As the music faded away and the DJ's voice came back through the speakers, the two boys leaned in close again, Blaine's finger falling away from Kurt's lips. In unison, they said, "I have something to tell you."
"Um, you first," Blaine said. He leaned back just a bit and slurped down the last of his Mai Tai.
"Alright! Who wants to hear a little Paul McCartney?" the DJ asked. The crowd responded enthusiastically, cheering and clapping. "Excellent," he said. "Well, I'm so Happy With You here tonight!" Then, the sounds of a guitar were filling the room.
"So…" Kurt said slowly, not sure how to say what he was thinking. He decided there was nothing to do besides just come out and say it. "I've been feeling this...connection to you, this feeling that we were supposed to meet and, well, get together."
Blaine nodded but didn't say anything.
"Every time you touch me, it feels like I'm on fire, like there's electricity running through me. It's..I've never felt anything like this before."
Blaine nodded again.
"'Cause I'm happy with you
I got lots of good things to do, oh yeah"
Embarrassed, Kurt looked away from Blaine's gaze, fiddling with the straw in his cup. "I-I've been watching you, staring at you, really, ever since you came in here tonight. I saw you and your date over by the door," he gestured, "and well, I thought you were the most beautiful man I'd ever seen." Kurt swallowed hard, peeking at Blaine to see how he was reacting to this news. There didn't seem to be much of a change. Blaine was just watching him, interested. "So, I watched you dance and flirt over there on the dance floor. I-Maybe I'm reading things wrong, but you don't seem like you're really...your date isn't special to you." That was really lame, Hummel. You sound dumb. Pull yourself together.
Blaine leaned over, taking Kurt's drink and setting it down on the counter beside his own. Then, he got right in Kurt's ear and said, "He means nothing."
Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear that," he replied. He looked into Blaine's eyes, relieved to see no judgment in them. The other boy seemed to be taking everything in stride, listening intently as Kurt spoke. This gave Kurt the strength to push on and finish what he wanted to say.
"Like, hear the high clear robin sing
Walk a bluebell carpet
Watch the children playing games
Catch a moon and drop it"
"I don't-I don't really believe in soulmates," Kurt stuttered, absently playing with his fingers as he looked for the right words to say. "At least, I didn't when I came to the bar tonight. But, after staring at you all evening, dancing with you, singing with you, touching you, I think that...I might be changing my mind." He swallowed again, looking down. "I feel like there is something happening between us, something like Fate, maybe, that is pushing us to be together. I feel like we're meant to experience more than just tonight with each other, and-I know this sounds crazy. I'm sorry. I hope I'm not scaring you. I just wa-"
Blaine put a finger back over Kurt's lips, stopping him from speaking. "You're not scaring me. I feel it, too."
Kurt released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and he took Blaine's hand from his face into his own, squeezing it tightly. "You do?"
Nodding again, Blaine continued, "I've felt it from the moment I looked at you. That's why I picked you to dance with. I could feel that there was something between us, and I had to know what it was."
"'Cause I'm happy with you
I got lots of good things to do, oh yeah"
"Anyone that knows me," Blaine went on, "will tell you that I'm not in the habit of taking strangers' hands. Well," he shook his head, grinning down at their clasped hands for a moment, "that's not entirely true. Most of them would probably tell you that I am definitely in the habit of taking strangers' hands. But, it's different with you, and they wouldn't understand that. They know me as a flirt, which is true, but that's not how things are with you." He shook his head. "I don't really know how to explain this."
"It's okay," Kurt reassured him, squeezing his hand. "I believe you."
Blaine smiled at him before continuing. "When I saw you sitting at the bar tonight, I felt like there was a-a string or something tied between the two of us that was pulling at me to get closer to you. And when you finally made it to the dance floor, I felt like I had to keep you close and not lose track of you. I didn't want anyone to come between us, not Elliot, not your date, nothing. And then, things just kept happening. I felt so safe when I danced with you like that, my head on your shoulder. Your voice made me want you to never stop singing. And that last song was, well, it was like you were trying to tell me something."
"I was," Kurt whispered. "I was."
"I don't-didn't believe in soulmates either," Blaine went on, leaning in just a little closer so he didn't have to talk so loudly. "I thought they were just something that really lucky people found, and I'm not really lucky. But now, I feel like...maybe...you could be mine?" He wanted to say more, but when he opened his mouth, no words came out. All he could do was stare directly into Kurt's eyes, lost in their beauty.
"'Cause I'm happy with you
I got lots of good things to do, ooh yeah
Mmm, happy with you
I'm happy with you
Happy with you"
The boys stared at each other as Paul McCartney sang the last few lines of Happy With You. Neither one of them could look away, captivated by each other and the overwhelming emotions of the moments they had just shared. As they stared, they leaned in closer, marginally closer, until their lips were so close they were almost touching. They could each imagine what it would feel like to kiss one another, to feel the other's lips pressed against their own.
"Alright," Artie called into the crowd. "Are you having a good time?"
Kurt's eyes fluttered closed, and he sucked in a deep breath, ready to find out if Blaine was his soulmate. But, at that moment, someone bumped into the back of Blaine's chair, and Kurt found himself with a lap full of Blaine, the moment gone.