Episode 14: Prom Queen
A/N: I find these author's notes quite enjoyable - so I am apologizing in advance for any over-cheesiness or cuteness in this chapter. The original thing was adorable, but I think they should have given more fluff and meat to the whole Blaine and Kurt ordeal. So here we are – hope you guys didn't have to go to the dentist and pay him a lot of money for cavity fillings, I know I did.
I don't own Glee – as much as I wish I did – Ryan Murphy does, the lucky bastard. XD. Enjoy
Weirdo205
Chapter 14: Prom Queen
Kurt was really beginning to lose it.
He was sitting in Spanish class, tapping his foot quietly and rhythmically against the leg of the table, waiting for class to finish while staring at his boyfriend's back.
Junior prom was next week, and he saw that Quinn and Lauren and Tina already had dates for the prom – Finn, Puck and Mike, respectively – but he could not believe that Blaine hasn't asked him out yet. He was sure his hints were more than suggestive.
***Flashback***
Kurt and Blaine were sitting together in Kurt's room, just talking with each other about nothing in particular, enjoying the company of each other.
They both were slightly shaken from their experience last week with Blaine's unnecessary accusations and jealousy, so they were just content on sitting this way, Kurt leaning against Blaine's chest, Blaine's arms wrapped gently around Kurt's slender figure, both having their eyes closed while speaking.
"So Tina was asking me for advice about her attire for prom. What do you think would be appropriate for her?"
Blaine mused a little, not quite expecting to be asked about dresses, but complying anyway, "Mm, well if we're going with personality plus color favoritism, I think deep blue would be nice."
Kurt smiled, "That's what I thought, so next week I'm going to have to come with them to the dress shop just to make sure that they don't get anything that will clash with each other or their boyfriends and cause a fashion train wreck that will ruin the entire prom."
"And we wouldn't want that, now, would we?" Blaine teased.
Kurt chuckled and sighed, happy.
***End of Flashback***
If Blaine didn't get it so far, then that meant that he was more clueless than Kurt thought.
Class ended and he and Blaine walked out together.
It's now or never, Kurt thought.
"Blaine?" he began, nervous. Not quite knowing where to begin.
Blaine turned to him and smiled warmly.
"Umm, I was wondering what you're planning on doing next week?"
"You mean in Glee club? Well, Mr. Schuster did ask us to think about ideas for prom, so I was thinking on maybe doing some extra-cheesy songs. You know those that will definitely embarrass everyone, but fun to dance to."
Blaine winked and slid his arm through Kurt's.
Kurt sighed mentally; this was going to be a long week.
***Blurt***
Kurt was sitting with Mercedes in Home Ec. Class, clearly in advance from the rest of the class, when their teacher finally lost it.
"Just crack the egg," she said in a tired tone.
"I just don't understand what the difference is between an egg with an egg in it and an egg with a baby chicken inside of it," Brittany said miserably, still not getting it.
"They're the same thing!" Tina said, exasperated.
"Well that's really confusing, 'cause that means that there is a baby chicken inside of this," Brittany answered, observing the egg carefully, as though expecting a baby chicken to burst out of the egg in her hand.
Kurt decided to intervene.
"Excuse me, Ms. Gardener? Although I do understand that cupcakes have become a rather favorite snack, and are slightly easier to make than a fragua. I'd like to graduate with at least knowing how to make some sort of batte."
Mercedes gave him a look that clearly said, huh?, that was echoed from the teacher, just as Artie rolled in.
"Excuse me, Ms. Gardner. I'd like to say something."
He rolled straight up to Brittany, who was giving him a pissed look.
"Brittany, I'm really sorry for what I said. Now, I know that you won't necessarily forgive me, but I hope that this will make you at least consider going to prom with me and maybe eventually give me a second chance."
Kurt's face brightened immediately, "Prom proposal!" he couldn't help squeaking, while clapping happily. He couldn't believe he was witnessing something so adorable and cheesy.
If only Blaine would do something like this, he sighed longingly, resting his chin lightly on his hand.
Artie began singing.
Isn't she lovely?
He began singing acapella, completely embarrassing himself, before Sam, Puck, Mike, Finn and Blaine strode in. Puck and Blaine clutching guitars, and Finn drumsticks, banging on ever surface available.
The entire class was singing along, Kurt swinging his egg batter in rhythm and glancing at Mercedes, who was staring longingly at the scene.
He then looked at Blaine, who was smiling, clueless, at the couple as well, and wondered what exactly was going on in that curly head of his.
Brittany turned Artie down, Kurt's jaw dropped – staring at the downtrodden Artie, as he rolled out of the class, following his accompaniment.
Wow, I guess he really did piss Brittany off if she wouldn't forgive him for prom, he thought.
