked me out for even mentioning learning about sex...”

Kurt inwardly kicked himself. How was he to know that he just needed his flip switched?

“...and I want to do this right. I don’t want you to feel like you need to do this to keep me or something. We should wait. I may know more about sex, yeah, but what we’ve done? It’s the most I’ve done. So let’s just...take it slow.”

Kurt realized two things.

The first was that he had the sweetest, most dapper, most CHIVALROUS boyfriend a boy could ask for.

The second was that he had just been cockblocked because of it.

Which is why, on day 144, Kurt decided to do some real research.