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Full-Empty-Spirit: AU klaine, where Blaine goes to Mcinley[sic], but he's a bit dumb, so a teacher asks Kurt to tutor him after school as extra credit or something, and feelings start to blossom...

This is one of only two or three AU's I'll do where they don't know each other beforehand. I mean, I'd do more but they tend to take a long time to write and a lot of words, so I prefer to keep them as oneshots. All French translations are Angela's work and I love her for it :)

On a quick note, when I was writing this and sending it to Angela, she had an idea that I didn't have room to put in, so she then decided to write her own oneshot of it. By an amazing coincidence, she finished that last night (around 5am her time) and now these two are going up on the same day. So once you're done here, head on over to her page (SquirrelzAttack) and read her story called Faire La Bise. =D

And it's an AU, okay? So my timelines are very different, and I hardly remember Season One anyway, so I'm not going to try and follow canon. And Kurt's out and proud because I like writing confident Kurt.

I'm not covering every day that they study, obviously. Too much, and this is already so long. Looooooooooooooooong.

French

"Kurt, could you stay after class, please?"

The jocks in the corner sniggered and Kurt rolled his eyes, gathering his binders together slowly as the rest of the class left. Once the room was empty, he stood and made his way over to his teachers desk.

"You wanted to see me?"

Madame Girard raised her head. "Yes, Kurt. You are aware that you hold the highest grade for this subject, correct?"

Kurt resisted the urge to preen. "I am, yes."

"Well we have a new transfer student in my other class from Westerville High who has never taken French before. Would you be available a few afternoons a week to tutor him? I can give you extra credit if that helps, not that you need it."

The flattery was working. "Well, I have Glee on Tuesday and Friday afternoons, so as long as he can make the other three, that works fine for me. Would we have use of the classroom?"

Madame Girard nodded. "And all the resources. That's splendid, Kurt, I'll let Blaine know. Could you come here after your last class tomorrow so you can meet him and work out a schedule?"

"That's fine with me." Kurt shouldered his bag, farewelling his teacher in French before leaving the classroom, engrossed in his thoughts. Why would a sophomore choose to take French with no prior knowledge? He hadn't met this Blaine kid before, but McKinley was a large school and Kurt didn't pretend to know everybody by name. Hopefully he turns out to be nice. This school needs a lot more nice guys.

The second he turned the corner, a slushy was thrown in his face and he sighed. We certainly do, he thought to himself as he headed to the nearest bathroom to clean up.

Kurt shoved his books in his locker hastily before nearly running down the corridor to the French rooms. He had stayed back talking to Mercedes after Geography before remembering he was meant to be meeting the new kid to schedule their tutoring, and he was now fifteen minutes late. Bursting through the door, he immediately panted out an apology. "So sorry, got caught up."

"That's okay, Kurt. Blaine and I were just discussing how much French he knows."

Kurt straightened up and, for the first time, saw Blaine. The boy was sitting at a desk in the front row, looking down at his binder with his fingers twisted together. Kurt took in his appearance - curly hair which was a bit on the long side, dark wash jeans and a simple green shirt - and smiled a little. Overall, pretty good looking.

Then Blaine looked up and Kurt felt his breath catch in his throat. Scratch that, incredibly good looking.

"Well, I'll leave you boys to it. Much appreciated, Kurt, and do let me know if you two can't work out a schedule so I can find someone else to do it."

"I'm sure that won't be a problem," Kurt said, smiling politely at his teacher as she left. Because I'll do whatever I need to spend time with this guy.

"Hi there," Kurt said, moving across to perch on the edge of the teacher's desk in front of Blaine. "I'm Kurt."

The boy held out a hand and Kurt grasped it, surprised by his manners. "Blaine."

He couldn't quite stop the smile that curved across his face as the boy spoke and Blaine smiled in response, looking slightly more reassured. "So, Westerville, right? They didn't teach French?"

"No, they didn't." Blaine shrugged. "But I'm fluent in Italian."

Kurt paused, raising an eyebrow. "I - wow." Blaine ducked his head, smiling slightly. "Well, that'll help, there's a lot of relation between French and Italian. I'm not sure whether Madame Girard told you, but I'm fluent in French, so you've come to the right place. I can offer you Monday, Wednesday and Thursday afternoons, do you have any sports or other activities that will interfere?"

