So I'm totally hooked on "Blaine at McKinley" right now (NO MORE UNIFORM!)... Sorry, I'm back now... So I'm going to do at least a few more stories about that. Maybe Blaine's first Slushie? Who would Slushie him, though, with Karofsky being nice and all (a storyline which I hate, by the way)? Azimio, maybe? I'll have to think about it.

Here's Chapter Twenty-Eight: Blaine and the... New Directions?

"Kurt, I haven't had to audition for anything since freshman year. What if I totally blow it?" I whispered nervously to Kurt as we sat in our own little corner of the McKinley choir room, waiting for Mr. Schuester to get there. I wasn't one to show my nerves - I rarely got nervous, anyway - but this was really important to me. Outside of Kurt, glee club was my whole life. Like Rachel (though I wasn't as... abrasive) performing was like oxygen to me. I didn't care if I was just doo-whopping behind Rachel and Finn as they sang every solo - I just needed to be on stage. Which meant that I needed to get into New Directions.

Kurt turned to face me, cross-legged in his chair. "Have I ever told you how cute you are when you're nervous?" he teased.

"Could you at least try to be serious here, babe?" I asked, my voice a little harsher than it needed to be.

He placed a hand on my knee, stopping me from shaking my leg, which I did whenever I got nervous. "I am being serious, Blaine. This audition is just a formality. 1) Because Mr. Schue already knows how amazingly dreamy your voice is. Okay, maybe he wouldn't use the words "amazingly dreamy"," he added when I gave him a look. "But you know what I mean. And 2) Did you know that Mike Chang can't even sing?"

"Wait... what?" How could you be in a show choir and not be able to sing?

"Yeah. He's completely terrible. Like, dying cat in a blender bad. And if he got in, then you're in." He kissed my cheek. "Don't worry about it," he whispered right in my ear as Mr. Schuester walked in and my heart started to beat faster and my palms started to sweat. "If you get nervous, just look at me. I'll help you through it." I smiled. Looking at Kurt would always make me feel better.

"So," Mr. Schue said. "From what I hear, we have someone who wants to audition for New Directions. Blaine?" Fourteen pairs of eyes landed on me. Kurt grasped my hand and kissed it.

"Uh... yeah." I got out of my seat and walked down the risers to stand in front of everyone. "So um... I usually sing upbeat pop songs, but someone," I looked at Kurt here, who just shrugged and leaned back in his chair, "suggested that I switch it up a bit for this. So that's what I did. And I changed a couple of the words, Mr. Schue. Is that okay?"

"Of course," he said, knowing full well what sort of words I had changed. I nodded and picked up a guitar that just happened to be lying around. I was starting to think that McKinley was like a musical Hogwarts, what with all the randomly appearing instruments. Oh, a musical Hogwarts would be so cool! Someone should totally write a musical about Harry Potter! How awesome would that be? "Uh... whenever you're ready, Blaine."

"What?" I said, pulling out of my daydream. "Oh, right." I started to play and, though I wasn't nervous anymore, I looked right into Kurt's eyes, because I was singing this song for him.

Forever can never be long enough for me
To feel like I've had long enough with you
Forget the world now we won't let them see
But there's one thing left to do

Now that the weight has lifted
Love has surely shifted my way
Marry Me
Today and every day
Marry Me
If I ever get the nerve to say
Hello in this cafe
Say you will
Mm-hmm
Say you will
Mm-hmm

Together can never be close enough for me
Feel like I am close enough to you
You wear white and I'll wear out the words I love
And you're beautiful
Now that the wait is over
And love and has finally shown him my way
Marry me
Today and every day
Marry me
If I ever get the nerve to say
Hello in this cafe
Say you will
Mm-hmm
Say you will
Mm-hmm

Promise me
You'll always be
Happy by my side
I promise to
Sing to you
When all the music dies

And marry me
Today and everyday
Marry me
If I ever get the nerve to say
Hello in this cafe
Say you will
Mm-hmm
Say you will
Marry me
Mm-hmm

I finished the song and almost every girl in the room was crying or on the verge of tears. Rachel was leaning into Finn and he had his arms around her like he never wanted to let her go. Mike and Tina had their foreheads pressed together and were whispering quietly to each other. Artie was trying to avoid looking at Brittany, as was Santana. Even Puck and Lauren were looking more like a couple than I'd ever seen them. But I didn't care about any of them - I only had eyes for Kurt.

My eyes met his and I knew I'd done my job. His jem-like eyes were shining with tears and his cheeks were streaked with the tears that couldn't be contained by his eyes. He rose out of his seat and I set the guitar aside, opening my arms to let him in. He buried his face in my neck. "Thank you," he murmured against my skin.

"I meant it, you know."

He lifted his head. "Really?"

"Really."

"Oh, Blaine. I love you so much."

"I love you more."

"Doubt that."

"Wanna bet?" And then I was kissing him, not caring that we were in a roomful of people, including a teacher. Kurt was mine - and was going to be mine forever - and I wasn't going to be afraid to show it.

Mr. Schue cleared his throat and we broke apart. "So, is Blaine in, guys?"

"Well," Mercedes said. "I think Kurt might kill us if we said no, so... yes." Everyone agreed and I beamed.

"Watch your back, Hudson. There's a new leading man in town," Santana informed Finn.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. Did you hear him? There was no way you'd be able to pull off that song in a million years."

"And the way he sang 'Raise Your Glass' at Regionals last year was epic," Quinn put in. "I think he did it better than P!nk herself."

"All right, guys," Mr. Schue interrupted. "Leave Finn alone. Now..." As I went back to my seat, I started to tune Mr. Schue out (which I wasn't afraid of doing, since Mr. Schue didn't have a gavel he could hit me with. At least, I didn't think he did).

"Psst." Kurt leaned in close. Then, his lips practically on my ear, he said, "I'm already planning our wedding."

"Can't wait." I laced our fingers together and held his hand for the rest of glee club.

Do you have any cavities from the sugary goodness of the fluff in this story? I know I am!

PS: I would love to hear Darren Criss sing that song (which is Marry Me by Train, just so you know). Preferably to me ;)

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