I Love You

Chapter 4- I'm Crazy about the Prom Queen

Author's Note: After very little feedback on this, I went back to Courage. Now that I have a little time off, I decided to come back and continue this. I don't know how often I can update. I have a few chapters of Courage left, but after I finish, I'll work on this for awhile. Thanks to Lilyvandersteen for your reviews.

I have a few prompts to write for this, but let's start with the one that spawned this whole idea. Prom Queen. These stories are all one shots that are based upon canon for episodes preceding the one mentioned in these prompts. That means that anything happening on the show prior to the regarding to Kurt and Blaine occurred as it did on the show, and not how it did in previous chapters, unless I state otherwise. Therefore, they got together during Original Song, and Kurt left Dalton in "Born this Way."

Kurt Hummel-Breadstix

I couldn't believe it, after months and months of wishing and dreaming for Blaine to realize how I felt about him, he finally kissed me. It was absolutely wonderful being boyfriends, even though I missed him like crazy. Why couldn't he had that realization sooner. We hadn't got to see each other as much now, and I missed him so much.

"Give me your hand. Blaine Warbler, will you go to Junior Prom with me?"

Blaine raised his eyebrows. Uh oh!

"Prom?" he inquired less than enthusiastically.

"It'll be the social event of the season. You don't want to go to prom with me?"

"No, no, no, no!"

Well, wait to shoot a guy down, Blaine. My smile faded and I let go of his hand.

"Of course I want to go with you," he countered. Something was wrong. Blaine was always smiling and confident. But now his face showed reluctance. "It's just...Prom!" He sighed.

'What about prom, Blaine?"

Blaine stared at the table, his smile yet to return. Blaine never discussed his past much. Although he was very outgoing, he was surprisingly quiet about his former school.

"At my old school, there was a Sadie Hawkins Dance, and...I had just come out, so I asked a friend of mine, the only other gay guy in the school, and while we were waiting for his dad to pick us up...these three guys...um...beat the living crap out of us.

Oh my gosh! No wonder he didn't want to go. I knew that Blaine had endured bullying at his old school, but I never realized it had gotten physical. My heart dropped. I had dreamed of going to prom, and now that I had a boyfriend, I had dreamed of us walking in, arm in arm, dancing the night away. Any hope of that now, though was shattered, looking at the nervous look on my boyfriend's face.

"I...I'm so sorry."

"I'm, I'm out, and I'm proud and all that-this is just a bit of a sore spot." Poor Blaine. He was stuttering and talking with his hands, as he sometimes did when he was nervous.

I started to get an idea. "This is perfect. You couldn't face up to the bullies at your school, so you can do it at mine. We could do it together."

I saw his face relax into a smile, but I could tell he still wasn't comfortable.

"But I have to say, Blaine, that if makes you feel uncomfortable at all, then we'll just forget about prom." I shook my head in reassurance. "We'll go to a movie instead."

Blaine looked at me with his big puppy dog eyes. "I'm crazy about you."

"So I'll take that as a yes?'

"Yes." I let go of the squeal that had collected in the back of my throat. "Yes, you and I are going to prom."

"Mm, mm!" I was so in love this man. "Well, baby, I have a tux to finish."

"What are you wearing?"

"It's a surprise!"

Blaine-Hummel Residence

Saying I was looking forward to prom wasn't a lie. I was. I loved being around Kurt, and when he invited me over tonight to preview his outfit, I couldn't resist. Although I had once told Kurt that his sexy faces made him look like he was having gas pains, I found the image of Kurt in a tux a very arousing one. Kurt was incredibly sexy, just by being who he was. His confidence and sense of self was one of the things I loved most about him.

There it was. Love. I knew I was in love with him. I fell hard as I heard him sing Blackbird that day, and every moment spent with him afterward only made that feeling grow. As I sat on the couch in their living room, I pictured us on prom night. It would be fine. Everything would be fine.

"So you think it's cool if I jam with you guys at prom?" I asked Finn as he sat on the couch.

"Yeah, totally," he replied as he sipped his milk.

"Good news, boys," Burt called, as he removed his jacket.

"My buddy Enzo from the tux rental shop is giving you half off."

"Sweet," replied Finn with a smile.

"Yeah, so what are you going to go with?" I liked Burt. I was actually jealous of the relationship Kurt had with his dad. Burt was so supportive of Kurt. I wish my dad and I were even remotely close. I hadn't even mentioned to him that I was going to prom, especially not with Kurt.

"I'm going simple-black, thin lapel collar-very discreet."

"Know what I wore to my prom?" asked Burt with a smirk. "I wore a powder blue tux with a ruffled shirt and a big velour bow tie. Looked like Tony Orlando."

"Was that a designer?" I asked.