Blaine shook his head. "No, I haven't really joined anything yet. I've only been here a week."

"Oh, okay." So he has potential to become a jock then, Kurt thought to himself. But at least he's nice enough, for now. "So, anything you're planning to join? What are you good at?"

He wasn't sure what he said to cause it, but Blaine suddenly shut off. It wouldn't be noticeable to anybody but Kurt, being as well practiced as he was, but it was definitely there. "Um, nothing in particular."

Kurt let it go. He certainly wasn't going to pry into this boy's life, especially since it seemed like Blaine was liable to shut off further or run at any sudden movements. "Well, there's plenty of opportunities here. You might find something you enjoy." Blaine smiled slightly and Kurt decided it was time to let the boy go. "Since I can't do tomorrow, it looks like we're meeting on Monday. So I'll meet you here after last period?"

"Sure." Blaine stood, grabbing his bag and Kurt took a moment to admire him. He was well built but not overly muscular, and at least had some idea of what to wear - something that the boys of McKinley were seriously lacking in.

Blaine stopped as he was about to leave. "And, um, thanks. For doing this."

"Not a problem. See you on Monday."

As Blaine left, Kurt could see the hint of a smile on his face. He had no idea what to make of the boy, only knowing that there was definitely a lot more to Blaine than met the eye.

Now that Kurt was aware of Blaine's presence, he was suddenly noticing the boy around the halls. They didn't share any classes, but he still managed to spot Blaine twice on Friday and three times on Monday before their lesson, and every sighting of the boy concerned Kurt. All five times, Blaine was walking alone with his bag clutched to his side, his head down as if in an attempt to blend in. He knew Blaine was only new to the school and probably hadn't made any real friends yet, but to see him acting this way wasn't something Kurt liked, and he wanted to work out what was going on. It looked like he was the only person who had actually spoken to the boy, and he wanted to learn more about him.

He started off slow, during their first tutoring lesson. As Blaine was working his way through some of the written exercises Kurt had set - a test of sorts to see where his comprehension was at - he tentatively brought up the subject of Blaine's old school. "So, Westerville High. Do you live out that way?"

Blaine nodded, his pen pausing momentarily before he continued translating. "On the outskirts, yeah. It's only about an hour from my place to here."

Kurt hadn't gleaned any information from the answer, and it looked like Blaine was still comfortable so he pressed a little further. "Not many people transfer mid-term unless their parents move for work or something. Did you just need a change of scenery or something?"

The pen stopped for a few seconds. "I - yeah, something like that."

"Okay, that's cool." Kurt watched Blaine out of the corner of his eye as he flicked through his Math textbook. A moment later, Blaine began writing again and Kurt breathed a quiet sigh of relief. The last thing he wanted was to scare Blaine off now, especially since he had almost worked out what was going on with the boy. Based on his nervousness and what appeared to be self-isolation, Kurt could tell that something had happened at the boys previous school that caused him to transfer; something that caused him to shut himself off from other people.

And Kurt had been bullied enough times to know that was a definite possibility. But what would he get bullied for?

"I'm done."

Kurt jerked himself out of his thoughts and stood up, leaning over Blaine's shoulder slightly to read his answers. "Okay, mostly good. This should be 'from', not 'to' but otherwise it's all right."

As Blaine made the correction on his page, Kurt glanced at the clock, surprised to find that an hour had already passed. "If you're driving out to Westerville tonight, we should probably finish up here. I'll get you to try and do today's homework and then we can look over it on Wednesday and do some spoken stuff as well. Does that sound alright?"

"Yeah, that's great." Blaine pulled his things together, standing. "Thanks, Kurt."

Kurt smiled. "You're welcome. See you on Wednesday."

Being gay himself, Kurt felt his gaydar worked pretty well. Sure, there had been the whole Finn thing, but he had always known Finn was straight, he just crushed on him anyway. Kurt knew of one other boy in the year below who was still in the closet and couldn't quite bring himself to scrutinize the jocks, wondering if there wasn't a reason behind the homophobia for at least one of them.

So yes. Kurt Hummel had very good gaydar. And when it came to Blaine, his gaydar was going off.

There was always the chance that it was a lot of wishful thinking on Kurt's part, but he didn't think so. He had spent a bit of time watching Blaine in the small amount of time he had known the boy, and even when Santana and Brittany had walked past suggestively, he hadn't glanced their way unlike every single other boy in the hall.

