A/N: So welcome to my new story :D People who read Bad boys, don't worry, this doesn't mean there will be less updates on that, Chapter 10 is in the works, and *should* (cross your fingers) be up by friday. :D

Anyway, this story. So this is basically just my headcanon of what I think happened, when the camera was away from Klaine, shall we say. Klaine does not get enough screen time. They should just have a whole show to themselves and call it quits tbh. But anyway. On with the first chapter, starting, of course, with The Purple Piano Project.

After the NYADA mixer:

Hey babe. How was the mixer? B xxx

Kurt frowned at the message. Just a simple text from his boyfriend made him wish Blaine was here with him. Without thinking, he thumbed in a reply:

Can you come over? K xxx

The reply was instantaneous.

Can you sit tight for a bit? I should be there within the hour. I'll drive quickly. B xxx

Kurt loved how Blaine didn't even question why Kurt needed him. He didn't seem to care that it was 9PM on a school night. He smiled faintly.

Yeah. See you then. K xxx

It was a testament to how depressed he was that he didn't even warn Blaine about driving safely. He needed his boyfriend, and he needed him now. Downstairs, he could hear the faint murmur of Finn comforting a sobbing Rachel. He wanted that to be him and Blaine. With a sigh, he curled up on his bed and shut his eyes, wishing for the millionth time that Blaine lived closer.

When he awoke, his head was on Blaine's lap, and Blaine's fingers were threading gently through his hair. His boyfriend smiled gently down at him.

"Good evening, sleeping beauty…" He murmured, still smiling.

"Oh, god, how long have you been here? I didn't mean to fall asleep.. God, you should have woken me sooner…" Kurt babbled, sitting up quickly. Blaine just looked at him.

"Babe. Relax. I've been here five minutes, tops. Carole let me in and I came straight up. I didn't have the heart to wake you. You looked so peaceful…" He grinned. Then his face turned serious. "Do you want to tell me why you asked me here at ten on a school night, and why Rachel is downstairs looking for all the world like she's just found out someone's died? Want to tell me what happened at the mixer?"

"Blaine… They.. They were so… fabulous. They had credits. They'd been in shows. They could dance, and sing, and act.. And Blaine. They were just like us. Here I was thinking I was one of a kind when there were about three carbon copies in that room." Kurt said softly, fighting to keep back the sobs.

"Baby.." Blaine said, hooking his fingers under Kurt's chin and forcing him to look up. "You are unique. There is only one Kurt Hummel. Do you think I would be as in love with you as I am if I could go around the corner and find someone else exactly the same?" Kurt shook his head slowly. "That's right, Kurt. Maybe they act like you. Maybe they dress like you. Maybe they talk like you. Maybe they even sing like you. But you know what? They'll never, ever be you. Know why? Because they'll never have your beauty. Your amazing, indescribable eyes. Your pale, perfect skin. Your amazingly soft, silky hair. But you know what is the most important thing they'll never have? Your strength. None of those guys could have gone through what you went through everyday for almost one and a half years. None of them could have taken the slushie facials, the dumpster tosses, the locker slams. None of them could have gone back to the school where they were tormented. None of them could have done what you did at prom.

"So you know what Kurt, they might talk like you, walk like you, act like you, but they'll never, ever be even a patch on you." Kurt sniffed, and Blaine pulled him into a gentle kiss.

"Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you…" Kurt murmured after they had pulled away from the kiss. Blaine just smiled, and said:

"I do. You were yourself."

A/N: So, views? Opinions? Leave them in the reviews section! Lessthanthree you guise! :D

Ellie xxx