No," Burt laughed as he sat down to read the paper.

At that very moment, Kurt slid into the room. His tux jacket was gorgeous. He was stunning. I looked down, and I saw it. A kilt. He was wearing a kilt. Oh Blaine, look up, eyes up. Pure thoughts. Who was I kidding? He was stunning, and so hot.

"Because half of it is already off," Burt teased.

"My ensemble is an homage to the recent royal wedding and the late Alexander McQueen. I had to make it myself. There is simply nothing off the rack that is suitable for the young fashionable man in Ohio." I smiled. He was adorable and fearless.

"Dude, that rocks. It's like gay Braveheart," remarked Finn. I liked Finn. He had been a lot more supportive of Kurt lately, and I knew that Kurt loved having him as a brother.

Kurt spun around, and the kilt swirled around, demonstrating how it moved. His smile was glowing. Oh, he was so sexy. But then I started to worry. He couldn't wear that to McKinley. Dalton, maybe. Actually, there might be a few guys there that would love one too, but not at McKinley. This wasn't going to go well. Burt wasn't thrilled either.

"I don't like it," Burt remarked.

Kurt remained optimistic. "Well, of course you don't like it. It's not finished yet. I think it still needs, like a sash or maybe some beads," he remarks, walking over to me, and turned around, so that I was staring at his ass." My jaw dropped.

"I'm not going to stop you from wearing it, but I have to be honest- I ...I think you're just trying to stir the pot a little bit. I think you're trying to get some attention.

"Exactly. What's the point of dressing up? I mean, that's why some guys wear the tails with the top hat and, the girls wear the hoop skirts. I mean, Blaine, help me out here."

Oh man. Talk about being put on the spot. I swallowed. "I think your dad has a point." Oh, there it was! That icy glare, that he usually only used when he was pissed off.

"I-I think what he's trying to say is that we just don't want to give anyone a reason to cause any trouble."

Thankfully, Burt chimed right in. "There's a lot of bad people out there, Kurt, and they're a lot worse than this Karofsky kid, and all they're looking for is a match to light under the fire of their hate. Now, of course I, I want, I want you to be yourself, but I also-I want you to be practical."

Kurt sighed. "I have done everything right. Now, Blaine, I understand that after what you've been through, you're worried, but prom is about joy, not about fear. So I'm wearing this suit. I worked hard on it, and I think it's fantastic, and if you don't want to join me, I completely understand."

Crap. He was upset, and I understood his reasons. Kurt had his pride, but he could also be so oblivious to others sometimes. He was a romantic, a believer in what the world should be instead of the reality of what it was. I loved his optimism and hopefulness. He dreamed of one day being able to walk down the street, hand in hand, like any other couple. I had the same dream, but I didn't see it happening here in Ohio for a long time. Kurt felt that the only way that would ever change is to be who he was in spite of their hate. I loved that about him too. Actually, I was just absolutely in love with him. I knew it was too early to say it, but it was getting really hard not to blurt it out. I wanted to save it for the right time.

Kurt-McKinney Gymnasium

Blaine and I walked into the door side by side, though I wished we could've walked in side by side. We had a wonderful dinner together at my house, then we headed to McKinley. He was gorgeous in his simple black tux. We met in the choir room first with the rest of the Glee Club to talk about the setlist. I was sitting out from performing, although I was proud that Blaine was going to perform. Blaine and I had a blast dancing to "Friday. Of course, Rachel insisted on singing her ballad. Blaine and I stood side by side and remarked how nobody was left out, even though it clearly was a lie.

Both Santana and Karofsky were clearly terrified of messing up their images by letting people find out the truth. I greatly appreciated them both, even though Santana was only using me to win Prom Queen, and Karofsky didn't want his secret getting out. He told the football team that he was only doing it as part of the agreement he made when I came back to McKinley.

Finally, Principal Figgins walked onto the stage to announce Prom King and Queen. Honestly, I didn't really care one bit about this part. I was in Glee Club, and I was gay. There was no way I would ever be on a ballot for Prom King. Finn had been kicked out by Sue, so I didn't really care who was named king.

"Roll the drum please. And this year's Junior Prom King is...David Karofsky. The crowd applauded and cheered. Their scheme had worked. Santana clapped wildly for her date as she said told Quinn she sucked. She did look beautiful, but I would've almost preferred anyone else as prom queen. And now, your 2011 McKinley High Prom Queen...with an overwhelming number of write-in votes is…

"Wait, write in votes?" Wait, who else could it be? I tried to think of junior girl that didn't get nominated already. Everybody hated Rachel, so it couldn't be her. Although it would've been awesome if it was Mercedes, I didn't see that happening. It could be Britney. I definitely never in a million years expected what happened next.

