Author's note:

53 chapters and 16 months later, and we have come to an end for this story. We've followed Kurt and Blaine's journey from Kurt transfered to Dalton until the end of their Junior year.

I don't think I had a very good idea of what I was diving into when I uploaded that first chapter of this story - my first try on writing something of a substantial length in English. As I've excused myself time and time again, English is not my first language, so I thank you for all the patience you've showed me in my writing, and an extra thank you to those of you who have pointed out points for improvement, taught me better grammars and helped me with my vocabulary. I feel as if my English is so much better now, and I'm writing with greater confidence than I did 16 months ago.

It's ironic that I like to call myself a writer, but still can't find the words to express my gratitude to all of you at this moment. Writing this story wouldn't have been the same fun, without your feedback. I'm blown away with and humbled by the share amount of attention I've received - so from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much! If you've been a silent, anonymous reader, or if you've been a faithful, eager reviewer - all of you have made this story with me. With no audience, there's really no point to writing this.

We've met in here with a shared joy in Glee and love for Klaine. This story started out as a want to write again, after I had a long hiatus from that kind of activity, and for some wicked reason I decided to abandon my mother tongue. I'm so glad I did, because if not, I wouldn't have met all of you in here. This story is written with all my love for the TV-show, with respect for canon and with adoration for Klaine.

There is, as promised, a sequel for Victorious, and it will be written in the same way as this was - as often and as much as I can muster within other obligations, and chapters updated as quickly as possible. The first chapter will be updated in approximately 48 hours, and the sequel is called No Regrets. I'd be honoured if you'd want to join me on the next journey, following the boys through their Senior year.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, and is simply grateful and privileged to play with Glee.


Kurt refuses to see Blaine before he picks him up for prom. If he's going to be a chivalrous gentleman, brushing their teeth together in front of the mirror will dim some of the glamour. So he does everything he needs to do with a shower or a sink, before bringing his toiletries to his room to finish in front of the mirror, leaving the bath for Blaine. He smiles fondly at the mirror, as if he can't see the boy in the reflection, and thinks back to when Blaine bought it to him as a house warming gift.

Kurt had wondered for a long time what to wear. The classical outfit would of course be a black suit or tuxedo. But after a semester in grey slacks and the Dalton blazer, Kurt feels like stepping outside of the box. He has unsatisfied fashion urges clawing to be let out.

Despite of their finals and a bunch of important essays to write, he's managed to find time to prepare this day. He just hopes Blaine will approve, and that it'll be a good date for his boyfriend.

He dabs cologne on strategic places, and waits for it to air dry before putting any clothes on. Wearing nothing but underwear and a towel wrapped around his waist, he paces the floor in his room, up and down, going through his to do-list, and double checking that his little token of affection for Blaine is ready and unharmed.

He takes in his room. It has become truly his during the semester and then some he's spent at Dalton. He remembers how naked it was when he came, and now it is bare again, and it feels wrong. Every exam is done, every paper is handed in, every obligation is fulfilled. Tonight is prom, and tomorrow is moving-day. He's already filled the Navigator with as many boxes as possible, and his dad and Finn will come up tomorrow to help him with the rest. The students have to vacate their rooms before each summer, so the rooms can be washed thoroughly, repairs be made where needed, and then there will be new room assignations for the next year. Tomorrow night is also the graduation ceremony, but Kurt doesn't know any Seniors well enough to bother attending it. The Warblers had their own farewell gathering for their graduating members earlier this week.


Blaine is fighting a losing battle with his hair. Part of him wants to admit defeat, and ask Kurt for help. For some reason, Kurt is better at styling Blaine's hair than Blaine himself is – at least whenever Blaine wants to do something else than slick it down.

