take my hand.

Kurt was sure that he was as red as a tomato by now, and he was hoping that Blaine wouldn’t point it out, because he was sure it was noticeable. He felt his shoulders relax though, at the soothing sound of Blaine telling him that it was okay, and to breathe. Just those words, the way Blaine said them, knowing that it was okay for now at least, it helped Kurt to relax. Relax for a moment at least, before suddenly Blaine was speaking again, and that strong, warm hand was on his shoulder.

“Oh,” He managed out breathlessly, a soft smile crossing his face as he ducked his own head, his heart leaping in his chest and feeling like it was doing flips at hearing the confirmation that Blaine was indeed gay too. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts, the fact that Blaine was so close, smelled so good, was so kind, it was all feeling like just a dream right now. “I… Y-yea,” He nodded his head quickly, chuckling and ducking his head again, “A nicer place would be a lot better, lead the way?”

Kurt getting any cuter was surely impossible.  Or that’s what Blaine thought.  The fidgeting and stuttered words?  How he struggled to breathe when Blaine didn’t think of himself as anyone who anyone should have to put themselves through that much of nerve wracking anxiety over Adorable was the only word that would fit the description.  Kurt was flat out adorable worrying so much about nothing that deserved to be worried about.  And it just kept going proving to Blaine that he was wrong.  Kurt managed what seemed like an unreachable level of cute.  In leaps and bounds.

Laughing when Kurt laughed–his eyebrows twitched together and he didn’t realize he was pouting in adoration.  Until his teeth pinched his bottom lip and gave him a warning.  Puppy dog eyeing someone who was barely able to think probably would only make it worse. “Okay,” he spoke barely above a whisper but it was enough for Kurt to hear the empty room.  “Great! Come on.  Let’s get out of here.”  A slender hand reached for Kurt to take as Blaine began to step backwards.  “Last class of the day.  I’ll use the impromptu Warblers practice excuse if anyone asks on the way.  You can say you’re coming to sing with me,” he grinned all conspiratory like.  “Not that I am a huge advocate of playing hookie but..one class won’t hurt.  Right?”