Klaine apocalypse? Let's take over the world.
Blaine hadn't been told that the Old Directions were returning. The first he knew of it was when he saw Kurt standing at the other end of the corridor, an apprehensive smile on his lips as he surveyed his surroundings. Blaine was so caught up in Kurt's scarf, the way his hair fell over those blue eyes, the jeans which hugged his thighs just so, that he almost didn't see Mike and Mercedes. But then he did. And then Kurt saw him. And then Kurt's smile brightened.
Blaine wanted to let out a squeal of delight and throw himself down the corridor, catch Kurt in a tight embrace and whisper "I've missed you so much" in his ear.
But he couldn't. It wasn't his place to anymore. So instead he just raised his arm in a brief wave before letting Tina drag him off.
Blaine was thankful when Glee club came around. He'd had to put up with Tina ranting about how it wasn't fair for Mike to return without any warning and make school uncomfortable for her and that he really ought to have called so that she could have prepared herself. Blaine had tried to be sympathetic, but after a while found himself drifting and dreaming about Kurt, wondering why they'd returned and if Mr Schue had asked them back and if he was still with Adam and how NYADA was doing and... He had received many bruises on his arm.
He walked into the choir room and almost stopped walking. Tina walked into his back and had to step around him. She groaned when she saw Mike sitting in the chair which she usually took, and sat on the opposite side of the room. Blaine had to find movement for his feet again.
"Hi."
Kurt looked up as he heard his ex-boyfriend's voice. "Hey," he smiled. "How are you doing?"
"All the better for seeing you," Blaine flirted.
Kurt smirked and blushed. He stood from his chair and stepped forwards, closing the gap between them and throwing his arms around his ex. Blaine hugged back just as eagerly, revelling in the whoops and wolf whistles that he felt Kurt blushing at. They pulled apart.
"How come you're back, anyway?"
Before Kurt had time to reply, Mr Schue walked in and clapped his hands. He apologised when everyone winced; they hadn't recovered from the shooting yet, especially as none of them had been convinced that it really had been Sue who'd fired the gun. Blaine took a seat on the front row, next to Tina, and Kurt returned to his chair. They shared a shy glance before turning their attention to their teacher.
"So, I'm sure many of you will recognise the familiar faces we have with us today. So, no, you're not hallucinating. All the way from post-Lima education, we have Mike, Mercedes and Kurt. Treat them nicely. For those of you not familiar with them; yes, they are Nationals champions. For those of you who are; yes, I asked them here.
"Regionals are fast approaching. We only just managed to get through because of the Warblers' disqualification, and thank you again to Sam and Blaine for that. But that means we need to work hard to secure our place at..." He paused dramatically, taking a chance to look every singer in the eye. "Nationals!"
A collective cheer rang out, and Blaine couldn't help but glance back at Kurt. He had a broad smile on his face and he looked beautiful. He always did.
"Our graduates are here to show you what it is like to return from Nationals as champions. Those of you who went there with us last year, tap into that spirit. Remember what it felt like and that is what you're aiming for. But for you others, I want you to watch these guys, and be just as good as them. Learn from them; that's why they're here."
Once Mr Schuester's pep talk was over, Mike had got up to sing. His dancing had improved even since Blaine had seen him, and it wasn't long before the whole class was up and dancing with him. Even Tina had joined in, although tried to stay as far from Mike as she could, ignoring his advances and the lyrics he was throwing her way.
Blaine had danced by himself before he felt hands on his hips and breath on his neck. And that was how he ended up where he was now: sitting at a table in the Lima Bean, having coffee with Kurt like they'd done when they were younger. The employee was sipping his mocha (grande, non-fat; some things never change). The ex-Warbler opposite him was trying hard not to break into a smile every time he so much as caught the other man's eye.
"So how is NYADA?"