He's feeling anxious and stressed about tonight. Rationally, he knows he'll be safe, surrounded by friends and friendly faces. The chance of anything bad happening tonight is probably as high as the probability of Blaine's visiting the moon within the next five years. But rationality isn't the same as emotions. And Blaine is feeling a lot at the moment. He's tempted to break Kurt's no preview peaking-rule, and find him for a hug. The Christmas Ball had been easier, because he was in charge, he had direction of the evening, and he kept his mind and body idle with preparations for his date – and oh my God, how had he not been able to recognize it as a date back then? But tonight it is without a grain of doubt a date, and Blaine is in the mercy of Kurt's plotting and vision.

He's hardly completed the thought, when there's a knock on his door. He slides on his sock clad feet across the floor – if he has to wear socks, at least he's going to have some fun with it - and opens the door with a flourish.

"Hey man," David greets him. "Mind if I sit here for a while? Wes is turning me crazy with his floral fussing." Without waiting for Blaine's answer, he plops down on his bed, in his black tuxedo pants and crispy white shirt, top two buttons undone. The rest of his outfit is probably kept safe from potential accidents born out of boarding madness until they have to go.

"Is he nervous about bringing Rachel to prom?"

"Seems like it. They've been seeing each other for a while, so it's looking like a really serious relationship to him."

"They've dated since your New Years Eve-party, haven't they?" Blaine asks, and David nods in conformation. "Good for them." That's five and a half months, Blaine quickly counts. He envisions autumn with Kurt, envisions months and months with him, growing stronger and closer as a couple, experiencing new things together, learning more about the other… He looks forward to every single vision of the eminent future he can construct, as long as Kurt's part of it. But first, there's tonight's prom to survive.

"And how are you holding up?" David asks him, and gives him a thorough onceover. Probably not to take in Blaine's clothes, he realizes.

"I'm good," he says disarmingly, and fights on with his hair.

"And what would it take to make you feel splendid?"

Blaine tries to smile at his friend, but there's no heart in it. "It's just a lot of memories distracting me, haunting me," he sighs.

"Kurt would understand if you don't want to go, you know."

"I know. But I want to go. I think I need to work harder on replacing those memories and challenging my ghosts," Blaine says sadly.

"I hope you see how much you've changed, how far you've come," David says seriously. "A year ago it would have been the craziest joke in school to expect you at prom; you avoided anything that could resemble a school dance. But one endearing spy later, and you're turning into a reincarnated Fred Astaire," David smirks.

"With wilder hair," Blaine snorts, pulling at some of his disobeying curls.

"You look fine to me," David shrugs.

"You're so straight," Blaine chuckles.

"Go, go back to the bathroom, I know you are longing for the mirror and all your hair gel," David waves him off affectionately. "I'll just cool it here with one of your Vogues, see if I can identify the appeal."

"As I said; you are so straight," Blaine laughs, but disappears to the bathroom.


The bird is in the nest.

Kurt's phone chirps with an incoming text, but he doesn't understand what David means.

I know you can be an articulated, outstanding young man. Try once more.

The object is scorching hot.

Drop the spy lingo, and just tell me how he is.

Just because Kurt had set down some ground rules for their date, didn't mean he wouldn't take care of Blaine as well as he could. David was probably the best person to check how Blaine was fairing, and able to tell Kurt if it was reason to call prom off. David had been a close confident for Blaine, and knows almost as much as Kurt does about the dance, and how the attack still affects him.

He's fine. Composed, determined, healthy heart rate, and fuzzing adorably with his hair. He's obviously focusing on the important things.

But… He's not faking it? He's truly okay?

Nothing can keep him away from you and prom tonight, Kurt. He's even singing in front of the mirror now.

Reassured and suitably calmed down, Kurt stealthily leans into the bathroom door, pressing his ear against the wooden material. And there he can hear Blaine humming to one of the songs the Warblers will perform later.

Kurt smiles, and steps away to finish his own preparations. Hair, make up, clothes, accessories. He finally nods satisfied at himself in the mirror, not wanting to change anything more before picking up Blaine. He's wearing a pair of black low slung pants with slim purple vertical stripes. Charcoal suspenders are draped carefully down along his thighs. The low Engelhart boots with zipper details won today, as they're light on his feet. He hopes there will be dancing, and he expect there to be a lot of standing.

