Thanks so very much for the reviews and favorites! It really means a lot! Sorry about the wait, I kind of have a lot going on right now. Well, this is the second installment, I hope you enjoy it and please review!

(And I do not own glee, which makes me terribly sad).

Beep . . . Beeep . . . BEEEEP! "Oh, just shut up! What's a guy got to do to get some sleep around here?" Kurt stopped himself as he realized that it was time for school. Not time to get up and get ready for school, but time for first period to begin. Oh, cheeseballs, he thought as he glanced at his utterly useless alarmclock on his bedside table. He sat up and looked around his still, quiet room. It was just the day before that he had been on top of Blaine, loving him desperately. After David had ruined the mood, however, they had put their shirts back on and Blaine had helped Kurt with his homework. "Like the angel his is . . ." sighed Kurt as he got up and dressed. There was no point in rushing—he would be late no matter what.

Kurt rubbed his sleepless eyes and remembered his night of tossing and turning, mind ever on the topic of Blaine, replaying the night over and over again, asking himself if he and Blaine were officially "together" or not. They had kissed—that much he knew for sure. And their feelings for each other were obviously reciprocated. As Kurt gazed into the mirror, looking at the already boring-looking Dalton uniform and reassured himself. The feelings are reciprocated. He does love me back. So, today at lunch, I will officially ask him out. Kurt was proud of his courage, the courage that Blaine had given him.

When he was finally ready and strode down the hall, it was already second period. Surprisingly, Kurt's courage didn't dwindle in the slightest as he waited for lunchtime to arrive. After second period, as he was scooching through the halls trying not to get jostled by all the boys running around through the school, so sure that his courage would last, he heard a muffled,

"Kurt? Kurt, is that you? Hey—wait up, buddy! Where were you first hour?" He froze at the familiar voice coming from behind him. No, no, no. He felt his raw courage crumbling. Blaine rushed up to Kurt as he turned around shakily to face Blaine. Oh, oh, oh, what do I do? What do I do? "Kurt, where were you first hour? David told me last hour that you weren't there," he repeated, putting a hand on Kurt's shoulder, making him jump. Blaine had a startled look on his face and removed his hand. His face darkened as he seemed to realize something important. "I—I'm sorry, Kurt. I didn't realize . . ." Blaine looked like he was about to start bawling. "I'm so sorry about . . . last night. I didn't know that's not what you wanted. I just-"

"Geez, just shut up, will you, Blaine?" Kurt didn't care about the other boys in the hall. He would sooner die than have Blaine misunderstand just how he truly felt about yesterday. "Here I am trying to ask you out properly, and you're just making it so much harder!" Kurt inwardly slapped himself for letting Blaine make him so emotional. But he knew what he wanted, and that was Blaine. Seeing Kurt's face redden made Blaine smile a little, although he didn't quite know why.

"Of course, Kurt. I'd love to go on a date with you." Inwardly, Blaine heaved a sigh of relief and passion. So, he doesn't regret yesterday. Blaine took both of Kurt's hands in his and squeezed them as his heart began to thump rapidly. What was it about Kurt that made him so giddy with child-like love? Everything. There wasn't a thing about him that turned Blaine off.

The red in Kurt's face lightened as his face brightened with an ear-to-ear smile that he failed epicly at trying to hide.

"Re—really? I mean . . . ok, um, . . . meet me at my room at six tonight?"

"I'll be there." It was then and only then that Kurt could finally tear his gaze away from Blaine and take stock of the people in the hallway around him . . . or the lack thereof. How could I fail to hear the final bell? The hall was as empty as a desert at noon, with no one but the two lovers fully engrossed in each other's presence. Shoot! Third period has already started and I somehow managed to miss the bell—again! How does that happen to a person?

"Class has already started, so I'll walk you to your class and just tell the teacher that you got lost and I was just showing you around. This is only your first week here at Dalton, after all." Again with that breath-stealing smile. He seemed completely unfazed by the fact that they were late for class, while Kurt was practically hyper-ventilating.

"Okay. Thanks." Kurt melted as he turned to walk towards his French class with Blaine beside him, clinging gently to his hand.

