Blaine spent the entire drive to the opera house questioning him about everything. His family, childhood, likes and dislikes, his dreams for his future. Most of it Blaine already knew, but some he didn't and it pleased him to no end to find out something new about his husband.

Kurt watched the show with his big eyes wide open, shining with emotion. Blaine heard him humming along with some of the songs, then he'd slap his fingers over his mouth to silence himself so he could hear the performers.

Afterward, Kurt talked and talked about the show. How wonderful it was and how it could have been better, and who he would like to play in the show. He chatted about how wonderful it must be to perform every night and hoped that someday, in New York, he would have that chance. Blaine just listened, adding an agreeing murmur when needed. He felt warm and alive just listening to Kurt and how happy he was. This was his life goal - he had decided that years ago - to make Kurt happy. To watch him see the world through those gorgeous eyes and experience everything he'd ever wanted.

They went out for coffee afterward and both of them talked about their interests and what show they might want to play next. Blaine suggested a dinner date at Breadstix in the near future which Kurt immediately agreed to.

They slowly made their way back to the high school where Blaine was parked. The conversation had slowed down, neither of them wanting the evening to end. Blaine knew he might have a thirty year old mind and heart, but even this heart could fall in love, even if it was with his husband. As a teenager. It was all very confusing, he decided. He'd just keep going with the flow as much as he could.

As soon as they got to the parking lot, Blaine jumped out and ran around to open Kurt's door.

"Why thank you, kind sir," Kurt said, taking Blaine's hand and sliding out of his seat.

"My pleasure," Blaine said with a wink.

"I had a lovely evening. Thank you so much for taking me to the show. It was fabulous. Rachel Berry is going to die of jealousy," he said with a wicked look in his eyes.

"I had a wonderful time as well. Make sure you add in that you got coffee and dinner too. Maybe that will make it even worse for her," Blaine said. He knew all about Rachel, of course, but could only go by what Kurt was telling him now.

"Oh, good idea," Kurt said, rubbing his hands together.

"Well, you get back in there and lock your doors. I want to be sure you are safe before heading out," Blaine said.

"How gallant, Mr. Anderson," Kurt said, impressed.

"Thank you, Mr. Hummel," Blaine said, offering him a low bow. When he stood back up, Kurt was standing directly in front of him. He tilted his head and slowly leaned in to kiss Blaine's lips. Blaine returned the soft pressure of Kurt's incredible lips. Again, it was a short kiss, but Blaine could feel it all the way to his toes. He realized they had twined their hands together as they'd kissed. Slowly releasing Kurt, he stepped back, loving the glazed look on Kurt's face.

"Um, Blaine?" Kurt said, sounding shaky.

"Yes?"

"What are we?" Kurt asked, tilting his head and playing with the end of his sweater sleeve.

"Human?" Blaine offered, his eyebrows scrunching up, not knowing where Kurt was going with this.

Kurt reached over to softly relax his unibrow. "I just mean that, well, we keep kissing. I don't want to put undue pressure on you, but I don't go around kissing random guys," he said softly, his cheeks pink in the dim light of the parking lot.

"Well, neither do I," Blaine teased. "I'm not just some floozy!" He grinned to soften the words.

Kurt smacked at him. "I didn't mean you were, though I'm glad to hear you aren't."

Blaine pulled Kurt close so they were able to look at each other, Blaine rubbing Kurt's back slowly. "We are just getting to know each other, Kurt. I want to do this right. I'm not too good at the whole romance thing; I've made a pretty big ass out of myself in the past. I don't think  we need to name this anything," he said, saddened when he saw the crestfallen look on Kurt's face. "Yet, Kurt. I just want to give this the proper amount of time. I want to build up to the title. I want you to know, however, that I'm not kissing anyone else and not planning to. There is a certain young man I want to woo and I hope he can be patient for me," Blaine said with a soft smile.

Kurt finally smiled. "You want to woo me?"

"You definitely deserve to be wooed and since no good looking guy has kicked my butt, I guess fate has let me have a chance with you. I only hope I don't let you down," Blaine said, the very real fear churning in his gut. "Drive safe, Kurt. Will you text me when you get home so I know you got there okay?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I'll be fine, Blaine, it's two minutes away."