A crisp white short-sleeved button up is tucked into his pants so it looks slightly ruff, but not unkempt. The main piece is something he fought nail and claws to get his hands on in a nerve wrecking eBay-duel. A plum brocade Gianni Versace halter top, backless vest. He loves it! It's so stunning he can't imagine adding any brooch to it. He'll wear a boutonnière because it's prom, but that's the only exception he'll make for the stunning vest. He struggled to make up his mind on tie versus bowtie, but ended up wearing a slim, black tie with a subtle chain decor. Discreet, and not pulling any attention from the gorgeous vest.

Blaine and he have of course planned a certain colour coordination, but neither knows fully what the other will be wearing. It'll be a surprise for both of them. Kurt only hopes he can add to Blaine's surprise with his adjustment.

He picks up everything he needs for the night. The prom is held on Dalton grounds, within walking distance, but he brings a satchel prepared for various scenarios, to leave in the wardrobe. A warm jacket and a scarf, Advil and a bottle of water if someone has a headache, hair spray, stain remover, an extra shirt – mostly out of habit, tissues, throat lozenges, and lip balm. He checks one final time in the mirror how he looks, before leaving his room to knock on Blaine's door.

It's a revelation that opens up for him. He's rendered breathless, speechless, as he takes in the wonder that is his boyfriend. Blaine is wearing black slim tuxedo pants, and Kurt's eyes are like a helpless magnet drawn to the shimmering fabric running down the outseam of his pants. Plum shirt, a black vest Kurt recognizes from Brooks Brothers, and a lovely grey jacket with lighter grey piping, also along the three pockets. The jacket ends just above the waistband of his pants, and Kurt's breath stutters. The jacket does wonders to Blaine's figure, and it makes his waist and hips look so narrow, and Kurt keeps getting visions of putting his fingers on him to see if he can hold around him simply with thumbs and index fingers. He swallows, and finally meets Blaine's expectant eyes.

"You look terrific," he croaks.

"Thank you," Blaine says bashfully, and doing that thing where he ducks his head and looks up at Kurt through his eyelashes. Kurt doesn't understand how that look can be so instantly connected to his own kneecaps, transforming them to jelly. "You are a true vision; stunning," Blaine gushes, and carefully runs a finger down Kurt's chest to feel the texture of his vest.

Kurt doesn't mind. To be honest, he was hoping for even more touching than that throughout the evening, at least after prom. Like a gentleman, he plans to walk Blaine back to his room, and they are not going to live up to prom clichés. But maybe a goodnight kiss, maybe standing close and just hugging, wrapped up in each other after a whole night from which he expects keeping their hands to their own.

He had briefly entertained the idea of a midnight detour under the moon and some kisses with the stars shining in Blaine's eyes, walking hand in hand, decompressing from the stuffy air and never ending noise from prom. But Kurt had discharged the idea immediately. He feared that walking alone in the dark, hand in hand, right after prom would resemble the Sadie Hawkins dance too much, trigger some awful memories, and turn the night disastrous. He didn't want to risk anything like that, not tonight, not ever.

"I brought you something," Kurt says after clearing his voice. "I brought you two things, actually," he says, rolling on his feet and resting on his moderate heels as he presents a small gift and the boutonnière for Blaine.

"Kurt! You didn't have to," Blaine says, sounding awed. He opens the door further, to let Kurt in. Into the familiar room, which tonight seems alien and magical.

"Here, let me do it," Kurt says as Blaine picks the flower up from the plastic container.

"It's beautiful," Blaine murmurs, as Kurt pins the flower to his lapel, mirroring his own. "Edelweiss?" he asks, gently brushing a finger over the petals.

"It symbolises daring, noble courage," Kurt says softly.

"Oh Kurt!" Blaine leans up and kisses him sweetly. "Thank you!"

Kurt lets his hands rest on Blaine's chest when he's done adjusting the flower, and Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt's waist.

"I have a very dashing date."

