AN: I'm baaaaack:D Psht, and ya'll thought I'd abandon this story for good. (I hope Christmas in August doesn't throw me off too much...)

Disclaimer: If I owned Glee I'd probably change the name to something like "The Kurt and Blaine Show Finchel Can Burn"

All I Want

"Kuuuuurt, please? Pretty pretty pretty please with cherries on top?"

Slamming his textbook shut because he's apparently not going to get any work done tonight, Kurt rolls his eyes and flops back on his bed. "Blaine, you do realize I have a life, right? I'm supposed to go shopping with Rachel on Friday. I can't just ditch her." There's a teasing note to his voice, but he really does have plans for Friday, and he can't just keep cutting off his other friends for Blaine.

No matter how much he might want to.

"Can't you go shopping with her on Saturday?"

"I have to help my dad in the shop on Saturday."

"What shop?"

"He's a mechanic. I help fix cars, and Finn won't be around so he's gonna need me."

Something crashes on the other side.

"Blaine? Did you just drop me?"

"What? Uh, no, I just…What about Sunday? Can't she wait 'til Sunday? I really want you to come see the Warblers preform, and next week we'll be on break so I can't – "

"Blaine, does this have anything to do with the whole Karofsky thing?"

Silence.

"Blaine?"

The other boy sighs heavily into the phone, and Kurt can almost imagine the way his shoulders are probably sagging, embarrassed at being caught. "Okay, yah, I just…I worry about you. You get hurt too much, and I feel like if you're with me…you'll be safe."

A lump forms in Kurt's throat.

Oh, what have you gotten yourself into?

"I can take care of myself, you know," he says, although it comes out as half-hearted and flat.

"No, no, I know! Kurt, I know. It's just…"

As bad a friend to Rachel as Kurt knows this is probably going to make him, Kurt can't deny that he'd rather spend his time with Blaine.

Blaine, in his school uniform. Singing and dancing. Dancing.

"I'll be there."

Needless to say, Blaine doesn't sleep a wink Thursday night.

He keeps tossing and turning, earning worried and frustrated glances from Sebastian that he chooses to ignore, too caught up in thoughts of tomorrow to want to talk to even his best friend.

Kurt's going to get to see him sing.

That thought alone is enough to drive him absolutely crazy with a mix of nerves and excitement.

What if he doesn't like the way I sing? Or dance? What if he thinks our numbers are cheesy and leaves before we even finish? What if he doesn't show up?

Deep down, Blaine knows these thoughts are pointless and stupid, given that he and Kurt are pretty good friends (good enough to ditch plans with other people), and the other boy would probably tell him up front what he thought before just ditching him and mocking him behind his back with all of his McKinley friends. Besides, Blaine knows he's good.

It's just, when it comes to Kurt, he can't help but want to impress the other boy.

It's silly and childish and it doesn't really make sense, but Blaine can't stand the thought of disappointing him.

Don't dwell on it, he tells himself. It's Kurt, idiot. You know he's gonna like you no matter what.

And that's true, isn't it? After everything they've been through, a simple song and dance- regardless of how good or bad it may be- probably won't be the thing that sends Kurt running for the hills.

Blaine practically stalked him back at the beginning of their friendship.

If Kurt didn't run then, then he won't run now.

Despite himself, a small smile curves at the corners of his mouth.

Was there anything he wouldn't have done just to get Kurt Hummel to see him?

No. No, I would have done anything. For him.

Kurt feels completely and utterly lost.

Dalton is a fucking huge campus, complete with dorms and separate Admin office. He makes straight for the main building, unsure if he needs to sign in or grab a visitor's pass like he would have had to do at McKinley, taking Blaine's not telling him to do so as a simple enough sign.

It's easy enough once he gets past the main entrance, moving with the sudden flow of students that seems to come out of nowhere. Blaine told him to follow the rush, which leads him down a staircase that spirals down to a hallway much too similar to the one he just came from.

Looking up reveals an artfully designed dome ceiling that he takes a moment to admire before steeling his sudden nerves and moving to head for what he's pretty sure is the chorus room.

"Hey, I haven't seen you around here before."

Kurt jumps when there's a sudden hand on his elbow, though he relaxes into the touch when he sees that it's Blaine, come to meet him at the end of the steps.

His heart, though, does jump a bit in his chest, though he's able to fight the feeling for sake of taking the last couple stairs. "Yah, well, maybe I'm just a spy come straight from the New Directions."

Blaine's eyes widen in mock horror. "What scandal."

