“I’ve got a surprise for you, Blaine,” Kurt whispered to his boyfriend as he pulled him up the stairs to his room.

Blaine allowed himself to be tugged along, relishing Kurt’s initiative, and memorizing the feeling of being around him in general. He didn’t realize how much he would miss it until Kurt transferred back to McKinley.

“I know you haven’t really been handling my transfer well, and trust me Blaine, it sucks for me, too. So, I thought I would try and give you a reason to like McKinley a little more.”

Kurt hurried over to his closet, shutting the door behind him while Blaine sat on the stool in front of Kurt’s vanity, crossing his legs so he was sitting Indian style. He was definitely confused. What did Kurt have in store for him that could possibly make him like the school that had taken his boyfriend miles away?

“So?” Kurt stepped out of his closet moments later, clad from head to toe in a McKinley High cheerleading uniform.

Blaine’s upstairs brain immediately clicked off, taking backseat to the heat pooling in his stomach. The top was so structured, hugging Kurt in ways the Dalton uniform had never done. Blaine’s eyes grew wide as he took in the mass of sex appeal that was his boyfriend. He was speechless.

Kurt smirked.

“I thought you might like it. I kind of kidnapped it. With Sue not coaching right now, it was significantly less terrifying to take it for the night. Coming around to the idea of me being at McKinley yet?” he asked as he stepped closer to Blaine.

It was like a magnet, Kurt closing in on him. Blaine rose from his seated position and closed the gap between them, pulling Kurt’s body into his, kissing him hard on the mouth. After a few seconds of kissing, Blaine’s hand firmly placed at the nape of Kurt’s neck while Kurt’s fingers played through Blaine’s hair, Blaine let his hands wander, skimming over the stitched in “WMHS” letters on Kurt’s uniform. He let his hands move to Kurt’s back, tracing Kurt’s shoulder blades with his fingers, bunching the polyester at his lower back, bringing them closer together, if that was even possible. Kurt’s hands were busy pushing Blaine’s Dalton jacket off his shoulders while Blaine explored Kurt’s outfit with his hands more, resisting the urge to just tear it off of him.

Finally, they pulled apart, just barely, and Blaine’s eyes bored into Kurt’s, darker now, begging the break to not last long.

“Who do I have to write a check to for you to keep that uniform?” Blaine smirked now, pushing Kurt toward the bed, “Because if you promise to wear that more often, I think maybe you back at McKinley won’t be quite as painful.” His voice was rough now, tinted with the lust this unexpected session of dress up had spurred.

Kurt fell back onto the bed, pulling Blaine with him as their lips found each other again with more urgency.

Maybe McKinley isn’t so bad, after all Blaine thought to himself.

Blaine: Ev, you better not be thinking what I think you’re thinking.
Everett: Hate you break it to you brother, but I most definitely am.
Blaine: He’ll never go for you. We’ve got history. We’ve got chemistry. Kurt and I, we’ve got that… something special.
Everett: We’ll see about that.

How many times have you imagined this? How many times have you played the scenario out in your head while doodling hearts with your names in them? How many times have you had to tell yourself at the end of the day that nothing would happen. You were just friends. And sure, he cared about you but you knew better than to expect anything of that. Especially after Valentine’s day.

You have analyzed over a number of diva sleepovers with Rachel and Mercedes. You have driven every angle of your friendship into the dirt in circles in your head. You had made up your mind that if anything was going to happen, it wouldn’t be for a long time. That was beautiful. Because it freed you up. To just be.

In ways, that made it harder. How easy it was to be around Blaine. How simple it was to say whatever was bothering you – a friendship absolutely unlike anything you’d ever had before. But there were always the romantic fantasies clawing at the back of your consciousness, even on your most platonic days. To be blunt, you never, in a million years expected this.

Then there he was. Searching for words while he looked into your eyes, causing a fierce blush to crawl up your neck and your eyes to widen like a baby doe’s. His hand is on yours, you inhale sharply, the sudden heat of it causing a tingle to run down your spine, paralyzing you. He is telling you what you’ve dreamed of, but it’s so much better now. So much better because it’s his words. His perspective. His truth. His feelings. An enormous joy builds up in your chest because you are beginning, slowly, to understand. You’re not dreaming or fantasizing. This is happening. Blaine is… he loves you too. Your brain is no longer forming coherent thoughts, but you’re pretty sure that stopped the second he walked into the room and announced his song choice for your duet.