And then he became frustrated, Blaine still hadn't asked him.
Well, if he wasn't going to tell him, he'd guess he'd just have to sing to him in order for Blaine to get a clue.
***Blaine***
Mr. Schuster had called an emergency meeting, and wrote the word Prom on the board.
"Please we're not doing prom-themed songs," Sam whined.
"Nope, we are the prom."
Everyone looked at him, confused.
"Figgins has asked us to perform at the junior prom this year," Mr. Schuster explained.
"Let's do Run Joey Run," Rachel jumped.
Everyone looked at her.
"If I have to hear that awful song one more time, I'm going to bury you alongside with Pavarotti," Kurt threatened her.
Blaine stifled a laugh while everyone looked at him in bewilderment.
"Pavarotti was the mascot of the Warblers and he died a week before Nationals. To be honest, my farewell to him was how I scored Blaine."
At this, everyone gaped at Blaine who was blushing like a turnip, giving Kurt his best death glare without hurting his feelings too much.
"I can't take this anymore," Mercedes sighed, leaving the room.
"What's with her?" Mr. Schuster asked.
Kurt, who was also confused, gasped aloud when Lauren said, "Mercedes doesn't have a date to the Prom."
"I'll go talk to her," Kurt offered, half-rising.
"No, I will."
And Rachel hopped out of her seat, leaving the room and causing Kurt to plop back into his seat, confused.
***Blurt***
Everyone was sitting in the Choir room, discussing prom.
Apparently, Jesse St. James was back, and he was taking Rachel to prom, who has managed to get Sam to agree into taking Mercedes to prom. So everyone was going and happy.
Everyone, except for Kurt, who was on the verge of hysterics. He was beginning to think that his plan wouldn't work.
Mr. Schuster walked in and Kurt jumped up, running to him.
"Mr. Schuster, I'd like to sing something before we begin the class."
Their vocal instructor was slightly taken aback, not used to having Kurt demanding anything ever since his return with Blaine, but agreed.
Kurt strode to the middle of the room and cued Brad, who gladly complied, personally thinking that it was slightly better than all the other choices the kids had for prom, he shuddered as he remembered the song Puck, Sam and Artie would perform.
"This is dedicated to Blaine, and hopefully you'll join me and understand what I'm asking you."
Blaine cocked his head slightly, intrigued as his boyfriend waited for his cue as brad began playing the delicate keys of the piano.
There's something sweet
And almost kind
But he was mean and he was coarse
And unrefined
And now he's dear and so unsure
I wonder why didn't see it there before
Blaine was still clueless, but stepped forward to sing with his boyfriend, loving the song.
She glanced this way
I thought I saw
And when we touched
She didn't shudder at my paw
No, this can't be
I'll just ignore
But then she never looked at me that way before
Kurt sighed at the clueless Blaine as he belted out the high notes, amazing everyone even though they knew his range
New and a bit alarming
Who'd have ever thought
That that this could be?
He turned playfully to Blaine
True that he's no Prince Charming
Blaine looked mockingly insulted
But there's something in him that I simply didn't see
Puck, Artie and Santana joined for the enchanted objects' part
Well who'd have thought
Well, bless my soul
Well who'd have known?
Well, who indeed?
And who'd have guessed they'd
Come together on their own?
It's so peculiar
Wait and see
A few days more
There may be something there
That wasn't there before
Everyone smiled as Puck took the next line
Well, perhaps there's something there
That wasn't there before
Santana chimed in
There may be something there
That wasn't there before
Brittany chirped in
What's there, Mama?
Everyone laughed and then the song ended and everyone clapped enthusiastically, as the singers took their bows and then their seats
Blaine pulled Kurt close, "What was all that about?"
Santana rolled her eyes and went over to smack Blaine on the back of his neck. Blaine yelped in pain and looked at her, eyes wide in shock.
"What was that for?" Blaine demanded, incredulous.
"You, being clueless," Santana spat, winking at Kurt.
Blaine stared at Kurt, who simply shook his head in dismay and turned his attention to Mr. Schuster, who was beginning to ask for more suggestions for prom songs. He guessed he'd just have to do what he dreaded.
***Blurt***
Kurt and Blaine were sitting at Breadsticks, a slight change from their usual dates at the Lima Bean, slightly more romantic, to Kurt's opinion.
Blaine was just sitting there, rambling, and looking at Kurt with that adorable excited look he got when talking about singing or music in general.
As much as he loved hearing his boyfriend's voice, Kurt had hoped that his decision to change their date venue had a purpose. Now that he was sure that Blaine was nearly as clueless as Finn – and that was saying something – he decided that it was now or never.
Kurt placed his hand on Blaine's, causing the older boy to stop and look into his eyes.
