So due to a lovely conversation between a few of us on Tumblr, it's been decided that Kiss will have an epilogue. I won't say what it's going to be for those who didn't see it but just letting you all know that there will be one extra day of this story and one chapter to sort of tie it all together.

According to Kevin, tomorrow's episode is the best of the season. I am skeptical from the promos I've seen and the summary on our channels at the moment but I haven't heard spoilers and don't want any for anything so who knows? Kevin does.

From Mispent Youth: During Funeral, Blaine watches and supports Kurt during his routine of 'Some People' and is also angry at Jesse's opinions (I would have loved even one line spoken between Jesse and Blaine in PQ) and again, you can finish it from there

TGTDOSBDK.

Angela thinks I should have had Blaine be a lot more angry but this is Blainers. Apart from shoving Karofsky, he's kind of the nicest person alive.

Gypsy

"Just slip in the door at the back behind Jesse and Mr. Schuester, okay?"

Kurt was bouncing on the balls of his feet as Santana belted out Back To Black. Blaine nodded, laughing a little at his boyfriend's eagerness. "Okay. Good luck, Kurt."

"I don't need luck, I'm fabulous."

Blaine laughed again. "That you are," he agreed. Santana's song came to an end and Kurt squeaked, turning to run through the backstage door. Blaine smiled after him for a minute before slipping through the door, just in time to see Santana stalk off stage.

And then Kurt appeared, doing his adorable walk to centre stage and placing a hand on his hip. His face was glowing with excitement, and Blaine couldn't stop himself from smiling as he sank into a seat in the back row. Kurt shot him a quick glance before turning his attention back to the two men sitting behind the desk. "Hello, I'm Kurt Hummel, and I'll be singing Some People by Gypsy."

Blaine resisted the urge to clap. He knew it was stupid as the performance hadn't even started yet, but Kurt had kept his song choice a firmly guarded secret. And now that he knew what it was, he strongly approved. That's perfect for his voice.

Apparently he wasn't the only one. "Ah, great selection Kurt. Hit it!"

Blaine knew Jesse was the one to watch - he had heard the last of Jesse's remarks to Santana and knew from hearsay what this boy was like - but was confident that Kurt would remove all traces of doubt from anybody's minds.

And oh boy did he nail that performance. Blaine felt his jaw drop on more than one occasion, when Kurt hit a particularly gorgeous note or shook his hips in just the right way that reduced Blaine to an incoherent puddle of goo. He was thankful he'd have a few minutes to recover after the performance before talking to his boyfriend so hopefully he'd be able to say something other than, "um... ah... hot."

"Well they can stay and rot!"

Blaine shivered as Kurt turned and strode to the back of the stage, tossing his head as he walked. He knew his boyfriend was grinning, probably about as wide as Blaine was right now. He also knew what was coming next and had to stop himself from leaping out of his seat as Kurt turned and darted down the middle of the stage.

"But not Rose!"

Skidding to his knees, Kurt threw a hand in the air and fell backwards on the stage. Will Schuester began to clap and Blaine held both armrests as to not do the same. Technically he wasn't meant to be in here, so as much as he wanted to congratulate Kurt he knew he would have to do so in private later.

And then Jesse St. James opened his mouth and became Public Enemy #1.

"Kurt. You do know that song was meant to be sung by a woman, right?"

Oh... no, he didn't!

"Yes, I'm aware." Kurt stood, still smiling, but it had taken a bitter edge to it that Blaine knew so well. His boyfriend was pissed. "And the Glee club sort of dealt with that whole 'boys singing songs that are meant for girls.' It's kind of old news."

Jesse nodded. "Then you must know that that song was done to great fanfare by such Broadway legends as Merman, Luppone, Bernadette..." Kurt simply gave his best bitch, please look and Blaine had to fight back a laugh. Really? Like Kurt wouldn't know that already? "Those are some awfully big heels to fill, and I'm just not quite sure that you nailed it."

