I just need to make a note in regards to last night's authors note about Heather Morris's photos. I'm not calling anybody out or saying that people can't have their opinions about the shoot, but I want to make it clear that I would have reacted the same way had it been any actress/model. I think the idea of the shoot is horrifying unless it's done for the right reasons as an anti-promotion sort of thing.

Anyway, I filled a shift for another store today and my goodness, I have never been happier to work at the store I work at. My store is tiny and we have regulars who already know me - this store was big and scary and people were grumpy and Sarah wasn't happy.

From shushyou: I want to clarify before I prompt this that I HAVEN'T seen New York - so this isn't even slightly spoilery, although the prompt is related to New York - basically I want Kurt and Blaine (as just friends) to be talking on the phone while Kurt's in New York for Nationals, and then somewhere in the phone conversation Blaine sort of accidentally lets slip that he is in love with Kurt, and then when Kurt gets back there are airport!Klisses, complete with a New Directions audience.

I tweaked it just a little so Blaine isn't the one letting slip.

Spilled

"Okay, I think that's a wrap!"

Puck and Artie exchanged high-fives as Quinn finished writing the final lines. Behind them, Brittany and Mike had just collapsed onto the bed, having completed the choreography for their group number. "We'll teach you tomorrow," Mike mumbled into the pillow. "Too tired now."

As Tina sat next to him, running her hands through his hair, Kurt took the opportunity to slip out into the hall. Finn was in the guys bedroom working on his and Rachel's duet, so he couldn't go there. Instead, he walked down to the end of the hallway where there were a few seats set up. Sinking into one of those, he pulled out his phone and found Blaine's number, hitting Call.

You're just calling, as a friend, because he wanted to know when you'd decided on a setlist. It's his choice -

"Hello?"

Kurt's mouth immediately ran dry. "Hi," he squeaked out, immediately feeling like an idiot.

Somehow Blaine hadn't noticed. "Hey, Kurt! How's New York going?"

"Yeah, great. It's - well, it's New York." Seriously, Kurt?

Blaine laughed, thankfully not patronizingly. "I'm sure it is. So, how's the songwriting?"

At least Kurt knew he could talk about this without stumbling over his words too much. "We've got the group number written, it's called Light Up The World. Brittany and Artie have the most vocals, and I didn't get a solo -"

"Really? But you auditioned for one?"

"I did. Santana, Rachel, Finn, Tina, Artie and Brittany got them. But in the end, it's a group number, so it doesn't matter." Kurt stretched his feet out in front of him, feeling an unconscious smile curve across his face as it did any time he spoke to Blaine. "And Finn's working on his and Rachel's duet. I think he's got a lot to work with since she apparently knocked him back completely."

Blaine sucked in a breath. "Harsh. Though from what you've told me, they'll get back together at the most inconvenient time anyway."

Kurt laughed, feeling all of his remaining tension ease. "That's Finn and Rachel," he agreed, leaning back and making himself comfortable. "So we're pretty excited, of course, and nobody's going to sleep a wink tonight. Anyway, what are the Warblers up to?"

"We're actually done for the year, unfortunately." Kurt heard what sounded like Blaine falling back onto his bed. "So we're just gearing up for next year, working on some possibilities for people singing that aren't me."

Kurt mock-gasped, even though his surprise was pretty real. "Why didn't they do that when I was there?" he complained lightly.

"I wouldn't have a clue, sorry." Blaine's voice was still light and almost musical, something Kurt had missed greatly in the drama of New Directions. Even in New York the group had still managed to bring their fighting along, and Kurt was over it. All he wanted to do was get on stage, then go back to Ohio and spend the summer doing more productive things. Like hanging out with Blaine. "So, what kinds of things have you seen?"

"Oh, you wouldn't believe it!" Kurt began to gush instantly about his experience in the Wicked theatre and having breakfast at Tiffany's. He knew these were stories he would be telling for a long time, and his excitement completely caught up with him. "You would have loved it!" he finished enthusiastically.

Kurt could hear the smile in Blaine's voice as he replied. "I'm sure I would have."

He didn't know what it was. Maybe it was the overwhelming excitement and happiness that some day he would be living here. Maybe it was hearing Blaine's voice for the first time since arriving in New York. Maybe something in him knew it was time to stop beating around the bush. Whatever it was, it just slipped out.

"I love you."

