EDGE OF GLORY READERS: You know the chapter Angela and I posted yesterday that had an original song by 'Blaine' in it? Well as you'll know if you read the authors note at the bottom, Angela actually wrote that song and, after some coercion from both me and you guys, she's sung it and posted it to YouTube! So go to and check it out!

Today marks a momentous day. This chapter is the 100th chapter since my beta SquirrelzAttack started editing for me. That's pretty darn awesome! Angela, I love you :)

Names. Here we go. *deep breath* Abigail, Adam/Rachelle, Ailsa, Alex, Angela, Becca, Bethan, Brianna, Catherine, Claudia, Esther, Federica, Haley, Heather, India, Jordyn, Kaitlyn, Katie, Katt, Katy, Kylie, Laura, Lilli, Lisa, Maddie x2, Marie, Megan x3, Millicent, Nadja, Naomi, Roisin, Rosie, Sarah x4, Sasha, Sedivia, Sharlene, Shona, Tara and Zoe. Phew! It's lovely to meet you all and know who I'm actually talking to :) I think we can say the Sarah's are representing right now! ;)

From BloodyAphrodite: I had an idea that Blaine could sing "Don't You" (you know by Darren Criss) to Kurt somewhere deserted, abandoned. Like a school ground on the weekend or a thin forest with no leaves, just slim trunks of tree on some autumn day. And Blaine could have a guitar while he sings. (You do not know how desperate I am for you to do this)And that verse where Darren sang "Let's pretend that both our lips are made of candy". How sexy is that?

Let's say that it's one of those days near Original Song where Kurt and Blaine aren't fighting or being stupid... but we know Kurt's in love with Blaine and there's definitely something beginning to form on Blaine's side of things too.

Oh, and I did my research this time! According to Google Maps, Cleveland is approximately a 2.5 hour drive from Westerville. And my beta is a 54 day drive/kayak trip away from me. And I have to drive through Japan and Hawaii to get there. And kayak. Did I mention kayak? I mean, I'd do it, but there's tolls.

Deserted

This place is so boring.

Kurt sighed, pushing his hair out of his face as he attempted to focus on the words in front of him before finally giving it up as a lost cause. Usually he went home for the weekend, but Burt and Carole had gone to visit Carole's parents for the long weekend and he didn't really want to go home to an empty house. So he had opted to stay, figuring that at least one or two of the other boarders would stick around.

But, of course, his plans had failed. Wes and David were off camping, thoroughly raising Kurt's suspicions as to their sexuality. Nick, Jeff, Cameron and Trent had all gone home as usual, and the rest of the Warblers didn't board. Kurt hadn't been too bothered, figuring that Blaine would probably be sticking around - and of course, any opportunity for Kurt to spend alone with Blaine would be fine by him.

Except Blaine hadn't stuck around. He was doing a performance in Cleveland, therefore was currently a couple of hours from Westerville, and was planning to be gone until Monday afternoon. So Kurt found himself pretty much alone, with the exception of younger students who he didn't know at all.

Heaving another sigh, Kurt snapped his book shut and stood, walking over to rest his hands on the windowsill and look across the grounds. Naturally the Dalton grounds were impressive, spreading right across to a large group of trees at the back of the fields. Odd, I never noticed those before. Making up his mind, Kurt grabbed his phone and headed out of his room. It had been a long time since he had done any exploring, and since nobody was around to hang out with, he might as well.

It took Kurt a good ten minutes to actually get across the grounds to the cluster of trees, but since he managed to make it there without destroying his boots, he figured it wasn't too much of a sacrifice. Peering through the trees, he saw what looked like a clearing ahead and began to walk through gingerly, paying careful attention for any mud or other objects that would ruin his clothing. Finally he stepped over a log and found himself in a small clearing of trees. The sun filtered through in patches, drawing rough patterns on the ground. The grass was untainted, free of mud and looked soft and comfortable. Clearly nobody else had come here, or at least not in awhile.

Kurt gave himself a moment to properly examine the grass before deeming it acceptable. He then broke every preconceived rule about himself and fell straight back on his back into the grass. He knew Mercedes would be berating him for grass stains and Blaine would be trying not to laugh, but he really couldn't care.