"Humor me," Blaine smiled.

"Okay. And Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm not kissing anyone else either," Kurt said and got in his SUV and giving him a shy grin before driving away.

. . . . . . .

Over the next week, Kurt and Blaine saw each other nearly every day. The days they didn't see each other, they were texting and even Skyped a few times. They went to movies, went shopping, sat in the coffee shop and talking forever. Blaine was blown away by how much they had in common. Why had he ever been stupid enough to keep Kurt friend-zoned as long as he did in the past? Kurt was an amazing person; so selfless, compassionate, kind, and so very strong. He was stronger than Blaine was by far.

They had an awkward dinner with Kurt's best friend, Mercedes. Blaine could tell she thought the conversation was just on this side of ‘too much gay'. She seemed happier when the tots were put in front of her. After that she became more involved with the conversation. Mercedes was someone who appeared to see the positive side of everything and strived to do her best in life. He was glad they'd been able to meet.

After every date, Kurt and Blaine shared a chaste kiss. Sometimes it was a peck, sometimes it was whisper soft movements of their lips. Blaine could tell Kurt was getting more comfortable with it and he tried to make sure he didn't hurry Kurt into anything. He let Kurt make all the moves. One night after a late movie, Kurt called him on it as they walked to their cars. Blaine gave him a soft kiss and was about to hug him when Kurt frowned.

"Why do you never put any effort into our kisses?" He asked with a scowl and a bright blush.

"I am putting effort into it. I, well, I just don't want you to feel like I'm trying to take advantage of you or push you into something that makes you uncomfortable," Blaine told him honestly.

Kurt's face softened. "Really?" Blaine nodded. "That is so sweet...  and stupid!" Blaine's jaw dropped. "Blaine, I am sixteen years old and have survived many a beating, dumpster tossing, slushie facial, shoves into lockers and sonic wedgies. Do you really think I would let you put moves on that I wasn't okay with?" He demanded with his hands on his hips. Blaine thought he looked intensely sexy when he was all pissed like this.

Blaine's jaw snapped closed with a snap. "Well. Huh. I'm really glad to hear that you wouldn't let anyone put the moves on if you didn't want them to. I, uh, was just trying to be a gentleman."

"And I appreciate it, I really do. But I'm kind of getting tired of our pecks. I want you to really kiss me," Kurt challenged him, an eyebrow up in the air.

"Fine," Blaine agreed, cocking his own brow. "How far do you want this to go? Tongue or no?"

Kurt's face was on fire again. He swallowed loudly. "Tongue," he whispered.

"You asked for it. Just pull away or tap my shoulder if you get uncomfortable," Blaine told him and waited until he got a nod before moving in. He put his hands on Kurt's hips and loved the soft gasp Kurt let out at the contact. Pulling him closer, he put one hand on Kurt's cheek and leaned in slowly. Suddenly, he pulled back, letting go of Kurt but holding onto one of his hands.

"Kurt, I need to do this right," Blaine said, knowing what he had to do.

"I thought we were just about to work on doing things right?" Kurt said shakily.

"I know and we are. I, there's just something I have to say first. Will you hear me out?" he asked, butterflies the size of pterodactyls in his stomach.

"Of course, Blaine," Kurt said, his head cocked to the side again.

"Kurt, there is a moment when you say to yourself, ‘oh, there you are, I've been looking for you forever'. Getting to know you this last week or so and seeing the amazing, beautiful person you are, have all been moments like that for me. About you. You move me, Kurt. And I would love to spend more time with you. As your boyfriend, if you will accept me," Blaine said, his voice quivering with emotion and fear. He might know that they end up married, but as he'd learned, the past had a way of changing things that would affect the future dramatically. He didn't want to screw this up.

Kurt stared at him, his blue eyes wide and shining. "You want to be my boyfriend?" Kurt whispered.

Blaine raised their hands to his mouth and kissed Kurt's knuckles. "I would be the happiest man on earth if you gave me that honor," he whispered back.

Kurt looked around, his eyes still wide. "I can't believe this is happening," he muttered under his breath, though Blaine could still hear him.

"Um, if you don't want to be my boyfriend, it's totally fine, we can be kissing friends," Blaine said, the words hurting him as he spoke them.

