In Which Kurt Gets Kidnapped (Part IV)

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Blaine sighed as he heard his parents talking at the bottom of the stairs as they came in from the party they had attended. He knew that if they were back, it had to be around one in the morning, if not later. He sat up slightly as the door to his room opened, his mother peeking in the door slightly. She smiled slightly as she saw he was awake, coming in and sitting down on his bed gracefully.

"Hey Mom," he said softly, automatically leaning forward to give her a hug. "How was the party? Did Dad get any important business done?" He asked, more out politeness than an actual need to know. He smiled as his mother chuckled and smoothed some of his hair out of his face.

"Your father? Get business done when there's wine tasting to be done? Not hardly." She smiled, winking at him. "I, however, got quite a bit of work done, including getting Kurt set up with a membership to our country club. You really need to stop by sometime soon, sweetheart, no one there has seen you in ages... Erica Montgomery, you remember her? Her husband handles your father's international affairs when he can't? Anyways, she said to tell you that she's absolutely thrilled to hear about your engagement and that she insists on meeting Kurt as soon as possible."

"Mom, we're not even really engaged, yet." He said, sighing softly. "Just because you gave him Grandma's handgun, which was way out of line, by the way...That doesn't make it official yet. I mean, we've talked, and we know that's where this is headed, but..." He sighed again, shrugging. "I just...I want to date him first and marry him second, Mom.  I don't want to just steamroll over everything in his life--I want to start becoming a part of it little by little."

Melissa smiled softly, patting Blaine's shoulder gently. "He's done more of a number on you than I thought.  What happened to my son who got kicked out of the school play for not being able to wait his turn to say his lines?"

Blaine blushed, shaking his head. "That was first grade, Mom...Not fair." When it became clear that his mother was waiting for a real answer, he thought, smiling as he thought of the talk that he and Kurt had had earlier in the day. "I guess...We both know it's going to happen, so why rush it? I don't want to skip learning about him just to get to the good stuff." He chuckled, smiling softer than before. "Learning about him is the good stuff, actually."

"So that's why he's down the hall, tossing and turning?" His mother asked, raising an eyebrow at him slightly. "Sweetheart, you can take things slow without putting on the brakes altogether..." She laughed at Blaine's look of confusion. "I'm not telling you to have sex right this instant or anything like that by any means...But it's one in the morning and neither of you can sleep. That must mean something." She smiled, kissing Blaine's forehead and standing up.

"Mom?" Blaine asked, looking up at her and smiling widely. "Kurt reminds me of you in a lot of ways...Well, I mean, he can cook, so that's different, but...Yeah." He finished lamely, smiling at her. "He's got me as wrapped up for him as Dad is for you," he added softly, nodding at his bedroom door where his father was standing quietly.

She smiled, patting Blaine's shoulder gently. "Just think of how wrapped up you'll be by the time you've been married for twenty years like your father and I have been..." Blaine laughed softly and nodded, getting lost in thought at the idea of just how head over heels he would be for Kurt in twenty years.

Melissa laughed, ruffling his hair gently before heading to the door and taking her husband's arm. "You didn't need to wait for me, Daniel. I can manage to get from our son's room to our own perfectly fine on my own." She said, mock glaring at him.

"And miss getting to see you be even more brilliant than you already are, darling? Never." Daniel said, smiling at his wife widely (So that's where I get that dopey grin from, Blaine thought as he watched). "Besides, while you may be able to make it on your own, I might get lost without you. We wouldn't want to risk that, would we?"

She sighed playfully, leaning her head on his shoulder as they started to walk down the hall. "Of course we wouldn't, dear. We wouldn't want to lose the man who holds the gun and looks handsome...We wouldn't have anything to put on the recruitment posters..."

Blaine watched them leave, smiling and pulling out his phone. Can't sleep. Come cuddle with me? You can be the little spoon...

Down the hall, Kurt sat up as his phone vibrated. Reading the text, he smiled and sent back a reply.

How does this work amidst the idea of "taking it slow", Blaine? Also, don't think you can butter me up with your promises of little spoon privileges.

Taking it slow =/= putting on the brakes, Blaine texted quickly. I'll be down in a minute to walk with you, Little Spoon :)

One, that is not going to be a nickname, I'm telling you now. Two, I can make it from this room to yours on my own, Blaine. It's thirty feet at the most.

