Thank you for your great patience, dear readers! This chapter took for-freaking-ever! I hope you enjoy it!

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Blaine sat in his bed at one in the morning, losing sleep over Kurt Hummel, yet again. He knew what he wanted to communicate to Kurt—I've been an idiot for the last month; you were right about all my solos; I think I'm in love with you. That last one probably needed amending. He didn't have the guts to speak the "L" word out loud, yet, even though it had been running through his mind on endless loop all evening. But as for the other sentiments, Blaine knew that he needed to do more than just tell Kurt he was right or admit that he'd been an idiot chasing after other people when Kurt was right there. He needed to show Kurt how he felt. He needed to demonstrate that he really did listen to Kurt's criticism.

And in order to do that, Blaine really needed to confront all the Warblers. He needed to challenge their assumption that he could carry all the solos at every performance—convince them to give other people a shot. And to make everything just as complicated as it could possibly be, he decided this needed to happen now—just days before Regionals.

Sure, he considered waiting until after, but three things stopped him. First, he honestly didn't want to wait that long to take action on his new feelings for Kurt. Then he realized that without the significance of the Regionals competition, any chivalrous gesture toward sharing leads would seem a little empty—devoid of meaning. Yeah, I think other people should get solos, you know, now that the pressure's off and it doesn't matter anymore. And that's when Blaine began to realize that maybe it was really in the Warblers' best interest to diversify before Regionals—they just barely tied with New Directions at Sectionals, and they needed to bring every asset to the table if they were going to win this round. That included—it had to include—a voice as singular as Kurt's

No suggestion of change would go over well with the Warblers Council—Blaine knew that. They liked to play it safe, especially for competitions. As much as Wes and David loved him, Blaine knew they would never agree to giving Kurt a solo lead at Regionals just because Blaine wanted to do the boy a favor. No, he needed to convince the whole group that they really needed another lead voice in the mix in order to win.

He could suggest that Kurt just sing "Blackbird" for the show, but he suspected that the Council would not go for giving away a solo like that—it was too risky to give a solo lead to anyone who had not sung solo in a competition before, and thanks to Blaine's inadvertent spot-light hogging, he was the only one who fit that bill. The only solution would be a duet. Blaine smiled at that thought—a duet with Kurt… our voices do sound fantastic together… I'd get to sing to Kurt on stage… and all that practicing! It would be a perfect excuse to spend time alone with him.

Blaine grabbed his ipod from the dresser and began scanning it for songs that might work. If he was going to convince the Warblers to let him and Kurt do a duet together, he needed to have some good song suggestions up his sleeves…

Blah, blah, blah dee blah blah…These Warblers meetings (Nix that—Blaine-worship ceremonies) got old real fast, and Kurt fought to keep from nodding off out of sheer boredom. Blah dee blah, Blaine's the bestest…Blah blah blah, did you just dare insult the mighty Blaine? Shocked and offended…Blah… Blah… Blah)

"No, I'm tired of the Warblers being all about me!" Blaine's words cut through Kurt's bleary stupor, and for a split second Kurt wondered whether he was dreaming. "David, please make sure everything I'm about to say goes down in the minutes." Yikes, I'm in trouble if I'm dreaming Robert's Rules! Kurt turned to watch Blaine more closely.

"We are going to lose at Regionals." Kurt couldn't begin to fathom what Blaine was up to, but he'd succeeded in getting everyone's attention. "I am incredibly grateful for the belief you've all given me as a Junior member to lead you in all of these wonderful songs this year…" Oh…oh my…is this about my snarky comments the other day? As Blaine glanced quickly, and maybe even a little nervously toward Kurt, the suspicion seemed confirmed. "…but from what Kurt has told me about New Directions, I just know I can't beat them on my own."

Kurt felt torn between amazement that Blaine took his words to heart and fear that the rest of the Warblers would execute him for planting seeds of insecurity in their lead singer's heart the week before Regionals. He glanced around the room, half expecting to see dirty looks cast his way. His eyes flicked back to Blaine just in time to catch Blaine looking at him as he presented his idea.

"…which is why I propose that we rearrange our eleven-o'clock number, and turn it into a duet..." Loud sounds of protest and disbelief interrupted Blaine, so that he had to raise his voice to finish making his point. "…to showcase other talent in the group!"

