The Compulsive Liar (12/?)
Title: The Compulsive Liar
Author: jjjjordo
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson
Summary: The filling of this prompt. Blaine is a compulsive liar and lied to Kurt about being gay.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! All characters belong to the writers.
Spoilers: Up to 2x16
Author's notes: SEE THAT? IT'S A SPOILER TAG OMG. THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR. This chapter is of an ungodly length, at a little over 3,500 words. See what you all are doing to me? But I am sad to say that it is the LAST chapter before the end of the hiatus...I'm sticking with canon, so no more chapters until Kurt and Blaine do something. But let me just say that this chapter was by far the BEST ONE TO WRITE IN THE HISTORY OR EVER. I was up waaaaay past midnight writing.
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Regionals were in a week, and the Warblers were in full swing, though they were still choosing between rehearsal numbers. They always did. A ritual they had when preparing for competition was that one of the members (who had to be chosen) would start off a song from the song nominees that the Warblers had rehearsed (usually there were about seven to choose from) at a random point and the rest would fall in.
This year, as it had been for the last three years, Blaine was the chosen member. So, nobody was surprised when he interrupted a study hall with Maroon 5’s ‘Misery,’ throwing papers into the air dramatically. The Warblers were unsurprisingly quick in response, and all got up to sing with him, and dance. Kurt was the only one not impressed by Blaine’s smooth skills, so he made a point to get close to Kurt during the song, put his arms around him, and goof around. Kurt sang unenthusiastically, and Blaine had no idea why. He got a little into it by the end, but he couldn’t fool Blaine.
“Hey, Regionals,” Blaine called when they had finished the impromptu number, “You’ve just met our opening number.
Of course, they probably wouldn’t use that particular song, but tradition was to use that line after every Regionals rehearsal. It was fun.
***
“So, what’d you think of the song?” Blaine asked Kurt later, grinning. Kurt may have not been into it, but he must have liked it, right?
“Can I be really honest with you?” Kurt said, narrowing his eyes a bit, “Because it comes from a place of caring.”
Blaine nodded, eager.
“Been there, done that,” Kurt said, shrugging.
“Look, you’re amazing, Blaine,” he continued, “Your solos are breathtaking…”
Yeah, I know, Blaine thought, smiling and shrugging. Kurt thought he was amazing.
“They’re also numerous,” Kurt said flatly, shattering Blaine’s smile.
“Kurt, the Council decides who gets the solos,” Blaine said, trying to compensate for Kurt’s comment as he followed him. He didn’t want Kurt to think he was spoiled, when he kind of was, in a way. But not in a bad way.
“Do I detect a little jealousy?” he asked playfully.
“You detect a lot of jealousy,” Kurt admitted, “Look, Blaine, sometimes I don’t feel like we’re the Warblers. I feel like we’re Blaine and the Pips.”
He said goodbye quietly, turned, and walked away, Pavarotti’s cage in hand.
So this is what it was like when Kurt Hummel got a backbone.
***
“Warblers, Warblers, I am merely suggesting that instead of wearing blue ties with red piping, we wear jackets with red ties and blue piping for the competition.” Blaine spoke up amidst the madness.
The Warblers were having another meeting, Kurt nowhere to be found. Before song selections could be discussed, though outfits had to be figured out. The members of the Kurt Kouncil, which Blaine had shortly disbanded after the whole Rachel episode, were somewhat angry with Blaine, but he wasn’t sure why. Well, he knew Wes was angry because he had less opportunities to bang the Holy Gavel if the Kouncil wasn’t meeting. But as for the rest, Blaine wasn’t sure. All he was sure of was that they were disagreeing with him on almost everything.
Wes banged his gavel, but it wasn’t that that hushed everyone in the room. It was Kurt, who walked in, doors magically opening for him, dressed in all black.
“Kurt, what’s wrong?” Blaine asked, his face falling.
“It’s Pavarotti,” Kurt said shakily, hints of tears slightly streaming down his porcelain face, “Pavarotti is dead. I suspect a stroke.”
Blaine had no idea what to say. To see Kurt that emotionally ruined was just as painful for him. Seeing Kurt crying like that made him want to wipe the tears away and softly whisper “it’s alright, I’m here.” But he couldn’t. All he could do was stand there and watch Kurt cry.
“Oh my God, Kurt, I’m so sorry,” He said softly.
“I know it’s really stupid to be upset about a bird,” Kurt said, shaking his head, really crying now, “But he inspired me with his optimism and his love of song. He was my friend.”
“Now I know today, we need to practice do-wopping behind Blaine while he sings every solo in the medley of P!nk songs,” Kurt said, “But I’d like to sing a song for Pavarotti today.”
Blaine’s heart fell. To hear Kurt speak so lowly of him was…well, it was heartbreaking. Did he really think Blaine was that shallow? Did he really think life was all about Blaine at Dalton? Blaine couldn’t help but want to cry. He’d gotten rejected. He’d never gotten rejected before, especially by a guy.