I'm sure you can make it, baby...I just don't wanna miss seeing any more of you than I already have.

Kurt read the text, rolling his eyes and smiling widely.

Fine, you sap. I'll be waiting at the door for my gentleman caller to arrive.

Blaine smiled, setting down his phone and getting out of bed quickly. Apparently he was going to get some sleep tonight after all.

Kurt met Blaine at the door. Blaine was smiling, but not one of his usual smiles: not the practiced polite smile for any occasion, not the smug smirk that irritated Kurt no end, and not his somewhat dopey wide grin that Kurt liked best because it meant Blaine was truly happy. This smile was a quieter, almost shy smile.

Kurt had seen this smile before, and quite a few times this day alone, but it never stopped giving him a thrill. This smile? Was only for Kurt. It was like a secret. Every time Kurt saw this particular smile of Blaine’s, it felt like Blaine was saying “I love you” all over again.

“Hi,” Kurt said, inanely.

Blaine’s smile widened to a grin. “Hi,” he said back.

“I love you, you know,” Kurt said. He hadn’t really meant to; it just sort of came out.

Blaine brushed his hand against Kurt’s cheek. “And that makes me the luckiest man alive,” he said quietly.

Kurt rolled his eyes, breaking the moment. Kurt was romantic, to be sure, and he cried during A
Walk to Remember, but Blaine took romantic to a whole new level. It wasn’t that Kurt didn’t like it when Blaine said such ridiculously romantic things, what made Kurt uneasy was that he did like it.

And now he knew what song he’d be singing in Glee this week. “Communication,” Mr. Schue had said. “Communication is one of the most important things in this world. It’s what keeps friendships alive, wars from starting blah blah blah” Okay, so maybe Kurt had stopped paying attention for a while, but really, Mr. Schue could just go on and on. “…So this week, your assignment is to find a song that communicates a specific message to someone. Something that means something to you, blah blah blah…”

Damn it, Kurt thought. It was the perfect song, but no one would ever let him live it down.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Blaine said, breaking into Kurt’s internal dispute.

“Oh, nothing,” Kurt said airily. Then he grabbed Blaine’s hand and started to pull him down the hall. “Just thinking about getting my very attractive boyfriend into bed with me,” he tossed over his shoulder.

“To sleep!” Blaine said, stumbling a little.

“Of course,” Kurt said. He turned to face Blaine, eyes widening in a way he knew made him look so very young and innocent. “What did you think I meant?”

Blaine stared at him, then punched him in the shoulder. Lightly, so it wouldn’t hurt, but hard enough for Kurt to feel it. “You,” Blaine said, pulling Kurt closer and kissing him, “Are.” (kiss) “An absolute.” (kiss) “Tease.” (kiss)

“I try,” Kurt said breathlessly into Blaine’s mouth. He would’ve kissed Blaine again, but his boyfriend made a slightly strangled sound and pulled back. “Slow,” Blaine said quickly, like he was trying to remind himself. “We’re going slow.”

Kurt stepped back into Blaine’s space, winding his arms around Blaine’s neck. “I agreed to let you woo me,” Kurt said. Leaning forward a little, he said directly into Blaine’s ear: “I never said I wouldn’t try to speed things up.” Kurt lingered there a moment longer than was really necessary, but the shudder that had gone through Blaine’s body when Kurt breathed on his ear was really hot and Kurt wanted to make him do that again. Pulling back, he walked to Blaine’s bedroom door. Blaine seemed frozen in place. Kurt smirked a little to himself as he leaned against the door frame. “Honey?”

“Yeah, baby?” Blaine replied, still somewhat dazed. God, this taking things slow thing was going to fucking kill him.

“Come to bed.”_

Blaine blinked, trying to get his brain caught up to the rest of him. Unfortunately, it was still caught up on the fact that Kurt was standing in the door to his room, telling him to come to bed like it was something simple that they did every night. Like he hadn't just tilted Blaine's world on its side.

Kurt sighed fondly from the doorway, pushing himself off and walking back to Blaine, taking his hand gently. "You know I'm just giving you a hard time, right? If you don't want me to push us going slow, I won't...I'll have to take a thousand cold showers, which will be horrible for my skin, but still...

Blaine shook his head, looking Kurt in the eye and smiling softly as he got himself together. "Do your best at trying to speed me up, baby. I've got willpower like steel. You could dance around in a towel for the next month and won't get more than a kiss on the cheek from me."