Kurt's eyes swung back to him, his eyebrow haughtily in the air. "You think I don't want to be your boyfriend? Of course I do! It's all I've been thinking about since I met you! Ever since you grabbed my hands and we ran together to the senior commons," he said and then his voice got quiet. "You've owned my heart since that day. I would be the one who was honored to be your boyfriend."

Blaine wanted to jump for joy. This way was so different from how he did things before, but this time around he wasn't being a blind ass. "Well, I guess that makes us boyfriends now, right?"

"Right. So, boyfriend, are you going to kiss me or not?" Kurt asked, emphasizing the word, his smile wide and joy-filled.

"I would love that, boyfriend," Blaine returned and pulled Kurt close again, putting his hand back on Kurt's hip and his other hand curved around Kurt's face. He licked his lips, noticing Kurt watching the subtle movement. "Boyfriend," he whispered with a smile before moving forward and claiming Kurt's lips. Now, the great thing about being a thirty year old trapped in his own sixteen year old self's body was the fact that he had the sexual skill of his thirty year old self. He knew how to kiss his husband until he was mush in his arms. Blaine wasn't going to go that far now, but he was going to show Kurt what he could do.

Moving his lips softly on Kurt's, he moved his other hand so both of them were clutching Kurt's face. Kurt had wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist, his hands gripping the back of Blaine's sweater. He worked Kurt's lips with gentle pressure, easing his lips into more pressure until he was finally kissing him as he would in the future, working their lips against each other until they were both panting. Slanting their mouths together, he gently licked across the seam of Kurt's mouth. Kurt gasped at the sensation and Blaine took advantage of his open mouth to slide his tongue inside. They both moaned at the contact. Kurt, because it was his first deep kiss; Blaine, because he'd missed the feel of his husband. Blaine explored Kurt's mouth, relearning his husband's taste and feel. Gently, he relaxed his tongue, urging Kurt to take over. When he felt the first tentative touch of Kurt's tongue against his own, he moaned loudly, pulling Kurt closer. Kurt grew bold quickly, massaging their tongues together and exploring Blaine's mouth.

Blaine knew they were pushing the boundaries of their new relationship and he slowly pulled back on the kiss, removing his tongue, licking Kurt's lips, several sweet kisses, and finally pulled away.

Kurt was panting, leaning his forehead against Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine was hoping Kurt didn't go anywhere near his hips.

"That was amazing," Kurt finally said, his voice quavering.

"I'd say so," Blaine said, his voice tight with the need flooding his body. Kurt was young enough so his body could take a kiss and not need more right away. Blaine was used to having sex regularly. "We don't have to kiss like that every time, just so you know. Only when we want to," he said, adding in the ‘we' so Kurt wouldn't think he had to feel guilty.

"Okay. I don't know if I could live through it if we kissed like that every time," Kurt said with a weak chuckle.

Blaine smiled at him and gave him a tight hug, leaning his lower body away. He wondered at Kurt's pants condition when Kurt leaned away as well.

"Drive safe, my sweet, beautiful boyfriend," Blaine said, kissing his cheek lightly.

"I have a boyfriend," Kurt responded in a daze.

"Hey Kurt, if you aren't feeling up to driving I can drive you home and you can get a ride with Mercedes in the morning," Blaine offered, concerned.

"That's okay. I'll have the windows down. Besides it's all your fault for kissing me so good," Kurt accused with a smile.

"No, it's all your fault for being beautiful and irresistible," Blaine returned.

"We'll agree to disagree," Kurt said, climbing in the SUV.

"Don't forget to text me," Blaine reminded him.

"I will. I wouldn't want my boyfriend to worry," Kurt said, his eyes cleared and his voice betraying his delight. "Bye Blaine!"

"Good night, Kurt," he replied, walking to the car and watching as Kurt drove away.

He prayed to whoever might be listening that he hadn't caused any problems that would demand a loop. He loved how things had turned out. They were boyfriends much earlier than they were originally, but it felt right. He wasn't wasting his time on Jeremiah or trying to resist Kurt. Following his heart felt right and so he had.

He had a boyfriend, he thought with a happy grin.