You can do this.  You can do this.  

The mantra was in his head the entire walk towards where he was told Kurt disappeared to after classes were over.  Blaine was a jittery mess of nervous excitement and determination that he felt dancing through his limbs.  Electrical currents of a pull and need he never felt so deeply before.  They all met inside his chest and sped up his pulse into a thundering thump, thump, thump echoing in his eardrums.  Need seeped into his bones carried him closer and closer towards the entrance.  Blaine swore he didn’t need his eyes open to find the way.  It ran so deep that he could close his eyes and the draw would lead him right to Kurt.

His entire world changed in a matter of minutes.  

Thanks to his voice and love and tears shed for such a simple little creature that meant the world to him.  The two of them could’ve been the only two people inside the room as Blaine’s awareness of feelings he’d caught himself feeling, thoughts that crept in and were quickly brushed away for not wanting to ruin what they had until he convinced himself he was oblivious to them refused to be brushed under the rug again.

What started out as the briefest of pauses just out of sight so he could roll his eyes closed, thunk his head off the wall, take two gulps of air and shake off the last of his nerves so Kurt wouldn’t see ended with..

The first taste of Kurt’s lips still coated his.  A tingle Kurt’s hand left behind was a ghost haunting his skin.  Just like that..  Blaine Anderson’s first kiss, a truth he never confessed to Kurt that day on the steps at McKinley because Kurt needed his support and for him to listen–and then the detail just didn’t seem to mix with what he was trying to be for Kurt so mentioning fell to the wayside, belonged to someone who he shared an equally bashful laugh with.  

That laugh, that was a hint. Tucking down into his arm until Kurt spoke?  The first real display of true shyness Kurt was allowed to see.  ‘I thought we were..’

Blaine was up and out of his chair.  Their lips crashed together this time.  When he feathered a touch across Kurt’s cheekbones, he was gone.  All his air rushed out in a sigh through his nose and his tongue grazed over Kurt’s bottom lip.  His insides went up, went down and he tasted what it felt like to know that at last, he FINALLY let himself come home.  So much for learning to fly, why not just throw yourself off the cliff and spread your wings?  It wasn’t so scary to do when you knew someone was doing the same thing.