So... TPPP.

Yes, I've seen it. No, I'm not talking about it because I've had some requests to wait another day before I do. So it'll be tomorrow's authors note where I flail madly over the episode, okay? If you have me on Tumblr, you've seen me reblogging the hell out of everything anyway so you know how I feel about certain parts of it and Angela and I have already analyzed it within an inch of its life. But I won't say any more than that because you guys were so good at keeping it a secret for me, I don't want to be the one to ruin it for others.

From MusicalEscape: Pav escape from her (his?) cage and Kurt and Blaine runs around Kurt's dorm trying to catch her(him). While running around frantically, they somehow manage to hook up.

This prompt was apparently due to the result of MusicalEscape eating sherbet and dropping a blob in the shape of Pavarotti accidentally. Which I thought was pretty cool.

And I'm pretty sure Pav is a boy, thinking back to the scene where Blaine is petitioning the Council for a duet and says, "I think Pavarotti would roll over in his tiny, tiny little grave." … and then I watched the rest of the scene and nearly swooned at that wink that Blaine does. Gorgeous walking, he is. Oh, and Jeff is the biggest Klaine shipper ever! Seriously, watch that scene and you'll see it ;)

(this prompt is from MusicalEscape, called 'Escape' and has MusicalEscape's section at the bottom...)

Escape

"Blaine, don't open the door!"

Blaine froze, his hand on the bathroom door. "What? What's wrong?" he called, his voice echoing around the tiles. He had heard the sound of Kurt moving around the room almost rapidly while he was getting dressed but didn't think anything of it - considering he was only borrowing Kurt's shower because his was broken, he didn't know anything about the boys habits. "I am fully dressed," he said as an afterthought, just in case that was the issue.

"I'm aware, I just - oh for the love of Gucci!" Blaine heard a thud and winced, wondering what the hell was going on out there. "If you open the door, he's going to get in there and then he'll probably drown or something."

Blaine blinked a couple of times but the words still refused to make sense. "Uh… how about I come out really quick and you make sure… he is nowhere near the door?"

Kurt sighed. "I could use an extra pair of hands," he admitted, Blaine desperately trying not to think of all of the meanings that could be behind that. "Alright… now!"

Yanking the door open, Blaine stepped through quickly and shut it. "What's going - oh."

"Yes, oh." Kurt gestured to Pavarotti who was fluttering around the overhead light, chirping madly. "Clearly he doesn't want to be up there, but he doesn't want to let me put him back in his cage either."

"How did he get out?" Blaine asked, watching the smallest Warbler flutter across to the TV and perch himself on it.

Kurt began to slowly inch in that direction. "I was feeding him and he slipped past… my… hand… damn it!" Kurt sighed, dropping his hands as Pav flew away, singing almost mockingly. "I thought I'd just be able to get him in but I think I startled him and now he won't trust me."

Blaine couldn't help but laugh. "Trent had the same problem when he first got Pav as well. It took four of us and a net, so I think it's an understatement to say he doesn't trust people when he's escaped. Have you tried singing to him?"

"I didn't even think of that." Kurt paused, clearly trying to come up with a song. "Do you think he'd like some funk? That's all that's been in my head lately."

"You… uh, you sing funk? Like, low range?" Blaine was trying really hard not to imagine it and failing.

Kurt nodded. "We did a funk number to psych out Vocal Adrenaline at the end of last year. That said, we didn't make it to Nationals so… you know. Funk probably isn't best anyway," he mused, turning back to the problem at hand. "He usually responds well to some Wicked though."

Kurt began to hum the opening refrain to the musical and, sure enough, Pavarotti seemed to calm down a little, still fluttering out of reach. After a few seconds Blaine joined in, letting their voices mix together softly. Kurt offered him a smile which Blaine returned and there was a second where they simply stared at each other before Pavarotti chirped again, drawing their attention back. Blaine tried not to sigh at the loss of contact before returning to the task at hand. "Okay, how about this? I'll stand over by the door and you…" Blaine gestured with his hands. "You sort of shoo him over and I'll catch him. He can't land on anything there."

"I guess it's worth a shot," Kurt said dubiously, beginning to move slowly towards the shelf where Pav was currently perched. "Ready?" Blaine nodded and Kurt raised his hands as if to catch the bird. Pavarotti quickly flew away in Blaine's direction who jumped up, trying to catch him. But of course Pav was too smart for that and flew back towards Kurt.

After a few minutes of chasing the bird, Blaine couldn't help it any longer and began to laugh. "It's like Warbler ping pong," he gasped out, collapsing back on Kurt's bed. "I give up. He can roam free."

