Chapter 10

                                    

                                          
Blaine pulled away once more, keeping their foreheads pressed together. He couldn't keep himself from stealing a few shorter kisses. 
                          
His body was still tingling with electricity and adrenaline.
                          
Kurt's hand slid from Blaine's cheek, resting now and the nape of his neck and played with the few reckless curls.
                          
They moved closer together now, if that was even possible; they were almost chest to chest. Blaine's hand slid slowly upwards from his knee, resting at about mid-thigh.
                          
Kurt's breath hitched, and he interlaced the fingers on his free hand with Blaine's and held it to his chest.
                          
It was with that they opened their eyes.
                          
Hazel met glasz and the silence was louder than ever. Just when the rest of the room was about to faint from anticipation or awkwardness, Kurt's face widened into a breathtaking smile as he and Blaine embraced.
                          
They pulled back, connecting their lips in another lingering kiss.
                          
Wes cleared his throat, causing the pair to actually remember there were others in the room. 
                          
They moved a reasonable distance away from each other (although their hands remained linked) as their faces flushed a deep red.
                          
"Um..." Blaine said, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to regain brain function. His thoughts were still trained on the feel of Kurt's lips, his skin. 
                          
Kurt seemed to be in a similar situation. They met eyes again and broke out into hysterical giggles. 
                          
They feel onto each other, quivering with laughter and shaking their heads.
                          
Santana eyed them, backing away a little bit. "I do not envy you for living with that."
                          
"My god." David whispered, slightly horrified. "Is this what we're going to have to deal with now that they're together?" 
                          
At that, the last of the laughter died away as Kurt and Blaine met eyes yet again.
                          
"Does this mean..." Kurt started hesitantly. "I mean, if you wanted-unless you didn't! That would be fine, I guess. Well, not really, but you know..." Kurt rambled, looking down at his hands.
                          
"Damn, white boy!" Mercedes chortled. "I've never seen you so flustered before!"
                          
Blaine smiled as he lifted Kurt's chin. "I'm whatever you want me to be."
                          
Kurt couldn't stop the smile and blush that spread across his face even if he wanted to. 
                          
"Well..." Kurt looked up, a half-amazed expression on his face as he said the words: "Blaine Anderson, will you be my boyfriend?"*
                          
It was Blaine's turn to blush and smile ("Lovesick puppies, they are." Santana muttered). "Of course."
                          
"You don't know how long I've waited for this." Kurt whispered. "For you."
                          
This time, it was physically impossible.
                          
"D'awwwww!" The girls said in unison, covering their mouths as they tittered in happiness. 
                          
Their feet bounced, hands flailed, and it looked like there were some teary eyes as well.**
                          
"Kurtie, I'm so happy for you!" Tina squealed, jumping up and crushing him in a hug, which affectively yanked him away from his new boyfriend.
                          
Boyfriend. Kurt would never get used to that.
                          
Within seconds he was swarmed by his girls, all hugging and flailing and squealing and congratulating.