A/N: This is my first fic so please be nice, thanks.
P.S. I don't own anything
Writing in italics are Kurt's thoughts.
Kurt sat down decorating the casket.
Blaine walks in.
Oh, here comes Blaine!
"What's that?" Blaine asks.
"I'm decorating Pavarotti's casket" Kurt sighed.
"Well finish up. I have the perfect song for our number and I think we should practice." Blaine says, rather nervously.
Why is he so nervous? Is it not a song I'll be good at?
"Do tell." Kurt says, smiling.
"Candles, by Hey Monday."
I like that song but it's not very Blaine, but he'll be good at any song.
"I'm impressed", says Kurt, "You're usually so Top 40."
"Well I just wanted something more emotional."
Emotional? Is he trying to tell me something? Does he like me?
"Why did you pick me to sing that song with?" Kurt asked, shyly.
He hesitated is that good or bad? Oh I'm so bad at this. Baby penguin I tell you!
"Kurt, there is a moment when you say to yourself 'Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever.'"
Please let him be talking about me! I seriously don't want a repeat of Valentines day.
"Watching you do Blackbird this week, that was a moment for me, about you."
Ohmygosh. He likes me. He-he, no Kurt keep yourself calm.
You move me, Kurt. And this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you."
Calm, calm, calm. Oh hes leaning in, he's going to kiss me!
They kiss.
Everything I ever imagined. Take that baby penguin sex appeal!
Flustered, Blaine says," We should- we should practice."
"I thought we were." Kurt says smiling.
They kiss again.
Blaine.