Spoilers: The final...Seriously

A/N: Word Vomit Fluffy Fic. I was meant to do science today. Instead I got a little bit crazy over that scene in the final. As such...

Spoilers: THE FINAL...Last Warning.

Thanks to the beta who dived on this and had it fixed and better and all that as fast as I wrote it. Which is to say: fast. Well done her.

So it is just a fluffy look at the whole thing from Kurt's perspective and then the lovely scene with Blaine because...it turned my brain to mush and I wrote stuff. This is me still being incoherent. Completely Klaine centric.

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Kurt has been dreaming about hearing Blaine say "I love you" since, well… Teenage Dream. He's a hopeless sappy romantic and in every single one of his favorite movies those words are uttered somewhere near the end of the two hours of film.

When Blaine chases after Jeremiah, Kurt revises his estimates. Remembers he'd never expected "I love you" before he escaped this stupid Midwestern town and made a name for himself and met someone.

When Blaine kisses Rachel, Kurt decides he doesn't even really want to hear Blaine say any such nonsense to him because he's obviously a boy who doesn't know his own heart and is altogether a little bit of a dick.

When Blaine says his sexy faces look like gas pains, Kurt folds in on himself and, even though somehow Blaine has crept back into his good graces, he finds himself relinquishing his hold on the fantasy of Blaine whispering "I love you" under a full moon or while they slow dance or as they embrace after a lengthy separation.

Then Blaine tells Kurt that he "moves him" and they kiss and a few minutes later they're boyfriends. And Blaine's being a little incoherent and stuttery and Kurt's not used to that and wonders if maybe it could be because of him.

That night, Kurt imagines a future with Blaine all while chastising himself that he's being a silly teenager and he should wait a little before planning a wedding. But Kurt is Kurt and he doesn't and 24 hours later he's got pretty much everything planned out in his mind—the suits, the cake, the flowers. He still tells himself he's being preemptive and stupid and Blaine chased Jeremiah and Rachel and this might not be the same for him.

Weeks pass and they make out far too often. They get caught by Finn, Burt, Carole twice, Mercedes via Skype and Rachel via barging in to the auditorium even though Kurt has it booked. It's magical—not the being caught, the rest—and everything he wanted but when he falls asleep at night, after he's stopped thinking about Blaine's skin and eyes and the dip in his back and occasionally letting his mind wander and his hands follow, every night, Kurt wonders if Blaine will ever say "I love you".

And then prom and Blaine's horror story and he tells Kurt "I'm crazy about you" and goes to prom even though he has every reason not to. And maybe that was better than the movie scene Kurt imagined himself in. Because despite there being every reason to be terrified, his boyfriend slow danced with him in front of the whole junior class and they're crazy about each other.

Then it's getting ready for Nationals and Kurt's life is turned upside down and all the people around him—his friends—are in shambles and he's just blissfully flowing through and he wonders if that's because of Blaine. Wonders if Blaine's become the cliché rock in his life, a constant. He kind of is. They've talked and half-jokingly (kind of not jokingly) planned out a few years into their future. Kurt talks about New York City and Blaine says things about travel and apartments and Kurt just nods his head and hums his agreement because he can see it too.

Even though they're young and it's silly and unreasonable to think it because they've never gotten past something equivalent to second base and are still learning about each other. And no one's said "I love you".

Then there's Nationals. It's a quick kiss goodbye on the porch and apprehension in Blaine's eyes and Kurt has no idea why but then they're apart and there is too much going on for Kurt to really care. He calls Blaine at night if he can keep his eyes open long enough but it's short and sweet and that's all.

Still, his friends around him, spinning out of control, crashing and burning and reigniting and Kurt just walking steadily through them. He doesn't know when he became old and wise but he feels it. Even after cheekily breaking in to a theatre and grinning and tripping and feeling like an idiot, he feels like the grown up. He sings with Rachel and knows exactly what he's choose between love and career and smiles to himself because his and Blaine have had that conversation and it was a little awkward but ended with smiles and blushes and then kissing.

But Nationals is a bust and he kind of saw that coming when they didn't start writing the songs until 48 hours beforehand and then the whole Rachel-Quinn-Finn thing just kind of explodes on the stage but he was there, with friends, being himself and feeling so, so confident and he knows that's Blaine.

And then he's home, hugging his dad and then Carole and disappearing while they try to console Finn who is taking it so much harder than him. He texts Blaine as he struggles to keep his eyes open against the pillow and organizes coffee for early the next day.

They meet and hug and Blaine gets the table while Kurt gets their coffees and then Blaine sits by while Kurt just rambles. Days of being apart and Kurt feels like Blaine should have been there, should always be there, so he recounts every detail, every up and down and Blaine only voices a comment when he can't help himself. Halfway through Kurt realizes his coffee is getting cold and he's babbling uselessly and he pauses and stares and wonders if Blaine is staring back for his benefit.

