Miss Independent – Kelly Clarkson

Blaine had been really pissing me off lately, yet, he's done nothing wrong. In fact, he's doing everything right.

But that's just the problem.

He's doing EVERYTHING right.

The other day, I dropped my pen, and he picked it up.
I slipped outside, he caught me before I even had the time to trip over my own feet and fall.

Now you're thinking: Kurt. What the hell, that stuff is what dreams are made of!
I wasn't finished.

He agrees with me in every argument.
He loves everything I do.

He just… I don't know if I can explain this.

He's too perfect.

"Hey, Kurt! You ready to go?"
I sighed. "Yep!"

We walked towards his car in the parking lot, going out for a dinner date.
We'd already been together for 3 months, but Blaine likes to go out at least once or twice a month. How old fashioned. How perfect. How completely, irrevocably perfect.

We almost got to the car, and I was about to put my books in the trunk, when all of a sudden all I could see was the sky, and then Blaine's face.

"Geez! Did you trade in your right foot for another left one or somethin'? That's the second time in twenty four hourse."

I got up, brushed myself off, put my books in the trunk and slammed it shut.

"Woah, are you okay? Are you hurt?" he reached to touch my face and I swatted it away, not thinking. God, how was I going to say this?

Blaine looked completely hurt. I rubbed my temples and paced a little.

"Kurt… I…"

"Wait."

If I was gonna do this, I had to do it properly.

I looked at him to open up the trunk again, and he did, confused as hell.

I grabbed my iPhone, looked up the karaoke track, and went for it.
When there wasn't a simple way to say things, you had to sing them. Right?

Miss Independent
Miss Self-sufficient
Miss Keep-your-distance

Blaine leaned against the back of the car, as I sang my heart out. He looked a little annoyed.

Miss On-her-own
Miss Almost-grown
Miss Never-let-a-man-help-her-off-her-throne

I went to sing the next part of the verse, but surprisingly, he beat me to it.
He got up from the car, and he was… He was angry. It was so…

Unperfect.

So, by keeping her heart protected
She'd never ever feel rejected
Little Miss Apprehensive
I said ooh, she fell in love

*Click*

Blaine stopped the music, and started to walk away. He was pissed. He was seriously pissed, and I had done it. He started to get into the car, when I grabbed him by the hand, and continued the song. Slower, because he was right. I did fall in love with him. Even if I didn't like him sometimes, I loved him.

What is this feeling taking over?
Thinking no one could openthe door

Blaine turned around to face me, looking me in the eyes.

Surprise! It's time to feel what's real

What happened to Miss Independent?
No longer need to be defensive
Goodbye, old you, when love is true.

The song ended, he feeling confused, and I a little guilty: but being Warblers, we had gotten an audience, and they clapped and dispersed, returning to their Thursday night activities.

"Um…" I didn't know what to say at all.

I got mad at him because he was perfect. I mean, it's great that he's perfect and all, but I think his imperfections are perfect. I need to stand on my own two feet sometimes.

Blaine sat down on the nearby curb, and I joined him. Both of us sighing in frustration.

"I just, sometimes I wish I could be your knight in shining armour."

Blaine looked at me, bewildered.

"What?"

I blushed a little and looked down.

"You're always helping me, with everything. And I appreciate it. I really do, but, for one I'm not a child, and I do need to stand on my own…"

He looked down, upset. I grabbed his chin gently.

"And for two, I'd really like to spoil you sometimes. You deserve it, so much Blaine. I just want to be perfect for you, just like you are for me."

"I don't feel so perfect right now…"

"Blaine. You don't have to be perfect. I like you just the way you are."

He smiled a little and looked me in the eyes. Nothing can keep me from kissing him when I see that warm pool of hazel. I gave him a romantic kiss, got up and held out my hand to him.

"Dinner, my darling?"

Blaine took my hand, and went to get into the driver's seat.

"Nu uh, hubby! Remember? I'm your knight tonight."

Blaine laughed, and kissed me on the forehead.

"I love you."

We both got in the car, and after a moment of awkward silence, Blaine chuckled.

"What?"

"I was just thinking of the prince in Rapunzel." Then, in a high, super gay tone, dancing around in his seat, Blaine said: "Rapunzel, rapunzel! Let down your hair!"

We burst into laughter, almost crying, gasping for air.

"You're perfect."