They hadn't been on a proper date. They had been dating for two months, but there hadn't been any actual dates, which surprised Kurt because Blaine had always seemed like the type to take people out. Kurt wasn't upset about it though, not in the slightest. They spent so many nights cuddled on the couch watching movies or in the kitchen making dinner, and they were always so much fun and sometimes even downright romantic, that it never really crossed either of their minds. Until one day they were snuggling in Burt's recliner together watching The Bachlorette and it dawned on Kurt that they'd never gone out. When he mentioned it, slyly during a commercial break, Blaine looked shocked. Apparently it really never had crossed his mind. Before the commercial break was over Blaine made a solemn oath to take Kurt out in the near future, crossed heart and all, and they were soon cuddled back up.

The next Friday night, Blaine showed up at the door at exactly six o'clock with a bouquet of handpicked wildflowers. Kurt told him he really didn't have to go through the trouble -- they were just going to a movie -- and Blaine confessed that they were just out of his mom's garden, and that he was already helping her, so he just smuggled some out of her pile. Kurt rolled his eyes but giggled anyway, and kissed Blaine softly. He found a vase and set the flowers up on the kitchen island, after much arranging, and they left for the movie theater.

The movie was one of those cheesy romantic comedies where the girl and boy have been friends all their lives and they've both been in love with each other forever but had never realized it. Blaine and Kurt both knew the story, both because it was generic and overused and because they had kind of lived it for six months or so. So instead of watching, they just spent a lot of time kissing in the back row of the empty theater, taking occasional breaks to snack on popcorn (which Kurt had originally said no to, but caved when they walked up to concessions) and sip on their shared diet Pepsi.

After the movie, they went straight back to Kurt's house. Apparently it was date night for all because Burt and Carole were out as well, and Finn got dragged to Quinn's house to discuss prom-winning tactics.

They stepped into the dark foyer and slipped their shoes off by the door, laughing and talking loudly about how horrible the movie had been. Without having previously decided to, they made their way to Kurt's room.

Kurt turned on one of the bedside lamps and walked toward his closet, shrugging his jacket off. When he stepped back out, he turned gracefully and he almost ran into Blaine. They were standing not six inches away from one another, and neither of them moved out of the way. It was as if they were magnetic; drawn to one another and unable to move or even consider moving. They just stood there, both looking at the others' face.

Blaine leaned in, lingering for a moment to savor the feeling in his gut -- that excited, scary, 'whoa, I think I might throw-up but this is amazing' feeling that happened when he was with Kurt. He let his eyes wander over Kurt's face. Over his cheekbones and the fan of his eyelashes, the light freckles dusted across the bridge of his nose like far off stars, the gentle, glistening curve of his slightly parted lips and finally up to Kurt's eyes where he locked his own gaze. He blinked occasionally, but never looked away. Kurt had been watching him the entire time, entranced, but now Kurt's face was starting to color and he broke eye contact, looking down and smiling bashfully.

Blaine wanted to say something, but he didn't know what. He suddenly felt dopey, like his mind was made of mush and his tongue was made of jello, rendering him speechless. Somehow he got control of his hands, which he realized were held stiffly at his sides so as to avoid doing anything stupid with them, and slowly reached up with one hand to gently cup Kurt's jaw while the other arm wrapped around Kurt's waist, his hand cupping Kurt's hip firmly. He carefully tugged Kurt toward him and Kurt finally looked back up and into Blaine's bright eyes.

"Hey," Blaine whispered, a giant, goofy grin spreading across his face. He didn't feel stupid anymore. Something about taking hold of Kurt made him feel invincible and weightless.

"Hello," Kurt replied, his face reddening further and his smile widening.

Blaine leaned in further, letting his eyes fall shut and ghosting his lips over Kurt's. Kurt's breath hitched, but he made no move. He could hear Kurt's heart beating in his chest, or maybe it was his own. It was hard to tell with the butterflies in his stomach, beating their wings against his insides so hard he had a feeling his ribs would be bruised in the morning. He was afraid to do anything more, an irrational fear of Kurt having heart failure if he moved invading his mind.

"Let's dance," Kurt said, not moving at all and breaking through Blaine's fear.

"But we don't have any music," Blaine answered, also not moving, his forehead pressed against Kurt's.

"That's okay," Kurt said, pulling back slightly. "I'll lead." Kurt pulled Blaine to the center of the room, placing Blaine's left hand on his shoulder and his own right hand on Blaine's hip. The contact made Blaine shiver slightly. They clasped their free hands tightly and Kurt started humming.

Blaine's feet knew what they were doing before his brain did and he just let himself go along with it. Kurt was leading, after all, he just needed to follow along. After a few steps, he recognized the timing and smiled to himself.

"Kurt, are we waltzing?"

"Yes, my dear. We are waltzing. What, are you surprised?" Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes, a slightly mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I... Well, kind of, to be honest," Blaine laughed uncomfortably, unsure of whether Kurt would take his confession the wrong way.

"Didn't think a citizen of Lima could waltz, huh?" Kurt asked, the grin still there. Okay, good. So Kurt wasn't offended.

"I didn't think normal people knew how to waltz," Blaine answered taking a particularly dramatic step.

"Oh, Blaine Anderson, who are you talking to?" Kurt said, stopping abruptly.

Blaine bumped into Kurt, unable to stop without warning at such a close range, and Kurt wrapped both his arms around Blaine's waist, pulling him in tight. Blaine felt the heat from Kurt's body seep through his own clothes and he wrapped his arms around Kurt as well, burying his face in the crook of Kurt's neck.

"I know. You're anything but ordinary." Kurt still smelled vaguely of cologne, even as the day was coming to a close, and even though Blaine could hardly breathe, he didn't want to move. Everything was perfect and anything could shatter it, even the smallest thing. But Kurt pulled away a bit and took hold of both Blaine's hands, pulling him toward the bed. Kurt knelt on the mattress and reached over to turn off the single lamp while Blaine climbed up behind him.

"Don't fall asleep, Blaine," he said as they laid down on their sides next to one another. "My dad will kill us both if he comes home and we've fallen asleep on my bed."

"But we--" Blaine started and was shushed with one of Kurt's fingers.

"Yeah, but remember last time he found you in my bed? Not pretty." Blaine could see Kurt's smile, even in the dark.

"I'm always pretty, even when monstrously hungover," Blaine joked, scooting closer and slipping his left arm under Kurt's head.

"Haha," Kurt said, rolling his eyes and smoothing Blaine's curls from his forehead. He smiled again and dipped his head down to Blaine's chest, pressing his nose into Blaine's shirt and taking a deep breath. "Thank you for tonight, Blaine."

"Of course," Blaine answered, pressing a kiss to the top of Kurt's head. "You deserve the world, and I'm going to try and give you any little bit I can, even if it's just a movie."

"Oh, it was a terrible movie, wasn't it? But I appreciate the sentiment. Also, making out in the back row wasn't so horrible." Kurt giggled into Blaine's chest and grabbed a fistful of his shirt, wanting to be closer but not sure how to go about it.

"Yeah, I suppose that part wasn't too bad," Blaine smiled. He slipped his free arm over Kurt's body and pulled him as close as he possibly could, kissing the top of Kurt's head again. "Why'd you turn out the light, anyway?" He asked.

"I..." Kurt stopped almost before he had started, faltering but not pulling away from Blaine's chest. "Sometimes I just want to know what it'll feel like someday, when we can lie next to each other in the dark and not have to worry about anyone." The air was still, as if Kurt had stopped breathing.

"Oh, Kurt. Me too, honey." This boy was something else and Blaine would be damned if he ever let him go.