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Chapter eleven


"Kurt, I –"

"No, Blaine."

"Can I ju –"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll withhold sex."

"I'll withhold our relationship."

"Please tell me you're joking."

"Try me."

It was a long standing argument between them. Whenever Blaine brought up the idea, Kurt always shot it straight back down. Blaine normally just let it slide, but his patience was wearing thin as of late.

He leant back against the lockers, gazing pleadingly at Kurt. "Tell me again why you don't want to go to prom with me?"

Kurt sighed, slamming his locker shut and turning to look at Blaine. "It's not that I don't want to, Blaine. Prom's just not my style."

"Not even for me?" Blaine stepped closer to Kurt, clasping his hands together in a begging gesture.

Kurt pushed him away, though he chuckled. "Why are you so desperate to go anyway?"

Blaine looked shocked, pushing away from the lockers and taking Kurt's hand as they made their way to lunch. "Kurt, prom is a rite of passage! You can't have an adequate high school experience without going to prom!"

"Fine then," Kurt conceded, "you go."

Blaine visibly deflated. "Okay, let me rephrase that. You can't have an adequate high school experience without going to prom with a date."

Kurt shrugged. "I can get you a date. Santana's positively gagging for it since Puck went off with Lauren Zizes" - they shuddered simultaneously in disgust - "I'm sure she'd go with you."

"Kuuurt," Blaine whined, "I don't want to go with Santana! I want to go with you!"

"Well then, you're in for disappointment," Kurt told him, smirking.

Blaine huffed, leading the way into the cafeteria and placing his bags down on a table with Kurt. "I'm just going to get some food," Blaine told him, kissing his cheek and heading off towards the lunch queue.

Kurt nodded, resting his chin on his hand as his eyes wandered listlessly across the cafeteria. After a few moments, Santana smacked down her tray of food opposite Kurt, making him jump.

"Santana!" He shrieked. "You scared me!"

"That was the idea, sweet cheeks," Santana told him, smirking as she slid into the seat. "So, Hummel, word on the street is that you're refusing to go to prom with your bite-size boytoy. What's up with that? Prom's just like a glorified hook up and there's a guarantee of sex on prom night; it's like a rule. And if you're there, you can cheer me on when I win prom queen."

Kurt glowered at her. "Prom's just not my scene."

"Whatever, Hummel. Considering you're practically married at the moment, I'd say that you're on a sinking ship. I know you still like being a badass but there's nothing badass about being the only one not going to prom," Santana scolded him, raising a judgemental eyebrow.

"I don't know, Santana," Kurt protested, but she cut him off.

"If you come, I promise we can laugh at all the ugly girls trying to squeeze into dresses three sizes too small. That includes Karofsky," Santana said, smirking, picking idly at the food – if you could call it that – on her lunch tray.

Kurt looked up at her, eyes bright. "You promise?"

"You have my word, Hummel."

At this moment, Blaine returned, dumping a tray of food on the table and sliding into the seat next to Kurt's. "Hi, Santana!" He greeted, smiling brightly at her.

Santana rolled her eyes. "See, Kurt? He's so eager; he'll probably blow you on the dance floor. It's a win-win situation. Besides, I need a dance partner. Puck's ditched me for Zizes and I bet Blaine dances like Rachel Berry on acid. That's not something you want to be seen with."

Kurt snorted, Blaine shooting him a confused look. "Even though I have no idea what you're talking about, I can assure you I don't dance like my sister," he said, defensively.

Kurt chuckled, patting his arm. "Of course you don't, Blaine."

Blaine looked pointedly at the lack of food in front of his boyfriend. "Er, Kurt, aren't you eating today?"

Kurt shook his head, rubbing his flat stomach mournfully. "I want to lose three pounds. Quitting smoking – as per your request, let me remind you – gave me a serious case of the munchies and I just can't rock that look."