Kurt took a sip of coffee, swallowing it thoughtfully before answering. "Good," he said eventually. "The classes are challenging, but for once I don't feel like I'm being judged all the time, and if they are then they're judging me for beating Rachel at Midnight Madness, and thus have some sort of crazy worshipping thing over me or something. Which I could get used to."
Blaine smiled. He loved seeing his exboyfriend so animated and passionate. "And Adam?" The name caught in his throat, but he had to know.
Kurt pulled a face. "We're not really together any more," he admitted. "Ehh, I don't know. He was sweet and all, but... Well."
Blaine's interest had peaked. "Well?"
For the first time, Kurt dropped his gaze from Blaine's face. "He's not you," he admitted.
Blaine heart dropped to his feet, bounced back up again and hovered somewhere above his head. Could this mean... "You know what you said? At Valentine's Day?" Blaine needed to take a chance.
Kurt frowned but nodded. "About us being just friends, yeah."
Blaine chanced shifting his hands forwards to play with Kurt's fingers. Kurt moved his hands as soon as he felt the connection and entwined their fingers together. It felt like home. It felt marvellous. It gave him the courage to ask what he was about to ask. "Do you still mean that?"
Kurt froze, his eyes locked with Blaine's. He opened his mouth to speak and no words came out. He breathed out, making no sound. Suddenly the noise in the café faded to nothing and everything seemed focused on Kurt's lips, as if the whole world was waiting for the next word to emerge from his mouth.
But Blaine wasn't the whole world, and he wasn't about to wait. "I love you." He leaned over the table and captured Kurt's lips in his own. Kurt's lips, which he hadn't kissed almost two and a half months. Kurt's lips, which had been calling to him for the half an hour which they'd been sitting there. Kurt's lips, which tasted faintly of the coffee he'd been drinking.
Kurt's lips, which were now kissing back.
They melted against Blaine's, short-circuiting any thoughts which may have been floating about. He was kissing Kurt. And Kurt was kissing back. A hand caressed his cheek, making Blaine's knees weak. That was when he noticed that he was standing up. And they were in the middle of a coffee shop in Ohio. Kissing. He should pull away. He should pull away or they'd be subjected to hate. He should sit down again. He should…
He didn't. Kurt's lips were too inviting, but his tongue was even more so, and when he felt it lap at his lips, he was only too pleased to open his mouth and let it slide in. He felt a groan escape up his throat, his toes curling in pleasure. This was all that Blaine had dreamed about since… forever.
Kurt pulled back, breathing heavily and smiling broadly. His lips were slightly swollen, and he used them to kiss Blaine again quickly before pulling away with a sigh. "That was unexpected."
Blaine smiled and hid his head in his hands. Then he stopped, his eyes catching on something reflecting the light. "Is that…"
Kurt followed his gaze and saw his airplane pin. He stroked it with a steady thumb. "My plane pin? Yeah."
"You've worn that before," Blaine stated.
Kurt raised an elegant eyebrow. "Are you calling me an outfit repeater, Mr Anderson?"
Blaine scoffed. "Me? I wouldn't dare," he teased. "But I'm just wondering why you wore it. The first time I saw it was when you transferred to Dalton." Kurt's cheeks began to colour. "And the second time was when I transferred to McKinley." Kurt avoided his gaze again. "I guess I'm just wondering why… if you wore it then for… for a reason. If you're wearing it now because… because it means something. To us."
Kurt smiled softly and looked at his coffee, swirling the cup in his hand. He seemed to be considering his next words very carefully. Blaine didn't want to rush him. But his mouth look so inviting, his lips so red and swollen. He wanted to lean in and kiss them again. But he wouldn't. It wasn't his place to.
"That's two questions you've asked now. And the answer to the first one was no."
"The first one…" Blaine racked his brain to try to remember what the first question he asked was. It was before they'd kissed. What had happened before they'd kiss- oh. Oh.
"We're n-not?" Blaine stuttered.
Kurt's eyes turned puppy soft. "We're Kurt and Blaine. We can never be just friends." He slid his hand across the table and joined it in Blaine's. Blaine's insides flipped.