Kurt snorted, turning and heading back towards Blaine's room, pulling the other boy along with him gently. "More like steel wool, honey. Remember the time you tried to give up coffee and only managed to go half a day?"

"I was shaking! That's different!" Blaine insisted, following Kurt in to his room and shutting the door behind him. "As in love with you as I am, I doubt I'm going to get withdrawal symptoms from not getting in your pants." He raised his eyebrows at Kurt, smirking haughtily.

"Whatever you say, honey..." Kurt said, laughing softly, letting go of Blaine's hand and climbing on to the bed slowly, making sure to elongate his spine as sensually as he could. Pausing halfway to his side of the bed, he looked over his shoulder at Blaine, raising an eyebrow. "Coming?"

"If you keep that up, yeah..." Blaine said softly, not realizing what he had said until Kurt started laughing. "I mean...I...Damn it, Kurt. Just get in bed." He said, blushing and swatting at Kurt's foot playfully. Climbing in next to him, Blaine rolled on to his side, automatically holding his arms out to Kurt. "I do believe I promised you the little spoon spot, baby..."

Kurt smiled and nodded, shuffling closer to Blaine and kissing him gently. "You did, and I'd be a fool to pass that up." He turned so that his back was pressed against Blaine's chest, sighing in contentment and feeling at peace enough to sleep for the first time that night. "Goodnight, Blaine...Love you..." He murmured, falling asleep almost instantly.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist tightly and cuddled closer, kissing his boyfriend's shoulder gently. "Love you too, Kurt. Sweet dreams." He smiled, waiting until he was sure Kurt was asleep before letting himself drift off as well.

They both overslept the next day, and ended up having to rush about to make it to school on time. Kurt had said he’d start the car, and Blaine wasn’t a guy to get fussed about his boyfriend driving him, so before Blaine left the house, he took the extra minute and ducked into the kitchen to say goodbye (and hello) to his mother.

“Sleep well?” his mother asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Very,” Blaine said unthinkingly. “I mean-yes. I slept well.” His mother was clearly amused at the way Blaine was tripping all over himself, but at least she was doing him the courtesy of not actually laughing. “Actually, Mom, I wanted to ask-not that I don’t love sleeping with Kurt-I mean, that’s not what I-not that we’re-um. Can I start again?”

His mother’s eyes were sparkling with suppressed laughter. “Please, do,” she said.

Blaine sighed. “Kurt-he has trouble sleeping in strange places. And I really do want him to spend more time here, so you all can really get to know him, and it’s not like Mr. Hummel’s ever going to let me spend the night no matter how surprisingly okay he is with my making out with his son and-”

“Blaine,” his mother interrupted. “Breathe.” Blaine took a deep breath. His mother pursed her lips a little in a considering fashion. “Take some photos of his bedroom and send them to me. I’ll have his room here set up similarly.” She looked at Blaine. “I assume that was the question you were trying to ask, dear?”

“Yeah,” Blaine said slowly. Man, first Kurt and now his mother-was there no one Blaine loved who couldn’t practically read his mind? It’s not like he could hide things from his father either. Emma. Emma couldn’t, but she was seven. That probably didn’t count.

His mother nodded decisively. “Then it’s settled,” she said, turning back to her newspaper. “Have a good day at school, dear. Oh, and you can go to glee club today, which I’m sure you’ll be glad of; your father will be too busy this afternoon to go over things with you.”

Melissa smiled as her son gave her a quick half-hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Mom,” Blaine said. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Now go; you’re going to be late for school.”

***

"So...What's up?" Mercedes asked, linking her arm with Kurt's as soon as he came out of his first period classroom. "I mean, I get a phone call from you that you're ditching school for the rest of the day, nobody's seen Blaine since Tuesday, and you sent me like, twenty-seven texts sometime last night that didn't have anything but a smiley face." She stopped him as they reached their lockers, standing in front of him and crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Spill it, white boy."

Kurt smiled, shrugging and stepping around Mercedes to get to his locker. "Let's just say that certain things have happened, and that I am now more invested in my relationship than ever. And that I have a boyfriend who is very fluent in French."

Mercedes blinked at him in confusion. "Blaine's not taking French, Kurt. He's in Spanish 5 with m--OH MY GOD, YOU DIDN'T?!" She said loudly, her eyes wide. "Tell me you did not get in mob boy's pants, Kurt Hummel."

