A/N: This is short and sweet, but it's the end. It's been a pleasure writing this story and I've really appreciated all of the feedback along the way! :3 It's nice to know there are so many Nerdfighters who also ship Klaine. That's pretty awesome of you. Well, thank you again and I hope you enjoy. Best wishes 3

The first thing Blaine needed was approval from Kurt's boss. The second thing he needed to do was to talk to the manager of the small café, which was in the corner at the far end of the book store. And the last thing he needed was to practice the song so much that he could play and sing it in front of a crowd without causing a full on anxiety attack. And that's what he did. When the date that he worked out with Kurt's boss finally rolled around, he was ready.

He got to the book store before Kurt's shift started and went straight to the coffee shop. With him, he had a guitar and a bouquet of flowers. And, of course, all of the nerves he could gather. His stomach wouldn't stop flipping as he made his way to the small impromptu stage that was only set up for local musicians, poets, and speakers on special occasions. He waited for his cue. When he heard Kurt's name being called over loudspeaker to please report to the café, he sat down in the chair, preparing his fingers. Finally, he saw a confused Kurt, looking around the café for whoever he was supposed to be meeting. He didn't even notice Blaine on the stage.

Blaine started strumming the guitar softly, singing with a sweet, gentle voice, "I've seen your videos and I think they're so jokes. And now we're getting flirty with a couple Facebook pokes…"

Kurt's head slowly moved to the stage, smile growing widely as he realized that it was in fact Blaine's voice singing. His smile grew wider as the song continued it and he recognized from his explorations of Nerdfighteria with Blaine. Part of him thought he was still supposed to actually be doing something work-related, but he couldn't even care right now. He just wanted to watch Blaine and listen to his beautiful voice.

When the song ended, Blaine cleared his throat and leaned into the microphone, speaking slowly and pointedly, "So Kurt, will you be in Nerdfighterlike with me?"

Kurt's hands flew to his mouth in excitement and he nodded eagerly. He didn't even check to see if there was animosity from the crowd around them. But surprisingly enough, there was none. Even in LimaOhio, people could appreciate a display of young love such as this.

Blaine gently put his guitar down, picked up the flowers, and walked off stage towards Kurt. He held the flowers out and spoke softly, just to Kurt. He didn't feel the need to talk slow or concentrate on getting his words out perfectly, he just spoke as he always did to Kurt, "W-will you be my b-boyfriend?"

Kurt giggled a little, took the flowers from Blaine's hand, and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, pulling him in for a close hug. After a few happy, but silent moments, he answered, "Of course. Of course I will."

Blaine laughed as he pulled away from Kurt. He gave him a quick, soft kiss on the cheek, feeling himself blush almost immediately afterwards. He bit his lip before speaking, "Y-you should get b-back to work."

Kurt rolled his eyes fondly, but dropped his hands. "Okay. I will. Maybe I'll come over after my shift's over?"

Blaine nodded, smiling softly. "Perfect."

Reluctantly, Kurt started walking away. Blaine watched him leave as he started to pack up his guitar, his thoughts wandering as he absent-mindedly thanked people for their compliments. He just couldn't believe how well that went. He performed. In front of people. And kissed a boy on the cheek. In front of people. He'd never even imagined himself doing anything like either of those, but somehow, Kurt gave him that courage. Kurt made him feel stronger and more confident and more sure of himself. Blaine felt that maybe he helped Kurt in some ways as well. And that's what made him think that they had a chance. That maybe, even though they're young and truly don't know each other that well, they might work.