Kurt blinked and continued to stare at Blaine, his mouth open. Blaine was still wearing that same conflicting expression, and squeezing his hand tightly. Like he was afraid if he let go Kurt would disappear in a puff of smoke. Kurt's own hand was slack in his grasp. His mind firing in a thousand different directions, not able to focus on one thing he was thinking. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and tried to focus. Blaine...Bill...love...Blaine...I love Blaine? Kurt opened his eyes.

"Blaine, I-"

"It's okay. You-You don't have to say anything. I know you probably need time." Blaine smiled sadly.

"Y-Yes," Kurt choked out, "time. I-I need time."

Nodding, Blaine stroked his thumb over the flesh on the top of his hand. "And I bet you want to shower. Please don't think I'm creepy but the weekend after our shopping trip I went out and bought some stuff. That you liked but didn't actually buy yourself. You know...just in case." Their blushes mirrored each other.

"I don't think you're creepy." Kurt said softly.

"That's a relief!" Blaine said, wiping imaginary sweat off his brow. Effectively dulling the awkwardness that was floating around the room. Kurt laughed breathlessly.

"I've missed that." Blaine said, fondly looking at Kurt.

Kurt looked back, confused, "What?"

"Your laugh. Your blush. The way you smell. The way you say my name. Just... you. Everything about you."

Not thinking, Kurt just let the words fall out of his mouth. "I missed you too."

The way Blaine smiled reminded Kurt of a small child upon finding out his mother just booked them a trip to Disney World. Happiness shot through Kurt's whole body at seeing that look on Blaine's face. That was the first time he had admitted it out loud, even to himself. The words had felt right in his mouth when he said them. Kurt was sick of denying it, and it felt like a huge relief to finally allow himself to accept it.

"Okay. Shower." Blaine pulled him out of his reprieve and stood. Kurt followed suit. He had only eaten two of his crackers but the butterflies in his stomach told him it was going to be impossible for him to even try to eat the rest of them. Blaine was now walking out of the kitchen and Kurt followed behind him. They walked back down the cornered hallway and back into Blaine's bedroom.

Blaine went and stood in front of the dresser and pulled open the bottom drawer. Kurt peaked in from where he was standing in the door way and saw there was enough there for probably two or three outfits. Kurt flicked his eyes back up to Blaine's face who was staring into the drawer looking lost.

"Um, I don't know what you want. Why don't you pick?" Blaine backed away that way Kurt could take his place. Slowly he walked over but something on the dresser caught his eye first and he gasped.

The picture that Kurt couldn't see earlier was now perfectly clear. And he was looking at himself and Blaine about ten years younger. They were both dressed in matching Dalton uniforms and sitting outside on one of the park benches that were outside of the Lima Bean. Kurt was in the middle of rolling his eyes while Blaine was pressing his dry lips to Kurt's cheek.

It wasn't long after they had gotten together that this had been taken, they were both bundled up for the cold. He remembered Mercedes snapping the picture with her phone and then sending it to the both of them. Blaine immediately setting his to wallpaper and exclaiming that it was is favorite picture to ever exist. Kurt always denied it, but it was one of his favorite pictures that had ever been taken of the two of them. And for that reason it had been the first to be deleted out of his phone when they broke up. He hadn't seen it for seven years.

Kurt spun around and looked at Blaine, disbelief painting over his face. "You still have that picture?"

"I told you then it was my favorite picture to ever exist." Blaine said, giving a half smile, like he was unsure of what emotion he should be conveying.

"But," Kurt started, "seven years Blaine."

"And I should have started chasing after you after only seven hours. Waiting all this time was the biggest mistake of my life."

"I-I-ah-I," Kurt stuttered, words failing him.

"It's okay," Blaine repeated for the second time in a matter of minutes. Slowly he brought his fingertips up to trace over Kurt's cheek. Kurt couldn't help himself as he leaned into the touch, Blaine's palm now resting hot and heavy on his face. He bought his hand up to Blaine's cheek and repeated the motion, staring, feeling Blaine blink and swallow against his hand.

The intensity of the emotion Kurt was feeling was too much for him and he dropped his hand, Blaine following Kurt's lead. His head spun around in circles, and he didn't know if it was from Blaine or if his hangover was finally catching up with him. Blinking, Kurt tried to steady his head but it wasn't happening. He felt like it had suddenly turned into one big cotton ball.

"Your clothes." Blaine reminded him and Kurt nodded once before turning back around.