Kurt smiled softly, which was so different from his usual smirk it caused Mercedes to do a double-take. "No," he said, opening his locker, "I didn't "get into his pants," as it were. We just ..." He trailed off as a small box fell out of his locker and on to the floor. "What the hell?" He bent down, picking up the box and smiling as he saw his name scrawled on the front in Blaine's messy handwriting. Smiling at Mercedes widely, he held up the box.

"Blaine?" Mercedes asked, rolling her eyes as Kurt nodded. "What is it? I mean, he already gave you a gun, what's next? Is he gonna kick it old school and give you a wooden knife?"

"First of all, his mother gave me the gun, not Blaine. Second of all, no, I missed the age where you get knives in the Anderson family by about nine years," he said dismissively. "No, this is something Blaine's been planning on his own..."

Opening the box slowly, he blinked as a piece of paper fell out. Picking it up and unfolding it, he smiled as he realized that Blaine had written him...well, he had written him a novel from the looks of it. Blushing slightly, he looked at Mercedes and nodded toward the empty classroom next to their row of lockers. "I’m just gonna...I'll show you later, okay 'Cedes?"

She sighed playfully, gesturing for him to go. "Go on, go on...You and your man are giving me cavities, and he's not even here." She laughed, kissing him on the cheek before turning to head down the hallway. "If it's money or jewelry that you already have, I call dibs," she called over her shoulder.

He laughed, ducking in to the classroom and shutting the door behind him. Perching himself on one of the desks, he unfolded the note and rolled his eyes fondly at Blaine's handwriting. "It must be love if I'm putting up with his chicken scratch..." He mumbled to himself, smiling widely as he started to read.

Dear Kurt,

I was going to tell you this in person, but...well, I guess I wanted to be romantic and write you an actual letter (stop rolling your eyes and comparing me to "The Notebook", Kurt). I've been told that I ramble when I write, so bear with me (I don't have any doubt that you will...You put up with me any other time, why would now be any different?).

So, back when my dad was in training to take over, and he was dating my mom, she would plan all these big, elaborate dates for them to go on (she likes a little pomp and circumstance, in case you haven't noticed. Be prepared for a throw down if you decide that you don't want an actual wedding). Anyways, she'd plan these massive dates, with flowers and balloons and candles and everything like that...And then dad would get pulled in to another "meeting" and he'd have to miss it. Needless to say, mom was pissed. Every time.

Anyways, dad came up with this plan to keep mom from completely flipping out on him every time he had to miss a date: Every time he had to miss a date, he'd send mom a vase of her favorite flowers in apology. According to mom, he did it because he didn't want to lose her. Dad says it's because he didn't want to lose an eye from her throwing another set of cutlery at him. I have to agree with him and while I would hope that my gorgeous, loving, perfect angel of a boyfriend wouldn't throw knives at me, I did recently find out that he packs a mean punch, and I don't want to repeat the experience. (Seriously. I have a bruise on the back on my head from yesterday, you meanie. I would say that I want you to kiss it and make it better, but we both know that already happened, so...)

So, taking from my father's brilliant method of self-preservation, I decided to steal his idea and make it my own. I know you're not really the flower type, plus it'd be really difficult to sneak them in to your locker before class in the morning (plus, I'm pretty sure your hair-spray collection would kill them), so instead of flowers, I decided to go with something more suiting to your tastes: Jewelry. Lapel pins, to be specific. I still remember the zebra one you wore your first day at Dalton. I thought that it was so...You. Something normal and typical that you managed to turn on its ear and make ten times better.

Kind of like you do with me.

Anyways, since I forgot to tell you about the meeting I had the other day, and thereby missed getting to hang out with you after school, consider this my first (of what I'm sure will be many, unfortunately) apology gifts. You don't have to wear it if you don't like it; I just wanted you to have it and to know that even if I have to skip out on you from time to time, you're still the most important thing I've got in my life.

Anyways, I'm going to shut up now so that you can get to class. Love you, baby.

-Your pre-fiancé/Creepy McCreeperson/Honey/Blaine

Kurt smiled, moving the tissue paper in the box to reveal an oval shaped lapel pin made up of a single baby blue stone. Smiling softly, he pulled it out of the box, gasping as the color changed to a light green as it was angled toward the light. Biting his lip slightly, he looked down at his outfit, sighing in relief when he saw that he could wear the pin without it clashing (he loved Blaine, and the lapel pin was gorgeous, but he'd be damned if he willingly clashed his clothing for anyone). Pinning it to his jacket as the bell rang, he stood up, folding the note and putting it in his pocket.

