I Thought You'd Never Ask – Eventual Future Fic!

Welcome one and all! This is my first published Klaine fic but I have had a few in works for a while. I hope you like it and if not...soorrwwy. Anyways the first few chapters will be a flashback to Kurt and Blaine's early relationship at Dalton and so forth and it does not follow the Glee story line after one particular event but I assure you Klaine will make a future appearance in later chapters..hehe maybe only time will tell.:)

Disclaimer = I own nothing below except the story idea

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Chapter 1 – Missed opportunity

(BPOV)

I stood outside the common room and absent-mindedly fixed my tie and blazer and tried to calm my steadily increasing pulse and breathing. I was going to do this...I was going to walk in that room and tell Kurt Hummel that I wanted to be with him...be his boyfriend...if he'd have me.

I had always known that Kurt was important to me...hell everyone here at Dalton knew Kurt was my best friend and they probably all knew that I liked him more than the average best friend before I did.

I reasoned with myself that I was his mentor, and just his friend for months now; and when I saw and heard him perform Blackbird a few days ago it was as if I heard the audible click in my brain that told me...I think I may love Kurt. He was so vulnerable yet strong, delicate yet powerfully beautiful and even though I had done some really stupid shit that would've have made any other man stop caring about me...he remained a constant; even when he told me he had feelings for me and that I basically broke his heart.

I wanted that heart for my own...I wanted to care for it, make it whole and I just had to suck it up and walk into that room and tell him. I just had to stop arguing with my inner self in the hallway and grow a pair. Come on Blaine, this is Kurt...just breathe

Inhaling deeply I turned the corner to see this breathtakingly handsome boy focusing intently on the crafts in front of him. Alright here goes...

"Hey, What's that?"

"I'm decorating Pavarotti's casket." He didn't even look up at me...ok try again.

"Well finish up...I have the perfect number for us and I think we should practice." This got his attention, he looked up at me quizzically as he raised his eyebrows and the hint of a smile. He really was beautiful. "Do Tell."

"Candles...By Hey Monday." I knew this would spark his interest, I wasn't exactly known for my obscure song choices...I was more of a current pop type of guy.

"I'm impressed, you're usually so Top 40." Thwap...wow he even thought I was predictable.

"Yeah well I wanted something that was a little more emotional." I sat down; this was harder than I thought now that I had the complete attention of those gorgeous blue/grey eyes. Just when I thought he'd say something he looked back at his crafts shyly before returning his new determined gaze towards me asking, "Why did you pick me to do that song with?"

He was enquiring why I wanted to sing with him? Why I had all but TOLD the Warblers that I was doing this duet with Kurt? I mean have you heard him? I let out an exasperated breath and continued, "Kurt...there is a moment when you say to yourself... 'Oh there you are'...I've been looking for you forever..." I shifted towards him in my chair and went to reach for his hand but I couldn't do it. It stayed it my lap...my courage depleting as I tried to meet his gaze again.

"You..." I choked and his eyebrows scrunched together looking completely confused as to where I was going with this.

"Blaine?...what are you trying to say here?"

"Kurt...your voice moves me...you move me..." Come on Blaine!

But I was losing this battle with myself...I couldn't tell him...I couldn't take the rejection...he didn't love me...not anymore...I was just his friend.

"Kurt...you're so talented..and I wanted to perform with you...and doing this duet would just be an opportunity to spend more time with you...with my best friend."

Kurt just sat there and looked at me fondly...but he looked a little sullen at the same time and I couldn't quite place it but it passed, almost like he was shaking something off and he smiled at me placing his hand on my shoulder and little did he know but I melted into his touch.

"Aww that's sweet Blaine...thank you for wanting to sing with me...it'll be great I promise. And ..."

"And?" I said hopefully. Maybe just maybe Kurt was going to tell me he still liked me...maybe he could say what I was too chicken shit to say,

"And you know that you're my best friend too right?"