One second of absolute silence, then Kurt was pulling his phone from his ear, hitting the end button with enough force to almost crack the screen. The phone dropped into his lap, his head into his hands. "Please, please tell me I didn't just say that."

"Say what?"

Kurt's head jerked up to see Finn walking down the hall towards him, a notebook in hand. Kurt deliberated with himself for a second before deciding that Finn had pretty much dealt with all of his homophobia, and even though he wasn't exactly a role model when it came to relationships, he had certainly experienced his fair share of issues. "I - I just told Blaine I love him."

Finn froze. "You love him?"

Kurt nodded and Finn dropped into the chair next to him, still staring. "Wow. How long?"

"A few months now. I mean, he sort of knew I was interested around Valentines Day, but we never spoke of it after that... and now I've just blurted that out in conversation and I don't even know how he feels -"

"What did he say in response?"

Kurt grimaced. "Well, he didn't get the chance to. I kind of hung up the second I realized what I had said."

Finn looked like he was about to say something but paused as the opening refrains of For Good echoed through the hallway - after the experience in the theatre, Kurt couldn't not put it as his ringtone - and Blaine's picture came up on Kurt's phone. "Are you going to -"

"No," Kurt said immediately, shaking his head. "I can't."

There was silence between the two boys until Blaine's picture disappeared and Kurt's phone alerted him to a missed call. "Kurt, you've seen what's been going on with me and Rachel," Finn began slowly. "You know it's messing me up. I put my heart on the line, and I pretty much got kicked back."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "I fail to see how this is supposed to make me feel better," he said sardonically, "or make me want to talk to Blaine -"

"I don't regret it," Finn blurted out quickly. "Even if her and I never end up being together again, I don't regret telling her how I feel. Because maybe someday she'll realize that we can be together, and then she'll know. And because love isn't meant to be hidden."

Kurt stared at his step-brother. "That's very astute, Finn." Then he sighed, slumping back in his chair. "I can't, not by phone anyway. Maybe when we get back I can talk to him, but right now I need to get focused on Nationals."

Finn leant over, putting a hand on his shoulder briefly before standing. "Just don't let your opportunity pass," he said simply before walking back down the hall. Kurt watched him enter the room, probably to show the others his song, and sighed again. The next second, his phone began ringing and Blaine's picture flashed up again. Well, there's no chance that he didn't hear me or something.

When the ringing finally stopped, his phone registering a voice message, Kurt switched off his phone before heading back down to the room. He couldn't take his mind off Blaine, he knew that, but he needed to at least share his focus. Nationals was calling.

"Flight 183 from New York has now landed."

This is it.

Blaine stood, moving towards the exit. He didn't exactly want to accost Kurt the second he came out of the gate, but he didn't want to miss the boy either. His hand danced across the phone in his pocket which he knew would have the same thing as before; no texts, no missed calls, despite the numerous times he had tried to contact Kurt over the past few days.

The second Kurt had hung up on him, Blaine realized what had happened. Kurt had clearly not meant to say the words and was obviously terrified that Blaine was going to reject him. No doubt if Kurt had been left to his own devices, he would have taken as long as possible for the two of them to catch up again. But Blaine wasn't having any of that. The words had stunned him, yes, but not in the way Kurt thought. Because instead of wanting to reject Kurt or wondering why he had said it, Blaine felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

He loves me too.

Ever since Kurt had announced he was moving back to McKinley, Blaine had been telling himself to do something, to say something, to just let Kurt know how much he cared about him. But the words had evaded him every time - after all, the last time they had talked about feelings, Blaine had practically blown Kurt off. He regretted it now, of course, but the sentiments still stood. He really didn't want to screw this up. But now he knew for sure. And no matter how much it seemed that Kurt didn't want to talk to him, Blaine couldn't not come. He couldn't give up the chance to have the boy he had been wanting for the past few months, whether he had realized it or not.

As people began to make their way out of the gate, Blaine kept his eyes peeled for the New Directions group. He knew already that they had lost and just hoped that their wasn't too big of a rift between them all.

But it seemed that, of course, there was going to be. Rachel and Finn were first through, followed a short time later by Tina and Mike, then Puck and Lauren. Santana and Quinn both looked annoyed - Blaine noticing that the latter had chopped off half her hair - and were glaring in Finn and Rachel's direction. And then the rest of the group came through in one big huddle, Blaine craning his neck, trying to look through them all to see...

Kurt.

