Chapter 31:
A/n- Well, this is the last chapter! We would just like to thank everyone who has read our story and been entertained by it and to anyone who has reviewed. Thank you. This story was super fun to write and we were glad we could share it with everyone. We also have a new story coming out! It is called "Kurt Hummel and the Seven Warblers" which is a fun take on Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. That one is more of a mini story and we will post the first chapter next week. We wish you happy reading!
Anyway, here's the last chapter of "What Is This Feeling?" Enjoy!
Kurt:
I sprayed my hair one last time to set it and checked over my appearance in the mirror once more. I smoothed a hand down my silvery colored suit and straightened my lilac-colored tie that Blaine and I had picked out. Tossing a smile at my reflection, I squealed with excitement for the night that would follow. It was prom night and I was on cloud nine! I had been waiting for this moment for so long and it was finally here. Blaine and I had carefully selected our suits (Blaine claimed I forced him into his, but he picked it out) and our matching ties and he would be here to pick me up at any moment. As soon as my boyfriend arrived, we would be pinning our boutonnière's on and heading out to meet our friends at Breadstix. It wasn't the fanciest place, but everyone wanted to go there, so it was decided. I was just so happy about getting to go to prom with Blaine that I would have eaten just about anywhere.
A knock on my door had me wheeling around, heart beating fast for some reason. I mean, this was Blaine, so why did I feel so nervous? My door swung open and he walked in looking so handsome it took my breath away. His hair had been carefully styled so that the curls remained but they were swept away from his face. His dark, hunter green suit was tailored perfectly to him and his lilac colored bow tie was the perfect final touch. We both laughed when we realized we were just staring at each other without speaking for several minutes and Blaine lifted a plastic container up coyly. Inside were two identical lilac colored daisies.
"Shall we?" I nodded, suddenly feeling a little shy for some stupid reason. I bit my lip with hands clasped behind my back as Blaine stepped up to me slowly. Was it just my imagination or did he look nervous too? A blush painted his cheeks a pretty pink and his long lashes fanned out over his cheeks as he popped open the container and withdrew one of the boutonnières with a slightly shaky hand. He finally looked up into my eyes and I felt my knees go weak at the beautiful honeyed depths as he smiled lovingly at me. "Kurt, you look absolutely beautiful."
"Thank you. So do you." I could feel my own blush spotting my cheeks as he gave me a gentle peck on my lips and started to fasten the flower to my lapel. I grinned like an idiot, savoring this amazing moment that I didn't think I would get. I mean, I knew I would go to prom, but I always figured I would go with someone I wasn't as serious about or a friend and this was just... more. I grinned even harder when I saw the watch I had bought for Blaine peeking out from under the cuff of his sleeve. He really liked it! He hadn't shut up about it for a whole week after his birthday until Jeff threatened to steal it and smash it with a hammer. Then Blaine pounced on him and they fought each other until they each had a black eye and a split lip. Animals.
I suppressed a giggle at Blaine's face, completely focused on his task, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth and eyebrows scrunched in concentration. He seemed to be struggling to get it pinned and he was trying not to let on.
"You got it, babe?" I asked innocently and he huffed.
"Yes, I can do this. Fuck, you wouldn't think this would be that hard." I finally let go of the giggle and he narrowed his eyes at me. "Shut up, Hummel. Not all of us were born perfect like you." He muttered without any real heat to it.
"Do you need help?"
"No! I can do this!" I just shook my head at him before we heard the shutter sound of a camera app and then a flash blinded us both.
Carole was holding up her phone and taking multiple pictures of us along with Blaine's mom who had her actual camera. Dad stood behind the two of them smirking and sipping a beer.
"Moooom, what are you doing?" Blaine whined as he let go of my jacket in favor of covering up his eyes.
"Oh, hush! This is a sweet moment, so paste a smile on your face and act like you know what you're doing with that pin, Blainey." I pursed my lips in another strong effort to not laugh as Blaine rolled his eyes in a very put-out way before turning back to me.
"Aw, they look so adorable!" Carole said happily as she snapped away along with Pam.
"I know! I bet if he would put on his glasses he could actually see the pin though!" Pam said pointedly. I heard a small growl forming in the back of Blaine's throat and his face tightened with annoyance even though he was still smiling. It caused him to have a manic look and I gently laid my hands over his. At his questioning look, I smiled and guided his fingers expertly. We both ignored the chorus of, awwws from the women in the room as I started on Blaine's.
"Don't be embarrassed," I whispered to him discreetly. "They are just excited. They did this to me right before our first date too." He chuckled softly, some of the tension bleeding out of his face and shoulders.
"I'm not embarrassed, just annoyed that they ruined our moment." I laughed while I patted his arm.