Especially by a guy that he didn’t even like.
His mind dwelled on the rejection as he sat down and Kurt handed one of the Warblers a cassette tape. The Warbler, Frank, put the tape in the tape player (who even had those anymore? Apparently, the Warblers), and Kurt started to sing. The song was one of Blaine’s favorites: ‘Blackbird’ by the Beatles.
Damn, had his voice always been that gorgeous?
Woah, had his hair always been that faultless?
Geez, had his skin always been that smooth?
My, had his lips always been that…perfect?
Kurt sang out with a voice Blaine didn’t even know he had. It was crystal clear, a soothing melody like nothing Blaine had never heard before. It was like everything amazing in the world in vocal form, and that couldn’t even describe the way he felt about Kurt’s voice.
But he had screwed up.
He had spent all of that time convincing himself that he didn’t need Kurt, he didn’t want Kurt, he didn’t like Kurt, and Kurt had begun to believe it. Then, finally, when Blaine came around, Kurt had already gotten over him. He was going to move on. Maybe he’d date Duncan or Gregory or Tom or another one of the gay Warblers. Blaine would have to watch him be happy with someone else. Blaine would have to watch them laugh and kiss and talk like he and Kurt used to…well, minus the kissing. But that would be a bonus.
That wasn’t going to happen. Blaine was going to get back Kurt, whatever it took.
Yep, he was 100% gay.
And that was the truth.
***
The gavel, again.
“You know, I think Blaine’s version of the song is actually better than the original.” Thad said, nodding.
Blaine had no idea what song they were talking about. They said the same things about every single song. He had gotten bored and zoned out. A few days ago, conversation like that would have made him feel superior, but now, it only made him feel like a bad person. He saw the glances Kurt shot at him, and he wished he hadn’t been born.
“But it’s not his natural key,” David interrupted.
“How dare you!” Duncan retorted, disgusted.
“Enough,” Blaine snapped, tired of this stupid conversation, “I’m tired of this.”
“I agree,” Thad said, “I think we should just let you choose the song that you want to sing.”
“No,” Blaine said, shaking his head, “I’m tired of the Warblers being all about me.”
“David, please make sure everything I say goes down in the official minutes,” he added, looking at David.
“We are going to lose at Regionals.” Blaine said, knowing what was to come.
Chaos. Boring. Couldn’t they just let him talk?
“I am incredibly grateful for the belief you’ve given me as a junior member to lead you all these wonderful songs this year, but from what Kurt has told me about New Directions, I just know I can’t beat them on my own.” Blaine said sincerely.
“Which is why I propose,” he continued, preparing for the next wave of chaos, “We rearrange our eleven o’ clock number and turn it into a duet.”
Everyone talked at once, obviously not liking the idea. Blaine stood up, seriously ticked off and ready to hit someone (preferably Wes) with the Gavel.
“Point of order, point of order, “he nearly shouted, trying to regain attention, “Now, we all lost one of our own this week. Pavarotti’s voice was silenced by death and I don’t want to silence anyone else’s voices in this group. I think Pavarotti would roll over in his tiny, tiny little grave…”
“The place of which had yet to be determined.” Kurt cut in quietly.
“Alright, a vote,” Wes said, “Who’s in favor of Warbler Blaine’s proposal? For a duo lead at Regionals?”
Blaine raised his hand, as did a majority of the other Warblers.
“Put my name on that audition list,” Kurt stage whispered to David, winking.
“No,” Blaine said hastily, “No auditons.”
He was NOT singing to Jeff or Nick.
“I want to sing the duet with Kurt.: he said, smiling and looking at Kurt, who looked beyond shocked.
“That’s ridiculous,” he said lightly, looking frazzled, “I mean, there’s so many great voices, and everyone deserves a shot at that honor…”
“All in favor of Kurt being my duet partner at Regionals?” Blaine said loudly.
Every Warbler raised their hand.
Even Wes, who nodded and banged the damn Gavel. Blaine had never been so happy to hear that sound. Maybe he wouldn’t hit Wes with it, after all.
***
Blaine walked into one of the common rooms to find Kurt working hard, plastic jewels and other decorations in buckets surrounding him, and about five bottles of tacky glue strewn across the table. He was intently staring at a small box, which he was slowly and carefully decorating with precision.
“What’s that?” Blaine asked, walking into the room and grinning.
“I’m decorating Pavarotti’s casket,” Kurt said, sighing.
“Well, finish up,” Blaine said, “I have the perfect song for our number and we should practice.”
“Do tell,” Kurt said, looking up and smiling, looking intrigued.
“’Candles’ by Hey Monday,” Blaine said.
“I’m impressed,” Kurt said, raising his eyebrows, “You’re usually so Top 40.”
“Well, I just wanted something a little more emotional.” Blaine said, sitting down next to him.
