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Anonymous: during Night of Neglect (minus the hecklers, because they were bothersome) when Blaine and Kurt are sitting next to each other in the audience. It's dark, romantic, they're sitting so close and keep stealing glances at each other and finally *BAM* a perfect first kliss!

TGTDOSBDK.

Tell you what, if we're getting rid of the hecklers, then we're including the people in the audience that SHOULD have been there: the kids parents. I mean, seriously? Why would you not come to support your kids? I don't know about all of their families, but at the very least Burt, Carole and Rachel's Dad's would be there.

Oh, and with the hecklers gone, everybody else actually gets to perform, yes?

Neglect

As Kurt and Blaine slipped into the auditorium, Blaine was still breathing heavily from their encounter with Karofsky. He focused on Kurt's hand in his as he took in the almost empty auditorium. "Looks like Sunshine bailed on them," Kurt murmured, frowning sympathetically. "They're going to need a new plan to get to Nationals now."

The parents of the New Directions teenagers were up the front, and Blaine moved to head in that direction but Kurt tugged on his hand. "No, let's sit up here." Kurt led him up to the back, sitting in the front row of the back section. Blaine looked at him curiously, but shrugged. They settled into their seats as the performance started, with Tina opening the show. Blaine tried to focus on her performance, but found himself drifting off into thought. It wasn't that Tina wasn't a good singer, more that he had a lot on his mind nowadays.

Blaine wasn't stupid - in fact, he prided himself on being rather intelligent. He had seen the look on Kurt's face when he saw his New Directions friends, and knew that the second it was safe, his boyfriend would be heading back. And judging by how many phone calls Kurt got from the New Directions guys, they would be doing anything in their power to make the school a safe place for Kurt to return to. Blaine wanted Kurt to be happy, but now that he was his boyfriend, he would really miss Kurt if he left.

The fact that Kurt had even agreed to be his boyfriend was still something that Blaine woke up every morning having to verify. After all the stupid moves Blaine had made - Rachel and Jeremiah being two particularly sore points - having Kurt still waiting there for him was something Blaine was incredibly grateful for. And he didn't tell Kurt enough.

As the applause rang through the auditorium, Blaine leant over and whispered in Kurt's ear, "You know, I'm incredibly lucky to have you and I should tell you that more often."

He didn't look to see how Kurt reacted, knowing full well that his boyfriend was blushing. What he didn't expect was a voice in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "I think you should."

Kurt's thumb began tracing circles on the back of his hand and Blaine shivered again. Kurt chuckled slightly and then brought something to Blaine's attention that he wished he'd discovered earlier - the armrests went up in the McKinley Auditorium.

Blaine detached their hands and slipped an arm around Kurt's waist, feeling Kurt lean into his shoulder as Mike took to the stage. For awhile, he was content to simply watch Mike dance - because, after all, Mike was a brilliant dancer - but soon enough his thoughts returned to Kurt. He and Kurt had only been dating for just under two weeks, and so far Blaine had shied away from doing anything he thought would make Kurt uncomfortable. And knowing Kurt's past history with that idiot Karofsky, he hadn't even brought up the idea of them kissing. As much as he wanted to, he knew Karofsky had taken something special from Kurt and didn't want to rush Kurt into anything that might hurt him again -

"Blaine? You okay?" Kurt was looking up at him, frowning. Blaine realized his anger was rearing up again and pulled it back in, smiling down at his boyfriend.

"I'm alright. Just got lost in thought."

Kurt hummed, seeming to understand where Blaine's mind had gone. "Don't think about him, he doesn't mean anything."

"I know." Before Blaine could think it through - because after all he had just finished thinking about not rushing Kurt - he leant over and kissed Kurt on the forehead. As Kurt blinked up at him in surprise, he added, "You're the only one worth thinking about."

In the dim light, he could see Kurt's smile of pure delight and Blaine couldn't help but smile back. He had confessed to Kurt that he didn't know the first thing about romance, and Kurt told him that he was romantic when he wasn't trying. It certainly seemed to be the case, because Blaine hadn't prepared that line beforehand. It's the same principle as Kurt and sexy. The thought popped into his head before Blaine could stop it and he resisted the urge to look at Kurt, even though it wasn't like Kurt could read minds and know that Blaine had just thought about him being sexy.

Mike's performance finished and Blaine jumped a bit as the applause rang out. Kurt looked up at him, looking slightly amused. "Lost in thought there?"

