A/N - Almost 40 readers have 'favorited' the previous little bit of a story, 1500 hits, several update requests but only 7 reviews. Please please review. It makes me want to write more.

And this is the plan - this is a canon gapper story. I've gone back - this is the first chapter from Original Song, the previous chapter will be uploaded as the second or third chapter (second for now). I like fluff that I can believe. Not too melodramatic or angsty. Just, as Darren Criss put it, rainbows and sunshine for now.

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"I have the song for our duet, and we should practice."

"Do tell," Kurt smiled his warm smile up at Blaine, encouraging him without meaning to.

"Candles, by Hey Monday."

"I'm impressed. You're usually so top forty."

"I just wanted something a little more emotional," Blaine emphasized the last word unintentionally, sitting down, nervously looking at his hands.

What? Kurt mused to himself, What is he doing? Candles?...really? He knows how I feel. What is he doing? No more games, Blaine.

And so - "Why did you pick me to sing that duet with?"

You're always the brave one, aren't you? Blaine thought to himself as he took a deep breath. This is happening.

"Kurt, there is a moment when you say to yourself 'oh there you are, I've been looking for you forever-" Blaine paused, and seemed to almost waiver as he uncharacteristically awkwardly placed his hand on Kurt's.

'What is he - oh. Woh.' Kurt looked down quickly before meeting his eyes again, waiting.

"Watching you do Blackbird this week...that was the moment for me...about you...You move me, Kurt... And this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you..."

'Oh my god - what is - oh my god. Blaine is going to kiss me,' Kurt held his breath as his mind tried to catch up with his beating heart. 'Oh my'-

And then Blaine's soft lips were on his. And Blaine was kissing him. And - woh. He was frozen. 'What do I...How do I...' And then it didn't matter anymore because Blaine was kissing him and he wanted to be there, and his hand could reach up and pull Blaine to him. And he did. And this feels so good. Hey, wait a minute, where are you going?

Kurt's eyes opened to see those beautiful hazel eyes sparkling, and shy, and nervous, and smiling. Blaine looked down, and Kurt thought that this must be the sweetest face he'd ever seen. "We should, umm..we should practice."

Um, yeah. I couldn't agree more.

"I thought we were," Kurt smiled impishly. And this time it was both of them, reaching, only a bit frantically, lips on lips, finally allowed. Kurt stood up into the kiss, not letting go of Blaine, touching his face, and pulling him into his arms. "I'm taller than you," Kurt teased.

Blaine stepped back, holding on to both of Kurt's hands, looking at him with that sweetest face again. "I was nervous," Blaine blushed. "I think I've wanted to do that for quite a while."

Kurt looked at him skeptically, leading him over to sit down on the couch. They faced each other, as Blaine gently intertwined his fingertips with Kurt's. Kurt's heart fluttered. "Really?" Kurt questioned, "somehow I don't believe you...on either front."

"Oh yeah," Blaine flirted, "well, I guess I'll have to prove it you then." Blaine gently leaned over, placing a soft kiss on Kurt's neck, and then another, and then his breath on Kurt's ear. He hummed, "Your salty skin and how it mixes in with mine,...the way it feels to be completely intertwined,...it's not that I didn't care, it's that I didn't know,...it's not what I didn't feel, it's what I didn't show..." Blaine's song turned into soft kisses on his neck, his ear. Wow, that feels good.

Kurt sighed and closed his eyes, "For me? Really?"

Blaine nodded sheepishly.

"I guess that song isn't so bad after all...when you sing it like that. Yeah...we can reinstate it."

"And miss our duet? Never."

Kurt smiled, "Yeah, okay. I won't pass up a chance for the spotlight." Blaine's smile was wide and warm, and his eyes never left Kurt's face.

"You're making me nervous," Kurt laughed shyly, "why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're right. I shouldn't just be staring...how rude of me," Blaine's formal fake-British voice always made Kurt smile. "This - " Blaine leaned over on the couch, gently pushing Kurt back into the pillows "is what I should be doing," he said as his lips came down gently on Kurt's. Now his body was half on Kurt's, hands on face, soft lips, eyes closed, as Blaine tentatively ran his tongue along Kurt's lips, just to see. Kurt's eyes briefly opened, but there was no fear, no resistance, just a now open mouth, and another tongue softly exploring his own lips, teeth, tongue. Sweetness.

"Wow...you're good at this," Kurt said out loud, not sure whether to feel grateful or inadequate.

Blaine caught it and sat up, taking his hand. There was more to say. He may have kissed guys before (well two, to be exact), but a drunken new years kiss at some party was not this. He was nervous. This was real. It was Kurt. "It takes two to tango, Kurt," was all he managed to say. He meant it. "And I'm afraid of where this might go in the middle of the common room-"

He's afraid...of where this might go...with me. Wow. This is actually happening. Kurt shook his head.

"So come on, let's practice," Blaine pulled him up. Kurt looked at him coyly, "The other kind, ..Get your mind out of there," Blaine teased.

"Yeah, unlikely," Kurt flirted, but resigned himself to heading to the choir room, lacing his fingers with Blaine's.

"You're right, you know?" said Blaine.

"What?"

"The touch of the fingertips is as - " Kurt quickly kissed him before he could finish the sentence.

"We'll see about that, Mr. Anderson."