A/N: Last one. Reviews are much appreciated… I might do a oneshot for Drarry next, or maybe some Sirius/Remus. Love to those who reviewed the last one~

I don't own glee or anything else I mentioned.

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At school the day after Kurt broke up with Isaac, Glee club had their annual performance for the SAT pep rally. Blaine straightened his bow tie, patting down his puffy hair. Quinn smiled at him, brushing over his suspenders.
"Stop worrying, you're going to be great," she cooed, pinching Blaine's cheeks. Blaine grinned but pulled away, glancing briefly to where Kurt and Mercedes sat together, Kurt looking very pale, as if he hadn't gotten much sleep. Mercedes was whispering quietly into his ear, rubbing circles on his back. More than anything, Blaine wanted to be her. But he couldn't be, so instead, he grabbed some bright pink suspenders and walked over to Kurt, who was already in the black pants, button-down and pink bow-tie they needed for the performance.

"Kurt, suspenders?" Blaine asked, holding them out helpfully, giving his other hand to the countertenor to pull him up. He felt the usual thrill of electricity from the boy's touch, but firmly ignored it. Something was wrong with Kurt, and Blaine was going to help his mentor, for once. Kurt cast a sideways glance at Mercedes, and she stood up, patting Blaine's shoulder.

"I'll leave you two alone," she smiled, sending Kurt a look Blaine couldn't interpret. Kurt let out a shuddering sigh. He has been crying.

"Help me out? I'm never any good at suspenders," smiled Kurt. It was a lie- he'd been wearing suspenders since he was five- but he needed Blaine not to see his face for a minute or two.

"Sure," Blaine said easily, sorting the tangle of pink elastic in his hands. He studiously looked at the floor, getting the clips sorted out. "Turn around."

As Blaine clipped the suspenders on the back of his black dress pants, Kurt took deep breaths, trying to tell Blaine what he had meant to all day.

"Blaine?"

"Yes?"

"You know my boyfriend?"

Was it his imagination, or did Blaine's hands still for a moment? "Yeah, sure, why?"

Kurt raised a hand to fix his already perfect hair. Blaine knew it was a nervous habit and his heart sank. Please, don't have an STD or something, oh God Kurt…

"I… I, uh. Wow. Uh, I broke up with him, last night."

Complete silence from Blaine. Kurt wiped away the small tear that had appeared at the corner of his eye. He had genuinely cared for Isaac- he was Kurt's first love- and though it was getting easier every time he said it, it still hurt a little. Blaine's hands started moving, passing the suspenders up through his shoulders, and Kurt turned to face his friend's eyes. Blaine searched his face.

"Kurt- god, Kurt."

He pulled Kurt in, holding him like Kurt had held him that night when Terry happened. Kurt sniffed a little, but mostly he returned the hug, feeling Blaine's heartbeat, feeling his speed up a little bit. Kurt smiled. Mercedes was right, he mused, feeling one of Blaine's curls tickle his cheek. Isaac on the bed rose unbidden in his mind, and he pulled back just in time to keep from wincing too visibly. "Thanks. I… I can get it from here."

"Oh- yeah!" Blaine said, handing over the suspenders. Just at that moment, Mr. Schuester came sailing into the room.

"Places, you guys," he trilled, and Kurt rolled his eyes, giving the suspenders an experimental snap. The guys lined up on stage right, and the girls on stage left. They could hear the crowd rumbling through the curtains, and Blaine took a deep breath, suddenly feeling his chest tighten up. Kurt grabbed his hand without warning, and in the darkness of the backstage, Blaine was so glad that Kurt couldn't see him blush.

"It's going to be fine," Kurt murmured, swiping his thumb once over Blaine's smooth skin. "Get ready."

Blaine breathed, squeezed Kurt's hand, and let the nervous energy build, as he heard them announced, the first few bars, and they were hovering tediously close-

Artie burst out of the middle of the curtains, immediately turning right, singing all the while.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Mambo No 5
One, two, three four, five
everybody in the car so come on let's ride

The trumpets continued, and everybody spilled out into the risers. The curtains were still closed, and as Finn's part came up, everyone stood by their partner. Blaine was paired with Tina, who smiled sweetly at him and whispered, "You're blushing."

"I know," he hissed back, feeling the trumpets and trombones in his blood. He was so incredibly ready to sing.

And then the curtains were open, and Finn was strutting forward like he owned the world.

