"Why did you pick me to sing that song with?"
Kurt's words filled the nearly-empty Dalton Academy choir room, followed by a brief silence. Blaine's gaze lingered at Kurt for a long moment, before he closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. This was it.
"Kurt, there is a moment." He opened his eyes after a few seconds and met Kurt's questioning stare. "When you say to yourself… 'Oh, there you are! I've been looking for you forever.'"
Kurt watched Blaine in silence, eyes flicking across Blaine's face, as if he, too, was wondering if this was truly happening or not. Blaine's heart beat sped up as he shifted in his seat and took Kurt's hand into his own, continuing the confession that had been tearing at his insides for the past few days, desperate for a way out. "Watching you do 'Blackbird' this week, that was the moment for me… about you."
Kurt's expression didn't change; he was still curiously watching Blaine, urging him with his eyes to continue. Blaine took in a shaky breath, closed his eyes again, and finished his speech. "You move me, Kurt. And this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you."
Blaine opened his eyes. Kurt's face had finally changed, now streaked with many different emotions: bewilderment, joy, relief. It was as if something in those bright blue-as-day eyes were shooting off mini fireworks inside, and Kurt's entire expression seemed to say, 'Finally!'
Blaine didn't realized what he had been doing until after he'd stood up, cupped Kurt's face with his left hand, bent down and pressed their lips together. Thoughts passed through his mind at a million miles a second, so many ideas zoomed before his eyes that he practically forgot to breathe. So that's what he focused on throughout the kiss, trying to ignore his overactive mind, the thoughts swirling together on how right this was, how amazing, how perfect. He tried to ignore the fact that Kurt was now kissing back, his own left hand coming up to caress Blaine's face, how he knew Kurt had known about this thing that existed between them for far longer than Blaine had. But god, he was right, this was it. This was him, the boy he had been looking for all his life.
After what felt like forever in this blissful state, the boys finally pulled apart. Their eyes opened and met once again as Kurt's hand hit the table with a satisfying thump and Blaine sat back down in his chair. They breathed (more like panted) in perfect silence, trying to catch up with their own minds. They were both mesmerized by the beauty of it all: the heat that settled between them, the slight tingle that still lingered on their lips, the intensity of their locked gazes and, most powerfully, the overwhelming sense of unbreakable lov—
"CUT!" The director practically screamed, making both actors on the set jump. Darren blinked as he came back to real life. He could practically feel the Blaine mask coming off, mentally storing it into his imaginary box labeled 'CHARACTERS'. He shook his head slightly and sighed with exhaustion, looking up across the antique Dalton Academy set table at Chris, who seemed to be doing the same thing in his head: taking himself out of character and slipping back into his normal self.
Darren watched as Chris' Kurt mask came off and revealed the true actor beneath. Only, Chris didn't seem nearly as exhausted as Darren did. This is, unfortunately, because of the fact that when he took the Blaine mask off, it wasn't for the intention of going back to his regular self. Instead, Darren automatically replaced his Glee character with a different persona altogether, one only he knew of. It was the biggest secret he could ever remember having, and some days he wished he could tell someone, get it off his chest that he was literally living a lie, but he knew he couldn't.
Darren Criss had a job to do.