"So is it your turn today?"
Blaine was walking Kurt down the corridor. Their hands were joined, just as Kurt had always wished, and their arms swung freely between them. School had finished, and all that was left was Glee. Today, Kurt wore black skinnies. Very skinnies. So skinny that Blaine almost didn't notice the sequinned top. It should have been illegal to sell skinnies that skinny. But Blaine was so glad that it wasn't. His own outfit was Blaine Anderson à la receiving flowers from Kurt on the staircase after their Tony related fallout. Kurt hadn't commented on that yet.
"Yeah it is, and no I'm not telling you."
Blaine sighed loudly and dramatically. Really, he didn't mind that Kurt hadn't yet told him what he was doing in Glee club; he'd find out soon enough.
They walked through the door and everyone went quiet. They stared. And then Kurt and Blaine were deafened by cheers.
"Guys, are you finally back together?"
"Is this for realz? Or are you still only friends?"
"Blainey boo, you've got your kitty Kurt back."
"Atta boy!"
"Get some, Hummel."
Kurt found himself looking around for Puck; he was the only person who could possibly have come up with a comment like that. He saw a mini-Puck. He'd do. Kurt let himself be lead to a couple of seats which sat rather close together on the back row. As Blaine sat down, Kurt snuggled into his side. Blaine sighed. It felt so right.
"I've missed you," he murmured in Kurt's ear, cutting below the whistles still following them.
Kurt kissed his boyfriend's lips tenderly. He ignored the fresh wave of wolf whistles and murmured back, "I'm home."
Blaine felt his heart still.
"Okay, quieten down, guys. We have a- Kurt? Blaine?" Mr Schue got distracted from his train of thought as he saw the pair huddled together. "Are you two…"
Kurt turned to Blaine with a smile, and then looked back at the teacher. He nodded, and the class erupted again.
Fifteen minutes later, they finally managed to start. Mr Schue had talked more about the importance of all coming together, which had apparently been the lesson which Mike was trying to convey. "And it's just as important to showcase your best assets." Blaine stifled a giggle in Kurt's shoulder. "And practise makes perfect. I think Kurt has something prepared. It has certainly been practised, and I have seen it many a time. It also won us a football game a while back. And it's here again today. Kurt? Girls? You ready?"
Kurt stood and unwrapped himself from Blaine. For the younger boy, everything was beginning to fall into place as he watched his boyfriend (boyfriend!) talking to Tina and Brittany at the front of the class in a hushed tone. He knew what song they were going to do. And suddenly he got more excited.
"All the single ladies (All the single ladies)
All the single ladies (All the single ladies)
All the single ladies (All the single ladies)
All the single ladies
Now put your hands up"
Blaine was hooked. As the room cheered, he remained silent. His eyes had one focus and everything else didn't exist. Kurt. Kurt, his boyfriend, was doing things with his body that was making it hard to concentrate. He had missed Kurt so much. And now there he was. And he was looking right back at Blaine whilst he was dancing. And he was so hot.
"Cause if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it
If you liked it then you should've put a ring on it
Don't be mad once you see that he want it
If you liked it then you should've put a ring on it
Wuh uh oh uh uh oh oh uh oh uh uh oh
Wuh uh oh uh uh oh oh uh oh uh uh oh"
Blaine stopped breathing. The world blacked out and then came back, clearer than before. His brain was swimming but his mind was focused. Why hadn't he seen this before? Kurt had been looking at him for the entirety of the chorus. He'd been shaking his hips and looking at Blaine and… He had been singing to Blaine. Suddenly, the world seemed such a perfect place.
He hadn't even noticed the song ending. But then it did. And Blaine was on his feet, clapping with the rest and opening his arms for Kurt to run into.
"How was it?" Kurt asked, breathless.
Blaine couldn't answer. His mind was elsewhere. He needed to go shopping. Fast. The only response he could give was to take Kurt's face in his hands and kiss him deeply.