Wow. Kurt could barely articulate his thoughts even to himself. Blaine was fighting to relinquish his solos and share the spotlight—suggesting the risk of completely changing one of their Regionals numbers to include a new voice—and all because he really listened to Kurt's criticism in the hall the other day. Even if none of the Warblers went for it—even if the Warblers never changed, Kurt was flattered and a little stunned that Blaine had changed. It kind of feels like Blaine is changing for me. Is that crazy?

When Wes called for a vote, Kurt raised his hand along with most of the Warblers in the room. Really? This is happening? Before the hands were down, Kurt caught Wes's eye and requested a spot on the audition schedule. A shot at singing a duet at Regionals! Be still my heart! But before Wes could respond, Blaine interrupted the moment.

"No! No auditions." What the hell? Kurt tried to contain his irritation as he looked up at Blaine. No way are you going to rob me of this oppor… Kurt's thoughts came to a screeching halt as Blaine finished his protest. "I want to sing the duet with Kurt."

As Blaine gazed down at him, looking pleased as punch, Kurt tried to regain his grip on reality. This cannot be happening! Am I dreaming, after all? Did Blaine just insist that I sing a duet with him at Regionals? His voice stuck in his throat for a moment before he began protesting this special treatment. As much as I want—desperately want—to sing this duet (and with Blaine!), I don't want the rest of the Warblers to resent me for it! Before he could grasp what exactly was going on, Blaine called for a vote and Kurt saw every hand in the whole room—including the three members of Council—raised in agreement. Kurt was singing a duet with Blaine at Regionals!

His heart thumped so loudly in his chest that Kurt barely heard all the congratulations, barely registered all the pats on the back, but he did see the glowing smile on Blaine's face as he clapped, and Oh God, did Blaine just wink at me? Kurt missed the rest of the meeting, only vaguely hearing Blaine offer to research possible duets and bring a selection to Council the next day. Normally Kurt would have been offended that Blaine assumed he could pick out their duet by himself, but he was in such shock that he honestly didn't care.

As he drove home after the meeting, all Kurt could remember was Blaine—that smile and it was a wink, wasn't it?, the sincerity in his voice, and his parting grin when he promised Kurt they would find a time to practice tomorrow. What just happened? Kurt wondered if this was what it felt like to swoon.

During his free period, Kurt found an empty lounge and set out all of his bird-casket decorating supplies. He felt woefully behind on burying Pavarotti, but the tiny wooden box had required two layers of black paint to meet Kurt's approval, and today was the first day it was dry enough to start gluing on the details. He pulled out the wooden box, opened his tiered storage container, and uncapped the glue, grateful for something to do with his hands.

He'd expected Blaine to meet him on his way out of his last class and suggest practicing, since they shared a free period, but there was no sign of Blaine, and Kurt knew he needed a distraction—something to keep him from worrying about what duet Blaine would pick and how he would possibly make it through a duet with this boy who kept sending him on an emotional rollercoaster. He worked so intently that he didn't notice the soft tap of Blaine's feet approaching.

Blaine slowed his pace as he approached the open door to the lounge. Here he is! Blaine spent the moments before Kurt noticed him drinking in the sight of the other boy—the sweep of his hair up from his forehead, the arch of his eyebrows, the flutter of his eyelashes as he looked intently at something on the table, his steady, elegant hands busy with some task. He looks stunning when he's focused. "What's that?" Blaine finally asked, announcing his presence.

Kurt looked up, Ah, there he is. Guess we're practicing after all. "I'm decorating Pavarotti's casket." Kurt surveyed his progress with a measure of satisfaction. It was not close to being finished, but it was well on the way.

He looked back up when Blaine said, with a smile in his voice, "Well, finish up. I have the perfect song for our number, and we should practice." Kurt did not miss the eager energy in Blaine's voice. For some reason it caused his temperature to rise.

"Do tell," Kurt prodded, fighting his own anxiety. He wasn't sure what he was afraid of—he had a versatile voice; it was highly unlikely that Blaine would pick something that he couldn't sing well. Maybe he was just worried about more mixed signals, more songs with innuendo that Blaine could easily ignore, but he couldn't.

"'Candles,' by Hey Monday." Kurt could have sworn that Blaine gulped a little as he announced the selection. Is he nervous that I won't approve?

Blaine relaxed slightly, as Kurt responded with a wide grin. "I'm impressed. You're usually so Top 40." Here it goes! He tried to psyche himself up, as he admitted that he went looking for an emotional song. He knew that was vague, and Kurt probably wouldn't pick up on the hint, but he needed to start small—start with small hints and work up the nerve to lay it all on the line. He pulled out a chair and sat down, realizing that he was in no rush to end this conversation, even if they did have a duet to practice.

