Chapter 18: Waterloo

What if no one comes?

Blaine tried to push the thought aside as he finished dragging the last of the chairs into a circle in the choir room. He stretched his arms up over his head, focusing on the satisfying pull of his muscles rather than his unmotivated worries.

They had made a solid go at their recruiting efforts, at least. Blaine was quite pleased with signs Nick came up with to promote their new club. They said, "We're here. We're queer. We have the best snacks."

Kurt had gently suggested that perhaps they should not post sign-up sheets so that members would not feel like they had a target on their back. It angered Blaine to think about but unfortunately Kurt had a point. Instead, they had created eye-catching posters advertising an open-door policy; anyone was welcome at any meeting.

Not having a sign-up sheet did make it difficult to decide how many chairs to put, though. Blaine wanted to have enough, but it would be embarrassing for everyone if he overshot and the room felt awkwardly empty.

"Looks good, B!" Nick called out. He grunted slightly as he placed several heavy grocery bags on the snack table Blaine had set up. He had even found a plastic, rainbow table cloth. He just hoped it wasn't too much.

A moment later, Kurt appeared with an enormous box of homemade cupcakes. Grinning, Blaine ran up to him to help him carry the box.

"So, wh-wh-what flavor did we end up-up going with?"

Kurt had been running recipes by Blaine late into the evening the night before.

"Red velvet with maple buttercream frosting."

Blaine's mouth watered.

"I wish I knew how to bake," Nick lamented.

"Hello, boys!" The choir room door swung open and in walked Rachel, arm-in-arm with Tina. "We're here to put the 'S' in GSA."

Blaine gave them a friendly wave but Kurt ran up and gave them each a quick hug. It looked like he was whispering something in their ears; probably thanking them for coming.

Next, Santana and Brittany arrived. Brittany cooed over Blaine's rainbow decorations and Santana crossed her arms and looked alternately nervous and aggressive, like a cat that's been cornered by a larger animal.

At least the room wasn't empty. Sure, it was just their friends but it was a start. Maybe it would take a few weeks to build up membership. Just as Blaine was starting to accept that no one else was coming, the door burst open to reveal three rather nervous-looking freshmen.

Nick looked absolutely delighted and called out, "Fresh meat!"

The boy in the group went pale and looked like he might have thought better of the whole endeavor. Blaine quickly sidled up to him and reached out his hand.

"Don't mind, um, um, him; he's j-j-just over-excited. Bl-Blaine Anderson. You?"

"J-Jimmy," the boy squeaked.

"We are so ha-ha-happy you came. Pl-Please try to cupcakes; my —boyfriend Kurt made them and they're divine. Well…I haven't…I haven't tr-tr-tried them, but trust me…e-e-everything he makes is divine."

Jimmy glanced over at Kurt, back to Blaine, and then grinned. "Oh my gosh! You're the one who sang to your boyfriend in the courtyard on Valentine's Day!"

Blaine found himself blushing a little as he nodded.

Jimmy lit up, all the awkward nerves gone. He clapped his hands together in excitement. "Oh my gosh! That was the greatest thing I've ever seen. I…I was so nervous about coming to high school. I…I always thought I'd be the only one but then I saw that and even though you got slushied at the end it still…well, it gave me hope, you know."

"I…I…th-th-thank you, that's…that means a l-lot to me—to hear that, it-it-it means a lot."

"How long have you guys been together?"

Blaine stopped to think for a moment. "About five months."

"Wow! I…I never thought I would…I never thought I could, you know?"

Blaine finished the boy's utterance in his head, Never thought you could have a boyfriend in high school.

"Well, the, uh, uh, uh, the m-more of us there are…the more we-we-we-we b-b-band to-to-together, the safer it's g-g-going to be for all of us. That's why…well, that's why we're st-st-starting this club."

"I…yeah…thank you!"

One of the girls who had walked in with Jimmy nudged him.

"Oh! Oh my goodness! I forgot…I didn't even introduce you to my two best gals. This is Cheryl and, uh, shit…you never did tell me what name you wanted to use here," he looked pleadingly at the other girl.

She gave him a faint smile. "Unique," she said, extending her hand for Blaine to shake.

"Bl-Bl-Bl-Blaine. I'm de-de…delighted to make your acquaintance."

"Oh, this one has manners. I like him."

After a few more minutes of milling around and eating way too many snacks, Nick called the group to order and asked everyone to find a seat. Blaine let out a sigh of relief as he saw that most of the chairs were filled.

