So I'm relatively new to FanFic and just found out how to look at your stats, and see how many hits and visitors my stories have, and wow. I was very pleasantly surprised! I didn't realise how many people had read this, but it was a lot more than the ones who've saved me or it as a favourite or got story alerts, and... yeah. Wow. So I just wanted to say now, thank you so much for reading this. Honestly, you have no idea how much this means to me! I've never really had anything I've ever been good at, so seeing that people actually like my writing makes me extremely happy.
Also, I wrote this qite a while back and totally forgot to upload it. Seriously, I'm like three quarters of the way through chapter 10. So sorry about that, guess you won't be waiting long for the next chapter! :D

'How do you do it?' Finn grumbled to his step-brother as they helped each other with homework after school one Friday. Blaine was stuck at home, undergoing another one of his father's attempts at 'bonding' – basically the two trying out some hobby deemed manly, all conversations focused heavily on football, cars, and nice girls in the neighbourhood. Blaine just smiled through it, politely declining all offers of dates, ensuring that he was perfectly happ. It seemed that Mr Anderson couldn't grasp the fact that he actually gay, but at least his efforts were harmless enough.
'Do what?' Kurt asked absently, scribbling down notes in his book easily; McKinley was such a walk in the park compared to Dalton.
'Stay with Blaine,' he clarified, causing the other boy to glare viciously.
'What's wrong with him, exactly?' Came his sharp reply.
'Nothing!' Finn announced, throwing his arms up in defeat. 'That's the point! You never argue or anything. And I'm stuck here with Rachel and Quinn, two of the most high maintenance girls in Ohio.'
Kurt smiled. 'We just talk things through a lot. When I told him I was moving back to McKinley, I didn't open it up to discussion. I just left, and things got kind of bad between us. If we'd have talked through it then we would have saved those few days of not even knowing if we were together. It was awful.'
'It sounds it,' responded Finn, and for a second there was only the sound pen against paper as he crossed out his incorrect Calculus answer.
'You know I'm always here if you need to talk about anything, right?' Kurt asked, wanting him to know. 'And I may not like girls, but I do know what to say to them. I could be of some use.'
Finn beamed at him, dopey but endearing, and Kurt thought it was odd that at one point he'd had actual feelings for him; now he felt more like his brother.
'I'm glad our parents got married,' the tall boy confessed. 'Even if you did have ulterior motives at first.' He smiled deviously and Kurt swatted him over the head with his book.
'Don't worry, those motives are long gone.'

Blaine came over the following day earlier than normal, considering they'd missed out on seeing each other the night before. Kurt kissed him happily when he opened the door, heading to his room with his boyfriend in tow. They sat on his bed watching TV as Kurt filled him on the latest gossip Mercedes had told him regarding her and Sam – who had started dating ever since prom – in the hopes of hearing Sam's side of the story from Blaine; the two boys had became really close.
'Are you okay?' He interrupted himself halfway through the tale after noticing Blaine's complete lack of enthusiasm. The boy looked up at him with troubled eyes, looking guilty.
'Something happened last night,' he confessed.
'O...kay? Should I be worried?' Kurt asked levelly, trying to keep calm.
'No! No, it's just... don't be mad, okay?' He panicked. Kurt didn't respond, other than by taking a deep breath.
'Yesterday, my dad and I were bonding, right?' – Kurt nodded stiffly – 'Well, he told me to go put something nice on, 'cause we were going out for dinner. So I did, and...' he swallowed, looking even more guilty now.
Just get on with it! Kurt thought desperately, wondering what could have possibly happened.
'When we got to the restaurant, there was this girl there. My dad had set me up without even telling me, and then he just got back in the car and drove home, and I had to go to dinner with this girl because I couldn't tell her I didn't like her, she seemed really, you know, keen.'
Kurt tried to suppress a giggle, pressing his lips together in a tight line. Blaine misunderstood the action for something else, and his eyes widened.
'But nothing happened, Kurt, I swear! We just had dinner and I made small talk and then I left. I didn't walk her home or anything, I promise!'
'Did you kiss her?' Kurt asked, and it was becoming harder not to laugh, even though he knew he shouldn't tease his poor boyfriend like that. No matter how funny it was to see him sweat.
'No! Of course not! I-I'm gay, remember? I mean I know after the whole Rachel thing you might be a little dubious, but it really didn't mean anything, and I...' but the rest of his sentence was cut short by Kurt's lips on his, and Blaine could feel the smile pressing against his mouth.
He pulled away reluctantly. 'So you're not mad at me?' He asked hopefully.
'Why would I be mad at you, silly? If you had been set up on a date with a boy, it would have been a different story. But I am very certain that you are gay. It sucks that your dad did that to you, though.' He added, not wanting to be insensitive and just laugh it all off.
'I actually think it was good he did it,' Blaine countered. 'I mean, he totally shouldn't have forced me into it, but at least now he can't give me the whole 'you haven't even tried dating girls' thing. He didn't believe me when I said I'd went on a date with Rachel, so now he knows I've dated a girl. And it still didn't change me.' He said the last part with a proud grin on his face, and Kurt thought it was just awesome that his boyfriend was happy with who he was. He was happy with who Blaine was, too.

