Blaine showed Kurt the major halls of the college, telling him stories about the different people and adventures he'd had over his three years there. They discussed Kurt's friends and life in Lima, how many of his friends now attended Ohio State. He missed Mercedes, who was attending North Central State in Mansfield. Blaine told him about his best friend, Jake, who'd been his roommate all three years and his friend in high school.

"He was the one I came out to first," Blaine told him as they walked toward the Spork to eat. "I should've known he already knew."

"My dad knew too. I tried everything to see if I could be straight, but there was no getting around it," Kurt told him.

"What did you try?" Blaine asked as they took seats by the window.

"I kissed a girl and played football," Kurt told him.

Blaine's triangular eyebrows almost reached his hairline as he stared at Kurt in shock. "You played football?"

"Uh huh. I was the kicker. Pretty damn good at it too. Then after I came out, I became a cheerleader instead," he said casually, hoping Blaine wouldn't tease him.

Blaine gulped and shifted in his chair as his body hardened in a rush. This beautiful creature in a cheerleading uniform? He'd never been into cheerleaders, being a gay guy, but there was something about the thought of Kurt jumping up and down with pompoms that made his pants tight. "Cheerleader?" he choked out.

He watched Kurt blush prettily. Was everything he did beautiful?

"Yeah, I know, stupid. But I enjoyed it. I got to sing and I'm pretty flexible so the cheering was easy. It was a lot of fun," Kurt said.

Flexible? Was he trying to kill Blaine? "Flexible?" he said out loud.

"That's what I said," Kurt said, tilting his head and looking at Blaine strangely. "Are you ok?"

"Sure," Blaine said, nodding and taking a long drink of coffee. Change the subject, Anderson, he told himself, no need to embarrass yourself. "So you are studying fashion huh?"

"Yeah. I've always loved clothes and as much as I wanted to do musical theater, it just wasn't ... a wise choice for me. So I want to get into the merchandising and buying side of fashion. Be the first to see everything, be a trend setter."

Blaine grinned at him. "You already are."

Kurt blushed and smiled. "Thanks. I take fashion seriously. But you, you're doing what I wanted to do, studying musical theater."

"I've been pretty lucky. Everything just fell in line for me to be able to do this. I'm studying teaching as a minor so I can do that between stints on Broadway," he said, his golden eyes sparkling.

Kurt found himself staring into that gaze and the table went silent. Neither noticed the other hadn't said anything as they lost themselves in each other's eyes.

"Here's your food guys," the waitress said, sliding two plates on the table and walking away.

Kurt blinked quickly and concentrated on his food. "Looks good."

Blaine coughed, trying to clear his mind. What was going on with him? "Yeah, uh, this place is known for having good food. Yours looks a little healthy for my taste. What, no French fries?"

Kurt raised his chin and looked disdainfully on Blaine's bacon burger and fries. "Your arteries will not thank you for that, Blaine."

Blaine grinned at him and dug into his burger with relish. "My arteries are strong. They like the grease."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Uh huh."

Later, Blaine walked Kurt back to his room, both of them taking their time. Kurt didn't want the evening to end. It had been a perfect afternoon.

"So did I talk you into it?" Blaine asked as they went in his room. He plopped down on Kurt's desk chair as Kurt settled gracefully on the bed. He noticed that every movement Kurt made was deliberate and elegant. He could stare at him for hours.

"Talk me into what?" Kurt said, tilting his head to the side. He had no idea what the sight of his smooth neck did to Blaine.

"Trying out for the Warbler's silly," Blaine said lightly, crossing his knee so his pants wouldn't be so tight against his crotch.

Kurt's head dropped and he plucked at the blanket on the end of his bed. "I don't know. I don't think I'm good enough. I haven't sang anything in long time."

Blaine wondered at his hesitance. It seemed Kurt did everything with confidence. "How long has it been since you sang?"

"I don't know. Six months? A year?"

"Why did you stop singing?" Blaine asked.

Kurt rubbed at his chest self consciously. "I just had to take some time away from it. I don't know how out of practice I am."

"Try."

