Author's Note: This will only be a two-chapter story, if I get enough feedback that people even want a second chapter, haha. Rated M for a very detailed sex scene, coming in chapter 2 (if people want it). I just wanted to explore and tell the story that pretty much all Klaine fans didn't get to see – for obvious reasons – during the episode, "The First Time". This chapter remains canon in terms of dialogue; I am trying to keep the characters as true to how I think they'd think and react, based on everything I've seen over the last 5 seasons (but mainly just focusing on the first 3). I obviously do not own Glee or West Side Story. I may end up writing the second chapter anyways, since that is the one I REALLY was looking forward to… what can I say? I'm a huge Klaine perv. :P

The auditorium was empty now. Just an hour earlier, and the seats had been packed with friends and family to see the opening night performance of West Side Story. Everyone had loved it; the cast was met with a standing ovation, and they all knew in that moment that all of their hard work had paid off. They felt invincible.

Except Blaine Anderson.

After the "thank yous", the handshakes, the hugs, and the congratulatory words, one by one everyone eventually left – and Blaine came back.

He had a lot on his mind. He pondered these many things as he walked down the empty halls of McKinley, worried that he'd turn a corner and run into Kurt, and yet secretly hoping that he would. He thought of the night at Scandals, and the fight that it had inevitably led to. He harbored so much guilt for that night, for his actions… and yet, he didn't know how to mend the bridge between him and Kurt, and apologize. He wanted to so badly; he hated knowing Kurt was upset, and worse, that he had been the cause of it.

He thought about what Rachel had said to him before they took the stage, hand in hand – about how they could relate to their song, and their performance, because both of them had found their soulmates, even against the odds. That was so true. As he had sung his lines of "One Hand, One Heart", he couldn't help but look at Rachel sitting there and see Kurt in her place. He pictured the moment they met on the stairwell at Dalton, the first time Kurt sang "Blackbird", the first time they had kissed… Moments that, especially now, he wished he could revisit over and over again.

Without realizing it, he had somehow walked to the theater. He turned on the lights and took a seat on the stage. Again, the details of the other night ran through his mind; it stopped on the moment when Kurt's eyes filled with tears, as he revealed his anguish at having his boyfriend try and have sex with him – for the first time, on top of that – when he was drunk and had spent the entire night dancing with Sebastian. He replayed this moment over and over, each time his heart sinking deeper.

This was why it was impossible for him to feel invincible when the roar of applause filled the hall at the end of the show. How could he be invincible when he felt so broken? All he could think about all night was Kurt. All he ever could think about was Kurt. And no doubt, it had hurt his performance as Tony, too; he scowled. He could think of one dance move in particular he had messed up that night; right beforehand, he had made the mistake of sneaking a glance at Kurt from behind the curtain. He knew Kurt hadn't seen it, but seeing Kurt standing there was enough to unnerve him. And that was that. He simply forgot the next step in the dance, and he screwed it up.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became with himself. He had unintentionally taken that role away from Kurt in the first place, when Kurt was the one who had needed it most, and then he goes and fucks it up? Kurt didn't deserve that from his partner.

Blaine didn't deserve Tony. He didn't deserve Kurt.

Kurt had left, but then he came back. When he realized that Blaine wasn't there with everyone else, he knew he had to find him and make things right. When he cracked open the backstage door to the theater and saw the lights on, he gently entered and tiptoed onto the stage. Peeking out from behind the curtain, he saw Blaine. He was dancing; or more so, he kept on repeating one particular move. Kurt didn't understand why he was doing this – Blaine had done it exactly the same way during the show, and it looked just as flawless then as it did now.

Kurt had been mad for the first few days after the night at Scandals. At first, when he saw Blaine in the halls, in the choir room… he just wanted to yell at him and cry. He always felt like that would make him feel better. But when, from backstage, Kurt watched Blaine enter the stage as Tony, all he could do was smile. Maybe he had overreacted a bit; after all, it wasn't Blaine's fault that Sebastian was a total slime. That was one thing Kurt both loved and hated about his boyfriend: he had a heart of gold, and had great difficulty seeing anything other than the good in a person, unless they gave him reason not to. Kurt had seen Blaine's dancing with Sebastian all night as a sign of betrayal, but then he also remembered how many times Blaine was staring at him from the dance floor, constantly beckoning for Kurt to come join him. He knew in his heart that Sebastian meant nothing to Blaine; he was the one Blaine would forever want to dance with. It was just hard not to still feel a little jealous…

Emerging from hiding, Kurt walked into the light and asked, "Shouldn't you be celebrating?"

Blaine turned in surprise, and his heart fluttered. Kurt always looked spectacular. Quietly, Blaine replied, "I'm going over this move…I messed it up tonight. I know I can do it better."

He turned his back to Kurt, ashamed for him to see his face.

"The beauty of the stage: you get to do it all over again tomorrow night," Kurt said with a small smile, taking a few steps towards Blaine and slowly bridging the space between them. Blaine finally turned and looked up at him; Kurt hated to see him being so hard on himself. "Personally, I thought both of you guys were perfect," he said truthfully.