“Why did you pick me to sing that song with?” Kurt asked.
Blaine wasn’t expecting him to ask.
He didn’t know what to say for a second as he looked into Kurt’s eyes, gleaming with curiosity. At first, he was going to lie and tell Kurt that the Council had secretly proposed it to him, but he was tired of lying. He was tired of dodging behind lies to keep the truth from showing. It was time to stop lying and start telling Kurt how he really felt, though it had taken him this long to realize it.
He was Blaine Anderson. He was completely, totally, 100% gay, whether he liked it or not. And, most importantly, he was in love with Kurt Hummel.
“Kurt, there is a moment when you say to yourself, ‘Oh, there you are!’” he said softly, truthfully, “I’ve been looking for you forever.”
He turned to face Kurt a bit more and put his hand on Kurt’s, massaging it. He heard Kurt’s breath hitch. The movement was not to lead Kurt on, to tease him, and it was definitely not aimed to hurt him. In fact, it was natural. He wanted to do it. His heart pounded, his blood rushed, his mind raced, from just the slightest touch to Kurt’s hands. He loved the feeling, and craved it, even.
“Watching you do ‘Blackbird’ this week,” Blaine said, pausing for a bit to regain his thoughts, “That was the moment for me…about you.”
“You move me Kurt,” he continued slowly, wanting to draw out the moment, so sweet and tender, “And this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you.”
He knew what he needed to do. He wanted it so badly, more than anything he’d ever wanted in his entire life. This was the moment to do it.
Blaine leaned in, pressed a hand on Kurt’s soft cheek, and pressed his lips to Kurt’s. It remained there as both their hearts beat faster than normal, in a perfect tempo. Kurt’s smell of vanilla and brown sugar filled Blaine’s nose, his mind. The taste of his lips was the same, only sweeter. It filled Blaine’s mouth and made his tongue water for more. The moment he pulled away for half a second to breathe was one regretted. Kurt got into it as well, holding Blaine’s face in his hand.
But finally, Blaine had to pull away. He needed to work on the duet with Kurt, and kissing him would only make Blaine crave more.
He laughed. Kissing Kurt had been the most amazing feeling in the world, and he wouldn’t have even dreamed of it six months ago. In just six months, half a year, he’d found out that he was not, in fact, straight, changing his entire life. He’d found someone who loved him, broken that someone’s heart multiple times, then come back around to find out that he really did love that someone.
What a strange world this was.
“We should…we should practice.” He said awkwardly, feeling kind of childish as he blushed and looked down.
“I thought we were,” Kurt said looking like he was in utter bliss. He’d liked it.
He’d liked it.
He’d.
Liked.
It.
Blaine’s heart beat faster as he and Kurt both went in for another kiss. This time it was faster, hotter, better. They both gasped for breath as they stood up, closing the distance in between them. Blaine wove an arm around Kurt’s waist, the other he threaded through Kurt’s hair, which felt as perfect as it looked. Kurt held Blaine’s face in his smooth hands.
They were pressed up against each other, the space between them nonexistent. Tongues danced, mouths opened, they both gasped for air, though neither wanted to stop for even a second. This is what they both had wanted from the start, Kurt’s want more defined, but both still strong. Blaine kissed every inch of Kurt’s face, and Kurt breathed heavily, his heartbeat felt even by Blaine. The smell of vanilla and brown sugar was addicting, and Blaine was hungry for it, ready to be consumed by it.
He moved back to Kurt’s mouth, and kissed slower, sweeter, dragging it out like they had in the first kiss, though that didn’t last for long. It sped up quickly, and they were soon gasping again. Kurt wove his nimble fingers through Blaine’s hair, making Blaine moan happily in approval. He was so turned on by Kurt, and if they could make their way over to the couch…
“Blaine?” a voice asked.
Shit.
Blaine whipped around, eyes like a deer in headlights. Wes, with every single other Warbler behind him, stood at the doorway, looking shocked. Jeff, who stood near the back, was grinning madly and elbowing Nick, who joined him in grinning. Wes, along with some of the Warblers, had their eyebrows knit together, and looked concerned, if not downright angry.
“We called an emergency Warblers meeting and came down to get you…but I guess you’re a little busy.” David said, smirking a bit. Of course he would.
He, and Kurt, were blushing madly. Blaine couldn’t imagine what it must have looked like. Their hair must have been pretty askew, and…well, they were making out. There was no way around it.
“Uh…yeah. Um, sounds good.” Blaine mumbled, looking down.
“We’ll be in the meeting room, when you’re ready.” Wes spat coldly, turning around sharply and waling out of the room. The rest of the Warblers followed obediently.
Kurt leaned in real close so that his mouth was nearly at Blaine’s neck. Blaine’s shuddered, and his skin erupted in goose bumps.