Emotional? Kurt ran through the lyrics to "Candles," trying to figure out what kind of emotions Blaine was trying to convey, here. "Candles," was a break-up song, wasn't it? A song about being strong and moving on…Is he trying to tell me something? Kurt realized there was a question he needed Blaine to answer before he could sing this song with him.

"Why did you pick me to sing that song with?" The quiet determination on Kurt's face took Blaine's breath away. Wow. This is happening…now! Blaine had assumed that this conversation would come up eventually—maybe after they ran through the lyrics for the first time and Blaine got to sing those words—"you'll get back everything you gave me,"—like a promise. But no—it was happening now. He finally had to close his eyes to compose himself.

Kurt saw waves of emotion passing over Blaine in that moment of silence, and knew a confession of some sort was coming. A tired, bitter voice in the back of his head said, Okay, lover boy—who is it this time? Who am I helping you serenade? Kurt gagged that internal voice of cynicism in order to listen to Blaine's voice when he finally began speaking again.

"Kurt, there is a moment when you say to yourself, 'Oh, there you are! I've been looking for you forever.'" Kurt had never seen Blaine so flustered. He kept pausing and stumbling over his words, closing his eyes as if having them open was too much. Why is he so scared of looking at me? Kurt worried.

Blaine paused in his confession, searching Kurt's face for any sign of comprehension—anything that might indicate that his feelings would be reciprocated, but he saw nothing—just a blank, stunned, noncommittal gaze. God, this is harder than I thought it would be! He shifted forward in his chair, and made the decision to reach out and place his hand over Kurt's—maybe that contact would communicate what his words couldn't.

"Watching you do 'Blackbird' this week, that was a moment for me…" Kurt was trying so hard to follow Blaine, and when Blaine's hand landed on top of his own, he felt his heart begin to race. Is this…Is he saying… Kurt couldn't even bring himself to speculate what kind of "moment" Blaine meant, and then he said it—"…about you." Oh. Oh. Wait, what kind of moment about me? Kurt blinked as his mind raced to keep pace with his heart.

Blaine still couldn't read Kurt's face. If anything, it just looked a little more stunned—a little bit more like a deer caught in the headlights. He fumbled after more words—something that would make it clear. He felt his mouth begin to wrap around the words "I love you," and he caught himself, seeking some less intense alternative. "You move me, Kurt, and this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you."

Kurt's heart took hold of his reeling mind and helped it stagger toward the truth. Blaine likes me. This can't be happening. How is this happening?

The flush on Kurt's cheeks and the sheer joy in his eyes communicated everything Blaine was waiting for. Without wasting another breath, he began to move forward, resting one hand on Kurt's knee for support and reaching the other out to hold Kurt's cheek while he leaned in to kiss him.

Kurt's mind went completely blank as he saw Blaine's intent-looking face approaching. He operated on pure instinct as he tilted his head slightly to capture Blaine's lips right before he closed his eyes and forgot how to breathe, too.

Blaine's senses filled with the scent and the feel and the taste of Kurt. He hadn't been planning to kiss Kurt, yet, and he was overwhelmed with the energy—the crackling, tingling energy generated by Kurt's lips on his. For a split second he noticed that Kurt didn't not seem to be responding, This is too fast—too much—I blew it! but he didn't even have time to pull away before Kurt drew in a deep breath, raised a hand to his jaw and held him closer, beginning to move his lips and mouth in an unspoken reply. Oh, thank God…

It took Kurt a full five seconds to process what was going on. Blaine is kissing me…this feels amazing! Kiss him back! Hell, yeah, I'm kissing Blaine! Wait, where are you going? Blaine pulled away just as Kurt began to accept what was happening—just as he regained enough conscious thought to be able to participate. As he watched those achingly familiar lips retreat—lips he'd fantasized about for months—lips he finally felt against his own!—as he watched them recede until he could focus again on face in which they were set—Blaine's face—Kurt heard his own hand drop onto the table, as if his whole body was paralyzed with shock.

Blaine gazed at the flushed, breathless face of the boy he was beginning to love, amazed that the beautiful look of awe on Kurt's face was his own doing. He fell back into his chair, mind whirring. Wow, that was hot! Shit, this is happening fast. I could seriously do that all day. He blushed at his own thoughts and tried to regain some sense of equilibrium. "We—um—we should practice." Practice—another whole hour in the company of this amazing person! Today is my favorite day ever!