Then there were the small things, like the way he dressed - skinny jeans today, and a v-neck t-shirt which Kurt highly approved of - and his writing. Which Kurt was currently watching as it filled the page with French.

"Hold on. Past tense there."

Blaine nodded in thanks and changed the word, crossing it out neatly. Every other guy Kurt had seen writing would scribble through things and scrawl in an incomprehensible hand, but Blaine's writing was small and neat.

As Blaine continued to write, Kurt let his thoughts drift off Blaine to Glee rehearsals. He and Rachel were planning to compete for the Defying Gravity solo tomorrow, and while he was a touch nervous he knew he was going to do fine. He could hit the notes after all, and he knew he was the only boy in the school who could. Kurt suddenly realized he'd been humming the song and stopped, turning to apologize to Blaine for what was most likely a distraction. Instead, he found Blaine staring at him, his mouth open slightly.

"Was that Defying Gravity?"

Kurt's eyes widened. "It was. You've seen Wicked?"

Blaine looked hesitant for a second before nodding, and Kurt almost beamed. "It's incredible, isn't it? I'm singing the song for Glee tomorrow -"

"You're in Glee club? And you can sing that?"

Kurt smirked. "Yes, and yes. I'm a countertenor."

"Wow." Blaine looked shocked and a little bit awed. "My last school never had any countertenors, so I guess it's quite different." His eyes suddenly widened. "Not that it's bad or anything, you know? I just -"

Kurt chuckled, stopping Blaine mid-sentence. "I know what you're saying. I'm quite the phenomenon around here." Blaine smiled, and Kurt suddenly realized he had displayed a knowledge that nobody but a singer or musician would know. Hopefully, he asked, "So, do you sing?"

And there it was again; Blaine closed off. "No. Well, not well." He glanced at the clock, then pulled his books together. "I'd better get going."

Kurt wanted to question him - because obviously Blaine had sung at some point and when Kurt had looked at his hands he saw the callouses affiliated with a guitar player - but was still wary of pushing Blaine away. "Alright, well I'll see you on Monday then."

Kurt was used to seeing people wearing various colours of slushy. It was the means of asserting yourself on the hierarchy - if you threw it, you were at the top. If you wore it, you were nothing. He himself had worn slushies of every flavour various times over the past few years. Ever since the football team had worked out he was gay, they had felt the need to paint him in front of the entire school. The first few times it was mortifying; now it was just plain inconvenient.

Most of the time, Kurt was in the girls bathroom helping the latest slushy victim out. He was one of the few guys who got slushied (and the only one who just took it instead of trying to fight back) so seeing a guy washing his hair out was a rare occurrence. Which is why it was such a surprise when Kurt left Chemistry to visit the bathroom - he was sure his hair was out of place so feigned a need to use the facilities - to find a boy standing in there, his arms wrapped around himself shivering as the blue ice dripped down his hair.

"Blaine?"

Blaine turned, looking panicked, and Kurt immediately moved to reassure him. "It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you. Do you want me to help you get it out?"

He could see the boy was battling his pride, but eventually nodded. Kurt grabbed the seat from the corner and positioned it in front of one of the sinks. "Here, sit."

Blaine sat down, still shivering and Kurt took a closer look at him, realizing he'd been crying. "First time being slushied?"

"I - yeah." Blaine's voice was shaky and fear was still dancing around in his eyes. Kurt recognized the expression from his first slushy and his heart went out to the boy.

"It sucks, I know." Kurt ran the water until it had warmed up as much as it was capable of. "Here, lean back."

Blaine tipped his head back and Kurt began to run the water through his hair, running his fingers through to work the ice out. Blaine tensed at the first touch, but had relaxed shortly after as Kurt worked all of the slushy out of his hair. Grabbing a couple of paper towels, he wet them under the water and gently wiped down Blaine's face, the boy closing his eyes as he did.

"Okay, your hair is going to smell gross for the rest of the day, but that's part of it, I'm afraid." Kurt tossed the paper towels as Blaine sat back up, squeezing the water out of his hair. "Your shirt - hold on, I'll be right back." Kurt left the bathroom, heading down the hall to his locker. He entered his combination and pulled out a spare shirt and a towel, taking them back to the bathroom with him. "Your shirt is probably ruined," he said as he entered, "so borrow this one for now."