... besides, his jacket was leather and his jeans were so dark that any grass stains wouldn't show. So it would be fine.

Throwing one arm over his eyes, Kurt allowed himself to settle into a state of half-asleep before growling angrily as his phone buzzed in his pocket. His frustration died when he saw Blaine's name pop up on the screen.

You are at Dalton this weekend, right? - Blaine

Kurt frowned at the text, wondering what it meant.

Of course. Bored out of my brain because nobody's here - Kurt

That said, he wasn't quite so bored anymore. Being at Dalton with the hard work load and the frequent Warbler meetings meant that Kurt had a lot less time to just be himself and relax. So to be able to spend some time out here on his own was almost therapeudic. Of course he wouldn't object to having someone else with him... perhaps a certain curly-haired-if-not-for-copious-amounts-of-gel Warbler...

Speaking of which...

Sounds thrilling. For surveying purposes, where exactly in Dalton would you be right now? - Blaine

Surveying purposes? Kurt stared at the text for a few seconds before shrugging. Blaine took his schoolwork very seriously and was probably doing an extra credit assignment on where lonely and bored students spent their time. Because that was just the kind of thing Blaine did.

Out the back of the grounds. Found a clearing behind some trees - Kurt

After no reply came for a few minutes, Kurt dropped his phone next to him and slung his arm back over his face, allowing himself to drift back to his sleepy relaxed state. Everything was still and quiet around him with the occasional chatter of birdsong and Kurt just lay there, basking in the small amounts of sunlight he was receiving and enjoying doing nothing.

His phone buzzed quietly in the grass and Kurt sighed, reaching over to pick it up and blinking blearily at the screen.

Well, don't you look comfortable? ;) - Blaine

After a few seconds of confusion, Kurt realized. "Stop stalking me then," he mumbled as he covered his eyes again, hearing a light laugh in response, followed by footsteps growing progressively louder. "Aren't you supposed to be in Cleveland?"

"Performance was cancelled," came Blaine's voice from just above him. There was a slight thud as Blaine fell down next to him. "Apparently the other lead has laryngitis, but of course they didn't tell me until I'd already driven the whole way there. Figured I'd stay the night then head back today. How'd you find this place?"

Kurt moved his arm and cracked open one eye, glancing over at Blaine. "Got bored. Came walking. Found it."

Blaine laughed again. "I've never heard you quite this illiterate."

"I'm tired, leave me alone." Kurt batted irritably at where he thought Blaine was sitting but only found air.

"Nice try," Blaine said. "And by the way, you're not the only person who comes here."

Kurt frowned, finally opening his eyes and focusing on his friend. "Who else?"

"Me." Blaine was still smiling like he didn't have a care in the world, and Kurt was beginning to wonder what had gotten into the other boy. "I usually write songs here."

"You write songs?" Kurt blurted out before he could stop himself. Blaine nodded, stretching his arms above his head lazily. "Why didn't I learn about this earlier? And why are we not doing original songs for Regionals if we have someone who can actually write?"

Blaine's constant laughter would be getting on his nerves if it weren't so damn attractive. "You assume I write well. And because it's one thing to write a song and play it on guitar, it's quite another to write everything in eight-part harmony."

"Touche." Kurt pulled himself into a sitting position and glanced down at his friend before noticing the object next to him. "Oh... you were planning on writing something today? I can leave if you want-"

Blaine shook his head immediately. "I came out because you said you were out here, remember? And when I realized where you were... I thought it would be a good chance to run a song by you. I've been working on it for awhile."

"Um... okay, sure." Kurt frowned as Blaine sat up, pulling his guitar onto his lap and fiddling with it for a few moments. There was definitely something going on that Blaine wasn't telling him about - as of ten minutes ago, Kurt didn't know that Blaine wrote songs and now he wanted to perform one for him. If Kurt didn't know better, he would think that Blaine had written it for him... no, don't go there. Don't get your hopes up again. "So, what's it called?" he asked hastily.

Blaine strummed at the guitar for a moment before looking up. "Don't You," he said simply, before beginning to play.

"Say, wasn't that a funny day?