"And you have a present you haven't opened," Kurt reminds him, deflecting the compliment.

Blaine's face lights up in childlike enthusiasm, and he focuses entirely on the thin gift, peeling off the paper quite unceremoniously.

"You don't have to wear it," Kurt rushes as Blaine reveals the bowtie.

"You got me a new bowtie for prom?"

"I made you a new bowtie for whenever…" Kurt mumbles, feeling silly. Whoever shows up on their date's door and hand them accessories?

"You made this for me? It's adorable, thank you so much!" Blaine gushes enthusiastically, running his fingers along the lavender silky fabric with yellow birds.

"Yeah, well, I stumbled upon the fabric, and thought it spoke to a true Warbler," Kurt shrugs.

Blaine is almost jumping from excitement, hurrying to their shared bathroom, and deftly unties his own bowtie, flips up the collar, and wraps the new garment around his neck. Kurt follows him, watching his enthusiasm with amusement.

"How do I look?" Blaine turns away from the mirror, facing Kurt. Kurt adjusts the collar, mostly as an excuse to touch.

"Kind of perfect."

"I can live with that," he preens.

Kurt takes Blaine's hand, lifts it and kisses his knuckles.

"Are you ready for our prom, my prince?"


Prom is held in the main building, in the big, open reception area. Kurt and Blaine walk hand in hand from the dorm building. The afternoon sun is warm enough to keep their jackets off, but they've brought them for later tonight. Their fingers are laced, and Kurt keeps brushing his thumb over Blaine's skin, as if to remind him that he's there, and cares so, so much for him. They share a few tender looks, but otherwise they are walking in comfortable silence.

As they get closer to the main building, Kurt loosens their hold somewhat, so Blaine can take his hand back whenever he wants to. Before they turn the last corner, Blaine stops him.

"I can't make any promises for tonight. But I'm trying," he whispers, and closes their distance to kiss Kurt briefly.

"No expectations," Kurt reassures him.

They enter the for the occasion ball room, after leaving coats and satchels in the wardrobe and registering. Kurt expected class, but this is actually overwhelming. The ceiling lights have been dimmed, and chandeliers are lowered closer to the floor, casting a beautiful shine to the room. Along two of the walls, big torches are mounted high up, burning a warm flaming light.

By the shortest wall, a DJ is offering entertainment from the stage, next to a grand piano Kurt knows will accompany them later. Both the Warblers and the Passerines will do their performances later. The Passerines always perform with a piano, and the Warbler Council decided to use the piano for some of their numbers instead of spending valuable study time before their exams to rehearse acapella numbers for prom. Some of the Warblers are graduating, after all, so the Council showed consideration for them.

As during the Christmas Ball, a long table with a wide range of delicious snacks and finger food has been prepared, along with soft drinks. Kurt spots Nick and Jeff helping themselves to the food, so he nudges Blaine's shoulder, wordlessly asking if they should join them.

As the four boys are gushing appropriately over how the others look, Kurt finds himself captured in a whirlwind called Rachel.

"I'm so glad you're here," she whispers frantically in his ear as Wes catches up with her. She leans back, and takes in what he's wearing. "That's not a suit," she frowns.

"Excellently observed."

"Isn't this a suit-kind-of-occasion?"

"There are several ways to dress sharply. And I'm not taking fashion advice from you, Miss Berry," Kurt teases fondly. Rachel actually looks pretty cute tonight. Maybe it wasn't necessary with pink shoes and accessories to a pink dress, but there are no animal prints, and it's a huge progress simply in that.

David sides up to them with his girlfriend Sharon.

"Come on, let's dance," he encourages, and the eight of them move further out on the floor. The DJ is playing something upbeat and catchy which doesn't necessarily invite to pairing up to dance, so they end up standing in a sort of crowd, just moving to the beat and not moving with anyone in particular. Wes and David with their respective dates still end up flanking Kurt and Blaine on either side, with Nick and Jeff on a third side. Kurt realizes they are making a protective circle around them. Not because they necessarily need it, but because it makes Blaine feel better. He's dancing more loosely, but what really counts is that his stress wrinkles are erased, and his entire posture seems less rigid. His eyes aren't darting around restlessly, but stay focused, and he holds Kurt's gaze for a long time, smiling fondly at him.