"There is plenty of time for more moments tonight." The look he got on his face I recognized immediately. Darkened eyes glittering with lust, devilish smile, and his hand sliding down my arm with a purpose on its way to my ass. He was about to say something very inappropriate. I stepped away quickly and turned to my dad instead, trying to ignore the way my face was warming up and the squeak in my voice.
"Dad, where's Finn?" It was the first I could think of and everyone was staring at me a little bewildered.
"Uh, think he's still trying to tie his bow tie. Rachel made him wear it." Dad replied as I grabbed Blaine's hand and dragged him down the hall to Finn's room. He would be going to pick her up and meet us at Breadstix with everyone else.
"Yeah, we will go help him!" I called back after three of our parental figures who were following us.
"Ooh! Good idea! We can get pictures of all three of you together!" Carole exclaimed. Pam nodded her agreement as she scrolled through the pictures on her camera. Blaine huffed in exasperation at their enthusiasm.
"As long as we don't have to do dumb poses." He grumbled. I just laughed and tugged him into Finn's room where the hapless giant was fruitlessly trying to fix his bow tie. In the end, Blaine fixed it for him and pulled a face at me like I should have known better than to underestimate him and his bow tie skills.
"I knew you liked bow ties." I muttered at him as Carole took a million snapshots of Finn posing awkwardly. Blaine hip checked me and righted me as I nearly collapsed under the unexpected push.
"I like them more on you, or rather when I'm taking them off of you." He growled sensually into my ear. I cleared my throat and ignored the way my pants got a bit tighter at the metal images this was conjuring for me.
"Boys, get together and make a cute face!" Pam told us, waving her hand at us.
We ended up taking pictures for around thirty more minutes and as endearing as it was that our families were so happy for us, I was ready to get out of there before Carole started crying again or Pam made another comment about Blaine making sure he had condoms in his jacket while my dad made faces. We finally were able to break away with parting waves and promises that we wouldn't stay out too late. On our way out the door, Dad winked at Blaine and nodded and he responded with a smile and a nod. Before I could ask him what all that was about, he drug me out into the sunset. I breathed a sigh of relief once we got out to the car and Blaine hurried ahead of me to open my door very sweetly. I kissed his cheek and looked in his eyes for a moment before sliding into my seat. He melted a little and jogged around to his side with a besotted expression on his face.
"I'm so sorry about my mom." He told me as he started the car. I immediately wove our fingers together as he backed out of the driveway. "It's like she has no choice but to embarrass me every chance she gets." He pouted a little as I squeezed his hand.
"I think it's sweet she cares so much. My dad likes to do the same thing to me." He shrugged and lifted my fingers to his lips.
"Your dad is awesome." I nodded in agreement while my heart did funny things as he continued to place little kisses on my fingers. "So how excited are we for this shindig?" He murmured against the back of my hand. I snorted a laugh and raised an eyebrow.
"Shindig? Really?"
"Hush, Hummel. It's a word."
"A word only grandparents use." He tried to playfully bite my hand and I tore it away with a squeal.
I was so distracted with our silly conversation that I didn't notice we had gone the wrong way until we were pulling into the parking lot of Hummel Tires and Lube.
"Um, Blaine dear. This isn't Breadstix." I swept my hand in an arc to show him we were indeed in a parking lot. He smiled and nodded like he knew good and well where we were, but he just grabbed both my hands and turned towards me. He realized he still had on his seat belt and he cursed under his breath before clicking it off and tossing is aside with a clack. I swallowed a giggle as he resumed his previous posture.
"You never answered me. Are you excited?" I began to wonder if my boyfriend was okay. He seemed to be sane, but we were sitting in a parking lot instead of Breadstix and he was acting like all this was fine.
"Yes," I replied cautiously. "Are you?"
"Of course." He said. "I'm excited to be going to prom with you and I know how much it means to you since you've been talking about this since our first date." I rolled my eyes but he just continued, his eyes sparkling happily. "It... uh, means a lot to me too. I feel like we have made it to a milestone and shown everyone how it is, but mostly proved something to ourselves. For me, it's that I am able to be a decent boyfriend and person. That I'm not totally fucked up."
I got the strong urge to gather him up into my arms and kiss away any doubts he still had in his heart about what kind of a person he was. He just looked so earnest and sincere, his eyes like warm caramel. I raised his hands to my lips in a mirror action of him from the drive over and kissed his knuckles softly.
"Blaine, sweetie, you are amazing and a wonderful boyfriend who I am so happy with. You are far from fucked up. I love you so much and I'm so happy to be here with you, even if it's the parking lot of my dad's tire shop for some unknown reason." He chuckled and kissed me soundly before hopping out of the car and practically sprinting to my door like a happy puppy. He opened my door once again, pulling me out and across the parking lot. I felt a sense of deja vu as he led me towards the bench outside and it clicked: he was taking me back to the spot where we became boyfriends.