Kurt pulled away with a giggle. "That good, eh?"
"You've no idea," Blaine admitted.
"I'm meant to be meeting my dad in the auditorium. But I really want to get out of this. I'll just get changed quickly and then go there. You can head there now, if you want?"
Blaine nodded wordlessly and kissed Kurt again. He watched Kurt disappear down the corridor, waving his hips seductively. Damn.
Blaine walked quickly down the corridor to the auditorium, ripping his bowtie from his neck so that he could breathe. He stuffed it unceremoniously in his trouser pocket. This was perfect. It was as if fate had decided that he'd meet, alone, with Burt as soon as he'd watched Kurt perform Single Ladies. Maybe this was always meant to be. He pushed the door open and saw Burt on the stage.
Kurt's father looked up, smiling and throwing out a quick "hi" before turning back to the mirror he was standing in front of.
"Hey, Burt." Blaine walked down the audience, then jumped up the steps to the stage. He had no idea what the mirror was for, or what Burt was doing there. In that moment, he didn't care.
"How've you been, kiddo?"
"I've been good. You know, school has not been the same without Kurt. But now that he's back? I…" Blaine blushed. "It's great. It's great to have him back."
Burt chuckled, not taking his eyes off the mirror. "Back in school or you two back together?"
"Both," Blaine answered instantly. Now was his chance. "And watching him, in there; in the choir room; everything suddenly makes sense. It's like all the pieces of my life are aligning and they're just looking at me, waiting for me to make the last move, to fill in the final, missing puzzle piece. And that's Kurt; that's what Kurt is. Sir… I would like to ask Kurt to marry me."
Burt froze. The empty auditorium fell even more silent. As Kurt's father turned around, Blaine remembered sharing one of the best kisses of his life on the very stage they were standing on now. Just like the song.
"You want to marry my kid?" Burt asked slowly, as if trying to get his head around it. Blaine nodded, licking his lips. He was nervous. He was certain that Burt liked him. Well, fairly certain. He had, after all, invited Blaine to New York so that his and Kurt's annual Christmas tradition could continue. He'd also rung up Blaine twice a week since Kurt had gone to the Big Apple. Those phone calls had continued even after Blaine had cheated... Blaine was pretty sure that Burt liked him. But did he want him to marry Kurt? Suddenly, Blaine was indescribably nervous.
"Why now, huh?"
Blaine blinked. "I... um..." He decided that honesty was the best policy. "I think I've felt like this for a while now. Kurt is the only man I've ever been with, and I wouldn't want anyone else. I know that he is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I want to grow up with him; grow old with him. I want to walk him down the aisle and have kids with him. I want all that and I've wanted it for a long time. With Kurt. It just took me until he sang Single Ladies for me to realise that he wants it to." He backtracked. "Well, may do. I mean, I haven't asked him yet or anything. I've only just realised myself that-"
"Kiddo," Burt interjected. "You don't have to explain anything to me. I see the way you look at him. I hear the way he talks of you. And, yeah, I'm not happy with what you did. But if Kurt can forgive you then so can I. If you do it again though..."
Blaine shook his head vigorously. "Never," he promised.
Burt smiled. "I know. I have always known that you'll be my son-in-law. Kurt tends to get his way with things like this. You have my blessing."
Blaine didn't realise that he was crying until Burt embraced him, holding him close and patting his back. "Go for it, son."
Neither of them noticed Kurt coming in until he was standing on the stage beside them. "What did I miss?"
Blaine had managed to, rather convincingly, come up with some excuse as to why he and Burt had been sharing such an intimate moment. Since then, Blaine had rushed to what his iPhone told him was 'the best jewellers in Ohio'. He had found the perfect ring and it now sat in his jeans pocket, just waiting for the right moment.
I hope you all enjoy tonight's episode! I know I will :) This is, at the minute, a oneshot. If I have enough interest, I'll make it a twoshot. Review!