Kurt watched a goofy, love-struck grin spread over Blaine's face, and thrilled to know that it was because of him. He's blushing! Blaine is blushing because he kissed me! He's grinning like an idiot because he enjoyed kissing me! What the hell is happening? Practice? Practice what? I want to practice this! "I thought we were." Kurt suspected there to be a goofy, love-struck grin plastered on his own face, this time

God, the breathiness of that voice! Blaine was up and out of his chair in a heartbeat, and this time, Kurt was ready—was meeting his kiss with a passion Blaine never expected. He felt Kurt's hand run up his cheek, into the hair at the nape of his neck, and he groaned at the sensation, which must have had an effect on Kurt, because suddenly he was kissing with even more force, and desperation, opening his lips more and grazing his teeth on Blaine's lower lip. How have I lived without this? Blaine wondered, opening his eyes to gaze at Kurt's brow bone and fluttering eyelids, running his hand down from Kurt's cheek to his jaw bone, up the jaw to the soft, fleshy spot directly beneath his ear, down his neck to his collar, across his collar until finally he pulled slightly on Kurt's tie, bringing him even closer. He pulled away just long enough to whisper, "I'm so sorry."

Kurt's brows furrowed, and he pulled back from the next kiss. "Sorry for what?" Please, please don't say that this was a mistake. This is not a mistake—this is the most right we've ever been. He felt slightly reassured by the fact that Blaine insisted on kissing him again, and gave his answer in short bursts between long kisses.

"Sorry I…took so long….Sorry I was…an idiot….Sorry I…hurt you." Kurt smiled into this last kiss and then pulled back, looking Blaine in the eye. "I think you're beginning to make up for it."

Is Kurt flirting with me? Blaine rushed back for another kiss, holding Kurt's face with both hands, this time. Blaine was just beginning to wonder how long he could sustain this bent-over position—not wanting to end the kissing, but also thinking it was probably too soon to climb right into Kurt's lap—when Kurt pulled back, again.

"Speaking of that, though…why now, exactly?" Blaine stood straight and ran a hand through the side of his hair. Didn't I already explain that? He wasn't sure he knew what Kurt was asking for. Is he mad at me? Is this too much, too fast?

Kurt knew it was a strange question to ask, and part of him wanted to just shove all his doubts and insecurities aside and revel in the feel of Blaine's mouth on his. But it had been months—freaking months! –of pining and dreaming and feeling let down and having dreams dashed. Blaine had recovered from his crush on Jeremiah almost overnight, and had lost interest in Rachel as quickly as he'd become interested in the first place. Is this just another 48 hour infatuation? Kurt hoped this was different—hoped Blaine's feelings for him were more substantial. Maybe understanding how Blaine go here—maybe that would help.

Blaine started to sit down in his chair when Kurt jumped up and grabbed his hand. "No, let's sit on the couch. When I kiss you next, I want us both to be more comfortable." Kurt looked back at Blaine with an arched eyebrow. When I kiss you… That settled some of Blaine's concerns, and he felt a flush spread over his face, along with an uncontrollable grin. He looked up at Kurt's equally flushed face and decided he definitely like this confident, in-charge side of Kurt. Crap, I've been missing out on so much!

They setting onto the couch, and Kurt kept hold of Blaine's hand, so that even though they weren't facing each other directly, Blaine felt like they were connected. He ran Kurt's question back through his mind. "Why now?" He still wasn't sure what Kurt was asking. Fortunately, it seemed that Kurt could read his mind, because he clarified without Blaine asking.

"Okay, you did say that when I sang "Blackbird," you had a moment, but what was it? I'm assuming my tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes were not what did it for you…" Kurt's playful tone helped Blaine relax even more, but as he thought back to his moment of revelation, it occurred to Blaine that there was not a quick, easy answer. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before turning to look Kurt in the eyes. Oh, those eyes!

"I guess it was kind of a realization that I'd stuck you in a box—a box covered with stamps that said, 'Fragile, handle with care.' Somehow I convinced myself that you needed me as a mentor—to protect you and help you and I kind of felt like you needed me to be strong and perfect—that you wouldn't be able to handle it if you saw my flaws," Blaine realized his eyes were closed again, as he struggled to find the right words. I'm bumbling like an idiot, he thought, but when he forced himself to open his eyes again, he saw Kurt gazing back at him with understanding.

