"You are not to go anywhere else but this wedding."
"Yes, Dad."
"You are not at any point allowed to be alone with this boy."
"Yes, Dad."
"If people try to take pictures of you—" Kurt lifts his pant leg to show off his matching, but unstylish, tennis shoes. Burt nods in approval. Kurt thought it was a little much to have to wear tennis shoes in case he had to make a quick escape but he couldn't blame his father for being worried. Despite the situation, Burt cracks a smile. "I'm not overbearing, am I?"
"Only slightly, Dad," Kurt responds, dropping his pant leg so he can style his hair some more. He didn't know what one was suppose to dress or look like at a surprise wedding, but he didn't want to look bad in front of a bunch of celebrities. Namely, the celebrity he's falling in love with.
He's still not certain he's going to follow through with Santana's favor. His heart seems to scream yes while his brain yelps a big giant NO, and the two can't seem to come to an agreement. It's not fairing much better between reality and fantasy. Kurt can't seem to get himself to believe that there's even a small chance Blaine would ever consider him a romantic option, yet at the same time, he can't be entirely sure that all the signs Santana pointed out are just in his head. He can't talk to his dad about it because if it were up to Burt, Kurt wouldn't date until he's thirty. Kurt can see his father looking amused in the mirror. "Do you enjoy watching me flail like a fish?"
"A little. You're just like your mom. She used to have the biggest crush on John Stamos. I never got it."
Kurt smirk. "You never had a crush on a famous woman before?"
"Not like you guys," Burt says. Kurt shakes his head in disbelief. Burt chuckles. "Well, I MAY have had a small crush on Alannah Myles."
"The Black Velvet singer? You had a crush on her?" Kurt asks. Not because it's a bad choice; it's just kind of obscure. Burt shrugs.
"What can I say? She was hot. She still is actually. Her voice alone, wow—"
"Ah,ah,ah, NO! This is getting dangerously close to a sex talk and I want nothing to do with it."
Burt scratches the back of his head as the look of entertainment suddenly fades to awkwardness. "Well, actually… I kind of want to talk to you about that."
The blood rushed into Kurt's head—spreading to his cheeks and into his ears. He's been dreading this day since 4th grade when they separated the girls from the boys and learned the first little bit about that little thing parents always assured 'they'd understand one day.' Kurt knows how it usually goes; either the father speaks to his son about sex or the mother to her daughter. It's not so easy for Burt and Kurt—they don't like the same sort of people. It's hard for Burt to put himself in Kurt's shoes or Kurt in Burt's so even though they know what it's like to be attracted to a rockstar, Kurt doesn't know what it's like to crush on Alannah Myles nor does Burt know what it's like to crush on Blaine. It's a testament to their relationship—they got each other; they just don't understand each other.
Kurt did understand that couldn't escape this talk—might as well do it now before it became a lurking shadow. Kurt sits down on his bed. "Just so we're clear; Blaine and I are not dating and there is no possibility we'll be having sex." Kurt says the word with disgust. Burt's mouth lifts a little at the corners at that. "Or any kind of relations at this wedding or prom, is that clear?"
"Hey, hey, I'm not exactly thrilled about this either. There are a million things I'd rather be doing than talking about this, but if you're not doing this with Blaine—"
"Which I'm not."
"You'll be doing it with some other kid in New York. I'm not so naïve to believe you'll be a thirty-year old virgin." Really? Because Kurt believed he might be for a long time. "So, let's just get it over with. Then I can say I did my fatherly-duty."
Despite his words, Burt squirms uncomfortably. He wrings his hands together and taps his foot across the floor. This time, Kurt smiles in amusement. It's actually kind of endearing to see his dad try so hard. "Ummmm, well, uh…you know how protection works right?" Kurt nods. "Good, good. So, I guess you only have to worry about condoms. No birth control or anything like that. Though I guess you still have spermicide but that's only if you want to be extra safe. Never, ever have sex without a condom—no matter how familiar you are with someone."
"What if I'm married? Obviously you did that otherwise—" Kurt gestures to himself. "I wouldn't be here."
Burt rolled his eyes. "Condoms can break, you know."
Kurt's eyes widened. "Are you telling me I was an accident?!"
