Kurt and Blaine weren't getting along as well has they had been before. Just the other day, he'd called Blaine out on getting all the solos. While Blaine was flattered for getting them, he knew he was nothing without the amazing people that backed him up. Then again, just because the council kept offering him the solos, didn't mean he had to accept them either.
Just when he was going to apologize and tell him he was going to have them hold auditions, Kurt was nowhere to be found. No one had seen him all morning and Blaine wondered if he'd called in sick. Or worse, if something had happened with Karofsky.
Just as they were getting through a heated debate about what they'd be wearing to Regionals, Kurt appeared, dressed in black.
Pavarotti was dead.
At first Blaine was worried for how upset Kurt was over the bird. Sure it was tradition for everyone to get a Warbler, but no one here still had their bird. Wes's cat had eaten his, Jeff's had escaped and Blaine's died thanks to leaving his window open. Cold winter air did not please the little bird. Kurt had been so anal about taking care of his bird, he could understand why he was so upset to lose him.
And then he sang.
For a few weeks now, Blaine had fought with himself. The urge to kiss Kurt, to ask him just what was going on. How he'd been so blind. There had been sparks, feelings for Kurt he didn't know if he should trust or not, but this past week had been enlightening. First, how brave he'd been in the courtroom, then his performance in Newsies and now, here he was, raw emotion while he sang one of Blaine's favorite Beatles songs.
It hit him. He knew exactly how he felt about Kurt. He was that boy Blaine dreamed about, wished he knew. He spent all his time with him, they got coffee everyday. He knew Kurt's coffee order and could usually tell what he'd get for lunch. They did homework together, movies. Jesus Christ! They'd been on dates!
Blaine looked up at Kurt. It was like he was singing to him. Just him. No one else in the room. He couldn't help but smile, even though Kurt was in tears.
He was in love. Kurt deserved someone to watch over him, to show him how wonderful he was. Blaine had been that person all along and now, more then ever, he ndded to step up. He was sure, Kurt was the one.
The song had ended and Kurt thanked them for backing him up. The rest of practice went well enough, but Kurt sat out, taking to his homework by the window. Blaine couldn't stop watching him. He wanted to catch him after practice, but he wondered if it was the right time. Was there ever a right time? But when they'd finished their last number, Kurt left without a word to head home.
That night at dinner, Blaine tracked down David and Wes. "Guys, I need to talk to you."
All three of them took their trays walking into the dining hall. "It's about solos. I don't think I should be singing alone."
"But Blaine. This is our last stop before Nationals. You have the best voice in the group. You have to sing!" Wes grabbed a salad and moved down the line.
"I'll sing, but I think it should be a duet. I think it would be much stronger- don't give me that face. Come on!"
"Blaine, don't whine," David said, asking for a piece of pizza. "Where did this come from? The set list has been figured out for weeks now. For you to want to do a duet would mean changing the line up. We're a week away from the contest and we've lost time to practice because of the musical."
"I'm not whining. Come on, who do you think I want to sing with?"
Wes and David looked at one another then back to Blaine.
"Kurt."
"Yes."
"Blaine-"
"Hey!" Blaine said, pushing his tray down behind them. He'd yet to grab anything off the line. "You guys heard him sing today. I tried to get you two to give him a solo after his first audition. He was AMAZING. The only reason you didn't give him one was because it was his first time and you wanted to set an example. And then you sent ME to shut him down. He's been worthy of solos since he got here and if he didn't prove that today, then when is he going to get a chance?" Blaine's voice echoed in the dining hall, some people at other tables glancing over to see what the fuss was about.
"Guys, he's ready. He's been ready and it's time to give him a chance to shine. His old school barely gave him that chance. We're different. We see how talented he is and surpressing that is criminal."
"You have a crush on him, don't you?" Wes asked.
"Yes and it's killing me slowly. I haven't talked to Kurt about it yet. He needs this."
David and Wes sighed. "Okay." David said, nodding for them to follow to a near by table. "You think of a song, we'll tell him tomorrow he can have a solo with you."
"No!"
"God Blaine, what do you want? We're giving him a solo." Wes crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair.
"Well, yes. I know. I want that. Go with that, but if you just suddenly give it to him, he's gonna know something is up. We've got to play this out. Put it to a vote. Make it fair. As badly as I want Kurt to have this, I want to be fair to the other guys."
"Begging us to give your crush a solo isn't really fair," Wes commented.
"Focus." Blaine held his hand up, eyebrow raised.
"Sorry."
"All right, we do this your way. But what happens if the guys don't go for it. A lot of them wanted solos too, you know." David started in on his dinner.
"If they vote it down, then it was a group vote. I want Kurt to think this was done fairly. But they won't vote it down. You saw how they all reacted to his solo this afternoon." Blaine drummed his fingers on the table. "You guys are the best. Thank you."
"You just better think of a winning song for us, Anderson."
