I posted a new oneshot today called Letters from Blaine and every single reviewer has cried so far, I think. If that's not an incentive to read it, I don't know what is. It's not angst, I promise.

Thank you so much for all of the love the past few days. It's helped a lot, believe me, and if I could reply to every single lovely review, I would. I'm feeling a lot better right now, but I'm about to go on another long string of work in a few days and I'll probably end up just as exhausted again so apologies in advance. But seriously, I love you all way too much.

Oh, right. POST 150, WOO!

Seriously though, pretty awesome milestone right there =D

From Klaineforthewin: On top of some furniture

I totally wanted to do planking for this but I've already written a planking oneshot. And then I latched onto this idea of Blaine having a compulsion to jump all over furniture - there are so many good stories based around this out there - and this happened.

TGTDOSBDK. This also happens during Original Song and it's literally two days after the scene where they kissed, except Blaine just asked Kurt out this time.

Furniture

The loud crash down the hall jarred Kurt out of his afternoon nap. Sitting up, he ran a hand through his hair before frowning as the sound of yelling echoed through his door. He could vaguely make out Wes's voice before his boyfriend responded, sounding defensive. Kurt sighed and checked his reflection quickly before leaving his room and heading down to the student room on his floor. "Okay, break it up," he said tiredly as he walked in, standing between the two boys.

Blaine immediately shot him a glance of relief, taking Kurt's hand. "Thank goodness, can you tell him to stop -"

"What did he break, Wes?" Kurt asked, completely ignoring Blaine who made a noise of disbelief. Wes sighed and gestured to the lamp on the ground. Kurt rolled his eyes, turning to Blaine. "What did you do this time?"

"I was just showing Wes my choreography ideas -"

Wes gave another loud sigh. "We're not going to have tables at Regionals, Blaine. Or lamps for that matter. Face it, you have a problem."

Kurt stepped in before Blaine could comment, nudging Wes lightly. "Hey, I'll take care of it, alright?" He shot Wes a look, making it clear that it wasn't going to be swept under the rug this time. "Why don't you get someone up here to get rid of that lamp?"

As Wes disappeared, Kurt tugged on Blaine's hand and led him out of the room, mentally deliberating which room in the school would be the safest for his overexcitable boyfriend before deciding on the music room. Hopefully Blaine's appreciation for musical instruments would keep him from breaking any of them. Pulling up a stool, he gestured for Blaine to sit on the piano bench and positioned himself across from his boyfriend, taking his hands again. "Okay, let's just get this out in the open. What is it with your compulsion to jump on furniture?"

"I don't have a compulsion to jump on furniture," Blaine said immediately, clearly on autopilot, and pulled his hands out of Kurt's grasp. He glared at Kurt stubbornly who simply raised an eyebrow and waited. A minute passed in tense silence, neither boy wanting to back down and Kurt began to wonder whether this was going to be their first fight as a couple. Wouldn't that be great - two days into a relationship and we fight over this?

Kurt finally caved, mainly because he wasn't in a yelling mood and Blaine's glare was getting increasingly more stony. "Come on, just talk to me alright? You know I'm not going to judge you or anything, I just want to know what the deal is."

A few more seconds of silence later and Blaine sighed. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, holding out his hands again so Kurt could take them. "It's not even a big deal, it's just that everybody else makes it into one and thinks I have some deep set emotional trauma or a rebellious streak and want to break as many things as possible."

"I wouldn't put it past you," Kurt teased lightly. "So what's the story then?"

Blaine suddenly smirked. "You would have figured it out this weekend anyway." Kurt thought for a second before his stomach flipped as he remembered his invitation to visit Blaine's family that weekend. "You know we're well-off and I'm an only child. My parents were well used to living an extravagant lifestyle before I came along and didn't really want to refurnish for a child. So they had a child-safe room that I'd play in, which was all well and good until I was about five and got sick of it and wanted to play in the other rooms. The ones with the big leather couches and expensive looking vases that I was expressively forbidden to enter."

Kurt winced, already able to see where this was going. "So it was rebellious?"

"Somewhat." Blaine shrugged. "Mostly I just wanted to try jumping on furniture. I loved it, they hated it, I got grounded a lot because of it, I kept doing it. When I stared going to Westerville there was nothing fancy and everybody sat on the furniture anyway so it wasn't a big deal… but once I got to Dalton and saw all of the couches like the ones I used to play on, I just couldn't resist. I figured by working it into choreography I could still have fun."

Kurt laughed, running his fingers up Blaine's wrist unconsciously. "You are such a little kid. How'd you break the lamp anyway?" It took Blaine a second to reply and Kurt couldn't work out why until he looked down to see his fingers tracing small circles around Blaine's wrist. Hm, better keep that one in mind…

"Oh, I uh - I was jumping across the backs of the couches and knocked it with my foot." Kurt began to laugh again, Blaine following suit. "I'm just glad it wasn't the antique."

"So who foots the bill for any damages?"

Blaine shifted closer, bumping their knees together softly. "For something like that, Dalton will cover it. But I've had to pay for a few broken vases here and there and cleaning for the couches - muddy footprints along the backs," he added in explanation. "The Warblers are kind of used to it, or at least they say they are, but then something like that will happen. Generally it's Wes that snaps."

