I have a facination with the "mental" that goes on between and behind the scenes. "Candles" from Kurts POV

I don't own Glee or the song, If I did own Glee we would have seen Blaine in at least one scene with out Kurt

As the candles went out

Kurt heard the Warblers begin the intro harmonies to "Candles" and briefly shut his eyes, closing out the lights, the audience, really everything but the song. The song, and Blaine. It was odd singing a breakup song with his new boyfriend, but he knew that they both heard so much more to the words and what it meant in their situation.

The power lines went out

and I am all alone

don't really care at all

not answering my phone

There had been too many nights, curled up alone in his bed, trying to convince himself that he didn't care, that watching his friends hold hands in Glee when he had been at McKinley didn't hurt. Too many nights dreaming of someone who would come and sweep him off his feet. Too many nights dreaming of a certain hazel eyed, curly haired tenor than he cared to remember. Too many night praying that he wouldn't always be alone.

All the games you played

The promises you made

couldn't finish what you started

only darkeness still remains

He could feel Blaine's eyes connect to his like magic. We did play too many games, too many opportunities that we both passed by, it had almost been too much. He had given up on there ever being anything more than friendship there, no matter how much it hurt.

Lost sight,

Couldn't see

when it was you and me

The two of them, voices blending together on the last line was so perfect. Neither one of them could really see that there was an us. Nothing could possibly be more clear now tho. All the months they spent dancinng around each other, and yet becoming the best of friends had meant that after the intial embarrassment, there was no awkwardness. No fumbling around what the other was thinking, it was two best friends who had the fortune to become more.

Blow the candles out

Looks like a solo tonight

I'm beginning to see the light

Blow the candles out

looks like a solo tonight

but I think I'll be all right

One day you will wake up

with nothing but your sorrys

and someday, you will get back

everything you gave me

It was like the looks in their eyes were all they needed. All the I'm sorrys, all the I want you to see me, all the I'm yours, were right there in that one look. Everything that Kurt had given freely, held fast to, had been returned in one sweet awkward kiss.

Blow the candles out

Looks like a solo tonight

But I think I'll be all right.

The two of them were going to be more than alright.