"Blaine, as much as I enjoy talking to you and being with you, I was kind of hoping that this date had another purpose."
Blaine gave him a lost puppy look, not understanding.
Kurt sighed. "Blaine Anderson, would you go to junior prom with me?"
Blaine looked absolutely stunned, "Prom?"
"It'll be the social event of the year," Kurt said cynically. He then saw Blaine's evasive expression and his eyes skewered Blaine, "You don't want to go to prom with me?"
Blaine, startled, hurried to soothe him. "No, of course I want to go with you! But, wow… prom," he wore a nostalgic expression that clearly implied something more than just memories.
Kurt was intrigued. "What about prom, Blaine?"
Blaine sighed. "At my old school, we had a Sadie Hawkins dance, and I just came out. I asked the only other gay guy out, and while we were waiting for his dad, these few guys they… they beat the crap out of us."
Kurt gasped and stared at Blaine incredulously, the other boy quickly reassured him.
"Look, I'm out and I'm proud. It's just that, it brings so many memories."
Kurt nodded slowly. "We could skip prom and go watch a movie instead," he suggested, not wanting to step on any thorny places.
Blaine gave him a smoldering look that just took Kurt's breath away. "I'm crazy about you," he said, his eyes burning with emotions.
Kurt dared to hope. "So, is that a yes?"
Blaine giggled at his boyfriend's cuteness and sighed, "Yes."
Kurt jumped up and down with excitement, circling the table to his boyfriend and hugging him tightly, blissfully happy.
***Blurt***
Kurt was sitting with Brittany, Santana, Mercedes and Tina on a couch, waiting for Lauren to come out of the partition and show them her dress.
"So remind me again why we're having Kurt here?" Santana asked.
"Because not inviting Kurt is like Prince William not letting his mother be in charge of the flower arrangement at his wedding," Tina informed her.
Mercedes giggled but stopped short as Lauren stepped out, showcasing a bright yellow dress with white fake fur lining her shoulders.
"I look like a lemon meringue pie," she said, her usually haughty demeanor replaced by disappointment. "It's really hard finding anything that's not a size 2 in Lima."
"You look delicious," Brittany said, clearly still thinking about that pie.
Tina, Mercedes, Santana and Kurt just stared at the brightness that was Lauren. Kurt was the first to recover.
"I don't think the design is the problem" he said with an air of expertise.
Lauren looked up in hope at the one member she didn't get to know personally in the glee club, surprised that he was so supportive. She asked Mercedes about him right after his return and heard nothing but praises of the male fashionista. But seeing him fighting Rachel for solos and watching him carrying his entire dignity in that one slap to his boyfriend's cheek, made her slightly apprehensive of the New Directions' returning countertenor. So his help came as a pleasant surprise.
"What I think needs to go is the color," Kurt continued expertly, looking at the other girls for support, they merely nodded or shrugged. "How about we try to go with navy? Both slimming and chic."
Lauren smiled, regaining her confident self again, "Duly noted."
And she went back to find the color while Santana hurried to get changed into her selection of dress.
She came out in a red-wine dress that clung to her body perfectly and curved in all the right places.
Kurt gasped and clapped his hands in awe. "Devil in a red dress. Absolutely perfect and highly appropriate for your personality. Go with it, God's sake, Satana. I mean, Santana."
Santana smiled and Kurt hopped up to his feet, clearly excited about something.
"Now, ladies, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and plan my outfit for the prom."
All the girls stared at him.
"You're going? Stag? That's so sad," Santana said, even though she was sarcastic, he could hear concern in her voice.
Kurt relished in the oblivion his friends were in.
"Yes, I'm going and not alone."
This caused everyone to lean in, curious. He twirled to look at Mercedes and Tina with a flushed face.
"I'm going with Blaine."
All the girls squealed as they rushed to hug Kurt, who was just smiling goofily, as he pictured the outfit he was planning to wear, imagining himself dancing in it with Blaine.
***Blurt***
Blaine was sitting with Finn in the Hudson-Hummel living room, waiting for Kurt to parade down his outfit for prom.
"So have you decided on a song for prom yet?" Blaine asked Finn.
Blaine had stated that he wanted to do a number with Brittany and Tina, but other than the two girls and Mr. Schuster, no one knew what song he was performing. Same went for the rest of the performers, apart from Puck, Sam and Artie, who were so happy that they just boasted about it to everyone in the glee club.
"I don't think I'll sing, Quinn will want to promote the whole Prom Queen and King thing, so that would be slightly hard. Maybe I'll improvise something after the whole voting thing is over."
Blaine nodded and was proud of Kurt that he didn't get into the whole hysteria of Prom King or Queen, and just wanted to enjoy prom for the sake of being at prom.