Kurt looked down into the drawer and bent over to shuffle through. But then he heard Blaine clear his throat behind him. Kurt looked around his legs without standing up to see what Blaine was doing. And what Blaine was doing, was staring at his ass, not being shy about it either. Kurt watched him for a few seconds longer, trying not to giggle but then it go to be too much and a small bit of laughter bubbled from his lips.

Instantly Blaine blushed, snapping his eyes away from Kurt's backside. "Umm, I'm j-just gonna go set up the shower for you." And with that he ran out of the room. Laughter raked Kurt's entire body, but fire was in his veins knowing what had just happened.

He shook his head and tried to focus again, looking down at the drawer. Kurt ended up picking a long sleeved sweater that came to his mid thigh, a pair of dark wash jeans, a white button up for under the sweater and a blue tie. He couldn't deny that he was impressed, he had tried on this exact outfit that day but had decided not to purchase it. Blaine had even gotten the sizes right.

Smiling, Kurt shut the drawer and stood up. He cast one last look at the picture before he walked out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, the door was now open. When he walked in he saw Blaine bent into the shower, fiddling with the knobs and testing the water in the palm of his hand. Now it was time for Kurt to admire the view Blaine was unknowingly presenting him with. He let himself really look for once and he had to fight back a groan with a cough. Blaine pulled the same move Kurt had, looking around his legs to meet Kurt's red face. Only Blaine was much more gutsy than he was.

"Like something you see?" He said coyly before swinging his hips back and forth and turning back to the water.

"You wish." Kurt said, meaning for his voice to sound rough but it coming out breathless leaving Blaine knowing exactly how much Kurt did like what he saw. He watched Blaine's shoulders shake with laughter and he blushed harder, if possible.

Blaine stood up and turned to face Kurt. "That water temperature should be okay. I'm gonna go run and grab you a towel." Blaine started toward the door and Kurt took a step in that way Blaine could get around him.

"Hey Blaine?" Kurt called.

"Yeah?" He stopped halfway out the doorway.

"T-There were no boxers in that drawer for me. Should I just put back on the ones I have on now or-?" Secretly Kurt was hoping that Blaine would offer him a pair of his own. He was surprised to find out that he wanted to wear Blaine's clothes.

"Oh ew Kurt. I'll just give you a pair of mine. I'm sorry. I didn't even think of that." Blaine walked off down to the bedroom and Kurt heard him opening a drawer and then his closet.

Kurt grinned wickedly. "Are you sure? I mean I don't wanna wear them if you don't want me to." Kurt wondered if Blaine could hear the bullshit in his voice.

Blaine walked back into the bathroom with a dark green towel and a pair of plain white boxers. "I wouldn't have offered if I cared. Okay so everything you'll need is in there. Feel free to use whatever and as much of it as you want. And you can adjust the temperature if you want, it's just kinda tricky to get just right."

"Thanks," Kurt smiled as he took the towel and the underwear out of Blaine's hands, "I think I can handle it from here."

"Oh! Right. I'm leaving right now. Enjoy your shower and stuff...yeah..." Blaine shook his head and then turned on his heel and walked out of the bathroom slamming the door behind him.

Kurt smiled to himself as he walked over to set the pile of clothes on the edge of the sink. He took the towel with him and hung it on the hook that was conveniently placed at the end of the shower. Pulling back the curtain he stuck his right hand in and tested the water temperature for himself and was surprised to find it exactly right.

Smiling even bigger he pulled his arm out of the shower. He quickly undressed and stepped into the shower, not enjoying the chill of the air on his naked body. Kurt hummed happily when the warm spray hit him. Running his hands through his hair he felt the soreness of the night before slowly leave his body. He scoped out Blaine's shampoo and squeezed some into the palm of his hand, enjoying the smell.

While he massaged his head Kurt thought about his situation. He was currently in Blaine's shower, using Blaine's shampoo after spending the night intoxicated in Blaine's bed, while Blaine had refused to have sex with him. And he had told Blaine he loved him, before he had even told himself. Do I love Blaine? Kurt's head started spinning again.

However, deep down, Kurt knew this was the moment. He could either run away and never see Blaine again or he could throw faith to the wind and step off the high dive into Blaine's arms. A new line had been drawn with his confession, whether it was drunken or not... Things had shifted, Blaine didn't try to conceal himself anymore. Kurt didn't not believe him anymore. His actions spoke even louder than his words and against all odds, Kurt did trust him again. The rest of his life was hanging in the balance and he was just standing there shampooing his hair.

He didn't know what to do. Blaine said that he could have time, but he didn't want to over think this again. For the first time in ten years he wanted to listen to his heart instead of his head. Kurt was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the bathroom door slam open.