I must stay deep 'cause talk is a cheap
I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra and Rita
and as I continue you know they're gettin' sweeter

As Finn said the names of the girls he liked, each of the glee girls stepped forward, keeping a loose grip on their partner's hands. Blaine joined in with the rest of the guys,

So what can I do I really beg you my Lord
to me flirtin' it's just like a sport
anything fly it's all good let me dump it
please set in the trumpet

Mike Chang and Brittany jumped forward, leading in a very bouncy mambo. The crowd exploded, seeing their favorite dancers doing everything in perfect sequence. Blaine felt his heart swell and glanced at Tina, who was grinning at him like a Jack o'Lantern, spinning back into his arms. As the chorus finished, Blaine slid forward, knowing Kurt was doing the same on the left. During the break, they both led in solo mambos, demonstrating clapping for the crowd. Smoothly they spun in pseudo-jazz moves, popping onto their toes. Kurt was smiling at him, and now was their turn. Blaine jumped, starting off the lines, alternating with Kurt's sassy tenor.

jump up and down and move it all around
shake your head to the sound put your hands on the ground
take one step left and one step right
one to the front and one to the side
clap your hands once and clap your hands twice
and if it looks like this then you doin' it right

They wove in and around each other, mirroring each other perfectly, spilling and sliding with arms spread in a diagonal. In the background, everyone was matching perfectly, throwing in whoops and "ai-ai-ai"s for effect. Blaine clapped his hand with Kurt's, then spun around backward and clapped with him backwards, linking arms, and spinning twice till they were back to back and doing a step-kick to the side and forward. The rest of the glee club rushed forward and off the stage, freestyling for the two choruses and a huge musical break. Mike Chang and Brittany remained, dancing so hard that you could almost hear them breathing over the music. But New Directions just sang harder to make up for it. Blaine sang all up on one girl's face, noticing how apart from the crowd she was. He wrapped an arm around her to make her smile, and waited until she laughed to turn his attentions onto another person. Bonnie was two rows down, and he sat in her lap, making her laugh. Jay slapped his ass as he got up, moving back towards the stage. The New Directions members all stood in one line all down the center aisle for the last line of the song-

I do all to fall in love with a girl like you
You can't run and you can't hide you and me gonna touch the sky
mambo no 5

The roar was deafening, but Blaine soaked up every second of it. Two obviously gay boys and a very fantastic, singing, dancing show choir had just reduced one crowd to an uncontrollable mass. He couldn't stop smiling. Kurt was right behind Blaine, and he tapped Blaine's shoulder as they filtered back into the backstage.

"Are you happy?" Kurt asked anxiously, searching Blaine's face. Blaine tackled him with a hug in response.

It took three days for Kurt to finally realize that yes, ok, ALRIGHT MERCEDES he liked Blaine. He wasn't sure if that was because he was the anti-Isaac, or because Blaine was just so dorky and adorable and fantastic and beautiful in every way, and he thought he owed it to Blaine to know before he kissed him. Which he had some qualms about, to be honest. Blaine had already been through so much shit that he cringed at making the poor guy go through some more. And anyway, Blaine was practically always with his friend Terry, who was slowly recovering the ability to speak. It didn't sound good, though. Blaine always got really depressed when he mentioned it, so he didn't. To think of being so selfish at a time like this- no. No, he couldn't. Not until he was sure.

He'd managed to tear Blaine away from the hospital for one day, just one singular day, and that was only because Terry's whole family was there, along with Terry's boyfriend. Kurt surveyed Blaine as they sat together on a cold park bench, chatting. His friend (friend? Crush? None of those fit-) had dark circles under his eyes, he was growing some stubble, and his hair was completely flyaway because he hadn't bothered with gel. Kurt didn't mind. He thought Blaine was beautiful.

"Do I have something on my face?" asked Blaine, running a hand over his cheeks self-consciously without waiting for a reply.

"No, Blaine, you look great," said Kurt truthfully, watching the singer flush. "You just look exhausted."

Blaine shrugged. "It's Terry. I don't mind."

Kurt feels a pang in his chest that he recognized. He didn't name it, pushing It carefully to the side where It couldn't bother him. "Is Terry- did you two ever-?"

"No!" said Blaine, looking a little angry. "No! He's been with Michael since practically middle school. He's just a really good friend."

Kurt made a soft noise in the back of his throat. It was only then that he noticed Blaine was shivering. "Are you cold?" he asked, shifting a little closer. Blaine looked at him.

"Is Darth Vader Luke's father? Yeah. I just- I don't want to go home, Kurt," said Blaine, looking plaintively at him. Kurt half-raised an arm.

"Come on in, then," he said, and Blaine slithered under his arm gratefully. Kurt settled sat almost rigid for a moment. Blaine closed his eyes, leaning onto Kurt's shoulder, and Kurt slowly let every muscle in his body relax until he could feel all the places that Blaine was touching him. He was acutely aware of every time Blaine breathed. He closed his eyes, knowing the other boy was going to sleep. Kurt smoothed Blaine's hair with his free hand, dropping a quick kiss into the curls. Blaine was barely conscious, so he was safe.

