Blaine Anderson

I, Blaine Anderson, have a boyfriend.

Are boyfriends allowed to gush? I don't know, but I'm going to anyway, because I can, and I want to, and I just keep replaying the last day over and over, and I'm sitting here stunned, and my hands get all sweaty, and clammy, and gross, and I want to hold his hand, but then I think 'ew, Kurt wouldn't want to hold my hand when it's like that, would he?' Then I remember it's Kurt, and he's literally amazing, and I know he would and--

I'm getting off track. No one wants to hear about my sweaty hands.

Anyway. Boyfriend. Gushing. Kurt takes my breath away. He's just... he's everything I want in a boyfriend. He gets me. He understands my thinking, and I know if I can't get it out, he knows it. That moment I told him about? It's true. I just stopped thinking and I couldn't move, and I just watched him as he came alive in his music. Bad choice of words, probably, but during that song...

I'm really glad he's mine.

...Do I get to call him mine? Is he even my boyfriend? Oh god, I'm jumping every gun here. I just assumed we're boyfriends, and now I don't know and I just really want to hug him and kiss him and hold his hand again.