HEY GUYS! okay, so here goes. I'd like to welcome you to the adventures of Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel. Tell me what you think, this is my first ever GLEE fanfiction, and i couldnt have chosen a better couple to write it on :)

props for Klaine.

BTW, if you haven't seen 'Silly Love Songs' yet, you are dead to me. Go watch. now.

Disclaimer: if i owned glee, i would be writing a script not a fanficiton.

Since the moment that Kurt had confessed his valentine wishes to Blaine, he couldn't get it off of his mind. The fashionable countertenor had taken the smaller boy's heart out of Jeremiah's cold unwelcoming hands and given it a light squeeze, sending it all a flutter once again. The scene in the coffee shop was played on repeat in his curl clad head. No one but Kurt Hummel could make confessing a crush seem as easy as tying your shoes. The words had eloquently slipped off of his tongue and crashed into Blaine's ears waiting for a response. Luckily, Blaine was fluent at the language of stupid unthinking dork and could barely respond in any form (whether it had been just a slip of drool or a well formed, overly gushy and romantic confession of his strong liking for Kurt).

Every night since the 'coffee conundrum' Blaine Anderson had stood in front of his mirror for exactly 23 minutes practicing saying what he had really felt for the 16 year old boy.

"Kurt," Blaine begun, a small drip of sweat falling from his forehead. "I like you. Like, I like you...like a lot." His fuzzy brows met in the center of his head as he licked his lips.

"Too teeny-bopper." Blaine's eyes drifted to the neon green post-it note stuck on the top right corner of his mirror. Courage. That one simple word had gotten him through so many days no matter how much he wanted to just shut himself in his room. Kurt's curly scrawl and florescent paper had been gracefully stuck to the mirror for almost two months now and Blaine knew the two shared a special bond over the seven letter word.

His olive eyes scanned over the screen of his phone-no messages. The time was 7: 13 pm and Blaine knew he would have to give up soon and start doing his physics assignment. Friday or not, no one wanted homework on the weekend…no matter how little of a social life you had. This was a daily struggle for the warbler extraordinaire; Kurt or homework?

Kurt.

Always Kurt.

He cleared his throat and turned his attention back to his reflection. "Kurt, I know we just met but I think- ARGH. Kurt, I like you. NO." His face showed nothing but utter fear and denial. I just can't do it. He thought to himself. Kurt Hummel or no Kurt Hummel I cannot say what I feel about anything. I'm a terrible person and I should just die for being so tacky. So he was a little overdramatic but after all, Blaine was spending a LOT of time with Kurt recently so who could really blame him?

"Mr. Hummel, I have a confession to make. I am indeed very fond of your perfectly coifed chestnut locks and bright eyes. With you please do me the honor of returning the fondness and being my…" He knew how overly formal that was, but 'Dapper Blaine' was just fulfilling his name. It was now 7: 21 and the second youngest child of Mr. and Mrs. Anderson was ready to give up. There was always tomorrow or the next day. It wasn't like he was never going to see Kurt again.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Silly Love Songs had begun blasting from the small speaker on the side of his iphone and Blaine ran over to his bed, fixing his mess of hair and straightening his blue and red tie for the thousandth time that night. Somehow he managed to not trip over his exceedingly large pile of shoes, laundry and homework on his way there. Blaine cleared his dry throat before answering the phone.

"Hello?"

"Blaine! It's me, Kurt." He could almost visualize the boys pink lips spreading into a smile as he spoke. He could have made a remark about the fact that it wasn't the 90's anymore and there was such a thing as caller I.D. of course he knew it was Kurt…it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Kurt had a personalized ring tone on Blaine's phone. Not at all.

"Hey Kurt!" sound cool. Sound natural Blaine. 'What'cha up to?" okay, maybe that was a little too chill.

"Can you come over?" Kurt rushed through his words sounding worried that his hobbit of a love interest would decline.

"Do you seriously think I have anything better to do?" Blaine let out a shaky laugh. "Of course Kurt, like I said, I'll always be right there when you need me."

"Don't go all mentor on me Mr. Anderson, I simply wanted to see my friend. Is that not allowed?" Blaine could hear the bitch voice slipping into Kurt's words as he attempted to be diva. However, Blaine knew Kurt well enough to know that the stand-offish diva was only a mask. The real Kurt Hummel was a compassionate, loving and extremely sarcastic person.

"Not to sound rude, but uhm-Kurt, shut up. I'll be there in within the hour." Shaking his head, the now smiling boy went to end the call, but heard a voice calling out from the other line.

"Don't go! My Dad and Carole are upstairs watching a movie and being all sickeningly lovey dovey newlyweds and it makes me sick." He could hear the laugh that danced off of the immaculately dressed boy's words and Blaine had a strong urge to glue his phone to his ear-just so he could talk to Kurt.

"Where's Finn?"

"Football…or at a girls." Blaine laughed alongside Kurt. And he didn't notice the fact that their laughs harmonized with each others, one light and soft, the other hearty and full of hope. Blaine didn't notice that at all.

"Okay, okay." Blaine smiled. I'll call you back in a minute though allright? I have to grab my coat, shoes and other necessary items."