Just then, Burt came in, looking at the two boys fondly.
"So what are you gonna wear for the prom?" he asked Blaine.
Blaine smiled. "Well, I'm gonna go with a black suit and a black tie, very simple," he added, giving Burt a humoring serious look.
"Well, when I went to prom, I wore this periwinkle light blue tux with a big bow tie."
Blaine stared at him as he sat down, "Was it designers'?"
"No," Burt gave him a confused look.
But Blaine was saved from answering the confused adult, since just then, Kurt strutted down the stairs, asking them all for their attention.
"You don't have to ask me, what I'll be wearing for prom."
He was dressed in black from head to foot. At first, Blaine had thought that someone had died and that Kurt was mocking them, preparing himself to chide his boyfriend. But, upon closer observation, he mentally slapped himself. Kurt was not just wearing black. Kurt was redefining black. His top looked like it was from the Middle Ages, covered in buttons and frilly bits. His shoes were these adorable buckle shoes that Blaine had never thought he'd get to see in real life – only in Scottish films. Finally, Blaine let his eyes wander down to his boyfriend's trouser part of his outfit and stifled a small gasp. Kurt was wearing a black kilt. And boy, did he rock it.
"Dude, that looks awesome!" Finn chipped in. "It's like gay Braveheart."
Blaine turned to give him a weird stare before turning to look at Burt, who began talking.
"I don't like it," Burt started, not looking at his son.
Kurt huffed indignantly. "Well, I do. Blaine?" he turned to his boyfriend, hopeful.
"Kurt, you know that I love it. But I think that you father may have a point." Kurt stared at him, incredulous. "I just don't think that you should go full on theatricality. Just because no one has assaulted us at school, in the halls, means that they won't decide to show us what they really think at Prom, if we give them reason enough," Blaine said, willing his boyfriend to understand just through his eyes.
"Isn't that the whole point of Prom? Having fun?"
"I just don't want to see you get hurt because you choose to be careless."
Kurt did his best not to burst at his father and Blaine, not believing that his boyfriend was against him on this. "I have done everything right."
He turned to walk to the stairs, but stopped, giving Blaine a stern look.
"Blaine, when you have something to tell me that does not involve hurting my feelings concerning my wonderful prom outfit, I'll be in my room."
And with that, Kurt bolted up to his bedroom,.
Blaine barely managed to blurt out, "Kurt", before he heard a door slamming above their heads.
***Blurt***
Kurt was sitting at his dressing table, staring at his reflection, his eyes puffy red from crying.
He then herd a soft knock from the door and Blaine's voice floated towards him from the corridor.
"Kurt? Kurt, please come out!" Kurt could only hear his boyfriend's voice pleading, full of passion.
Kurt's breath hitched at the description that flew to his mind at the sound of that voice, but decided to stand his ground. If his boyfriend cared so passionately about him, why did he not stand up for him downstairs in front of his father?
"Why, so you and Dad can tell me that I need to go around wearing baggy jeans and that I look ugly?" Kurt thought that the other boy might have not gotten the message, but nodded his head in bitter satisfaction when he heard Blaine's audible gasp.
The knocks turned to pounding. "Kurt, open the damn door!"
Blaine nearly toppled over as the door swung open and he was faced with a furious Kurt.
"What?" he huffed, grumpy.
Blaine was lost for words at the sight of Kurt's anger, but quickly recovered.
"Have you officially lost your mind?" Blaine demanded.
Kurt blinked several times, "What?"
"I asked," Blaine said, deliberately taking a slow step forward and enveloping Kurt in his arms, despite the slender boy's squirming. "If you have officially lost your mind, Kurt Hummel?" he finished, his voice soft.
Kurt looked up at him, "Blaine, I swear! If you are going to insult me any more… mmph!" Kurt finished incoherently.
Blaine's were on Kurt's, moving urgently. The rough ones attempting to show the softer lips how much their owner has been in the wrong.
Kurt let out a little moan as his arms wound around Blaine's neck, Blaine's around Kurt's waist.
After a few moments of this, Blaine let go, turning to rest his forehead against Kurt's, who was breathing rather heavily.
"How dare you think that you're not the most gorgeous think ever to walk the face of this planet, no matter what you wear?" he breathed against the soft skin in front of him.
Kurt pulled back slightly, only to catch one of Blaine's loose curls and twisted around his finger, careful not to pull too hard.
"I honestly don't know. Maybe I hit my head on the stair," he teased, a goofy grin slowly spreading across his angelic features.
Blaine looked in his eyes. "So, am I forgiven?"
Kurt toyed with him on purpose. "Maybe, but I get to choose our songs for Prom."