Blaine shared an incredulous with Santana before practically leaping across the table and attacking Kurt's mouth with his. Santana watched with feigned disinterest as the two boys kissed, turning her bitch glare on anyone who so much as gave them a second look. The pair eventually pulled away, panting for breath.

"Not that I'm objecting," Kurt started, voice high with breathlessness, "but what was that for?"

Blaine gripped Kurt's hips, pulling him close and looking into his eyes. "You do not need to lose any weight, you hear? You're perfect," he leant forward, whispering in Kurt's ear, his voice low and sultry, "and I would know, because I've seen every single part of you and I love it all." He placed a kiss behind Kurt's ear, leaning back and smiling at the look on his boyfriend's face, his eyes darkened with lust.

"My, my, Eyebrows, I must say I'm impressed," Santana appeased him, smirking; "I didn't know you had it in you."

Blaine flushed, all of his earlier confidence disbanding.

"Besides," Santana continued, unfazed by Blaine's obvious discomfort, "watching you guys get your mack on is super-hot. Why the hell didn't I think of this before? Seriously, any time things are getting steamy between the two of you, you call me up. Aunty Tana has needs too, you know."

"Yeah, right, Santana," Kurt scoffed, leaning over and stealing food from Blaine's plate, smirking at him as he did so.

"Kurt, why do you think you need to lose weight?" Blaine pressed, giving him a look of disbelief.

Kurt shrugged. "I don't know," he said, rising from his chair, "but I guess if I'm going to prom with you, I need to look my best." And with that, he sauntered away from the table and towards the food hatchet.

Blaine turned back to his food for a few moments, clearly not having registered what Kurt just said. Santana smirked down at her food, counting down the seconds until Blaine realised.

3, 2, 1…

The clattering of fork hitting plate and the chair scraping the floor sounded as Blaine hurried out of seat and across the cafeteria after his boyfriend. "Kurt, wait! What did you say? Kurt, stop!"


Finn had insisted on Kurt getting ready for prom with him at the Hudson home, to which Kurt had begrudgingly obliged. With five minutes to spare, Kurt knocked on Finn's door, impatience starting to sink in.

"Finn! Come on, move that monster arse of you, let's go!" He called, continuing to bang on the door.

"Just a minute!" Finn yelled back, "Wait for me downstairs!"

Kurt sighed, trudging down the stairs, adjusting his suit jacket uncomfortably. He was in a simple black suit, complete with a white shirt and thin black tie. He'd insisted that the outfit looked hideous, but he'd made the grave mistake of going suit-shopping with Carol and Finn, who'd protested that the outfit was perfect for him.

Carol was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs, beaming. She was still getting used to the introduction of her step-son back into her life and she couldn't be more thrilled. The two of them had always gotten on well and though Kurt had changed a lot since his father's death, they still managed to make it work.

Carol knew she had Blaine to thank for this, but Kurt had shown immense courage in letting back in the part of his life that his dad had occupied. Carol grinned at Kurt as he approached, clapping her hands together.

"Kurt, you look so handsome!" She exclaimed, eyeing him proudly and pulling him into a hug.

Kurt momentarily stiffened and Carol worried that she'd overstepped the mark, before Kurt's arms wound round her and he returned the embrace. "Thank you, Carol. But I'm never going to get to prom," he raised his voice accordingly, "if Finn doesn't hurry the hell up!"

"I'm coming, dude!" Finn yelled, his sentence punctuated by the sound of a door slamming. He emerged at the top of the stairs, fiddling with the package in his hands. He descended the stairs, taking them two at a time in his haste, nearly missing a few on the way. "Dude, Rachel's gunna go mad if I haven't got this corsage thing right. Are you sure it's okay?"

Kurt patted his arm sympathetically. "Finn, it's fine. Why you agreed to go with Rachel, I have no idea, but sure she'll love it." Kurt glanced at the clock, wincing. "But you're already 5 minutes late to pick her up, so good luck!"