Kurt laughs, feeling a weight slide from his shoulders that he hadn't even realized was there. Being away from Blaine, especially after that whole Karofsky incident, had apparently affected Kurt a lot more than he'd let himself consider. "Lucky for you, though, I'm just an innocent bystander. Here to watch a friend perform."

Kurt wishes he could capture Blaine's smile permanently, could capture it and hang it by his bed so that he'd have a happy thought to fall asleep to every night. And even if the nightmares came, which they inevitably would, Kurt would have an anchor to pull him from that terrible darkness.

"He's lucky to have a friend like you," Blaine says.

Before Kurt can really wrap his head around what the young Warbler just said, Blaine's grabbing his hand and tugging him down the hallway.

The chorus room is already pretty crowded by the time they make it there. Boys of all different shapes, sizes, nationalities and, if Kurt's gaydar is anything to brag about, sexuality are standing side-by-side, bumping fists and bouncing on their toes in anticipation for whatever impromptu performance Kurt is about to witness.

"Just stay here," Blaine whispers, letting go of Kurt's hand with one last squeeze before bounding towards the center of the room.

Though Kurt feels a little lost without him, he casts the room a quick glance before turning his attention fully on Blaine, who's smiling warmly at him.

The music starts up suddenly, though not from a recording or any instruments.

They're actually singing the parts an instrument would usually play.

Kurt recognizes the song almost instantly as Jingle Bells, although a bit more poppy and with Blaine's voice as the lead.

If Kurt were prone to rather girlish acts of impression, he'd be swooning.

Instead, he slams his jaw shut and sways along to the beat, watching with thinly veiled excitement as Blaine dances around the room, breaking away from the group to spin and twirl around a few of his fellow Dalton classmates. A part of him keeps wishing that Blaine would just grab his hands and pull him into the number, and he's only able to mask his disappointment with a quick reminder that he doesn't go here, and it's probably not best to bring any more attention to him than necessary if he doesn't want to get automatically pinned as a spy.

Still, he's not totally ignored, and even Blaine keeps making eye-contact. A few of the boys dancing around him nudge him in the ribs and throw him cocky but brilliant smiles.

Sebastian's there too, dancing around Blaine and moving in-sync with his Warbler friends, but he doesn't make any effort to acknowledge Kurt, so he returns the favor and focuses all of his attention on Blaine.

Jingle Bells blends seamlessly into Last Christmas, which then moves into a surprisingly humorous rendition of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.

By the end of it, Kurt's cheeks are rosy from laughing, and the boys around him are clapping him on the back and pointing at Blaine while he ends the last note after jumping very expertly on top of a couch sitting at the side of the room.

He bows dramatically, resulting in cheers and applause. Kurt can't even be jealous he's so proud of the other boy.

Blaine hops down and boys start to file out of the room, gathering up their blazers and school bags. Kurt nods at a few of them, biting his lip nervously and bouncing on his toes in anticipation while he watches Blaine high-five the rest of his glee club.

His stomach dips uncomfortably when Sebastian pulls him into a tight hug, noting in a hint of what he refuses to call jealously that it's a bit more than friendly.

He's shot a few strange looks as the Warblers start to leave the room, though they're always countered with quick – though slightly confused – smiles.

When Blaine finally comes back, there's a flush of pride and genuine happiness dusting his cheeks.

Much to Kurt's surprise, the other man pulls him into a quick hug, squeezing him tight. It ends too quickly, but Kurt doesn't let himself think about it.

He sets a hand on Blaine's shoulder and smiles, laughing when the other boy very eagerly asks "Did you like it?"

"Not what I was expecting," Kurt says, scrunching his face in faux distaste.

Blaine's face falls into a pout, stealing the red from his cheeks and turning him into a decidedly less cheery person. "Oh…"

Despite himself, Kurt giggles and drops his hand, unable to hold it for very much longer. "Seriously, Blaine? I was only kidding. You did fantastic."

The warmth is back instantly, and Kurt thinks Blaine's emotions could give him whiplash if he's not careful. He shoves playfully at Kurt's shoulder. "I knew you were joking, obviously. Nobody could think my singing was bad."

Kurt rolls his eyes, but there's a grin pulling at his cheeks. "Oh, I'm so sure."

"It's true! I've been told my voice could lure even the strongest of sailors from their ships straight into the salty depths of the ocean."

"Oh, so you're a mermaid now?" Kurt scoffs.

Blaine's laugh is musical, light and floating, and Kurt can barely believe the circumstances they met under. If he thinks about it too hard, that night seems more like a dream that his reality.