"Hello, everyone! Thank you so much for coming to the first official meeting of the McKinley High Gay Straight Alliance. My name is Nick Duval and I'm so glad—"

The sound of the choir room door swinging open interrupted Nick. Kurt gasped, "Dave?"

It was, indeed, Dave Karofsky. Willingly walking into a GSA meeting. Blaine could hardly believe his eyes.

"Sorry I'm late," he said gruffly before taking his seat, ignoring the bug-eyes he was getting from half the room.

Jimmy leaned over to whisper in Blaine's ear, "Isn't he on the football team?"

Blaine nodded.

"That's quite alright! Grab some snacks and then join us when you're ready. So I would like us to start with introductions. Let's go around the circle and please say your name and pronouns, what grade you are in, a fun fact about you, and if you're comfortable, what brought you in today.

Introductions went smoothly. There was a tense moment where Dave Karofsky seemed hostile to the idea of stating his preferred pronouns but Kurt finally managed to put it in terms he could understand and the group was able to move on. Blaine enjoyed hearing everyone's reasons for coming. Some were looking for camaraderie, others were looking for opportunities for activism, and some had questions about taking those first baby steps towards coming out. Dave Karofsky and another nervous freshman who wandered in later were the only ones who wouldn't say.

Blaine was pleasantly surprised by how open some of the newer faces were in the group. When Nick opened the floor up for general questions or sharing, Jimmy and his friend Cheryl were remarkably candid.

Cheryl shook out her long blonde mane and vented, "Just because I have a boyfriend now everyone is telling me that it was 'just a phase.' How do I get my stupid friends to get it through their stupid heads that I'm just as bisexual now as when I was dating Brittany."

That got Santana's attention. "Hold on a minute, toddler. My Brittany?"

Brittany cocked her head to the side, as if trying to decide if she recognized the girl on the other side of the room. "Oh yeah, we dated for like a week in 7th grade. We couldn't find a flavor of chapstick we both liked so we had to go our separate ways. So tragic."

Santana crossed her arms, eyes flashing, but she stayed silent.

Cheryl grimaced awkwardly. "I—I'm sorry! I didn't realize it would…look it was just a week a million years ago. If you're dating Santana now, Britt, does that mean you're bi too?" Her grimace was replaced with a hopeful smile.

Brittany shrugged and looked thoughtful, as if she had never considered the question before.

Santana patted her hand gently. "You don't need to label yourself if you don't want to, baby. We know who we are and that's what matters."

"No, I don't mind…I just…I like girls…and boys…this one bush…the dryer set to tumble-dry low…"

His voice pitched an octave higher than usual, Nick jumped in, desperate to stop her increasingly bizarre list of sexual attractions. "Uh, well, Brittany a lot of people identify as bisexual because they are sexually and/or romantically attracted to both girls and boys. Some people prefer the term pansexual because it isn't tied to the gender binary"

"Now that you mention it, there was this one wok that really—"

Santana jumped in before she could finish. "—Not now, Brit-Brit. That's a just us kind of story, I think."

Nick cleared his throat. "So, uh, does anyone have any advice for Cheryl?"

Blaine let his lunch tray fall to the table with a satisfying clatter. What could he say? He was proud of himself.

His moment of triumph was largely unacknowledged by the chattering Glee club compatriots at the table. Kurt smiled broadly and gave him a subtle nod of encouragement; it was all the praise that Blaine needed.

He couldn't wait to tell Ms. Shine he had actually ordered his lunch from the cafeteria. These days she had taken to setting him little communication "challenges" like " call a store and find out when they open" or " volunteer an answer in class three times ." She was putting his naturally competitive nature to good use.

Nick thumped him on the shoulder and Kurt crossed his ankle over Blaine's under the table, but otherwise the conversation flowed on around him. Now that the great schism had been repaired, the group had gotten positively raucous. They'd even had to expand to a larger table now that even the "popular" Glee kids had taken to eating with them daily.

"So, you boys up for it?" Nick asked, leaning in from across the table towards Blaine and Kurt.

"A three way?" Kurt dead-panned. "Sorry, Nick, but we don't play that way."

Blaine nearly spit out his lemonade but Nick just threw his head back and let out a deep belly laugh.

"No, you creeper; are you boys up for finding me a date to prom? I'm brand new to the school and the gay dating pool here leaves a lot to be desired."

Slightly exasperated, Blaine replied, "I d-d-don't really know of anyone."