'Uh, Blaine?' Kurt asked, nervously, looking around the empty Dalton hallway they were all supposedly meeting in. 'Where is everyone?'
Blaine had drove out here with Kurt under the pretences of 'hanging out with the Warblers' since they hadn't seen them in a while. Kurt agreed enthusiastically – 'Maybe Nick and Jeff finally started dating! Maybe David finally got out of that terrible relationship! Maybe Wes finally got over his obsession with that damn gavel!' (At which point Blaine had interrupted him with a scoff and an incredulous look. Wes would never get over his obsession with that damn gavel) – and they drove there the next day, straight after school.
But looking around, there wasn't a Warbler in sight.
'I dunno,' Blaine shrugged nonchalantly. 'Probably in Wes and David's room, since I told them to stay out of our way unless they wanted to die a very painful death.'
'But I thought we had plans?' He asked, completely lost.
'I have other plans,' he grinned mischievously, reaching out and grabbing Kurt's hand. 'Come on. I know a shortcut.'
They ran down the very same corridor they had all those months ago, back when they barely knew each other, but felt something way more than two strangers should for each other. Blaine stopped them both short at that famous staircase. Said staircase now was scattered with rose petals, Kurt noted in surprise. Blaine put his hands on Kurt's shoulders and guided him onto the fourth step from the bottom and stood in front of him, so they were nearly eye to eye.
'Blaine, what are you doing?' Kurt asked, a smile on his face despite his confusion; he loved how romantic his boyfriend could be.
'There's a reason I brought you here tonight,' Blaine confessed, and his voice, usually as smooth and polished as those damned oak tables Dalton was so proud of, shook slightly as he spoke. 'I brought you here because I love you. And I'll never want anyone else, I know that. When I think back to how I felt about Jeremiah... it was nothing. Nothing compared to what I feel for you. You... we're perfect together, y'know? We fit. And I trust you. I know you love me, too. I know that nothing can stop us from being together. But just to be sure...' he trailed off and rummaged in the inside pocket of his jacket, bringing back out something that made Kurt's mind reel, because ohmygod, was that a box?
It was. It was a little, velvet black box.
Blaine stared directly at Kurt's beautiful eyes, whose colour he could never truly decipher – they were the most amazing mix of grey, green and blue – but he wasn't in any rush to figure them out, not really, because he knew he could spend the rest of his life looking at them, if Kurt let him.
Slowly, he opened the box to reveal a simple silver band. Kurt gasped.
'It-it's a promise ring,' he explained nervously. 'I have one, too,' and he pointed a shaky finger to the same jacket pocket he'd kept that one in. 'I wanted you to know that it's a two-way deal. I'm yours and you're mine. If you'll have me.'
Kurt didn't know which part of that he was happier with. Then, looking at Blaine's beautifully hesitant face, he decided. Definitely the part about him being mine, he thought.
'Of course I'll have you,' he whispered, and a grin stretched so far across his boyfriend's face it seemed very nearly painful. Blaine took Kurt's left hand in his own after getting hold of the ring in the other and slid it carefully onto the third finger.
'Perfect fit,' he breathed, and suddenly Kurt had flung his arms around Blaine's neck and he was kissing him with all of the strength he could gather. Blaine kissed him back hard, pulling him off the staircase and standing him upright, all the while never separating their lips, and he knew that he had never been happier than he was in that moment.
They finally parted, and Blaine slid on his own promise ring. They both spent a minute gazing at the pieces of jewellery appreciatively.
Kurt sat back down on one of the steps, looking around the staircase, absent-mindedly toying with the new ring on his finger.
'When I came to spy on the Warblers,' he began quietly, 'I did it to get away from McKinley for a while. I wanted to fit in somewhere. Wanted to be accepted. I never dreamed of finding a school like this. Or finding a boy like you.' He locked eyes with Blaine, and the latter noticed tears forming in his boyfriend's eyes.
'I sometimes wonder what my life would be like if you hadn't came to Dalton that day,' Blaine confessed in turn. 'I like to think that we would have caught each other's attentions during our Sectionals performances. That we would have stayed on the stage at the end of the results under the pretences of congratulating each other.'
'I could see that happening,' Kurt mused with a glint in his eye. 'I'm usually very forward when it comes to crushes.'
'Me too,' agreed Blaine. 'I refer you back to the GAP incident.'
'Like I could ever forget about that.'
'Makes two of us, unfortunately.'

They decided in the end that, since they were here, they would go see the Warblers after all. Blaine had to thank Nick for the whole petals on the staircase thing anyway – since there was no way he could have done it, living so far away now – and the group as a whole for keeping good on their promise of leaving the couple alone.
When they knocked on the door to Wes and David's dorm room, it was opened by an even happier than usual looking Jeff.
'Blaine! Kurt! Hi!' He cried, flinging his arms around Kurt before the other boy could even respond to the greeting.
'Hey, Jeff,' Kurt laughed as he hugged the blonde boy back. 'How's things?'
Jeff pulled away and his eyes lit up with excitement. 'Awesome! You will never guess what happened!'
But he was interrupted at that point by Nick coming up behind him. 'Woah, Jeff, why don't you invite the two in before you talk their ears off?' He joked, slipping a hand in Jeff's, intertwining their fingers and – wait, what? – dropping a chaste kiss on his cheek.
Jeff just blushed and stepped aside, letting Kurt and Blaine finally enter the room. They were met by a chorus of 'hey's, 'how you been?'s and a loud 'did you give it to him?' from Thad, making the boys laugh.
'Yes, he did.' Kurt declared, proudly showing off his new ring. Blaine grinned, holding his hand up in turn, his new ring sitting there happily.
'Well, we're sorry to burst your bubble,' Wes started, and Blaine just smirked in his signature way; nothing could bring him down from the high he was on right now. 'But you've finally been replaced. By Nick and Jeff.'
The guys all whooped and cat-called, the couple in question grinning bashfully.
'Goodbye Klaine, hello Neff!' David shouted over the raucous, causing everyone to laugh.
'Don't worry, Kurt, I'll never forget about Klaine,' Blaine grinned at his boyfriend, kissing him on the nose.
'Me either,' Kurt laughed, catching Blaine's lips in a real kiss.

So there's that! Chapter 10 will be up soon. Reviews please!