As we rounded the building towards the bench, I gasped at the beautiful setting. The bench was still there, but had been covered with a quilt. String lights glowed gold in the waning light from where they were draped in the branches of the tree behind the bench. A small picnic basket was set beside the bench along with a bottle of what looked like sparkling grape juice. I wheeled around to my boyfriend who was smiling knowingly, his hand not holding onto mine was casually stuck in his trouser pocket.
"Blaine..." I whispered. He leaned forward to kiss the tip of my nose and pulled me towards the bench.
"I hope you don't mind that I only packed some finger foods, but I promise it's nothing messy. I brought some wet wipes. And I didn't bring you flowers this time since they would just wilt in the car." He trailed off as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, eyeing the spread. "You do like it, right? I mean, I know you would probably rather go to some fancy restaurant or Breadstix with our friends, but I just was trying to be romantic and cheesy."
I silenced his adorable rambling with a kiss to his warm mouth. He relaxed and gripped my arms gently before deepening the kiss slightly. I pulled back and smiled at him.
"This is perfect and I love it." He beamed at me and we settled onto the bench together, pulling the food out. He wasn't lying when he said it wasn't messy. Just a simple cheese and fruit tray, some finger sandwiches, and cheesecake bites like he had given me the last time we were on this bench together along with the sparkling grape juice. But it was just right and we had a great time feeding each other bites and chitchatting about this and that. I honestly didn't know why I was so nervous earlier this evening. This was just Blaine. Sweet, thoughtful, beautiful Blaine.
"If your dad hadn't helped me set this up and knew what we would be doing here, I would totally suggest we make use of this quilt and that tree over there."
Oh yeah, I forgot Blaine was also completely obsessed with sex.
"Hey, this is a romantic night! Don't be crude." I rolled my eyes as I popped another grape into my mouth. He grinned incorrigibly before wiping his hands on a napkin.
"You really think it's romantic? No regrets about not eating with our friends?" I shook my head before brushing a kiss to his smooth cheek.
"Of course not. It's lovely and romantic. We will be hanging out with our friends all night long, skipping dinner won't hurt." I sent him a teasing wink before tweaking his bow tie. "You did sing me a song last time we were here though." His eyes sparkled with mischief as he jumped up, pulling me along with him.
"So you want to be serenaded, huh? I got you." I giggled as he spun me around with jerky moves that were ridiculously bad. "I can't stop this feeling, deep inside of me! Boy, you just don't realize what you do to me!"
"Oh my god, stop!" I could hardly breath from laughing so hard.
"IIIIIIIIII'm hooked on a feeling! I'm high on believing! That you're in love with me!" Blaine wailed like an alley cat, his eyes shut tightly as he spun me.
"Blaine! My ears are bleeding!"
"Lips are sweet as candy, It's taste stays on my mind! Boy, you got me thirsty for another cup of wine!" Blaine's voice broke as he waggled his eyebrows suggestively. I just shook my head and gave in to the awful dancing. "Got a bug from you, boy! But I don't need no cure-" Just as he twirled me once again, a plop of water fell on my nose and we both gasped.
"My hair!" I whispered and Blaine swallowed a laugh as he scrambled to grab everything. The rain started to fall harder as we both cackled madly and sprinted for the car. After throwing everything in Blaine's back seat, he leaned over and kissed me hard on the mouth.
"I love you." I stopped trying to fix my hair and took in his dopey smile and big doe eyes. I kissed him back softly, whispering against his lips.
"I love you too." Blaine sighed happily and started his engine.
"To prom?"
"To prom!"
...
Blaine:
She's got a first time kiss that'll lock you in
She's gonna break your heart but you can't resist
I know that I just met her, I know that I should know better
Oooo she's so dangerous
The music was pounding vibrations through the walls of the gym and the lights cast colorful hues all over everyone present. I squeezed Kurt's hand in mine as I took it all in. There was something about this moment that felt big. I wasn't kidding earlier when I told Kurt that making it to prom felt like an accomplishment. Being with Kurt was easy, but convincing myself I deserved to be with him was the challenge. It was getting easier though, and tonight I was ready to just let go and have fun with my boyfriend. I glanced over at Kurt, grinning at his wide-eyed excitement. He was so adorable, always trying to down-play how much he wanted to go to prom. Tonight would be the most romantic one of Kurt Hummel's life if I had anything to say about it.