Kurt nodded. "Before Blaine showed up, I was the only out gay kid at all so consider yourself lucky. Besides the three of us, I mean there are some of the guys who showed up to GSA, like Jimmy, but otherwise…" he trailed off with a shrug.

Nick let out a disappointed sigh. "Aw, man! I was really hoping you would have some leads, Kurt. Even if someone wanted to go as friends I…well, you know how things went the last time. It would be nice to have some good memories to replace the bad, you know? You must be happy you have your date all wrapped up."

Blaine cleared his throat loudly. "I, uh, uh, uh, I mean n-n-n-not ex-ex-ex-exactly but…I…I…obviously, I mean…"

Nick clapped his hand over his mouth. "Oh no! You guys haven't asked each other yet? Come on you've been together for sixth months; get it together."

Kurt took his hand under the table. "Of course we're going together but just because we've been dating for six months doesn't mean the romance is dead."

Thank you, Kurt!

"Yeah! I'm j-j-j-just picking the-the perfect song for my-my promposal."

Kurt's eyes grew wide. "You were going to do a promposal?"

"Of-of-of course! You go cr-cr-crazy for those videos on-on YouTube. I can —take a hint."

"Oh no! Uh-uh! You are not allowed to ask me to the prom!" Kurt insisted rather intensely.

Blaine's heart rate picked up speed. Kurt doesn't want to go to prom? But Kurt loves dressing up! And traditional teenage rites of passage!

His confused hurt must have shown on his face because Kurt quickly clarified.

"Oh stop, not like that Blaine! Oh no, honey, no of course I want to go to the prom. I've wanted to go to prom since I was seven. I just meant that I wanted to ask you."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh. Honestly, I can't believe you seriously were worried I didn't want to go. But I thought we were taking turns with the big displays of musical affection. You sang me You're All I Need to Get By when you asked me to be your boyfriend, then I sang Darling I Do when I told you I loved you, and then you sang Can't Take my Eyes Off of You on Valentine's Day. It's my turn. Those are the rules."

Blaine pouted. He really had been looking forward to cooking up something epic.

Nick sighed wistfully. "You guys are adorable. I'm insanely jealous. You two seriously need to find me a prom date or I'm going to spend all night cutting in on your dances."

Kurt sat up ramrod straight, looking worried. "Well, we can't have that! We're on it!"

"Where are we g-g-going?" Blaine whined.

"Uh-uh, you know the rules."

Kurt had insisted on planning their six month anniversary date, despite Blaine's objections that he wanted to help.

Finally, Kurt parked the car, grabbing a large bag from the trunk and then taking Blaine's hand to lead the way. When they turned the corner, Blaine realized he was being led to one of the large city parks that Lima boasted.

Suddenly, it clicked and Blaine gasped with delight. "Is this…you're…you're re-re-re-recreating our first date!"

Kurt flashed him a wide smile. He swung their intertwined hands happily. "Yup."

The weather was much lovelier than the last time they had been here. The bare trees were covered in new, green leaves now. There were even patches of wildflowers here and there.

When they arrived at the clearing— our spot as Blaine liked to think of it—Kurt opened his bag and spread out a large, checkered picnic blanket. "I'm sorry but I couldn't arrange for a meteor shower this time. To make up for it, though, I've brought this." Kurt unpacked a tasty looking lunch of sandwiches, seltzer, berries, and brownies.

"Mmm, this-this-this looks de-delicious."

Kurt handed him a gouda, turkey, arugula, and tomato sandwich on ciabatta bread. Blaine hummed in pleasure as he took the first bite, letting the sharp bite of the cheese mix with the juicy sweetness of the tomato.

"So, when did you figure out that you wanted to ask me out on a date back then anyways?" Kurt inquired.

Blaine chuckled. "About ha-ha-halfway through the-the-the date."

"Oh! So you really didn't have that in mind when you pulled out the coupon?"

"No…or at least—at least n-n-not consciously. I…it was…weird, like I…" Blaine trailed off, unsure how to explain.

"Weird?" Kurt arched his eyebrow at Blaine, looking prickly. That came out wrong!

"No it was l-l-like…I ju-ju-just remember wanting the nnnnight to last. It was like…like my body knew ssssomething that my br-br-brain hadn't figured out yet but I…I just felt this pull to st-st-stay with you, so I…that's why I asked you to go on that walk. It w-w-w-was—I was operating on pure instinct, I think."

