fic: that famous happy ending
Title: That Famous Happy Ending
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: 2x20 Prom Queen. THIS WHOLE THING IS ONE GIANT SPOILER
Word Count: 1060
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title from the song So Close by Jon McLaughlin
Summary:SPOILERS FOR 2x20 Klaine at Prom. Prom King and Queen are announced and how everyone deals with it.
A/N: Ever since we found out who King and Queen were, this scenario has been playing in my head. So I finally wrote it. (And I really wanted to get this out before the episode aired so canon wouldn't destroy my urge for this) This was written in about a half hour, so I didn't beta it at all. Let me know if you catch any mistakes!
“And your prom queen is…”
Kurt tore his eyes away from the stage, where Karofsky of all people stood as their Prom King next to Principal Figgins, and looked across the sea of people to his friends.
Quinn looked nervous, like she might actually throw up if the name called wasn’t hers.
Santana kept flicking her gaze back and forth between her date up on the stage and Brittany in front of her.
Lauren looked…well, like Lauren. She was leaning into Puck whose arm was wrapped around her shoulders, looking perfectly calm and content. Not at all worried like her components were.
“K-Kurt. Hummel. Kurt Hummel.”
Kurt heard the gasps from all around him, felt at least one hundred pairs of eyes staring him down, but it just wasn’t clicking in his head.
And suddenly Blaine was there, standing in front of him and grabbing Kurt’s hands tightly in his own. If Kurt didn’t know any better, he’d think Blaine was about to cry.
“Kurt, don’t. You don’t have to do this-we can leave. We can get out of here right now. Don’t let them do this to you.” Kurt didn’t realize he was crying until a tear hit his lip and Blaine wiped it away with his thumb.
“Kurt…”
A million things were racing through Blaine’s mind. Mostly about how this could have all been prevented. Kurt wanted to come back to be with his friends and Blaine let him. He knew nothing was going to change. He knew Karofsky wasn’t going to change and he let Kurt go anyways.
Blaine Anderson had never been so close to wanting to punch someone in the face in his entire life.
“Kurt Hummel?” Figgins called again, looking out into the crowd of students, trying to find their prom…queen.
Kurt closed his eyes and took in a deep stuttering breath before looking into Blaine’s eyes, squeezing his hands and pulling out of his boyfriend’s grasp.
“I have to.”
“Kurt, no you-” Kurt shook his head and took a step away, “Yes I do. I can’t let them beat me, Blaine,” he whispered quietly before looking over to the stage and walking forward.
He heard the snickers in the crowd. Whispered taunts and snide remarks as he passed by the jocks and the popular kids, people who never gave two shits about him, but he didn’t let it faze him.
Puck and Finn stopped in front of him, backed by Rachel and Santana, but Kurt didn’t say anything to them; he just shook his head and patted Finn on the arm when he passed by, squeezing it quickly in reassurance.
His heart was pounding but his legs were steady as he climbed the stairs and walked on stage, letting Principal Figgins place the crown on his head (What, I can’t at least get a tiara? Might as well go all fucking out…).
Figgins stepped to the mic, glancing from Dave and Kurt to the students. “I um…as is customary…the um, the king and q-queen will now share their royal…dance.”
Bouts of laughter could be heard from various groups in the crowd, but Kurt’s eyes searched until he found what he was looking for.
Blaine was standing with the rest of his friends. The girls all with tears in their eyes and the boys looking like they were out for blood.
But Blaine looked…destroyed.
He was looking at Kurt like it was all his fault, like he could have somehow prevented all of this from happening.
Kurt then stepped forward and tapped Figgins on the shoulder.
“Um…yes, Kurt?”
“Principal Figgins, since it isn’t customary for two men to win this, I don’t think it should be customary for me to have to dance with Dave.”
“You…you have a point Kurt, but-”
“I’d like to dance with my date, if that’s okay. With my boyfriend.” Kurt didn’t look at Karofsky once, his gaze firmly staying on Blaine and his friends in the middle of the crowd.
He didn’t care what Figgins answer would be. He would not be dancing with Dave Karofsky. He wouldn’t even make eye contact with him if he can help it.
“Oh well, uh…okay. Yes, sure you can Kurt. And Dave, you may dance with your date as well.” Kurt heard Santana’s scoff but then he was off the stage and moving forward, the people around him parting like the red sea as he made his way over to Blaine.
“What are you doing?” Blaine asked quietly. But he didn’t look mad. He looked…shocked, a hint of a smile beginning on his lips as he took in his boyfriend’s appearance.
“This is my prom and I’m queen. Royalty get what they want. And right now, I want to dance with my boyfriend in front of everyone. I want people to know you’re mine.”
Kurt’s words shot right through Blaine in the best way possible.He secretly loved it when Kurt got possessive of him.
Blaine nodded and reached down, taking one of Kurt’s hands in his own, his other wrapping around Kurt’s waist as the song began to pour through the speakers.
Kurt glanced around them as they danced slowly.
He saw his friends all watching him, small but happy smiles on all of their faces, even Quinn and Santana.
He saw Karofsky standing off in the crowd with his jock friends, his crown no longer on his head but instead wrapped in a fist.
Then he looked straight and saw Blaine watching him, him thumb rubbing small circles on the back of Kurt’s hand as he sang along quietly with the song.
Kurt then remembered a conversation with his father they had months ago, something that had been tucked into the farthest recesses of his mind.
Why can’t I walk hand-in-hand down the hall with a person that I like? Why can’t I slow dance at my prom?
And well…here he was. Slow dancing at his prom. Slow dancing at his prom in front of everyone with his boyfriend.
He knew this whole thing was supposed to be some cruel joke against him, a personal welcome back, queer from the jocks who just loved him so, but he didn’t care.
“This is perfect.” He whispered as he rested his head against the crook of Blaine’s neck. He felt Blaine nuzzle his head against Kurt’s, felt Blaine’s lips against his temple, kissing him gently.
“It really is.”
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Song they’re dancing to is So Close by Jon McLaughlin