"Why hello, my pretty ponies. And where have you two been?" Santana sashayed up next to us with Brittany in tow. Both looked beautiful in their color-coordinated dresses. I smirked at her insinuation, trying to think of the best come back before Kurt beat me to the punch.
"Oh, you know, trading blowjobs in the parking lot." Kurt still held my hand, but had cocked his hip out and had the other on his hip. "Geez, we were having dinner, Santana. We can control ourselves."
"Well, when you were the only ones to not show up to dinner, we just assumed you two ditched us to take a trip to pound town or something." She bounced her eyebrows suggestively and made a crude gesture with her hands. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Well, guess you'll never know for sure. Come on, Blaine. Let's go find Nick and Jeff." I allowed myself to be pulled away after mouthing, We totally did it at Santana.
"I thought it was Georgetown that we went on that field trip to, not pound town." Brittany mused.
"Never mind, honey."
We found Wes and David first and I could tell Kurt was disappointed in their plain black tuxes with colored ties to match their dates dresses. David had brought his recent girlfriend Emily he met in his coed yoga class while Wes brought a friend. Honestly, the only reason Wes brought a date was because David had a girlfriend now and they couldn't go together like the old married couple they were.
We chatted with them for a few minutes before Kurt spotted Chandler and ran over to meet him and the very shy looking boy he had brought. They hugged and talked animatedly as they complimented each other's suits. Smiling, I sipped some punch. I was glad they were able to stay such good friends after breaking up. I almost joined them when I saw Rachel dragging a tired looking Finn and making a beeline for the boys. I decided I wanted none of that conversation. I get their friendship and all, but the Rachel crazy train was a ride I stayed off as much as possible.
"Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up after ditching everyone at Breadstix. Kurt is not a piece of meat, bro. I thought we had this talk." I turned to a very solemn looking Jeff and almost choked on my punch.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" He was wearing a satiny, bright red suit with little black hearts all over it and a black shirt and tie. His usually unruly blond hair had been carefully styled out of his face and he had a white chrysanthemum pinned to his black lapel. I mean, he looked pretty good, but it was one of the craziest outfits I had ever seen. (And reminder that I was dating Kurt Elizabeth Hummel.) His shoes were a matching red, coated in glitter like a crazed Dorothy. Jeff snorted in derision and tossed his head.
"It's fashion, B. Something I wouldn't expect you and your nerd shirts to understand."
"You look like Valentine's Day's jealous little brother."
"Dude, your suit is green! How is that any different?"
"Um, I look like I have taste?" I felt a hand rest on my arm.
"What's going on here? Why are we fighting?" Nick moved to stand by Jeff, wrapping an arm around the taller boy's waist.
"Oh my god. You two better run away before Kurt sees you both. He's going to flip." Nick was wearing the direct opposite of Jeff; his suit was the same material, but black with little red hearts and a red shirt and tie. He had the same white flower pinned on his red lapel and black glitter shoes. His hair was neatly combed back with some gel. Probably trying to copy me. I get it.
"Don't be jealous, bro. You know me and Jeff look hot." Nick kissed the blond's cheek sweetly and I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't keep the smile from my face.
"Alright, I guess it makes more sense when you two are standing next to each other. Y'all look good, but don't let Kurt corner you or he's going to make you go shopping with him and no one wants that." I glanced around to make sure Kurt hadn't heard me and made a face at the couple. "Save yourself!" They laughed until the song suddenly changed and Jeff started losing his shit.
All the single ladies, all the single ladies
All the single ladies, all the single ladies
"Where is Kurt?" He circled around until he saw my boyfriend a few yards away and screamed, "KURT HUMMEL, YOU SEXY BITCH! GET OVER HERE AND DANCE WITH ME!"
Kurt looked terrified at first as Jeff lunged at him and drug him to the dance floor, then disturbed when he noticed Jeff's outfit. Nick laughed hysterically as he grabbed my arm and we chased our boyfriends out to the dance floor. Jeff wouldn't let me dance with Kurt, so I entertained myself by watching as Nick and I danced together. At first, Kurt seemed uncertain and a little embarrassed, but once he realized Jeff was one hundred percent serious about this, he let go and hit every move effortlessly. A sheen of sweat started to glisten across his skin and his cheeks flushed a bit as he danced, a wide smile showing off his dimple and crinkling his eyes. He laughed along with Jeff and for the thousandth time that night, I thought how wonderful he was and how lucky I was that he was with me.
...
Chandler:
"So, would you like to go dance?" I asked my date. Ethan and I had been together for about a week and hanging out for three, but this was the first big thing we had gone to. He was very shy and nervous, but he was also super sweet. He scratched at his dark head and looked down at me (I am like five inches shorter than him.)
