Author's Notes: I'll give you 3 chapters today! GIVE BIG CHEERS! Only at least 1000 words but hey, I updated. That's what matters right? Wait… it doesn't matter? THEN YOU WON'T GET ANY COOKIES!

Prompt is from my very first reviewer (emomint): "What if Blaine overheard Kurt and Mr. Schue's conversation in 'A Very Glee Christmas?'" First of all… GREAT IDEA! Got the idea of Blaine just you know… going back in… A kliss is in store, beware or be happy?

Disclaimer: Owning Glee would involve very precise planning and it would take 5 years just to figure out every single mistake in each plot… Glee would've been cancelled by then (Hope not) Sooooo… Glee: No Me Ownsta

My Missing Puzzle Piece

(BLAINE'S POV)

"Someone special?"

"Well, I'm in love with him and he's actually gay. I call that progress!"

My heart. I swear would've jumped right out of my chest. Kurt… is in love with me? This cannot be happening. Hearing him say those words just confirmed every single saying Wes and David have been telling me. All those times I've held his hand. The way his face brightens up with a smile every time I come in a room. The constant eye contact in between Warbler meetings…

Wow, I really am an oblivious bastard. I guess Nick will get 20 bucks from Jeff later.

Why was I listening in to their conversation? Well, I forgot my CD player and I need that to practice for my gig. I was about to go back in and politely excuse myself into the room to get it back but then I hear those words and I stop in my tracks.

I'm in love with him

My smile would've confirmed that I obviously love him back. I guess I've just been pushing those feelings aside because well… Kurt just came from McKinley and he's still adjusting. He needed a mentor and a friend who understands what he's going through. He can find another boyfriend who was so much better than he could ever be.

But Kurt chose him and he couldn't be happier. He would've waited until he was studying in New York or something and he would be swatting all the men from his legs with a stick. If I ever become his boyfriend and move with him to New York, I would beat them up with a baseball bat. He's mine.

Well, not yet anyway.

Not yet? Blaine Everett Anderson, what are you thinking? Not yet? No, that's unacceptable! Kurt is… perfect. His light blue/grey/green eyes. His chestnut brown hair styled so elegantly in place. His rosy pale skin. His tall and firm stature. His… luscious, full and innocent lips… I wonder how they feel on mine? I suddenly feel REALLY jealous of Karofsky for being able to kiss him. It must have been fantastic! Even though it was forced… God, it's Kurt! Everything about him is fantastic!

"Thank you so much Kurt, I knew I could count on you." I heard Mr. Schue say inside the room. "Why you would want to give Couch Sue a present is beyond my knowledge. If you ask me, it would be like feeding the trolls." I heard light laughter and a patting of backs as they hugged. "Bye Kurt, Merry Christmas!" "Back to you Mr. Schue! Mind passing that to the New Directions?"

"Of course." Shit… He must be closer to the door. I jump away from my position and ninja roll under a table with a cloth draped over it. Thank Katy Perry for my stealth classes last summer. I heard Mr. Schue's leather heels click against the mahogany floor. As his footsteps died down I crawled out from under the table and into the room.

I knew that was a huge mistake as I saw Kurt's own shoes right in my line of vision. I look up slowly to see a shocked Kurt with his eyebrows raised. "Uh… I forgot my player." I said my cheeks turning a bright red. Almost as red as the linings of my blazer. Kurt still looks at me weirdly and holds out a hand. I stare at it blankly and look up at his gorgeous face which now bore an amused grin.

"Well, you need to stand up to get it don't you? You don' need to make yourself shorter, you're already a midget." I take his hand with a mock look of hurt across my face. I cross my arms and head over to the player with my chin lifted up like a child would if his parents made him do chores or something.

Kurt laughed and put his hands up in surrender "You don't have to reject something that's true!" I sigh and hang my head down on my palm which was not holding my CD player. I ponder for a moment. Should I tell him that I overheard their conversation? 'Hey Kurt! I heard you tell Mr. Schue that you love me! Wanna make out?' that sounded so much better in my head… And I'd like to keep it that way.

"Kurt, please don't hate me for this…" Kurt looked astonished but sat down on the couch. I followed suit seeing as if Kurt would probably kill me in a few minutes, might as well be comfortable. I shift in my seat and take a deep breath. My hands are getting sweaty and my throat is starting to dry a bit. I cough up and try to relax.

You're about to tell your potential boyfriend that he was being eavesdropped by the man he's in love with. Ok, once again, it sounds so much better right here in my brain but my conscience says I should say something else, My conscience knows everything. Just follow it I guess. Just keep swimming… Now my brain is randomly quoting Disney… That was weird.

"I was about to go back in to get my CD player when… ." I say in a hurried voice. His eyes widening are an indication enough that he heard what I said. His hand covered his mouth and he shook his head, tears threatening to flow down from his eyes.

"Kurt, don't hate me please – I will not take it against you –" but then Kurt shook his head furiously and tried to blink away tears. He failed miserably and just put his head down. "I – I didn't want to find out this way. I'm – I'm a hopeless romantic, you know and I was hoping to tell you probably like one of those romance movies where there are fireworks and fish singing 'Kiss The Girl' to us under the moonlight – I'm rambling now, I should go."

He stood up to leave the room but I caught on to his arm, holding onto it tightly so he wouldn't budge but loose enough so he can relax. Once he tried to struggle but that was no use with that then he just hung his head and began to cry again. His tears becoming heavier by the minute. "You hate me now, you don't like me anymore because I'm too stupid and…"

"Why would I hate the man I love?"

Even I surprised myself with my response but it's true. I love Kurt and I only noticed my feelings for him now because I'm such a good listener through doors. "You didn't give me a chance to say that I love you back?" his breath caught and he was staring at me dumbfounded and he gazed into my eyes to search for truth… He must've seen them because his face brightened up immediately and I am glad I'm the one to make Kurt smile.

I pulled Kurt in for a hug and he wrapped his arms instinctively around my neck. I breathed in a scent of strawberries, hairspray and… Kurt. Pure Kurt. I smiled and I felt his smile over my shoulder. When we broke apart (Which was quite funny since we did this cute little argue when one says 'you let go' then 'no you let go' 'you' 'you') I placed a hand on his porcelain cheeks. I let my eyes linger on Kurt's lips.

"May I?" he looks at my eyes with such passion and love that I mistake it for anger for a short while. I'm not used to this kind of affection but from Kurt, it's so amazing. He leans into me first and we start kissing softly and then passionately. It didn't get heated, it was our first kiss. The first kiss that definitely counted. Our tongues dancing against each other. Our lips creating a beat. It was perfect.

I leaned our foreheads together and he laces our fingers. I smile at the fact that they fit so perfectly well together. Like two puzzle pieces. He smiles at that too and we just stare at each other lovingly. Never letting go of our contact. This moment was all that we need and that was enough.

My missing puzzle piece, I'm complete.

THE END

So? How was it? The ending sucks again, I CANNOT WRITE THEM ANYMORE! WAAA! Reviews are like candy, and I like candy :3 Prompts are appreciated. :)