"And destroy my room? Not a chance." Kurt gave it one more shot before sighing. "I guess until we get a net or something, it's not going to happen. Bad bird," he said, shaking a finger in Pavarotti's direction.

Blaine couldn't help but laugh again. "You baby him a lot, you know?" Kurt fell back on the bed next to Blaine who was still tracking Pavarotti with his eyes. The bird finally settled onto the bookcase, still chirping lightly and Blaine shook his head. "I think he's mocking us… what?"

Turning on his side, Blaine noticed Kurt was staring at him. "I - I was just…"

"Staring?" Blaine asked quietly. He knew it was a risk, but considering they were lying on a bed together, out of breath after just chasing a bird around the room… well, why not? It was just so Blaine and Kurt that he couldn't not risk it. To anybody else it would sound almost crazy, but his and Kurt's friendship was like nothing else Blaine had ever seen or experienced.

Kurt swallowed. "And if I was?" he asked, propping up on his elbow.

"If you were," Blaine said, his voice still soft, "then maybe I could stare back. And maybe I could not feel guilty about the fact that I've been trying not to stare at you for the past month."

"Oh," Kurt said in a small stunned voice. "I - um. I need to catch Pav!"

Blaine blinked, trying to work out what he had done wrong. Kurt was already on his feet and moving slowly towards the bird who was staring at him, his head cocked slightly. For all intents and purposes, Kurt looked like the moment they had before hadn't happened, but then Blaine noticed the stiff way he was holding himself and the small deliberate movements and realized what was going on.

"Kurt. I'm not going to hurt you."

Kurt froze in the middle of the room, his back still to Blaine. "Well I should hope not," he quipped, his voice quivering slightly and betraying him.

Blaine sighed and stood. "I care about you, Kurt. I've always cared about you… but recently it's turned into something more, something that I think you feel too. And I know you're scared, I know you've been hurt and rejected many times before but I have no intention of doing that. I'd like to do the opposite of reject you, if you'd let me."

It took a few minutes of patient waiting but finally Kurt turned, his eyes suspiciously bright. "I - I'd like to try that."

Blaine smiled, stepping forward again slowly. "Don't be afraid of me, okay? I'd much rather hurt myself before hurting you. And if this doesn't work out, we can always be friends. That will never change."

Kurt nodded and Blaine watched most of his nerves disappear. "So what happens now?"

Blaine smiled. "Now I kiss you," he said before proceeding to do exactly that. The contact only lasted for a few seconds, Blaine pulling away when he realized Kurt wasn't responding, afraid he had crossed a line. "Kurt?" he said quietly, watching Kurt open his eyes slowly. "Was that - ?"

"Why did you stop?" Kurt asked.

Blaine paused. "Because you weren't kissing me back."

Kurt simply raised an eyebrow and leant in to kiss him, and this time there was no doubt that they were both equally involved in the kiss. It was just them and the silence of the room and - hold on.

Blaine broke the kiss regretfully, running a thumb across Kurt's cheek to show him that it wasn't his fault before turning towards where Pav had been before. "Kurt… where's Pav?"

"I don't know, he was - oh. Seriously?" Blaine turned to Kurt who was pointing behind him. Turning around, he couldn't help but laugh, Kurt joining in a second later. "How long did we spend chasing him?"

"I don't want to know." Blaine quickly and quietly slipped across the room, slamming the door shut on the cage where Pavarotti was sitting innocently as if he hadn't just tried for the escape of his lifetime.

Kurt joined him, staring down at the cage. "You are an awful bird," he said, taking on the slightly babyish tone he used whenever talking to the bird. "You're not getting out of there again, ever. I'll feed you through a tube if I have to."

"Maybe he realized that we weren't going to waste our time chasing him anymore." Kurt turned to Blaine, a silent question in his eyes, and Blaine smiled. "Maybe he realized that we have better things to be doing than trying to catch him."

"I like the way you think, Blaine Warbler." Kurt leaned in to kiss him quickly before pulling away at an afterthought. "Don't you fly away on me."

Blaine shook his head. "Never will."

Blaine Warbler, you are so corny.

And MusicalEscape requested the ending of Pav being back in his cage when the boys are finished having their 'moment' ;)

MusicalEscape:

Kurt: *stares at foraworldundeserving(Sarah)* "B****, I swear if you put me in there with Thad I will personally burn all of your clothes and then kidnap your computer."

Sarah: "Not the computer! Here..." *scribbles out Klaine ending*

Kurt: "Thanks. I'm off back to Kurtdom." *rides away on a llama*