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Summary: Blaine Anderson knows who he is - lead Warbler, A-student, student council representative - the Dalton boys all tell him he’s got charisma and charm, and his girlfriend tells him he’s dreamy.

When rival glee club student Kurt Hummel turns up at Dalton one day -  land of glee club rockstars, blazers and ties, and a zero tolerance harassment policy - he doesn’t totally get why Blaine Anderson - the popular lead Warbler - would be so eager to court his friendship.

And to be honest, Blaine doesn’t really get it either.

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FULL FIC: Loose Ties

Kurt’s attachment to New Directions is flimsy, apparently. He arrives at Dalton Academy under a thin veil of McKinley loyalty - a rogue spy scoping out the competition. But it appears that all it takes is a handshake and a handful of blue-blazered handsome clones doo-wopping to Katy Perry to crumble his armour.  Now he’s sitting in a common room, caught, flanked by three earnest and clean shaven Warblers, and incomprehensibly explaining himself.

“Are you guys all gay?” Kurt asks, bewildered by their kindness.

“No,” They answer in unison, chuckling an almost-apology. The one in the middle with the yellow-hazel eyes and gelled black hair- the glee club’s leader,  Blaine Anderson  - looks down at his toes before looking up and shrugging his shoulders. “We three have girlfriends.”

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22

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Klaine Advent Fic: Loose Ties

Summary: Blaine Anderson knows who he is - lead Warbler, A-student, student council representative - the Dalton boys all tell him he’s got charisma and charm, and his girlfriend tells him he’s dreamy. 

When rival glee club student Kurt Hummel turns up at Dalton one day -  land of glee club rockstars, blazers and ties, and a zero tolerance harassment policy - he doesn’t totally get why Blaine Anderson - the popular lead Warbler - would be so eager to court his friendship. 

And to be honest, Blaine doesn’t really get it either.

Notes: Klaine Advent fic 2017. One word at a time turned full fic. Based on this fic prompt. Blaine self-discovery, friends-to-more, awkward communication, sprinkled with a bit of heat and sexual tension those first times bring. 

Loose Ties 

Part 1 - (Attachment)

Kurt’s attachment to New Directions is flimsy, apparently. He arrives at Dalton Academy under a thin veil of McKinley loyalty - a rogue spy scoping out the competition. But it appears that all it takes is a handshake and a handful of blue-blazered handsome clones doo-wopping to Katy Perry to crumble his armour.  Now he’s sitting in a common room, caught, flanked by three earnest and clean shaven Warblers, and incomprehensibly explaining himself.

“Are you guys all gay?” Kurt asks, bewildered by their kindness.

“No,” They answer in unison, chuckling an almost-apology. The one in the middle with the yellow-hazel eyes and gelled black hair- the glee club’s leader,  Blaine Anderson  - looks down at his toes before looking up and shrugging his shoulders. “We three have girlfriends.” 

“This is not a gay school. We just have a zero tolerance harassment policy. It’s pretty simple,” The one on the left adds. 

Kurt is pretty sure that they have no idea what they’re talking about. “I’m the only out gay guy at my school,” Kurt challenges, and adds under his breath, “Maybe in all of Lima.”

The three school boy mannequins all object with choreographed shakes of their heads. “Definitely not, Kurt,” The one on the right chimes in.  “Our head boy last year was gay.” 

“And we have a freshman running the gay-straight alliance.” Blaine says proudly.

Kurt smirks. Great. Some former student gay guy who is now probably in San Francisco or New York City or somewhere far more rainbow colored than Lima. But he admits to himself that these straight boys’ eagerness to please him is somewhat refreshing. Especially the sparkly-eyed one in the middle.

“Look Kurt, I know Dalton’s not for everyone. But we are always looking for new Warblers - if you’re ever thinking about transferring, give me a call. We’re doing a Rent Medley for our Christmas concert and we could use a countertenor. Do you want to-?”  Blaine takes out his phone. 

“Rent is playing, by the way-” Kurt adds, typing “Blaine Anderson” into his contacts section. 