"What? No. You were planned! I'm just saying that it happens and…" Burt trails off with a frown when Kurt starts laughing. "You know, I'm going to start getting really creative if you don't knock it off."
"Sorry, it's just hard to take this seriously. If I didn't joke about, I'd be plugging my ears and singing to drown it out."
Burt grumbles something under his breath and continues. "Whatever. Protection. Use it. You can reevaluate your options once you're married but it does keep things cleaner." Burt laughs as Kurt makes a face. "Well, it's true! Didn't you pick up on that when you washed Carole and my bedroom sheets—"
"Dad!"
"See, I told you I could get creative," Burt says proudly. Kurt narrowed his eyes. "Not so funny now is it?"
"Can we slap a bow on this? Blaine's going to be here any minute and I think I've been traumatized enough for two life times." Burt wraps an arm around Kurt unsurely, like he doesn't know what to say to sum up a lifetime of information in a short conversation. More likely, he probably doesn't know how to do so without embarrassing himself or his son.
"Listen Kurt, next year, a lot of big things are going to happen for you. You're going to go to place where people will get your greatness more than they ever did here. That's gonna make you confident and that's great. With confidence, you're going to feel immortal, but the truth is, you're not. You can get hurt and have your heart broken just as easily as you can here and I just want you to protect it. You're something unique, kiddo and everyone's going to want that when they see it. Don't throw yourself around because you're worth more than that. I don't care if he is a rockstar…" Kurt would roll his eyes if he weren't so moved. For all their joking and teasing, his dad has always been there for him. He realized nothing would change once he got to New York, but for whatever reason, he feared his dad might pull away from him. In this moment, he feels like nothing could be farther from the truth; the distance would make his father cherish him more. "You're worth more than him to me."
"I'm not surprised to hear that but thanks Dad. I really mean it." Their doorbell interrupts the moment. Kurt gasps. "Oh my god, he's here! And I'm not done yet! My hair is still a mess and I'm going to go to a celebrity wedding looking like a freak and…"
Burt waves his hand and stands up. "I'll keep him occupied until you're ready. Just don't take too long."
Kurt considers this for only a second. It doesn't take more than that to determine that's a bad idea. "Uh, Dad…"
"Hurry up. You don't want to be late," Burt almost sing-songed (and Burt Hummel didn't sing anything cheerful unless he had something up his sleeve) before closing the door behind him. Kurt sighs, knowing what just happened to him is nothing compared to what is about to happen to Blaine.
()
Blaine stands at the door, checking the cuffs on his shirt again. His stomach tightens while his heart beats a little faster. He's never been simultaneously so elated and nervous before. He thought he might never be again.
It's not long before he's corrected—it's Burt, not Kurt, who answers the door. "Oh, hello Mr. Hummel. Is Kurt ready?"
Burt gives Blaine an overly friendly smile. It reminds Blaine of when the Grinch smiled when he cooked up the evil scheme to steal Christmas presents from the Whos. "He'll be down soon," Burt says, leaning against the doorway. "So, whose wedding is it again?"
"Um, the drummer of my band, David. He's getting married at Dalton Academy, just so you know where we'll be," Blaine answers. Burt makes a drawn out 'ah' sound.
"And what time will you be bringing my son back?"
"Oh, uh, well… We're having the reception there too, I'm not sure when exactly…" Burt's fist squeezes and Blaine realizes just how much bigger it is than his. Burt's made it very clear he doesn't care that Blaine's famous; if he feels Kurt's in danger, he's not above hurting Blaine. "I was thinking 11 at the latest?"
"How about we make it 10 just to be on the safe side? At the latest," Burt warns and Blaine swallows. He's a trained boxer and is better shape than he's ever been in his life but he knows Burt is way stronger than he'll ever be. It's amazing how someone who so obviously cares for his son could look so deadly.
Blaine nods. "Yes sir."
"Good, good. I don't know if I need to tell you what will happen if that curfew's broken, Blaine. Do I need to tell you? No, I think all you need to know is that it would be very bad. I'm not the kind of guy you want to make mad. Kurt's really smart, but me, I don't think things through well. I probably wouldn't even consider the consequences of hurting such a superstar," Burt's smile fades as he leans forward. "But I don't need to tell you about that, do I?"
