"Hello?"

"Kurt?"

He stopped breathing for a few seconds when he heard the voice on the other side of the line.

"Blaine," He smiled, even though he knew that Blaine couldn't see him. 

And then, silence. All they could hear was just the sound of each other breathing.

"So you found my number,"

"I think I would have blamed myself for life if I had not found it," He chuckled, before closing his eyes and give a little sigh, preparing for what he was about to say. "When can I ... see you again?"

Kurt's smile grew;  he felt the same way two weeks ago. No. He definitely couldn't define this feeling.

"Tonight?"

"Tonight. Great. Perfect." Blaine said, spinning in his chair in fast circles. Maybe he sounded too excited, but it didn't matter. In a strange way, he didn't need to care about anything else when he was with Kurt.

"At my house?"

Blaine stopped the chair with his foot, looking toward the door.

"Not now, Coop." He said, but again, as he should have known, it didn't work. It never works.

"Come on, I know that was your man who you were talking to." He replied, sitting in another chair. "What did he say?"

"Why do you want to know?" Blaine asked, but Cooper didn't move. "I'll see him again. I'm going to his house!" He laughed, jumping from his chair and throwing himself on the bed, clutching a pillow in his arms.

"To his house?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Uh huh." He nodded, smiling.

"So you two will-"

"Shut up! Of course not!" He rolled his eyes, dropping the pillow. "This is just the first meeting. I mean, because, the first shouldn't count because we had just met."

"Ok. So, good luck." His brother said, rising.

"With what?"

"You'll meet his father." Cooper smiled, closing the door.

Kurt lost his breath for a second for the second time that day. As if you could breathe normally with Blaine standing in the doorway with an adorably happy smile

"Hi,"

"So you're preparing dinner?" Blaine remarked, looking at the spoon in Kurt's hand.

"Mexican food. The spice is great." He smiled, turning toward the kitchen and Blaine tried not to stare at the way he seemed to walk slowly, further highlighting his perfectly sculpted body in his tight pants. "Want to taste?"

Yes, please...

"Blaine? Blaine!" Kurt called, waving a small cup with strawberries in front of him.

"Sorry." He raised his head, his face flushed. "What did you say?"

"You want to taste the dessert?"

He nodded, approaching to take the piece of strawberry that was covered in whipped cream of his fingers, taking a little longer than necessary.

"So this is your friend, Kurt?"