He tossed the towel and the shirt to Blaine before turning to the mirror. Any time he had helped Finn or Puck to remove slushy, he had always turned his backs while the boys changed, knowing that it was easier. He wasn't sure whether Blaine knew he was gay, but Kurt wasn't planning on making the boy more uncomfortable.

A minute later, he heard the sound of Blaine's ruined shirt hitting the trash and then Blaine appeared behind him in the mirror, holding the towel. Kurt turned and took the towel from him, before waiting because Blaine was biting his lip and clearly had something he wanted to say.

"Why are you helping me?"

Kurt's heart almost broke at those words. Has nobody ever shown him even the slightest human decency or something? "Because I've been slushied 23 times this school year, I'm sort of the expert on getting it out."

"Why?" As soon as the word left Blaine's mouth, he looked horrified. "Forget I said that, I didn't mean to pry -"

Kurt raised a hand. "Hey, it's fine. I'm not exactly keeping it a secret or anything. I'm gay."

Blaine's jaw dropped and Kurt immediately knew his gaydar had been correct. "You are too, aren't you?"

It was a risk; Blaine could easily have been threatened and decided to close off again, but Kurt didn't think he would. Not after Kurt had just easily 'come out' himself. Sure enough, Blaine swallowed heavily before nodding. "Yeah, I am."

And suddenly the mask just fell away. Kurt almost gasped as he saw what he knew was the real Blaine standing in front of him, and he knew it was time to ask. "Blaine, what happened at your last school?"

There was a moment when Kurt thought he had misjudged it and Blaine wasn't going to answer. But then he took a deep breath, and began to speak, so quietly that Kurt had to lean in to catch it.

"They found out, last year. I hoped it would blow over during the holidays, but it was worse when I got back. Anybody who had said I was their friend, they wanted nothing to do with me. The jocks hated me." A tear slipped down his cheek and Kurt murmured softly, reaching a hand out to take Blaine's. "I wanted to get out of there earlier but my Dad was all for me standing up to them. Which worked so well when they pushed me down a flight of stairs and broke my arm and gave me concussion."

Kurt couldn't stop the horrified gasp and Blaine laughed bitterly. "At that point, I flat out refused to go back and asked if I could go to Dalton Academy - they have a zero tolerance bullying policy. But Dad said no, it cost too much, even though I know they could have afforded it." The words were spilling out now as Blaine shut his eyes against the onslaught of memories and tears. "So they sent me here instead and I've spent every day trying to keep out of the way of people, trying not to draw attention to myself. All I want to do is get through high school so I can get out of here."

And then he broke down, dropping to his knees on the bathroom floor and burying his face in his hands. Kurt was by his side instantly, wrapping his arm around him. "It's okay, it's okay, you're not alone here. You've got me."

Blaine wrapped his arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder. All Kurt could do was hold him and tell him it would be alright, even when Kurt didn't know if it would himself.

Ever since that day in the bathroom, things had changed for the two boys. In the hallways, Blaine still refused to look at anybody or draw attention to himself. But he had started eating lunch with Kurt, Mercedes and Tina, who had all been told he was gay with Blaine's permission, and was a totally different person during tutoring.

The two had just finished comparing opinions on the latest spread of Vogue and Blaine was working his way through some more French exercises - he was up to freshman level, to Kurt's amazement - when Kurt decided it was time to bring up another subject he had been thinking about.

"So, when you told me you don't sing, you weren't really being honest were you?"

Blaine paused, looking up at Kurt. "No, I wasn't."

Kurt could tell that there was a difficult memory attached. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I should." But Blaine didn't look like he was going to speak, returning to his French sheet. Kurt frowned but left it, picking up his English book and continuing to read.

"I was in my school's show choir." Blaine was still writing as he spoke, and Kurt lowered the book slightly. "We weren't really well known, we just did our thing and nobody bothered us. It was ... well, really good." Blaine was smiling slightly, but Kurt could still see the pain on his face. "When I came out, the jocks decided they wanted to really make my life hell. So they found out I was in the Glee club and made up some allegations about me stealing money to get to Regionals, and we got disbanded. The rest of the club refused to talk to me after that."