“We’ll resume this later.” Kurt whispered into Blaine’s ear seductively. Before Blaine could respond, he pranced out of the room, satchel over his shoulder.
And who said Kurt Hummel wasn’t sexy?
***
They were at Regionals.
They were getting ready to sing a duet.
At Regionals.
Blaine was surprisingly comfortable. He was ready to sing with Kurt; their practices had gone by fast, too fast. It seems like the entire week had. Kurt and Blaine’s lips hadn’t touched again, since they were too busy practicing for Regionals, but it was undeniable: they were now the Warblers power couple. They held hands on the way to rehearsal, couldn’t stop talking during it, and afterwards, parted with a long hug, but nothing more. The rest of the Warblers thought it was simply adorable, with the exception of those former members of the Kouncil that were not Nick or Jeff. They spent most of their time giggling at the whole thing. They thought it was downright adorable.
Blaine walked up to Kurt, who looked extremely uncomfortable, staring at the stage, off into the distance.
“Has anyone ever literally died on stage?” he asked.
Blaine looked at him for a second, then grinned.
“Are you nervous?” he whispered.
“Please don’t judge me,” Kurt blurted, “This is the first time I’ve had a solo in front of a competition audience…I have this nightmare that I’m going to forget the lyrics, or I’m going to sing and nothing is going to come out.”
He looked at Blaine expectantly. Blaine looked back at him, an expression of amusement on his face. That sounded completely familiar. It was funny to think that’d he’d been thinking the same things only 6 months ago…when he didn’t love Kurt.
“Okay, you can judge me,” Kurt said, smiling sheepishly.
“I think it’s adorable,” Blaine said truthfully, sighing and grinning, “I think YOU’RE adorable.”
He stepped behind Kurt and put his hands on his shoulders, whispering tenderly in Kurt’s ear.
“And I think the only people who are going to be dying tonight are the people in that audience because you and I are gonna kill this thing.” He said encouragingly.
The Warblers were announced, and everyone took their places.
The song started off slowly, sweetly, and sort of quietly. Kurt stepped forward first and sang, his voice sweet, penetrating the near-silence. He looked somewhat nervous, but sang strongly. He was a trooper. Blaine sang to him, getting close to him. They stared into each other’s eyes, and the whole world shifted at that moment.
There was no longer the Warblers. Sure, their voices were there, but they weren’t. The audience was gone; Kurt and Blaine were alone. The stage was far below them, they were floating on air. Singing to Kurt was like kissing him; easy and blissful. It was all Blaine could do not to stare at him the entire time. However, he knew that he had to make eye contact with the audience to be a good performer, so he did. It wasn’t to his liking, but he did.
After the song, Blaine dragged Kurt into the spotlight as they received a standing ovation. Kurt looked like he had just won a Grammy.
‘Raise Your Glass’ was relatively uneventful. One of the conditions that Blaine had to agree to if he wanted to do a duet was to still take part in the performance of a song chosen by the Council. They’d chosen ‘Raise Your Glass,’ and Blaine as the lead, unsurprisingly. It was more of a bouncy, crowd-pleasing song rather than the emotional, sweet song that was ‘Candles.’ But hey, Blaine wasn’t complaining. ‘Raise Your Glass’ was a fun number, and he got to dance and jump around, like he loved to. The choreography was fun, and everyone was pumped, including the audience.
As the audience clapped enthusiastically, the Warblers formed a giant group hug.
And guess who couldn’t keep his hands off his boyfriend?
***
Yeah, they didn’t win. But so what? Winning was not Blaine’s main priority, unless he was winning over his boyfriend.
Which is why he helped Kurt bury Pavarotti the next day. It was a short and small ceremony, with only tow I n attendance, including Kurt and Blaine.
“Farewell, sweet prince.” Kurt whispered as Blaine shoveled the dirt over Pavarotti’s bedazzled coffin.
“I’m so sorry, Kurt,” Blaine said sincerely, feeling bad for his boyfriend, “I know this is upsetting for you…”
“It reminds you of your mom’s funeral, doesn’t it?” he asked, standing up once the coffin was buried.
“The casket was bigger,” Kurt said, his voice threatening tears, “But yes. It’s not just that, though. Honestly, I’m upset that we lost at Regionals.”
“The competition season’s over, but we’ll still get to perform,” Blaine said reassuringly, “We do nursing home shows all the time. And do you know how many GAPS there are in Ohio? Tons.”
But I’ll be singing to you this time, he thought, smiling to himself.
“Yeah, I just really wanted to win.” Kurt said quickly, obviously uncomfortable with that memory in particular. Blaine hadn’t even considered what it was to him.
“You did win,” Blaine said softly, looking at Kurt, “And so did I. We got each other out of all this. That beats a lousy trophy, don’t you think?”
He held out his hand. Kurt took it, and they walked off into the distance.
He was Blaine Anderson. He was 100% gay. He had a boyfriend named Kurt who loved him.
