Hey Guys, This is my favourite fandom of the moment so of course I had to at least write an oneshot. I will probably write a chapter story eventually but I want to finish the one I am working on first for Sonny with a Chance XD Thank-you to anyone who is reading this and check out my other stories please. You guys are why I write XP

P.S. If Kurt doesn't jump Blaine's bones soon, I might have to do it for him. He is so gorgeous so you better get a move on Kurt. Love ya.

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Kurt lay on his bed in Dalton trying to revise American History but the causes of the American Civil War was failing to gain his attention. He glanced around his Dalton dorm room because he'd transferred mid-semester he'd gotten a single but there was still two beds. The walls were adorned with Broadway Posters of all his favourite musicals; Les Miserable, Evita, Wicked, the Phantom of the Opera and many more. The small closet in the corner was stuffed to the brim with so many precious designer clothes that he had had to hang his neatly pressed uniform from the side of the wooden wardrobe. The small vanity was layered with hundreds of moisturisers and hair products.

Kurt had to admit that he missed McKinley and New Directions and was loathing the strict rules that were imposed at Dalton but the atmosphere was so much better with their strict no-bullying policy and Blaine was wonderful, doing his best to help Kurt settle in and it was brilliant to have someone to talk to. A few days ago, when they had sung 'Baby It's Cold Outside', Kurt had known he truly was in love with Blaine and after telling Mr Schuester how he felt, he'd felt so much better even though Wes and David had overheard and not let up since.

"Tell him, Kurt, he loves you too."

"I double dog dare you to kiss him"

"Blaine, Kurt has something important to tell you."

"We're snowed in; Kurt will never make it down the hall. He should stay in your bed Blaine, you won't mind will you?"

Luckily, anytime Blaine had been with them, Kurt had restrained his violent tendencies and just laughed it off. When they were their own, his American History Textbook had finally found it's usage in chasing the two out of the room. Kurt chuckled at the memories and turned back to his book, the song from The Phantom of the Opera suddenly getting stuck in his head.

Memories all alone in the moonlight...

Great! Another distraction, he needed to pass this test, the teachers here were stricter than in McKinley. After another ten minutes Kurt gave up the fight, making an internal promise to come back to it later. There was a knock at the door and when Kurt opened it, he was confronted with a smiling Wes.

"What now?" Kurt looked at his watch, "I only chased you away half an hour ago."

Wes followed him into the room, "I know my head still hurts!"

Kurt chuckled and raised his neatly plucked eyebrow at the boy in front of him.

"Ok, ok. I came to invite you to a dare night."

"I don't do dares." Kurt explained, turning away to put his textbook in his rucksack.

"But Blaine will be there. He wants you to come!" Kurt whipped round, the book still in his hands and glared at the boy.

"You will not dare me to tell him how I feel!" Wes looked again at the book and gulped but smirked all the same.

"Iwon't." Kurt launched himself at the boy and Wes ran out the door and along the corridor.

"I'll kill you, Wesley Alan Criss!"

Wes yelped as he ducked into his own dorm room. Blaine stuck his head out the door (he and Wes shared a dorm room),

"What was that all about?" Kurt took in Blaine's gorgeous curly hair, which he let go unruly at the weekends, and swallowed.

"Nothing!" He shut the door and swore to strangle Wes next time he got the chance. Leaning against the door, he jumped when he felt a knock; he opened the door and yelled,

"Wes, Go Away!"

"Whoa, calm down it's only me!" Blaine stood in the doorway his brown curls falling deliciously over his forehead, his brown eyes hidden by a ridiculous pair of pink sunglasses. He was wearing matching pink suspenders over a white tank and dark blue skinny jeans.

"Blaine, what are you wearing?" Kurt laughed.

"Gucci's spring collection. How tell me young grasshopper, why you have a price on Wes' head?" Blaine entered Kurt's room and went to sit on the spare bed.

"If that was Gucci's new collection, I'd lose all faith," Blaine put a hand to his mouth in mock offense, "And it's not just him, it's David too."

Blaine must have looked curious but Kurt couldn't tell due to the sunglasses blocking his gaze,

"And why dear sir, do want my other best friends dead?"

Kurt's heart soared at the word 'other' but he tried to suppress it.

"No reason." Blaine pushed his sunglasses onto the top i=of his head revealing his gorgeous deep chocolate brown eyes with the occasional fleck to wine-bottle green.

"That's a lie!" What had Wes said? "I have it on good authority from Mercedes that you were hardly ever violent."

Kurt believed a sigh of relief and turned to continue packing his rucksack.

"It doesn't matter, Blaine." He muttered. He heard Blaine get up and begin to walk over to him before reconsidering and sitting down on the bed again.

"Has this got anything to do with dare night?" Kurt sighed, "Because you have to play if you don't want to. Although it'll be fun watching everyone make fools of themselves. If you want to play, you could come and watch anyway. It won't be any fun without you."

Kurt's heart really stopped then and he had to sit down on his bed. How was he this lucky? How could he meet someone so great, who was gay, and gorgeous, and who wanted to be his friend?

Oh yeah, because he was to be forever tortured by his unrequited love for Blaine.

"I'll come." Blaine smiled, the most charming smile he could possible smile and Kurt melted. Stupid hormones.

