a/n: Hey! This is going to be a drabble series, but I need people to leave me words for it! I will do anywhere from 5-20 words. Please leave some! This first one is dedicated to Karine, she is amazing. The words are: dazzle, phenomenal, snickerdoodle, microwave and pamphlet. DO YOU SEE WHY I LOVE HER?

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Kurt's PO V.

Ever since Blaine and I met, we were constantly learning new things about each other. One of the first things I uncovered about the adorable curly haired boy was his insane love for Harry Potter, and his insane detest for Twilight. See, I love Harry Potter, I admit it. But I also love Twilight. Who wouldn't love gorgeous vampires? This is why, I was now setting up my TV in my bedroom with Twilight, waiting for Blaine to come over on this Saturday evening. Finn and Carole were gone for the weekend, visiting some relative whose name I cannot recall, and my Dad was working late.

At six o' clock on the dot, I heard the doorbell ring. I raced down the stairs, fixing my hair in the mirror one more time. I slid up to the door and opened it swiftly. There stood Blaine, looking phenomenal as usual. He wore a dark green cardigan with black skinny jeans, and they hugged him in all of the right places and his cardigan showed off his wonderful arms and you could see the faint trace of his stom- KURT, CONTROL YOURSELF. YOU ARE JUST. FRIENDS.

"Hey Blaine. Ready for some neck-biting?" I said, trying to sound seductive. Clearly, it didn't work, considering Blaine began to chuckle to himself. I then realized how sexual what I had said was. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry Blaine! That really came out wrong!" I said, blushing furiously.

Blaine stepped his way into my house, stilling snickering to himself. "It's okay. I understood what you meant." He said and winked at me, making the butterflies in my stomach soar. I led him up to my bedroom (A/N: Led him to my bedroom? I SOUND SO SEXUAL TODAY.) and I dimmed the lights and pressed play. I turned to find Blaine sitting on my bed, a snickerdoodle in his hand. I watched Blaine from where he sat. Why did he have to make chewing look so god damn fantastic? I walked carefully to the other side of the bed and sat down on top of the covers carefully. I left a wide gap between us, trying to keep myself from springing up and kissing him senseless. Clearly, Blaine wasn't worried about the same thing and inched closer to me, putting an arm around my shoulders and hugging me to his side. I really didn't mind, but I didn't want to risk breaking the friend barrier that we have established.

We sat in silence for most of the time, occasionally speaking when Blaine asked a question, and when I had to get up to microwave my coffee that had become cold. I was again tucked into Blaine with my eyes fixated on the screen when he bent down slightly and put his lips against my ear.

"Kurt, do I dazzle you?" He whispered, with a sexy roughness in his voice.

After that, I couldn't take it any longer. I sat up abruptly, grabbed the collar of Blaine's shirt and crushed my lips against his. At first, I was afraid that Blaine was totally not into this, and was about to pull back when he suddenly began to move his lips against mine. He snaked his arm around my waist bringing me closer to him and I took my free hand to tangle into his loose curls that I had dreamed many times about. I felt his tongue trace my bottom lip and I let out a soft moan. His tongue entered my mouth, and soon enough both of ours were fighting for dominance. Out of pure teenage-hormone-overdrive I pushed Blaine back onto the bed and straddled him. I brought our lips together once again and I felt his hand lightly push up my shirt, and he softly began to trace my exposed stomach skin with his finger and it felt so right and-


I broke apart from Blaine quickly and rolled off of him. My dad stood at my now opened door, holding a pamphlet that said Boys and Boys on the front.


"Oh, uhm, hey... I thought you were working late." I said blushing and out of breathe, sitting beside an equally flustered Blaine.

"I was. But, seeing as Carole and Finn are gone for the weekend, I didn't want you to be lonely. But, I guess you weren't." He said, landing his gaze on Blaine.

"Hello, Mr. Hummel. It's very nice to meet you, I'm Blaine." Blaine said, trying to frantically rearrange himself.

"Yes, well, I would like to talk to you two in ten minutes, alright?" Burt said gruffly. "Oh, and by the way..." He said tossing the pamphlet at the two boys. "I took your advice and figured out what happened in the tent."

Burt walked out of the room and closed the door. "Ten minutes!"

As soon as the door was closed, Blaine was on top of me, kissing me furiously.

"Whoa! ...Blaine! My dad just... walked in on... us! And wants ...to talk to us ...in ten minutes!" I said between kisses.

"Well, we have ten minutes, why not make the most of it?"