Pulling his phone out of his bag and putting the box in its place, he walked out of the room, not shocked to see Anthony standing guard outside of the door. He nodded at the bodyguard, sliding out the keyboard on his phone as he started toward his first class.

You're a long winded sap who probably spent way too much money on this lapel pin. -K.

He got to class just as the bell rang, sliding in to his seat with a murmured apology. Feeling his phone vibrate, he waited until the morning announcements started to pull it out and check his missed text.

I love you too, baby. Glad you like it. I'll see you at lunch. -B.

***

Blaine had been smiling like an idiot since he had woken up that morning. It wasn't just the fact that he had woken up to Kurt's head resting on his chest (though that had cemented itself in Blaine's mind under 'Most Amazing Thing Ever'), or the fact that his mom was completely alright with giving Kurt his own room at their house (which meant she was okay with Kurt spending the night more often, which was awesome), or even the fact that Kurt had been walking around wearing his new lapel pin all day (the possessive part of Blaine's mind got a thrill every time he saw it, if he was being honest). No, what really had Blaine excited was that he had finally figured out what he would be singing as part of his glee club assignment this week.

He had heard Mr. Schue start his lesson about communication at the beginning of the week, but had pretty much tuned the teacher out after getting the gist of what the assignment entailed (he had tried, but at some point Kurt had shifted closer and laid his head on Blaine's shoulder, and anyone who could pay attention to Will Schuester over Kurt Hummel clearly needed to think about their priorities). He got the point of the lesson, however, so he wasn't worried. Sing a message to someone to explain something you felt about your situation with them. Piece of cake.

He knew he was going to be singing to Kurt. He even knew that it was going to be something ridiculous and sappy, even if it meant making the rest of the guys in New Directions look bad in comparison (a complaint he had gotten two weeks ago when he had shown up to practice with two tickets to see the touring production of Hairspray that Friday night. Kurt had been ecstatic, and hadn't stopped gushing about it for a week, which made the ladies of New Directions realize that their men weren't exactly stepping up to the plate in terms of romance. Finn and the boys hadn't heard the end of it since then). He just hadn't been able to pin down a song until he had been out of town with his dad.

They had been watching a movie in their hotel room, talking casually about whatever crossed their mind, when Blaine had sat up, looking at his dad curiously. "When did you know that you and mom were gonna get married?" He'd asked before he could stop himself. "Not like, when you liked her and were dating her, but like...I don't know..." He finished lamely, shrugging slightly.

"When did I realize that I was willing to let her boss me around for the rest of my life?" His father asked, chuckling slightly before pausing to think. "When I could read a note that she'd written me....Just a couple of sentences, sometimes not even that...And know whether she was happy or faking happiness, mad or pretending to be mad to be funny. I didn't have to hear her voice or see her face to be able to read her like a book."

Blaine had smiled, about to respond when his phone had lit up with a text from Kurt, asking if he was still awake. He had skimmed over it, noting that while Kurt made it seem like no big deal if he was asleep, he obviously had something that he wanted to talk about that had him worked up. Half way through his reply, he had stopped, smiling to himself as he realized that he could read Kurt's feelings through a text message.

(To be fair, he was pretty sure Kurt could read him with nothing at all to go off of, but his boyfriend was kind of ridiculous levels of intuitive like that, so he wasn't really upset.)

He had spent the rest of the night after Kurt's phone call looking up song after song, trying to find one that would work to get across what he was trying to say. Just when he had almost given up, Wes had sent him a link to a song on Youtube that he wanted Blaine's opinion on for the Warbler's Valentine's Day singing telegrams (because apparently, just because Blaine was in a rival glee club didn't mean Wes couldn't pick his brain from time to time). Looking over the song, Blaine had realized that, while the song may not work for the Warblers, it was going to work out perfectly for him. He wasn't even shocked that he hadn't thought of it automatically, considering it wasn't exactly part of his wheelhouse.

"Blaine? Hellooo? Anybody home? Fine, I'm just gonna go break up with you and make out with Puck, since you clearly don't care..." Blaine heard as he pulled himself out of his thoughts. While he had been daydreaming, his feet had lead him to the choir room for New Directions practice, where Kurt had clearly been waiting to talk to him if the annoyed look on his face was anything to go by.