There he was, walking slightly apart from everybody else and pulling two suitcases behind him. Blaine couldn't help but smile fondly - Kurt had managed to pack more than anybody else, including the girls. His heart had skipped a beat the second he had seen his friend, and he knew without a doubt that what he was doing was right. Will Schuester had called the group together who formed reluctantly, their backs to Blaine. Now was his chance.

Moving quickly, Blaine walked up behind the group and waited, overhearing the end of their teacher's speel. "... come back to school tomorrow and put all this behind us. No matter what, we're a family and we need to remember that it wasn't about winning, it was about getting there and having the exp - Blaine?"

As one, the entire group turned. Most looked confused to see him, but Mercedes and Finn were both giving him relieved looks - Blaine figured they had both been informed of what was going on. Kurt, on the other hand, looked terrified and like he wanted to run. Mercedes quickly put an end to that by pushing Kurt forwards, the boy stumbling forward before ending up a few steps from Blaine. "What are you doing here?" he whispered, his face turning bright red.

Blaine knew words weren't enough. The rest of the group were blocking them out of the view of anybody else in the airport, so Blaine simply gave in to his urges and did what he knew he should have done a long time ago; grabbing one Kurt Hummel, pulling him into his arms and kissing him soundly on the lips.

Kurt froze for all of two seconds before beginning to kiss back, practically melting into Blaine's arms. Blaine pulled him in tighter, reveling in the feeling of Kurt in his arms before remembering where they were and reluctantly breaking away. "I love you too," he murmured, staring into Kurt's eyes.

Every last doubt had faded from Kurt's eyes, to be replaced with the most beautiful hope. "Well, that was the best 'welcome back' I could ever have hoped for," he said quietly, only jumping slightly when the entire New Directions group broke into applause, various members calling out innuendos that Blaine knew would probably haunt them for their entire relationship. But he really couldn't bring himself to care. As they turned back to the group, hand in hand, Blaine saw Finn smiling at him and knew he had definitely done the right thing. Except... there was one more thing he needed to do.

"Oh, and I should probably actually ask if you wanted to be my boyfriend."

Kurt rolled his eyes, elbowing him lightly, but his grin said it all. "I had to ask," Blaine said, holding up one hand in mock-surrender, his own grin threatening to split his face in two. He grabbed one of Kurt's suitcases for him before he could argue and joined the group as they left the airport. Just as they walked out the doors, Kurt pulled out his phone and switched it on before blinking in surprise as it seemed to come to live, vibrating like crazy.

Blaine smirked. "Hey, just a quick note for the future? The next time I call you eighteen times, pick up." He elbowed Kurt lightly who simply shook his head. "It might be important, after all."

"Welcome to your message bank. You have six new voice messages."

"Kurt... I, um, I heard what you said. I know you didn't pick up when I called and that probably means you don't want to talk to me but I just want you to know that I really want to talk to you. Like, really really. So if you hear this, please call me back."

"Hey, it's me again. Just wanted to make it clear that when I said I wanted to talk, I meant it in a good way. I promise. I just... I don't want to say it in a message. I want you to be the first to know that I - uh, yeah. You know. I hope you know. Call me back."

"So, it's morning, I've called you seven times so far and your phone is still off. I was planning to call you anyway to wish you luck, so... good luck. I don't think you're listening to these messages so it's probably pointless to leave it but I still wanted to. And, of course, if you do get this, give me a call?"

"I heard about the competition. I'm sorry. I... please call me."

"God, Kurt. I love you, alright? I've loved you for ages now, I just didn't have the courage to tell you which is so stupid because I preach courage but I just couldn't because I didn't think you felt the same way. And now I know you do and you think I don't and you won't answer my calls or pick up your phone and it's driving me crazy because I don't know what to do and I wish I could get out to New York now and just tell you and make you know that you can love me and I'd love it if you loved me and you do love me and -"

"So my last message got cut off. That's probably good. I meant it all though. If you don't call me, I'll be dealing with it the minute you get back, and that's a promise. You've had fair warning. I ... I love you."

This might be one of my favourites. I added that last section literally minutes before posting it too.

MusicalEscape:

Not related to Prom whatsoever, but I like this idea:

Oh, hi Kurt! Me and the ND girls just got back.

"From what?"

Breaking into Karkfaky's room while he slept, stealing all of his shoes and socks, then completely covering the floor by super gluing Legos down.

*in the distance* "AAAAAAAAAAHHH!"