It's as if the worst part of the evening was to actually get there. For each song they are dancing through, Blaine seems happier and more comfortable.

They reach the part of the evening where the Passerines perform their five numbers, and then the Warblers are up. The Council had been surprisingly lenient, letting those who wanted to, give it a try for a solo or a duet. Blaine had graciously stepped aside, letting his teammates have a take at being their lead singer. Kurt silently wondered if it was to make it easier to leave if prom became too difficult.

They're performing a catchy set list of this spring's most popular romantic pop songs, but adding their own brand of charisma and style to it. Nick and Jeff are doing a cute, happy duet. Trent had been coaxed into giving it a shot, too shy and modest to ever push for attention. It turned out he had a really smooth voice that gave Jason Mraz a run for his money.

Kurt had considered doing a number. He was always the observer, never the performer or recipient of romantic love songs at McKinley. He hasn't had many chances at singing openly, honestly, directly to Blaine after they started dating either. They sing together a lot; in the car or when they read, when they fix their hair together in the bathroom before class, or when they watch musicals on the laptop. They sing a variety of different songs together. But singing to the other, that it something else entirely.

Kurt had scrolled through his music lists for about 47 minutes to see if he found a suitable song, before giving up. It was hard to find a romantic song that wasn't also a love song. There are very few we've-just-started-dating-and-I-have-a-colony-of-b utterflies-in-my-stomach-songs out there.

Kurt knows that he loves Blaine. He's known since he told Mr. Schue before Christmas, although it's evolved from an you-are-stunning-and-perfect-and-I'm-floored-by-yo u-kind-of-love, to an I-see-you-and-I-love-you-because-of-your-flaws-and -imperfection. So Kurt knows how he feels, even though it may still be early in terms of the age of their romantic relationship.

What stops Kurt, is that he doesn't know how Blaine feels. He's not complaining, far from it; he feels so cherished and important with Blaine in his life. When Blaine looks at him with his expressive eyes and adoration, it makes Kurt's heart stutter and the butterflies act as if they have a collective epileptic fit. He doesn't need more from Blaine, when he already gets so, so much. Love is such an adult and daunting concept, maybe it'll come later, when they are older and have been dating longer. Except Kurt already knows how he feels. But he won't stand on a stage and let Blaine know that way. He doesn't want to sing about love to Blaine, before Blaine really knows how he feels. But he won't tell him yet, it may be too soon. Kurt doesn't know the unwritten rules about relationships, but he won't come off as needy or predatory gay. So he'll postpone the overly lovely love songs for later. There's no rush. As Blaine told him not long ago, there are so much exciting for them to experience together, and they want it all, they don't want to risk missing out on anything because they fast forward.

Kurt knows it would be considered as traditionally romantic to tell Blaine he loves him during prom, but for all he wants to be romantic, he also feels naked, raw, vulnerable. He's pushing himself, he's giving of himself, and he doesn't know if he can give that of him yet. He may tell himself he has all the patience in the world for Blaine, and are very happy with how they are now. But Kurt isn't strong enough to tell Blaine he loves him, and risking not hearing it back. It's better to keep the extension of his feelings hidden, than shaking the equilibrium between them.


Kurt smiles fondly at his boyfriend, who's gesturing animatedly as he discusses with Warbler Robin the merits of Katy Perry versus Madonna.

"Madonna is a trendsetter, and has been able to follow the ebbs and flows of the pop industry for decades, always riding the waves with style," Robin argues.

"Consider all the different things Madonna has done. She's impossible to recognize from one year to the next, there's no predictability or familiarity in what she delivers. She's become a music machine. With Katy Perry, you know what you get, while she's also able to push and surprise without losing herself."