Kurt did understand. He thought back to his argument with Blaine over the whole Rachel incident. I sure didn't handle Blaine's flaws well that day…no wonder he thought I needed him to be perfect. He kicked himself, internally, but stayed quiet as Blaine continued. "Anyway, I think you really started to punch out of that box when you told me how you felt about me getting all the solos."

Kurt cringed a little. How is this related to Blaine realizing he likes me? It feels like he's exposing all the ways I've been a bitch to him! Blaine continued, oblivious to Kurt's internal turmoil. "At first I didn't want to hear it—I thought you were being kind of petty, but when you sang 'Blackbird,' it hit me how right you were. I may not have asked for all those solos, but I didn't turn them down. I was perfectly happy letting the Warblers revolve around me, and meanwhile we were missing out on your amazing voice," Blaine looked up, pleased to see Kurt blushing again.

Kurt was not blushing because of the compliment to his voice. He blushed to think that Blaine took his bitter, frustrated rant to heart. But he still couldn't figure out how this led to Blaine kissing him. He looked up at Blaine with a question in his eyes, and Blaine knew he needed to continue.

"And that's when the moment happened. I looked up, and it was like I saw you without that stupid, made-up box around you. I saw that you weren't fragile at all, and you didn't need me to fix everything for you, you didn't need me to be perfect…you were doing exactly what you needed to do for Pavarotti. And," Blaine faltered, wondering if he had the courage to say what he was really feeling. The firm pressure of Kurt's hand still holding his own helped him find the strength. "I finally saw you standing there—the living embodiment of strength and beauty and loyalty and courage—everything I've ever looked for. I always wanted to be with someone who could help me be the best version of myself, and I realized that you—you're already helping me do that…Does that sound stupid?"

Blaine looked up, waiting to hear Kurt's response, and instead found Kurt's lips pressed against his, and Kurt's hands holding him by the nape of the neck. Blaine smiled into the kiss, and murmured, "Good answer?"

Kurt nodded and smiled back, Perfect answer he thought, and deepened the kiss, parting his lips slightly to suck on Blaine's lower lip again. He was so caught up in Blaine—the scent of his aftershave, the feel of his hair curling just slightly at the nape of his neck, his soft hums and moans of pleasure—that Kurt didn't even notice when his tongue made contact with Blaine's lip.

Blaine noticed, though. Gah!...tongue. Kurt's tongue. My mouth. His eyes flew open in surprise. Kurt didn't seem to feel the same jolt of electricity Blaine just felt, but the sensation gave Blaine all the courage he needed to reciprocate. He ran his tongue slowly, gently along the inside of Kurt's upper lip, keeping his eyes open to gauge Kurt's reaction. Sure enough, Kurt's eyes fluttered open in surprise.

Blaine just licked me! Kurt met Blaine's eyes and saw amusement there, and maybe a bit of a challenge. But he also saw hunger—a slow-burning desire that kindled a passion that Kurt didn't know he had in him. Oh yeah? That how you want it, huh? He maintained eye-contact with Blaine as he opened his mouth wider and sought out Blaine's tongue with his own. He grinned with satisfaction when Blaine's eyes widened and then rolled back in his head with a moan.

Blaine could feel himself melting into an incoherent puddle. How the hell is Kurt so good at this? He couldn't help wondering what else Kurt might be surprisingly good at, but honestly, he thought, this kissing is amazing—we could just do this forever, and I'd be perfectly happy. Operating on sheer instinct, he placed one hand on Kurt's hip, and wrapped the other around his waist so that he could place a hand right between Kurt's shoulder blades and hold him close.

Something about Blaine's hand pressing firmly in the center of Kurt's back flicked a switch, and Kurt found himself overwhelmed with a compulsive desire to test one of his fantasies. I wonder… With no thought, only heat and energy and pleasure and wicked curiosity, Kurt's fingers pulled on Blaine's tie, loosening it enough for his nimble fingers to begin unbuttoning the crisp white shirt.

Blaine was so caught up in the passion of their kiss—the sweeping of tongues, the pressing of soft, wet lips, the grazing of teeth against sensitive skin—that he didn't notice what Kurt's hands were doing until long, soft fingers slid under his shirt. How did that happen? His breath hitched when Kurt's fingers brushed over one of his nipples, and he felt his hips buck in response. Holy hell, what is he doing to me?