Oh dear, that came out all garbled. I don't think that made any sense. I need him to understand.

Blaine glanced up to see Kurt's eyes shining brightly. "Oh," he said breathlessly. "So, um, when did you—when did your brain figure it out?"

"When we were l-l-looking up at the—at the st-st-stars. When it was —quiet so I could—I could think. It, um, it hit me like a freight train," Blaine admitted sheepishly.

"Wow. That's…that's really romantic."

"Yeah? Yeah, I-I-I guess it was. I just—I'm—I mean—to be cl-clear, it's not like I hadn't, um, thought a-a-about it but I-I-I just felt so….so confused. I…I pr-pr-probably had feelings for you for a-a-ages but, like, I —didn't know that I did…does that makes sense?"

Kurt's laugh tinkled like a bell. "Yes. Actually, no, not really. I was very aware that I had a crush on you from the second you opened your mouth to sing that first time in Glee club."

Wait, what? That long?

"Oh, wow! I-I…I'm s-sorry I made you, um, um, wait so long."

Kurt cocked his head to the side. "Oh, honey, you have nothing to apologize for. You were ready when you were ready. Besides, I wouldn't trade those months of friendship for anything. It was a good…foundation, I think, for our relationship. But didn't you, like, suspect anything?"

"N-N-No, not until…I st-st-started wondering if you thought it was a—was a d-date that night, after San-Santana said…well, you know. The clue-clue-clueless thing goes both ways, so, uh, yeah."

Kurt laughed again. "I was so sure you were on to me. Or, that you liked someone else. God, when you asked me about crushes I nearly had a heart attack."

Having finished his sandwich, Blaine flopped back onto the blanket. Kurt followed suit. They lay there, side-by-side, on the blanket looking up at the crisp, blue sky.

"Is it just me or does that cloud look like Cher?"

Blaine tilted his head to change the angle. "Oh my god, it-it-it totally does!"

Gentle fingers brushed over his knuckles and Blaine was transported six months into the past, when he had first reached out for Kurt in the darkness, trembling with nerves and excitement.

They rolled over to face one another. Blaine reached out his other hand to trace the line of Kurt's cheekbone. "I-I love you."

Kurt pressed their foreheads together. "Love you too. So damn much."

The kiss that followed was even sweeter than the last time they had kissed on this spot.

Blaine loved holding Kurt's hand. It was one of the few forms of PDA they were really comfortable with and, besides, he loved that feeling of physical connection to his most important person.

But now…well, if Kurt didn't let up soon his fingers were going to turn white from lack of circulation.

"Kurt!" he finally hissed.

"Oh! S-Sorry, Blaine. I didn't realize I was squeezing so hard."

"It's fine, ju-just…it was starting to hurt. Are you, um, are you okay?"

"I just…Blaine, what if one of the engines fails and we fall out of the sky? What if a terrorist hijacks the plane? What if—"

"Honey, Kurt, n-n-none of those things are —going to happen. Why —didn't you t-t-tell me flying made you nervous?"

"I didn't know it did! This is my first time on an airplane, Blaine!"

Geez, Blaine, check your privilege.

"Oh! S-sorry, I…didn't realize. You can —squeeze my head as much as you need to, okay?"

Kurt's breathing started to sound different; the breaths were shorter and came faster. Uh oh.

"Kurt, honey, t-t-try to match your br-br-breath to-to-to mine."

Blaine looked right into Kurt's cerulean eyes, breathing slowly and speaking calmly. "In…two…three…four…Out…two…three…four."

Kurt tried his best to follow along with Blaine's slow, even breath but it was clearly difficult. He couldn't seem to help gasping intermittently, even as he tried to slow himself down.

"I, um, do you have a…a paper bag, by any chance?" Kurt asked in-between gasped inhalations.

"Um…" Blaine cast about wildly, even though he already knew that of course he didn't have a paper bag. A strip of white paper poked out from the seat-back pocket; Blaine grabbed it and bang to unfold. "Um, h-here."

Kurt wrinkled his nose as Blaine handed him the barf bag but he didn't refuse. Blaine watched as the bag expanded and contracted, each breath bringing Kurt the extra carbon dioxide that his body needed to find balance again.

Finally, he slowed down and pulled the bag away. "I…I think I'm okay now?" It came out sounding like a question. Blaine felt something tight in his chest as he realized that Kurt's eyes were swimming in tears.