"If I don't then I will serinade your grandmother as much as she wants David." Blaine winked as he got up from the table, trotting out of the dining hall in triumph.
The next day, it was put to a vote and just as Blaine had assumed, the group was unanimous. Kurt would be singing with Blaine. The way Kurt's face lit up made Blaine feel so fantastic. The stage was set, they'd have to spend more time together now. All that was left was-
"-I have to tell him," Blaine said, his head down on his desk, staring out the window. Jeff and Nick were sitting on their desks, watching their friend suffer.
"But he wants to go out with you. Or kiss at least. This should be a snap." Jeff had to assume that Kurt would feel good about Blaine liking him. If he liked him as much as that Rachel girl said he did.
"What if he doesn't though? I've been so distant, what if he gave up?"
"He can't let you down as harsh as that Jeremiah kid," Nick said, shrugging at Jeff. He didn't even get girls, so who knew how Kurt would react to Blaine's confession. "Blaine come on. You got this! You go in there, you tell him how you feel and then... well..."
Blaine looked up at Nick.
"You know," he said looking at Jeff, who nodded. The two of them pretended to make out, causing Blaine to turn away, holding his face in his hands.
"Stop."
"Okay we suck at guy love, but you get the idea," Jeff said. "Just tell him dude. We've been rooting for you two for WEEKS now."
"Really?"
"YES!" they both yelled at once. Blaine blinked in surprise. How did everyone else know this before him? The bell rang for the end of the day. Getting up, Blaine sent a text to Kurt.
Where are you?
A few minutes later, he got a reply.
Common room.
"Good luck, Blaine," Nick said, waving goodbye to him.
Blaine looked down the long hallways, exhaling slowly. His nerves were getting the better of him. He was alone in the hall and he started to walk faster, heading towards the common room.
Could be!
Who knows?
There's something due any day
I will know right away
Soon as it shows
It may come connonballin' down through the sky,
Gleam in it's eye,
Bright as a rose!
Who knows?
It's only just out of reach,
Down the block, on a beach
Under a tree
I got a feeling there;s a miracle due
Fonna come true,
Coming to me!
Could it be? Yes it could
Spmething's coming, something good
If I can wait!
Something's coming, I don't know what it is
But it is With a click, with a shock
Gonna be great!
Phone'll jingle, door'll knock
Open the latch!
Somthing's coming, don't know when but it's soon
Catch the moon
One-handed catch Around the corner
Or whistling down the river,
Come on- deliever
To me! Will it be? Yes it will
Maybe just by holding still
It'll be there!
Come on something, come on in, don't be shy
Meet a guy
Pull up a chair!
The air is humming
And something great is coming
Who knows?
It's only just out of reach.
Down the block, on the beach
Maybe tonight...
Blaine stopped outside the common room, seeing Kurt inside. He was working on something. All he had to do was walk in.
Twenty minutes later, Blaine was still standing outside the room. Kurt must have been focused on his project to not see him yet. "Just go in and tell him how you feel." Shaking it off, Blaine straightened up, fixed his tie and stepped into the room. He was going to tell Kurt exactly how he felt.
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Blaine pulled back from the second kiss, more breathless then the first. It paid to tell people how you felt. "Really Kurt, we should practice..."
"Blaine shut up," Kurt said pulling him in again. He'd been waiting for this man to kiss him for months! They could sing for the rest of the night if it made Blaine feel better, but this was glorious kissing time. Time he felt they needed to catch up on. His lips crashed into Blaine's standing up now with him, his fingers lost in Blaine's dark locks.
There was no protest from the other boy who matched the kiss. The stayed like this for several minutes, before they finally pulled back for some air.
"You have, no idea how long I've wanted to kiss you..." Kurt breathed, leaning against the table.
"Seeing as you almost bit my lip three times, a while?"
Kurt blushed, finger moving up to rub his top lip. There was a smile on his face brighter then the one he had when he found out he was getting a solo. This pleased Blaine greatly. He sat next to Kurt on the table, his hand taking Kurt's again. "Sorry it took me so long. I told you I was crap at this relationship thing."
"Well now we can figure it out together."
"That sounds perfect." Blaine kissed Kurt's cheek. "Coffee?"
"Sounds good. Is this our offical first date?"
"No, this is just routine. Our first date is going to be a lot more special." Blaine waited for Kurt to pack his things, before he took his hand and walked out the door. Kurt felt his phone go off in his pocket. It was a text from Karofsky.
Talked to my parents. Everything's cool. Thanks.
Kurt smiled and looked back at Blaine who waved to Jeff and Nick. They seemed to geek out a little at their holding hands. Maybe they knew something he didn't. At this moment in time, Kurt could care less. He'd gotten the boy in the end
The End Disclaimer: Thanks everyone for reading! I'm glad everyone enjoyed :) Please, leave reviews! Helps me write more and sometimes gives me an idea or two ;) All the best and happy reading!