"Um, maybe in a little while. I'm not that great of a dancer. I need to psyche myself up a little. Is your friend going to be okay?" I glanced over at Kurt who had been attacked by that Jeff guy that was friends with Blaine. The two had attracted almost all the New Directions and they were all trying to do the moves together. A smile quirked the corners of my mouth as I pushed my glasses up.
"Yeah, he's fine. How about we go get some punch? I'd love to introduce you to some people from the drama club." Ethan nodded at me with a pleased grin, trailing behind me. I grabbed at his fingers and he blushed cutely as I scanned the crowd for some of my friends when I saw Dave Karofsky come in with Sebastian Smythe.
Kurt had told me they were definitely a couple now, but just dating quietly. I agreed they made a nice looking couple, Dave being taller and broader in his plain black tux and Sebastian lithe and sharp in a navy blue suit with a white shirt underneath that had the first few buttons undone. They both had some little pink flower pinned to their lapels, the only sign that they were there together. They weren't being obvious by holding hands, but they both had faint smiles on their faces.
I thought back to a month ago, sitting alone in the library and trying to somehow smash theorems into my head by banging my book against it when a nervous cough interrupted me. It had been Dave, hands behind his back and eyes downcast to the floor. I almost bolted right there, my instincts telling me to run, but my stubbornness rooting me to my seat. I had sat up straight, arms crossed in front of me as I tried to channel a Kurt Hummel bitch glare as I waited. When he looked up, I thought all the color had left his face permanently and he was going to pass out. He proceeded to sit across from me and start apologizing, explaining how he was gay and how he had kissed Kurt with misplaced emotion. He cried as he explained how sorry he was that he had bullied me and that he had been seeing a therapist to help him with his issues. I ended up forgiving him and even though we weren't really friends, I thought the gesture was nice. I hadn't really talked to him since, and I was considering introducing Ethan to him, but Sebastian Smythe intimidated me.
I was about to continue looking for my friends when I saw Azimio Adams stomp over to Dave and Sebastian. I couldn't really hear what they were saying, but judging by the way Azimio was getting up in Dave's face and the fierce look Sebastian was shooting towards the much bigger guy, things weren't going well.
"Chandler? What's wrong?" I heard Ethan faintly as I watched Sebastian try to put himself in between the two football players even though he was much smaller. Something in me couldn't let this go, though. I knew I should just walk away, but how many times had that happened to me? How many times had others seen me get bullied and turned a blind eye? I glanced back at Kurt who was dancing happily with Nick to, The Way You Look Tonight while Blaine tried to steal him back. I knew what Kurt would do. An insane amount of bravery filled my chest. I squeezed Ethan's hand and flashed him a smile.
"Everything is fine. Why don't you hang here for a second while I go talk to this guy." I nodded towards the posturing boys and Ethan followed with his eyes, gulping.
"I'll go with you." We walked hand in hand towards them and caught the tail end of their argument.
"Z, listen, we don't want trouble-"
"I told you, you're not allowed to address me as a friend anymore until you decide to stop being a cock sucker!"
Sebastian shoved at Azimio, a furious glare on his face. "How about you stop being such an asshole and get out of our way so I can enjoy my prom with my boyfriend! You and your invisible date would be much better off finding a breath mint anyway, dump truck!" They looked like they were going to come to blows when I finally got there and stepped calmly in between them. I was the shortest one there, unfortunately, and I felt my heart pounding hard in my chest, but I knew I had to do this. Neither Azimio nor Sebastian saw me at first until Dave spoke my name.
"Chandler?" He had a puzzled frown on his face. The other two whipped down to look at me, Azimio like I was a cockroach and Sebastian like I was asking him to pet a cockroach.
"Hey there, Z. Now, I'm sure you don't remember this, but I want you to try really hard. Remember last year when you flushed my research paper for English down the toilet and then stuffed me in the garbage can? Yeah, I do. I had to jump through a lot of hoops for my teacher to let me turn in in after reprinting it and explain why I was late to class. Ever since then, I've been biding my time. Now, I know that you are failing chemistry and you've been paying other people to do it for you so you don't get kicked off the football team. It would be an absolute shame if someone sent an email to all of your teachers, Coach Beiste, and your parents telling them about that. Oh, and don't worry. I have proof. The theatre department has exceptional cameras that you can take surprising clear pictures from the bushes at Kyle's house." I tried not to show my satisfaction at the look of rage and slight flicker of panic in Azimio's face. Maybe I should sweeten the deal. I stroked my chin in mock contemplation. "Which reminds me, how is Kendall? Isn't she dating your other friend? I'm sure all your late night trips to her house is just platonic, right?" I winked at him and it was as if I had punched his gut.
"How? Wha- you have been spying you little-" I held up a finger and clicked my tongue.