It only took a few steps in silence for Blaine to lose all bodily control and get as close to Kurt as humanly possible without knocking him over and unlatched his hand from Kurt's only to string his arm securely around Kurt's hips. He leaned his face over and kissed Kurt's soft, warm cheek.

Kurt spun his face to meet Blaine's lips, not missing a beat. When their lips touched, they stopped walking as they became lost in each other's distinctive and lovely taste. Well, at least we won't be lying to the teacher when we tell her that I got lost, Kurt thought as he pressed his lips harder to Blaine.

Then as Kurt ran out of breath, he remembered where he was, on account of him hearing a noise. He could have sworn he heard a door unlatch, open, and then close again. But how can that be? I didn't hear any footsteps. . . The sudden onslaught of fear of getting caught kissing Blaine in the hallway was enough to make Kurt break the kiss and start walking again. He realized that there was no one in the hallway now, but was desperate to find who had been so a little while before. His pace quickened as he assumed the best thing to do would be to go straight to class with no more fooling around.

Blaine seemed to remember that they had to hurry to class as well, but clearly didn't seem to have heard the door open and close in the hallway. He caught up to Kurt and grabbed his sweaty hand in his. Kurt couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the day.

Then, finally, it was four o' clock. Time to get ready. As Kurt stood shakily in front of his closet, he shuddered and hugged himself. Why is it so cold in here? he thought. He turned and briskly walked over to his bedside table, pulling a box of matches from the drawer and going around the room, lighting all the candles he could find. It was a sorry attempt to make the room a little warmer, but Kurt just loved the smell—it helped to calm his nerves (he was also just a sucker for the lemon lavendar scent).

He also loved the way a darkened room looked when it was lit up with nothing but the gleaming glow of the candles. It's like I'm standing in the middle of the sky, he sighed, turning off the light to get the full effect of the candles in darkness. Then, feeling utterly stupid, he flipped the switch back on, realizing that he needed the light to see so he could pick out what to wear.

It has to be something sexy, but not desperate, he decided, even though I am desperate for Blaine. And after trying on many outfit combinations in his mind, he concluded that a simple but elegant theme of dress would be the best, choosing a lush black sweater with silver tinsel delicately woven in, and slightly tight black pants, with silver shoes that shone in the flickering candlelight.

Just as he was confident that his hair couldn't possibly look more perfect, he heard a knock on his door and practically peed his pants, fearing for his life that Blaine had already arrived. Kurt was not yet mentally ready for Blaine's flawless presence quite yet.

"Kurt, it's me. Open up, buddy. I think you need to hear this." Hearing Wes's somewhat concerned and serious voice only made Kurt more worrisome. He practically ran to the door and flung it open, oh-so-close to beheading a stuned Wes on the other side.

"What? What is it? Wes?" Kurt spat at Wes's hesitation. He was officially in panic mode now, although he didn't quite understand why.

"Look, it's just that, well, I know you and Blaine were going on a date tonight—(Blaine's having a heart attack trying to figure out what kind of clothes turn you on the most—suspenders, perhaps?)—but it just so happened that when I was listening to the radio in my room—(trying to drown out Blaine's whining)—and the weather report came on, and we're snowed in. So . . . I'm afraid you won't be going anywhere with Blaine tonight (I would have told him, but I just couldn't bring myself to. . .). I'm really sorry." Wes added as he saw the heartbroken droop in Kurt's eyes. He looked past Kurt into his room and noticed all the bright lights. It kinda reminded him of a festival.

"Wow, Kurt. What's with all the candles? It does look pretty sweet though, I gotta admit." He smiled, trying to lighten the mood. Praise grilled cheesus Kurt could take a hint, even if Wes didn't know he was giving him one. His eyes lit up as his devious little fashionista mind just hatched the mother-of-all plans.

"Get out. Now!" Kurt yelled, but not in a condescending tone of voice. He was rather giddy, but needed to rush, fearing he was almost out of time.

