A/N: So. Hi, there. I haven't ever written anything for Glee before – well, really, anything except Harry Potter. But I'm a really huge Gleek and a Klaine addict and so decided that I would try my hand at writing this. It'll have a few chapters, and I don't know how frequently I'll update but I figure that's a problem for another time, right?
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Klaine.
Enjoy!
Bare
Well, this was interesting.
When Blaine had asked Kurt to sing with him for a King's Island show, of all things, he hadn't thought about it.
A few well-placed comments from Wes and David – with hand motions too suggestive for Kurt to consider repeating in civilized society – later, and he wasn't sure.
There was no mention of a Christmas show, anywhere on their website.
Kurt sat back, a slow grin making its way across his face. He pulled out his phone.
To: Blaine
Hi there. I need your help with something. Come to my room? And get your vocal cords ready. ;)
He pulled out the music as he waited. His phone beeped.
From: Blaine
Oh, goodness. All right, then.
At the less-than-warm response, Kurt felt his heart stop a bit, but shook it off. The boy lied so he could sing with you. At the very least, you can do this.
And then there was a knock on his door.
"Come in," Kurt called, his voice high, even for him.
Blaine entered, his hair ungelled. "What do you need?"
Kurt swallowed. "I was wondering if you would sing with me. Because I sang with you. And I – I mean, not because I sang with you, like it was some huge favor. I mean – oh, darn. I found this song, and I want to sing it with someone, and you're pretty much the only guy I know who would."
"Why didn't you get a girl, then?" Blaine sat down on the bed next to Kurt. "Not that I'm complaining, you're wonderful, it's just – I mean, you have a million girl friends."
Kurt's heart started its stupid, awful, inopportune racing again, and he stood up, wringing his hands together. Blaine's face was so close… He shook his head and turned around, hand on his hip. "It's not exactly a song a girl and a guy can sing together. It's a love song, but… not in that way."
"Love song?" Blaine's voice was higher, and he cleared his throat. "I mean, uh –"
"If you don't want to, that's fine. Damn, this was a dumb idea. You can –"
"No, it's fine." Blaine smiled at him, hair messy and in his eyes, and god damn Kurt wanted to grab it and kiss the daylights out of the boy.
But he couldn't. And so he continued. "Oh, great!" He forced himself to refrain from clapping. "It's, uh, the song Bare from the musical of the same name." He handed Blaine the sheet music. "I'll do the first part, the higher one. Obviously." He forced a laugh.
Blaine nodded, but his foot was tapping like he was nervous or something, and his hand that wasn't holding the paper was clenching. "Uh, all right. Let's do this." He looked up at Kurt, and gave a big grin.
Kurt hit the play button before he could stop himself.
"Do you remember the day that you met me?
I swear, it was yesterday, I knew with a glance.
That you were the question, and you were the answer:
That the world would make sense again if I held your hand."
He took a breath – holy shit, he was singing a love song to Blaine for Christ's sake – and continued.
"Someday, you'll look back,
And I hope you'll remember
The moment of truth when I knew who I was."
Kurt smiled and took Blaine's hand without thinking.
"How did I learn the truth you gave to me?"
And now it was Blaine's turn.
"I will always remember
That first stolen moment.
There you were, kissing me –" and on that he seemed to swallow, his voice just under the pitch.
"And time seemed to freeze.
Now, I stand at a crossroad,
And I stare at a question.
If prayer were the answer, I'd fall on my knees!"
At this, he threw his arms out, and the awkwardness seemed to disappear.
"But foreword is calling,
And I cannot stay here.
A parting of souls as I try to move on.
How do I forget the dream you shared with me?
I've never been this bare."
"I've never been so scared!" Kurt came in, no lyrics he had sung truer. His heart was pounding, every cell alive, and as the song continued they got closer and closer.
"The act is beginning, the audience waiting." Blaine looked sufficiently sad at this, and turned as if to leave.
Without thinking about it, without really meaning to, Kurt spun him around.
"No!
Stay in this moment,
Where secrets revealed.
Here in a world where there's safety in falsehood,
I have discovered the one thing that's real."
He gulped.
"That I love you, and I've loved you from the start.
And if you hold that close to you, we'll never be apart."
Blaine swallowed.
"Peter...
Please know I love you."
And on that, Blaine's voice.
"God, I love you."
In a harmony any director would have been proud of, they sang the last line.
"From the start."
There was silence for a moment, a silence that seemed to stretch on and on. Kurt and Blaine stared at each other, breathing heavily.
Blaine was the one to break it. "You're a fantastic singer."
Kurt smiled, sitting next to him. "Thanks. You're pretty great yourself."
"But I don't think I can sing that kind of thing with you."
Kurt's heart dropped. I was too obvious.
"I mean, it's nothing against – but I can't – it makes it into…" He paused. "It gets my hopes up."
Kurt stood, head cocked. "What?"
Blaine turned around, growling a bit. Kurt would have giggled had the situation not been so ludicrous. "I can't sing a love song with you and have you – hear you say that kind of thing and not – I mean…"
Kurt stepped closer, pretty damn sure he knew what Blaine was saying but wanting to be positive. "You mean…"
Blaine sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. "I love you." He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the worst.
As a result, he missed the grin on Kurt's face.
"Well, then I guess it's good that I love you, too. Otherwise, this would have been pretty awkward." Somehow, coherent words were coming out. Somehow.
Blaine looked up, his mouth open a bit. "Seriou-"
Kurt closed the distance between them and cut him off, dipping his head to kiss Blaine. He smiled against him and Blaine put his arms around Kurt's waist, holding him impossibly close.
Kurt put a hand into Blaine's hair, making a mental note to steal all of the hair gel. His hair was so soft and curly and wonderful.
And Kurt licked along Blaine's bottom lip and they were really kissing now, Kurt's breath coming faster. He gave a little moan, and Blaine pulled away.
"Hey, no, not fair." Kurt reached toward him. "Come on. I love you, you love me. Don't stop the kissing."
Blaine smiled and pulled them to the bed. "Talking first."
Kurt rolled his eyes but nodded, turning to face Blaine. "Go ahead, then. Talk."
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Next chapter should be up… by the Superbowl episode, let's say.
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