Author's Note:

Hello! I decided to write a Klaine oneshot for fun and because i had an idea for it.

I am thinking of turning it into a part prompt fic, so if you have any Klaine stories

that you want to happen, then review them or email: .uk

Hope you enjoy! DH :) x

I don't own Glee.

Graduation Part 1:

Kurt's alarm beside his bed went off. 5:30am, graduation day.

Kurt didn't usually get up this early, but today was a day that he would remember forever and there would be photos. Lots of photos. Kurt had been practising his graduation smile for the past month, randomly testing it out on Blaine to see what he thought. Blaine just kept saying that he was crazy and that he liked it when Kurt smiled naturally, that he was more beautiful that way. Kurt disagreed to being beautiful at all and looking better with a natural smile. They had had this argument so many times that Blaine just let him get on with it now, Kurt wasn't going to be stopped.

Kurt sprang out of bed and went into his ensuite bathroom where he had laid out all of his cosmetics the night before, and set the shower to exactly the right temperature. He got in the shower, and when the egg timer he had put in there went off after 13 minutes, he got out again. He then ran his Egyptian cotton flannel under the tap and washed his face. He put on a face mask and padded back through into his room to blow dry his hair.

Whilst he was drying his hair, he turned on his phone and sent Blaine a text.

You up yet? K x

Kurt doubted that he was, but thought he could check, he would need advice later on anyway. And if Blaine was awake now, or if Kurt could wake him, then he would at least have a coherent boyfriend to talk to. His phone buzzed on the bed next to him.

Am now. Thank you so much for waking me at this ungodly hour. B

Kurt smiled at the text, he could hear the sarcasm in Blaine's voice as he read it.

What, no kiss? And I am already half way through my schedule. K x

This wasn't quite true, but he could hardly say that he was a quarter of the way through. But by the time that Blaine found the text on his phone he would be completely ready, if Kurt had guessed right about him going back to sleep.

Judging by the fact that when Kurt had finished his skin care regime and got dressed, into one of his many possible outfits, and was ironing another shirt to wear and hadn't received a reply, he thought he was. This was only confirmed when he phoned Blaine to check that he was up and didn't get an answer.

When he had finished ironing a handkerchief, however, his phone buzzed with a message from Blaine.

Have finished mine. And no kiss, because why send you an electronic one when I can give you a real one? B no kiss.

Kurt was puzzled and his hand was about pick up his phone, when he thought of something and rushed to his window.

There, leaning against his car, smiling up at Kurt's window...was Blaine. He was dressed in skinny jeans, no socks (as per usual), his pair of pink sunglasses, a t-shirt and his Dalton blazer. Kurt beamed at the sight of him and ran downstairs and flung open the door and ran out into the street. Blaine welcomed him with open arms, and hugged him tightly.

"Good morning." Blaine said fondly into Kurt's ear and pulled away slightly so he could kiss him. Blaine was right, Kurt thought, real kisses were much better than electronic ones.

"Good morning to you." Kurt said and then hugged his boyfriend once more before dragging him inside.

When they got into Kurt's room, Kurt had only really taken it all in and fully realised that Blaine was wearing his Dalton blazer.

"The blazer?" He asked, tilting his head to one side.

"You don't like it?" Blaine said, self-consciously, patting himself down.

"Oh, no, I love the blazer. And you look adorable. I fell in love with you in that blazer. But why are you wearing it?" Kurt asked. Blaine blushed slightly.

"Dalton is a big part of my life, when I graduate McKinley, I kind of graduate from Dalton too. Without Dalton, I wouldn't be here, remember?" Blaine explained, not making eye contact until he said the last few words. Kurt nodded, and then realising why Blaine was here, turned to the matter in hand.

"So, blazer out of the way, but not out of the way, because your still going to wear it, unless you decide not to, and that's fine, but I do love it, but if-"

"Kurt, you're rambling." Blaine interrupted, relishing the look that Kurt gave him.

"I was thinking this," Kurt said, gesturing to his current outfit, "But then there's this," He said pointing to a waistcoat, bowtie and skinny leg trousers ensemble.

"You know how partial I am to bowties, Kurt." Blaine said, smiling at Kurt. He did, Kurt noticed, have one untied and hanging around his neck.

"Hmm, I thought you might choose that one." Kurt said, staring at the outfit. Blaine had walked over to Kurt's closet which was more his clothes room, and went inside. Kurt was visibly very comfortable with Blaine; he didn't usually let people go in there when they asked. He was in there for a few minutes before he came out holding up a piece of clothing.

"What about this?" Blaine asked, holding up the scarf that looked like a jacket's lapel. "You wore this the first time I met you and you weren't spying, and the day that I joined McKinley."

"Oh, I'd forgotten about that." Kurt considered. "It's perfect." He added smiling and surprising his boyfriend with another hug.

