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From ShezzaMezza: For WKOF, Blaine should sing to Kurt about how he's been an idiot not to realize that he's in love with him too

The idea for this first came to me when I was on a 2 hour car ride. I wrote most of it on a 3 hour plane ride. Ever the traveller.

Fool

Blaine sighed as he once again climbed the staircase, walking slowly along the hallway towards the dorms. Ever since they had gotten back from The Gap, Blaine had been pacing around Dalton, trying to sort his head out. Wes had attempted to talk things through with him before giving up when Blaine got snappy. So now he was alone and on his fifth lap of Dalton.

The main thing on Blaine's mind wasn't his complete public humiliation, nor his rejection from Jeremiah. Both of those things had ceased to be important to him on about the third lap. Now, all he could think about was Kurt. The second they had arrived back, Kurt had disappeared off to his room, and Blaine hadn't seen him since. It wasn't as if Kurt didn't spend a lot of time alone - he had many long conversations with Mercedes in the privacy of his room and Blaine respected that - but the way Kurt had been acting on the way back to Dalton was certainly ringing alarm bells in Blaine's head.

Blaine wasn't vain enough to think that his performance had upset Kurt because Kurt harboured any secret feelings for him or anything of the sort. But as much as he had tried, he couldn't think of a suitable explanation for Kurt's behaviour.

"... don't know why I bother sometimes."

Blaine paused, realizing he had just arrived outside Kurt's door. The past four times he had walked by, there had been silence, but this time it sounded like Kurt was on the phone to someone. After a pause, Kurt spoke again. "Yes, but maybe I don't want to be in love with him any more."

Kurt's in love with someone?

Blaine's brain was trying to make the obvious connection, but his heart was refusing to accept it. If you believe that and then find out he's in love with Jeff or someone, you'll only end up hurt. Don't go there.

"I know, 'Cedes. Just seeing him act like that, it hurt."

The evidence was becoming harder to deny, and confirmation arrived in the next sentence. "You didn't see the guy, Mercedes. Of course Blaine would prefer someone like that to someone like me."

Kurt's in love with you.

Blaine knew he should be happy, but the momentary elation was immediately taken away as he realized that he was the cause of Kurt's current state of mind - he was the reason Kurt had locked himself away and wasn't talking to anybody at Dalton right now.

Blaine had known that singing to Jeremiah wasn't the right thing to do, but he had convinced himself that Kurt couldn't possibly feel the same way as he did. Reasoning that moving on to someone else would take his mind off Kurt - and knowing full well that it wouldn't happen - Blaine had decided that Jeremiah was the logical choice. Another gay guy, someone more experienced than him, and not bad looking either. So the plan had formed in his mind and Blaine had been determined to follow it through.

Except for the part where he spent the entire song wishing he was singing to Kurt instead. Oh, not the same song, of course. He wouldn't even consider When I Get You Alone to be the kind of song he would sing for Kurt. But to be able to sing to Kurt on Valentines Day would have been amazing.

And to find out that he had been able to, but went and screwed it up by singing to another guy, well it wasn't pleasant. And Blaine knew he had to fix it.

Moving away quietly, Blaine pulled out his phone and sent off a text to the Council, before going to his room to rifle through his sheet music. He was going to fix this in the only way he knew how.

"Okay, 'Cedes. I'm going to go for a walk, try to clear my head."

Kurt sat up, rolling his shoulders to work out the tension. He had been talking to Mercedes for the past few hours, and most of that time had been spent whinging about Blaine's performance earlier that day. Far too many tears had been shed over that boy, and it was time for Kurt to start moving on.

"Alright. Call me again if you need to talk. Love you, Kurt."

"Love you too." Kurt hung up, pocketing his phone and heading out the door. The halls were mostly empty and Kurt frowned, checking his watch. It was 4:15, their usual practice time, except Wes had said they weren't going to practice that afternoon... hadn't he?

Breaking into a jog, Kurt made his way down to the choir room. He was sure they weren't having practice, but he didn't want to risk getting the Council angry by not showing up if there was practice. As he turned down the hallway, two things made him stop in his tracks. First, he could see Jeff and Nick making their way around the corner at the other end of the hall, clearly indicating that there wasn't rehearsal on.

But more importantly, the door was ajar and Blaine's voice was floating out. "... really important to me."

Kurt flattened himself against the wall and edged closer to the door. The responsible side of his mind told him that spying was wrong, but that was drowned out quickly as Wes responded, sounding concerned. "Is this going to end up like todays performance though, Blaine?"

Blaine wants to do another performance?