"Now, don't be naughty. I think it would be best if you take your hideously tacky suit and go find another person to annoy. You can try to pummel me into the ground, but I'm not the only person with this intel that you've wronged. You'll be caught within the hour. And I don't know if you realize it, but you are a little outnumbered at the moment."
The hulking footballer shook his head in disgust and stalked away. I let out the breath I had been holding and almost passed out when I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. Dave was smiling at me, his eyes a little too shiny.
"That was really nice of you, man. I don't really deserve it, but I appreciate it." He looked at Sebastian fondly, weaving his fingers with the thinner boy's. Sebastian's haughty scowl softened and he even sort of smiled at me. "We just wanted to have a nice night together."
"And you do deserve that. Everyone deserves to have that." I looked back towards Kurt again, this time dancing with Mercedes and Tina at the same time while Blaine pouted. David patted the dramatic boy on his back and said something that only made Blaine's frown deepen. I turned back to Dave and Sebastian. "I think you both have learned your lesson and we can all move on."
Dave smiled again, sliding his hand into Sebastian's. I nodded politely again before turning away with a quiet Ethan in tow.
"Hey, Kiehl." Sebastian called out. I faced him once more, my eyebrow raised in question. The lithe boy smirked, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You dated Kurt, right?" I nodded a little bewildered; it was common knowledge about me and Kurt. Even Ethan knew.
"Yeah?"
"Just tell me once, how well endowed he is? Just for my own perverted curiosity." I rolled my eyes, tugging Ethan along with me.
"Seriously, Chandler. Thank you." Sebastian looked more serious than I ever saw him and I swear he even smiled at me as I just nodded again.
"Seb, I know you're just trying to get a rise out of him, but that's not funny. It's rude."
"Oh, relax. You know I'm just joking. Did you see how pink his face got?"
I finally spotted some of my other friends and made a beeline for them as Ethan stopped short, pulling me tightly into his arms and kissed the breath out of me. We had kissed a few times before, but this was just...
"Wow..." I heard myself whisper. Ethan smiled shyly.
"Sorry, I hope that was okay. You just... the way you stood up to that big guy... it was really hot." I swallowed hard, sure that I had the dopiest smile on my face.
"Don't be sorry. Do that whenever you want, hun." He smiled brightly at me and I shook my head. It was always the quiet ones.
...
Blaine:
"But I could be your crush like, throw you in a rush like-" Wes sang under his breath along with the song that Kurt was still dancing to with someone else. His date had gone to the bathroom and he was rehydrating from all the dancing.
"Wes, hold me. Kurt said he didn't love me anymore and we are breaking up."
Wes eyed me sharply before shaking his head. "No he didn't. He said he wanted to dance with his friends too. Stop being such a baby."
I threw up my hands in exasperation. How could no one get it! "That's the same thing! Ugh, where's David. He'll console me." I scanned the room for someone more sympathetic as Wes shoved me playfully.
"He's probably dancing with his girlfriend who didn't abandon him." I scowled at the chuckling jerk before watching my beautiful boyfriend throw his head back and laugh at something Mercedes said. I sighed, wishing it was me.
"We came together, Wes. We have matching flowers and everything. Why doesn't he want to dance with me anymore?"
Wes rolled his eyes before downing his drink. "My god, stop being such a drama queen and go ask him to dance with you. You can't hog him all night. These were his friends way before you got together so stop being such a possessive asshole and let him have fun." I sighed, knowing he was right. There was a tiny possibility that I was being over dramatic. Tiny. The music changed and I thought I might go sit this one out so Kurt could dance with his friends more.
"Excuse me, but may I have this dance, sir?" I looked up into the most endlessly beautiful eyes I had ever seen and couldn't speak for a moment. Kurt was a little sweaty from dancing and had stripped his jacket off to roll his dress shirt sleeves up and loosened his tie slightly. His hair was still immaculate, of course, and he held a graceful hand out to me, bowing slightly like a prince.
"Yes, yes you may." I felt my heart race as I took his hand and allowed him to pull me into his chest before we each rested a hand on each other's waist and held the other ones. We didn't really try to do any fancy moves, but swayed sweetly just grinning like idiots at each other. It was perfect.
Lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Lucky we're in love in every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday
We laughed a little as we twirled around, eventually melting into one another. I tucked my nose into the crook where Kurt's neck meets his shoulder (my favorite place) and Kurt rested his cheek against my head. Our arms curled tighter, pulling each other closer.
"Are you having fun?" Kurt murmured quietly into my ear as the song changed to another slow one. Ed Sheeran's Perfect began to play softly and I sighed.
"Definitely. Are you? Is prom everything you ever wanted?" I countered.