I released the breath I was holding and gave my best half smile.

"Duh? I guess you didn't get the memo about spending all our free time together means we're friends huh?" He laughed right along with me at that.

"You dork!" He swatted my arm and I tried to work through my disappointment whilst not trying to convey it.

"We should...we should practice." I said with little emotion but still trying to not alarm Kurt to the disappointment I had with myself.

He stood up, leaving his project on the table, and offered me his hand, "I thought you'd never ask."

I took the hand happily and we strolled out of there and made out way out to go rehearse our song.

(KPOV)

We had lost Regionals. Blaine's and my duet had sounded great but there wasn't the usual amount of emotion that the tenor usually sang with. Every time we sang it it was great but something felt off. I had confronted him about it on numerous occasions during our rehearsals but he never budged and just shrugged it off with a smile and said he was probably just tired or distracted.

We had laughed it off usually because Blaine would just resort to tickling me, making stupid faces to get me to laugh or suggest we boycott rehearsing and get coffee. He seemed off and I didn't notice it fully until we were in the middle of Candles, on stage in front of a huge audience when he looked at me while I was singing and his eyes teared, ever so slightly. Why was he so upset?

It had only lasted a moment but I couldn't figure out why, and now that the competition was over, and I stood over Pavarotti's burial site, alone, holding a rose I brought for my dearly departed friend, I started to cry.

I wasn't sure if it was because of Pavarotti, the loss at regionals or the look in Blaine's eye. Oh, Blaine...why did he look so hurt recently..and why wouldn't he tell me what was going on?

I thought he was my best friend, even if I still wished with all my soul that we could be more, he always told me everything.

I had to stop fantasizing that we could be together, that we would ever cross the bf border...Blaine was my friend nothing more. I wanted him to stand beside me right now and hold my hand as I said goodbye to my feathery friend. I was on my own though; Blaine wasn't here right now and I just had to get used to the fact that we would be apart eventually...we we're still friends but...no friendship lasts forever right? I placed the rose on the small grave before me and stuck my hands into my pockets and walked back to the main building, crying softly about things that happened and things that would never be.

One and half years later...(BPOV)

"Congratulations Dalton Academy graduates Class of 2012!"

We all threw our caps up in the air to rapturous applause from the friends and family that gathered to celebrate our graduation from high school. I stood there beaming, and hugged my fellow grads and friends. It was surreal as we all scattered in different directions, all of us trying to find our families to celebrate more.

I scanned the crowd and noticed a little group near the back of the hall, the eclectic bunch waving in my general direction. There stood my mother, surprisingly not my father...he was never around...Wes, David (they both graduated last year) Kurt, Racheal, Finn and Mercedes.

My mom enveloped me in a huge hug, "I'm so proud of you honey...honours, valedictorian...I'm so proud."

As our hug broke I looked over at my friends who all gave me congratulatory hugs and hand shakes until my eyes fell on Kurt whom of course was dressed formally for the occasion. Oh Kurt...how I love your individuality. A turn of the century steampunk inspired vest and dress shirt complete with bow tie and pocket watch. He looked great but...

Kurt looked upset, like he had been crying but wouldn't meet my gaze, "Kurt?" He all but lunged at me and threw his arms around me surprising me with a very long and emotional hug...bringing one hand up into my hair and held me tightly.

"Blaine..." he sighed and it sounded so sad and shaky, I knew he was crying, "Congratulations"

As he hugged me the events of the last year or so flashed through my mind...

I had never admitted to Kurt how I felt, but we had remained best friends even when he transferred back to McKinley. I really didn't want him to go, I was still harbouring feelings for him that had never been resolved; mostly because of fear. But I wanted him to be happy and be with his family again...New Directions.

Dalton, on the other hand, was a great place for me and I had the comfort and support of Wes and David and it really sucked when they graduated last summer but I still had Nick, Thad and even some of the non Warblers and I had become good friends.