Blaine's smile made Kurt's breath catch in his chest and he was caught by surprise as he felt Blaine's lips on his again.
***Blurt***
The entire New Directions were assembled in the Choir Room, awaiting their vocal coach.
Quinn was perched on Finn's lap, Tina was staring lovingly into Mike's eyes, Artie was looking longingly at Brittany, who was sitting close to Santana; Sam was eyeing Mercedes with an odd look while Blaine and Kurt were sitting close together, Blaine whispering something to Kurt, causing Kurt to blush and swat his arm playfully, not moving his head from Blaine's, but scooting slightly closer.
Puck, sitting a little ways away with Lauren, made a face at them and coughed, causing them to turn.
"Guys, if you're gonna go at it, at least get a room."
Everyone looked at the pair, who immediately blushed.
Thankfully, Mr. Schuster decided to drop in just then.
"Ok, guys, I need names of those who want to perform during prom," he said, going straight to business. "Rachel, I'm putting your name down?"
Rachel looked at everyone and then said, "As much as I would love every opportunity to showcase my talent," Mercedes, Santana, Tina, Lauren and Kurt rolled their eyes, "I would like to sit this one out."
Everyone turned to stare at her.
"I don't want to miss my junior prom at all."
Mr. Schuster frowned with a suspicious glance, but shrugged it off. "Ok, ladies? Any of you would like to perform?"
Tina raised her hand, "Mr. Schuster, Brittany and I would like to perform a number with Blaine."
There were murmurs of wonder, and Kurt turned to look at Blaine, who was simply smiling at him.
Mr. Schuster smiled, "Great, what song?"
"We'd like to keep it a secret," Blaine piped. "Also, I'd like to perform a duet with Santana."
Santana looked mildly surprised but pleased, nonetheless, and nodded. "And I would like to do a duet with Mercedes after the coronation of Prom King and Queen," the Latina said, glancing furtively at the African-American diva of the group.
Mercedes smile and nodded.
Mr. Schuster smiled brightly, "Great, any other requests?"
Artie raised his hand, "Me, Puck and Sam have a number we would like to do, too."
Mr. Schuster reviewed his note again and said, "Well, I think we have our set-list for prom!"
Kurt raised his hand, "Not quite, Mr. Schuster. I would like to do a song on my own."
"And me," Blaine added. "But like Santana and Mercedes, I'd like to save mine for after the coronation."
Everyone turned to look at them.
"Are we going to have a Klaine prom?" Santana demanded, smiling sweetly.
"A what prom?" Blaine and Kurt said together.
"Klaine, you know! Your couple name – Kurt and Blaine, which makes Klaine" Rachel chirped.
Blaine looked at Kurt, who looked at him with a bemused expression, and shook his head. "You know, if you're gonna give us a name, at least make it awesome."
"Then what would you like to be called?" Puck asked.
Kurt looked at Blaine, who smiled like a schoolboy on Christmas Day.
"Blurt."
***Blurt***
Prom.
Kurt was sitting in his living room, nervous like he's never felt his entire life. He was trying hard not to freak out at the fact that he was going to his very first prom.
He remembered with perfect clarity how he ranted about eight months ago to his father about wanting to dance at his own prom with a boy he liked, and how he wanted to walk with that boy, holding hands, down the school halls. Well, who said dreams couldn't come true? Kurt thought with a contented sigh.
Just then, the doorbell rang, and he raced to the door as though his life depended on it, wrenching the door open.
Standing in the door frame, looking absolutely breathtaking in his simple black tuxedo, was Blaine.
The boy at the door smiled, and offered Kurt a white rose, causing the slight boy to blush to the roots of his hair.
"Well, don't you look lovely?" Blaine said softly, leaning forward to place a peck on Kurt's cheek.
Kurt blushed even more and took a steadying breath before replying, "Funny, I was just going to say the same thing about you."
Kurt turned to his father, who was standing awkwardly in the living room, observing the exchange between the two boys.
"Any time I should be home, Dad?" Kurt asked, looking up at his father.
Burt observed Blaine, then looked at his son again, and said, "So long as you have fun, but don't make it too late – midnight is your limit." He said the last sentence looking at Blaine.
Blaine nodded, and Kurt pulled him out of the house, looking happier than Burt had ever seen him this year.
***Blurt***
Prom.
Puck, Artie and Sam took the stage first, all dressed in their prom outfits.
Blaine took Kurt's hand gently and pulled him to the counter where the punch bowl laid.
"Do I get a hint at what songs you're gonna sing?" Kurt asked him, attempting his best pleading look at Blaine.
His boyfriend merely chuckled and shook his head, "Fat chance, gorgeous. I'm not talking."