“At the community playhouse with Greg Evigan,” Blaine finishes his sentence. Kurt raises his eyebrows, impressed. Dalton really is a different world. “We should go together,” Blaine smiles and Kurt thinks he actually means it.

Gay positive, Rent-loving, anti-bullying. Kurt definitely calls that progress.

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Fic: Loose Ties

Summary: Blaine Anderson knows who he is - lead Warbler, A-student, student council representative - the Dalton boys all tell him he’s got charisma and charm, and his girlfriend tells him he’s dreamy.

When rival glee club student Kurt Hummel turns up at Dalton one day -  land of glee club rockstars, blazers and ties, and a zero tolerance harassment policy - he doesn’t totally get why Blaine Anderson - the popular lead Warbler - would be so eager to court his friendship.

And to be honest, Blaine doesn’t really get it either.

Loose Ties

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

Part 13 (Mist)

“Oh hey, you’re back already,” Blaine gestures at the clock reading 11:34pm, as Kurt steps into their room. Blaine somehow managed to escape the ball after Miles had swooped in to dance with Kurt. He wasn’t really in the mood to dance with others flying solo, watching Kurt flirt with some other guy. Besides Kurt was probably right that cutting in for a slow dance with him was probably not the best way to come out to the whole school. He could just picture the headlines in the Dalton Daily: Formerly straight lead Warbler dances out of the closet under the spell of the new kid. It wouldn’t be entirely inaccurate. 

Instead, Blaine returned to his room, changed into his pajamas, and lay down on his bed, imagining the dance he didn’t have - Kurt in his navy patterned suit, him in his special occasion Dalton red and blue piped bowtie, the dry ice rising like mist over the dance floor making it seem like a dream. Actually, it is a dream.  

This sucks.

“I thought maybe you and Miles-,” Blaine pauses not really wanting to finish the sentence.

“Where’d you go?” Kurt closes the door behind him.

“Oh. I wasn’t really in the mood to-”

“I wanted to dance with you too, you know?” Kurt interrupts, crossing his arms.

“What?” 

“I wanted to dance with you,” Kurt repeats. “I just didn’t want to be the cause of some deep regret that you had just come out to the whole school.”

“Probably not my greatest idea,” Blaine muses. Though at least it would be done. “But-”

“But what?”

“But I did want to dance with you,” Blaine says again. Kurt stares at him quizzically, and goes to sit down on his bed. Blaine is lying on his own bed, staring back.

“It’s late,” Kurt deflects.

“What happened to Miles?”

“Miles? I don’t know, I guess he’s still there.”

“I thought maybe you-,” Blaine stops again. If there is an end to that sentence, Kurt is going to finish it, not him.

“No,” Kurt shakes his head and bites his lower lip.  “He’s cute but, I don’t know. He likes football and wants to go into business.”

“Hey, I like football.”

Kurt laughs, “Can’t be completely flawless.”

Blaine blushes. “Like you?”

“Of course.” 

Kurt is still staring at Blaine. He stands up again, walking over to Blaine’s bed with his hand outstretched. “Okay, so let’s do it.” He sounds casual but Blaine can see his hand is shaking.

Blaine sits up, confused, “Do what?”

“Let’s dance.”

“What?” Blaine’s face is plainly surprised but he at least tries to contain the swooping nervousness with a straight face. “Here?”

“It’s the night of the fall ball, you’re not out yet, and you don’t want to dance with another girl from Crawford,” Kurt summarizes matter of factly. He turns around and hits play on whatever Blaine was recently listening to. “The Beatles?” Blaine shrugs and Kurt scrolls through to Let It Be. “I can work with it. May I?” Kurt holds out his hand again, casual facade only broken by his red cheeks. Kurt has guts. As if Blaine would say no.

“I would love to,” Blaine smiles and takes Kurt’s hand, switching quickly to placing his arms around Kurt’s shoulders. He’s shorter. The follower. Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine’s back and pulls him in, scents of Speed Stick deodorant and Irish Spring soap forever ensuring the men’s drug store aisle will be an instant aphrodisiac.

