Kurt/Blaine Fics

Title: Night Drive
Summary: Blaine has always been one for expressing his feelings through music. The only time he’s ever felt safe really putting it all out there have been the late nights he’s spent tucked away in cars.
Rating: PG-13

Blaine had never been especially good at expressing what he was feeling to others. Through music was one thing, you could open yourself up to another, but you could still hide behind the veil of someone else’s words. Opening the direct line to your heart? That was a dangerous business. Blaine had known that as far back as he could remember, even when he hadn’t actually understood fully. All he had to know to grasp it was that the other kids at school shoved and snickered at him whenever he really opened up and acted like himself - the him that he was at home with his parents and older sister.

There was something oddly peaceful about late night drives. The darkness outside combined with the steady hum of the vehicle have always put Blaine’s mind at rest, at least a bit. Not being able to see the eyes of the person he was talking to always made it easier to open that direct line a little - the inability to see their reactions made it easier to let himself spill his secrets and not worry quite so much about the consequences.

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The responsibility of picking 10 year old Blaine up from practice for his play for the Christmas Pageant had fallen on the shoulders of his 16 year old sister Elizabeth.

It wasn’t a responsibility that she minded, really - despite the large age gap, they had always been close. Rather than being irritating, she found his habit of following her around quite cute. He had never grown out of it as he got older (as their mother had once assured her he would, having mistaken her light-hearted, playful teasing for annoyance), and she was kind of thankful for that.

As Blaine climbed into the back seat and got buckled in, she shifted the car into drive.

“So…how was practice?” Elizabeth asked after a couple of minutes of unusual silence. It just wasn’t normal for Blaine to not be babbling excitedly about his play.

“It was fun,” Blaine answered, then fell quiet again, holding his hat from the play in his lap and fiddling with the edges.

Elizabeth frowned, but kept her eyes focused on the road in front of them. “Are you okay, Blaine?” she asked, voice soft.

Blaine stayed quiet for a few minutes before taking in a little breath and saying, “Jason has a crush on Abby,” and he didn’t have to say anything else; Elizabeth got it. Blaine, of course, was sure he was being clever - Elizabeth would think he liked Abby and was sad that Jason did, too.

She had had her suspicions, of course. She had since a few years previously when Blaine had asked her, in a hushed whisper on the ride home from a family dinner, what a crush felt like, and mentioned that he had never liked the girls in his class like the other boys did, and was there something wrong with him?

She had patted his hand and explained in a quiet voice to match his as to not be overheard, and added in an even quieter whisper that there was nothing wrong with not liking girls.

This time, however, she just nodded and said, “I’m sorry, Blaine,” and stopped at McDonalds to get them ice cream cones.

——————

At the beginning of Blaine’s freshman year in high school. Elizabeth was away at college by that point, so picking Blaine up from practices had fallen back onto their parents’ shoulders.

Since Mark worked late most nights, Helen usually did the honours.

Deep down, she was glad to have the chance to spend with Blaine. She knew that she didn’t know as much about him as she would have liked to, and it killed her. Something had changed over the past year or so, and she knew it, but she couldn’t quite figure out what exactly it was. Blaine had been pulling away from everyone with no real explanation.

Originally, she had chalked it up to the normal pangs of adolescence. Then a couple of weeks previously, on a weekend Elizabeth was home from college, she had walked by Blaine’s room on her way back from the bathroom in the middle of the night, and what she had heard had nearly broken her heart. She had heard crying, and originally she had thought it was Blaine. But then she had heard Blaine’s voice, and it didn’t sound sad, even…just angry, as it said, “‘Liz, I don’t think I can take this shit anymore,” followed by Elizabeth’s attempts to keep her voice steady as she replied, “I know.”

It hadn’t clicked properly until now:

“Blaine, you’re ten minutes la—-” Helen began as Blaine slid into the passenger seat, but stopped when she saw his face. It was fixed into an expression of determined composure, jaw clenched.

“I had to talk to the coach,” Blaine explained, giving her his best ‘polite’ smile. “I’m quitting football.”

And, well, that definitely caught Helen off-guard. “What?” she questioned, looking over and searching Blaine with her eyes. She was sure she had heard wrong. After all, Blaine had always loved football. He had been ecstatic to make the team, and it had been a relief to her. He seemed to genuinely enjoy it, and she had seen it as a step in the right direction for him, and away from whatever it was that had been bothering him for so long.

