This prompt is from Queen Elizabeth the Literate:

Kurt never transfers to Dalton, and so the boys aren't dating. Then one day Blaine just walks into the choir room in the middle of rehearsal, kisses Kurt and tells him he loves him. Then leaves for whatever reason. ? Extra points if no one in New Directions knows who Blaine is.

I found this prompt rather difficult to do, mostly because it took me a while to picture Blaine doing something so impulsive. So thank you for giving me a challenge, and I hope I did the prompt justice!


Unsuspecting

Blaine sat in the back of his father's expensive car, staring up at the high, ugly concrete walls of McKinley High and trying to convince himself that he wasn't entirely insane for thinking that it was a good idea to come here, to find Kurt again. Of course, it wasn't exactly again, because the first time it had been Kurt who'd found him. And then Kurt had promptly gotten back on his feet, somehow sorted out his problems with the guy who'd been harassing him, and turned his back on Blaine. Blaine knew that the odd sense of rejection he was experiencing was irrational and selfish - he didn't even know the boy. And, Blaine pointed out to himself, who are you to develop expectations of a poor kid who'd come desperately, in search of help and lost in more ways than one? Frustrated with himself, Blaine leaned forward impatiently and spun the volume dial on his radio until the sound of Teenage Dream was pounding loudly enough in his ears to drown out the bickering voices in his head.

Blaine knew exactly when the McKinley school day ended because of the outpouring of students issuing from the doors, and he slipped out of his car and made his way nervously into the school before he'd have time to change his mind. It wasn't until he was inside the old building and faced with the glass-enclosed main office did Blaine realize that he didn't even know where the Glee choir room would be. He became abruptly conscious of just how out of place he looked, still wearing a Dalton blazer, the tie and red piping just screaming "private school" to anybody who bothered to glance between him and the McKinley students sporting letterman jackets and sweatshirts.

A light tap on his right shoulder snapped Blaine out of his reverie, and he turned to see an auburn-haired woman wearing a pencil skirt and cardigan looking at him with large, green, slightly concerned eyes. "Do you need something, dear?" she asked kindly.

Blaine nodded gratefully and a moment later he was following the teacher's directions to the Glee rehearsal. He was walking down the corridors when from one of the classrooms he heard a high, smooth countertenor voice saying sharply, "Rachel, you're not the only person in this Glee club. There are others people besides you who deserve a solo."

Blaine's face broke into a smile at the sound of Kurt's voice. It had been so long, and yet he remembered it perfectly, and he even recalled Kurt's description of Rachel so well that he didn't have a doubt as to the owner of the bossy female voice that answered, "But I've already planned what number I'm going to do. Mr. Shue, tell him -"

"Oh, stop acting like this club is all about you," Blaine heard Kurt snap. "I know this is shock for you, Rachel, but you're not the only ambitious person in the world."

The sharp impatience and annoyance in Kurt's voice was so honest and unguarded and strangely, inexplicably familiar that Blaine forgot about all the plans he'd made about what he was going to say and found himself left with a sudden, reckless impulse to kiss this boy he barely knew.

For once, he obeyed the urge without a second thought to consequences and strode into the Glee room, moving fast, before the logical half of his brain could catch up with the one that was in control at the moment. In the periphery of Blaine's consciousness was an awareness of the stares of the entire Glee club and the surprised shout from the teacher, but at the center of it all was the instant recognition on Kurt's face. A month since they'd last spoken, it took Blaine only a glance to see that Kurt hadn't forgotten.

Perhaps it was that that gave Blaine the courage to cup Kurt's cheek lightly with one hand and tip Kurt back boldly over the seat of the chair as he kissed him, Blaine's free hand supporting Kurt's torso at the small of his back. "I think I'm in love with you, Kurt," Blaine whispered. His mouth muffled Kurt's surprised exclamation, but the noise nevertheless snapped Blaine out of the reckless rush of adrenaline that had made him do something so bold and insane… and so incredibly stupid.