Kurt rolled his eyes and swatted the other boy's arm just as the music began, and he hit his forehead again.
"What's wrong?" Blaine asked.
"The song," Kurt said simply.
Blaine listened just as Puck began singing.
Seven AM
Waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh
Gotta get downstairs
Blaine jumped up and down in excitement, "I love this song!"
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Of course you do."
Blaine chuckled and pulled Kurt to the middle of the dance floor, jumping up and down with the music in excitement.
Kurt just stared at his boyfriend, incredulous that he let loose so easily, and had to stifle a fit of giggles when Blaine raised his hand in excitement and shouted "Yeah!" with the rest of the students.
It was then time for Kurt to sing his own song.
He nervously took his place on stage and went up to the microphone.
"Hey guys, this song is something a little bit slower, so you might wanna pair up."
He motioned for Brad to start playing, but his heart nearly stopped when he saw that the person at the piano was not Brad, but Blaine.
Blaine smiled at him, encouragingly, Mr. Schuster standing beside him, positively beaming.
The music began playing and Kurt had to do all he could to not forget the lyrics
Tale as old as time
True as it can be
Barely even friends
Then somebody bends
Unexpectedly
Just a little change
Small to say the least
Both a little scared
Neither one prepared
Beauty and the Beast
As Blaine played the bridge, Kurt smiled gently, thinking how true this song was about the two of them.
Ever just the same
Ever a surprise
Ever as before
Ever just as sure
As the sun will rise
He smiled triumphantly as gazes were turned to the stage when his voice filled with emotion and rose to the right pitch. That'll show 'em.
Tale as old as time
Tune as old as song
Bittersweet and strange
Finding you can change
Learning you were wrong
Certain as the sun
Rising in the east
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the beast
Nobody was dancing right now. They were all staring at the boy on stage, singing like an angel with tears in his eyes.
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the beast
Blaine finished the melody and opened his arms as Kurt ran into them. He rubbed soothing circles into his back.
"Are you ok?" he asked gently.
Kurt raised his head. "Ok? That was amazing! I…" he smiled through his tears, "I've never felt this amazing since you first kissed me."
Blaine smiled, resisting the urge to kiss his boyfriend right there.
He couldn't.
First of all, he'd get his ass kicked just for doing it.
Second of all, he had a song to sing with Brittany and Tina, and he wasn't going to miss Kurt's reaction to his song selection.
"That was, I think, your best performance I've yet to see. Now, you go have fun with Mercedes and Rachel, I'm going to wow the crowd."
Kurt rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out, but obliged.
***Blurt***
Tina and Brittany took their places at the two extra microphones while Blaine stood in front of the main microphone and addressed the entirety of the gym.
"Hello Junior Prom!" he yelled.
The students cheered, and even some of the chaperoning teachers applauded politely.
"Are you ready to rock?"
The crowd cheered once more, as the music began.
Kurt facepalmed himself, he should have known his boyfriend would pick the most embarrassing song on the face of the earth as his big public New Directions debut.
You are the girl
That I've been dreaming of
Every since I was a little girl
You are the girl
That I've been dreaming of
Ever since I was a little girl
Kurt smiled to himself, appreciating the lyrics and substituting the word 'girl' in his mind with 'boy'. Blaine was smiling at him widely from the stage, Brittany and Tina joining him for the intro.
One!
I'm biting my tongue
Two!
He's kissing on you
Three!
Oh, why can't you see?
One! Two! Three! Four
The word's on the street
And it's on the news
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you
He's got two left feet
Kurt had to laugh out loud at this, because Blaine was imitating duck feet and was practically making a fool of himself on stage.
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you
Kurt lost track of the song, listening only to the voice of his boyfriend and staring at him with loving and appreciating eyes, barely aware that behind him, Jacob Ben Israel was seething with hatred in his eyes and quietly making a phone call.
***Blurt***
It was nearly time for the coronation. Kurt had already seen Quinn biting her nails so hard that he was sure that they were about to fall out, and those weren't stick-ons. He saw Rachel looking sadly at Finn, who was being dragged by Coach Sylvester, along with Jesse, out of the gym for starting a fight. Then he turned his head slightly and saw Korofsky, standing a slight ways away from Santana, who was looking enviously at Brittany.
He sighed, so much drama.
But then, so quick that he missed their movement, Santana and Blaine took the stage, Blaine dominating the microphone.
"Hey there again, guys. I bet you're probably getting sick of me already, huh?"
There were a few polite laughs and one breathless 'yes' from the direction of Korofsky. Kurt did his best to ignore this, he knew that it didn't matter what he said, so long as Blaine was there.
"Well, this is the final song before the prom coronation, so any of you who hasn't gotten the chance to dance yet, grab a partner."