That was it. Blaine was on his feet, making his way down the seats. As Kurt turned to walk away, giving Jesse The Look (Blaine decided that Kurt really needed to patent that thing) he spoke. "No, don't you leave, Kurt."

The two behind the desk turned to stare at him, but Blaine watched Kurt turn around, looking confused. Trust me, he mouthed to his boyfriend before facing the desk. Will recognized him of course and was almost looking relieved he was here. Jesse's expression was of confusion and Blaine figured it was one he commonly wore. "I'm sorry, who are you? I feel like I should know you from somewhere."

"Blaine Anderson. Lead soloist of Dalton Academy Warblers and Kurt's boyfriend." Blaine continued down the stairs until he reached the stage, standing next to Kurt. "And I'll tell you one thing: if Kurt came back to Dalton and sang that number, we'd be giving him a solo on the spot."

"As an a cappella band, I don't think Broadway show tunes would work too well for -"

"We'd make it work," Blaine cut in, staring down the boy, "because talent like that deserves to be rewarded. I'm talking to you soloist to soloist here - up until our duet at Regionals, I've never had to share the stage. But I gladly did so, because Kurt has the talent for it."

Out of the corner of his eye, Blaine could see Kurt staring at him, his face alight. Jesse, on the other hand, was staring at him like he had just announced his retirement from singing. "Yes, and that's why you lost at Regionals, and why Kurt realized he should come back here. Frankly, I think he should accept what he's going to get - a position supporting the lead soloist."

"Now hold on, Jesse." Will raised a hand, leaning over the table. "We haven't made a decision, there's still two more people to sing and Kurt's a strong contender. And I'm going to have to ask you to keep the condescension to a minimum, otherwise I'll make this decision myself."

As Jesse looked at him, Blaine raised an eyebrow and smirked. "My apologies for interrupting," he said politely to Will. "I just couldn't resist watching my boyfriend's performance."

Will nodded. "Make sure you get back to your own school before you get in trouble. Good to see you again, Blaine."

"You too." Blaine nodded to the man, completely ignoring Jesse who was gaping next to him. The next thing he knew, Kurt was pulling him off the stage and into the wings. "Kurt, are you -?"

A pair of lips enveloped his as Kurt pushed him back into the wall gently. After the initial shock wore off, Blaine was kissing back, his arms finding their way around Kurt's waist and tugging him in closer. After a few seconds of pure bliss, Blaine broke the connection to murmur in Kurt's ear, "So, I guess that was a good thing?"

"You stood up for me and put Jesse in his place," Kurt gasped out before kissing him again. "And it was hot."

Blaine raised an eyebrow, pulling away again as much as it killed him to do so. "As was your performance. But should we really be doing this backstage where anybody could come in and see us?"

Kurt sighed as Blaine's arms untangled from his waist. "I know, I know," he muttered, taking Blaine's hand again and leading him out the door. Not a moment too soon, as Mercedes was making her way down the hall towards the door.

"Kurt... Blaine?"

"Mercedes." Blaine nodded politely. "Good luck with your performance. Kurt and I are off to make out in my car now."

Blaine pulled a spluttering Kurt past Mercedes and down the hall. Looking back, he saw Mercedes still standing in the hall and dragged him out the main door. "Blaine, what was that?" Kurt demanded, pulling away and putting his hands on his hips.

Blaine smirked. "Just psyching out your competition. You're welcome."

Kurt stared at Blaine for a few more seconds, then all but leaped at him to convey his gratitude.

MusicalEscape:

"They make fireworks, Kurt." *kliss*

*somewhere in McKinley* "I feel the incessant urge to sing Firework!" *starts singing*

*somewhere in Dalton* "I have the sudden urge to study chemistry!"

*stares* "JEFF! PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVEN'T GONE INSANE! ...or maybe it's sane. ...I feel the need to check my bets on the Klaine kissing pool. My Klaine senses are tingling."