He pulled away from Kurt instantly, his hands and lips tingling as if they'd been burned, feeling a flush rise beneath his tanned skin. One of the New Directions - a tall, muscular guy with a mohawk - let out a loud catcall and the whoop broke through the horror that froze Blaine in place. Blaine muttered an indistinguishable apology and moved out of the room as quickly as he'd entered, swinging the door shut behind himself and then leaning his back against it, breathing as heavily as if he'd just run a marathon. Blaine could feel the curious, overbearing stares of every Glee Club member boring through the closed door into his back and he cringed slightly.

Kurt's voice floated through the wall to Blaine's ears, soft and thin as he said "Mr. Shue, may I be excused? I should…" - Blaine bit his lip as Kurt paused - "talk to him, or something."

"Who's your secret boyfriend, Kurt?" a loud female voice asked.

In spite of Blaine's own distress, he could picture perfectly the delicate blush he knew was on Kurt's face, and he was almost smiling until he heard Kurt's response, "Santana, he's not my… he's not a secret."

"Oh really?" asked someone Blaine recognized as Finn. "Then why have we never heard about this guy who shows up and kisses you?"

Blaine's cheeks burned. Kurt hadn't even told the New Directions who he was? He heard a chair inside the room creak as someone stood up, and Blaine started off down the hallway, knowing that in a few seconds Kurt would emerge from the choir room, and not wanting to be there to face the endless inquiries that surely awaited him.

He'd hardly made it halfway down the corridor when Kurt's footsteps approached behind him and Kurt called, "Blaine Anderson, you think you can just kiss me and walk away?"

Blaine almost turned around, and the instant's hesitation was enough for Kurt to catch up and move around to stand in front of Blaine, blocking his escape with his hands on his hips and a furious scowl on his face. "What was that?"

Blaine could think of a thousand answers - That was the most embarrassing moment of my life. Or, that was me being an idiot. And worst yet, That was me confessing my love to someone I barely know. But what came out of Blaine's mouth was the most ridiculous, silly, out-of-place question he could have come up with. "Why doesn't your Glee Club know who I am?"

The question clearly surprised Kurt as much as it did Blaine, because Kurt's glare faltered and he stammered for a moment before regaining his former tone and saying, "A little narcissistic, aren't you? You may be a rockstar at Dalton Academy, but not everyone talks about you all the time everywhere."

"No, that's not what I -" Blaine stopped abruptly, because he wasn't quite sure what he had meant. After a moment's hesitation he said obscurely, "The Warblers offered to come and help me do a whole serenade thing for you, but I wanted something more… personal."

"Yes, because kissing me in front of the whole Glee club was definitely personal." Kurt said, his voice sarcastic, but the glare in his eyes softening.

"That part wasn't planned."

Kurt pursed his lips. "So you had a plan."

Blaine looked down, ducking his head to hide an embarrassed grin. "Possibly."

Kurt's hand flashed out swiftly, and took hold of Blaine's, his eyes gauging Blaine's reaction guardedly. "Well, it just so happens that I love you, too."

Blaine's head snapped up immediately. "You do? Or are you just saying that to appease me long enough for you to disappear from my life again?" Blaine arched an eyebrow.

Kurt chuckled. "As much as I find your usual dapperness attractive, you're rather entertaining when you've lost your footing." Kurt's eyes grew serious, and he smiled shyly as he continued, "And I'm not planning on disappearing again any time soon. Though it helps that I've got a thing for big romantic gestures." Kurt's thumb traced circles onto the back of Blaine's palm and he sighed softly, "I thought that if I didn't tell the Glee Club about you I could avoid all the drama they make, but seeing as that gig is up…" Kurt trailed off, pausing for effect before he brushed the back of his fingers against Blaine's cheek and finished, "how about I introduce you to them as someone more than the stranger who came bursting into our rehearsal?"

Blaine finally gave a real, genuine smile, and twisted his fingers between Kurt's as he answered, "That sounds perfect."


What did you all think? Did I get Blaine's character right? There are a whole bunch of prompts coming up that I'm really looking forward to writing, but lately I've been having writer's block, and I don't want that to ruin an amazing prompt, so sorry if my updates are slow. Review, please?