They must've been there for hours while Blaine slept, because it was dark when he finally stirred. The soft lamplight spilled over the bench, and Kurt waited to retract his arm from around Blaine's shoulders. He made these adorable little sounds as he woke up, almost like little yawns. He raised a hand to rub his eyes, and finally Kurt pulled his arm back, dropping it down to where his leg was.

"Good dreams?"

"The best," Blaine half-moaned, and clapped a hand over his mouth. Kurt laughed and stood up. His bones ached from the cold and his arm was kind of frozen in the position it had been when he put it over Blaine's shoulders, but he couldn't have felt better. Blaine was sitting looking- well, incredibly adorable, and also well rested. Kurt glanced at his watch and pulled his phone from a pocket he hadn't been able to get at while Blaine was sleeping on him.

"It's almost seven thirty. Want to go somewhere to eat?"

Blaine stood up, blushing slightly, but smiling nonetheless. "Somewhere Interesting?"

"You know it," sassed Kurt, grabbing Blaine's hand and pulling him after him down the dark park pathways.

In the end, they went back to the restaurant they'd been at so many weeks ago. It was loud in there, but Blaine didn't mind. He was hoping he could stay silent for a while so he could get his feelings all sorted out and into their proper place. Kurt was just so- well, wonderful- and he couldn't believe that he'd just sat there for hours while he slept. It was more than anyone would have done for him, ever, and Blaine was quietly freaking out as he sat across the booth from Kurt, their knees touching just enough so he felt sparks from the other boy.

Blaine perused the menu with a ferocity that only people who are scared of talking use, and Kurt tactfully kept the silence between them, letting the loud disco music of the girl currently singing thrum through his chest. Finally, when he was just starting to feel nervous, Kurt spoke.

"What are you getting?"

Blaine shrugged, smiling over the top of the menu at Kurt. "Not sure yet. You?"

Kurt shrugged as well, and silence reigned.

When they finally spilled out the doors and into the crushing silence of the night, that was when Kurt couldn't take it anymore. He pulled Blaine's hand until they both got into the car, and then he started driving.

"Kurt? Where are we going?" asked Blaine tentatively.

"Do you trust me?" Kurt asked in reply.

"Of course."

"Then don't worry, you'll be home before ten."

Kurt drove, losing himself to the repetition of the road. Blaine settled in, reaching for the radio knobs. Instead, Kurt's hand ghosted over his, making Blaine shiver in his seat.

"Here, you might like this," he smiled, and without warning Celine Dion spread through the car. Blaine closed his eyes and leaned back, letting French wash over him. Kurt let his head go and just drove until they reached a small park. He pulled in to one of the three parking spaces.

"Come on," he murmured, and both boys got out of the car and scuffed into the snow-covered park. It was silent under the trees, and there was no light but the moon and starlight. Blaine breathed in softly through his teeth, looking at how beautiful the moon was. Kurt did the same, only looking at Blaine. God, I've fallen hard, the countertenor thought, gently taking Blaine's hand and leading him to an open gazebo.

"Wait here-" Kurt ordered, and ran back into the car, turning Celine up until she was washing softly over the scene, accentuating the silver of the snow and the pines. Blaine looked confused until Kurt appeared in front of him, taking his hands.

"Let's dance."

And they did, waltzing around and around inside the gazebo, breath clouding into each other's hair. Kurt softly breathed out, feeling this pressure building inside him- he had to tell him he knew it was selfish and totally unfair but-

"I love you…" whispered two voices in unison. Blaine drew back and looked at Kurt, and Kurt did the same for Blaine.

"Are you sure?" asked Blaine. Kurt nodded, and nodded, ceaselessly, drinking in everything that was Blaine.

"Are you?" he asked, and Blaine blushed a little, shoving glasses up a little farther on his nose.

"I- yes- I love you," Blaine repeated.

"I love you too."

And Blaine was drawing inward, not sure about the mechanics but sure about his intentions. Kurt caught his breath and leaned in as well.

When their lips met, it was like fireworks. Blaine's mouth was soft and warm and sweet and Kurt just wanted to kiss him forever, but unfortunately humans need to breathe. When Blaine leaned back, Kurt took him in his arms. No matter what it took, no matter how much Blaine needed him, Kurt knew: he would always be Blaine Anderson's safe haven.

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I do hope you liked it~ I will take requests, though I can't guarantee I will do all of them. Reviews are love, and thanks for reading! –QueenAzule (song was Mambo No. 5)