"But—"

"No! It's okay! Tell Blaine to take his time, and that the date is still on for tonight!" Oh, he could've slapped himself for saying "date" so loudly and enthusiastically in the dorm. "I have an idea, but I'm going to need your and David's help to make it work. You in?" Wes's sly fox smile slid onto his face. Wes was curious as he nodded and leaned in to hear Kurt's plan. Kurt looked both ways down the hall to make sure no one was listening in, and then he told Wes the plan.

"Why, but of course, little Kurty." And with that Wes skipped away to get David quickly so as to avoid Kurt's reaction to his calling him "Kurty". Kurt tsked loudly but then turned to his room and closed the door. It was five o' clock already, and he had to make sure that everything was perfect and in place by six sharp.

Blaine was skeptical as he walked slowly down the hall to Kurt's room, heart pounding so hard that he was surprised to find that he hadn't just run a marathon. He gulped desperately, trying to retain his cool. Epic fail. He held the modest bouquet of white roses to his chest as he softly knocked on the door with his clean knuckles.

"Come in", was the immediate reply. Blaine gently turned the doorknob to reveal . . . the night sky. Or at least that's what it looked for all the world to be. The candles were numerous and glowing, the only source of light in the room. Besides Kurt, that is. Blaine stepped through the entryway, closing the door behind him, not wanting anyone else to even get a glimpse of the spectacular scene. He admitted he was selfish. He wanted Kurt all to himself. Then his eyes were fully adjusted and he was able to fully take in how Kurt looked. He's . . . beautiful, he thought, for lack of a better word. Blaine noticed Kurt walking towards him, the already-familiar sway of his hips filling Blaine's mind with a passion no one else had ever made Blaine feel.

Kurt stopped just in front of Blaine, taking in his outfit. He stifled a little amused laugh. Blaine must be the one for me. He has to be. Kurt's face glowed as his eyes greedily took in Blaine's ensemble. He was donning a black collared shirt with a sexy, thin silver tie, skinny black (did he mention skinny?) jeans, and polished gray shoes (great minds really do think alike, don't they?). Kurt decided that Blaine looked just like a star himself.

"Hi," Kurt said shyly, breaking the quiet. "I like you outfit," he giggled.

"Hi, Kurty." Blaine's smile glowed even more brightly in the darkish room. "I like you outfit, too." Silence, then, "I, um, I brought you a little something," and he delicately held out the small bouquet of pristine ivory rose buds to Kurt.

"Oh! Thank you so much!" Kurt took them in his hands. How thoughtful can you get? "They'll need some water. I'll be right back." He grinned as he walked off to the bathroom to put the flowers in a cup until he could go out and find a proper vase. When Kurt exited the bathroom, he noticed Blaine gawking at the scene before him. Kurt tried and failed (as usual) at hiding his giggle. Blaine spun around.

"Is this . . . for us?" he asked tentatively, stroking his tie. Gosh, did that silly little motion get Kurt's blood a-rushin'.

"Just you and me, baby." Kurt nodded his head in affirmation. "Since we couldn't go out because of the weather, I figured this was the next best alternative. You like?" he asked as he sidled up to Blaine and wrapped his arms around his neck, hips swaying ever-so-slightly. Blaine placed his palms on those bony hips, silently begging him to stop doing these things that laced his mind with dirty thoughts.

"I love." Blaine smiled as he rubbed noses with Kurt, his little romantic genius.

"Shall we?" Kurt offered, sitting down at the round little table with a simple-yet-elegant red tablecloth smoothed over the wooden surface. There were two tall candles alight in the center, surrounded by a ring of red roses and yellow daffodils, an unusual but simply gorgeous combination (he decided then and there that roses and daffodils were now his two favorite kinds of flowers). His eyes scanned over the perfectly placed table setting for two. The food was already there—spaghetti and meatballs (of course) and sparkling grape juice to drink. Kurt noticed that Blaine was just sitting there, staring and not eating, and asked, slightly worried,

"Is this okay? Do you not like spaghetti?"

"No, I love spaghetti." But he meant to say—"I love you". He forced a smile as he picked up his fork and began to chow down. He was almost moved to tears by Kurt's romantic skills, seeing as how spaghetti was, in fact, the only proper food to have on an official first date. He never failed to charm Blaine in every way possible. And I'd sooner have pigs fly then to not make this the most perfect first date Kurt will ever have. Blaine was determined.