“Other than twirling with Miles just now, I’ve never slow danced with a guy either,” Kurt says as they sway, breaking the hopefully not too awkward silence.

“I guess not when you’re the only gay kid in Lima,” Blaine reminds him. Kurt probably won’t ever live that one down. 

“It’s not so different from slow dancing with a girl,” Kurt assesses. “I went to McKinley’s Sadie Hawkins dance with Mercedes last year. She really wanted to go with Sam, but Sam was dating Quinn, who really wanted to be with Puck. But then-” Kurt is rambling. 

“Kurt?” Blaine stops him.

“Yeah?”

 “It’s different.” 

Blaine puts his head down on Kurt’s shoulder, holds him as close as would be acceptable for two friends having a not-sure-what moment. Red flannel pajamas and Kurt’s elegant navy suit. Not quite a match but he’ll take it. It’s silent again. Blaine wants to freeze time with the charged air of the room and revel in the uncertainty.

“Okay,” Kurt breathes, pulling him an inch closer. “It’s different.”

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Fic: Loose Ties

Summary: Blaine Anderson knows who he is - lead Warbler, A-student, student council representative - the Dalton boys all tell him he’s got charisma and charm, and his girlfriend tells him he’s dreamy.

When rival glee club student Kurt Hummel turns up at Dalton one day -  land of glee club rockstars, blazers and ties, and a zero tolerance harassment policy - he doesn’t totally get why Blaine Anderson - the popular lead Warbler - would be so eager to court his friendship.

And to be honest, Blaine doesn’t really get it either.

Loose Ties

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19

Part 20 (underline)

It’s a fairytale romance, really. Including the PG-13 rating.

They’ve had a week of bliss since it all went public - holding hands in the hallways, stealing kisses before class, feet brushing under the lunch table. And he can usually convince Blaine to come back to his now single room to “help him with homework” or some other excuse to have some time alone. To kiss as much as they want. And he wants. But Blaine always stops them after a not-long-enough period of time and excuses himself, blushing. Kurt is of course blushing too - but that wasn’t going to stop him.

Kurt remembers that Blaine would come home from his dates with Jenna early. He remembers that Blaine didn’t use his tie on the door knob, even scoffed at the idea. He remembers that Blaine didn’t invite Jenna back to their room. And he knows that Blaine is a gentleman. But he figures that there were other factors at play with Jenna, ones where he hopes he has a distinct advantage. 

He also knows that Blaine sees him blush at any mention of sex - of p*rn, or bodies or wanting. He can’t help it - he’s inexperienced and he has very white skin with red undertones. Coughing too loudly in class turns his cheeks red. And he’s not sure that’s going to stop but he’s willing to blush his way through it. Because he’d really like something to happen. Horizontally. And he has a plan.

Night eighteen of their fairytale courtship and night eighteen of Blaine about to excuse himself too soon from their less than chaste kissing. “I should probably get going-” Blaine starts, cheeks pleasantly pink, about to pick up his blazer from where it’s draped over Kurt’s desk chair.

”Don’t you ever wanna just rip each other’s clothes off and get dirty?” Kurt blurts. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Uhhh yeah,” Blaine says it like it’s so obvious. Which it is (obviously) but actions speak louder. “That’s why they invented masturbation.”

Masturbation. Kurt’s mouth drops open slightly, images of Blaine sitting with FratBoyPhysicals.com replaced with images of Blaine’s hands in his cute striped boxers doing some unnamed thing, Kurt’s name on his lips. “Is it hot in here? I’m getting hot-” 

“I’m serious,” Blaine says so earnestly. “I want you to be comfortable,” Blaine pauses. “So I can be comfortable.” Blaine plops down on Kurt’s chair.

Kurt nods, still standing, calculating his next move. “I’m comfortable,” He says simply.

“You’re comfortable?” Blaine looks at him like he’s trying to decipher a code.

