send in a ❣ for a random kiss.
(roll, 1: a shy kiss)

Why was he doing this?  What possessed him to think what he was marching towards Kurt to do was on the same PLANET as okay?  Did someone spike his coffee?  No.  Did he fall and hit his head at Warbler practice?  No.  He must’ve lost his mind.  That had to be the reason why he followed Kurt out when he left his pack of hyenas and seemed to be leaving to go home.  Blaine clenched the stem of the rose he bought from the woman selling them

(he never dug his wallet out as fast as the second he saw her)

outside the Lima Bean so tight, his fingers should be thankful that the thorns were already trimmed off.  

By the time he caught up to him, his stomach was twisted up so tight it felt hot.  His heart beat like hummingbird wings inside his chest.  Hazel eyes were round, blinking owlishly when he gently tapped Kurt’s shoulder and said his name at the same time to get his attention without startling the Cheerio.  Here came the proverbial cat to steal his tongue right as the other turned with the look Blaine was pretty sure was reserved only for him.  Somewhere between irritation and indifference.  Asking him for the time crossed his mind in a flash of doubt that it might be best to back off.  Look stupid that he didn’t know he could look at his phone and not have bothered someone who hated him as much as Kurt seemed to.

Gravity betrayed him, though.  Cause the poles shifted, turned themselves in the direction that had his arm lifting and that perfectly shaped rose (red, why’d he pick red?) was held out towards Kurt.  Blaine watched it come up like he was having an out of body experience.  One that didn’t end as he stepped closer.  Before Kurt’s quicksilver tongue could cut him down, their lips met for the first time.  Could be the last time, too.  At least he could stop wondering what that might feel like at all hours of the day and night regardless of the outcome.  He knew.