It had been three blissful weeks of dating Blaine. Every day brought something new and different and wonderful. Holding hands, lying on Blaine’s bed doing homework together, hurried make out sessions in the 15 minutes after classes let out before Warblers’ rehearsals started – it was all so fresh and exhilarating.
It was a small miracle Kurt wasn’t failing every class, with all the distractions Blaine provided. One moment Kurt would be in the middle of class, taking diligent notes on the rise of the Roman empire when Blaine would yawn, flashing a sleepy grin at Kurt. The grin would naturally draw Kurt’s attention to Blaine’s lips and conjure up images of the many fantastic things they were capable of. Some nights Kurt would lay awake, mind buzzing with the realization that Blaine Anderson was his boyfriend. That simple revelation was enough to take his breath away.
Even now in Warbler’s rehearsals, his thoughts kept drifting to Blaine. There’d been no time for a hurried make out session before practice because Blaine had to retrieve some forgotten thing from his dorm and Kurt was aching for some time alone with his boyfriend. He’d never known he could feel like this, that kissing could feel so electric, and he was already hopelessly addicted to Blaine.
Out of the corner of his eye, Kurt saw Blaine stumble slightly, his movements out of sync with the other Warblers. For anyone else, it would be barely worth noticing. But Blaine never messed up, even during rehearsals. Kurt was pretty sure that Blaine had come out of the womb knowing the melody, lyrics, and choreography to every pop song imaginable. “You okay?” Kurt mouthed to Blaine.
Blaine blushed, nodding sheepishly as he resumed dancing. But even from across the risers, Kurt could see the fine sheen of sweat that had broken out on Blaine’s forehead. Huh.