The Secret Admirer

A/N: I don't think I got my five reviews for the previous chapter. But I'm aching to finish this thing, so, here you go. Reviews, flames, still very much appreciated. I can use them to burn this thing they call a hospital bed in which, I am currently strapped in. Enjoy the fluff. Spread the virus.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own. Don't sue. Thank you.

WARNING: BOY x BOY shenanigans. But of course, you knew that right?

Chapter 6: All Along, All This Time

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Blaine then moved to capture his boyfriend's trembling lips.

"Mmm… Blaine," Kurt murmured as he felt a surge of electricity course through his entire body as Blaine's lips touched his.

"Kurt, I…"

"Shh, shut up Blaine," Kurt told his boyfriend. "I thought that you wanted to show rather than tell?"

Blaine smiled right against Kurt's cherry-flavored lips.

"Hmm…"

With that low moan of affirmation, Blaine began to deepen the kiss. The dark-haired junior started to lick a line under the taller boy's lower lip – the act which elicits the most wonderful sound to ever escape Kurt's lips in Blaine's opinion. As he gained access into the countertenor's mouth, his tongue met little opposition. In fact, it was more than welcomed by its counterpart. It was not a battle for dominance, but a frenzied dance of passion.

Kurt thought that he would already lose his sanity as Blaine began to lightly suck in the tip of his tongue; sure enough, they have kissed many, many times before, but it never felt like this –Blaine was true to his word. He let his actions do the talking for him and Kurt was hooked. It seemed that Mr. Anderson's method was getting the message through loud and clear. Kurt's knees were quickly turning into jelly in the middle of the darkened auditorium –he already completely forgot about their frustrating predicament, and was just drowning in the wonderful sensations that Blaine's lips were bringing him. Another sigh escaped Kurt's lips as he clung on to his younger boyfriend.

"I take it that I got your attention?" Blaine teased, pulling away slightly. It was pitch dark, and they both cannot see a thing, but for some reason, Kurt knew that the junior was smirking. Kurt scowled. But instead of a bitchy come back, he answered Blaine's question by pulling the boy closer to him once more and crushing their lips together. Kurt then began to make soft, biting motions on his boyfriend's lower lip. A low chuckle escaped the latter's throat.

"I'll take that as a yes,"

With that, Blaine wrapped his hands tighter around Kurt as he resumed the task of ravishing the older boy's cherry lips.

Lips connected, tongues danced, fingers threaded through locks of hair, hands touched, bodies intertwined –Kurt thought that it was the single, most perfect moment ever.

Blaine loved him. In the middle of the dark auditorium, his fears were reassured. Kurt couldn't help but feel as if he were to burst at any given moment.

"Oh Blaine," he sighed as his lips were given a quick break when Blaine began trailing feather-light kisses down Kurt's jaw line.

"Hmm… what?" Blaine moaned right back.

"How do I start to tell you, when I don't know how to begin?" Kurt whispered breathily. He wanted Blaine to know how much he really loved him. And the words… the poem he wrote couldn't be any more than appropriate. Kurt continued whispering as Blaine rained the crevice of his neck with more kisses.

"It's supposed to be a simple 'I love you', but there's so much more I see within…"

Blaine was entranced by Kurt's voice that it took him a few seconds to realize what his boyfriend was actually saying. He frowned against the soft skin of Kurt's collarbone.

"How do I try to even explain… how I truly feel for you?" Kurt gasped in the dark. "Certainly no words are enough to contain, no matter how hard I try to…"

Blaine stopped completely. He pulled away from Kurt.

"Kurt –you – what are you –reciting?"

Kurt stiffened slightly at Blaine's confused tone. But then, he sighed.

"The poem I made. I know it's not that good –you're the wordsmith between us two, but – but I felt that it was exacting on how I really feel –"

"You –you mean it was you?" Blaine asked. He could not believe it. "I mean, you wrote it? It was you all along?"

Now, it was Kurt's turn to be confused.

"Whatever do you mean it's me? Of course it's me, Blaine Anderson! I wrote that stupid poem that you seem to hate so much! Who else would do something idiotic –"

Blaine suddenly burst out laughing. Kurt scowled.

"You'd better tell me what's funny, Anderson, or you're dead meat!"

"Oh, God, Kurt," Blaine gasped in between peals of laughter. "I was so stupid –"

"So it seems," Kurt huffed.

"No, no, it's not that –" Blaine took a deep breath trying to control his laughter. "I didn't think it was you –"

"WHAT? What are you going on about?"

"The poem, Kurt, I thought it was from someone else."

Kurt frowned.

"Is that why you wanted to break up with me? You think some other crazy hormonal dude just professed undying love for you through a stupid poem? You think –you got yourself a secret admirer, is that why you were scoping out –"

"Kurt," Blaine reached for both of Kurt's hands. His hands were so soft. "That was never my intention. Yes, I wanted to know who this supposedly "secret admirer" was, but it was never to replace you. I had wanted to tell him off, tell him that I was already madly in love with you and that he did not stand a chance." Blaine gave Kurt's hands a gentle squeeze. "But I thought of hiding it from you, hoping to avoid this particular awkward misunderstanding… turns out, I should've just told you in the first place." He finished with a smile. Kurt's eyes were wide like saucers.

"You –you mean…" Kurt yanked his hand away from Blaine. "Ugh, God, what a mess! I'm never reading Yeats again!"

"Why not?" Blaine teased.

"I should never attempt poetry again, ever!"

"I loved the poem Kurt, it was, uh, inspiring…"

"Stop patronizing me Anderson," came the gruff reply. Blaine smiled. He wrapped Kurt in a tight embrace

"No really, I loved it. I did because of all the emotion that came with it. And the effort –"

"The effort?" Kurt asked raising his eyebrows. "Really?" Kurt pulled away slightly from the embrace. If there was any light, Blaine swore that Kurt did it to stare into his eyes. Instead, Blaine reciprocated the act by bringing Kurt's hands over his chest, directly above his heart. Kurt could feel the steady beat against his palm. He let out a deep breath.

"I love you, Blaine Anderson."

"I love you more, Kurt Hummel."

"You'd better! You'd better not think otherwise –that there's some other crazy loony guy out there who would write you love poems and put up with that absurd amount of gunk on your hair!"

Blaine laughed.

"You're crazy, you know?" He teased.

"I'm your crazy," Kurt retorted jokingly as he leaned in for another quick kiss. "Now get us out of here. Call your reinforcement, Sergeant Berry and let's go home!"

Blaine froze.

"Uh…"

"What?" Kurt asked, sounding surprised. "Don't tell me you did not plan this, Blaine? I was thinking that you did plan this with that nosy Rachel – oh God, we're stuck here! We are really locked in for the night!"

"What? Me? No? I –" Blaine stammered. He brought his cell phone out. Still no signal. He tried to yell out to the ears beyond the locked doors, hoping that they were still listening in, but it has been hours.

"Uh, lights please? We've already sorted it out!"

The lights never came on. Kurt smacked Blaine's arm.

"You did or did not plan this? Blaine, ugh! No way in hell I would be stuck here tonight! Do something!"

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A/N: There you have it. The end. Fin. I know it's sort of abrupt and hanging, but I really wanted to finish this right away. Anyway, I might do a sequel or a one shot between Blaine and Rachel the following day. You never know. I'm fickle-minded… Anyhow, please feel free to give me your feedback so that I can improve on my other ongoing stories. That button below? He's your friend. You heard Kurt, do something! Review! Review! Review! – Eastwoodgirl