When Kurt had asked Blaine to prom as friends he'd meant it, but by the end of the evening something had shifted. The kiss on the cheek Kurt had bestowed on his date after dropping him off on his doorstep had been a little too close to Blaine's lips to be classified as strictly platonic.�

Ever since, their encounters had been colored with flushed cheeks, glances stolen through eyelashes, and shy smiles. The fluttery feeling seemed to have permanently settled in the pit of his stomach and everything felt... tense, between them. Not bad-tense, just anticipatory - like they were hoping, waiting�for something to happen.

And that afternoon Kurt had decided he was tired of waiting. He was sure, more than sure now, of the way he felt, and he was ready to take the risk of finding out if Blaine felt the same.

They had been sitting on the sofa with a careful bit of distance between them for almost an hour now, and Kurt had long since stopped paying attention to the movie playing out on the tv in front of them. Instead, he kept glancing over at Blaine, heart drumming in his chest. Okay. Okay. He could do this. He took a breath, wet his lips, and reached over to lightly rest his hand atop Blaine's.

He kept his gaze fixed carefully straight ahead, just waiting, and then he felt it... the flexing of Blaine's fingers as he tangled them with Kurt's. Kurt smiled.

Afterwards, he never could remember what movie they'd been watching. He could only remember the way it had felt to hold his soon-to-be boyfriend's hand for the first time.