It's almost like they were always here.

Like they were always friends.

Like Kurt was always kind of falling head-over-heels.

"Hey, are you ticklish?"

Kurt blinks. "What does that – "

Before he can finish, Blaine is surging forward and prodding mercilessly at his sides. He lets out a high-pitched squeal and tries to pull away, only to have Blaine pull him closer.

He stumbles back, hitting the back of the couch while he tries to stifle his giggles with the palm of the hand that isn't trying to fight Blaine off. "No, n-no! Get-get off…me! Blaine!"

He falls back with a squeak, landing hard on the couch while Blaine continues to attack his ribcage with jumper cables.

It's completely on accident that Blaine ends up crawling into Kurt's lap, chuckling so hard that his sides hurt from the force of it. Kurt keeps trying to fight him off, but it's useless.

He's too good.

"S-stop! Blaine!"

For a moment, Blaine pulls away, casting Kurt a quick and apologetic glance. "Why, are you ticklish?"

Not giving him a chance to catch his breath, Blaine brings his hands back to Kurt's sides. He thinks inexplicably of all the times he and Sebastian were in similar situations, but Kurt's body beneath his palms feels different.

Better, a tiny voice in his head supplies. Being with Kurt is better.

It's this thought that has him pulling away for good, slowly uncurling his fingers from around Kurt's ribs and leaning back. He knows he should probably move, being that this position suddenly seems about a thousand times too intimate, but he can't, won't.

He needs a second, just a second, to look at Kurt this close.

His cheeks are still red from laughing, and his chest is heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes are closed and his head is tipped back, revealing a long, thin neck that Blaine suddenly very badly wants to kiss. He imagines how well his lips would fit right at the dip of the taller boy's collarbone, how pretty Kurt's skin would look plastered in hickeys (it's not a sight he's ever seen for himself, though the picture he's conjuring in his head is sure one he'd like to see).

Blaine's breath hitches in his throat.

Kurt's lips are red and swollen from biting them to keep from laughing too loud, and it's now that Blaine realizes they're all alone. The rest of the Warblers must have left, Sebastian included.

Blaine licks his lips, wondering suddenly (and maybe not for the first time, though he'll never admit it to anyone but himself) what Kurt's mouth would taste like. Would he taste of coffee – cinnamon and mocha? Would he taste of mint? Or berries? Would he gasp as Blaine sealed their mouths together, or would he be expecting it? Would he whine and curl his fingers in Blaine's hair, or would he growl possessively and claim Blaine's mouth with his tongue?

Blaine's heart feels too big for his chest.

When Kurt opens his eyes, it's like seeing the world at a completely different angle.

He smiles a bit confusedly, not even bothering to tip his head forward. "Blaine?"

The world stops.

How easy would it be, just to dip his head forward and…

"Blaine, you okay?"

And it moves again.

Shaking his head, Blaine laughs a little and pulls back, smoothing the folds from his blazer and standing up a little bit straighter than usual.

"Y-yah. Just a little tired from the number, I guess." He smiles sheepishly and holds his hand out for Kurt to take.

Shooting him a worried glance but not voicing his concern, Kurt takes the offered hand and lets Blaine help him up.

"So, how about a tour? It's a Friday, so most of the teachers are gone, and if we get caught I can always say you're new." Blaine winks and starts walking towards the exit.

Kurt casts the room one last glance before smiling and skipping to catch up. "We are such rebels."

From the very little Kurt has seen, he can tell that Dalton's a pretty fancy ass school.

Surely nothing his family could ever afford.

Every classroom is complete with two desks for every teacher, one in the front and one in the back, both with computers. Unlike most of the classrooms at McKinley, the students sit at separate desks, with a large enough surface to sleep on if one was so inclined. Every room has a smart board, something that Kurt has never seen and wishes the doors were unlocked so as to get a closer look.

Blaine excitedly tells him about all of this, going into great detail about how every teacher is either incredibly strict or incredibly care-free. He gushes almost endlessly about his history teacher, Mrs. Sampson, going on and on about her serious lack of homework and how effortless her tests were.

He talks a lot about his other classes too, confessing with a blush how hard it is to actually get him to study and get good grades, despite his straight A's and perfect attendance. He admits that, if it weren't for his father's constant pushing and Sebastian's tendency to involve him in all-night study sessions, he'd probably be failing.

Usually, Kurt hates hearing about people's lives, with the exception of Mercedes, Brittany, and (only on occasion) Rachel. It bores him.