"What do you mean?"

"Right now. Sing for me," Blaine said, giving him an encouraging smile.

Kurt turned red. "What? Here and now? In front of you?"

"What's the matter with singing in front of me? And yes here and now."

"You? You are insanely talented and gorgeous, it's intimidating."

Blaine's breath caught. "Talented and gorgeous huh?"

Kurt gasped and put his hands on his face. "Ugh, what is wrong with me?"

Blaine walked to him and knelt before him. Taking his hands gently from his face, he smiled into Kurt's horrified blue eyes. "I think you are gorgeous too, you know. We can't help being hot, you know."

Kurt smiled at him weakly. "Come on, where is your iPod?" At Kurt's pointing finger, Blaine walked back to the desk and found it. Flicking through the songs, he smiled and set it up in the home player. "You have good taste in music. How about we sing together? Something easy to ease you back into it. I know it's not Christmas anymore, but let's try this one."

Kurt didn't know if singing with this talented young god was better or worse than singing on his own. But the song was fun and flirty and he fell into it naturally.

I really can't stay

But baby it's cold outside

This evening has been so very nice

I'll hold your hands, their just like ice

My mother will start to worry

Beautiful what's your hurry

My father will be pacing the floor

Listen to the fire place roar

So really I'd better scurry

Beautiful, please don't hurry

Maybe just half a drink more

Put some records on while I pour

They started moving around the room as they sang. Kurt surprised himself by feeling utterly comfortable singing with Blaine. Blaine's eyebrows had risen when he'd first heard Kurt sing and he'd smiled widely. Now he was getting into character, smiling flirtily and making like he was chasing Kurt around the room. Kurt grinned and kept just out of reach.

My sister will be suspicious

Gosh your lips look delicious

My brother will be there at the door

Waves upon the tropical shore

My maiden aunts mind is vicious

Ooh, your lips are delicious

But maybe just a cigarette more

They landed on the bed together, singing "Oh, but it's cold outside." As the notes trickled off, Blaine took Kurt's chin in his hand and looked into his eyes.

"Gosh, your lips look delicious," he whispered. He lowered his lips to Kurt's, gently tasting the soft skin, moaning lightly at the contact.

He felt Kurt raise his hand to touch his face and they both shuddered. Slowly, Blaine kissed at Kurt's mouth, taking his lower lip between his own and sucking lightly. Kurt's breath trembled against his face as he released his lip. He looked at Kurt who stared at him under those long lashes and then leaned forward to place a kiss on Blaine's lips. Blaine felt his body roar at the innocent touch. There was something unbearably sweet about this man.

They parted, staring at one another. "Your lips are delicious," Blaine whispered.

Kurt blushed and smiled. "Maybe just one more," he said and leaned in to take Blaine's lips with his own. He wasn't all that experienced at kissing, but he figured it was all based on instinct. His instincts told him to brush his lips along Blaine's before tentatively tracing his flawless upper lip with his tongue. Blaine moaned and moved his mouth so he could capture Kurt's tongue in his mouth. Gently stroking their tongues together, Blaine moved his hands around to the small of Kurt's back, desire pushing him closer, until their bodies were up against each other. Kurt gasped and Blaine looked into his surprised and aroused eyes. Kurt was a virgin, there was no denying that fact, Blaine realized. He couldn't just seduce him right here. Shit, he thought.

Softly, he kissed Kurt's full mouth once, twice, a third time, before moving away.

"Too much of a good thing," Blaine muttered, grabbing his bag. "I'll see you tomorrow? I'll talk to the Warbler's and set up an audition for you."

"Okay," Kurt said, his eyes still wide and sparkling. He got up and followed Blaine to the door.

"Have a good night, gorgeous. Think of me," Blaine said, unable to help flirting as he stepped out.

"I will," Kurt whispered and smiled at the surprised look on Blaine's face before shutting the door.

Did he just say he would think of him, Blaine asked himself. Yes, he did indeed. Wow. What a beautiful, mysterious, and incredibly hot guy. This year was looking up considerably, Blaine thought and smiled as he made his way to his dorm.