“I’m quitting football,” Blaine repeated with a shrug, as if it were a throw-away statement that meant nothing to him. “I’ve been catching a lot of grief from the other guys on the team lately, and…well, I resigned.”

Helen just nodded and started their drive home, mulling that one over.

“Mom?” Blaine prompted a bit later, eyes fixed out the window as they drove past the park he had played in as a kid.

“What?”

“I need to tell you something.” He paused until he saw her nod for him to go on before he continued, “I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you for…quite awhile now. And I just… I guess I’m afraid to, but…things are getting so bad at school…and they’re not doing anything about it…and I need to get out of there. I tried so hard to deal, mom, but it just gets worse and worse…” He wasn’t crying, but his voice was tight, like he was willing himself to keep up his facade.

Helen frowned, more lost than ever, until Blaine finished, “….I’m gay, mom.”

And, yeah, maybe Helen hadn’t actually seen that coming, but suddenly things made a little bit more sense.

She reached over and patted Blaine’s knee. “I love you, Blaine,” she whispered, and they fell into a comfortable silence for the remainder of the ride.

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Wes always drove when he, Blaine, and David went on their weekly Sunday-night trips to the store to pick up any necessities for their dorms.

Despite having been at Dalton for awhile, Blaine hadn’t actually made many friends since his transfer.

Wes and David were the two he was the closest to, but even so, they still weren’t all that good of friends. They helped Blaine with homework when he needed it as both were a year ahead, and they gave him gentle pointers on how to smooth himself out around the edges a bit to slide into his role at Dalton, but they certainly weren’t the kind of friends that one would tell their personal business to. They weren’t the type of friends who went to each other with their problems, and Blaine was absolutely certain that they wouldn’t understand if he explained the reason behind his transfer to them. Worse still, they would think he was a coward. It was bad enough knowing it himself, but sharing that with the only people he really considered his friends? That wasn’t something Blaine had been ready to do just yet.

On the ride back to Dalton one Sunday night Blaine let it slip that his family wasn’t from Westerville, so his weekend trips home were few and far between…and that was it, the first shot fired.

“What made you decide to go to school so far from home?” David inquired, twisting in his seat a bit to glance at Blaine.

Wes, too, was wearing an expression of polite interest, and Blaine knew that it would be only too easy to brush the question off with, “The academics here are much better than those of any of the public schools in my area.” It was dark, though, and even though Blaine knew that David was turned towards him, he couldn’t actually see him, and Blaine found the words tumbling out before he could stop them.

He told them about the taunts and the harassment. “My parents looked for a good private school to send me away to, so I would be able to start fresh here with a clean slate,” he explained, and cringed inwardly because, yeah, his secret was out in the open, now. Everyone would know how weak he was.

If either of them thought Blaine weak, though, neither of them said it, and he was grateful.

Instead, David clapped his shoulder when they got out of Wes’ car when they returned to Dalton, and said, “We’re glad you’re here now,” to Blaine with a reassuring smile.

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Kurt and Blaine take turns driving when they go out on their ‘non-dates’ now that Kurt is at Dalton.

Blaine still thought “non-dates” was a pretty accurate way to describe these outings, though he was getting the urge more and more often as time went by to cross that invisible line. It was a very fine line that he and Kurt had been walking for a long time now, and it was getting harder to keep his balance lately.

After the Jeremiah debacle, and his and Kurt’s discussion, their friendship hadn’t really changed, and Blaine was immensely grateful. For two straight weeks after, he had been sure that Kurt was going to pull away and that their friendship would lapse into more of the “Wes and David” type than the “Kurt” type that he had gotten used to. He had been relieved that nothing really seemed different about their friendship, except that now it almost felt as if something tangible hung in the balance between them; the knowledge that something was lingering there in limbo. They were on even footing now, and, though it had taken awhile, things had finally clocked for Blaine.

He fully admitted that he still didn’t really know what he was doing, but he had finally gotten to a point where he was okay with that, because Kurt didn’t either, and they could learn as they went together.

So when he said, “Kurt?” and glanced at the friend situated behind the wheel, he reached to flick on the overhead light.

He was okay with opening the direct line to himself to Kurt without fear, and this was one reaction he had to see for himself, to have to cherish.

“Blaine,” Kurt prompted, gesturing towards Blaine with his right hand. “I’m listening.” His tone was teasing and his eyes looked soft and questioning when he chanced a quick glance at Blaine’s face.

“I really, really care about you,” Blaine echoed the words that felt like they had come from lifetimes ago, “and I still don’t want to mess this up. I’m still probably not that great at romance…but Kurt? I want to give this a try if you still do.”