“Blaine,” Kurt takes a deep breath. “I want to lie down on this bed with you tonight. And maybe another day soon I would like to take your clothes off.” Kurt bites his lower lip, cheeks burning. But he says it. And the look on Blaine’s face is a perfectly pink mix of surprise and delight and Kurt would really like to be kissing it right now. He reaches for Blaine and pulls him towards his bed. Finally.

Blaine starts to rest on top of him, neurons firing everywhere at the surprise fantasy he’s faced with, then he hesitates. “Because anything we do, I want to make sure it’s something you want and-” 

“Blaine,” Kurt huffs. “The underlined words in that sentence were I want to.”

Blaine stares into his eyes, searching, and Kurt hopes he is answering with his newly developed Please shut up and lie on top of me and kiss me everywhere right now look. 

Finally. Finally, Blaine lets his body lie heavily on Kurt’s, moving and kissing, desire coursing through them. Kurt wants to feel him everywhere - his toned back, heavy arms, his bubble butt that Kurt has stared at guiltily too many times.  No more guilt tonight though - He lets his hands travel downwards and squeezes, Blaine’s ass fitting perfectly in his hands. Blaine moans and kisses him more deeply and he never wants to move. Particularly because Dalton’s thin grey suit pants leave nothing to his imagination - Blaine is hard against his leg, he’s hard too and Blaine’s hands are reaching underneath him to mirror him - squeezing his ass and pressing them together and this is what Blaine meant by he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop.

But they do. They can. They’re being very adult about this. Blaine rolls beside him on to his back and laughs. “Now we need to stop, right?”

“Mmmmm,” Kurt cuddles into him. “Probably for now.”

Blaine kisses the side of his neck. “So you want to get me naked, huh?”

Kurt turns to face him. “On Saturday. After the New Directions’ party. At your parents’ empty house.” Blaine’s eyebrows shoot up and Kurt guesses that he’s 2/2 on the pleasant surprises tonight. Or maybe pleasant isn’t exactly the right word.  “And?”

“You always zig when I think you’re about to zag,” Blaine shakes his head in disbelief.

“Zig zig zig,” Kurt whispers in his ear. “And?” Kurt waits for an answer.

“And,” Blaine drags out, “I like it.”

Mission accomplished.

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Fic: Loose Ties

Summary: Blaine Anderson knows who he is - lead Warbler, A-student, student council representative - the Dalton boys all tell him he’s got charisma and charm, and his girlfriend tells him he’s dreamy.

When rival glee club student Kurt Hummel turns up at Dalton one day -  land of glee club rockstars, blazers and ties, and a zero tolerance harassment policy - he doesn’t totally get why Blaine Anderson - the popular lead Warbler - would be so eager to court his friendship.

And to be honest, Blaine doesn’t really get it either.

Loose Ties

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Part 5 (Example)

Kurt and Blaine  - Dalton’s perfect example. The poster children of how it all should be - roommate bros. Gay and straight without issue. Best buds. They’re practically a GSA public service announcement.

Until it happens. Of course it does. Kurt knew it would eventually and naturally Dalton’s wannabe eutopia is shattered. 

All because Blaine had a shower and Kurt forgot to knock. Kurt is already picturing the curtain Blaine will put up, the rules he’ll want to implement about privacy, the late night conversations that clearly won’t be happening anymore.  

“I am so sorry,” Kurt covers his face with his hands and shakes his head over and over. He had been focused on getting back to his room to put down the ridiculously oversized poinsettia plant for their window, and he just walked right in - just as Blaine was removing the teeny tiny white towel from his freshly showered body. He thinks there might have even been a butt but he’s too mortified to have even checked. 

“It’s okay, Kurt,” Blaine quickly reassures and re-secures the towel around his waist. Kurt thinks he can see Blaine blushing from between his fingers. God. 

“I just had this huge plant in my hands and I usually knock and I really wasn’t trying to catch you, you know-”

“In my birthday suit?” And Kurt just groans and flops down on his bed. “I don’t care, Kurt.”

Kurt turns to him, face flaming with embarrassment, about to object but Blaine is just standing there on display, still naked from the waist up, shrugging his shoulders and smiling in amusement.  

