Thursday, just before 6pm:

*door bell*

Burt: We’re not interested.

Blaine: Um, pardon?

Burt: Whatever it is you’re selling. We don’t want any.

Blaine: Um, no Mr Hummel, I’m not selling anything. My name is Blaine and Kurt invited me over… sort of.

Burt: Oh. I thought the bow tie was part of some salesman costume… KURT!

Kurt: *from upstairs* Yeah?

Burt: There’s a teenager on my doorstep who wants access to my house. He goes by the name of Blaine. Says that you “sort of” invited him over!

Kurt: He invited himself technically. *bounds down the stairs* Hey Blaine.

Blaine: Hi. *smiles*

Burt: We’re about to have dinner, kiddo. Your gentleman caller can’t stay long.

Kurt: I already talked to Carol, Blaine’s staying for dinner.

Burt: Oh, really?

Kurt: I mean, um, if that’s OK with you?

Burt: Hmm… And you say you got the green light from Carol?

Kurt: Yes.

Blaine: I’m sorry if I’m imposing…

Burt: No, it’s OK. Welcome to the Hummel-Hudson house.

Blaine: Thank you.

Kurt: We’re just gonna go upstairs for a bit. *walks down the hall*

Blaine: … so this is your house?

Kurt: Yes. Welcome.

Blaine: Gonna give me the grand tour?

Kurt: There isn’t much to see… I was thinking I show you my room…

Blaine: Lead on.

Kurt: …

Blaine: Oh god!

Kurt: What?!

Blaine: You were so cute!

Kurt: Oh no.

Blaine: Are you having a tea party in this photo?

Kurt: Yes.

Blaine: You made tea cups from play-dough?

Kurt: It was Silly-Putty actually.

Blaine: And you brought your truck?

Kurt: Well, I didn’t have dolls that I could invite.

Blaine: This is maybe the most adorable thing I have ever seen. You in a bow tie.

Kurt: I wear bow ties all the time.

Blaine: I haven’t seen you in one.

Kurt: You’ve been aware of my existence for 96 hours.

Blaine: Exactly. Four different outfits, not one bow tie.

Kurt: Where as you on the other hand…

Blaine: Yeah, it’s an unhealthy obsession.

Kurt: So, this is my room.

Blaine: Woah.

Kurt: What?

Blaine: Um, nothing?

Kurt: What?!

Blaine: Ok, honestly, the first thing I thought was that that is a decently sized bed.

Kurt: Blaine!

Blaine: Hey, you insisted. *wanders around* I really like your room.

Kurt: Thanks.

Blaine: So, what do you want to do with me now that you have me trapped in your territory?

Kurt: Um, we can watch a movie, or just hang out, or I have the next episode of The Bachelorette saved…

Blaine: You watch The Bachelorette?

Kurt: I would call it a guilty pleasure, but I don’t think you should feel guilty about anything that makes you happy.

Blaine: Unless you’re indulging your paedophilia.

Kurt: Or you’re a rapist.

Blaine: Or a fan of Survivor.

Kurt: Are there any of those left?

Blaine: They’re on their 24th season, if I’m not mistaken.

Kurt: I weep for humanity.

Blaine: I weep for that host guy. He is not aging well.

Kurt: Too much time spent in the sun.

Blaine: Not enough time spent moisturising. I bet his face doesn’t feel like a babies butt.

Kurt: Definitely not. *smiles*

Blaine: Not that I know for certain that yours feels like a babies butt.

Kurt: …huh?

Blaine: I mean, I was rather distracted by the kissing the last time I was near your face.

Kurt: I would hope so.

Blaine: However, now I am sorely lacking in proof that your face resembles a babies butt in any way.

Kurt: So, you want to feel my face?

Blaine: I’m not blind, so I probably won’t see into your soul through my fingers, but yes.

Kurt: Are your hands clean?

Blaine: I washed them after ploughing the fields all day, if that’s what you mean.

Kurt: No, just… OK.

Blaine steps up to Kurt, standing close enough for a hug. Kurt can feel the heat of Blaine’s body and he has to stop himself from leaning forward and closing the gap.

Blaine looks at him intently, his golden eyes roving over Kurt’s face. With Blaine so close, Kurt can count Blaine’s eyelashes as they flutter against his cheeks. He swallows loudly.

Blaine slowly brings his fingers up to Kurt’s face. They hesitate momentarily before he sweeps them across Kurt’s cheek and up to his temple. He leans forward and just breathes, Kurt’s scent filling his lungs and making him light headed, it’s a mix of vanilla, hairspray and something else. Kurt feels Blaine’s warm breath on his face and it sends shivers up his spine. Blaine’s fingers are warm on his face and without realising it Kurt leans into his hands and closes his eyes. His heart beat thumps wildly in his ears.

Finn: Kurt, dinners ready- oh. Shit. Sorry.

Kurt: What the hell, Finn? Don’t you knock?

Finn: The door was open! I didn’t think I needed to!

Blaine: *laughter* Hey, you must be Finn.

Finn: Yeah. And you are?

Blaine: Blaine.

Finn: … So, um…

Kurt: Stop looking so awkward, Finn. You’ve delivered your message. We’ll be right down.

Finn: Just… treat him right.

Kurt: What?

Blaine: I think he’s talking to me.

Finn: Yeah, I am. Just. Treat Kurt right, OK? I don’t know what you guys are doing, just. Beware that I can break knee caps.

Kurt: Finn! This isn’t necessary! And since when do you know how to break knee caps?

Finn: Well, I know people… person… Puck. Puck can break knee caps.

Kurt: *groans*

Blaine: I gotcha. I quite like my kneecaps.

Finn: Ok… So, yeah. Dinner.

Kurt: I’m so sorry. That was so embarrassing.

Blaine: I thought it was kind of adorable actually.

Kurt: What? You aren’t totally offended?

Blaine: Why would I be offended?

Kurt: Because some guy just threatened you with violence even though you and I aren’t a thing, and even though I have just as much responsibility to treat you right, as you do me and I don’t know.

Blaine: We aren’t a thing?

Kurt: Wha- what?

Blaine: You said we aren’t a thing.

Kurt: Well, I just didn’t want to presume that you wanted a thing past “boy toy” status.

Blaine: You know, I don’t creepily feel the face of just any boy. I’m not Adele.

Kurt: To be fair, I don’t think Adele just goes around touching people’s faces at random.

Blaine: Point. But yes. Neither do I.

Kurt: … So, … you want to be a thing?

Blaine: I think there’s a distinct possibility of us becoming a thing, yes.

Kurt: *smiles*

Burt: Kurt! Dinner!

Kurt: Damn family- COMING.