"Blaine?" He called out over the sound of the water, startled.

"Comeoutwithmetonight. I mean...let me take you to dinner. A date. A dinner date. Tonight."

This was it. Blaine had just unknowingly set Kurt up for exactly what Kurt needed. He had to decide, he didn't get anymore time. Heart or head? Blaine or his pride? Kurt squeezed his eyes shut...

"Yes." He whispered.

"Kurt? Are you okay? Shit. I just couldn't wait and I had to ask and-"

"I said yes Blaine. Yes. Yes I will go out on a date with you tonight."

"Wait...what? Really? Kurt you better not be playing games with me."

Kurt laughed breathlessly, "I'm not Blaine. No games. Yes."

He could hardly hear it over the sound of the water but he distantly heard the sound of feet hitting the floor hard, like Blaine had jumped up in his excitement. Kurt's heart almost flew out of his chest. He had done it. He had really said yes. But he couldn't make it that easy for Blaine...

"You just have to do one other thing for me first."

"Oh God," Blaine groaned, "what is it?"

"Don't sound so upset. We just need to go somewhere before tonight, preferably right when I get out of the shower."

"Kurt-" Blaine warned.

"If you want me to go out with you tonight you just need to do this one little tiny easy thing for me Blaine."

It took Blaine a few moments to answer. But Kurt knew he would never say no. Finally the answer came, "Fine. But I feel like I'm going to regret saying yes to this."

"Perfect, we'll go as soon as I'm done here. Which would be sooner if you left."

"Oh! Right!" And Kurt heard the door softly click behind him.

"Are you sure about this Kurt?" Blaine asked nervously meeting his eyes in the mirror they were both looking in.

It was about an two hours later. Kurt had finished his shower and gotten dressed. Borrowing some of the hair gel Blaine had lying idly around. He had told Kurt it was a force of habit to keep it on hand.

"Yes. Absolutely." Kurt smiled down at Blaine who was sitting.

"But...I like it like this."

"It's a mess and you know it Joshua Blaine Anderson." The Joshua part still felt weird in his mouth.

"But Kurt..." Blaine whined.

"Don't 'but Kurt' me. You are getting a haircut. And I don't care how much you complain about it."

Blaine huffed and Kurt saw him roll his eyes in the mirror. He was already wearing the salon cape and was his hair was damp from the shampoo he had already gone through. His curls were hanging into his eyes and his jaw was clenched. Kurt couldn't help but think a little kid could take this better than Blaine was.

"Maybe," Kurt said mocking, "if you're really good the pretty lady will give you a lollipop."

The hairdresser standing next to Kurt over Blaine's other shoulder shook with silent laughter. She had been about to take this scissors to the first curl when Blaine had stopped her. It wasn't even like Kurt wanted him to get a buzz cut, just trim up the curls so they would be manageable. Kurt didn't even want him to gel it into a helmet like he had when they had met. Just something...that didn't resemble a lamb.

"Watch it." Blaine growled through his teeth.

Kurt leaned down and spoke into Blaine's ear, "Do you want dinner with me tonight or not?"

Blaine narrowed his eyes at Kurt in the mirror, "You don't play fair."

"Did I ever?" Kurt smiled, teasing.

A smile broke out on Blaine's face. "Good point. Alright, let's do this."

"Excellent." Kurt said standing straight.

He nodded to the lady and she smiled at Kurt before taking his place at the back of Blaine's head. She moved the scissors into place and before she shut them down over the hair she said, "This won't hurt a bit."

Kurt guffawed and knew that would earn her an eye roll if she didn't snap them shut at the same time. She gained a wince instead. Kurt watched her intently while she worked and Blaine kept shooting him pleading glances in the mirror like he was begging for Kurt to stop her. Kurt just smiled at him.

Soon enough she was done. She blew Blaine's hair dry and then whisked the cape away with a flourish. "Ta da!"

Blaine looked down at the floor and frowned at the hair there. "You maimed me."

"Aw come on Blaine," Kurt said, "It looks so good now!" And he slowly ran his fingers through it before his brain told him no. Blaine's whole body shuddered in response.

"I guess it is if you do that."

Kurt laughed. "Come on. I'll go pay and then we both have to go home and eat lunch and then get ready for our d- ...tonight."

"You can say date Kurt it's okay."

Kurt blushed in response, "Don't make me change my mind."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Blaine beamed and stood turning around to face Kurt.

"Come on." Kurt said tugging on his arm trying to get him to follow so he could go pay.

"But Kurt...I want my lollipop."