Kurt didn’t say anything, not right away, just pulled into the parking lot of their usual coffee shop.

He parked the car and glanced at Blaine before reaching for his hand. “Fitting, huh?”

Blaine grinned and nodded as they headed inside. “Yeah.” He ordered his medium drip and squeezed Kurt’s hand as he ordered his grande non-fat mocha before Kurt had even been able to open his mouth to do it. “I got it… I know your coffee order,” he teased.

A/N: I actually wrote this fairly quickly… and it’s hella late wow. But at least I’ve got this out of my system now so it’ll stop eating at my mind! Yay.

One of the most important lessons that Kurt has learned from Blaine is to stand up for what he believes and what he wants.

Kurt has taken this lesson and applied it to everything he does - if he wants it, he goes after it. If he doesn’t agree with something, he speaks up. He doesn’t want to feel powerless anymore.

Blaine had been shocked (though quite pleased) the first time that Kurt kissed him and not the other way around. Kurt had walked from the doors of his school with his head held higher than Blaine had seen yet, then slid into the car and kissed him. Blaine had melted into the kiss and Kurt had pulled back with a bit of a smirk on his face.

With all the changes that Blaine has noticed in Kurt over the past few months, he isn’t entirely surprised when, mid make-out session, Kurt got a little forceful.

Kurt has the same smirk as the day of the kiss on his face when he looks down at Blaine after rolling so he was on top. He presses his hips down against Blaine just right and Blaine makes the lowest, most obscenely dirty noise that Kurt has ever heard.

Once Kurt has Blaine’s shirt unbuttoned and off as well as he can get it without actually letting Blaine up from under him, he starts a trail of kisses and occasional nips down Blaine’s neck, over his shoulders, and down onto his chest.

Kurt thinks that this feeling, of having the power to turn Blaine into a moaning, whimpering mess beneath him, is surely one of the best in the world. Blaine had been right, even if this wasn’t quite the scenario he had had in mind when he said it: taking charge and getting what you were after was empowering.

He pulls back only so the two of them can strip down out of the rest of their clothes, but then he’s back to his claiming of Blaine’s neck and mouth.

After grabbing a condom and his bottle of lube (and pausing to stretch himself in preparation, Blaine watching with wide eyes once he has the condom on; it’s obvious that Kurt does this to himself on a fairly regular basis), Kurt is right back in Blaine’s lap and attacking his neck again.

Blaine is sure that Wes and David are going to grill him the moment he gets back to Dalton and they notice the hickeys he’s sure are on his neck now and the way his hair has broken out of its gel bindings thanks to Kurt’s hands. However, any thoughts other than the here and now are automatically gone from his mind because oh GOD, Kurt is pushing himself down onto his dick and he’s so impossibly tight, just like the first time they had done this.

Kurt’s smirk becomes more pronounced as he watches Blaine’s face and he’s drinking in all of the delicious noises that Blaine is making. This is far from the first time that they’ve done this, but he still takes pride in the fact that he can make Blaine’s composure fall like this.

When they come, Kurt pulls off and leaves the room. Blaine watches him with a confused expression before shrugging and tossing the used condom (tied, so Kurt doesn’t kill him for the mess). Kurt comes back a few minutes later with a warm, damp rag to clean them up, and he’s beaming at the satisfied look Blaine has. Blaine’s still a little dazed, but he sits up and takes the rag from Kurt, “shh”ing him with a finger before using it to clean Kurt off.

Kurt just lays back and relaxes, eyes fluttering closed.

While taking control is great, he’s more than content to lay back and allow Blaine to take care of him for now.

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I haven’t written anything particularly smutty in forever, so…this probably sucks. Whatever.

Blaine wasn’t exactly into the same type of music that Kurt was.

While, sure, he didn’t mind them, he wasn’t a huge fan of musicals, and he rarely knew what it was that Kurt was on about once he got started on one.

Once he had seen the enthusiasm in Kurt’s face, however, he found that he didn’t really mind all that much. He may not have a clue who the characters that Kurt speaks so fondly of are, but he frequently found himself listening intently and hanging on Kurt’s every word.

Perhaps the best part of all, however, was when Kurt sang the songs for him. Blaine sat on the piano bench next to his boyfriend and listened to him, and was never quite able to keep from carrying the sound of his voice home with him.

