The next few weeks pass in a blur of Glee performances,

Kurt: That Rory kid stole my thing.

Blaine: Huh?

Kurt: My thing! I was the stunning male soloist who could hit the high notes. I fought for that role! It was my thing! And then he just comes along with his cute accent and his overkill of green shirts and steals it from me!

Blaine: You think his accent is cute?

Kurt: Huh?

Blaine: I could have a cute accent.

Kurt: Don’t be silly, I’m ranting over here.

Blaine: *adopts a horrible English accent* O’, bah Kurt, Ai’ve come so fah to win yoh heart.

Kurt: *rolls eyes* You sound Australian.

Blaine: But it was cute, right?

homework,

David: Calculus doesn’t make sense.

Wes: Yes, it does. You’re just doing it wrong.

David: I am not doing it wrong. I am copying the steps of the example on the board.

Blaine: You also wrote the example down wrong.

David: What?

Blaine: Yeah, you’re not supposed to have a zero there.

David: Ooooh, that changes everything.

Wes: Oh, my god, David!

David: What? I can’t see the board properly because of the glare coming off Blaine’s hair.

Blaine: Hey, don’t mock the fro.

failed pool party attempts,

Quinn: It’s absolutely freezing.

Puck: No, it’s not.

Santana: Well, maybe not freezing, but it is damn cold.

          Puck: But guys, we have access to a free pool!

Kurt: It’s free because nobody else is willing to swim in this weather.

Puck: It’s not even October yet.

Mercedes: Did you just hear yourself?

Puck: You all just need to man up.

Artie: If manning up involves losing certain extremities due to frostbite, then I’m good remaining wimpy and intact.

panic over college applications,

Kurt: How did we not realise Julliard doesn’t have a musical theatre programme?

Rachel: This is awful, I’ve had to rewrite all of my acceptance speeches and there aren’t nearly as many famous NYADA graduates to reference.

Kurt: And with the applications due at the beginning of November, we really don’t have a lot of time to fill them up. Why, why didn’t I do more charity work as a sophomore? Oh, right, because of the dangers to my already suffering wardrobe.

and fervent kissing when nobody is around.

Kurt: No, come on Blaine, I really need to practice.

Blaine: I thought we were.

Kurt: Don’t pout at me like that. I invited you over here to help me with my song selection for the Westside Story audition.

Blaine: You invited me over to your empty house, on a rainy Saturday afternoon, making hot chocolate and settling me into your bed to “listen to you sing”, and you don’t want to make out?

Kurt: Erm, yes?

Blaine: Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, you should sing that song by Barbara from Funny Girl. Now get back here and kiss me.

Kurt: No.

Blaine: Okay, but you leave me with no choice, here comes “The Smoulder”.

Kurt: *laughs* Oh, my god, you are not quoting Disney at me.

Blaine: …

Kurt: Stop looking at me like that!

Blaine: …

Kurt: That eyebrow waggle is definitely not working on me!

Blaine: …

Kurt:: *more laughter* You idiot.

Blaine: Kiss meeee.

Kurt: Ugh, fine.

Sometimes, there is fervent kissing when people are around.

Burt: Finn says he’s walked in on you two four times now.

Kurt: How is it my fault that Finn doesn’t knock?

Burt: Well, it isn’t. But, I don’t know. Maybe you could consider posting a sign, or something?

Kurt: A sign? Danger: Teenage Homosexuals experimenting with saliva inside. Proceed with Caution.

Burt: I don’t think it needs to be so specific.

Kurt: Personally, I don’t think Finn would even notice a sign, even if it lit up and sang that “Ain’t Nothing But Mammals” song.

Burt: Kurt.

Kurt: Dad.

Burt: He’s treating you right, right?

Kurt: Who, Finn? Uh, yeah, I suppose.

Burt: No, Blaine. He hasn’t pressured you to… do anything?

Kurt: Dad, no. He wouldn’t.

Secretly, Kurt is amazed that Finn hasn’t walked in on them more often, considering how much time they spent exploring each other with their lips. Blaine has this one spot just below his collarbone that hollows out when he breathes quickly. Kurt likes to kiss all the way along Blaine’s jawline and down the side of his neck, breathing gently into Blaine’s ear, until Blaine squirms, his breath catching in his throat. It is when Blaine is in this state, completely overwhelmed and whining, that Kurt likes to focus on the appearance of that hollow. It took several weeks of making out to progress to the point where Blaine allowed Kurt to undo his bow-tie and unbutton the top of his shirt, and the discovery of the hollow was Kurt’s reward. He lies now, propped up on his elbows, licking lazy circles in that hollow, blowing on it gently to cool it, making Blaine shiver. Blaine has one arm folded behind his head, the other softly working through Kurt’s hair.

Blaine: How did this happen?

Kurt: Hmm?

Blaine: This. Us. How is this real?

Kurt: What?

Blaine: Us.

Kurt: What about us?

Blaine: Oh my god, you’re so distracted right now!

Kurt: Do you remember what I was doing not moments ago?

Blaine: Point.

Kurt: Are you saying you weren’t distracted?

Blaine: Um.

Kurt: Oh my god, was I boring you?

Blaine: What? No!

Kurt: But you weren’t so distracted that all other thoughts left your head!

Blaine: Kurt, I was having thoughts about us.

Kurt: Oh.

Blaine: That’s a pretty normal thing to think about when your boyfriend is torturing you with his lips.

Kurt: *smirks* Okay, fine. What were you thinking?

Blaine: I was wondering: How the hell did this happen? Us? Here? This?

Kurt: Well, you hurtled headlong into me and knocked my books to the ground. You then proceeded to stalk me until I panicked and caved. The rest is what they call history.

Blaine: No, Kurt, I’m serious.

Kurt: Then I don’t understand what you mean. What about us?

Blaine: Well, I’ve known you for about five weeks. In those five weeks I have been slushied three times, I cried myself to sleep and I plotted several ways to kill you without actually killing you (this was during our whole “What Happened Re Sebastian Phase”). And yet, now, I can’t get enough of you. I need to talk to you about everything. I can't kiss you hard enough. I can't stop staring at your ass. And when you sing... You move me, Kurt. How is this real?

Kurt: … Blaine.

Blaine: What?

Kurt: Blaine, look at me. Look at me. I didn’t know that’s how you- how you felt.

Blaine: Oh, god and now I’ve gone and freaked you out. I’m sorry, don’t listen to me right now, I must be having a kissing-induced break from reality.

Kurt: No, Blaine, what I meant to say is that I didn’t know you felt that way, too.

Blaine: I-, what?

Kurt: Well, add in something about how I don’t feel I could ever be close enough to you, even when we’re standing right next to each other, and yeah. You basically summed me up.

Blaine: …

Kurt: … Blaine? Why, uh. Why are you looking at me like I just grew an extra head?

Blaine: … Kiss me.

Kurt: What?

Blaine: Kiss me, you crazy boy!