"I'm sorry, baby. Got lost in my head for a minute. What were you telling me?" Blaine said, taking Kurt's hand and lacing their fingers together gently. "I like that lapel pin, by the way...Somebody's got good taste."

Kurt rolled his eyes even as he squeezed Blaine's hand. "That's what I was talking about, actually...You don't need to get me something every time you're gone." Blaine watched as Kurt shrugged, blushing slightly. "I don't need that...Just make it up to me when you can."

Blaine frowned slightly, pulling Kurt closer and wrapping his arm around the taller boy's waist. "First of all, since I know you're worrying about how expensive it was, don't. That's not an issue for me, and you know it. Even if it was, I want to spend money on you because you're gorgeous, and funny, and you put up with me."

He smiled, kissing Kurt's cheek gently and leading him over to the rows of chairs. "If you're going to marry me, you're going to let me spoil you, Kurt Hummel. You don't get a choice in that. Speaking of which..." He smiled, pulling away from Kurt and walking over to Mr. Schue, talking to him quietly for a second before nodding and walking over to the piano.

"Alright guys, settle down," Mr. Schue said as the bell rang. "So, as you guys know, this week's assignment is all about Communication, delivering a message through song. Blaine's ready to give it a shot, so I want everybody to listen. See if you can understand the message of his song, okay?" He waited for the group's acknowledgement, then nodded at Blaine. "Take it away."

Blaine nodded, stepping up to address his classmates. "I'm not going to lie, this is probably going to be the easiest communication to understand since the invention of the English language, but it does get across a message that's extremely important to me, so...I hope other people understand its importance as well." He smiled, winking at Kurt before moving to sit down at the piano. He took a second to arrange his sheet music (and to get rid of some of the shaking in his hands, but that was irrelevant), then started to play softly.

If there were no words
No way to speak
I would still hear you

If there were no tears
No way to feel inside
I'd still feel for you

And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart
Until the end of time
You're all i need
My love, my valentine

All of my life
I have been waiting for
All you give to me
You've opened my eyes
And showed me how to love unselfishly

I've dreamed of this a thousand times before
In my dreams i couldnt love you more
I will give you my heart
Until the end of time
You're all i need
My love, my valentine

La da da
Da da da da

And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart
Until the end of time
'Cause all i need
Is you, my valentine

You're all i need
My love, my valentine
Blaine stood up as his classmates applauded, walking over to where Kurt was sitting and smiling at him nervously. "So..." He trailed off, not really sure what to say, especially since their classmates were (not-so-subtly) watching and waiting for Kurt's reaction as well.

Kurt sniffled slightly and wiped at his eyes from where they had teared up before looking at Blaine. "You really are a long winded sap, you know..." He said, smiling softly. "And you're a show off...I mean really, singing and playing the piano? Are you going to juggle fire for your next act?" As the rest of New Directions laughed, Kurt took Blaine's hand, pulling him down in to the seat next to him.

While Finn got set up for his performance, which Blaine knew was going to be "Mr. Roboto" (he had gotten a migraine trying to figure out what the hell that was going to communicate), he leaned his head on Kurt's shoulder. "So..." He whispered softly, looking up at Kurt nervously. "Now that we don't have an audience...Be honest."

"It was gorgeous. Unexpected, but gorgeous. Thank you," Kurt added softly, squeezing Blaine's hand gently. "You didn't have to sing to me...It means a lot more than you know."

Blaine looked at him confusedly. Who else would he have sang to? For that matter, why did Kurt think that Mercedes wasn't going to sing something for him, since the two were best friends? Just as he was about to ask, the band started playing the intro to Finn's song, and Kurt shushed him gently.

Halfway through (as Finn made a horrific attempt at The Robot), Kurt tilted his head down, so that he was whispering directly against Blaine's ear.

"Though, compared to your song, mine's going to look extremely masculine...I guess I should thank you in advance."

***

Rachel’s song, unsurprisingly, was overblown and romantic and sung directly to Finn. Kurt suspected Finn would be in a great deal of trouble later for not properly reciprocating. Puck sang about wanting to have sex, which made Mr. Schue look like he wished he was anywhere else, but really, what had he expected from Puck?

