I couldn't figure out why I had a pocket full of band-aids, but I had probably just forgotten to empty it after our last rehearsal. During our more upbeat numbers, Blaine tends to climb on the furniture while singing. I wanted to be prepared for him falling and getting a rug burn.
This will be no ordinary rehearsal. Although we are meeting in the rehearsal hall of the Warblers, Blaine and I are practicing a duet today. However, except for the chirps of the birds outside, all I hear is quiet. I peek at my rhinestone-studded watch to discover that it's 1:59. Blaine likes to make a big entrance, but he is seldom late. While I wait through that excruciating minute more, I pull a folder out of my Prada messenger bag and work through a calculus problem. As the old grandfather clock strikes two, big wooden doors explode in front of me. In a flurry of papers, I see Blaine, looking as dapper as ever, throwing my homework across the room. Blaine likes to make a big entrance.
With one swift motion, he grabs my hand, pulls me out of my chair, and spins me around. My heart starts fluttering. A smile plays on the corners of Blaine's lips as he pulls sheet music out of his navy blue jacket. He hands it to me and prances across the room to a grand piano. No words have left his mouth, yet my legs have already turned to jelly.
He lifts one triangular eyebrow, advising me to join him at the piano. Shaking, I make my way over and sit next to him on the bench.
"You look like you have gas pains or something," he said with a smirk. I quickly turned away. "Don't," he said, fingers skittering across the ivory keys. "I think it's adorable."
As he began playing, familiar chords drifted to my ears. My eyes well up as he starts singing: "I've been alone, surrounded by darkness. I've seen how heartless the world can be... Baby, you're not alone, 'cause you're here with me! And nothing's ever gonna bring us down..."
On so many levels, this is the perfect song for us. At my old school, I had been bullied physically and emotionally, and Blaine was the knight in blue armor with red piping to my damsel in distress. He gave me love, courage, and advice for dealing with the bullying. As soon as I transferred to Blaine's school, I was finally accepted.
Blaine and I harmonize as the song ends: "It don't matter what'll come to be, our love is all we need to make it through..."
He leans in and presses his lips to mine, and everything feels perfect. I, Kurt Hummel, am in love.