When he went home it was all he could do not to start singing these songs to himself as he cleaned, showered, did his homework. He was just never quite able to get them —or Kurt’s voice— out of his head. He became increasingly fond of them, he couldn’t deny it. Once or twice he even found himself listening to soundtracks from Kurt’s music collection willingly when they weren’t together (not that he’d ever admit to that).

When Kurt’s seventeenth birthday rolled around, Blaine was at a loss for what to do for it. He had toyed around with the idea of clothes, but had thought better of it once the reality that he knew nothing about fashion had smacked him oh-so-kindly in the face. He ditched the “romantic candle-lit dinner” idea quickly as well - cliche isn’t what he was going for. He wanted something special, meaningful, and something that was very…Kurt?

The Saturday before Kurt’s birthday, as they were laying in Kurt’s bed and listening to his ipod on shuffle, the perfect plan struck Blaine.

Looking down at the boy cradled in his arms as the little spoon to his big spoon, he had leaned in a little to whisper, “Kurt, are you busy on Friday night?”

“No…why?” Kurt had turned in Blaine’s arms and raised his eyebrows curiously.
Blaine simply grinned, kissing Kurt’s forehead. “Nothing, I was just thinking that, if you wanted, maybe I could come over after school and make us a nice dinner in honour of your birthday.”
Kurt’s face had broken into one of those contagious smiles of his and he had nodded. “Yeah, that sounds nice,” he said, and Blaine heard the excitement that Kurt was trying so hard to hide.

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Blaine left early on Friday and rushed to Lima. He knew he had about an hour until Kurt would be home from school, so he took his time picking out a mini-cake for dessert from the bakery and picking up groceries.

By the time he made it to Kurt’s house Kurt was already home. He greeted him with a soft kiss and a “happy birthday, babe,” before instructing him to wait downstairs for him while he got everything inside.

Dinner could wait to be started, Blaine decided as he put the groceries he had picked up away. What really mattered was the surprise part of this, so that was his main concern.

He made his way down the stairs, grinning when he saw Kurt sitting on the bed waiting for him. “So,” he began, catching Kurt’s attention, “I’ve got a bit of a…well, surprise of sorts for you.” He grinned, seeing the way that Kurt’s face lit up.

“Is that so?”

Blaine laughed a little bit as he crossed the room to slip the CD that he had been keeping in his blazer pocket into Kurt’s stereo. “I may need some help with this, though…”

Kurt’s eyebrows raised. “Oh?” he asked, a bit confused, but his expression cleared as the music started.

Blaine crossed back to Kurt’s bed, taking his hand and kissing the back of it gently before he began:
“You wait, little (boy)
On an empty stage
For fate to turn the light on.

Your life little (boy)
Is an empty page
That men will want to write on”

“To write on,” Kurt chimed in, squeezing Blaine’s hand softly as Blaine twirled him around playfully.

“You are 16 going on 17
Baby its time to think
Better beware
Be canny and careful
Baby you’re on the brink

You are 16 going on 17
Fellows will fall in line
Eager young lads
And grueways and cads
Will offer you fruit and wine

Totally unprepared are you
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared are you
Of things beyond your ken

You need someone
Older and wiser
Telling you what to do
I am 17 going on 18 
I’ll take care of you”
Blaine watched Kurt’s face as he sang to him, pleased that, if possible, the smile on his face was bigger than the one he had worn the first time he had heard Blaine sing.

When his verse ended, he let Kurt go as he pulled away to begin his:

“I am 16 going on 17
I know that I’m naive
Fellows I meet may tell me I’m sweet
And willingly I believe

I am 16 going on 17 innocent as a rose
Bachelor dandies
Drinkers of brandies
What do I know of those

Totally unprepared am I
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared am I
Of things beyond my ken

I need someone
Older and wiser
Telling me what to do
You are 17 going on 18 
I’ll depend on you”

On the last line, Blaine had pulled Kurt to him by the hand. As the last note ended, he wrapped his arms protectively around him and sealed the song off with a kiss.

Kurt beamed, small hands running down Blaine’s chest as he pulled away. “That was…amazing, Blaine. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Kurt,” Blaine responded with an affectionate ruffle of his hair before pulling away and starting up the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Kurt demanded, confused.

“Well I came over to make you dinner, after all, didn’t I?” Blaine explained with a wink.

The Kiss was its own “thing” in Kurt’s mind. Even after a week he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about it.

Uncalled for and unwelcome as it was, The Kiss had also directly lead to his lunch with Blaine, which had directly lead to…well, everything else.