Kurt and I still met for coffee every morning because it really was 'our thing', and I even came to New York with him and the New directions to show my support last year.

Things were good with Kurt even if they weren't what I wanted. That was until I had decided to not go to college in Ohio this fall but move permanently to New York and take the year off to try my hand at getting a job in the music industry. I know it was a long shot but I couldn't let my feelings for Kurt keep me somewhere I wasn't happy. I needed to try and move on.

Kurt and I had argued over this decision, he called me an idiot for thinking that it would be a 'piece of cake' to just waltz into the Big Apple with a dream and a smile and get somewhere. We had fought over this relentlessly until I uttered the words that broke his heart and mine for good, "It's not like I have anything to keep me here."

Kurt had stormed off at that in tears and before I could mutter my apologies I realized this was my chance. I wanted to get over him; I gave myself a loop hole...even if it tore at my heart to do it.

So I was moving to New York but I was losing Kurt more and more each day.

As the hug relaxed and he pulled away I suggested we go for a walk. He only nodded and after telling our friends and family that we'd be back they just nodded and we sauntered with linked arms outside towards Dalton's extensive grounds.

We walked in silence on what was a beautiful summer's day arm in arm, both of us stealing glances at one another that neither of us noticed.

"Kurt..." I looked over at him and he was staring very intently at his shoes avoiding my stare, "why were you crying just now?"

He sniffled and I could see he was tearing again. I stopped under what I now noticed to be the tree where Kurt said he buried Pav last year, I still regretted not being there for him at Pav's little funeral but I wanted to give him his space...it wasn't like he needed me for everything.

"Kurt?" I released his arm and turned to face him, "That was good-bye wasn't it?"

He finally raised his head very slowly and took a chance peak at my eyes before diverting it back to the ground, "Blaine...we've been growing apart now for months...we never talk anymore. And with you moving in a few weeks..." he had trailed off and I felt my heart die...how could I still have broken his heart?

"You have to move on with your life...and I guess so do I. I still have one more year left at McKinley and you'll be in another state literally chasing your dream...we're still friends but...we'll each have our own lives...I-I guess it was a g-good-bye"

I hugged him letting my own tears fall knowing that I was basically not going to see my best friend for a long time...if he ever wanted to see me again that is. I tried to rationalize that our friendship had never been normal and that recently yeah he was right, our friendship had suffered and now I was leaving...maybe it was good thing for both of us.

The day I left was hard. I had my stuff packed and it was crammed into the back of the small truck I had rented and everyone had come to see me off...that is of course everyone but my father. Shocking.

Over the past few weeks Kurt and I had barely spoken and it was as if he was avoiding me; saying things like' lets not try and make this harder'...he may have been right but I still didn't like it.

As I said goodbye to everyone with hugs and promises to call and e-mail when I got settled I started to tear...wishing nothing more than to see Kurt and have him hug me and tell me everything was going to be alright, but alas he wasn't there. So it was with a very heavy heart, that I came to realize I all but broke on my own, that I got in my car and drove out of Westerville for what I thought was the last time.

Hours later I pulled into a stop to get some food and stretch my legs when I noticed I had received a text message. I smiled at first...

from: Kurt

to: Blaine

I couldn't bring myself to be there today when you left because didn't think I could bare watching you leave. Everything will be alright though...you'll do great there and i wish you the best. Try not to be a stranger and know that I will never truly say good-bye to you. xo

I read it over so many times and I couldn't help to think it made things worse for my already dying heart...would I ever get over someone that I never truly had?

Awwww poor Blaine. Well to be honest he did have numerous chances. Anyway this was just the set up; the actual story starts in the next chapters when you're brought up to speed on where they are now. Review if you like and yes to those who read 'The Odd Couple' I'm writing that one now too again. Lol

P.S- In the middle of KPOV there's a mystery line break that shouldn't be there but I apparently put it there subconsciously, the autocorrect fairies are messing with me...aka...ignore it.

Ta!