In a disconcerting move that made everyone feel uncomfortable, Brittany performed “Secret” by Missy Higgins. It wasn’t as though everyone didn’t know that she and Santana were involved in some sort of relationship (hello, wasn’t that why she and Artie broke up last year?), but this song had a much clearer message than anyone expected from Brittany and Santana kind of looked like she wanted to cut a bitch, so Mr. Schue quickly thanked Brittany for her performance and sent her back to her seat.

“Okay!” Mr. Schue said, clapping his hands together. “These are all great, guys. Just great. I’m really impressed. Unfortunately, we only have time for one more song today, but I promise, the rest of you will get a chance to share too.”

Kurt took a deep breath and raised his hand. “Mr. Schuester? I’d like to sing today, if that’s alright.”

“Of course!” Mr. Schue waved Kurt up to the front of the room. “You can be our grand finale.”

Kurt gulped in another deep breath. He’d never really been nervous before, singing in front of an audience. Even singing that ill-advised song to Finn back during his stupid infatuated-with-the-straight-person phase hadn’t made him feel this lightheaded. Of course, it wasn’t just having all of New Directions looking at him expectantly (or bored out of their minds) that was making him nervous, although standing up here, Kurt wasn’t sure that they were the best audience to listen to him confess his love to Blaine through song. Blaine was looking at him as if Kurt was amazing and perfect and-

Kurt opened his mouth and began to sing.

I had no choice
but to hear you.
you stated your case
time and again
Even the bored members of New Directions were visibly paying attention now, having recognized the song.

I thought about itKurt continued, altering the next line so it fit.
you treat me like
I’m a prince and
I’m not used to liking that
you ask how my day was
Kurt smiled sheepishly at Blaine and went into the chorus.

you’ve already won me over
in spite of me
and don’t be alarmed if I fall
head over feet
and don’t be surprised
if I love you
for all that you are
I couldn’t help it
it’s all your fault

Kurt couldn’t help how strongly the emotions came through on the “it’s all your fault.” Sometimes he got so angry at what Blaine had done to him. How could Blaine make him fall this in love with him?

your love is thick
and it swallowed me whole
you’re so much braver
than I gave you credit forBlaine was so much braver than Kurt, even though he seemed to think otherwise.
that’s not lip serviceKurt added, singing directly to Blaine.

Who was staring at him with this incredible, awestruck look on his face. Kurt sucked in a quick breath and continued with the chorus.

you’ve already won me over
in spite of me
and don’t be alarmed if I fall
head over feet
and don’t be surprised
if I love you
for all that you are
I couldn’t help it
it’s all your fault

you are the bearer
of unconditional thingsKurt sang, thinking about how true the next line was.
you held your breath
and the door for me
thanks for your patience
Thank you, Kurt thought, thank you so so much. From the way Blaine was smiling back at him now, Blaine thought much the same. As the background instrumentation took the forefront for a brief time, Kurt couldn’t help but mouth “I love you” at Blaine. He immediately felt like an idiot for doing so in front of New Directions, but then Blaine was mouthing it back, a foolish grin on his face, and Kurt didn’t care anymore.

you’re the best listener
that I’ve ever met
you’re my best friendHe really was. Even more so than Mercedes, in some ways.
best friend with benefits
what took me so long

I’ve never felt
this healthy before
I’ve never wanted
something rational
I am aware nowKurt was aware now. So, so aware.
I am aware nowThis was meant to be.

He went into the chorus again.

you’ve already won me over
in spite of me
and don’t be alarmed if I fall
head over feet
and don’t be surprised
if I love you
for all that you are
I couldn’t help it
it’s all your fault
Once more.

you’ve already won me over
in spite of me
and don’t be alarmed if I fall
head over feet
and don’t be surprised
if I love you
for all that you are
I couldn’t help it
it’s all your fault

The next bit was just vowel sounds following the melody, and then the ending line, which Kurt sang with every fiber of his being.

I couldn’t help it
it’s all your fault

Kurt fell silent, panting a little from lack of breath. Next thing he knew, Blaine was giving him a soul-searing back-bending incredibly thorough kiss that probably belonged in a movie (hello, this is titantic? we’d like our kissing scene back.). And Kurt’s hands were up in Blaine’s hair and all he had to do was twist just a little and oh that was better and Blaine was even closer and it felt like Blaine might devour him whole and Kurt wanted him to…

“Well,” Mr. Schue coughed loudly. “That was a … wonderful performance, Kurt. Well done,” he said, staring at the kissing teens helplessly. “And now, um. Glee club is dismissed.”