He hadn’t intended for Blaine to come rushing to his aid when he had called.

When he had finally found somewhere safe to sit —he had crept into the choir room when he noticed that Mr. Shuester was occupied in the guidance office yet again— he pulled out his phone with shaking hands. He hesitated before pressing ‘call’, unsure if this was something worth bothering Blaine over.

As he hesitated, however, he remembered what Blaine had said as he entered the number. He had looked up with that stupidly charming grin of his and said, “Don’t be a stranger, Kurt. You can call or text me any time you need anything. It doesn’t matter what. I mean it,” refusing to hand Kurt’s phone back until he had heard him out.

Shaking, he pressed the call button. Two rings later, Blaine had answered. Kurt had recounted the story of the confrontation to him, trying to hold back tears with each word. He had felt stupid for being so upset over something that may seem so trivial, but Blaine had this way of making him feel like what he was saying was the single most important thing to him at that moment.

When Blaine had informed him that he would come with him, Kurt was a little baffled. This hadn’t been what he had called for at all, he didn’t need Blaine coming over here and getting himself involved in all of this. On the other hand, it was kind of touching that Blaine, despite knowing exactly what was waiting when he got here, was willing to stand up for him.

When he had met up with Blaine, he couldn’t help but be in awe of the aura of confidence that surrounded him. The smile that Blaine had greeted him with was almost enough to make him forget what they were about to do — almost, that is, until they were walking together and he could see the letterman jacket that he had been looking for.

Kurt had been content to let Blaine do the talking…up until Blaine was suddenly being manhandled by that absolute douchebag. The single word that Blaine had been repeating to him came to mind as he intervened. Blaine had been through this before and he had never deserved it and Kurt would be damned if he was going to let it happen again for his sake.

He managed to shake out a laugh at Blaine’s comment about the likelihood of the jock coming out, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

When he sat down and that secret slipped through his lips, he was sure that Blaine would laugh. Blaine was so confident and so attractive, surely he had never had trouble finding boyfriends. But Blaine didn’t laugh, of course he didn’t, because it was Blaine and of course he understood. He always understood.

When Blaine had invited him to lunch, Kurt had agreed quickly enough. It wasn’t until he was situated in Blaine’s car that he had a flicker of “maybe this isn’t a great idea”. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Blaine, it was that he didn’t trust himself. There were so many things that could go wrong, especially in the state that he was currently in. What if he started crying again? What if he let slip another embarrassing secret? Or, worst of all, what if Blaine decided that he wasn’t worth it after all?

Their lunch was uneventful, for the most part. Blaine had taken Kurt to a cafe near Dalton for lunch and they had had a quiet meal there. Kurt hadn’t said much, but instead had been content to listen to Blaine talk.

“The Talk” didn’t happen until Blaine pulled into Kurt’s driveway afterwards. Kurt went to open the door to get out but looked up into Blaine’s dark eyes when he felt the pressure of his hand curled around his wrist. “Yes?” he inquired, tilting his chin up a bit and trying to give off the air of being much more confident than he felt.

“I just need to… I’m not really sure how to put this. It absolutely breaks my heart to see you so upset and down on yourself.” Blaine released Kurt’s wrist once he was certain that he wasn’t going anywhere and reached to turn off the car. He knew that they were going to be here awhile.

Kurt looked up, eyes searching Blaine’s face. “Alright…” he began, prompting Blaine to go on.

“You don’t deserve what these kids have been doing to you. No one does. And you’re such a strong guy, Kurt. You may not think so, but I know it. I know the kind of bravery that it takes to walk into that school every day, knowing what’s going to meet you. You’re special, I know you know it. However, no matter how strong you may be…” Blaine raised one hand, stroking Kurt’s cheek with his thumb, “it never hurts to have a little help.”

Kurt felt his eyes filling with tears before he could try to fight them back. “That…that means a lot, Blaine,” he said in a soft, barely audible voice. “Really, thank you.”

Instead of a verbal reply, Blaine reached out and cupped Kurt’s chin and tipped it up before leaning in to plant a soft kiss to his lips. When he pulled back, he let his hands fall to hold Kurt’s, turning in the seat to face him. “…And the other thing that I wanted to say,” he continued, quieter than before and a little anxious now, “is that you deserve a kiss from someone who genuinely cares about you.”

Kurt sat motionless for a moment, eyes still as wide as saucepans. “I…Blaine…” He wasn’t entirely sure exactly what it was that he wanted to say. There were so many things racing through his mind right now that he actually felt a bit dizzy.