"Kurt, wait!" Blaine gasped and pulled away, looking down to discover his Dalton-issue shirt half-unbuttoned. Kurt blushed bright red as he realized where his hand was. He pulled back, apologizing. Blaine grabbed his hand, "No, don't…I mean, that was, um…really hot," It was Blaine's turn to blush, "but we're at school!" Kurt let out a choked laugh, glancing nervously out the lounge's open door into the empty hallway. "Oh yeah. School…" He looked back at Blaine with an impish grin, and began rebuttoning the boy's open shirt.

"Where did that come from, anyway?" Blaine watched Kurt with fascination. Seriously, is this the same kid who claimed that the touch of finger tips was as sexy as he needed things to get?

Kurt looked up at Blaine through his lashes, trying to decide how much to share. Am I a freak? Will he be totally turned off? He took a deep breath, and took the plunge. "Well, I wasn't really thinking about it, but it probably has to do with the fact that a lot of my, um…day-dreams…involve chest hair. So, I was testing—checking to see if my assumptions were right."

Blaine's eyes glazed over. Kurt has fantasies—multiple fantasies—involving my bare chest. He gulped and looked up at Kurt, as Kurt finished buttoning the top button and began to tighten his tie. "And…?" Kurt blushed again, and nodded. "Just right," he whispered, causing Blaine to flush from more than just embarrassment. God, I'm not going to be able to trust myself to be alone with this boy…

"Wow," Blaine sighed and leaned back into the couch. Wow, wow, wow, wow… He looked over at Kurt, who was also leaning back on the couch, with a giddy grin spread over his face. "Well, we have about twenty minutes left in this free period. We probably should practice the song, too."

Kurt sighed, feeling like his whole body was wrapped in a warm, floaty happiness. "Yeah, probably." Candles…why did Blaine pick that song again? "Hey, why 'Candles,'" he asked, leaning his head on Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine grinned at his boyfriend leaning on his shoulder. Wait, we are boyfriends, now, right? I'll need to check. "Well, it just kind of said everything I wanted to say to you." He felt Kurt tense a little and look up at him.

"You know it's a break up song, right?"

"A what?" Blaine ran through the lyrics quickly in his head. Oh, "Blow the candles out…solo tonight…" Oh, crap. "Oh, I guess so." He looked down and caught an amused look pass over Kurt's face. "I was kind of more focused on the lines like, 'I'm beginning to see the light,' 'I didn't see when it was you and me,' and I especially liked the one, 'one day you'll get back everything you gave me.'" Which I now realize is probably a bitter line about returning gifts…crap! "I kind of thought of it as finally reciprocating all the feelings you've had." Blaine could feel Kurt giggling.

"Hey, it wasn't easy finding the right song! I knew I wanted to let you know how I was feeling, but I needed to find something deeper than 'I wanna see your peacock,'" Blaine was pleased to hear Kurt laugh out loud at this suggestion. "And I needed something more subtle than 'I will always love you,' which I was pretty sure would just freak you out."

Kurt flushed at the implications of this song, but quickly recovered and tilted his head up to whisper in Blaine's ear, "Also a break-up song…"

"Crap!" Blaine laughed along with Kurt. "I really suck at this, don't I?" Kurt nodded, practically crying, he was laughing so hard. He felt oddly relieved to know that Blaine was still oblivious about something. "Look, we can pick a different song, if you want. We just have to practice it before Warblers rehearsal this afternoon."

Kurt gathered himself, gasping for breath. "No, no, Blaine. I like 'Candles.' And I think it's sweet that you picked it for me. We can make it mean whatever we want." Kurt sat straight and looked Blaine in the eye. How did I get so lucky? he wondered, and leaned in to kiss Blaine on the cheek. "Now, why don't you go get the sheet music while I clean up my art supplies? I'll meet you in the Warbler's hall in five minutes?"

Blaine grinned as Kurt stood and walked back to the table. Wow. How did I miss out on this for so many months? He stood and started for the door, stopping part way. "Hey, Kurt, are we boyfriends, now?" Kurt looked up with a sparkle in his eyes, "God, I hope so!" Awesome! Blaine launched toward Kurt, and gave him a quick peck on those soft lips before turning on his heel and bounding down the hall to retrieve the sheet music.

Kurt collapsed into his chair. I have a boyfriend. Blaine is my boyfriend! He giggled quietly picking up the last of the gems and packing all his supplies away in his bag. This is what if feels like to swoon!

So, I'm not entirely sure where to go for the next chapter. Should I jump straight to Regionals, like the episode does? If you have any brilliant ideas, let me know!