"No, I don't believe so. The performance earlier was a mistake. I didn't talk to Jeremiah about it first and I didn't even think about him losing his job over it. But this time -" Blaine hesitated for a moment before speaking again, his words coming out more rushed. "This time it's not just an I love you song, it's an I'm sorry more than anything. And I think once I apologize, we can talk about things and sort this out. I didn't realize how much of a mistake I'd made."

Kurt had heard enough. Pushing away from the wall, he all but ran down the hall and towards the stairs. The tears were springing to his eyes as he made his way through the hallways, with no destination in mind but to be alone.

Pushing open a door, Kurt found himself in the study room he and Blaine had sung to each other in. That fact alone only made Kurt's tears fall faster, but at least the room was empty. He threw himself onto a couch and fumbled blindly for his phone, punching in the number he knew off by heart and waiting.

"Kurt?"

"I - 'Cedes, I need you here."

It was a testament to their friendship that Mercedes didn't press for details. "I'm on my way."

Kurt hung up, curled into a ball and let the tears fall.

"So everybody knows what we're doing?"

A chorus of yeses came back and Wes nodded. "Right. Blaine's going to go get Kurt now. Everybody to their places!"

As the Warblers set into formation, Blaine ducked out of the room, heading down towards Kurt's room. Calling in the rest of the Warblers had been easier than expected - once Blaine explained that this time the performance was for Kurt, they had all quickly agreed. Jeff explained that they had all thought that was Blaine's plan in the first place which is why they had agreed to the idea.

Stopping outside Kurt's door, Blaine knocked quickly and waited. A few seconds passed with no answer, and Blaine frowned. He knocked again, slightly louder. A minute went by, and Blaine tried the doorknob to find it locked. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath.

"Blaine."

Blaine turned to see Mercedes walking along the hall towards him, Kurt's key in her hand. "Mercedes, what are you doing here?"

"I'm looking after my boy, that's what." Brushing past him, Mercedes unlocked Kurt's door and stepped in, grabbing one of Kurt's jackets before locking the door again.

"Looking after him?"

Mercedes rolled her eyes. "That's what I said. I'm taking him back to Lima with me for a few hours, just in case anybody needs to be aware. I mean, you're the last person I'd normally tell but at least I don't have to track someone down."

"Wait, you can't!"

Mercedes turned and glared at him. Blaine took a step back, raising his hands. "You have no right to tell me what I can and can't do, and what Kurt can and can't do. Haven't you hurt him enough?"

Blaine ducked his head, knowing it was true. "I know, but I'm trying to make it up to him."

"By doing another performance for that Jeremiah guy? That isn't going to help, just in case you hadn't realized."

Mercedes moved to turn away but Blaine stopped her. "Performing for Jeremiah? Why would you think I was doing that?"

Apparently he was genuine enough, because Mercedes relaxed her death stare slightly in favor of confusion. "Kurt heard you talking to your council thing about wanting to do another performance."

"Yes, a performance for Kurt." Blaine ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. "I wanted to tell him how sorry I am and how I lo-"

He cut himself off, but the damage was done. Mercedes's jaw dropped. "You love him?"

"I do." Blaine figured there was no point in trying to hide it anymore. "I've been stupid, I know, but Kurt means everything to me and now that I know he feels the same, I need to tell him."

Unbelievably, a smile crossed Mercedes face. "About time!" she exclaimed. Blaine knew his confusion was showing on his face as Mercedes sighed, shaking her head at him. "Nobody looks at someone the way you've been looking at Kurt and not want to be more than friends, Blaine. So, if you promise you're not going to hurt him this time, I'll help."

"I promise. Mercedes, I'd hurt myself first."

Mercedes nodded. "I expect nothing less. Right, I'll go get Kurt and drag him up to ... the choir room?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Mercedes."

"Make it worth it!" she called over her shoulder, darting down the stairs. Blaine stared after her for a few seconds before turning back to the choir room.

As he entered, the Warblers stared at him, a few looking over his shoulder for Kurt. "Did he not want to come?" Jeff asked, looking concerned.

"One of his McKinley friends is here. She was about to take him away, but I convinced her to help out. She's bringing him up here in a couple of minutes, but I want to change things a little bit." Blaine walked over to one of the couches and sat. "Can you all sit?"

The Warblers followed his instructions without question, Wes falling into the seat next to him. "You know what you're doing?"

Blaine nodded, before raising a finger to his lips. Everybody quietened obediently and the sound of Kurt's voice, growing louder, drifted into the room. "Why do you want to see my choir room? It's just a room?"

Mercedes appeared in the doorway, holding a finger to her lips unnecessarily. "Oh hey, it's pretty cool. Come and explain this to me?"