Blaine, however, spared him the trouble of figuring out what it was that he wanted to say right at that moment. “Shh,” he quieted him, pressing a finger to Kurt’s lips. “You’ve got a lot of thinking to do, and I expect you’re a little on the confused side,” he paused, waiting for Kurt’s nod of affirmation before continuing, “and that’s perfectly alright. What I want right now is to be your friend, because I know that you need a friend right now. Interested in you? In more? Of course I am, but I’m not going to push you into something that you’re not ready for. When, or if, you’re ready, and if you want to, I’ll be here. Until then… I’ll help you in any way that I can.”

Kurt nodded absently, head spinning with all of what Blaine had just said. “Blaine…thank you,” he muttered, giving his hands a little squeeze and looking up into his face with a bit of a shy smile. For Kurt, usually so flamboyant and willing to put himself out there, this vulnerability was new. He usually did his best to hide how vulnerable he felt, but with Blaine he found himself feeling safe. It was okay to be vulnerable with Blaine because Blaine wasn’t about to use it to hurt him.

After another ten minutes or so and once he had regained his composure Kurt had exited Blaine’s car with a promise of calling him sometime over the weekend.

It was only once he was in the comfort of his room and had taken a seat on his bed that the full impact of Blaine’s words hit Kurt. He was ecstatic, of course, that Blaine had expressed interest in him, but it was more than that. Blaine wasn’t rushing him to do anything, he wasn’t going anywhere, and most importantly of all, he wanted to be there for him. He cared about him.

Kurt reached for his phone, sending Blaine a text that simply read “Cafe. 11am. Sunday.” before laying back on the bed and closing his eyes.

He wasn’t quite sure where things were going at that point, but he couldn’t wait to see where they took him.

~fyi~ this is just a little drabble/one shot that I’m writing to get myself back into the swing of things. Also, as of right now, the episode hasn’t yet aired, so this is just what came to mind after seeing the clip of Dalton Academy performing Teenage Dream.

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Kurt’s visit to Dalton Academy had left him buzzing.

He hurried to the door when he got home and made a bee-line for the stairs after checking that Burt was occupied by the TV in the living room. All that was on his mind was getting to his room so that he could make the phone call that he had been thinking about since the moment he had exited the Academy’s doors: he needed to talk to Mercedes.

He dialed her number quickly once he was settled in his room, smiling to himself when she answered before the second ring had even finished. She had been waiting for his call. The familiarity of this, of their friendship, was something that never failed to make Kurt smile, and it was something that he was always careful not to take for granted.

He wasted no time in regaling her with the tale of his trip. He glazed over most of the details, not wanting to think just yet about the other aspects of the school and the choice ahead of him, and focused on his introduction to Blaine.

Over an hour and a promise of continuation the following day later, Kurt hung up when his dad called him for dinner. He hurried upstairs to join him.

He was quiet as they ate, only jerking out of his daze when Burt asked him about the visit. He tore his imagination away from the memories that he had been replaying in his mind and looked up. He twirled his fork in his fingers absently as he told his dad about the campus, the teachers, the classes - all the things that he had glazed over when he had spoken to Mercedes. He gave a little shrug when Burt asked if he had decided what he was going to do, because truthfully, he had no idea.

He excused himself as soon as he had cleared the table and done the dishes, eager to be alone to think. Once he was back downstairs he began his pre-bed rituals, going through the motions on auto-pilot. His brain was once again filled with nothing but Blaine.

He hadn’t managed to tear his mind away from him since they had met. All that he could think of was Blaine: his dark, penetrating eyes and the playful glint in them as he had run his fingers over Kurt’s jacket; the confidence that seemed to radiate from him; the contagious smile had spread through Kurt and that he hadn’t yet managed to shake; the beautiful voice that he had not only when he sang but that was noticeable every time he spoke. Kurt was infatuated.

He shivered a little, remembering the way Blaine had been looking at him as he sang Teenage Dream with the others. When he laid down and closed his eyes to try to sleep he saw it again: Blaine’s little smirk as he had watched Kurt’s face, the confident stride. Blaine’s self-assuredness was what had struck Kurt the most. He was so blatantly and unapologetically himself, so proud of who he was. Kurt had never met anyone quite like him before.

He fell asleep awhile later, mind still consumed by the memory of Dalton Academy’s performance and Blaine’s voice. He would worry about the decision ahead of him later. For the time being he was content to relish in the feeling of being on cloud nine.