"Take your time."

Blaine raced his shaking finger across the screen of his phone. Tonight was the night. This was it. With one final glance at his mirror Blaine grabbed the nearest pair of shoes (hoping Kurt wouldn't object to them) and was out the door.

Courage. Blaine repeated his mantra as he walked out of his room, muttering to himself he passed by many of his fellow warblers who honestly in this moment, he didn't give a shit about.

~oOo~

Kurt stuck his hairspray covered head out the door of his basement abode. "Dad?"

He heard a mumble of acknowledgement from his father's general area and decided it was okay to continue. "Blaine's coming over." The TV muted. Burt Hummel's semi-bald head turned to face his overly flamboyant son. "What time is it?" Looking at his phone the boy responded "seven thirty…eig-nine." Kurt let out a nervous laugh and Burt's blue eyes were swimming with confusion.

"Isn't it kind of late?"

"I'm not four dad." Kurt rolled his blue-green eyes.

"okay, but curfew is still ten."

Curfew, really? I mean at Dalton the curfew isn't until eleven. Even then it isn't regularly enforced. Ever since he had begun to board at the all boy's academy Kurt had felt his father's had grown stricter and stricter. When he was back at McKinley the fashionista could return home at 12: 30 and no one would give a damn.

"Seriously dad?" Kurt scrunched up his nose. This was a habit he had learned from his mother, and every time he pulled out the nose Kurt knew his dad would cave.

"Do you want to make it 9:30?" …what? "Burt, he has a point. Finn's curfew isn't until 11. Give him some time with Blaine." Finally! A reasonable opinion. Kurt started to thank Carole as his phone began to vibrate in his hands. The small smile on the countertenor's face erupted into a full on goofy grin as he lifted his phone to his ear. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his father mouth 'eleven.' Thank you Carole! The sound was un-muted and the sounds of inception drifted through the main floor.

"Hello?" Kurt stifled a small giggle as he walked into the kitchen. Absentmindedly, he opened and shut the cupboard directly to his left.

"I'm driving." Rolling his eyes, the younger boy responded "And I'm standing." Both the boys let out a small laugh at the attempted joke. It wasn't as bad as his coal mine incident, but they both knew Kurt needed to work on his 'blatant' humor. "oh ha-ha Kurt, aren't you the little jokester!" Blaine continued talking with the porcelain faced boy, confirming his address and going over the slightly confusing directions to his house. It wasn't until about 10 minutes later that Kurt heard what was playing in the background.

"Are you seriously listening to the wicked soundtrack Blaine?" Kurt walked over to the basement door and took the first step down shutting the door quietly behind him. Blaine purposefully ignored the question.

"So I had an idea for a new song we could do, I was hoping maybe we could look over it tonight. It supports you and me for main leads heavily." His cheery voice drifted through his ears, taking over the spots in Kurt's brain dedicated to things like vogue, trends in fashion and music. When Blaine was talking, he was hypnotized.

"O-okay." Blaine wants to sing a duet with me? I must be dreaming! Pinching his skin, the fair boy left a little red mark on his forearm.

"Unless you don't want to I mean I can totally understand if you aren't ready to take on the responsibilities of a warblers solo…"

"Shut u-"

Kurt could hear the sound of tires swiveling in the background. The sound of rubber trying to catch against the cold pavement echoed through his ears. There was a thud as the older boys phone was thrown across the car, hitting the door opposite him. A loud and painful crash deafened Kurt as he stared at his phone in disbelief. The crash was quickly followed by the sound of something popping, and glass shattering. He heard one final thump-then silence. A hissing was barely audible, and he heard a muffled groan and a small whimper. There was breathing, but it was harsh, each intake sharp and short, each exhale was shaky and rough.

"Blaine?" Kurt's eyes widened as he waited for a response. "Blaine what's going on? What just happened?" He could feel the tears prickling in his eyes as he called out for his friend. "B-Blaine? Blaine where are you?" no answer. No sound. "BLAINE?" The now terrorized 16 year old started screaming at his phone and it was no help that the call cut short and the annoying persistent beeping was the only thing Kurt could hear.

Again, and again Kurt called out for Blaine, each time his voice got a little louder. Suddenly, his knee's gave out as he fall to the cold basement floor. "BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE! BLAINE!" Kurt called out to no one in particular, just wanting to hear the warm honey voice of his beloved Blaine. The basement door swung open as his dad and step-mother came running down the stairs.

"Kurt? What's wrong?" Mr. Hummel stopped in his tracks as he saw his son sobbing on the floor, shriveled up in a ball.

"Blaine?" Kurt called out again. His voice was small and dead sounding.

"….Kurt?"

The boys un-perfectly styled hair was ruined more as Kurt snapped his head up, and he looked his father in the eye. "I need to find Blaine." His voice was coated in salty tears as he wobbly stood up and ran for the stairs.

Out the door he ran, disregarding proper footwear and his coat. It was raining, a fact Kurt had not realized sooner. This was his fault. Blaine was hurt and it was all Kurt fault. Kurt's keys fumbled with the lock on his car door as he continuously called out for Blaine.

Blaine…