And The Truth Comes Out

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Kurt Hummel frowned, staring at himself in his full body mirror as he straightened his bowtie. He was getting married to his fiance, Adam Crawford today, but he was not happy at all.

Why?

Oh, he's been in love with his best friend, Blaine Anderson since his warbler days at Dalton.

So, yeah. That's all.

It's always been about Blaine Anderson. But no one else knows of his head-over-heels-schoolboy-fantasy-crush-that-obviously-never-went-away.

Blaine Anderson. With his thick unruly curls, always tamed with his raspberry scented gel...his mesmerizing hazel eyes that Kurt finds himself get lost in, time and time again...his dapper gentleman manners, always so polite to others...yeah, Kurt didn't think about him all the time...

Not.

Kurt took a deep breath and closed his eyes, going back to that day the met on the Dalton staircase. He smiled as he remembered every single detail about Blaine.

"...excuse me, can I ask you a question? I'm new here." Kurt stopped a young, handsome boy during a rush of the Dalton students, making their way to their destination.

The boy turned around and smiled, sticking out his hand for Kurt to shake, "My name is Blaine..."

"Kurt..."

Kurt opened his eyes, and a single tear fell down his porcelain cheek.

Suddenly, Rachel burst into his room, frantically waving her arms and squealing excitedly. "Kurt! It's almost time! Are you ready?"

No...He thought miserably, and sighed in defeat.

"Kurt...? What's wrong? Oh god, are you going to be sick? You look a little pale..." She asked, geuinely concerned, as she stared at a pale and trembling Kurt Hummel.

"R-Rachel...I-I...I c-can't..." He whispered, shaking. His hands felt cool and clammy, and he felt lightheaded. His legs made their way over to the red loveseat, parked next to his window. I need Blaine...

"Tell me what's wrong, Kurt...let me help!" She knelt down to his level, taking his hands in her own.

You can't...no one can...I'm going to be fucking miserable for the rest of my life...and no one will know WHY...Kurt thought in despair, and sniffed quietly. He cleared his throat, collected himself, and got up to head back over to his mirror, nervously adjusting his bowtie again, for the umpteenth time.

Rachel sighed and made her way over to her best friend. "Kurt, if you're nervous, it's ok...everyone gets a little bit queasy before their big day. I mean, think back to Finn and I..." She smiled, playing with her ring.

Kurt scoffed. No one understands me. I feel all alone.

"Do I need to call Blaine? Will that help you?"

Kurt's head snapped up to that familiar and comforting name.

Blaine.

Blaine.

Kurt shook his head, "N-No, Rach. It's f-fine...I'll b-be ok...just nervous I guess..." He mumbled, now fixing his cuff links.

Rachel pulled her phone out, saying, "Ok. Well, I'm texting Finn. He should be here soon, too. He said he was going to be here. He's bringing Annabelle..." She said, texting away on her phone.

"Ok." Kurt muttered, eyes narrowed to the floor.

"Kurt...?"

Kurt looked up slowly.

"You DO know you talk to me, right? I will try my best to help you with whatever you need..." She said calmly, now grabbing his arm.

Just tell her. Tell her about Blaine...Kurt closed his eyes, battling with his subconscious. Would she laugh at me? Hate me? Support me? Help me? Or just walk away, leaving me here with more pain and sorrow?

"R-Rachel?" Kurt said quietly, fidgeting with his hands with unease.

"Yes, Kurt?"

"Rachel, I can't marry Adam. I'm sorry I never told you this, but I'm in love with Blaine. And, honestly, I've tried to push these feelings away, but I just can't. So, I'm tired of lying now. I'm in love with my best friend. I'm in love with Blaine..." Kurt blurted out.

Rachel's big brown eyes widened, and he continued.

"A-And now, h-he won't even be here. H-He won't even attend m-my wedding b-because I've screwed everyth-"

Rachel started to giggle. "Kurt, just shut up and turn around..."

Kurt's face scrunched up in confusion, but he turned around, and ohmygodholyhell when did Blaine get here? Blaine's face broke out into a shy smile. "Hi there mister..."

Kurt felt tears welling up in his glasz eyes, and a hand came to his mouth in shock. "B-Blaine...how l-long have you b-been s-standing there...?" He was almost afraid to know the answer.

Almost.

"I heard everything, Kurt..." Blaine said honestly.

Kurt's shoulders slumped. Shit...he...he hates me...

"I-I love you, too, Kurt Hummel. I always have. I always will." Blaine spoke as he came closer to the taller man.

Wait, WHAT? He...he LOVES ME? Kurt looked up, only to now be staring into those mesmerizing hazel eyes, he knew all to well. "Y-You do...?"

"Yes. I do."

Kurt's breathing hitched, and Blaine's olive-skinned hand found it's way to Kurt's rosy cheek. Blaine pressed his lips ever so gently to Kurt's, their lips sliding together perfectly. Kurt's hands found their way to touch those dark curls he dreamt of every single night. They were made for each other. They were endgame.

"'Bout damn time, shit guys..." Santana said as she entered the room, a wine glass in her hand, and they took a step back to collect themselves.

Blaine deadpanned. "Santana."

"Hobbit. Nice to see you again." She raised her glass, then took a sip.

Kurt's eyes never left Blaine's intense gaze. Blaine took Kurt's hand, and pulled him closer for a warm hug. Kurt immediately melted into Blaine's loving embrace.

Blaine whispered into Kurt's pale neck, "I love you, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. Fearlessly and forever."

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