Kurt sits up and stares him down - which is more difficult than it sounds when one is both completely mortified and faced with a very nicely muscled torso speckled with water droplets. “You know that I wasn’t trying to sneak a peek or anything like that, right?” Blaine may be a great guy and Dalton may have a no harassment policy but they both still live in a world where gay guys are seen as dangerously insatiable.

Blaine laughs and shakes his head, still standing in his teeny white towel. “I know you better than that.” Kurt feels relief wash over him as he catches his breath. “And I wouldn’t even mind if you were,” Blaine says non-chalantly, turning around to grab his clothes.

What? Kurt wills his breathing to stay calm. “What even, Blaine?”

Blaine faces him again, clothes in hand, with that slightly cocky yet charming smile he uses to get the Warblers to listen to him. “I work out. I’m proud of my body. Who doesn’t like to get noticed?”

Kurt doesn’t know what to say. “Attention whore,” He mutters. It seems like the safest response. “You don’t even know if I like what I saw.” Kurt can’t believe he’s having this conversation.

“I do know you have impeccable taste, though.” Blaine winks  as he leaves the room to finish changing in the stalls. 

It’s true. He does. And he definitely likes what he saw. Dammit. 

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Fic: Loose Ties

Summary: Blaine Anderson knows who he is - lead Warbler, A-student, student council representative - the Dalton boys all tell him he’s got charisma and charm, and his girlfriend tells him he’s dreamy.

When rival glee club student Kurt Hummel turns up at Dalton one day -  land of glee club rockstars, blazers and ties, and a zero tolerance harassment policy - he doesn’t totally get why Blaine Anderson - the popular lead Warbler - would be so eager to court his friendship.

And to be honest, Blaine doesn’t really get it either.

Loose Ties

Part 1

Part 2 - (Bucket)

Blaine’s bucket list for junior year: 

1. Student council rep (check)

2. Lead Warbler (check)

3. Girlfriend (check - Dave had insisted on that one) 

4. See Rent on Broadway (not exactly sure how that’s going to happen but he has to have something to aim for)

5. Get laid

What the f***?!  Blaine sighs at Dave’s handwriting in his otherwise neatly written goals’ list in his little black book. Dave has been bugging him to Get Laid since mid-summer which is when he assumes Dave and Sarah first did “it”. And Dave’s only gotten more enthusiastic since Blaine started dating Sarah’s best friend. He’s only sixteen, though - he’s not in a rush. And he would never pressure Jenna into something like that. Ridiculous.

“What the hell, Dave?” Blaine points to Dave’s addition in his notebook, now neatly crossed out with his black pen. 

“Oh come on, dude. Jenna’s a babe.”

“And I’m a gentleman,” Blaine elbows him in the side, half in jest, all in earnest.

“Hey, you and Jenna coming to the prefect party this weekend?”

Jenna goes to Crawford Country Day  - the girls’ private school that Dalton gets paired with for competitions and events and of course, dances. They’ve been together for six weeks and Blaine thinks that in old fashioned terms, his parents would say they were “going steady”.

Jenna’s great. She’s smart and funny  - and they have great phone conversations most nights. Just last night they were debating the pros and cons of Katy Perry versus Lady Gaga, and discussing their favorite pairings in Harry Potter. Jenna somehow thinks that Draco and Hermione would have been hot together, and he doesn’t disagree with her out loud, though he’s pretty sure there’s a large contingent of the internet that thinks Draco belongs with Harry. He would never even have thought of it but the passionate fanbase did give him pause. Anyways, Jenna is great and fun. And as Dave says, a babe. They have a great time when they see each other on weekends.

So Blaine doesn’t spend any time thinking about why he just cancelled this weekend’s plans to go see Rent at the community playhouse with Kurt Hummel. She’s not a huge musical theatre fan and it’s basically a bucket list item, anyways.

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Fic: Loose Ties

Summary: Blaine Anderson knows who he is - lead Warbler, A-student, student council representative - the Dalton boys all tell him he’s got charisma and charm, and his girlfriend tells him he’s dreamy.

