Warbler Kurt

Confessions

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Previously...

Two boys were left standing in the choir room.

"So," Blaine drawled, twirling the flower between his fingers. "You said you have something to tell me."

Kurt smiled sadly at Blaine. This was the moment. Kurt had decided to tell him the whole story; a story only one person knew in full.

"Yes, but let's go somewhere more private. Is my house okay?"

Blaine grinned and nodded.

The two teens made the trip from the choir room to the parking lot in silence. Each boy's mind was too busy racing with nervous thoughts to try and strike up a conversation.

Kurt's heart was beating rapidly with anticipation. He was terrified of telling Blaine, not because he believed the boy would react badly, but because he was afraid of a break down while narrating the story.

He had only been able to recount the incident in full detail once. Kurt was scared that Blaine would no longer see him as the cool, calm, and collected boy that he liked.

He liked Blaine sort of looking up to him and he knew that would change if he fell apart that evening.

Blaine was nervous for an entirely different reason. The teen continued to sneak glances at the rose currently resting on the passenger seat of his car.

His mind was whirling with different explanations for the white pedals that adorned the flower.

Blaine had no idea what a white rose stood for, but surely such a sweet gesture could not lead up to a break up.

The entirety of the short drive to the Hummel-Hudson home consisted of his mind attempting to find a fitting conjecture as to what Kurt could possibly want to talk about.

Kurt opened the door to his house determinedly.

"We can go down to my room. My dad is working late tonight at the garage and Carole has book club so she'll probably go their straight from the hospital.

I think Finn went to Noah's for a video game night. So we'll at least have some privacy.

Blaine nodded silently, his mind to preoccupied to do anything more.

"Blaine, relax. I promise whatever you are worried about is not going to happen."

"Well from what I've heard, when your boyfriend starts a conversation with 'we need to talk,' the outcome is usually bad."

The two reached the bottom of the stairs. Kurt turned and pressed his lips to Blaine's in a chaste kiss.

The countertenor's thumb brushed over the other boy's cheek gently.

"Don't worry, okay."

Kurt took Blaine's hand in his own and led them towards the bed.

As Blaine's eyes took in the room he realized that though it was lovely it didn't look like, well Kurt.

When he had first entered Kurt's dorm he knew right away that it was Kurt's. There had been Broadway posters placed strategically to brighten the institutional white of the walls.

Fashion magazines and Kurt's own designs were pinned to a large cork board that filled up nearly half of one wall.

Kurt's desk was littered with picture frames filled with snap shots of both the Warblers and the New Directions. But this room was free of any personal touches.