Kurt refused to let Blaine dwell in the past. "But you still love to sing, don't you?" Blaine nodded and he forged ahead. "Well, join our Glee club! We'd love to have you, you get along great with Tina and Mercedes already, and while Rachel can be a bit overbearing, the rest of them are great at heart."

Blaine bit his lip and Kurt pouted. "Please?" He wasn't sure whether he had taken it too far - after all he was practically flirting with Blaine now - but the other boy only looked surprised for a second before laughing.

"Okay, I'll audition."

Kurt strode into the room before stopping and turning. "That's you too," he called.

A moment later, Blaine stepped in, looking a lot less sure. All conversation stopped as everybody stared at the visibly nervous boy who was looking like he wanted to run out any second.

"Seriously, guys, try and be a bit more subtle, why don't you?" Kurt rolled his eyes, gesturing for Blaine to stand next to him. "For anybody who hasn't met him yet, this is Blaine. He's from Westerville, he sang in their show choir and he's come to audition."

Mercedes and Tina both looked happy, but Rachel frowned. "While we could use some more strong male voices, we are at a pivotal point where any other voices that are less than par could easily tip the fine balance we -"

"Rachel, shut up. Anybody's allowed to audition." Kurt shook his head, wishing that for once the club would just be accepting. Blaine was slowly turning white and Kurt could tell he wasn't going to last much longer if they didn't change their attitudes.

Luckily Mercedes stepped in. "Blaine, I can't wait to hear you sing, I'm sure you've got an amazing voice."

Tina nodded her agreement and a bit of the colour flowed back into Blaine's face as he lifted his head, attempting to smile. "Thanks, Mercedes," he murmured.

Mr. Schuester walked into the room, stopping when he saw the two boys standing in front of the group. "A new addition? Blaine, isn't it?"

Blaine nodded. "Yes sir, I'd like to audition."

"Excellent!" Mr. Schuester sat down, and Kurt did the same, smiling reassuringly at Blaine. "What are you going to sing for us?"

"I was hoping to sing Your Guardian Angel. I just need to borrow a guitar."

Kurt's eyebrows shot up. He hadn't been expecting that, and judging by the murmurs from the rest of the room, neither had they. Rachel was sitting forward with interest and Mr. Schuester nodded appreciatively, gesturing for Blaine to take a guitar.

Blaine strummed the opening chords, and with one more nervous look at Kurt, began to sing.

"When I see you smile, tears run down my face,"

When he thought about it afterwards, Kurt couldn't remember a single word of the performance. He couldn't remember how anybody else in the room had responded, and he certainly wouldn't be able to remember his jaw dropping and staying that way for the entire song.

All he knew was that Blaine had the voice of an angel, and some idiots had tried to silence him forever. Well that wasn't happening on Kurt Hummel's watch.

Oh, and he had sort of fallen in love with one Blaine Anderson. That was worth mentioning too.

"I'll be there for you through it all, even if saving you sends me to heaven."

Blaine finished the song, and Kurt realized there were tears streaming down Blaine's face, as well as his own. He was on his feet before he realized it, pulling Blaine into a hug. After a few seconds, he felt Mercedes' arms wrap around them both, then Tina, followed by the rest of the group. All of the girls were crying and even a few of the boys looked like they were holding back their own tears.

As everybody pulled away, Mr. Schuester cleared his throat. "Welcome to the group, Blaine."

"Last one. Qu'est-ce que tu fais pour t'amuser?"

Blaine thought for a second before replying. "Je chante et je fais la guitare."

Kurt held the smile back for a few seconds as Blaine looked at him hopefully, then gave in. "Perfect. That's amazing, Blaine, I've never seen anybody pick up a language so quickly before!"

Blaine ducked his head. "Well, I had a great teacher."

"I - I guess that means you don't need tutoring anymore." Kurt felt his heart drop as he said it. He had loved spending so much time with Blaine, and he wasn't sure whether Blaine would want to continue hanging out with him now that there was no reason to.

Sure, he and Blaine had gotten a lot closer over time, especially now that Blaine had joined Glee club and they were seeing each other every afternoon. And it wasn't as if Kurt wouldn't see Blaine anymore after all, but having time with just the two of them ... well, Kurt had loved it.