The two boys gave no indication of having heard him, which cracked up the boys of New Directions (okay, and Santana) and made all the girls sigh about how romantic it was when really? Will thought it had way more to do with the amount of hormones being pumped through teenage bodies and oh God he had to deal with this, didn’t he?

Sighing and wondering how this was his life, Will pulled the two boys apart. “Glee’s over, guys. Time to go home.”

Kurt turned an unbelievable shade of red, but Blaine seemed as blasé as ever. “See you tomorrow, Mr. Schue,” he said cheerfully, tugging Kurt behind him as he grabbed their bags. The other members of New Directions were gone (thank God) but Will still didn’t manage to find his voice again until the two boys were almost out the door.

“Guys?” he said, hoping his voice wouldn’t break. “I appreciate how much you two … care for each other, and those songs … well, they were definitely communicative, um … but that sort of PDA is inappropriate for a school setting.”

Kurt pulled away from Blaine and turned to face Mr. Schue, face hard. “Why? Because we’re two guys kissing?” Kurt said sharply.

Will blinked. Okay, he guessed he probably deserved that, with the homophobia the boys faced every day. “No,” he said slowly, “Because Blaine’s tongue was so far down your throat I was worried you wouldn’t be able to sing next week.”

Kurt went red again. “Oh,” he said quietly.

Blaine wrapped an arm around his boyfriend. “Understood, Mr. Schue,” he said calmly. “We’ll try to control ourselves.”

Will was pretty sure there was an undertone to that statement that he didn’t want to examine too closely, but now they were leaving and his duty was done and dear god, he needed to hear some Journey.

***

Blaine walked Kurt to his car like a gentleman, although he did kiss him goodbye in a less-than-gentlemanly fashion, but fuck, Kurt singing to him had been amazing.

Finn coughed awkwardly from behind them. “Um. Kurt? We kinda need to go home now.”

“Just a minute,” Kurt said absently, leaning forward to kiss Blaine again.

“Kurt.” Finn’s voice was stronger now, cutting through the haze of desire. He sounded a little annoyed.

Kurt sighed in exasperation and pulled back from Blaine. “Finn, do I cockblock you with Rachel?” he asked acerbically.

Finn blinked. “Um, yeah,” he said. “All the time.”

Right. Kurt had forgotten that. He glared at Blaine when he realized the odd look on his boyfriend’s face was the look of a man desperately trying to avoid showing any amusement.

Blaine gave it up and laughed a little. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Kurt,” he said, leaning in and landing a short, sweet kiss on the corner of Kurt’s mouth. “Love you, baby,” he whispered.

“Love you too,” Kurt whispered back.

Then Blaine had pulled back and - was he saluting Finn? Sometimes Kurt had no idea what went through his boyfriend’s head.

Kurt sighed as he watched Blaine leave. Finn’s voice interrupted his reverie. “So, you’re really, like, in love with him, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Kurt admitted. “I really am.”

Finn awkwardly patted Kurt on the shoulder. “That’s really cool, dude. I’m happy for you.” And he sounded happy for Kurt. But Kurt could still hear an unspoken ‘but’ hanging behind Finn’s words.

“What?” Kurt asked, turning to face Finn.

Finn looked a little panicked at Kurt’s question. “Nothing!” he said quickly.

Kurt raised an eyebrow.

“Okay,” Finn admitted, “So I just was wondering - does this mean you’re going to get kidnapped a lot? Because I don’t think anyone’s going to be very happy about that.”

Kurt laughed. And laughed. And then, impulsively, he hugged Finn. He couldn’t help it. Finn was silly and bothersome and so earnest in everything he did and Kurt was so, so glad they were brothers. “No,” Kurt said, finally, trying to stop laughing. At least Finn didn’t look offended or hurt anymore, not since Kurt had hugged him. “I don’t think you have to worry about that.”

Finn grinned with relief. “Oh, good,” he said, “Because I really don’t want to have that conversation with your dad again even if he did know what was going on when none of us did.”

Kurt laughed again, a clear, high sound. “C’mon,” he said, pulling the driver-side door open. “Let’s go home, ‘Big’ Brother.”

THE END (for now…)

Songs Featured:  "My Valentine" by Martina McBride and "Head Over Feet" by Alanis Morrissette