"Why am I not surprised?" Kurt deliberated for a second before deciding to hell with it. "So why is it fun anyway, climbing on furniture?"

Blaine literally froze in his seat, staring at him. "Not you too! You've never jumped on furniture?" Kurt shook his head. "Played 'The Floor Is Lava'? No? You must have at least sat on the piano while someone's playing? That's the best one, and the easiest."

"That was specifically banned at McKinley otherwise Rachel would have taken up permanent residence and serenaded Finn from it every lesson," Kurt said, not entirely joking. "So no, I haven't."

Without a word Blaine stood, tugging on Kurt's hands so he had no choice but to follow suit. As soon as they were standing, Blaine let go and turned to the piano, gesturing for Kurt to climb on. Kurt frowned, eyeing up the legs. "Will it hold me?"

"Course it will. Go on." Kurt looked at him dubiously and Blaine rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll do it." With amazing grace, he jumped on top of the piano and gestured for Kurt to sit down on the stool. "Do you take requests?"

Kurt smirked as he sat, glancing up at Blaine who was resting on one elbow across the piano. "Your options tonight are Chopsticks and the piece you taught me." Blaine pretended to think for a second and Kurt reached out to swat his leg lightly. "I'll just start playing then." Suddenly nervous, Kurt hovered his hands over the keys before beginning to play the short piece Blaine had been teaching him over the past few days. He knew it wasn't perfect by any means, especially since he couldn't stop looking up at Blaine who was watching him the entire time, a soft smile on his face. As soon as it finished, he was closing the lid to the piano, saying, "Well, there you go, I just ruined a piece of music for you."

"Not at all."

Kurt glanced up, surprised at the tone of Blaine's voice. It was soft and almost awed as if Kurt had just done something award worthy and Kurt almost couldn't take it. He stood and moved to the side of the piano where Blaine was sitting, putting his hands on his boyfriend's knees lightly and moving in as close as he could. Blaine gently took his hands, holding them in his own as he looked down at Kurt with a smile. "You're taller than me for once," Kurt said softly, mirroring the look.

"We might have to rectify that." Blaine stared at him for a few more seconds, his expression still serene. "Trust me?"

"Always," Kurt said without thinking about the consequences before realizing that there weren't any. He had told Blaine the truth after all, there was nothing he didn't trust his boyfriend with.

Blaine took Kurt's hands and placed them on his shoulders. "Hold on," he said. Frowning, Kurt obeyed before realizing what was happening as Blaine's arms curved under his legs, pulling him up onto the piano. And then he was sitting in Blaine's lap with his legs around Blaine's back and his arms had somehow curled around Blaine's neck and if anybody had asked Kurt whether he would be able to sit like this in the middle of a school with his boyfriend a year ago, Kurt would have laughed in their face. It was almost too much, especially when Blaine was leaning in to press his forehead against Kurt's and Kurt had pretty much forgotten what breathing was.

"You are so beautiful."

And now Kurt definitely didn't know how to breathe. Blaine was still staring at him with that same smile and his eyes were glittering with a myriad of colors that Kurt could lose himself in for hours. They were so close together already but Kurt needed to be closer, needed to somehow express these emotions swirling around in his heart that his words couldn't say.

So, considering everything else they had just done, it was only natural for Kurt to close that final distance between them and kiss Blaine. And clearly it was just as natural for Blaine to kiss him back, their lips fitting together just as perfectly as their hands had that first time on the staircase, the first time Kurt had known he needed to learn who this wonderful boy was. And now he knew.

This is Blaine Anderson, my boyfriend.

Completely overwhelmed, Kurt broke the kiss and buried his head in Blaine's shoulder. Blaine was stroking his back softly but Kurt had felt him tense and a moment later he asked in a voice that was entirely too casual, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No," Kurt said, his voice muffled. "You did everything right and I'm just waiting until the day I wake up and realize you're a dream and I'm back at McKinley pining over Finn again."

Blaine relaxed, tugging lightly at Kurt's shoulders so he could look him in the eyes again. "I'm very real, I promise, so you're stuck with me."

Kurt kissed him again quickly, taking Blaine off guard. "I'm glad."

They stared at each other for a few more seconds trying to speak without words before Blaine smiled. "Now that you've seen the perks of jumping on furniture, is there a chance you'll come and spend some quality time on one of the couches with me?"

Kurt snorted, effectively breaking the moment. "Such a charmer. But yes, I think I will."

Blaine helped him down from the piano and they left the room, their hands seeking each other out automatically. And Kurt realized that the moment hadn't been broken and probably never could, save breaking up or falling out of love. Because the moment was love and Kurt knew right there and then that he loved Blaine Anderson.

Furniture obsession and all.

I've never done an overwhelmed by the moment Kurt before. I'm overwhelmed by this chapter.

MusicalEscape:

"...For me and Quinn to practice cheerleading stuff."

"YOU...?" *choke*

Later that day...

"Thanks for letting me join you. There really is no better seat to watch them practice cheerleading."

"No prob, bro. Just... Don't do anything in my room? I just got a new game... *mutters* a unicorn one..."