"Music changes; everything changes, Blaine. Madonna is a goddess for staying on the carousel for so long. Just look at The Beatles and One Direction. Boy bands aren't what they were when our grandparents were young."

"Grandparents? How old do you think the Beatles are?"

"They're really not all that different," Kurt chimes in. "The Beatles and 1D are both a gathering of their time's good looking young men, singing about life and love, pleasing the girls and some of the boys, dancing somewhat suggestively, floating on their charm and synchronized plastered on happiness. Except the Beatles are the original, and have substance to their lyrics, while 1D is nothing but a pale copycat."

Blaine laughs that heart warming laughter he has when he's particularly charmed by Kurt, and wraps an arm around his waist. It's a knee jerk reaction to lean into the touch, but he glances at him to make sure it's okay. Blaine smiles, and everything is okay. Kurt clasps his hands in front of him, not quite sure he knows how to avoid overstepping Blaine's boundaries, and soaks up the body heat and scent of him.

It's been a very good evening, with easy talk, a clever DJ, delicious finger food, and a Blaine who's seemed carefree and bouncing giddily. He's flirting through words and looks, discreet, but oh so powerfully. When he, accidentally or not, brushes his knuckles against Kurt's naked arm, goose bumps erupt all over.

So Kurt turns it up a notch or two. It's a pull and push, it's a give and take, in all the best ways.

He picks up something to drink and nibble on for both of them, and remembers to bring back the scampi Blaine had fawned over. He pretends his bowtie is askew, and adjusts it until Blaine is blushing delicately. Kurt rests a hand on Blaine's lower back, thinking he can feel his body heat through all the layers. He slowly runs his hand up and down his back, and Blaine leans back, humming lowly as Jeff tells them about how he saw Mark – or was it Jake? Kurt doesn't know them and doesn't care – sneak into the handicap bathroom with one of the girls. Kurt holds back a snort, thinking about how Dalton sometimes seems too good be true, and then something like that happens and he is yet again assured he's surrounded by regular teenagers, and not some Stepford Male Adolescents.

The only chip in the otherwise perfect prom-surface, is Flora. Kurt has seen her now and then throughout the night, and they have managed to exchange a few superficial pleasantries. The twin sisters Lana and Celia are each other's dates, as neither have anyone special in their lives at the moment, and according to Flora didn't care much for the tradition prom hype. Celia dated Wes last year, but decided to focus on her school work this semester. The sisters are graduating, and this prom is one of the last things they do in their high school careers. Celia had said she'd start dating in college, but there were no point starting anything back home right before she was leaving. While Celia was quite outspoken and adamant about her wishes for her dating life. Lana had according to Flora just shrugged and started talking about something else.

Kurt has seen Flora looking longingly at Lana, and he can only imagine the sadness she's going through. She's still a Junior, and is now facing an entire year at St. Elizabeth's without her best friend and the girl she's feeling something strongly for. Lana managed to lure Flora out on the dance floor, and they danced and seemingly had fun. But Kurt, who knows, can see the conflicted pain in Flora's eyes. He swallows heavily, thinking about the time he spent pining for Blaine. At least he eventually knew that Blaine returned his feelings, he just needed some more courage. Flora doesn't know where she stands, and hasn't any reason to believe the stars are in her favour. Kurt aches for her.

Blaine slides up to him and brushes his finger along Kurt's naked elbow, and he can't suppress the shiver. Blaine smiles tenderly at him.

"Dance with me?"

Of course Kurt obliges.

He cradles Blaine in his arms, Blaine diving into the embrace with soul and skin, and they move slowly and tenderly to a power ballad Wes and Rachel are crooning out together. With so much talent in the room, the DJ was happy to take a break, and leave the stage to whoever wanted. The pianist Dalton had hired for the night was still on the premises, and tried to hang on to Rachel's song suggestions.

Blaine kisses his neck, and rests his cheek against his. Kurt holds him close, and they are hardly moving, but he refuses to see it as anything else but slow dancing with his boyfriend at prom.


