Sorry for the late update. I was hungover for the whole day after the formal and the next night I went to Harry Potter at midnight and then for the past two days I've been getting ready for my trip.

Anyway, just to clear something up:

Karofsky was not kicked out of school for being a closeted homosexual. He wasn't kicked out of school at all. He was taken out of school for being very depressed and confused. Key words: taken, not kicked; very depressed, not a closeted homosexual. I mean, he IS a closeted homosexual, but... whatever.

x

Alice

P.S. Did anyone watch Darren at the Deathly Hallows NY premier? HOW FUCKING CUTE WAS HE? AH!

Chapter Ten: Remember that night

Sweet kisses, soft and sure. Tongues dancing for dominance as they lay on the couch, bodies pressed close together like they need to become one. Kurt's eyes flutter and he gasps as Blaine's lips graze his neck, soft kisses trailing down to the exposed collarbone.

Kurt's breath is shaky. His hair is messed, his toes are going numb. Blaine's mouth lifts from Kurt's neck and his hazel-gold eyes hit Kurt like a train. Blaine's perfectly full lips make soft shapes as the words flow out...

"Kurt, I love ."

Kurt's hand swung over to turn off the alarm by his bedside table, the dream escaping him in the last grasps for unconsciousness. He felt the phantom of Blaine's kisses on his lips, but other than that the dream remained lost in the darkness behind his eyes.

He groaned and looked at his digital clock where the date flashed. Mentally he counted the days until the dance. Three. That also made it day nineteen of being with Blaine. Almost three weeks. In fact, Kurt realised, the Sadie Hawkins dance marked the three week point.

The thought made him feel strangely sad. Despite Mercedes' constant insistence that she would be perfectly fine with Kurt taking Blaine to the dance instead of her, Kurt didn't want to let down someone who meant so much to him. And, furthermore, McKinley wasn't ready for it.

Ever since Karofsky had been transferred (Kurt didn't want to know to where), Azimio had been more than making up for the abuse Kurt would have missed otherwise. Not to mention the constant begging of the Glee kids to fess up what the big deal was. If McKinley couldn't handle something like this, no way would they be able to handle a same-sex couple (that is, one that wasn't Brittany and Santana...)

Kurt went to the bathroom and showered briefly before slipping into his Alexander McQueen blazer and a pair of red skinny jeans, an outfit that he knew would gather looks and possibly scorn. But fashion, Kurt believed, was above that sort of pettiness.

School had turned into a flavourless mush over the past few weeks. The winter had turned even colder, from pleasantly brisk to Baby It's Cold Outside-esque frostiness. Class usually involved huffing and puffing into his hands so that they stayed warm enough to write, and Glee revolved around Rachel trying her darndest to convince everyone that every time the cold air got stuck in her throat or she had a bit of a cold that the world was going to end.

God forbid if Rachel was off key once in her whole life.

Kurt made his way through the busy hallways, clutching a coffee in a gloved hand. The heat of the drink seared all the way through to the flesh on his fingers and made him feel a bit warmer.

Glee club had been better recently, Kurt reflected. Schue had obviously taken his crazed tirade to heart because the last few weeks had been filled with challenging, teen-appropriate themes and originality. And Miss Pillsbury gave Kurt understanding smiles whenever she passed him in the halls, though they hadn't really spoken since she officially announced to him the reason for Karofsky's transfer.

"I think you deserve to know the truth," she had told him.

As Kurt opened his locker and glanced at the picture of Blaine, now surrounded by two polaroids and a photo booth session of them together, he thought about that. Truth.

If anyone deserved the truth, it was the Glee club. They were there behind him, always ready to help. They deserved honesty.

They deserved to meet Blaine.

"I was thinking..." Kurt began as he poked at his sushi aimlessly with his chopsticks.

"That's dangerous," Blaine joked, leaning over the table and stealing one shushi roll, popping it into his own mouth.

Kurt just smiled up at him, "I was thinking you should meet the Glee club."

Blaine smiled and swallowed. "And by that you mean that you think I should meet your friends."