Every word of what he says is imprinting into your memory and though it all goes by in a bit of a blur, you know this will be replayed, crystal clear, every day for the rest of your life. Everything slows down when he leans in. It’s like time literally stops just millimeters before his lips are on yours. Or maybe that’s just your heart that’s stopped. Then he’s kissing you. And at first, you honestly don’t know what to do. This is your first kiss that counts. And it’s from Blaine. Who you’re hopelessly in love with, have been for some time. Then your brain stops it’s freeze game and everything in you tightens up with excitement. You reach forward the instant you feel him pulling away because there is just no way, no way in hell that you’re letting him go that easily. Not without letting him know how much you want this.

You pull apart, manage to make a small quip about practicing, but the way Blaine looks so bashful about what he’s done, so pink in the cheeks and red in the lips, all it conjures up in you is the desire for more. You take a moment to catch his eyes and you both lean in. As the second kiss begins, all you can think to yourself is Finally.

After the run-through of Animal, no matter how impressed Blaine was with Kurt’s phenomenal vocal performance, he had to address the problem of Kurt’s perceived sex appeal.

“I have as much sexual appeal and knowledge as a baby penguin,” Kurt said, exasperated.

Blaine smiled knowingly, “Don’t worry Kurt, we’ll think of something.”

The pair stopped at The Lima Bean on the way back to Kurt’s to practice “sexy faces”. Their conversation turned from sex appeal to various other aspects of their lives and Blaine subtly flirted with Kurt. He couldn’t help it. As bad as he was at romance, it was undeniable that he had feelings that were growing for the younger boy. He looked over, trying to gauge how his subtle passes were coming across and caught Kurt with a fantastically sly smile on his face. Blaine’s heart skipped a beat. He had to stop a moment to get his mental processes back up and running.

“Blaine? You in there? We’re next in line,” Kurt said, motioning them forward.

What Blaine wanted to scream at Kurt was how unbelievably sexy that look had just been. How he had wanted to shove him up against the counter behind them and help him gain the confidence to believe he was that sexy all the time. Because when he wasn’t thinking about it, Kurt was absolutely chill-inducing.

Instead, he stepped forward and ordered for them both and throwing a big smile back at Kurt. “It’s on me.”

“Santana, what are you saying?” Brittany’s heart was practically in her throat from beating so fiercely.

“I’m saying… come on, Britts. You know what I’m saying,” Santana sighed.

Brittany could tell that her best friend was still on edge with this conversation. The conflicted look in her eyes broke Brittany’s heart a little. Santana spent so long building a reputation in this school. Commitment was not her cup of tea, and Brittany knew that. But she couldn’t handle the pinky holding and the covert kissing sessions where she wasn’t allowed to kiss Santana on the mouth. The neck kissing was nice, sure, but it wasn’t what she wanted. Friendship just wasn’t cutting it anymore, and it was time Brittany found the backbone to stand up to her domineering best friend.

“Say it, Santana. Please, for me?”

Santana did not do sappy. She was straight and to the point and she cut emotional corners like it was her job. She was the head bitch at McKinley High and she liked the view from the top. Attachment was not necessary. Santana was risking a lot here. She knew what doing this, what crossing that line with Brittany would do. She could practically taste the slushies now.

She looked at Brittany, seeing the hopeful smile on her face, and melted. It wasn’t fair to keep holding back. To either of them, really. It wasn’t fair to Brittany and it was beginning to physically hurt Santana not being able to hold Brittany in her arms whenever she wanted.

“Brit, I love you,” she whispered.

A big, goofy smile broke out on Brittany’s face.

“You what, San? I couldn’t hear you…”

“I freaking love you, Brittany S. Pierce. Gosh.” Santana practically shouted it in the empty hallway.

The two girls started laughing, mostly out of relief. Brittany leaned in and gave Santana a quick kiss.

“I love you too, Santana Lopez.”

They started down the hallway to their next class, and Santana grabbed Brittany’s hand, linking fingers with her girlfriend.

“Blaine, stop it. Get back here,” Kurt said, grabbing the Warbler by the shoulders and pushing him back to the conversation.

“Kurt, I can’t do this right now, I really need to go,” Blaine replied, a nervous look settling on his face.