But his chin is perched on his hand and his lips are quirked up, his brow furrowed as he wonders why Kurt's stopped and Kurt knows he's happy because the right side of his mouth is quirked slightly higher than the left and that's always so telling. Kurt doesn't even remember noticing that. So he plunges back in, tells of the drama and the performances and everything he saw and heard and did and laughs with Blaine at the tale. Grasps his boyfriend's hand on the table and it's unspoken but so loud—one day we'll go to New York and do it all.

Lets his hand go, though Blaine's lingers, touching at air, and dives into the finale, the result, the utter devastation that doesn't feel so upsetting here in Ohio, where he's got Blaine hanging off his every word. Blaine knows the result but the story's enthralling, the recount of Santana trying to kill Rachel in their cramped hotel room, the plane trip home and then Blaine points out the obvious—the grin on Kurt's face and Kurt wants to say that it's because he's come home to Blaine but thinks it's too cliché and remembers how happy he's been for the last few months, how amazing New York had been, how everything had felt so right and did so often now.

Blaine tilts his head and it's a tilt of endearment and Kurt knows that, revels in it and remembers breakfast at Tiffany's with Rachel and lines it up as his next story.

"I love you."

And Kurt has to swallow the lukewarm coffee he has in his mouth and stare and process because he'd stopped thinking about Blaine saying "I love you" and now, of course, he has and it's not like Blaine at all. It's not sung with backup dancers in an expensive building and in front of crowd. It's said on a whim, in the midst of a slow blink and a small shrug and—did it really just happen?

Did Kurt Hummel—a year ago afraid and alone and dreaming of being thirty and surrounded by different people—just hear the boy of his dreams say "I love you"? And not because of some grand gesture but just because… because of a whim?

No, not a whim. It's not off the cuff, even though it also is and Blaine isn't waiting. In all his fantasies, Kurt always, always, says it back because Blaine's looking at him expectantly but now, in reality not fantasy, Blaine just looks content and happy and it's a lazy kind of smile, not desperate, but perfectly in love and of course Kurt says it back. Of course.

"I love you, too." It sounds off the cuff, if a little breathless, and in the echoes of the Lima Bean he knows they'll say it again, a thousand times, wants to share that thought with Blaine but normally wouldn't but, damn, they've talked college and apartments and are in love. Blaine loves him, Says it like it's a comment on the weather and that's better than anything he ever saw in a movie because it's just true. A fact.

The thousand ways he could say it, he can only wonder. Wants to start finding out right now. Wants to say "thank you" and "yes" and… something more, but what is there after "I love you" uttered in a coffee shop at 9am?

And, of course, they're interrupted and now Blaine almost chokes on his coffee and Kurt wonders where his mind was, must remember to ask, and then Mercedes and Sam are there, grinning and chatting and a playful touch from Mercedes is just enough to make Kurt suspect something—stores that away for interrogation purposes later.

Then Blaine's turning back to him, rambling about audition songs and sheet music and there's shyness there, just a touch, and Kurt wonders if he's changed the topic on purpose, wonders if it's because they had an audience and this is intensely private or whether it's because he feels the electricity of it and doesn't know what to do with it.

Kurt lets him ramble a few minutes, nodding agreement and then pulling a face at an utterly horrible option and promises to change his mind. He still has half a cold coffee in front of him but Blaine's is empty. He stands, answering Blaine's arched eyebrow with his own and offers a hand. When Blaine takes it he moves quickly, pulling him towards the door, determined, direct, even though Kurt has no idea where they're going, just wants to go and be together.

They end up in Blaine's car, lips pressed with hardly a thought spared for any potential voyeurs. When Blaine's tongue slips over his, a groan reverberating from the skin of Blaine's throat into Kurt's hand, Kurt has to pull back because he's waited so long and wants to be sure he didn't dream it.

"You love me," he mumbles against his boyfriend's lips.

Blaine's lips curve up in response and if Kurt would open his eyes and move back and look he'd see a blush because Blaine hadn't meant to say it, had been saving those words for a special occasion and was surprised when they'd slipped out over coffee. Nonetheless, Blaine hums in the affirmative over Kurt's lips, noses bumping, lips skimming.

Then Kurt kisses him again, hands in the back of his hair where he's learned it's still soft curls and then he pulls back, just for a second with eyes wide and murmurs, "Wow," and Blaine just wants to tell him again.

I am still so happy about how those 'I love yous' were handled. I mean, Blaine...just...Blaine. Oh...and Kurt. Also Kurt.

Reviews would be lovely but I understand if you can't type. I don't know how I'm managing. Hee!