"You heard me."

"Oh." Blaine looks at him thoughtfully.�

"'Oh' as in you'll do it or 'oh' as in you think I'm crazy?" Kurt, personally, would go for the latter option. He knows he sounds crazy, asking this guy he barely knows to do something like this for him. But he doesn't know who else to ask, and he figures if the guy gives kissing lessons like this, he must know a lot of people.�

"Oh as in I'm surprised, is all," Blaine says simply. "I mean, surprised that you're asking me. ...And surprised that you don't have a boyfriend already."�

He says it in a casual way, but Kurt almost blushes. It wasn't a direct compliment or anything, but it still makes him feel nice, that someone like Blaine thought he was handsome enough- or a good enough kisser- to have a boyfriend already. He shrugs,�toying with the button on his jacket. "I didn't know who else to go to," he confesses, deciding to ignore the boyfriend comment. Blaine looks at him and licks his lips a little and Kurt swallows, remembering that they'd just more or less spent the past twenty minutes making out on his bed. "It's okay if you don't want to," he says quickly. "We can pretend we never had this conversation, if you'd prefer."

Blaine shakes his head and does that half-smile thing that makes Kurt's heart skip a few beats. The way he's looking at him seems to change, but Kurt can't pinpoint how. "I'll do it."

"You- you will?" Kurt repeats, genuinely surprised. He had been expecting to get laughed off of Blaine's doorstep and be forced to switch his lunch period on Monday so he wouldn't have to face the guy ever again, so this was going surprisingly well compared to his expectations.�

"Why not?" Blaine's still doing that half-smile thing. "But, I just... I mean, most of the people who come here are girls. So if you wanted me to steer you in the direction of the best kisser or something to that tune it �may take a while."�

Kurt shakes his head quickly. "Oh, no no no. It doesn't... have to be someone from... here. Just... If you know anyone. You know."

"Alright. How about we start on Monday? We can talk more at lunch."

"Sounds good," Kurt breathes. He's so surprised that this is actually working out that he's apparently forgotten how to form long sentences.�

"Great. I'll see you then. Bye, Kurt," Blaine smiles and disappears back into his house.�

Seconds later he's being tackled by a blur of red that appears out of nowhere from the bushes – Rachel.

"Kurt!! How was it? What were you two talking about? What does his room look like? These binoculars are awful, I could barely see anything-"�

"Rach, I love you dearly but if you don't shut up I'm not going to give you any details whatsoever and I'm making you walk home."

"Just tell me how it waaaaas!" The girl exclaims, linking their arms together as they walk to Kurt's car.

"It was... good," he says simply, earning a playful smack on the arm.�
"You better give me more than 'good' or this whole experience was a huge bust," Rachel warns.

"Not for me," Kurt sing-songs. "It was good. He's... really, really nice."

"Go on..."

"He said I was a good kisser?"

"Kurt!" Rachel fake slaps him again before unlinking their arms to get into the car. "Why didn't you say that part first?!"

Kurt sighs dramatically as he starts backing up. "Hold tight for two seconds and I'll tell you all about it."