"Dad, leave him alone!" Kurt says appearing in the doorway. Blaine smiles gratefully and then more pleasantly because wow, Kurt looks amazing. His suit is impeccably black without a single hair or spot on it. His hair is styled way from his face but has volume like a wave coming on the beach. Furthermore, he's wearing a sparkling white rose brooch. It complements the white of Blaine's suit jacket very well. Blaine could easily believe Kurt was the famous one and he was the adoring fan. Kurt gives Blaine a small, apologetic smile. "His bark is worse than his bite, I swear."
"Uh-huh. We could go with that," Burt says. He gives Kurt a hug and pats him on the back. "Keep your phone on and have fun. Love you. I'll see you at 10."
"I will, I love you too, and …10?" Kurt asks. Burt shuts the door at that moment so Kurt turns to Blaine. "Did he give you a curfew and threaten to do something bad if you didn't follow it?"
"I don't mind. We'll easily be home by 10."
"That's not the point but I guess it doesn't matter." Kurt shakes his head and looks Blaine over, his eyes glimmering. "You look very handsome."
Blaine tries to hide the glow that's surely coming from such a compliment from such a beautiful person. "Thanks, but I think everyone will be looking at my date today. You're absolutely stunning."
Kurt blushes and clears his throat. "Thank you. Just to warn you, if you keep being, well, you, then I might melt into a puddle of fanboy. It's like being escorted by a damn Disney prince," Kurt says, trying to hide his evident embarrassment with his attitude. He then adds excitedly, "Oh! I almost forgot!"
He pulls a red rose from behind his back and extends it towards Blaine. Blaine peers at the flower as his grin grows bigger. "Is that for me?"
"Of course, it is. Since you're doing so much for me as my prom date, it was the least I could do as your wedding date. Besides, shouldn't the best man be wearing a rose?" Kurt teases, pinning the flower to Blaine's lapel.
"Technically, David doesn't have a best man—the whole band is just kind of standing up for him. It's still awesome. Thank you so much." Blaine looks up to catch Kurt's eyes as he just finishes pinning the flower. Kurt's eyes are changing colors right in front of him—from light, teasing blue, to dark, alluring emerald. He glances down to Kurt's mouth where pink, moist lips beckon Blaine. It would be so easy to lean forward and claim them in a kiss. Burt Hummel and the world be damned. Kurt licks his lips but pulls far enough away for Blaine to snap out of it.
"We should get going or we'll be late," Kurt breathes quietly. Blaine takes a deep breath and nods. He escorts Kurt to his (well, Wes's) car and they're off on the road. Along the way, they talk about prom and the plans Kurt has been making. Blaine talks a little bit here and there about his new album, but mostly, he focuses the conversation on Kurt. In his the back of his head, however, he thinks about how close he was to kissing Kurt and he can't decide if that would have been a bad thing or a good thing.
The night's not over yet, he decides.
()
"There you two are! Hurry up! David and Katherine's parents will be here soon!" Trent hisses, pulling Blaine and Kurt into the music room. It's been filled with chairs arranged in rows with a rather small aisle between them. Up front, a large arch, covered with bluebonnets and red roses, stands where Jeff is waiting with a bible in his hand. Kurt's surprised that there really aren't that many celebrities besides The Warblers and the well muscled men with no shirts and bow ties who Kurt could only assume were Katherine's back-up dancers. Blaine had mentioned this would be more of a family affair, but Kurt didn't think family was such a limited affair. There was a group of boys about Kurt's age off to the side that were wearing Dalton uniforms. Blaine looks at them fondly and Kurt realizes they must be the current Warblers.
Trent extends his hand to Kurt. Kurt jumps when it appears. "Hi, I'm sorry, I don't we've had the pleasure. I'm Trent."
Kurt regains his composure and shakes his hand. "Kurt. It's very nice to meet you." Blaine chuckles warmly in his ear.
"You have to watch Trent, he's good at unintentionally sneaking up on people." Blaine says.
Trent huffs and cocks his hips while crossing his arms in front of him. "It's not my fault you guys are always doing sneaky stuff! You make me sound like a spy or something!" Trent then calmly turns to Kurt. "These guys like to pick on me."
"It's because you're the cutest, Trent," Blaine says matter-of-fact. Even though he said it in a platonic way, Kurt feels the slightest heat of jealously flare within him. He pushes it down before he can embarrass himself.