Kurt felt a tap on his shoulder and saw Brittany standing there, smiling at him sweetly.
"Hey, Kurt, why aren't you dancing?" she asked, her face full of wonder.
"Well, in case you didn't notice, my boyfriend is the one who's singing this song, and even if he wasn't and we were dancing, people would throw us out or throw food at us."
Brittany cocked her head slightly and looked from Kurt to Blaine, "Why, because you're both capital G-gay?"
"Yeah," Kurt sighed, smiling sadly at his friend.
"Well, I've been dancing all night with other people's dates. I think I will include Blaine in this. Come on."
And she pulled him to the middle of the dance floor, smushing his body against her as the music began and Blaine's voice filled the room.
I can show you the world
Kurt's head swiveled to look at Blaine, and he saw a glint of something unfamiliar in his boyfriend's eyes as he sang the next lines
Tell me, Princess
Now, when did you last let your heard decide?
I can open your eyes
Take you wonder by wonder
Over sideways and under
On a magic carpet ride
A whole new world
A new fantastic point of view
No one to tell us no
Or where to go
Or say we're only dreaming
Blaine was counting on Santana to sing the next lines, but he nearly choked on his own mike as an incredibly familiar voice took over the next chorus. He could hear gasps from the audience
A whole new world
A dazzling place
I never knew
But when I'm way up here
It's crystal clear
That now I'm in a whole new world with you
(Now I'm in a whole new world with you)
Unbelievable sites
Indescribably feeling
Soaring, tumbling
Freewheeling
Through an endless diamond sky
A whole new world
(Don't you dare close your eyes)
A hundred thousand things to see
(Hold your breath it gets better)
I'm like a shooting star
I've come so far
I can't go back to where I used to be
Every turn a surprise
(A whole new world)
Every moment red letter
(With new horizons to pursue)
The two boys took the last lines together
I'll chase them anywhere
There's time to spare
Let me share this
Whole new world with you
A whole new world
A whole new world
It's where we'll be
It's where we'll be
A thrilling chase
A wondrous place
For you and me
As the song ended, Kurt looked at Blaine, unable to understand his expression.
The crowd was silent, and then suddenly, they heard Puck whooping and beginning to clap furiously, followed by the glee club, and then a few others, but otherwise it was relatively quiet.
As the boys descended the stage, the prom queen and king candidates took it instead, followed by Principal Figgins.
When they reached a tight knot of the crowd, Blaine pulled Kurt close and hugged him.
"Not that I don't love singing with you, but – what was that?"
"I couldn't watch you singing another song with a girl. Too many bad memories," Kurt said, wrinkling his nose.
Blaine chuckled, "Do you really think I would have gone for Santana?"
"Well, you did for Rachel, granted you were drunk, but still."
Blaine rolled his eyes and whispered into Kurt's ear – "Wrong team."
Kurt chuckled and then turned to watch Figgins read out the prom queen winner, seeing that Korofsky was the king, he was expecting Santana, and was about to clap for her when her name was called out.
"This year's McKinley High Junior Prom Queen, by a majority of votes is," the Indian principal took his time taking out the paper with the name. But then his face turned blank and faced the crowd with a strange expression, "Kurt Hummel."
***Blurt***
Kurt just stood there, not able to understand what was going on.
Beside him, Blaine was frozen, too.
Figgins' face twitched in annoyance, "Kurt Hummel, if you are here, please come to the stage to get coroneted."
Blaine turned to look at the boy next to him, but said boy was already bolting out of the gym into the school's hall.
He ran after him.
***Blurt***
Blaine finally found Kurt crouched against the lockers, on the floor – he immediately sat next to him.
"Hey, hey, it's ok!" he cradled Kurt in his arms, who was sobbing endlessly.
"No, it's not ok, Blaine. We were stupid. We thought that because no one was insulting us, or pushing us around, or beating us up, that they stopped caring. But they didn't, they were too scared to say it to our faces so they did it by a secret ballot."
"It's just some stupid joke," Blaine said, trying to get Kurt to calm a little.
Kurt straightened up and looked at him. "No, it isn't, Blaine. It's their way of saying we're not welcome here."
He got up and started pacing, mumbling to himself, "There's no way I'm going back in there, they'll only laugh at me and insult me even more."
"So what you want to do? Do you want to go? We could watch a movie?"
Kurt looked at Blaine, who was looking up at him with absolute love and devotion. And that's when he decided that no matter what happened, he will pull through, because he had Blaine.
"No," he said with resolution. "I am going to go back out there and I'm going to get coroneted. And I'm going to show them that no matter if they say it to my face, or whisper behind my back, they can't touch me."
Blaine moved to stand on his knees as Kurt crouched beside him to grab his hands.