There had been another change in Blaine ever since he had joined Glee. Kurt had met with Mercedes and Tina privately, both of the girls having classes with Blaine, and asked them if they would walk with him in the halls occasionally. The first time he had seen the girls walking with a laughing Blaine between them, he hadn't been able to stop smiling for the rest of the day. Blaine was finally becoming a part of the school.

And, of course, Kurt knew for sure he was in love with Blaine. So spending time alone with him was a high priority on his list at the moment.

"Yeah, I guess not." Blaine sighed, then looked Kurt in the eye. Kurt knew the look, it was the one Blaine had worn every time he wanted to ask a question that he was afraid of getting a negative answer to. "Would you like to go get coffee tomorrow afternoon? Just, you know, I'd like to thank you for giving up so much time to help me out."

Kurt was pretty sure his smile was about to split his face in half. "I'd love to."

"So what's your drug of choice?"

Blaine gestured to the board, pulling out his wallet. He turned to Kurt who replied, "Nonfat mocha, and there's no way you're paying -"

"Medium drip and a nonfat mocha, thanks." Blaine handed over his card before Kurt could stop him, smirking a little. Kurt rolled his eyes but he couldn't be too annoyed with Blaine - after all, this was the most relaxed he had seen his friend yet.

Kurt chose a set of window seats and the two boys sat, waiting on their coffees to arrive. There was a moment of awkward silence, then Blaine chuckled. "Okay, after everything we've spoken about and the number of times you've seen me bawling my eyes out, we don't get to be awkward now." Kurt laughed, taken aback by this confident side of Blaine. The fact that it wasn't just an act of confidence meant Kurt found himself falling even more for the curly haired boy who was smiling across the table at him. "We always end up talking about me, why don't you tell me a bit about you?"

"Okay, that's fair. Well, I've lived in Lima all of my life, it's just me and my dad. Mom died when I was eight - it's alright," he added, as Blaine winced. "I'm not going to start crying or anything, don't worry."

It was the running joke between them now. They had realized they were both emotional people at heart and the amount of times they had both started crying - usually when Blaine shared a part of his past and Kurt related to it a bit too strongly.

"Anyway, not much else to tell. I've known I was gay all of my life, I came out to my Dad about a year ago - he knew, but I was naive enough to think he didn't."

Their coffees arrived, and Kurt continued to talk, sharing stories of his childhood and experiences at McKinley. He found himself opening up to Blaine more than he had with anybody else, even when it was just simple things like why he worked so hard to be fluent at French or why he enjoyed certain songs. Something about Blaine made him comfortable to be himself.

Apparently Blaine felt the same, as the time seemed to fly by. Before they knew it, the sun was setting and Blaine looked at his watch, surprised. "I'd better go, they'll be getting dinner ready and probably wondering where I am."

They stood and headed out to part ways. As Blaine stepped over to his car, he stopped and turned back to Kurt. "Would you like to do this again? Maybe on Saturday?"

Kurt didn't want to ruin the moment, but he had to ask. "Like... like a date?"

"Yeah." Blaine shrugged, but Kurt could see the fear in his eyes. "Only if you want to, that is."

Kurt felt the familiar smile break across his face. "I'd like nothing more."

Blaine stared for a second, as if he had expected Kurt to say no, then grinned. "Great. Well, I'll see you tomorrow then."

He hesitated again before stepping over and wrapping his arms around Kurt. Kurt returned the hug, feeling a shiver run up his spine, before Blaine broke away and turned back to his car. Kurt got in his own, waiting until Blaine pulled out before heading home. He may have blasted his selection of love songs at full volume all the way home, but he actually had a reason to this time. Because he and Blaine Anderson were going on a date.

"But what if it's too much? What should I do with my hair?"

"Kurt, sweetie, chill. It's just Blaine, you're just getting coffee, he's not going to care what you look like."

Kurt gripped the phone between his shoulder and ear as he worked on his hair, trying to perfect it. "It's a date, 'Cedes. It's totally different when it's a date."

"Why?"

That stumped him. "Because... it ... I'm being stupid, aren't I?"

"Yep." There was a laugh. "Sorry, Kurt, but yes you are. Just relax and have fun, okay?"

"Alright. Love you, 'Cedes."

Kurt hung up, grabbing his jacket and keys and heading downstairs to meet a problem he hadn't forseen: his Dad.

"Kurt, can you come help me in the shop today? We're a man down."