"You've met Finn," Kurt continued, finally daring to have a piece of sushi, "And Mercedes. But that's two out of, like, thirteen."

Blaine just took Kurt's hand across the table. "I'd love to meet your friends."

After all, Blaine reasoned, Kurt had met his friends. His semi-insane friends. And Kurt's friends were a huge part of his life and it would be absolutely silly not to want to meet them.

Blaine suggested that because he had a free period that afternoon, he would come over for Glee rehearsal and meet all of them. Kurt was a little bit worried that the drive to and from Dalton would be too much...

"It's like two and a half hours by car that way," Kurt frowned. "And we meet halfway for lunch and it's still a huge distance."

Blaine simply smiled and shook his head. Kurt really didn't get it, did he? He didn't get that miles felt like metres and that hours were seconds to him, now. That was what it felt like.

"I'll tell you what," Blaine offered. "I'm playing a gig tonight at the cafe, not just as ambience music but as an actual performer, which is cool. My friends are going to be there, and you should come and bring your friends and we can all explain how non-spying this is."

"This?"

"Our relationship," Blaine explained, taking a defensive sip from his coke.

Kurt turned a fetching shade of pink at that and looked out the window to hide it. Blaine just smiled to himself and watched Kurt eat the remainder of his sushi.

It was pouring with rain, ice rain that refused to turn into snow. Kurt and Mercedes were huddled up in the corner of the cafe, closest to the heater. The rest of the Glee club hadn't arrived yet, which was good. Because neither had Blaine. David and Wes, the two Dalton boys who Kurt had met on his first trip there, entered the doorway with umbrellas before spotting Kurt in the corner.

"It's the Spy!" Wes shouted happily before walking briskly up to Kurt and Mercedes. David smiled broadly at Kurt as Wes introduced himself for Mercedes.

"Spy, have you seen Blaine?" David asked quizzically.

"Yeah, he's not usually late for a gig like this."

Before Kurt could ask what that meant, a gaggle of girls and boys rushed through the door and pushed to get as close to the makeshift stage as possible.

"Most of those girls," David explained, "Are from our sister school or beyond. People around those parts think Blaine is like a god or something."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "And I take it that they have no idea he's gay?"

Wes laughed, sitting down beside Mercedes, "It's not like he pretends to be straight, but what the girls don't know can't hurt them."

The fact bothered Kurt only slightly, because he (of all people) knew how fabulously gay Blaine was. They would have endless discussions about Prop 8 and the like, he loved musical theatre and (most importantly) he loved kissing Kurt, which was just about all the proof needed.

A few minutes later, Rachel, Artie, Finn, Puck, Santana, Brittany, Mike, Tina, Quinn and Sam all came through the door as well, dripping from the rain. Puck was pushing Artie through the crowd of girls, nodding suggestively at the ones who hadn't bothered to change out of their uniforms.

"Nothing's hotter than a girl in a skanky uniform," was his greeting to Kurt as the group reached the table.

"I'll take your word for it," Kurt raised his eyebrows, causing Wes and David to laugh.

"Oh, we're Blaine's friends," Wes pointed out, introducing himself and waving a little shyly.

"Where is Blaine, anyway?" Finn asked, obviously excited to be one of the only people who had previously met him before.

Kurt was about to open his mouth to say 'I don't know' when Blaine, soaked from the rain, burst through the doors. Without even acknowledging his friends in the corner, he peeled off his wet jacket and ran a hand through his damp, untamed curls. Then, probably freezing in nothing must a moist white t-shirt and jeans, he took to the stage and picked up the guitar.

"Sorry I'm late," he breathed into the microphone, which sent a wave of giggles through the girls in the audience. His eyes flicked to the back of the room, locking with Kurt's. Kurt grinned unabashedly back, which lit up a smile on Blaine's face.

"That's Blaine?" Santana asked, leaning in to Kurt's ear.

Kurt nodded.

"Damn," was all she said, before Blaine's guitar was strummed twice and he said...

"Well, I'm Blaine. And this is Stutter."

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