"I am having an even better night than I hoped for. I love you, Blaine." My heart flipped at the sincerity in his voice and I smiled into the warmth of his neck.
"I love you too, Kurt. I love you too."
The mood changed to something a little more naughty when the song changed to Dancing in the Dark, like we had gone from sappy and romantic to our typical horny selves. We danced close, hands wandering all over each other and our eyes hardly leaving each other. Eventually Mr. Shue (he was chaperoning the prom. Ugh) came over and told us to cool off or he would have to kick us out. He didn't think it was funny when I promised him I wouldn't get Kurt pregnant, but whatever. During the next upbeat song, we danced around like idiots with all our friends. It was honestly one of the best nights I have ever had in my life.
As the party started to wind down, Kurt joined me after taking a bathroom break. I was leaning against the wall and shaking my head at Sebastard (hey, a nickname is a nickname) and Dave slow dancing. I would never admit this, but they were kind of adorable (not as adorable as me and Kurt, but they tried really hard.) looked like Chandler got himself a new dude too and I smiled. The kid definitely had game. I felt Kurt's hand wrap around my hips and he kissed my jaw.
"Hey babe- whoa, what are you doing?" He chuckled low and sexy as he nipped my jaw line and crowded into my space.
"Kissing my sexy boyfriend. I was hoping we could get out of here." I swallowed as he bit at my ear lobe and toyed with my bow tie, pulling it a little and making me want to hit my knees right there.
"Baby, you know I love- oh shit... uh, you know I love when you get all handsy, but I don't want to keep... mmmmpph... you from your friends." He ignored me, choosing to keep kissing down my neck and snaking a hand down to squeeze my ass. I valiantly tried to be a good guy once more, but I was weak. "Why don't you go dance with Rachel once more and then you can fuck me all you want?" Kurt huffed and pulled off my neck with a pop. If Burt saw the undoubtably impressive hickey he just gave me, he was going to be in so much trouble.
"Really, Blaine? You are not supposed to mention Rachel at a time like this." He pushed away from me and let his head fall back against the wall. I smiled at his exasperation as he suddenly opened one eye. "Wait, what makes you think you're bottoming?" I flashed him my most winning smile. "Blaine, seriously, it's my turn. You got to Wednesday."
"Kurt, you wouldn't understand. You turn into this sex god animal and I can't resist you. Plus, your dick is like god's gift to me and unless you fuck yourself, you wouldn't understand." He rolled his eyes, trying not to smile but doing an awful job. He glared at me again.
"Is that why you keep changing your ringtone to Bottom Bitch?"
I smirked. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He sighed in fake annoyance again before I unhitched myself from the wall and pulled him away. "Come on, hot stuff. Let me show you something and then we can go and I will attempt to be as good of a top as you. But only if I get to give you a blow job too." Kurt raised a suspicious eyebrow. "I promise it's something cool. Come on!"
...
Kurt:
I allowed Blaine to lead me down the darkened hallway of the school. Only a few lights were on here and there, lending a creepy air to our walk as the sun had long since set. I tightened my grip on Blaine's arm and ignored his soft laugh at my expense. I realized where we were headed as we turned the corner.
"Why are we in Hoe Hallway?" Blaine just kissed my cheek sweetly and drew me to the graffitied section, already two-thirds covered with sharpie. He stood in front of the writings before I could get a good glance in the dim lighting and clasped his hands behind his back.
"Kurt Hummel. I have a confession." He was grinning widely and bouncing on his heels like a little kid with a shiny rock to show everyone. "I have contributed to the hallowed tradition of our school."
When I stared blankly at him, he continued.
"I have composed a few poems, sonnets, if you will. If you recall, the last time we were here together, we were still learning to tolerate each other and you got upset about something really dumb written about you." I bit my lip, remembering that day. It was kind of bittersweet in a way. I had been reminded of my school's horrifying homophobia, but Blaine and I kind of had a breakthrough. I nodded in the affirmative that I did indeed remember that day.
"So I decided once we got together to, 'flip the script' as the kids say, and add my own flair." I rolled my eyes lovingly at him, arms still crossed and gestured for him to go on. He stepped aside and made a sweeping arc with his arm.
"I was waiting for you to happen across it organically, but you are adorably oblivious, my love and they are going to paint over it once school is done, so I wanted you to read them."
I shook my head at the sweet idiot before stepping closer to examine the wall. I read anything I could find in Blaine's loopy handwriting, my face getting redder and redder. A few of the poems were actually pretty nice, but then there were the dirty ones.
"Blaine! Are these- are these all about my dick?" I squeaked. Blaine's smile slipped a little and nervousness flickered in his eyes. He licked his lips, scratching at the back of his neck.