"Kurt, oh Kurt, have you heard?" Rachel squeals excitedly, pulling him roughly by his wrist to a quieter corner of the assembly hall.

"What is it?" Kurt hisses. Blaine had told him he had a surprise for him, and then bounced off to the stage. If his boyfriend is about to sing, he really, really wants to watch his performance, instead of listening to Rachel's gossip.

"So you haven't heard? It's important news," she insists.

"What?" Kurt asks absentmindedly, watching Blaine climb to the stage with obvious bounce in his steps, headed for the microphone after exchanging a few words with the pianist. Kurt walks closer to the stage, but Rachel follows him.

"You seriously haven't seen Jacob Ben Israel's blog update earlier today? It's the talk of McKinley, Kurt, twitter and Facebook are boiling from it!" she shrills, waving her iPhone in front of his face, and forcing part of Kurt's attention in her direction.

"I'd rather buy and committing to use season tickets for Buckeyes, than wasting time on that blabbering viral piece of gossip hound," Kurt snorts.

Blaine is nodding at the pianist, and the woman begins a slow intro as liquid as syrup, and Kurt knows he should recognize it, but he can't.

"But this relates to you," Rachel pleads, yanking him by the back strap of his vest, and that gives her his entire attention.

"Don't!" he warns, adjusting the vest and making sure it still looks perfect. It's literally months since he stopped caring about what Jacob Ben Israel wrote about him in his fairytale book. The boy clearly doesn't care much for a Pulitzer prize anyway, with his reckless attitude to sources, credibility and verifiability.

Kurt fades Rachel out, and focuses entirely on what goes on on the stage. The pianist abruptly stops her playing, and Blaine is gripping the microphone tightly, knees slightly bent, and his eyes are locked as he croons, and Kurt's heart stops, his skin rupturing in goose bumps, and a vicious shiver runs down his spine.

"Aaat laaast…"

Blaine's face is intense; eyes scrunched until they make the most adorable wrinkles in the corners and on his forehead, but Kurt will never admit that aloud, of course. He's curling himself around the microphone stand, as if it can make the song mean more and something stronger by the time it arrives Kurt's eardrums.

"My love has come along. My lonely days are over. And life is like a song!"

It's perhaps the most intense performance Kurt's ever seen Blaine give.

Rachel looks suitably mollified for a long moment, before she continues with the same whispered enthusiasm, doing her best to interrupt Kurt's Blaine-trance.

"Karofsky is transferring, Kurt. He won't be at McKinley next year. It's confirmed by Dave himself in a taped interview, although he refuses to say why…" Rachel frowns.

"And what has that got to do with me?" Kurt sighs, eyes fixed on his boyfriend.

"I found a dream that I could speak to," Blaine sings, and giggles oh so cutely, ducking his head, before looking at his boyfriend again with the most honest and expressive eyes Kurt has ever seen. He sees what Nick means when he says Blaine is making heart eyes.

"A dream that I can call my own. I found a thrill to press my cheek to. A thrill that I have never known."

"Sometimes, you are really slow, Kurt. Don't you realize that with Karofsky gone, you can come back to McKinley," Rachel beams, clapping her hands and almost jumping around him.

"What?" he blurts out ineloquently, finally tearing his eyes off of his boyfriend.

"There's no reason for you to stay here anymore," Rachel pronounces overly clearly. "You can be a part of New Directions again."

Kurt gawks unattractively, and has to force his mouth shut. He stares silently at her, before turning towards the stage again.

Blaine locks eyes with Kurt, and Kurt is unable to look away. Blaine is smiling so sweetly and sincerely, it makes Kurt's heart ache.

"And you smile, you smile. Oh, and then the spell was cast. And here we are in Heaven, For you are mine at last."

Blaine, who is finally his. But which school is Kurt's?


Lyrics from:

Etta James – At Last (but I recommend watching Annsofi Pettersen's version, from her X-Faktor Norway audition in 2010, to get a better idea of the giggle Blaine is making during his performance.)