Kurt stretched and smiled as he came fully awake. He'd dreamed of Blaine and passionate kisses. If he had more time, he would continue to daydream about Blaine, physically. But it was time to get up and to his morning routine. He remembered when his mornings simply consisted of moisturizing and choosing an outfit. Then the illness kicked into high gear and took him down. He went to the small sink and looked in the mirror above it. Pulling his t-shirt off, he traced the long pink scar, glad it was fading. He was too grateful for his heart transplant to be upset at the size of the scar, but it was nice to be able to wear v-necks again without the constant stares. He shook out his medicines into a pile, anti-rejection meds, vitamins, other various things that kept him healthy. Kurt would do whatever he needed to in order to enjoy his life. He'd come too close to losing it to take advantage of his second chance. Blaine Anderson was part of that second chance. He grinned at himself in the mirror and traced his lips with a finger. He could remember all too clearly what it felt like to have Blaine's soft yet firm mouth against his own. Kurt closed his eyes and ran his fingers down his chest, his flat stomach and over the growing bulge in his pajama pants. There had been a time when he couldn't get aroused, when he'd been too sick to enjoy anything physical. That time was over and he looked forward to experiencing all of life, physical and otherwise. Continuing to touch himself, he thought of Blaine's golden eyes, his mouth that entranced Kurt to no end. There was something about Blaine's upper lip that made him feel hungry. He let the daydream take him over and slipped his hand inside his boxer briefs. The thought of Blaine touching him like this, caressing his hard length, over and over again made his head spin. Kurt's breath came in puffs as he stroked himself from top to bottom, licking his lips with a moan. His head kicked back and the pressure built quickly in his lower back and groin before spilling out as he came, warm jets hitting his stomach.

He grinned to himself as he cleaned up a moment later. If Blaine knew what he'd just done, he would tease him mercilessly. And yet the thought of what Blaine's expression might be, how it might just excite him; that thought made Kurt hope Blaine figured it out. At his last appointment, his cardiologist had told him that sex was okay, that all physical activity was acceptable as long as he could handle it. Did he want to have sex with Blaine, is that what his thoughts were getting at? Feeling the returning pleasure as he pulled up his skinny jeans, he nodded. Yes, he did. Someday.

B: Good morning, Kurt. Did you think about me?

Kurt grinned, hoping his teacher didn't notice his distraction.

K: Maybe. Did you think about me?

B: Absolutely.

K: Okay. What if I did think about you? What would you say?

B: I would want to know what you thought about.

K: I thought about your upper lip.

B: My upper lip, Kurt?

Kurt grinned. That would keep him on his toes.

K: Yes, Blaine, your upper lip. I quite like it.

B: Okay. Different, but okay. I like your mouth, especially the way it feels against mine.

Kurt took a deep breath. How to respond?

K: Ditto.

B: Ditto? That's all I get, Kurt? Fine. You have an audition with the Warblers tonight at 5pm at Dalton Hall. Want to talk about song choices after AiF? Say over a cup of coffee?

Kurt's stomach sank. An audition? This soon? He didn't think he was ready.

K: Ok. See you in class.

B: And Kurt? You'll do great. You have an amazing voice. Sorry I didn't tell you that yesterday. I was slightly distracted.

K: Thank you, Blaine.

Blaine thought he had an amazing voice? That was a compliment coming from someone who sounded like him.

When Blaine got to class that afternoon, he could tell Kurt was nervous. About the audition or about him, he wondered.

"What's up blue eyes?" he said, sitting down next to him.

"I don't think I'm ready for an audition," Kurt said quietly, his eyes wide with trepidation.

Blaine put his hand over Kurt's shaking one, needing to comfort him. There was something in him that couldn't handle this boys distress. "I'll be right there. You will do fantastic. The guys are all really nice and we'll find a song that you feel comfortable with."

Kurt looked at him oddly. "You are very sweet, you know that?"

"Sometimes," Blaine said with a wink.

After they were settled at the Spork with their coffees, they discussed song choices. Kurt wanted to do a Broadway number, but Blaine said a modern song would be better. After going through both of their playlists, they settled on Blackbird. It was a more sedate song, but would show Kurt's voice off to perfection. He'd sung it in his glee club in high school and knew it forward and backward. They went back to Kurt's room where he sang through it several times until they both agreed he was ready. Kurt's heart had started pounding at the close proximity with Blaine, but they both stayed on task and Kurt was grateful. One thing at a time.

At the audition, Kurt met Wes and David, the co-captains of the Warblers. They talked him through the process, how he would sing, then he would step out of the room as they discussed him. They might ask him to sing another song if needed, but then he would get an answer. The entire group would vote on his presence, majority rules.

Kurt nodded and took his place to begin the song. Blaine sat across from him, his smile encouraging. Kurt concentrated on his golden eyes and began singing. He lost himself in the notes and words, Blaine's presence comforting him more than he thought possible. The song ended and was met by polite applause. Wes showed Kurt to a couch outside the room and he sat, waiting nervously, for them to finish discussing him. He twisted his hands together and tried to come up with another song in case they asked him to sing again. He figured he would go for "Rose's Turn", even though Blaine had tried to dissuade him from a Broadway number. It was a fun song and he enjoyed the way he felt when he sang it.

Wes came back and waved Kurt into the room where Kurt took back his spot where he'd sung.

"Kurt, we were very happy with your choice of song. It really suits your range, which is quite unique, as I'm sure you are aware. We took a vote and it was unanimous, we'd like to offer you a spot with the Warblers. What do you think?" David said with a grin.

Kurt gaped at him. Unanimous? He was in? "Um, that, that would be great. Th-thank you," he stuttered.

Wes stood up and began clapping. "To Kurt, newest member of the Warblers!"

"To Kurt!" the group repeated and gave him a enthusiastic standing ovation. He looked at Blaine and saw he was grinning so wide it looked like his face would crack. Finally, Blaine walked over to him and grabbed him in a hug.

"I knew you could do it," he whispered in Kurt's ear.

Back at Kurt's room, they sat on the bed, looking at each other.

"Kurt, I know I am a flirt, but I hope you know, I really, really like you. I want to see you, like, officially," Blaine said, his gold eyes serious.

Kurt took a deep breath, his heart pounding. Thank god he had a new heart, he didn't think his old one could have kept up with Blaine or the way Blaine made him feel. Having his support through the audition practice, the amazing kiss, the way he made Kurt feel about himself. Making a decision to himself, he nodded.

"I would like that," he said softly.

Blaine grinned. "Really?" At Kurt's nod, he laughed. "I'm surprised how nervous I was just asking you that. How about we make it official?"

Kurt returned his smile. "How do we do that? Post it on Facebook?" he laughed.

"Hardly," Blaine said and leaned toward Kurt. "This is how we do it," he whispered against Kurt's lips and slanted their mouths together.

B: I'm glad you said yes, Kurt.

K: Me, too, Blaine. See you tomorrow?

B: Of course. Think of me.

K: You think of me.

B: Of course I will. I'm touching myself right now, thinking about you, Kurt.

Kurt groaned, reading the text, feeling his body respond. He couldn't help but torment him for his boldness. He grinned as he typed, then dropped the phone as he lost himself in another fantasy.

K: Me, too, Blaine.