It looked like things were going to be all right.
Author: jjjjordo
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson
Summary: The filling of this prompt. Blaine is a compulsive liar and lied to Kurt about being gay.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! All characters belong to the writers.
Spoilers: Up to 2x16
Author's notes: SEE THAT? IT'S A SPOILER TAG OMG. THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR. This chapter is of an ungodly length, at a little over 3,500 words. See what you all are doing to me? But I am sad to say that it is the LAST chapter before the end of the hiatus...I'm sticking with canon, so no more chapters until Kurt and Blaine do something. But let me just say that this chapter was by far the BEST ONE TO WRITE IN THE HISTORY OR EVER. I was up waaaaay past midnight writing.
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Regionals were in a week, and the Warblers were in full swing, though they were still choosing between rehearsal numbers. They always did. A ritual they had when preparing for competition was that one of the members (who had to be chosen) would start off a song from the song nominees that the Warblers had rehearsed (usually there were about seven to choose from) at a random point and the rest would fall in.
This year, as it had been for the last three years, Blaine was the chosen member. So, nobody was surprised when he interrupted a study hall with Maroon 5’s ‘Misery,’ throwing papers into the air dramatically. The Warblers were unsurprisingly quick in response, and all got up to sing with him, and dance. Kurt was the only one not impressed by Blaine’s smooth skills, so he made a point to get close to Kurt during the song, put his arms around him, and goof around. Kurt sang unenthusiastically, and Blaine had no idea why. He got a little into it by the end, but he couldn’t fool Blaine.
“Hey, Regionals,” Blaine called when they had finished the impromptu number, “You’ve just met our opening number.
Of course, they probably wouldn’t use that particular song, but tradition was to use that line after every Regionals rehearsal. It was fun.
***
“So, what’d you think of the song?” Blaine asked Kurt later, grinning. Kurt may have not been into it, but he must have liked it, right?
“Can I be really honest with you?” Kurt said, narrowing his eyes a bit, “Because it comes from a place of caring.”
Blaine nodded, eager.
“Been there, done that,” Kurt said, shrugging.
“Look, you’re amazing, Blaine,” he continued, “Your solos are breathtaking…”
Yeah, I know, Blaine thought, smiling and shrugging. Kurt thought he was amazing.
“They’re also numerous,” Kurt said flatly, shattering Blaine’s smile.
“Kurt, the Council decides who gets the solos,” Blaine said, trying to compensate for Kurt’s comment as he followed him. He didn’t want Kurt to think he was spoiled, when he kind of was, in a way. But not in a bad way.
“Do I detect a little jealousy?” he asked playfully.
“You detect a lot of jealousy,” Kurt admitted, “Look, Blaine, sometimes I don’t feel like we’re the Warblers. I feel like we’re Blaine and the Pips.”
He said goodbye quietly, turned, and walked away, Pavarotti’s cage in hand.
So this is what it was like when Kurt Hummel got a backbone.
***
“Warblers, Warblers, I am merely suggesting that instead of wearing blue ties with red piping, we wear jackets with red ties and blue piping for the competition.” Blaine spoke up amidst the madness.
The Warblers were having another meeting, Kurt nowhere to be found. Before song selections could be discussed, though outfits had to be figured out. The members of the Kurt Kouncil, which Blaine had shortly disbanded after the whole Rachel episode, were somewhat angry with Blaine, but he wasn’t sure why. Well, he knew Wes was angry because he had less opportunities to bang the Holy Gavel if the Kouncil wasn’t meeting. But as for the rest, Blaine wasn’t sure. All he was sure of was that they were disagreeing with him on almost everything.
Wes banged his gavel, but it wasn’t that that hushed everyone in the room. It was Kurt, who walked in, doors magically opening for him, dressed in all black.
“Kurt, what’s wrong?” Blaine asked, his face falling.
“It’s Pavarotti,” Kurt said shakily, hints of tears slightly streaming down his porcelain face, “Pavarotti is dead. I suspect a stroke.”
Blaine had no idea what to say. To see Kurt that emotionally ruined was just as painful for him. Seeing Kurt crying like that made him want to wipe the tears away and softly whisper “it’s alright, I’m here.” But he couldn’t. All he could do was stand there and watch Kurt cry.
“Oh my God, Kurt, I’m so sorry,” He said softly.
“I know it’s really stupid to be upset about a bird,” Kurt said, shaking his head, really crying now, “But he inspired me with his optimism and his love of song. He was my friend.”
“Now I know today, we need to practice do-wopping behind Blaine while he sings every solo in the medley of P!nk songs,” Kurt said, “But I’d like to sing a song for Pavarotti today.”
Blaine’s heart fell. To hear Kurt speak so lowly of him was…well, it was heartbreaking. Did he really think Blaine was that shallow? Did he really think life was all about Blaine at Dalton? Blaine couldn’t help but want to cry. He’d gotten rejected. He’d never gotten rejected before, especially by a guy.