"Just a bit." And, okay, the way Kurt was looking at him right now should be illegal. Obviously Kurt wasn't aware of the way he was peering up through his eyelashes, giving Blaine this coy little smile, his lips so kissable and right there...

And then Kurt's attention was gone. "Oh, Puck's got a solo!"

Blaine sighed slightly before turning his attention back to the front of the auditorium where, sure enough, the mohawked boy was setting up. He raised an eyebrow - Blaine had never heard Puck sing before, but had heard plenty of stories from Kurt.

"Is this going to be safe?" he leant over, whispering in Kurt's ear.

Kurt chuckled - a sound that really shouldn't do the things it did to Blaine - and nodded. "Puck wouldn't do anything stupid in front of his parents."

"This song is dedicated to Lauren," Puck said, swinging his guitar around from his back and gesturing to the band. Kurt clapped his hands together excitedly.

"That's so cute!"

Blaine turned to look at him, smiling softly. "You're cute," he murmured and Kurt ducked his head to hide a blush. Blaine honestly wasn't sure how much longer he could control himself - Kurt was making it way too hard for him to stay dapper and charming and not just attack his lips.

Puck began to strum, the band joining in.

"Good morning. I love you.

Now that you're here where you belong,

I want to be the man you need.

Just tell me you love me,"

Puck continued to sing but Blaine stopped paying attention, his brain latching onto what he felt were the only important words from the song. I love you... tell me you love me.

I'm in love with Kurt.

It wasn't a shock, more the sense of finally being able to put words to it. And now that Blaine knew for a certainty that he loved Kurt... well, he had to tell him. Immediately.

"Hey," he whispered, nudging his boyfriend lightly until Kurt turned to him. "This may be too soon, and the wrong setting and all that crap, but I just wanted to tell you that I love you."

Kurt's jaw dropped. Blaine continued to stare at him, smiling slightly as Kurt struggled for words. He knew his boyfriend was simply shocked, and waited patiently for Kurt to respond.

But what if he doesn't feel the same way?

Blaine's smile dropped, and he tore his eyes away from Kurt, focusing instead on Puck who was still singing. Well done, Anderson. You screwed up already.

"I need you in my way.

I have no right to love so true

But let me be the one

The one who lives inside of you."

"Blaine. Hey, look at me, please?"

Blaine turned his head reluctantly to see Kurt staring at him, a smile on his face that Blaine immediately recognized from when he had actually asked Kurt out. "I love you too, okay?"

"Okay," Blaine murmured back. He knew he sounded like an idiot, he knew the smile on his face was ridiculously large and he probably looked like ... well, an idiot. But he couldn't bring himself to care because Kurt loved him.

"And on that note, if you'd actually asked me earlier instead of staring and thinking you were subtle, I would have told you that yes, you can kiss me."

"Just let me be the one

You carry deep inside of you."

And as Puck finished his song to the applause of the audience, Blaine leant over and gently kissed Kurt. He pulled back after a few seconds, not wanting to rush Kurt, but Kurt was having none of that. He snaked his arms around Blaine's neck, pulling him back in and kissing him in a way that Blaine really couldn't bring himself to argue with.

Light slowly invaded and Blaine opened his eyes, breaking the kiss to find it was intermission. Kurt pouted, glaring up at the lights as if it were their fault, and Blaine couldn't help but laugh. "Hey, there's still another half an hour to go. I think we've got plenty of time left to continue."

I initially had it as Quinn having the solo, but I changed it to Puck because I am in love with that song at the moment. But when I changed it, I had '"Oh, Puck's got a solo!" ... where, sure enough, the pretty blonde was setting up...' It amused me.

Puck's solo is Deep Inside Of You - Neil Diamond. I had trouble trying to find the perfect Puck song so I ended up looking for songs he'd already done and going with the same artist.

MusicalEscape:

"Kurt! Are you okay?"

"Mmm, just a bit cold." *fake shiver*

"What's cold?" *franticness*

"Mmm, my lips. Care to warm them up for me?"

*klissing*

A good while later...

"KURT, ARE YOU- oh. When the heck did you guys hookup. You didn't give me deets, white boy!"

"Um... right now?"

"You mean I worried my *censor* off while you were MAKING OUT with that white boy?" *glaring*

"Um... yes..."

Fear Mercede's wrsath. Fear it!