“No, Blaine. I can’t do this anymore. You have to listen to me.”

The feelings had been building up in Kurt for some time now. Denying his feelings for Blaine was not working for Kurt. Since coming to Dalton, he’d found more strength within himself than he’d ever anticipated. He had also come to realize that Blaine, the man who had inspired him to search for that courage in the first place, was a lot more scared and unsure than he would ever admit.

Blaine’s eyes filled with a mixture of nerves and fear. They had tiptoed around the issue long enough. Kurt was hoping to not have to be the one to admit his feelings first. In the past, this hadn’t gone well for him. But clearly, Blaine wasn’t going to step up and living on the verge of romance without ever actually stepping into its bounds was beginning to wear at Kurt’s newfound sense of self.

The beauty of how Kurt felt about Blaine was how different it was from the other times he fell for someone. He didn’t long to lose himself in Blaine. He longed to find himself with Blaine.

“I honestly can’t keep watching you run away from this, Blaine. I like you, Blaine. When I say that, you have to understand, I’m using serious restraint. Like is an understatement. But if you’re just going to keep running, you need to tell me now. So I don’t waste any more time on another pipe dream. You owe me at least that,” Kurt explained, his hands still on Blaine’s shoulders, searching his eyes for a hint of anything, anything at all.

Blaine looked into Kurt’s eyes. He didn’t know what to say. That wasn’t entirely true. He knew exactly what to say, he just didn’t know how to say it. He’d warned Kurt. He didn’t know a thing about romance. He’d never had a boyfriend and clearly, by the GAP fiasco, he had no idea how to go about getting one. But the look in Kurt’s eyes, the way he was trying to stay strong but Blaine could see the hurt starting to tinge the hope, it nearly broke his heart. And in that moment, he might not have known what to say, but he knew what to do. He grabbed Kurt’s face on either side with his hands and pulled him in, pressing his lips to Kurt’s.

The way Kurt sighed into the kiss made Blaine’s heart soar. Music, lyrics, words were all clearly unnecessary. Finally, Blaine thought, I finally got it right.

“Quinn, just, hang on a second,” Puck said after everyone else had left the choir room.

Quinn turned to him, confused. He unwrapped the ring pop he’d been holding in his jacket all practice and got down on one knee. Quinn took a step closer to him, eyeing him warily.

“What are you doing, Puckerman?”

“It’s strawberry, your favorite, right?”

“Yes… what’s with the one knee thing?”

A small ball of excitement wrapped around her heart and tugged, hoping for something she knew to be an impossibility. The two of them had hardly spoken since they’d given up Beth. Quinn knew it was stupid, but she’d never quite let go of that moment in the hospital. When he’d told her the three words she was longing to hear from him. She never found the courage to say them back, that day or any of the days following. She guessed she missed her chance.

“I’ve been thinking a lot lately. I want us to have the chance we never had before because of Finn.”

A giant smile broke out on Quinn’s face, replacing the look of confusion. She could not believe what she was hearing. Without thinking twice, she ran to Puck and threw her arms around his neck, planting her lips square on his.

When they pulled apart, she stepped back, a little flushed and slightly embarrassed.

Puck offered up the ring. “Still want the ring pop?”

She took it and slipped it on her finger, popping it in her mouth and giving Puck a quick, seductive look.

“Yes yes I do, Puck.”

 “Brit! Get off him, seriously. You’re going to regret this in the morning.”

Santana was never the sober one, but Brittany had begged her. So how could she say no? Just this once, of course. She swore she’d never be DD again, watching this madness unfold.  Spin the bottle? After Rachel’s party, anytime the glee kids got together it became a go-to when things were dull. Being on the sober side for once, Santana could definitely say – things were dull.

To be fair, the party had been Sam’s idea, and the damn thing was Avatar themed. To make things more awkward, Santana was sitting here, sober, while her ex-boyfriend kissed her best friend.

“Spin the bottle, such bullshit,” she muttered under her breath as she pried the two apart.

In the moment right as she separated their heads, with Brittany’s eyes still half-closed from the drunkenly passionate kiss, Santana’s heart skipped a beat. She wanted to pull her in and be the one stealing her kisses. As the feeling settled in the pit of her stomach, she shook her head, reaching out an arm.

“Screw this. Somebody get me a shot.”