Especially by a guy that he didn’t even like.
His mind dwelled on the rejection as he sat down and Kurt handed one of the Warblers a cassette tape. The Warbler, Frank, put the tape in the tape player (who even had those anymore? Apparently, the Warblers), and Kurt started to sing. The song was one of Blaine’s favorites: ‘Blackbird’ by the Beatles.
Damn, had his voice always been that gorgeous?
Woah, had his hair always been that faultless?
Geez, had his skin always been that smooth?
My, had his lips always been that…perfect?
Kurt sang out with a voice Blaine didn’t even know he had. It was crystal clear, a soothing melody like nothing Blaine had never heard before. It was like everything amazing in the world in vocal form, and that couldn’t even describe the way he felt about Kurt’s voice.
But he had screwed up.
He had spent all of that time convincing himself that he didn’t need Kurt, he didn’t want Kurt, he didn’t like Kurt, and Kurt had begun to believe it. Then, finally, when Blaine came around, Kurt had already gotten over him. He was going to move on. Maybe he’d date Duncan or Gregory or Tom or another one of the gay Warblers. Blaine would have to watch him be happy with someone else. Blaine would have to watch them laugh and kiss and talk like he and Kurt used to…well, minus the kissing. But that would be a bonus.
That wasn’t going to happen. Blaine was going to get back Kurt, whatever it took.
Yep, he was 100% gay.
And that was the truth.
***
The gavel, again.
“You know, I think Blaine’s version of the song is actually better than the original.” Thad said, nodding.
Blaine had no idea what song they were talking about. They said the same things about every single song. He had gotten bored and zoned out. A few days ago, conversation like that would have made him feel superior, but now, it only made him feel like a bad person. He saw the glances Kurt shot at him, and he wished he hadn’t been born.
“But it’s not his natural key,” David interrupted.
“How dare you!” Duncan retorted, disgusted.
“Enough,” Blaine snapped, tired of this stupid conversation, “I’m tired of this.”
“I agree,” Thad said, “I think we should just let you choose the song that you want to sing.”
“No,” Blaine said, shaking his head, “I’m tired of the Warblers being all about me.”
“David, please make sure everything I say goes down in the official minutes,” he added, looking at David.
“We are going to lose at Regionals.” Blaine said, knowing what was to come.
Chaos. Boring. Couldn’t they just let him talk?
“I am incredibly grateful for the belief you’ve given me as a junior member to lead you all these wonderful songs this year, but from what Kurt has told me about New Directions, I just know I can’t beat them on my own.” Blaine said sincerely.
“Which is why I propose,” he continued, preparing for the next wave of chaos, “We rearrange our eleven o’ clock number and turn it into a duet.”
Everyone talked at once, obviously not liking the idea. Blaine stood up, seriously ticked off and ready to hit someone (preferably Wes) with the Gavel.
“Point of order, point of order, “he nearly shouted, trying to regain attention, “Now, we all lost one of our own this week. Pavarotti’s voice was silenced by death and I don’t want to silence anyone else’s voices in this group. I think Pavarotti would roll over in his tiny, tiny little grave…”
“The place of which had yet to be determined.” Kurt cut in quietly.
“Alright, a vote,” Wes said, “Who’s in favor of Warbler Blaine’s proposal? For a duo lead at Regionals?”
Blaine raised his hand, as did a majority of the other Warblers.
“Put my name on that audition list,” Kurt stage whispered to David, winking.
“No,” Blaine said hastily, “No auditons.”
He was NOT singing to Jeff or Nick.
“I want to sing the duet with Kurt.: he said, smiling and looking at Kurt, who looked beyond shocked.
“That’s ridiculous,” he said lightly, looking frazzled, “I mean, there’s so many great voices, and everyone deserves a shot at that honor…”
“All in favor of Kurt being my duet partner at Regionals?” Blaine said loudly.
Every Warbler raised their hand.
Even Wes, who nodded and banged the damn Gavel. Blaine had never been so happy to hear that sound. Maybe he wouldn’t hit Wes with it, after all.
***
Blaine walked into one of the common rooms to find Kurt working hard, plastic jewels and other decorations in buckets surrounding him, and about five bottles of tacky glue strewn across the table. He was intently staring at a small box, which he was slowly and carefully decorating with precision.
“What’s that?” Blaine asked, walking into the room and grinning.
“I’m decorating Pavarotti’s casket,” Kurt said, sighing.
“Well, finish up,” Blaine said, “I have the perfect song for our number and we should practice.”
“Do tell,” Kurt said, looking up and smiling, looking intrigued.
“’Candles’ by Hey Monday,” Blaine said.
“I’m impressed,” Kurt said, raising his eyebrows, “You’re usually so Top 40.”
“Well, I just wanted something a little more emotional.” Blaine said, sitting down next to him.
