Revelation

He was a man on a mission. The glow of the screen before his eyes burned after a while, but he ignored the pain, the outcome of a successful search was much more important that a short period of discomfort. His curly hair stuck slightly to the back of his neck; in his madman's rush to his computer, he had forgotten to turn on the fan, so the room was stifling. Fifteen minutes of furious typing and scrolling caused his finger to ache.

Then he found it.

Shaking with anticipation, he clicked the little triangle in the bottom left corner of the screen.

"Oh. My. God," he whispered in awe.

A thundering knock on the front door ripped his attention from an article in an old issue of Vogue. He extracted himself from the couch and slouched to answer the knock, irritated by whoever had the audacity to interrupt Vogue time.

He swung open the door, and was thoroughly surprised by the caller.

"Blaine? What're you doing here?"

Without waiting for an invitation, Blaine barged into the Hudson-Hummel home, flying over to the couch. "Come here, Kurt!" He set the laptop he carried on the coffee table and booted it up.

Startled by Blaine's insistence, Kurt closed the door slowly and approached the couch, nervous. "Blaine?" he asked tentatively. "Are you feeling okay, baby?"

Blaine nodded dismissively as Kurt sat beside him, Google Chrome already pulled up on the screen. His cursor hovered over a bookmarked link, and then he finally seemed to slow down.

He turned to face Kurt's completely befuddled expression. "Okay, so I was talking to Mercedes earlier..."

"Oh, that's never good," Kurt groaned.

Blaine smiled. "Well, I like keeping in touch with the New Directions. They're my friends, too, you know. Anyways, we were talking, and she might've...let something slip..."

Kurt paled. What could Mercedes have possibly told him that got him so excited?

Blaine continued. "I guess...well, let me show you what I found—well, spent forever digging through the Internet for, actually."

Then he clicked the mouse once.

A video began to play. Kurt clapped his hands over his mouth, utterly in shock. He stared at the screen, red coloring creeping up his neck.

He was going to kill Mercedes.

About halfway through, he slammed the laptop shut, effectively stopping the video. Without even looking at Blaine, he buried his head in his hands.

"You were not supposed to see that," he mumbled.

Blaine, trying desperately to hold back the flood of giggles that was threatening to break through, rubbed Kurt's hunched back in small circles. "Oh, baby." He tried to sound soothing, but his voice shook with laughter. "It's not that bad."

"It is that bad!"

Blaine couldn't actually argue with him—it was that bad. So he placed a hand gingerly under Kurt's chin and lifted it up so they gazed into each other's eyes. "Actually," he said, voice low. "I thought it was kind of hot." Kurt raised an eyebrow, disbelieving, but Blaine continued. "No, really. I mean, who knew what spandex could do to a guy's figure?"

Kurt laughed shakily. "I still can't believe you found that...I thought I put every protection on that imaginable...only friends could see it..."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Kurt, is there a website on which we aren't friends?"

Kurt's brow wrinkled. "Good point."

Blaine chuckled. "Come here, silly." He pulled his boyfriend's face toward his own and kissed it passionately. Kurt groaned and leaned into it, letting the scent of Blaine's excitement wash over him. The sound brought back Blaine's light laughter. "You like?"

Kurt, now comfortably situated on Blaine's lap, his arms wrapped around the other boy's neck, nodded, his lips trailing over his boyfriend's face. "I like."

Blaine's lips travelled over to Kurt's ear, where he whispered, "Then you should've put a ring on it."

It had to be done. I know this story line (Blaine discovering Kurt's "Single Ladies" video) is somewhat old, but it had to be done. Thanks a MILLION TRILLION BILLION to cloudysock for the suggestion of detective!Klaine! I hope I did it some justice! I laughed hysterically while writing this, so I hope you guys like it, too.

Keep the reviews and suggestions coming, people! I like 'em, I love 'em, I want some more of 'em!

Oh, and Sarah C.? Stop berating me for my terrible titles! Okay, I know I suck! Leave me alone! (Love you, girl...)