Blaine dropped his car keys on the Hummel's kitchen counter and draped his coat over the back of the sofa, preceding to plop down in it tiredly. Kurt delicately placed himself on the love seat, making sure his kilt was still perfectly splayed out, even after the night's festivities. He placed his crown and scepter on the center of the coffee table.

"Well." Kurt stated with finality

"Well." Blaine replied, cocking his head toward Kurt.

"I'd say that was quite an evening," Kurt said tersely, pressing his lips together and looking down.

"It was… but I don't think it could have been spent any better." The words came tentatively from between Blaine's lips, but ended concretely.

When Kurt's eyebrows began to knit together, Blaine was quick to continue.

"You really showed them tonight, Kurt. You showed these miserable, bored people what it's like to be a strong and fascinating person. I can't even describe how proud I was… how proud I am."

"Oh, well. It took having to be humiliated in front of the entire school first though, didn't it?" Kurt dragged a hand through his hair as he spoke.

Blaine quickly got up from his position on the sofa to the space right next to Kurt, making an attempt not the ruffle his kilt. Kurt looked up a little and sighed.

"Kurt, do you know how many people would have gotten up and run from that gym, and never come back? But you know what you did? You decided you weren't going to be like all the rest. 'They can't touch me' you said. I may have not been able to say much then but I'm saying it now: you really did it. Even before you went in there to be coronated. Because you came back to McKinley, you've given it your all, and you have people that love and respect you for who you are, crown or no crown. I have never been more inspired by anyone more than you. I thank God for my luck every morning I wake up now because I know you'll be there. You're my Queen, you're my boyfriend, but most of all, you're my best friend, Kurt. I love you."

Kurt didn't look up from the floor for a long while, but when he did, his eyes were completely dry. He didn't speak either, instead lying his head on Blaine's sloping shoulder and closing his eyes. Forgetting the kilt, Blaine leaned into Kurt, wrapping his arm around him and pulling him close.

Blaine could feel it when Kurt spoke: "I don't have that lump in my throat."

To which Blaine whispered, "Neither do I."