Disclaimer: I do not own Glee D:

A/N: So, Glee is my new obsession, and ever since the start, Kurt has been my favorite character. Kurt needs something to go his way, doesn't he? He's like, the only character that hasn't been in a relationship yet. That needs to change. MAN UP AND ASK HIM OUT, BLAINE! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!

Anyways, just something I thought up a little while back that I thought I'd finally get around to writing. Short, just a few chapters, but I hope you enjoy~

Blaine.

Why wouldn't the boy just get off his mind already? After Valentine's Day, it was obvious to Kurt that they would just stay friends. But… Kurt wanted more. He sighed, lovesick, and pulled out a small, black notebook with a vivid red pen stuck between the clasp that held the book shut, and the pages. Gently, he pushed the pen up, and grabbed it from the top, pulling it out, before letting open the clasp and flipping to the center pages. He sighed, watching doodles of hearts and words (Including his and Blaine's name) fly by his eyes as he flipped through the pages. Sighing happily, he rested his elbow in his lap and his head in his hand, daydreaming.

Hands wrapped around Kurt's waist as he leaned against the door to his dorm, curly hair brushed against his forehead, and he looked up at the hazel eyes before his own, a smile creeping onto his face. A hand moved from his waist and reached up, fingers gently brushing against his cheek, a wide grin on the other boys face.

"Kurt…" was the only thing Kurt heard before a pair of lips brushed against his, leaving a gently kiss behind. Kurt could feel his heart racing so fast, it felt as thought it was going to pop out of his chest. He could do nothing but smile, and without thinking, move his hands to wrap around the other boy's black curls.

"Blaine…" he squeezed his fingers in his hair, and pulled his head closer to his own, taking a step away from the door in order to press his body completely up against the other boys. Their lips smashed together, as the two gently kissed each other. Compared to the only other kisses Kurt had ever had, this… this was better than fireworks. This was wonderful, magnificent, better than he'd ever imagined. He never knew that so much love and emotion could be put into a single kiss.

Pulling back a bit, Kurt brushed some of Blaine's messy curls away from his face, and then rested his forehead against the others.

"I love you, Kurt."

Kurt sighed, snapping out of his day dream. What he would do to actually here those words come out of the other boy's mouth. He let out a sigh, his face smiling, and his pen moving in his hand, scribbling on the paper. Without realizing it, he had begun doodling Blaine's smiling face on a page in his notebook. It didn't look all that good, but it was in pen, what could you expect? Besides, Kurt specialized in singling and acting. Not art. He smiled down at the picture, when he heard footsteps coming into the common room, and he snapped his book shut, relaxing and brushing his hair away the way he always did.

"Hey Kurt~" Kurt looked up to see Wes smiling down at him. "What cha writtin'?" Kurt looked down, not wanting to look up at the others face as he could feel a small blush rising at the thought of Wes telling his best friend on what Kurt had written all throughout that small black journal. 'Crap crap CRAP. He's Blaine's best friend… not to mention, he's got a pretty big mouth… can't let him see this…' He gently placed both of his hands on the cover of the journal resting in his lap, casting a small smile at his friend.

"Just looking over some of my American History notes is all…" Ya, Kurt's face was definitely bright red now. And just his luck, this was Wes here, and Wes seemed to know just about everything.

"Ahh, is that all?" Wes circled around the back of the chair, his hand tracing the gentle leather. "Then you wouldn't mind if I did… this?" He snapped the book from Kurt's hands, and flipped through it, eyes wide and a mischievous grin on his face. All Kurt could do was gasp the other boys name, and try to reach to grab his journal back.

"Wes, give it back! Please!" Wes just ignored the other boy, and continued flipping through each page, examining all the little hearts, words, and doodles. A few times Kurt could have sworn he heard quiet chuckles coming from his fellow Warbler, and his face just reddened more as he proceeded to ask for the return of his notebook. Damn, did Wes and David have to ruin everything?