When rival glee club student Kurt Hummel turns up at Dalton one day -  land of glee club rockstars, blazers and ties, and a zero tolerance harassment policy - he doesn’t totally get why Blaine Anderson - the popular lead Warbler - would be so eager to court his friendship.

And to be honest, Blaine doesn’t really get it either.

Loose Ties

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Part 10 (Judgment)

Long after he can hear Blaine’s breathing even out to sleep, Kurt lies awake, staring at the ceiling. 

Blaine is gay. What is he supposed to do with that information? 

It’s like every gay guy’s wildest dream come true -  straight best friend turned gay - and here he is with no idea how to proceed. The easy logic behind every strictly disciplined behaviour he required of himself is now null and void - That is not a hot guy in a towel, that is Blaine, your straight friend and roommate and I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate you staring at his ass. So he didn’t. And when it turned out Blaine was a bit of an exhibitionist - Well, he dismissed it all for what it was - Blaine a little bit cocky but obviously can get away with it. Girls, boys, who cares? But apparently Blaine does care. And he likes boys. 

So now do they just throw all modesty to the wind and romp around naked ogling each other shamelessly? No. Now it’s worse - Now there’s potential. Or maybe that’s all in Kurt’s head. But at least there is theoretical potential that makes innocent glances less innocent. Maybe. And a wanted look could be a secret wish. Or totally not and he’s completely making things up in his head.

Clearly they are now going to have strict rules. Kurt plans in his head that he  changes between 8 and 8:30am, while Blaine is at breakfast. Blaine will change at 9 while Kurt’s at yoga. They will have to get that curtain divider. But it better match their room.

Kurt’s body feels drunk on excitement. Or anxiety. What a disaster.

When Kurt opens his eyes the next morning, Blaine is already up, showered and  dressed, tightening his tie and grabbing his blazer.

“Last night was real, right?” Kurt gets his attention.

Blaine turns to him and laughs, “That I’m gay? Yes.”

“Either that or I was having really far fetched dreams.”

“Hey, dreams can come true,” Blaine winks. God. Kurt turns and leans on his elbow, still lying down. “This going to change everything.”

“Some things. At least I hope,” Blaine says straightening his tie in the mirror. “You probably won’t walk in on me with anyone from Crawford, or looking at last month’s Playboy. But there’s always Playgirl,” Blaine smirks. 

Kurt throws his pillow at him. “There are much better gay - you know - than Playgirl. Really.” Kurt shakes his head, judgment scathing. Playgirl ugh. 

Blaine has a sparkle in his eye but he looks...impressed? “I don’t know, actually,” He confesses. “But hopefully, I will soon.”  And now Kurt has an image planted in his head of Blaine masturbating in their room to FratBoyPhysicals.com and he is beet red while Blaine is just standing there in his little Dalton suit with an amused grin. And who is supposed to be just coming out of the closet?

“You see, this changes everything!” Kurt moans dramatically and flops back down on the bed. Blaine sits down beside him, and Kurt sees he’s trying not to burst out laughing.

“If it helps at all,” Blaine leans over as if sharing a secret, “I was probably gay before too. Now I just need you to direct me to the right websites.” 

“Can you stop that, please?” Kurt knows he’s blushing.

“I didn’t know, though, that I could make you blush so easily,” Blaine looks so pleased with himself. Clearly enjoying every moment of his coming out process.

“Well, you can.” Kurt huffs and tries not to smile. 

“Seriously, though, I was always gay and I think this will make us closer,” Blaine shrugs. “I don’t think of Miles like that, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Miles. Right. Miles. Kind of cheesy, kind of funny, definitely cute Miles and his unabashed appreciation of Kurt’s body and eyes and voice. He is a fun hobby and a worthy contender for trading away years of never-been-kissed. Kurt just never imagined there might be something more valuable under door number two. He didn’t even know there was a door number two. There probably isn’t, anyways.

“I’m excited, actually,” Blaine smiles at him and he smiles back.

“Me too,” Kurt says and squeezes his hand. A little nauseous. But excited.