"Hey," Blaine said, rubbing Kurt's back affectionately. "What's this for?" Kurt pulled away slightly so he could look into his boyfriend's eyes.

"Oh, just you." He said with a smile, staring at Blaine for a while before jumping to it. He pecked Blaine on the cheek quickly and then walked into his closet to change.

This left Blaine in Kurt's room. He wandered around for the twenty minutes that Kurt was changing. He spent the most time looking at Kurt's pin board. It was mostly pictures tacked up. One of him and his parents, the New Directions at Nationals the year before Blaine transferred, their junior prom photo, Kurt with Puck, Mike, Finn and Sam. All of them were trying to touch his hair and Kurt looking very defensive, it looked like Puck was about to get him in a friendly head lock. Mike was waving Kurt's hairspray tauntingly, waving it around. There was also a picture of the Warblers all blowing kisses towards the camera, but it was the last one made him smile the most. It was of a picnic that they had been on last autumn. Kurt had protested as the ground was wet and that he would get his new trousers wet, even though Blaine had brought a blanket. Kurt had got chocolate on the end of his nose, Blaine had decided not to tell him before he took the picture. Blaine was smiling broadly at Kurt, having just told a really cheesy joke and Kurt was laughing at him. Blaine had timed the camera to capture perfectly so they were both in the shot and looking wildly happy, which they were.

Blaine then turned around, and Kurt was standing there, looking angelic. He was wearing the scarf thing, and some silvery grey trousers. Around his neck was a bright pink bow tie, the same shade as Blaine's sunglasses. He looked absolutely flawless.

Blaine's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at Kurt's door. Blaine and Kurt reluctantly drew their eyes away from each other.

"Come in!" Kurt called to the person outside. The door opened and in walked Burt Hummel, he smiled proudly at his son. However, his expression changed to shock and confusion when he saw Blaine standing there.

"Good morning Blaine," Burt said sternly, "Didn't I say goodnight to you last night?"

"Dad!" Kurt exclaimed, shocked by his Dad's rudeness.

"What? I did, but here he is, at half six, in your bedroom." Burt said, trying to justify himself.

"I arrived about 30 minutes ago, Mr Hummel." Blaine explained, trying to be convincing, but it wasn't really very believable.

"What? Why?" Burt asked, even more confused.

"Because I needed his help, and it's our last day of school, Dad, I want to spend it with the people I love." Kurt said, trailing off, smiling at Blaine. Burt looked uncomfortable with the lovey-dovey-ness of it all.

"Oh, well, ok then. I have to go…shop's opening early…" Burt trailed off, making up excuses to leave. He didn't need to see what he was worried about walking in on whenever going into Kurt's room. He still didn't believe the story 100%, but then he wasn't really sure he wanted to know either. Burt also knew he had to stop worrying, Kurt and Blaine would be sharing an apartment soon, and he had to put it all out of his mind. Kurt wasn't five anymore. Burt teared up slightly at this as he left the room, he little boy was all grown up.

Kurt saw his dad's expression, and was glad that he had Carole. The house would be more empty, and it pained Kurt to leave, yet he wanted to so much.

Kurt blinked, and focussed on Blaine, who was looking straight at him, reading his expression, and pulled him into a hug, this wasn't the first time that Kurt had questioned going to New York, even if he hadn't voiced it.

"It's going to be fine, Kurt." Blaine said, kissing him on the nose.

They stayed there, holding each other for several minutes, thinking about the past, present and future. Blaine's phone was what ended the embrace, Teenage Dream blasting loudly and vibrating in his pocket against Kurt's chest.

Blaine pulled away, looking annoyed, but seeing who it was, realised that he had to answer it. Kurt nodded to him, knowing who it would be.

"Hey Wes!" Blaine said happily down the phone. Kurt could hear a muffled "Hi Blainers!" from Wes.

"Yeah. No, I'm at Kurt's." Blaine said, winking at Kurt. "Yes, already. Why?" Kurt only heard random words; "car…lunch…later…club…warblers…Dalton…Kurt…McKinley…come too?"

Blaine pulled a face and then covered the mouth piece of his phone, taking it away from his ear.

"Dalton are having their graduation earlier than ours, so Wes wants to drive over at lunch with the other Warblers to watch. Is that ok?" Blaine asked, not trying to disguise the longing on his face.

"Of course, Blaine, why wouldn't it be? It'll be great to see them again." Kurt answered; slightly surprised that Blaine might think that he would say no. Blaine beamed at this, for him it would be perfect. He got to spend his last day of graduation with all of his friends.

"Yes, Wes, that's great. See you later!" Blaine's smile came across in his voice, so much so that Wes knew exactly which smile he was wearing.

It was going to be perfect.

A/N: So, i forgot to mention, this might be a bit fluffy... :D

Please prompt, I really enjoy writing about Klaine, but with this story I am suffering from writer's block.

DH