"Oh God, I've got to show this to David!" Wes turned heel, and headed towards the door, but not before Kurt jumped onto the ground, snatching the other's leg. "Oh no you don't!" he cried, gripping tightly onto the other's leg. "No one sees that, and it stays between us!" If anyone else ever saw that… if anyone else knew… oh God, he didn't know what he'd do.

Wes just raised an eyebrow at Kurt, and attempted to shake the boy off. He had stopped trying to run, and just held the black notebook in his hands, smiling a bit at the younger boy. Kurt continued to plead, and Wes just let out a laugh that he'd been holding in the entire time since Kurt had snatched his ankle.

"Did you really think we didn't already know?" Wes got out between laughing fits. Kurt looked up at the other, completely confused, and he rose to his feet, shaking some dirt and dust off of his Dalton blazer. "You stare at him all the time, and just the mention of his name makes you smile!" Kurt blushed. Was it all really that obvious? He felt the tips of his ears start heating up, and avoided looking at Wes.

"I-… but still, please?" Kurt looked at him with a pout and puppy dog eyes, something he'd always been able to use to get his way. Especially with Blaine.

Wes laughed again, and put an arm around the other boy. "Sure, I won't tell Blaine." He handed back the journal to Kurt, and just to annoy him, ruffled his hair – not that he could move it much with all that hairspray. Kurt dropped the journal to the ground, placing a foot on it, and then quickly moved his hands to his hair to fix it to the best of his ability.

"Won't tell me what?" Kurt turned to see Blaine walking into the room, stop a few feet in front of his friends, and drop his bag on the ground. He smirked a bit. "You wouldn't be keeping secrets from me, would you Kurt?" Kurt's face only reddened more at that, and he crouched down to grab his journal in an attempt to hide the blush from his crush.

"Oh, nothing~" Wes said in such a voice that pretty much told Blaine that there was something up – something that had very much to do with him. He raised an eyebrow, and turned back to Kurt who was slowly rising up from the ground with his journal, his head still down. What the hell was Kurt trying to hide from him? Weren't they best friends… and wasn't Blaine his mentor? Wasn't Blaine here to help? So, why would Kurt tell Wes something, and not Blaine?

"Well, I've gotta go! Warblers Council meeting, ya know?" Blaine watched as Wes snatched up his bag from the ground, slung I over his shoulder, gave a sly grin and a wave, and hastily made his way towards the door.

"Oh, hey Wes, wh-" Wes snatched the arm of David – whom had just been entering the common room – and dragged him towards the (supposed) Warblers Council meeting. Kurt sat back down on the loveseat behind him, and looked at his lap were his hands lay, his thumbs playing with each other. With a sigh, Blaine sat down by the boy, at which time Kurt turned his head away from Blaine.

"Okay, Kurt, tell me, what's up?" The older boy looked him – or, well, the back of his head – and waited for a response. Silence. With a sigh, Blaine stood up and slugged his bag lazily back onto his shoulder. "Look, you don't have to tell me, but if you change your mind, you know where to find me." He made his way towards the door.

'I have to do something… I don't want him to think he's angry at me…' Kurt bit his lower lip, his eyes squinted shut. There was absolutely only one thing he could think of doing. He wasn't sure how it would work… but it was worth a shot, right?

"W-wait…" Kurt turned back to Blaine, his face mostly back to its normal coloring now. If anything, it was a bit pale. "I just… could you meet me in the music room tomorrow? At lunch? And bring your guitar, I-I need a little help with practicing for s-something…" Blaine wanted to ask what he was practicing for, but from the nervous look on Kurt's face, and his stuttering, he figured now would not be a good time. He'd find out eventually, right? He just hopped he wasn't planning on trying to make a spectacle of himself…

"Ya, of course." Blaine grinned at Kurt, and Kurt felt his knees start to shake a bit. That smile… it was just so… perfect. Kurt smiled back at Blaine, and nodded, whispering a small 'thanks'. Blaine walked up towards his dorm, and Kurt grabbed his bag, getting ready to go home for the night.

He knew just what he was going to do.