“Why did you pick me to sing that song with?” Kurt asked.
Blaine wasn’t expecting him to ask.
He didn’t know what to say for a second as he looked into Kurt’s eyes, gleaming with curiosity. At first, he was going to lie and tell Kurt that the Council had secretly proposed it to him, but he was tired of lying. He was tired of dodging behind lies to keep the truth from showing. It was time to stop lying and start telling Kurt how he really felt, though it had taken him this long to realize it.
He was Blaine Anderson. He was completely, totally, 100% gay, whether he liked it or not. And, most importantly, he was in love with Kurt Hummel.
“Kurt, there is a moment when you say to yourself, ‘Oh, there you are!’” he said softly, truthfully, “I’ve been looking for you forever.”
He turned to face Kurt a bit more and put his hand on Kurt’s, massaging it. He heard Kurt’s breath hitch. The movement was not to lead Kurt on, to tease him, and it was definitely not aimed to hurt him. In fact, it was natural. He wanted to do it. His heart pounded, his blood rushed, his mind raced, from just the slightest touch to Kurt’s hands. He loved the feeling, and craved it, even.
“Watching you do ‘Blackbird’ this week,” Blaine said, pausing for a bit to regain his thoughts, “That was the moment for me…about you.”
“You move me Kurt,” he continued slowly, wanting to draw out the moment, so sweet and tender, “And this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you.”
He knew what he needed to do. He wanted it so badly, more than anything he’d ever wanted in his entire life. This was the moment to do it.
Blaine leaned in, pressed a hand on Kurt’s soft cheek, and pressed his lips to Kurt’s. It remained there as both their hearts beat faster than normal, in a perfect tempo. Kurt’s smell of vanilla and brown sugar filled Blaine’s nose, his mind. The taste of his lips was the same, only sweeter. It filled Blaine’s mouth and made his tongue water for more. The moment he pulled away for half a second to breathe was one regretted. Kurt got into it as well, holding Blaine’s face in his hand.
But finally, Blaine had to pull away. He needed to work on the duet with Kurt, and kissing him would only make Blaine crave more.
He laughed. Kissing Kurt had been the most amazing feeling in the world, and he wouldn’t have even dreamed of it six months ago. In just six months, half a year, he’d found out that he was not, in fact, straight, changing his entire life. He’d found someone who loved him, broken that someone’s heart multiple times, then come back around to find out that he really did love that someone.
What a strange world this was.
“We should…we should practice.” He said awkwardly, feeling kind of childish as he blushed and looked down.
“I thought we were,” Kurt said looking like he was in utter bliss. He’d liked it.
He’d liked it.
He’d.
Liked.
It.
Blaine’s heart beat faster as he and Kurt both went in for another kiss. This time it was faster, hotter, better. They both gasped for breath as they stood up, closing the distance in between them. Blaine wove an arm around Kurt’s waist, the other he threaded through Kurt’s hair, which felt as perfect as it looked. Kurt held Blaine’s face in his smooth hands.
They were pressed up against each other, the space between them nonexistent. Tongues danced, mouths opened, they both gasped for air, though neither wanted to stop for even a second. This is what they both had wanted from the start, Kurt’s want more defined, but both still strong. Blaine kissed every inch of Kurt’s face, and Kurt breathed heavily, his heartbeat felt even by Blaine. The smell of vanilla and brown sugar was addicting, and Blaine was hungry for it, ready to be consumed by it.
He moved back to Kurt’s mouth, and kissed slower, sweeter, dragging it out like they had in the first kiss, though that didn’t last for long. It sped up quickly, and they were soon gasping again. Kurt wove his nimble fingers through Blaine’s hair, making Blaine moan happily in approval. He was so turned on by Kurt, and if they could make their way over to the couch…
“Blaine?” a voice asked.
Shit.
Blaine whipped around, eyes like a deer in headlights. Wes, with every single other Warbler behind him, stood at the doorway, looking shocked. Jeff, who stood near the back, was grinning madly and elbowing Nick, who joined him in grinning. Wes, along with some of the Warblers, had their eyebrows knit together, and looked concerned, if not downright angry.
“We called an emergency Warblers meeting and came down to get you…but I guess you’re a little busy.” David said, smirking a bit. Of course he would.
He, and Kurt, were blushing madly. Blaine couldn’t imagine what it must have looked like. Their hair must have been pretty askew, and…well, they were making out. There was no way around it.
“Uh…yeah. Um, sounds good.” Blaine mumbled, looking down.
“We’ll be in the meeting room, when you’re ready.” Wes spat coldly, turning around sharply and waling out of the room. The rest of the Warblers followed obediently.
Kurt leaned in real close so that his mouth was nearly at Blaine’s neck. Blaine’s shuddered, and his skin erupted in goose bumps.
“We’ll resume this later.” Kurt whispered into Blaine’s ear seductively. Before Blaine could respond, he pranced out of the room, satchel over his shoulder.