Another person comes up—a man with dark hair, dark eyes, and a cleft chin—holding a small little girl, a toddler really. Kurt can't help but notice how fashionable she is with the top layer of her straight black hair clipped away from her face with a red flower. Her dress is also blue with red lace to match the Dalton colors. She looks so much like the man (with her tiny cleft chin, dark eyes and straight black hair) that they're obviously father and daughter. Blaine smirks and embraces the man.
"Thad! And you brought my little Fifi!" The girl squeals with delight when she sees Blaine, making grabbing motions with her hands. Blaine picks the girl from his friend's arms and smiles at her. "How's my favorite love bug?"
"B!" the girl cheers, wrapping her arms around Blaine.
"I thought she'd be happy to see you," the man, Thad, says with a smile, pulling back from Blaine to look at Kurt. "I recognize you from the papers. You're the famous Kurt Hummel I've been hearing about. I'm Thad."
"The long lost Warbler?" Kurt says and then meekly shrinks because it seems odd he knows that. Thad, Blaine, and Trent laugh it off, so Kurt tries to do the same. "And who's this adorable little girl?"
"This is Sophia, Thad's daughter. Fifi, can you say hi to Kurt?" Blaine asks. Sophia tilts her head with a smile and waves at Kurt. Kurt heart melts both at how adorable Sophia is and how great Blaine is with her. "We were hoping since Thad's going to be up front with us, maybe you she could hang out with you while the ceremony is going on?"
"I would totally be grateful," Thad adds. Kurt's shifts a little in his spot because he's never really spent time with a kid as young as Sophia before. Blaine seems to sense this and waves it off.
"Don't worry about it. Sophia's a piece of cake."
"Cake?" Sophia asks hopefully, looking around. The boys laugh and Thad leans over to place a kiss on her forehead.
"We'll have some later if you're good for Kurt, okay?"
She nods enthusiastically and they laugh again. They hear someone towards the front yell "Places everyone!" Blaine grabs Kurt's hand and takes him and Sophia to the front row, right towards the end. Blaine then gently gives Kurt the toddler.
"It's okay, right?" Kurt isn't entirely sure, but he couldn't say no to those hazel eyes—or Sophia's for that matter. Kurt moves his head in agreement and Blaine gives him a grateful look. "Thanks! I'll make up to you."
"I could think of a few ways," Kurt says before he can think about it. His face, which has been pink all day, is now nearly tomato in color. Sophia giggles and pats Kurt's cheek while Blaine, who seems surprised at Kurt's words, blush a little himself. He chuckles under his breath instead.
"You'll have to let me know," Blaine responds before rushing off to his place. Kurt doesn't have time to register what just happened. The doors fly open and all eyes turn to the back door where five adults (two couples and one serious looking man) enter.
"Surprise!" the crowd shouts.
"Surprise!" Sophia yells in a smaller voice. A dark-skinned woman with hazel eyes glances around the room.
"What's going on here? Why are you all here?" She (assembly David's mother) asks, gesturing to where Blaine, Trent, Wes, Thad, Nick, and Jeff are standing near the front.
A doorway on the far left is thrown open and David and Katherine rush through the door. David's wearing a navy blue suit while Katherine (as beautiful as always with her pale white skin and luxurious long red hair) wears a red satin dress with rose shaped patterns covering the skirt, along with a bouquet of red roses. They raise their hands up, gaining the attention of their parents. "We're getting married today!" Katherine shouts. The room erupts in applause while the parents stare on with wide eyes.
Kurt cringes when David's mother faints in shock.
()
Mrs. Carter comes through and assures everyone she was just really surprised. Blaine stands right beside Wes, who's closest to David as the ceremony commences. They stand near the arch with Jeff actually standing under it, since he is the wedding officiate; he had been ordained weeks ago solely for this event. The Warblers (the Dalton students) do a a capella version of Canon in D as Katherine walks down the aisle. Blaine, however, finds his attention going back to Kurt, who's pointing everything out to Sophia. The girl smiles and talks to him; the visual is so sweet, Blaine feels his heart beat a little stronger for Kurt. He has to remind himself to look back at the couple when Jeff begins speaking.