Finn looked down at his watch in horror. "Shit! See you later, Kurt, bye Mom!"

"You better make sure Rachel's dads get some pictures, Finn, I need photographic evidence of this night, you hear me?" Carol yelled after him as he rushed out of the door. She turned back to Kurt, smiling. "What time's Blaine picking you up, dear?"

Kurt looked wristwatch. "He should be here in a few minutes, though it wouldn't surprise me if he was early, you know what he's –" He was cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing.

Carol gave him a knowing smile, pushing him back up the stairs.

"Carol!" Kurt protested. "What are you doing?"

"Haven't you seen any films, Kurt?" She scolded him. "You need to make a staircase entrance! Go! You can come down when he's here to see you in all your glory, now get up those stairs!"

Kurt rolled his eyes, but rushed up the stairs, peeking out between the banisters to catch a glimpse of Blaine. Carol went to the door, making sure Kurt was hidden before pulling it open and smiling warmly at Blaine. "Hi!" She greeted. "Come on in. Kurt should be down in a few seconds. You look lovely, Blaine."

"Thank you, Carol," Blaine replied, smiling.

"Kurt!" Carol yelled, signalling that it was time for his entrance.

Kurt rolled his eyes momentarily at the ridiculousness of this whole situation, before fixing a smile on his face and descending the stairs, eyes locking with Blaine's as soon as he came into view.

Kurt almost tripped down the stairs at the sight of him. He'd known his boyfriend was attractive – hell, it was blatantly obvious to anyone with eyes that he was attractive – but Kurt had never seen him look like this before. His hair was un-gelled – and Kurt immediately resolved to destroy every trace of hair gel that lived in Blaine's bathroom – and he was wearing a white suit, having obviously consulted Carol on what suit Kurt was wearing, that complimented his skin tone beautifully, which a black shirt and white bowtie underneath. He looked breath taking.

Blaine's eyes were fixed on Kurt, his pupils blown. The black suit that he was wearing was finely tailored, showing off every single line and curve of Kurt's lean body and his legs seemed to go on forever. He'd taken out his piercings and his hair was pushed back into a smooth coif. Blaine's breath caught in his throat. Kurt looked incredible.

The two boys met at the bottom of the staircase and Carol discreetly looked away as they shared a kiss, wanting to give them some privacy.

"You look beautiful," Blaine murmured, splaying his fingers on Kurt's waist and holding him close.

"As do you," Kurt replied, smiling coyly at Blaine and leaning in for another kiss.

As they pulled away, Blaine chuckled. "Was that Finn I saw running past me?"

Kurt laughed. "Yeah, he's late to pick up Rachel."

Blaine winced. "She's gunna go mental."

"I know," Kurt sighed, "relationships, huh. Who'd bother?"

"Sounds horrible, nothing I'd be interested in," Blaine replied, smiling up at Kurt adoringly. "Have I told you that you look beautiful?"

"Yes, Blaine," Kurt replied primly, skirting past him and making towards the door. "Bye, Carol!" He called, reaching out a hand to open the door.

"Kurt Hummel!" Carol shrieked, running out of the kitchen, camera in hand. "Don't you dare think that you're getting away without a photo! Blaine, get in next to him, would you? You two are just so adorable!"

Kurt rolled his eyes, sighing and shooting an apologetic look at Blaine, who just smiled, wrapping an arm around Kurt's waist and smiling for the camera. Something warm bubbled inside of Kurt, swirling around his insides and making him dizzy. So this is happiness, he realised, sidling closer to Blaine.


As much as Kurt hated to admit it, prom was fantastic. Though the days of homophobic slurs and hateful comments were long gone, he'd had his reservations about how accepting prom would be of a gay couple. But all of his worries had been for nothing.

He and Blaine had spent the entire evening joined at the hip and no one had so much as batted an eyelid – a surprising number of people had even greeted them warmly. Things had changed so much and Kurt was having a hard time keeping up, but he knew that as long as he had Blaine, things could only get better from here.