And he was right. It was no secret that Kurt had never been right for the role of Tony, and although he had been spiteful at first, it hadn't been long before he realized that denying Blaine the part when it was clearly so perfect for him would've been selfish. Blaine didn't deserve that from his partner.

Blaine smiled sheepishly. "Thank you," he murmured. "Your Officer Krupke killed…brought the house down."

"Well, I can't help but pull focus, sorry," Kurt replied, trying to lighten the mood.

"Don't apologize, it was great."

"All your friends were here tonight," Kurt said. "The Warblers…"

"Yeah," Blaine whispered, finally feeling comfortable enough to smile.

"Sebastian…They were all loving it," Kurt continued, and with that, Blaine's smile vanished again. Kurt instantly regretted saying anything, but he couldn't help it. He just wanted reassurance so badly.

Kurt's words were like a knife in Blaine's heart. How, after all this time, could Kurt believe that he cared about anyone else the way he did for him? Didn't he understand just how much Blaine loved him? What if he didn't? His heart sank… if Kurt did feel that way, then it was his fault for not reassuring him otherwise.

"Come here," Blaine said. When Kurt was standing in front of him, he continued, "Give me your hand. Now hold it to your heart."

"Just like the song?" Kurt asked playfully.

"Like the song," Blaine smiled weakly. He took a deep breath. "Kurt…Sebastian doesn't mean anything to me. And you were right; our first time shouldn't be like that. I was drunk, and – I'm sorry."

There was a pause. Blaine's heart was slamming so hard against his chest, he worried he might pass out. Please Kurt, he thought, please see how sorry I am.

Then Kurt's lips turned up into a smile. "Well it sure beats the last time you were drunk and made out with Rachel," he joked. Relieved and embarrassed, Blaine chuckled.

Kurt neared him slightly. "But I'm sorry, too," he said. "I wanted to be your gay-bar superstar, but try as I might, I'm still just a silly romantic."

Blaine looked into his eyes and felt his skin warm. How could this boy always say the things that made Blaine fall more madly in love with him? Just a silly romantic? How could he not see how unbelievably perfect he was, from his eccentric wardrobe choices, to the sparkle in his eyes? How could he not understand that he was the single most gentle and kind person he knew, and that every day, Blaine wanted nothing more than to hold him close and never let him go?

Blaine wanted to tell him all of this and more, but instead could only think to say, "It's not silly," before stepping forward and finding Kurt's lips with his. They were soft and warm, like they always were; he could hear the sharp intake of air from Kurt, and felt his lover's arms wrap around his neck. He tangled his own arms around Kurt's waist and pulled him closer; he smelled of cologne and shampoo and something undeniably Kurt. He wanted more, so much more.

Kurt felt lightheaded, but he liked it. Blaine had kissed him many times before, but this particular time held so much conviction that he felt as though he would lift off of the ground and float away. He didn't want to end it, but within seconds, he felt feverish and needed air. Breaking the kiss, Kurt smiled; eyes closed, and whispered, "You take my breath away." Placing his hands on Blaine's shoulders, he stared deep into his boyfriend's golden eyes and beamed. "And not just now; tonight, on that stage, I was so proud to be with you."

Blaine's eyes shone with tears, and he smiled. "I hope so… I want you to be," he replied, his voice wavering. Then, laughing slightly and trying to regain his composure, he changed the topic. "Umm, Artie's having an after party at Breadsticks. Would you accompany me?"

To his surprise, Kurt swiftly replied, "No." But before he could say anything, Kurt added, "I want to go to your house."

Blaine's smile faded as his eyes searched Kurt's for any signs of uncertainty. He knew what this meant. Immediately, his skin began to dampen with sweat, and he felt an extraordinary heat in his groin, but he tried to fight it off, lest Kurt decide at the last minute that he wasn't ready. Taking a step forward and touching Kurt's cheek with his hand, he asked, slowly, "Are… are you sure?"

Kurt knew he was. Right now, more than anything, all he wanted was Blaine; to feel him, taste him, be overcome by him… there was this insatiable desire to be close to him – one of those feelings where, no matter how close you are, you know you'll never be close enough. But god, he wanted to try.

He answered the question by crushing his lips to Blaine's, roughly and with enough aggression as to throw Blaine off guard. Blaine didn't even try to fight it, though. His hands were in Kurt's hair, gripping tightly and pulling Kurt's face all the more closer to his. A soft moan escaped Blaine's lips, and Kurt's head spun. There was something about the way Blaine tasted when they kissed that always drove him crazy; it was like… a minty freshness, and… a hint of peanut butter… How many people knew that Blaine always ate a peanut butter sandwich every day? Kurt didn't overly like peanut butter, and yet it was always the most delicious thing when there was a hint of it in Blaine. And beyond that… there was just something unmistakably Blaine about the way he tasted. He wondered if the fact that he couldn't pinpoint it – and yet pinpoint it at the same time – was strange. Kurt didn't know, but it probably meant that he was head over heels for him.

Finally, Blaine, breathless, broke away. But he remained inches from Kurt's face. His eyes were heavy lidded and there was a mixture of surprise, awe, fear, and exhilaration in his gaze. It both frightened and excited Kurt; he felt the same way.

"My house," Blaine exhaled, and then took Kurt's hand, and the two ran, as they always had, together.