Blaine is thrilled and jealous all at once. He's happy David's entering this commitment with the love of his life, but he can't help but dwell on the fact that he can't marry the person he loves in this state. Surely, every day they were getting closer to the point where gay people would be allowed to marry the ones they loved, regardless of state. Yet that time seemed so far away that it settled an ache in Blaine's heart, like a cut constantly being opened. He looked at Kurt again. In a few weeks, they'd be making a stand together. They'd show everyone that love is unconditional. Love would always win.
Why did he use the word love?
"With the, dare I say irresponsible, power vested in me by the state of Ohio, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," Jeff proclaims. David and Katherine lean in and kiss just as the crowd stands and applauds yet again. Jeff pats David on the shoulder and smirks. "May I now present Mr. and Mrs. Carter-Rivers!"
Blaine whistles as David and Katherine wave. He hears Sophia squeal and turns in time to watch Kurt help her clap her hands. Sophia looks at Kurt with complete and totally adoration—he has her completely under his spell.
It's hard to admit, but Blaine may be as well.
()
The party moves on to a ballroom. The Dalton Academy Warblers do a few songs on stage, followed by the band The Warblers. Katherine and David actually sing as they dance their first dance as husband and wife and as far as Kurt's concerned, a last minute wedding has never been more gorgeous.
They stop for mid-afternoon dinner before Blaine can finally convince Kurt to go out on the dance floor. He likes the fast pace songs because it's simply amazing to see Blaine move his body in such incredible ways. He isn't sure how to feel about slow songs—he could absolutely drown in Blaine's heat and cologne and it just makes his feelings that more complicated.
During a break where Blaine offers to get them a drink, Kurt pulls his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and checks his messages.
Santana: Have you planted one on him yet?
Kurt bites his lip and considers texting back that he's chickening out. Just as he's about to, Blaine comes back. Kurt shoves the phone back in his pocket. "That was quick." He then notices that Blaine's hands are free of drinks. Kurt raises an eyebrow. "And uneventful?"
He gives Kurt an apologetic look. "David stopped me along the way and made a request. He wants you and me to do a duet."
Kurt freezes, unsure of what to say. The idea of performing in front of artists, people who actually make a living out of singing, frightens him. He tells Blaine as such, "I'm not sure if I can."
Blaine gives him a reassuring smile. "I know you can but you don't have to if you don't want to." Blaine's smile turns cocky as he tilts his head back. "Unless you're scared."
He smiles at Blaine's teasing. "Are you challenging me, Mr. Anderson?"
"I'm just saying it's funny that a guy who's dad is the scariest man on the face of the planet has a little stage fright."
Just like that, a switch goes off and Kurt isn't nervous anymore. Now he just wants to wipe the smug look off Blaine's face. "You're on, rockstar." Kurt swings his hips as he walks towards the small makeshift stage, completely unaware that Blaine's eyes were following his every movement. The boys make it up front, earning cheers and whistles from Blaine's band mates.
Blaine whispers something to the DA Warblers and picks up two microphones. He hands one to Kurt and keeps one for himself. The DA boys start humming a tone that's fortunately familiar to Kurt, though now he's nervous all over again due to the romantic implications of the song. Kurt nearly misses his cue but just manages to catch it.
The power lines went out…
And I am all alone.
But I don't really care at all…
Not answering my phone.
Blaine throws his back, clearly impressed. Kurt cocks an eyebrow proudly. He's absolutely beaming with confidence until Blaine starts to sing his part with his inhumanly wonderful voice.
All the games you played.
The promises you made…
Couldn't finish what you started,
Only darkness still remains…
Together, they sing the next lines together, staring deep into each other's eyes as they do. This turns out to be a deadly mistake for Kurt—he can't stand to look away once he starts.
Lost sight…
Couldn't see…
When it was you and me.
Blow the candles out.
Looks like a solo tonight...
I'm beginning to see the light…
Blow the candles out.
Looks like a solo tonight…
But I think I'll be alright…
They continue singing their parts and even though they've never sung together before, each line comes out in perfect harmony. Kurt can never remember feeling as in sync and in peace as he is in that moment. It's as if he was born to do this- to make beautiful, sweet music with Blaine.
One day…
You will wake up….
With nothing but your sorrys.
And someday…
You will get back…
Everything you gave me!
Blow the candles out.
Looks like a solo tonight…
I'm beginning to see the light...
Blow the candles out. (The candles out...)