Principal Figgins mounted the stage, hesitantly tapping the microphone with his finger. "Testing, testing," he mumbled and when he was satisfied with the volume of the microphone, he continued. "Can I have all of the candidates for prom king and queen on stage please?"

Rachel, Santana, Quinn and Lauren mounted the stage from one corner, while Karofsky, Puck, Finn and Sam entered from the opposite end.

"And without further ado, I will announce the winners of prom king and queen. Your McKinley High prom queen of 2012 is…" he paused, glancing amongst the students nervously before pulling the sheet out of the envelope, trying to juggle the two crowns he held in his other hand and read the paper, "Santana Lopez!"

Kurt clapped wildly, whistling and catcalling for Santana, earning himself a wink from the newly appointed prom queen. Applause burst from the audience and Santana grinned impishly, thanking them all in a short speech as the crown was placed on her head.

"And," Figgins continued, opening the second envelope, "your McKinley High prom king of 2012 is…Kurt Hummel."

There was a sick, silent moment where Kurt thought it was all a joke. He thought everyone was laughing at him and that he'd been voted in through a cruel prank.

But then the applause started, people were clapping him on the back and chanting his name, pushing him through the crowd and onto the stage. Blaine was grinning brightly, pride shining in his eyes, Karofsky giving him an encouraging smile from the crowd and Santana threw her arms around him as he reached the stage.

"Congratulations, Kurt," Figgins exclaimed, placing the crown onto Kurt's head. He turned to the crowd, smiling brightly and taking Santana's hand.

He was prom king alongside his best friend. He was at prom with the guy of his dreams. He had a home to go to and a boyfriend that loved him.

Kurt Hummel was on top of the freaking world.


Kurt had never been one for slow dancing. But dancing with Blaine was indescribable. The boy held him in his arms so carefully, as if he was something precious that could break at any moment. Their bodies were pressed together and they shared breaths as they gazed into each other's eyes as they danced.

Blaine was staring at him with such adoration and love in his eyes that Kurt's breath caught in his throat for a moment. There was a time not so long ago when he though that he'd never have any of this. He never thought he'd be able to feel a fraction of the things he felt for Blaine.

And that was what scared him most. He felt everything for Blaine.

Kurt loved him. He loved him so much that Blaine was all he could think about when they weren't together and the only thing that mattered when they were. He was the one, the one that started the fireworks and emptied a cage of butterflies into Kurt's stomach every time their eyes met.

He was the one that Kurt had been looking for forever.

And Kurt could do nothing about it. He simply clung to Blaine tighter, surrendering to the piece of his heart that whispered to never let go.


Kurt pushed back Blaine's sweaty hair, dropping a kiss onto his forehead as they lay in the hotel bed; Blaine sprawled across Kurt's naked chest, both breathing heavily as they came down from their highs.

"Have I changed your mind about prom?" Blaine whispered after a few moments of silence. He looked up at Kurt, eyes full of hope.

Kurt chuckled. "Maybe," he conceded, smiling. "Seeing as I'm prom king, I can't really hate it now, can I?"

Blaine grinned. "There's no one more deserving," he told him. "I was so proud of you, Kurt. This means something. This means attitudes are changing and that people are willing to accept us. I – I'm just so happy, Kurt. Right here, in this moment with you, everything's perfect."

Kurt let out a sweet sigh, leaning down to press his lips against Blaine's. "I couldn't have said it better myself."

Blaine's eyes lit up before he closed them again, snuggling closer to Kurt. "I love you," he whispered, slipping into unconsciousness.

Kurt gazed down at Blaine's sleeping form, heart screaming one thing and his head another. Eventually, he wrapped his arms tighter around his boyfriend, closing his eyes and allowing himself to drift. As sleep tugged at the corners of his subconscious, he whispered, "I love you, too, Blaine."


TBC...

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