"Good, I would have been bored without you."

"But I'm not playing." Blaine's face fell, even though he had suggested it he didn't want to have Kurt feeling left out any more than he already did. He knew what it was like to be the new kid.

"Why? It's not like you'll get dared to streak naked across the lacrosse pitch, we'd all get expelled!" Blaine laughed nervously.

"I don't do dares," Kurt tried to explain but it sounded lame and he tried to come up with something better, "and..." He mumbled something incoherently.

"What?" Blaine leaned forward on the spare bed across the room from Kurt's, where he was sitting, "Say that again."

Kurt mumbled it again somewhat desperately, refusing to look up at Blaine. Andrew Lloyd Webber's I don't know how to love him now popping into his head,

I don't know how to love him, what to do, how to move him...

"Speak up, Kurt. I may be Harry Freakin' Potter but I don't have amazing hearing." Kurt laughed still looking at his knees.

"You are not Harry Potter, Blaine." You're much better looking. He wanted to say, but he stopped the words in his throat.

"Come on, Kurt. Just tell me!" Blaine used his most-whiny and childlike voice and Kurt's risked at glance at his face. It was a bad idea. He couldn't resist those puppy dog eyes.

"I...I..." The look increased and Blaine began to pout.

'Oh My Freakin' Pigfarts', Kurt thought, 'He looks so gorgeous. I can't resist that.'

"AfteryousangBabyIt''tcauseyoudon'tlovemeback." Kurt gasped for breath.

"Ok," said Blaine slowly, "That was louder, now for punctuation."

"I can't!"

"Pwease Kurt..." Blaine begged.

Kurt took a breath; it was now or never, at least if he told Blaine now and got shot down, they would have a chance of going back to be friends and he knew Blaine would let him down gently.

Blaine was still looking at him expectantly. Kurt didn't want to see the horror in his eyes and looked down at his lap.

"When we sang 'Baby It's cold outside' the other night, the man who walked in afterwards was Mr Schuester, New Directions' director. He'd come to ask my advice and when he saw you leaving he asked if you were anyone special, and...and..." Kurt struggled with this part of the story but took a breath, took up fiddling with his fingers and moved on, "and I said you were just a friend but that on the up side I was in love with you and you were actually gay." Kurt continued quickly giving Blaine no time to interject. "Wes and Davis overheard and have been bugging me to tell you and now they are gonna dare me to tell you or kiss you or something which I can't do because you don't feel the same way. You don't love me back."

Kurt stared at his fingers and waited for Blaine's reaction; for him to run out the door and never speak to Kurt again, to let him down gently to say they could only be friends for him to gag anything but what actually happened.

Blaine laughed.

A deep throaty laugh. That shook Kurt to his bones was Blaine laughing at him. Why was Blaine laughing at him?

"You...couldn't...come...because ...of...that. They were only teasing you; they'd never dare to do that."

Kurt was confused, "Why not?"

Blaine suddenly became serious and looked across the space between the beds to stare the petite boy in the eyes.

"Because I'd kill them, or assist you in killing them. Because you are wrong."

"You would kill your best friends? Why? What am I wrong about?" Kurt choked out, somehow terrified at what the answer might be.

"I do feel the same way. I do love you back. I love you Kurt Hummel."

Kurt felt like screaming, "No you don't! Why are you torturing me? Do you think this is funny?"

"Kurt, calm down. It's true, I've loved you since you showed up in that terrible disguise to spy on us and demanded if we were all gay! I just didn't want to say anything, in case you didn't like me and thought I was forcing myself on you like Karofsky!" Blaine exclaimed exasperated, "You've got to believe me, I do love you." Kurt looked down at his hands and thought.

"Ok, I believe you." The two boys stared at each other and simultaneously stood up and across the expanse between them to meet in the middle of the room. Kurt was sure if the space had been continents, he would have sprinted any distance to get to Blaine.

Blaine leant down and whispered in Kurt's ear, "I'll be your teenage dream and let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans."

Kurt returned the favour and whispered in Blaine's ear, "You're the Tigger to my Winnie."

The two boys laughed and suddenly Blaine's lips were on Kurt's and Kurt's hear soared at the feeling of Blaine's soft lips. He tasted like coke and red vines and the kiss was sweet and soft and slow. Until Kurt found himself wanting more and nibbled lightly on Blaine's lower lip, Blaine smiled into the kiss and opened his mouth just wide enough to allowed Kurt's tongue entrance. Their tongues swirled together and Kurt pulled Blaine closer bringing his hands up to get tangled in Blaine's hair. That still wasn't enough; Kurt brought his hands back down and slid them under Blaine's tank.

Blaine pulled back and smiled, "Ahh ah," He swatted Kurt's hands away. Walking to the door and opening it slowly he said over his shoulder,

"If you want more you'll have to play dares tonight. I might have some interesting ones for you." He left the room closing the door behind him. Kurt was dumbstruck and stared at the door for another good ten minutes to plan his outfit for the night. If he was to have a boyfriend now, he would have to dress even more irresistible, just to tease.

Hang on. Did he even have a boyfriend?

Please review if you liked it. Tell me if you would like me to do a follow up for the actual date night or whether you like it the way it is.

XxX