"Kurt Hummel"

I stood there stunned. Blaine turned and looked at me, as shocked as I was. Nobody clapped or cheered, with the exception of one person. I looked around and saw disgust and hatred on the faces of my classmates. I stood there in silence for a moment, then bolted out the gym doors.

"Kurt!" I heard Blaine running right behind me, but I was too embarrassed to stop. He and dad had tried to warn me and I didn't listen. He was right.

Blaine-McKinley Hallway

I was horrified. I expected hate speech or even physical altercations, but never anything like this. This was planned and orchestrated by a group that clearly hated Blaine for no other reason aside from the fact that he was gay. I was so proud that I had Kurt, but these bigoted people weren't even ashamed what they did not him.

"Kurt, Stop, Kurt."

"I've never been so humiliated!" he sobbed.

"Kurt, stop. Stop Kurt! Please, just stop. Come on."

"Don't you get how stupid we were? We thought that because no one was teasing us or beating us up, that no one cared. Like...like some kind of progress had been made. But it's still the same." He looked so sad and defeated.

"It's just a stupid joke."

"No, it's not. All that hate-They were just afraid to say it out loud, so they did it by secret ballot. I'm one big anonymous practical joke." He sobbed.

""I'm so sorry, Kurt," I said, trying to console him.

"I'm not going back in there. No way!"

I didn't blame him. The attack I had endured at the Sadie Hawkins was the result of three guys that wanted to take their hatred out on us, but this was carefully orchestrated and planned out. My heart broke for him.

"Would you at least sit down? He had been pacing frantically. I didn't want him to bolt again. Do you want to go? We don't have to go back in there." I wanted him to understand that I was beside him no matter what.

"Wasn't this prom supposed to be about redemption? About taking away the lump you had in your throat for running away? If we leave, all it's going to do is give me a lump, too."

"So what do you want to do?"

Kurt sighed. "I'm gonna go back in there and get coronated. I'm gonna show them that it doesn't matter if they are yelling at me or whispering behind my back. They can't touch me. They can't touch us, or what we have." He knelt down in front of me.

I looked at him. I looked at him intently. He was absolutely amazing. I would have ran had it been me, but he was still here, courageous and proud of who he is, and proud of us. I was absolutely in love with this man.

I leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. "Kurt, you are amazing. I love you."

Kurt looked stunned. I had planned to say it on a special occasion, but it had just slipped out.

Those gorgeous eyes sparked, and his smile broke through on his face. He kissed me again gently.
I handed him a tissue. He wiped his eyes, and sighed.

I extended my hand out to him.

"Are you ready for this?"

He nodded and he headed back into the gymnasium.

Kurt-McKinney Gymnasium

Ladies and Gentlemen, your 2011 Prom Queen...Kurt Hummel.

Principal Figgins placed the crown on my head. I took a deep breath and smiled. They couldn't me. They couldn't touch us. "Eat your heart out Kate Middleton.

The crowd applauded.

"And now behold the tradition of our 2011 Prom King and Queen sharing their first dance."

Crap. I forgot about this part. I told Blaine that I was ok. He offered to walk me in, hand in mine, but I told him that I was ok, and that I needed to walk onto that stage on my own, but now I wasn't so sure. I breathed deeply as Dave walked toward me.

"Now's your moment."

"What?"

"Come out. Make a difference."

Mercedes and Santana started singing "Dancing Queen."

"I can't," Dave sighed, and left me standing alone in the middle of the gym floor.

I stood there alone for a moment, and then I heard his voice behind me.

"Excuse me. May I have this dance?" He held his hand out to me, just like a Disney prince in those fairy tales I had watched as a child. I really had been humiliated, but nothing was ever going to change if we left. I had fought this battle of hatred and bullying for so long, that I hadn't realized that I didn't have to fight alone anymore. I had Blaine, who was more than willing to fight right along beside me. I was the prom queen, and I had my own prince right beside me all evening, one that loved me completely. He had always defended me from anyone that tried to hurt me. He was my knight in shining armor, even though it took him awhile to ask me out. Blaine loved me. He loved me, and he proclaimed it out loud tonight.

"Yes, yes you may." "Blaine," I whispered in his ear. "I love you too."

He took my hand and smiled, dancing with me proudly. Rachel started dancing, and then the rest of the Glee kids joined us. The balloons dropped down on us, and I realized that this moment was perfection.

We finished our dance, and went to get our portraits made. I put my hand on his shoulder, and we both flashed a smile for the camera. No matter what else happened, this night was absolutely was perfect. I would never forget this night. Blaine and I were in love, and that was the best way to conquer hate: Love.

Author's Note: I hope I didn't disappoint you guys. I'm sorry I've taken such a long break. I'll try to write another one while I'm on break. Don't forget to read and review.