"No, no really, we have to work, Blaine." Kurt forced himself to sit up and place his book back on his lap. Blaine had just been dancing, forcing his best friend to join him, limbs flailing around aimlessly, thudding against each other's bodies and into random pieces of furniture. His face was tinted red slightly, a clump of hair leaning down over his face, free from the holding lock of hair spray. 

"But Kurt-" Blaine started.

"Don't you even dare break out the pout, Mr. Anderson." Kurt fixed the loose hair and twisted it back into the rest as Blaine slumped down next to him on his couch, leaning in a little too close and twisting his head so that it was laying on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt swallowed, hands fidgeting against the top of his book. 

"But Kurt!" 

"If I hear one more ‘but Kurt,'" Kurt started, leaving the tail end hanging in the air and flipping his Calculus book open. He let his eyes flicker once, but otherwise kept his gaze down as he kept turning pages. 

"Well maybe I'm not talking about the right kind of butts, then." Kurt snorted, not looking up as Blaine sat himself up again. "We both know you desperately want to talk about my butt." The hand holding his pencil jerked so hard that it cluttered to the ground and rolled under the coffee table. Kurt's face was frozen, staring down at the page, and then looking up at him in shock. 

As his bottom lip fluttered, Blaine's expression flickered from teasing to shock. "Wait."

Kurt made himself chuckle, his neck red as he rubbed his hand along it and leaning down to pick up his pencil off of the floor. Blaine was silent, and Kurt just did his homework, forcing himself to just keep finishing problem after problem and just not look at him.

And then Blaine was laughing. 

He was laughing. 

"Oh my god, Kurt," he started, and Kurt couldn't help himself and he glanced up. Blaine was red in the face too, and he almost felt sick. "You like me don't you?" 

"Wha- no!" Kurt's blush gave him away though, and Blaine's grin grew. He wasn't laughing anymore, and Kurt didn't know which way was worse. His mouth kept twitching as if he were trying to keep a larger smile at bay, as if that were possible with the size of his grin at the moment. Kurt flushed darker as he realized that Blaine was probably embarrassed, and why would anyone like him back anyways? 

"You do!" Kurt wished he could disappear into his Calculus book as Blaine chuckled. "I can't believe this!" 

"Okay, okay, yeah!" Kurt hissed out. "Yeah, I like you okay, but could you not make me feel bad about it? I know you probably don't like me or whatever, so just please be nice about it." 

He missed the way Blaine stopped dead, his face the very definition of shock. He missed the moment of hesitation as his eyes flickered down and up again. He also missed how Blaine reached both hands out to grab him by the face and twist his head just that little bit until it was too late and Blaine was kissing him. He inhaled sharply through his nose, but Blaine just scooted forward, tilting his neck at a better angle to slot their lips together. 

Kurt didn't know what to do with his hands. They laid limp by his sides as Blaine stayed, kissing him, little pecks and then staying still, holding their heads together, making it hard to breath. Eventually, they raised up to curl into his hair, sticking with gel but god he didn't care. All he cared about was the fact that Blaine was finally kissing him, and he had kissed him first. It was better than every dream he'd had about this (there were plenty) and Blaine felt so incredibly real, moving gently against his mouth.

Blaine pulled away with a pop and leaned his forehead against Kurt's, pecking him a couple more times and leaving his hand on Kurt's hip. His fingers wiggled, rubbing soft circles against the skin when he let it slide under Kurt's shirt. 

"I don't know what you're talking about Kurt, or who you've been talking to," Blaine muttered, pulling back and gazing at Kurt through his dark lashes at him. "But I am just crazy about you." Kurt giggled as Blaine moved in for another kiss, letting his face fall into Blaine's neck. 

"That rhymed." Was all he said when Blaine pulled back to stare at him. 

There was a pause and then Blaine chuckled, kissing Kurt again and Kurt just let himself fall into a laying position on the couch, and Blaine situated himself on top of his body gently. He actually let himself fall in more ways than one that moment, and Blaine was there for both.

They kissed, first innocent touches of lips, then slow exploring kisses, with hints of tongue, until the door opened right behind them and Burt walked in. He was holding a pile of mail, and when he saw the two teens, one on top of the other, just kept walking, flipping through the envelopes. The boys, frozen in shock, swore they could hear him mutter "it's about time," as he walked up the stairs to watch TV.