"Um, not all of them. Just most of them. Are you mad?" I bent down to read some more as he shuffled a little closer to me. "Kurt?"
"You wrote all of these about me?" He nodded, twisting his hands. "And that's why all those girls keep hitting on me?" He shrugged.
"I guess? I mean, you are pretty sexy, so..." I turned back to him and let him sweat it out for a few minutes until he was babbling excuses. "Okay, I guess I didn't think it through, but I was just trying to do something nice... I am the world's biggest idiot, aren't I?" I nodded, finally letting a smile break through.
"Yes, but you're my idiot." Blaine looked relived as we clasped hands and headed out towards his car. "So, tell me about how my dick is like Christmas morning, your birthday, and a bucket of Halloween candy without any butterscotch trash all in one?" Blaine rolled his eyes.
"Okay, so maybe that one was a little cheesy."
"How about how making love to me is the proof that angels exist?"
"Alright, I'm a dumb ass. Ha. Ha."
"I especially like the one where-" I was cut off by Blaine pushing me into a locker and shoving his tongue in my mouth. I responded eagerly, even if it was just to shut me up. This was by far the best time I had ever had being shoved into a locker. After kissing me breathless, Blaine pulled back, his eyes hooded and a smile tugging his lips up. I smiled back and slapped his ass, causing him to yelp.
"Come on, Shakespeare. Let's get out of here so you can seduce me with more poems about my genitals." I dodged the swipe he aimed at my arm and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
...
Blaine:
We stood there for a moment in our choreographed positions, having just finished, What I Did For Love. The national stage was definitely bigger, more intimidating and higher stakes, but I could feel this energy thrumming through all of us that couldn't wipe the smile from my face.
I looked over at Kurt and saw him staring back at me, waiting for our cue. It was time for our duet. I smiled as everyone moved and left us center stage. Kurt smiled before starting to sing.
Dearest, darlingest, momsie and popsicle,
I stepped up beside him and sang my part.
My dearest father,
We joined our voices and sang together.
There's been some confusion over rooming here at shiz
We continued the song strong and it warmed my heart. I frequently glanced over at Kurt who smiled back (in character, of course) as we sang.
What is this feeling? So sudden and new. I felt the moment I laid eyes on you. My pulse is rushing, my head is reeling, my face is flushing.
Kurt and I faced each other with mock expressions of annoyance. The other New Directions danced behind us.
We sang our hearts out. When we got to the end of the song, we started circling each other. I'd been there before, but the last time we were like this we started punching each other. I saw Sam flinch from the memory as well.
Though I do admit it came on fast, still I do believe that it can last all, and I will be loathing for forever, truly deeply loathing you. My whole life long! Unadulterated loathing!
We turned toward the audience and belted out the last word.
Boo! Ah!
The music ended and the audience went wild with applause. We bowed and ran off the stage. As soon as we were out of view from the audience, I scooped Kurt into my arms and kissed him hard.
"Babe! You were amazing! We killed it!" He laughed through the kiss.
"You were great, honey!"
Rachel bounded over to us. "You guys were awesome! We are so gonna win this!" Everyone cheered. The stage hand came back to us and told us to head back to the stage to hear who the winner was. We rushed back on stage to hear our fate.
...
I watched as Kurt packed. I never had a good chance to admire his ass this much. He would probably get mad at me for staring, but he hadn't noticed yet.
"Stop staring at my ass."
Damn it. He noticed.
I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. "I can't help it, baby."
He laughed and turned around in my arms. "You need to finish packing." I groaned and turned around to look at the pile of clothes that I was neglecting. "I kind of wish we didn't have to leave." I looked back to my beautiful boyfriend.
"I know what you mean."
"I mean, it's New York! I feel like I'm home. Like I belong here."
"And you do."
Kurt smiled at me softly. "I want to come back here."
"We will." I watched the recognition hit him.
"Does that mean-" I cut him off by kissing him.
"I got my acceptance letter before we came to New York." He jumped into my arms and hugged me like it was the first time. That's one of the things I love about us. It always feels like the first time with Kurt. I hugged him back as hard as I could. A year ago, I didn't think I had a future to look forward to. But this now is my future. New York was my future. Kurt was my future. And the future never looked better.
The End
Songs used/mentioned:
-Hooked on a Feeling- Blue Suede
-Dangerous-Before You Exit
-The Way You Look Tonight- Frank Sinatra
-Crush- Tessa Violet
-Lucky- Jason Miraz
-Perfect- Ed Sheeran
-In the Dark-Dev
-Bottom Bitch- Dojo Cat
-What is This Feeling- from the musical Wicked
*we don't not own any songs used/mentioned*