And who said Kurt Hummel wasn’t sexy?
***
They were at Regionals.
They were getting ready to sing a duet.
At Regionals.
Blaine was surprisingly comfortable. He was ready to sing with Kurt; their practices had gone by fast, too fast. It seems like the entire week had. Kurt and Blaine’s lips hadn’t touched again, since they were too busy practicing for Regionals, but it was undeniable: they were now the Warblers power couple. They held hands on the way to rehearsal, couldn’t stop talking during it, and afterwards, parted with a long hug, but nothing more. The rest of the Warblers thought it was simply adorable, with the exception of those former members of the Kouncil that were not Nick or Jeff. They spent most of their time giggling at the whole thing. They thought it was downright adorable.
Blaine walked up to Kurt, who looked extremely uncomfortable, staring at the stage, off into the distance.
“Has anyone ever literally died on stage?” he asked.
Blaine looked at him for a second, then grinned.
“Are you nervous?” he whispered.
“Please don’t judge me,” Kurt blurted, “This is the first time I’ve had a solo in front of a competition audience…I have this nightmare that I’m going to forget the lyrics, or I’m going to sing and nothing is going to come out.”
He looked at Blaine expectantly. Blaine looked back at him, an expression of amusement on his face. That sounded completely familiar. It was funny to think that’d he’d been thinking the same things only 6 months ago…when he didn’t love Kurt.
“Okay, you can judge me,” Kurt said, smiling sheepishly.
“I think it’s adorable,” Blaine said truthfully, sighing and grinning, “I think YOU’RE adorable.”
He stepped behind Kurt and put his hands on his shoulders, whispering tenderly in Kurt’s ear.
“And I think the only people who are going to be dying tonight are the people in that audience because you and I are gonna kill this thing.” He said encouragingly.
The Warblers were announced, and everyone took their places.
The song started off slowly, sweetly, and sort of quietly. Kurt stepped forward first and sang, his voice sweet, penetrating the near-silence. He looked somewhat nervous, but sang strongly. He was a trooper. Blaine sang to him, getting close to him. They stared into each other’s eyes, and the whole world shifted at that moment.
There was no longer the Warblers. Sure, their voices were there, but they weren’t. The audience was gone; Kurt and Blaine were alone. The stage was far below them, they were floating on air. Singing to Kurt was like kissing him; easy and blissful. It was all Blaine could do not to stare at him the entire time. However, he knew that he had to make eye contact with the audience to be a good performer, so he did. It wasn’t to his liking, but he did.
After the song, Blaine dragged Kurt into the spotlight as they received a standing ovation. Kurt looked like he had just won a Grammy.
‘Raise Your Glass’ was relatively uneventful. One of the conditions that Blaine had to agree to if he wanted to do a duet was to still take part in the performance of a song chosen by the Council. They’d chosen ‘Raise Your Glass,’ and Blaine as the lead, unsurprisingly. It was more of a bouncy, crowd-pleasing song rather than the emotional, sweet song that was ‘Candles.’ But hey, Blaine wasn’t complaining. ‘Raise Your Glass’ was a fun number, and he got to dance and jump around, like he loved to. The choreography was fun, and everyone was pumped, including the audience.
As the audience clapped enthusiastically, the Warblers formed a giant group hug.
And guess who couldn’t keep his hands off his boyfriend?
***
Yeah, they didn’t win. But so what? Winning was not Blaine’s main priority, unless he was winning over his boyfriend.
Which is why he helped Kurt bury Pavarotti the next day. It was a short and small ceremony, with only tow I n attendance, including Kurt and Blaine.
“Farewell, sweet prince.” Kurt whispered as Blaine shoveled the dirt over Pavarotti’s bedazzled coffin.
“I’m so sorry, Kurt,” Blaine said sincerely, feeling bad for his boyfriend, “I know this is upsetting for you…”
“It reminds you of your mom’s funeral, doesn’t it?” he asked, standing up once the coffin was buried.
“The casket was bigger,” Kurt said, his voice threatening tears, “But yes. It’s not just that, though. Honestly, I’m upset that we lost at Regionals.”
“The competition season’s over, but we’ll still get to perform,” Blaine said reassuringly, “We do nursing home shows all the time. And do you know how many GAPS there are in Ohio? Tons.”
But I’ll be singing to you this time, he thought, smiling to himself.
“Yeah, I just really wanted to win.” Kurt said quickly, obviously uncomfortable with that memory in particular. Blaine hadn’t even considered what it was to him.
“You did win,” Blaine said softly, looking at Kurt, “And so did I. We got each other out of all this. That beats a lousy trophy, don’t you think?”
He held out his hand. Kurt took it, and they walked off into the distance.
He was Blaine Anderson. He was 100% gay. He had a boyfriend named Kurt who loved him.
It looked like things were going to be all right.