"It's just a room, I don't see what -" Kurt walked through the door and stopped immediately at the sight of the Warblers. "Crap, is it rehearsal?"

Blaine stood and Kurt's attention was drawn to him. As he looked his friend in the eye, Blaine saw the flicker of pain flash through before it was gone - clearly Kurt was wearing a mask. "Kurt. Mercedes. Have a seat."

Mercedes grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him over to one of the couches. Blaine waited until they were seated - Kurt glancing at Mercedes suspiciously - before speaking again, keeping it simple. "Kurt, it's come to my attention that there's something I need to say to you."

Blaine gestured to the Warblers who immediately broke into harmony. Keeping his full attention on Kurt, Blaine took a step forward and began to sing.

"There was a time when we were down and out,

There was a place when we were starting over,

We let the bough break, we let the heartache in,

Who's sorry now?"

Blaine watched as Kurt fought with his emotions, clearly trying to keep the impassive mask up. But as much as Blaine didn't want to hurt Kurt more, the words needed to be said and Kurt needed to accept his emotions - and Blaine's.

"There was a world when we were standing still,

And for a moment we were separated,"

There was a tiny flinch, and Blaine tried to show his apology through his eyes, as he continued to sing, knowing the next words would be the worst. He had changed the song slightly to fit himself and Kurt, it being the best one he could find in the short amount of time he had.

"And then I found him, I let the stranger in,

Who's sorry now?"

As the Warblers repeated the line, Kurt bit his lip and Blaine stepped forward again.

"What, what kind of fool,

Tears it apart, leaving you pain and sorrow?

Losing you now, wondering why -

Where will we be tomorrow?"

And it truly was his biggest fear. Blaine knew he had screwed up, but the last thing he ever wanted was to lose Kurt's friendship over this. Yet, seeing the look in Kurt's eyes, he knew it was a possibility if he didn't fix things.

But there was something else in Kurt's eyes, and Blaine knew he was trying not to read further into the words, trying not to see the flickers of emotion that Blaine knew were running through his eyes. The ones that Blaine needed him to see, to understand.

"There was a moment when I cut you down,

Played around, what have I done?

I only apologize for being, as they say,

The last to know."

And there it was. Kurt's jaw dropped, and Blaine knew he had finally seen it. Because Blaine had been the last to know - everybody else seemed to have understood that he and Kurt were in love with each other, except him. And perhaps Kurt, who looked stunned to think that Blaine loved him back.

"It has to show when someone is in your eyes."

The Warblers continued to sing the final chorus as Blaine held the note, staring straight into Kurt's eyes which were filling with tears. Mercedes was grinning and Kurt appeared to be trying to hold back a smile.

"What kind of fool."

As the final notes echoed around the room, Blaine stepped towards Kurt again, offering him a hand. Kurt took it and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.

"Kurt. I've been an fool. And all I can say is that I'm sorry, and I love you." Kurt gasped quietly, clearly having not wanted to believe it completely until now.

There was nothing else Blaine could say. Their hands were still linked, and Blaine could feel the trembling in Kurt's hand. All he could do was wait, and hope that it wasn't too late.

Kurt stared at him for a few seconds before shaking his head. Blaine's heart plummeted. I left it too late... I ruined everything...

"This must be a dream," Kurt whispered. "So if it is, I'm taking full advantage."

And then Kurt was leaning towards him, closing the gap between their lips and pressing them together. Now it was Blaine's turn to gasp at the contact before kissing back hungrily. He had dreamt of this for so long, and now that it was finally happening he couldn't be sure he was awake either. All he could do was rely on the sensations running through him that his dreams could never give.

Blaine broke away, breathless. Kurt was in a similar state, staring at him through slightly glazed eyes. "I really hope we're not dreaming," he breathed.

Kurt chuckled, and that seemed to be the cue the rest of the Warblers needed. Loud exclamations came from the other side of the room and then the two boys were engulfed in a Warbler hug, Mercedes joining in laughingly.

And throughout it all, Kurt and Blaine's hands were linked together. And nothing was going to pull them apart again.

My endings kinda sucked at this point of my writing. My apologies.

MusicalEscape:

"And I'm not leaving until you're-"

"HELL TO THE NO!"

*storms up* "You are NOT singing that song to anyone that's not MY WHITE BOY! NOT that sorry white boy with horrible hair! Seriously, what nested up in there?"

*sees the light* "Kurt..."

"Go. Now." *shoves into Kurt*

"Ah-" *lips get smacked togther*

"Mah job is done here." *walks out*