Blaine let out a sigh of relief. "I'm v-v-very glad to-to hear that. Let's, um, here dr-drink some w-w-water and, uh, uh, I'm going to keep that —poor worried brain of yours distracted, okay?"

Kurt sipped at the water glass and nodded.

"Just pr-pr-promise me one thing."

"Anything."

"You can never tell Rachel Berry that I hyperventilated into a barf bag."

Blaine burst out laughing.

"Hey! I'm dead serious. You're taking that to the grave, mister, you hear?"

"Sir, yes, s-s-sir."

"Mr. Schuester, I just want you to know that Finn and I are prepared to step in if you change your mind about the featured singers." There was a slight thump and Blaine turned his head to discover Kurt was banging the back of his head against the wall in frustration. Rachel continued, "I know that it's New York City but remember I couldn't find much about that third judge so it is a bit of a gamble. We are totally over our feud and though we are, tragically, only friends for the moment you can't deny our musical chemistry is as strong as ever."

"Thank you, Rachel, for that…generous offer, but I see no reason to make last minute changes. I'm proud to be featuring such a broad range of voices in this setlist."

"Don't think I don't see you back there, Kurt, being a drama queen!" Rachel hissed.

"Oh, yes, I'm the one being a drama queen."

Blaine let it all roll off of him, too used to Rachel's predictable last-minute power grabs to be shaken by them. He was starting to feel the pre-show adrenaline buzz and it overpowered any other emotion.

The final few hours went by in a blur and before he knew it, Blaine was waiting in the wings, ready to step out on stage in front of the biggest audience he had ever performed in front of.

Alone.

He bounced on his toes a few times. Kurt gave his shoulders a reassuring squeeze. "We're going to kill it out there."

"It's g-g-going to be a-a-a bloodbath."

"Blaine!" Kurt hissed, annoyed at him for being gross. But before he could reply, Blaine heard his cue and stepped out into the spotlight.

I never understood before
I never knew what love was for
My heart was broke my head was sore
What a feeling

Alone on the stage he felt powerful and vulnerable all at the same time. He reached his hand out and Kurt stepped onto the stage, reaching back. As he walked closer to Blaine, he sang:

Caught up in ancient history
I didn't believe in destiny
I look up you're standing next to me
What a feeling

For a few moments, they stared into one another's eyes and Blaine almost lost himself there. Turning to the audience, they joined there voice together for the chorus.

What a feeling in my soul
Love burns brighter than sunshine
It's brighter than sunshine
Let the rain fall I don't care
I'm yours and suddenly you're mine
Suddenly you're mine
And it's brighter than sunshine

Brittany twirled onto the stage, her arms arcing gracefully through the air.

Love will remain a mystery
But give me your hand and you will see
You're heart is keeping time with me

Then Santana stepped onto the stage. Blaine had been beyond shocked when she had volunteered to take a verse in the song. He flattered himself to think that she was starting to feel more comfortable in her skin after the first few GSA meetings.

I didn't have the strength to fight
But suddenly it seemed so right
Me and you
What a feeling

Together, the four of them sang out the strength of their love to a crowd of hundreds.

What a feeling in my soul
Love burns brighter than sunshine
It's brighter than sunshine
Let the rain fall I don't care
I'm yours and suddenly you're mine
Suddenly you're mine
And it's brighter than the sun
It's brighter the sun
It's brighter than the sun, sunshine

The applause was deafening. Brittany had to shake him out of his reverie before he would move to find his mark for the group group number. The crowd grew quiet, the music started, and then the house lights illuminated the stage again.

The New Directions stood in formation, in lines and rows; each person had their place. As they sang, solos were passed around a line or two at a time but for each chorus they joined their voices together in full force.

Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why

They were all so different…and yet…they were all just as much a part of this new generation coming up as anyone else. Each of them had their place.

Friday night and everyone's moving
I can feel the heat but it's soothing, heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town (downtown)

The young ones are going
(Downtown) the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round

Bright lights, the music gets faster
Look, boy, don't check on your watch, not another glance
I'm not leaving now, honey, not a chance

Blaine thought about the imposing adults who had surrounded him in that courtroom. He thought about the lawyers and the juries who had let people get away with hurting people like him and it still filled him with rage. But they just keep getting older and so do I and one day I'll be the one in charge and they'll all be dead and gone. It was morbid thought but also a strangely comforting one.

Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later, baby, you'll be saying nevermind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind (kind hearts)

He glanced to his left and then to his right. He saw Kurt, Nick…life had been cruel to them all. And yet…they were finding their way. Sure, their path may be a crooked line but it still felt like the right track. He was going to make it. They were all going to make it. He just had a really good feeling about things.

Don't make a new story
(Kind hearts) don't grab any glory
We're the kids in America (whoa)

"Why aren't you-you-you more up-upset, Kurt?"

"Because…I mean, look where we are?" Kurt opened his arms wide in a sweeping gesture. Blaine followed the arc of his hands and took in the trees, the people, the towering skyscrapers. Kurt had a point. Central Park was spectacular.

"But we lost, Kurt!" Rachel argued. Blaine nodded emphatically. See, s he gets it.

Sam took a shot and cheering the group up. "Yeah we lost, but we still got to compete in Nationals. It's been, what, how many years since McKinley made it to Nationals? Ten? Fifteen?"

Blaine crossed his arms over his chest, not ready to give up on pouting just yet.

Kurt shrugged helplessly. "I don't know what to say, guys. We're in New York City for crying out loud. This is my dream city and I finally made it, even if only for a few days. Now the dreams about my future won't be so fuzzy because I've actually seen the places, walked the streets, smelled the smells. It's so much easier to picture and it's even better than I could possibly have imagined." He sighed. "One more year in that cow town and then I'm getting back here for good." He reached his hand across to take Blaine's. "And I'm taking you with me, of course."

Blaine leaned his head onto Kurt's shoulder, closed his eyes, and tried to picture it. Him and Kurt, hand in hand, walking down the street without a second glance from anyone. They would find dorm rooms nearby or maybe squeeze into a tiny apartment with a few of their friends. On the weekends they would stage door at all the shows they couldn't afford tickets to. They would be accepted. They would be together. They would be happy.

"Well, I'm still crushed that we lost," Rachel grumbled, glaring at Blaine as if he had betrayed her by feeling happy.

"Oh come off it, Rachel, you saw the other groups," Finn chided her gently.

Kurt nodded and laughed. "I thought we would be cutting-edge with our opening number. Who could have predicted the San Francisco Glee Club who performed their entire set in drag?"

Blaine clapped his hands together in delight. "They were sssssso g-good! And-and-and then there was the, uh, uh, the gr-gr-group that had like fifty members!"

"And the one who had a contortionist on their team!"

"Don't forget about that one with all the pyrotechnics!"

"Or the roller skates!"

"Or the robots!"

Rachel finally cracked. "Fine! You're right, okay, you're right! There were so many good teams and they clearly had much higher budgets than us. Of course we lost! Are you happy now?"

Kurt grinned. "I mean I was already happy, but sure."

"I just…Nationals was my Waterloo, you know? I really wanted to win."

"Yeah, we all did."

"There's always next year."

Back at McKinley, they gathered in the choir room for the post-mortem on Nationals. They reviewed where they had gone right, where they had gone wrong, and where they had just been out-funded.

"The good news," Mr. Schuester announced, "is that making it to Nationals this year is really going to drum up interest and support for our group so I think we have a really decent chance of getting more funding for next year. It should make recruiting easier too."

Rachel's hand shot into the air; there was a familiar glint in her eye.

Defeated and weary from a long year, Mr. Schuester gave her the floor.

"I know that we are all down about losing in New York but my friends in this room reminded me that sometimes losing can still feel like a victory. This song is for them and for all of you. Please come join me up here if you know the words or feel inspired."

My my
At Waterloo Napoleon did surrender
Oh yeah
And I have met my destiny in quite a similar way
The history book on the shelf
Is always repeating itself
Waterloo I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo knowing my fate is to be with you
Waterloo finally facing my Waterloo

So how could I ever refuse
I feel like I win when I lose
Waterloo couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo knowing my fate is to be with you
Waterloo finally facing my Waterloo
Waterloo knowing my fate is to be with you
Oh, oh Waterloo finally facing my Waterloo
Waterloo knowing my fate is to be with you

Blaine glanced over at Kurt, at Nick, at this room full of people who loved and supported him. Yeah, it was pretty easy to feel like a winner.


Thanks to my beta reader, BlurglesmurfKlaine, who is full of sunshine!

Music Notes:
Brighter Than Sunshine - Aqualung
Kids in America - Kim Wilde
Waterloo - ABBA

Coming Up Next: The best laid prom plans often go awry. Things are winding down, if you can believe it! Just one chapter left + an epilogue.