"I would, but this is nice," she tells him. "I mean... not the nightmare and the bleeding nose, but this part. This is nice. Not like I have to get up early anyway, I could just stay here all morning and stay awake the whole time and it'd be nice." Her eyes open again slowly and she can't really see him from where she's lying, pressed so close, so she tips her head back on the pillow, just enough that she can see his profile.

She's told exactly one guy that he was nice in the past and he hadn't loved that description, so she hadn't said it again. For Kate, it's kind of one of the best things she can say, because there are plenty of dudes out there who are attractive and there are plenty who are smart and she's pretty sure there are even plenty who are funny. But most of them are dicks. Most of them wouldn't be lying awake with her, murmuring things in German, telling her to go back to sleep.

When she looks back, this might be it, she thinks. That moment Blaine was talking about when she just figures it out, when she realizes just how big her feelings are and it's not as scary as she thought it might be.