A/N: This is the first Klaine fic I've written. I just really wanted to write something relating to all the Klaine we got in Original Songs, so this, my lovely readers, is what happened when that evil keyboard cut us off. Hope you like.3 Hopefully I'll be writing more Klaine fics after this.
"We should…we should practice."
"I thought we were."
Blaine didn't need to be told twice, and before he could give it anymore thought, he was on his feet again, his lips pressed against Kurt's as his hand moved to rest on the boy's waist. If he thought kissing Rachel had felt good, then there were no words to describe how it felt to kiss Kurt Hummel.
He leaned into the hand Kurt had placed on his face, reveling in the gentle touch of the boy's hand against his cheek as his heart soared with happiness. How had he not seen how beautiful, and amazing, and perfect Kurt was when he had been right in front of him this whole time? He brought a hand around to rest on the back of Kurt's head, his fingers running though the soft hair as he tasted Kurt's tongue slipping between his lips and meeting his own.
In one swift movement, Blaine moved the chair to the side and sat himself in Kurt's lap, straddling him as he moved a hand up to cup the side of Kurt's face. His head was spinning and his heart was racing, and everything just felt right. It was perfect. Kurt was perfect. They were perfect. Why hadn't he done this sooner?
He took Kurt's bottom lip between his and sucked lightly, drawing a quiet whimper out of Kurt as he pulled back completely, their eyes meeting for a brief second before they crushed their lips together again.
Blaine really wasn't aware of anything going on around them. For all he knew, all the Warblers were behind them, watching everything. All he cared about was the way his lips felt against Kurt's, and the fact that Kurt was his, and he was Kurt's, and everything was just falling into place.
And then Kurt moaned into his mouth, and Blaine swore that he'd never heard anything more beautiful.
He pulled back from the kiss with a reluctant whimper and rested his forehead against Kurt's, his breath short and ragged as he gazed lovingly into Kurt's eyes. He brought both hands up to cup Kurt's sweet face, smiling sweetly at him before softly kissing him on his soft, pink lips, then his cheeks, his forehead, the tip of his nose, then his lips again.
Four months ago he could have had this. Four months he spent getting coffee with Kurt, talking with Kurt, laughing with Kurt, singing with Kurt, and he had never realized that they could have this; this perfection relationship. And he didn't even care about what happened at Regionals anymore. He would be singing a duet on stage with Kurt and, win or lose, he'd still have Kurt afterward.
And that was worth more than any lousy trophy.