A/N: I'm sorry it took me so long to get this up! I had the idea for it in my head already when I posted the first part, but the writing process was obviously a bit tougher. I'm not really great at writing angst; so, I'm also sorry if this is not what you expected. (but yeah, I did change the characters... and the genres... a bit)

So, without further ado, part two! Hopefully you'll like it, and please leave a review at the bottom of the page :)


It was to be expected. He could've seen it coming, really.

This was prom. Prom was about having fun, prom was supposed to be one of the heights of a high school career.

And he couldn't even give Kurt that. What kind of lousy boyfriend was he if he couldn't even dance with him?

Things had been awkward between the two of them the entire night. Things never were awkward between them. Oh, he knew what had caused this situation – Kurt must've expected something wholly different from his junior prom. Being surrounded by his friends (who, instead, were more interested in their dates) and dancing the night away with his boyfriend – basically having the time of his life. Instead, he was stuck with a date who was too afraid of other people's opinions to dance with him, even for only one song.

Blaine hadn't been able to shake the feeling of dread building in his stomach the entire time he'd been here. He felt like something was about to happen, and if it wasn't for Kurt, he would've turned around the moment he'd walked in. He'd made sure to stick to Kurt's side the whole time, though he wasn't sure if he was being a good date-slash-boyfriend, attempting to stop bullies from approaching Kurt, or trying to stay safe himself.

As he stood there, all by himself, he was pretty scared, although he hated himself for admitting it. Anyone could walk up to him now and catch him off guard. At some point, he'd been able to tear his thoughts away from everyone else and focus on Kurt instead. He deserved this dance, Blaine knew that. He'd put up with his scaredy-cat of a boyfriend for half the night, so he deserved to be dancing right now, even if it was with a friend. A female friend. Who was also his currently single ex-girlfriend.

Like Blaine, however, Kurt was most certainly not interested in girls. They both knew this, of themselves and of each other. It was out in the open. And Blaine was not too worried for Kurt, his safety or anything else at that moment. Kurt was safe, and happy, and Blaine wanted nothing more than those two things.

He just wished that it was him who made Kurt happy; he wished he was brave enough to share this moment with his oh-so-courageous boyfriend; he wished to have more of the courage he himself tended to preach. He wanted to dance with Kurt, yes, that was an undisputed fact. He wanted that so badly it almost hurt.

But he just couldn't. And he hated it.

Watching Kurt, he smiled unconsciously. After that particular Sadie Hawkins dance, he'd never expected to find a boyfriend, especially one as amazing as Kurt, while still in high school. He knew he should count himself lucky, and he did. Every single day.

In hindsight, it was almost ironic, the way he'd preached courage to Kurt all those months ago. After all, that was one department Blaine found he was sorely lacking in, and something which Kurt had in spades. How could Kurt have ever forgiven him for that? Why was he even still with Blaine, when he could do so much better? Why hadn't he run away when he noticed that Blaine put on a brave face everyday; that he was, essentially, putting up a front and trying to trick everyone around him into believing that this was the real Blaine Anderson – brave, confident, without much of a care in the world.

Kurt, on the other hand, was indescribable. There were no words for him, and Blaine was determined to enjoy every moment with him, to allow himself to be happy and let go of his past for a change. And he could. With Kurt, he was able to do all those things. That, too, was indescribable.

The entire night, he'd been telling himself that he would get out of this prom alive; that Kurt's friends had his back, too; that when the next song started, he'd ask Kurt to dance. He hoped, hoped with all his might, that they'd get to dance tonight. If only he was brave enough.

All of a sudden, Blaine caught Brittany glancing at him before saying something to Kurt. Without even realising it, Blaine smiled again. It was almost unnerving how just watching his boyfriend from a distance could turn his mood around. He tried to relax a bit; no one was going to hurt him; there were teachers around, surely they'd do something, right?

No matter how much he tried to reassure himself, Blaine couldn't be happier when Kurt returned. Clearly, Brittany had been satisfied with just one dance, which made Blaine very grateful.

"Hey," Kurt said softly as he reached him. Blaine wanted so badly to hold his hand or hug him or kiss him or dance with him – but they couldn't risk it. Most people were here with a date and were probably too engrossed in those dates to notice them doing anything of that sort, but there were always people lurking around, waiting for them to think they were actually safe before ripping it apart brutally.

"Hey," he replied, unable to keep a smile off of his face. "How was Brittany?"

Kurt glanced around quickly before grabbing Blaine's hand daringly and dragging him along to a couple of empty seats. "She was… Brittany," he responded. "She's dancing with everyone, you know."

"I know," Blaine said. "I noticed." He nodded towards the dance floor, where Brittany had latched onto some guy he didn't know.

"I just wish it was you," Kurt said quietly, not actually looking at Blaine.

Blaine sighed, nodding. He knew that much. And God, he wanted it to be him too. "I'm sorry," he muttered.

"I know," Kurt replied, searching for Blaine's hand under the table until he found it. "Don't be. It's okay."

It wasn't, though, and Blaine knew it. But for now, he would just relish in the feeling that came from actually holding Kurt's hand in a room full of people, without anyone noticing (or, at least, not giving them a hard time about it).

They could always dance to the next song. Possibly.


A/N: So, what do you think? Let me know, please review! :D