Kurt winced. "I - I can't. I've got plans."

Burt frowned, then he took in Kurt's appearance and seemed to click. "What plans would those be, son?"

He considered lying, then realized the truth would come out soon enough. And besides, what do you have to be ashamed of? "I've got a date. With Blaine."

"That's that kid who transferred from Westerville, the one who got bullied?"

Kurt nodded and watched his Dad's face relax. "At least I know he'll treat you right. Don't stay out too late, alright?"

"I - I won't." Kurt stared, dumbfounded at his Dad who actually looked happy that his son was dating someone. He turned, opening the front door to leave.

"And Kurt?"

Kurt winced, before turning around. "Yeah, Dad?"

But Burt was smiling. "Bring him home sometime, yeah?"

Kurt smiled. "Yeah, I will."

"Can we go for a walk?"

Kurt turned to Blaine in surprise. They had finished their date - which had gone for much longer than Kurt had thought, but he had enjoyed every second - and were by their cars, preparing to separate for the rest of the afternoon when Blaine had spoken up.

Blaine looked slightly nervous and Kurt had a sudden idea of what might be going on. So he simply smiled. "Of course."

The two headed down the road before turning into a large park. Apart from a few kids playing, it was empty and Blaine directed them through a large grassy area to a bench, where he sat. Kurt sat next to him, his suspicions growing when Blaine turned to him, hesitating for a second before reaching out and taking his hands.

"Kurt, there's something I want to ask you. I - I never thought I'd meet anybody like you in Ohio. After everything that happened at Westerville, I ..." Blaine swallowed and Kurt squeezed his hands reassuringly.

"Anyway, Kurt, after everything you've done for me; not just with the tutoring but helping me come to terms with everything, getting me into Glee, and just being my friend - well, I kind of found myself falling for you. Hard."

Kurt knew his face had just broken into a ridiculously huge smile, but he couldn't care less. Blaine had his own smile as he concluded his mini-speech simply. "Kurt, would you be my boyfriend?"

"Yes," Kurt said immediately. "Of course."

The fact that Blaine still looked surprised at his answer was something that Kurt wanted to change. After everything Blaine had dealt with, he needed to know just how much Kurt cared about him - how much Kurt loved him.

So Kurt leant in, closing the gap between them and gently kissing Blaine. He had never done anything like this before - he'd never had anyone to do this with, certainly nobody as important as Blaine. But his mouth seemed to know what to do, gently seeking out Blaine's lips and pressing deeper as Blaine responded. His hand found its way to Blaine's face, running his fingers across the smooth skin he found there.

Blaine pulled away after a few seconds, his mouth curving into a smile of pure delight. "Wow," he murmured, and Kurt laughed.

"Wow indeed." And then, because there really wasn't a need for words, Kurt leant in for another kiss.

Kurt stepped out of his car, pulling his bag out of the passenger seat and turned around to see Blaine standing in front of him, holding a coffee in each hand.

"Well, what did I do to deserve this? Because I'll definitely do it more often," Kurt said, taking the coffee offered to him.

Blaine looked around the parking lot quickly before leaning in to kiss Kurt, taking him by surprise. "Just being yourself, of course. There's something I wanted to do this morning, if you're okay with it."

"What would that be?" Kurt headed for the doors, Blaine falling into line with him. As soon as they were through the front door, Blaine reached out and took his hand.

"This."

Kurt, as usual, felt himself smiling in a way he never thought he would in the McKinley halls. He squeezed Blaine's hand, then the two headed to Kurt's locker, both of their heads held high and ignoring the looks thrown their way, because they had both fought damn hard for this.

And as Kurt reached his locker, Blaine leant over and whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine, and not just from the contact.

"Je t'aime."

Oh yes, it was a very good day that Kurt Hummel had agreed to tutor one Blaine Anderson in French. After all, it was the language of love, and they might just be in need of it from now on.

Phew! :) Don't forget to send prompts tonight, okay? =D

MusicalEscape:

*tries popping up the arm rest*

"..." *continues trying* "..." *keeps trying*

*3 minutes later*

"Blaine, honey." *pops up arm rest*

"How the-"

"I'm magic. Come over here."

Then they cuddled and klisses were exchanged, and they stayed long past everyone left making out (mainly because they didn't realize everyone was gone).