Gee, you had a funny way - a way about you

A kind of glow of something new.

Sure - I'll admit that I'm the same,

Another sucker for a game kids like to play,

And the rules they like to use."

Blaine was completely focused on his guitar for the first few lines, allowing Kurt the chance to stare unashamedly. He had never seen Blaine playing guitar before, and there was something about the combination of the masterful use of the instrument combined with his exquisite voice that sent chills through Kurt.

"Don't you want the way I feel?

Don't you want the way I feel?

Don't you want the way I feel for you?"

At those last two words Blaine glanced up, locking eyes with Kurt who felt his mouth run dry immediately. Did he just -

Blaine smiled, raising his eyebrows slightly like he did any time they shared a private joke. Except this wasn't a joke - if Kurt was right, this was Blaine saying...

"Close your eyes - we'll make it dark again,

And kiss; there's a thought, so how 'bout this?

Let's pretend that both our lips are made of candy

After all, we need sweets every now and then."

Oh dear god, he is shamelessly flirting with me. Kurt resisted the urge to hide his face which he knew was probably going bright red. But this was different to the flirting Blaine had done in the past - the disastrous Gap incident, the drunken duet with Rachel... this seemed to be from the heart. This was Blaine, singing a love song to Kurt.

Is this even real?

"Here we are: two strangers in a very different place,

Who knows what could happen to us next?

Here we are with nothing but this little spark.

It's too cold outside to lay this fire to rest."

And then Kurt realized what the difference was. Instead of putting himself out there, Blaine was testing the waters, like he was coming back after a long time away... even like he was afraid that Kurt didn't feel the same and he might be rejected at any second.

This wasn't the overly confident Blaine Anderson that Kurt had fallen head over heels for. This was the sincere, rather insecure and broken Blaine Anderson that Kurt had fallen crazily in love with.

"Oh, don't you want the way I feel,

Don't you want the way I feel,

Don't you want the way I feel for you?"

Staring straight into his eyes, Blaine sang the last line quietly, almost inaudibly.

"Don't you want the way that I feel for you?"

"And if it wasn't clear, that was written for you," Blaine said quietly as the final notes echoed through the trees.

Kurt picked up his jaw from where it had fallen in the dirt. "Blaine," he said softly, not sure what else he could say to sum up how he was feeling right now.

"I know," Blaine said, his smile fading a little. "I've been a bit of an idiot lately. But I told you that I've only really got it together when I sing and - and when I wanted to talk to you about this, I wanted it to be as perfect as possible. Because... you deserve it."

Kurt blinked a couple of times, still staring at his friend. You're still asleep, his brain told him. You're going to wake up any second and realize this was yet another dream where Blaine confesses -

And then Blaine's hand was on his and Kurt blinked again. Oh. It doesn't normally feel that way. This feels... well, real.

It is.

"I know you said you thought you were the one I was going to sing to... I just want to know whether you still wanted that, whether you still... feel that way about me. Because if you do, I do too. I mean, of course I feel that way even if you don't, but ... I just hope I'm not too late." Blaine finished his ramble and stared at Kurt, who frantically tried to force his brain to say something. But there were no words, so he did the only thing he could think to do, the thing that only his dream self had ever done.

He kissed him.

This is a million times better than any dream...

"Is that answer enough?" he asked breathlessly when they finally separated from the best kiss in Kurt's existence. Blaine simply nodded, slightly wide-eyed and Kurt grinned, pulling him back in. He paused with their lips a couple of inches apart, watching the confusion settle in Blaine's eyes.

"Do they taste like candy?"

Blaine simply groaned and crashed their lips together again. Kurt took that as a yes.

I just can't resist it. I mean, I'd say the same thing!

MusicalEscape:

The next morning...

"Ugh... my head..." *ring ring ring* "Hello?"

"WESLEY YOU HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!"

*ring ring ring* "Hello?"

"WHAT THE HECK, DAVID!"

At this point Kurt and Blaine shoved every hungover boy (READ: all of 'em) into the courtyard, in broad sunlight. To their waiting girlfriends. Who, with the help of Kurt, shaved all of the Warblers' (sans the Klaine team) heads.

The headmaster was convinced there was a new fad going around...