Looks like a solo tonight... (Solo tonight...)
Kurt realizes just as they sing the last line how much closer they've inadvertently gotten and how their hands have somehow found one another during the course of the song. He glances down at their hands before looking back up to Blaine's face. Blaine stares at Kurt with all the feeling in the world. He swallows almost nervously and sings along with Kurt.
But I think I'll be all right…
The entire room thunders with applause. It snaps Kurt out of his nirvana and back to reality. This is insane. He's actually starting to believe this could happen between him and Blaine. His heart beats so hard it's hurting his chest. He has to get out. He needs air.
Kurt thrusts the microphone into Blaine's hands and makes a beeline towards the fire escape. He opens the door and walks until he finds the main campus, where a big stone fountain is sprouting cold mists of water. The sun's just beginning to set as Kurt sits on the edge and tries to will himself calm.
Tears are about to spill but he pushes them back when he hears Blaine call for him, "Kurt!" Kurt rubs his eyes and stands up. Blaine stops just feet away from him. "Were- were you crying?"
"No, don't be ridiculous," Kurt says in a nearly failed attempt to hide his crying. It gets harder when he sees Blaine is so worried about him that his eyes are almost watering. "I'm fine. I just—I was just nervous."
"It's okay. I understand—"
"How?" Kurt whispers. Blaine appears confused and Kurt knows he's said too much to go back now. "How can you possibly understand what it's like? You're Blaine Freaking Anderson. Everybody wants you and you could have any person on earth!"
"Kurt," Blaine murmurs as a tear finally rolls down Kurt's face. Despite it, Kurt stands up straight and speaks in a louder, bolder tone.
"You're not only a talented singer- and beyond gorgeous, by the way—but these past few weeks I also learned you're the sweetest, kindest, funniest person I have ever met. Tell me how you could possibly understand what it's like to feel that way about someone and know that you can never have them when you're you!" Kurt practically shouts, though it's somewhat muffled by his sobs. They always say 'the truth will set you free' but Kurt's never felt more caged in his life. The fact that he's now ruined a once in a lifetime opportunity by being stupid enough to admit his feelings just crushes his soul.
He doesn't know it's not a fact. Not until Blaine cups his face between his hands and forces Kurt to look up at him. Kurt quiets at the very serious look in Blaine's face. "You're right Kurt, I don't know what that's like. I may never know what that's like. What I do know, is how hard it is to let other people in when you're famous—hell, it was hard for me when I wasn't famous, but I've told you so much about me in a short amount of time. I know what it's like to care so much about someone you feel like you can't have that you'd you cancel three concerts and stay with the parents you hate, just to be with them…"
"Blaine, this is crazy." Kurt can't believe his ears but that doesn't stop Blaine from talking as he leans in closer.
"I know what it's like to think the world of someone—to see them as this bright shining light in this miserable place even though they don't seem to think so. I don't know what you're going through Kurt…but I know how you feel and I think you know how I feel too."
Their lips are so close that their noses are touching. Kurt, surprisingly, can barely remember that Blaine's one of the most famous singers in America and he's just a kid from Lima, Ohio. All he can think, hear, and see is Blaine as he's gotten to know him, and all he wants to do is kiss him.
"Mr. Anderson! Mr. Hummel!"
Blaine curses as he and Kurt turn around. A herd of flashing lights being shot by blood-hungry paparazzi is heading their way. Kurt panics as he grabs onto Blaine tighter. "How did they know we were here?"
"I don't know; but we have to get out here like now," Blaine manages to say. He grabs Kurt's hand. "I hope you have running shoes on."
"Actually, I – oompf!" Kurt almost trips as Blaine drags Kurt behind him. There's no middle ground between standing still and the fast run they're now doing. Blaine has the advantage because, as a former student, he remembers all the secret passageways of Dalton. The paparazzi quickly figure this out and decide to split up. Blaine just barely turns down a different path before a picture of them can be taken. He lets go of Kurt's hand and starts unbuttoning his jacket. Kurt gasps as he realizes he left his back at the ballroom.
"Wait! My jacket!"
"Leave it! We'll have someone bring it tomorrow," Blaine says, ripping his jacket off his arms. Kurt's still confused until Blaine draws Kurt close to him and drapes the jacket over his head and most of his torso. Blaine's shielding Kurt's face from the cameras. "Just let me guide you, okay? I'm not going to let them post another story about you like the one they did before!"