Oh, sweet gumdrops, Kurt remembered shortly after beginning to eat, I completely forgot that I suck at eating long noodles. Here Kurt had tried so hard to make everything perfect, and wanting a type of dinner that would be easy to eat, but David simply insisted upon spaghetti being the main course, saying it was, "the only proper food for a first official date, y'know?", and Wes sternly agreed. And considering the night wouldn't have even happened if it weren't for their help, Kurt let them make the pasta . . . oh, but he really shouldn't have.

The long noodles hung out of his mouth as he tried desperately to get them all in before Blaine noticed. But in his attempt the saucy noodles whacked him in the nose and chin, making Kurt's face literally a tomato-red colour.

"Pffft." Kurt immediately looked up to see a blushing Blaine with his hand pressed firmly over his mouth, trying to keep from laughing. Oh, no no no, oh Bambi, no. He did not just see all that. Kurt panicked so bad he froze up and was certain he was going to keel over and die right then and there. Then Blaine ceased his delicious laughter (Kurt had to admit it was delicious, even if he was embarrassed to death), stood up, and came over to Kurt, pushing his chair so Kurt was facing him. Then a sly smile cut across his features as he straddled Kurt's lap and latched his fingers to Kurt's hair. And then Kurt was sure that he had just died.

"I got it, honey," whispered Blaine as he opened his mouth to lick all the sauce off of Kurt's face. Kurt, who had been utterly frozen and unable to move before now, was finally able to breathe. He leaned into Blaine's every touch, every soft, gentle lick. Gosh, what this boy could do to Kurt, both mentally and physically, was un-be-lieveable.

He closed his eyes and laid his arms around Blaine's waist, keeping him close. When Blaine finished and pulled his face away from Kurt's and gazed into his eyes, Kurt experienced an entirely new sensation. He could feel all of his warmth; all the heat in his heart slowly travel up his body and into his cheekbones. What a feeling! He had told himself (and Blaine) that he loved him before, but it wasn't until now that he was absolutely certaine that what he truly felt was love. Oh, but this was it. This was love.

Kurt beamed at Blaine and tightened his arms around him, making Blaine practically fall on top of Kurt and almost making the chair tip over backwards.

"Whoa there, Kurtsie. I don't want you getting hurt, now." But Blaine smiled as well and wrapped his arms around Kurt's neck. He moved in slowly, and savored every taste of Kurt's rosy lips.

I never ever want to lose you, was all they could think as their lips danced.

Now, Wes wasn't one for spying. That was usually David's thing. But he couldn't help just "happening" to walk past Kurt's room during the date. In all honesty, he just wanted to make sure there wasn't any commotion coming from within, signaling a problem of some sort. But when he turned the corner, he noticed that there was already someone outside Kurt's door, feverishly listening in. But it wasn't David. This made Wes panic. He sent David and S.O.S. text and galloped up to the intruder. As he got nearer, he realized who it was.

It was a boy of average height, with a very dark brown shaggy mop of hair. He was heavy-set, but utterly handsome and quite the ladies' man. It was Bullwark. Eric Bullwark. Wes cursed under his breath. What is his interest in Kurt? He wasn't even into guys . . . unless . . . This wasn't going to be good. He loudly cleared his throat, making Eric squeal like the pig he was as he spun on his heel to face Wes.

"Excuse me, but what is it that you are doing?" Wes asked in as polite a tone as he could muster. Ain't no one gonna mess with his Kurty and his little Blainey boy-toy. Not on his life.

"Oh, um . . ." Eric twiddled his thumbs, looking flustered. "It's just that . . ." Wes looked expectantly at him, waiting not-so-patiently with arms crossed. For a legit answer. "Kurt just said he would help me with my French, that's all. But I guess he's busy, so I'll just come by later." He forced a sheepish smile and walked quickly past Wes and disappeared down the hall.

"Is that so?" Wes said to himself, highly suspicious, as he walked briskly over to David's room.

Well, that's it! I hope you thought it was good! I'll try to put the new chapter up soon! Thanks again! And please review!