I think I cried solidly throughout I Kissed A Girl, for many reasons. Mostly my Klaine/Kurt/Blaine feelings. And the promo! I squealed.

Anyway, I'm probably writing two one shots for this one? If anyone has any suggestions hit me on up in the reviews. I also have a tumblr, the URL is blainebottomstan. I make a lot of text posts and get excited about Klaine a lot.

Ugh these boys are so wonderful. This is actually set at the beginning, for me this is before they sing it to Santana. Enjoy. And try not to get toothache, this is pretty fluffy.

Chapter 14, Perfect

"Good day?" Blaine asked from he was leaning against the locker beside Kurt's where he waited almost every day for him at the end of school. Kurt shrugged.

"It was ok." He replied, flipping open his locker and shoving his pile of books in there before retrieving what he needed to complete his homework. "I mean I'm lagging sixteen points in the election behind a girl who thinks two plus two is three when my dreams are hanging in the balance, but apart from that everything's just great." Kurt sighed and looked at Blaine who had warmth and sympathy and love in his eyes all at once. "Come on, lets get out of here."

As usual they waited until they were in the car to display any more affection to each other than a quick forehead kiss or hand on the arm, but once they were there Blaine leaned across to the drivers seat and laid a sweet kiss on Kurt's lips.

"I've spent all day thinking about doing that." Blaine laughed, leaning back as Kurt flushed salmon pink before starting the car up. It was funny, Kurt was more comfortable with Blaine than he was with anyone else in the world, could talk to him about anything, didn't think he'd ever kept a secret from him since they'd been dating...and yet his kisses still made the blood rush to his head, still made his heart beat so fast he felt like he'd run a one hundred metre race.

He liked the feeling. It felt like love.

But he was only momentarily distracted; once they were driving he began to worry about the election again, his heart thumping for an entirely different reason. He chewed on his bottom lip, an characteristic habit that was so unlike him because it gave him unattractive chapped lips but that he couldn't seem to help.

Blaine must have picked up on Kurt's anxiety because once they were on the smaller roads towards Blaine's house, Blaine picked up Kurt's hand from where it laid, relaxed, on the middle console of the car and fed their fingers together, squeezing hard. Kurt swallowed a huge lump in his throat and threw a glance over at Blaine, who was leaning forward and fiddling with Kurt's ipod in the dock, which was currently playing Britney Spears at an inoffensive low level.

"What are you looking for?" Kurt, amused, grinned at his boyfriend as he indicated left.

"You'll see." Blaine grinned, and when he'd found what he was looking for he cranked the volume up to a song that Kurt knew the opening bars to anywhere. It was the song either of them brought out, without fail, if they felt shit, or were having a bad day, or needed guidance from one another.

Blaine and Kurt had developed something of a routine since they'd been together, just little things they always did, that became habit. Things like moisturising on the phone before bed, never going to sleep without saying goodnight, like taking it in turns to buy the coffee in the morning, like watching bad reality TV shows while eating bad takeaway at least once a fornight, like doing their homework together in a studious silence, but occasionally looking up and sharing a small smile or a simple kiss before continuing. They were the things that made Kurt love his relationship.

And one more of those things was singing perfect to each other whenever they were feeling let down by the world around them.

Blaine began to sing the song to Kurt, who had pulled up since they were on Blaine's road anyway. He cut the engine and turned to see Blaine singing the lyrics to Kurt, his eyes big and full of emotion, his fingers still clutching Kurt's.

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood,

miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down

mistaken, always second guessing,

underestimated.

Look, I'm still around

Kurt sniffed hard, trying to keep his emotions under control, but it was hard, because when Blaine was sitting here and singing this song to him it was impossible not to let a couple of tears spill out over his eyelids because Blaine was so obviously singing from the very bottom of his heart and it made Kurt feel like nothing else in the world would ever hurt him again.

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

like you're less than, less than perfect.

There was so much conviction in the words, so much power behind them, and Blaine was just sitting in the car in a cardigan and bow tie and rolled up jeans but even now, not warmed up and sitting in an overheating navigator he was still the most stunning and raw talent Kurt had ever seen or heard.

So complicated, look how big you'll make it

When Blaine sung that line he crushed Kurt's fingers tighter still between his own, his eyes beseeching.

Oh pretty, pretty please don't you ever, ever feel

like you're less than fucking perfect.

Pretty, pretty please if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing

you're fucking perfect to me.

Kurt finished the song, singing softly and lightly with Blaine, his voice mixing in perfectly with Blaine's in a way that was so unexpected. It kind of summed them up perfectly; they were so different in so many ways but when they put what they had together it was pretty damn amazing.

The song came to an end and another began to play. Blaine turned it down a little and angled himself to face Kurt properly. Kurt undid his seatbelt and did the same.

"Kurt, I know that we always sing that song, whenever we're upset or even if we just feel like it, but you should know that every time I sing it to you, I feel it. Right here." Blaine touched his heart and Kurt grinned softly at his total sap of a boyfriend who was so adorable he couldn't help but grin when he said things like that. "I love you so much, you are perfect to me. Regardless of what happens in this election you are going to make it so big and I will be there with you, telling anyone who'll listen that you're mine."

"I love you too." Kurt took a deep breath. "You make me so much stronger. I mean I know I can make it on my own because I've had to before, but I don't want to, not without you. You mean more than everything to me, Blaine."

Blaine leaned forward and pulled Kurt into an awkward hug, awkward because they were hanging over the car's gear stick and they were in separate seats, but at the same time they both felt like nothing could ever feel more right than being right there in each other's arms.

If you ever ever feel like you're nothing, you are perfect to me.