Kurt can still see a little bit through the jacket but he allows Blaine to hold it over him and direct him to where he needs to go. He does see the occasional nosey body with a flashing camera, but Blaine either puts himself in front of him or gets Kurt out of the way before it can be taken. Blaine takes one finally short cut through an ally and they finally reach the front parking lot.
Blaine and Kurt stop just as Wes's car pulls up at the front of the school where they are. Wes jumps out of his car and leaves the driver's side vacant. "Come on, you guys need to leave!"
"Wes, how did they find out about the wedding? How did they find out we were here?!" Blaine asks, letting Kurt go so he can run around to the driver's side. Wes rushes around and opens the passenger side, quickly ushering Kurt to get inside.
"Fuck if I know but heads are going to roll once I do. Just get out of here and we'll figure out what we need to do once you're safe," Wes commands, slamming the car door shut.
"Thanks man! I owe you one!" Blaine slams the door shut before hearing Wes's reply and throws the car into drive. With a jerk, the car peels out of the parking lot just as Wes is swarmed by paparazzi.
Kurt turns around with shock. "We can't leave him alone to deal with that."
"Don't worry, Wes can handle it. It's his job," Blaine says. Kurt's not sure where Blaine's going because he's practically hyperventilating. His hands are shaking where he's holding Blaine's jacket around him. He wraps it tighter and tries to calm himself with the smell. It's not so much fear as it is adrenaline rushing through him but his brain might pulse out of his body at any minute. "Kurt, are you all right?"
"I'm fine," Kurt lies, pushing his head back against the seat.
"We're going to pull over as soon as we can, okay? I can't take you home right now because I don't want to risk them following us there but we'll stop somewhere once I'm sure no one's behind us."
Kurt turns his head so he can see Blaine—the sweat rolling down his temple and the way he's grinding his teeth. "You sound like you've done this before…"
"Only a million times," Blaine says. The car takes several intricate turns and goes down many different roads before Blaine finds a clearing on the side of a country road. He pulls the car down the small parting of trees and puts it in park once they're hidden.
Blaine turns off the ignition and turns towards Kurt. "Okay, I think we're safe now. Are you sure you're fine?"
Kurt doesn't answer at first. Everything's still racing inside of him but he looks at Blaine's lips and looses that last bit of control. He leans over the shift-stick and presses his lips against Blaine's. Blaine freezes and then throws his arms around Kurt, pushing the boy back to his side of the car. Neither boy is willing to part due to the booming explosions being caused by the touching of their lips but they do when they need to catch their breaths.
They stare at one another in disbelief, and then Kurt throws his head back and laughs. Blaine smiles. "Yeah, that- that's what crazy is, Kurt."
"I can't argue with that," Kurt says before they share a softer, shorter kiss. "Crazy might not be so bad though."
"I guess we'll find out," Blaine adds and kisses Kurt again.
Sometimes crazy is inviting a rockstar to prom. Sometimes crazy is taking time off work to go help someone you barely knew. Perhaps most daunting, sometimes crazy is developing feelings for someone when the odds are stacked against you.
Sometimes crazy can be good.
Finally got chapter 11 done! This one's my favorite so far but you guys will have to let me know what you think! This was a little sooner than I originally intended but I think I just wanted them together now :) Actually, it's not even that far off from when I originally intended to get them together.
Time for the thank you's! Of course, a thank you to all my wonderful readers, followers, reviewers, and people who have favorited this story (as well as any of the others). You guys rock! And another thank you to my beta, irishflute (who's as amazing as amazing can be!)
Also, before I get to the reviews part, just wanted to take a second to say that if you guys haven't read crowned queen of bitchland's story In the town of Lima, Ohio, you should because it's amazing! The first chapter blew me away and I read ten more in just one sitting!
Melanie- I hope it was a good heart attack? Lol, I don't know if there's such a thing, but I'm glad you were excited! Santana's, in my head, is like the sexy female version of cupid—or just doesn't have any sense of privacy. I think the latest episode backs the latter but she can be both. It's my absolute pleasure! Thank you for always taking the time to review! Hope you enjoy the new chapter and the wedding! Thanks for reviewing!