"They can't touch us," Kurt said, looking at Blaine with determination.
Blaine smiled – that was the Kurt he fell in love with.
***Blurt***
The entire gym was quiet after Kurt had left.
They were either shocked or smug.
Jacob Ben Israel was smirking and talking animatedly to a boy next to him, who was clutching on to a camera for his dear life.
"And did you see Hummel's face when his name was read? Ha, that'll teach him!"
"So you are the jackass who rigged the ballot!"
And just like that, Jacob was hurled to the ground, but no one seem to notice but the three boys who were on the scene – Noah Puckerman, Jacob Ben Israel and David Cohen.
At the front of the gym, a trembling Kurt Hummel was ascending the temporary stage to get coroneted.
Principal Figgins placed a golden plastic crown on his head and all of the New Directions in the audience just stared as he turned to face them.
Tina buried her face into Mike's shoulder, "I feel so bad for him," she told him.
Lauren looked stunned and turned to try and find Puck, but couldn't find him.
Rachel was clutching at her chest, her left cheek somehow redder than the other, but her eyes were all for Kurt.
Out of nowhere, Blaine appeared by her side and she gave him a strange look.
He merely shook his head, and looked intently at the figure on stage.
"Eat your heart out, Kate Middleton," Kurt said.
Rachel beamed and turned to Blaine who smiled in return, but then began walking through the crowd towards the stage, trying to break his way through.
He was just about to reach the little clearing that was formed, before he stopped in his tracks at Figgins' words.
"And now it's time for the traditional first dance – may the prom queen and king please take the floor."
At the front, Kurt was descending the stage with Korofsky, and then an idea struck him.
"This is your chance," he whispered.
"What are you talking about?"
"Come out, make a difference."
Korofsky faced Kurt just as Santana and Mercedes took the stage and the music began.
"I can't," Korofsky blurted out and ran from the gym.
Kurt was left standing alone on the dance floor, not quite knowing what to do.
Nighty night and the lights are low
Looking out for a place to go
Where they play the right music
Getting in the swing
You come to look for a king
And when you take the chance
He suddenly heard a breathless "Excuse me," from behind him.
He turned around and saw Blaine standing there, flanked from behind by a beaming Rachel and Sam.
Blaine's arm was extended to him.
"May I have this dance?"
Kurt smiled at him, his smile practically cracking his flawless features, as he said, "Yes you may."
Blaine swept him into his arms and began swaying to the song, not really caring what the others thought around him. He loved Kurt, Kurt love him, and the two of them were having fun – the others could just go to hell.
"What about your song?" Kurt suddenly remembered.
"Do you really want me to go?"
Kurt possessively pulled Blaine closer to him and the other boy just smiled fondly at his boyfriend.
Yup, the others could just go to hell.
A/N: Hey all, Blurt at Prom! I was waiting forever and ever to write this one – super fluff, super corny, super cheesy, super fun!
I'd like to put a disclaimer (which really puts me out) – I do NOT own "Dancing Queen", "I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance with You", "Something There" or "Beauty and the Beast", I do NOT own "Friday" (not to piss off any Black fans, but thank the dead wizard gods!), or Chris Colfer, or Team Starkid, or Darren Criss, or Glee in general. I tried to opt for a little interaction between Zizes and Kurt, since honestly their adorable scene in the episode makes no sense whatsoever, unless everyone knows that Ashley and Chris are BFFs, which I'm guessing is almost every GLEEk, but I still think it was unreasonable. Also, SORRY for the JBI thing, but honestly, I needed some back-story – seemed too random and annoying in the episode itself. I apologize for any unnecessary angst, but when I first saw the episode, Darren's face at one scene just screamed at me "DO SOMETHING!" – so who am I not to oblige and obey? I apologize for the over-usage of my favorite American composer, Darren Criss. I cannot help myself – those of you who know me, no surprise there. I apologize for the over-usage of cheesy moments. But, come on! Prom! It just screams cheese and crackers! And finally, I apologize if one of the following occurred while reading:
A. You wanted to virtually throw a boot, or any other inanimate object for that matter, at me for anything you hated in this chapter.
B. you turned in to swoon sauce and someone had to use a pooper scooper to get you off of the floor.
Another apology goes for the relatively short scenes. I just really had this chapter playing in my mind like one of the episodes, so I just divided them like I imagine them in my weird mind. Wow, this author's note is getting lengthy. And on that note, thanks for reading! Had fun writing this
Xoxo, Tal (aka weirdo205)
P.S I've had several observations of this in the past, if I'm ever putting stuff that might sound like it's been already said in any of the Team Starkid musicals, I apologize, that was not my initial intention. I'm just writing the Blurt story XD
Also – reviews, por favor?