But with Blaine, he wants to hear more.

He wishes the young Warbler wouldn't ask for his thoughts, because he wants to know all about what Blaine has to think.

Blaine, who is a Senior just like him, who sings for a living and writes songs on the side (and he promises to maybe let Kurt read them someday), who longs to be on Broadway but would be just fine singing his own songs in the corner of some nondescript coffee shop. Blaine, who is almost always bright-eyed and eager, who doesn't give a damn about labels or what people have to think about him.

Blaine, who Kurt can't help but to long for.

If he could, he'd close the mere inches between them and intertwine their fingers.

But he can't, so he doesn't.

Their last stop, after sneaking past janitors and a few late-night teachers, is the Warbler's library, a cozy little room complete with fireplace and a constantly looping Christmas soundtrack. Files of music and stacks of CD's are organized carefully and by color on shelves meant to hold books. A perfectly pristine piano sits in the corner, looking well-worn but still spectacularly new.

There are two couches in the middle of the room, faced towards each other and a coffee table with a gavel sitting atop it. A radio sits in the corner, turned on low and humming something about snowflakes.

"Charming," Kurt coos, unable to keep the jealousy out of his voice. McKinley doesn't even have an organized place to keep all of its music; Mr. Schue has to keep it all at his house. "Damn, it even has a fireplace."

"If only there was a fire burning," Blaine says, humor tickling his voice. "Then you'd really be living the Dalton experience."

For no reason at all, a lump forms in Kurt's throat.

A school like this…

Well, he only wishes he could stay at a school like this. It'd be a chance to escape the torment and the ignorance, as well as an opportunity to put himself out there a little bit more than he's ever allowed at McKinley.

Blaine settles a hand on his shoulder, and the touch is so familiar at this point that when Kurt looks up, it's not with shock, but with appreciation.

He thinks he's finally found someone who understands.

"Hey," Blaine says suddenly, eyes widening in excitement. "You know this song, right?"

Kurt turns to face the sound, smiling as the notes float in the air. "Yah, I…"

"Let's sing it!"

"What, no, Blaine…"

"Come on! For me, please?"

Rolling his eyes, Kurt sighs and moves to lean against one of the couches. "I really can't stay…"

They move fluidly, each taking their own lines and putting whatever spin on it they feel works. The voices of the actual singers fade beneath their own, loud and entranced as they are.

Blaine's voice had been incredible before, but there's something about being this close to it, something about letting it melt through his bones and fade into his blood.

They dance around each other, Kurt playing the role of hard-to-get while Blaine keeps on trying to get closer, and Kurt finds himself getting lost in the thrill of it. Every time Blaine reaches out to brush his shoulder or tap his nose, he pulls away with a smirk and a note, unable to help himself from flirting.

He's never had this before, at least not with the action actually being reciprocated, and by another gay man, at that.

It's nice, and Kurt finds himself wishing it would never end.

But it does, and as their voices fade on the last note, they both fall back on one of the couches, laughing hard enough to be sore by the end of it.

They sit there for a moment, absorbing the moment and sneaking glances at each other whenever they can. Kurt thinks Blaine looks handsome at this angle; Blaine thinks Kurt is probably the prettiest person-man or otherwise- he's ever seen.

"Tell me about that no bullying policy," Kurt says suddenly, standing up and moving to examine the multiple CD's stacked one on top of the other on one of the shelves. "I mean, you mentioned it earlier, but I want to know more." He shrugs even though he's not looking at Blaine. "Just to know what it's like."

He doesn't see the way Blaine's eyes soften in understanding and a little pain. He doesn't see Blaine stand up and start walking towards him.

"Well, there's not much to explain, really," he starts. He walks up behind Kurt and stares at the same shelf, fighting the urge just to reach out and touch. "Anybody says or does anything that could be considered offensive, and they're either expelled or sent to after-school hours classes. If it ever gets physical, whoever was involved gets kicked out for good. And if somebody was hurt, they're given time off to deal with it, and they get a counselor if they need it. Not that it ever happens, but the rule is still in place."

"So…nobody really ever gets hurt around here?"

Blaine takes a step closer and turns his attention to the other boy. "Nobody deserves to get hurt, Kurt. What that Karofsky kid did to you…"

"I don't want to talk about it," Kurt says softly. "Not here, not now." When he turns to look at Blaine, his eyes are watery. "I don't want to ruin it."

Blaine doesn't even think to ask "ruin what?", just pulls Kurt into his arms and squeezes tight while he sobs quietly in his arms.

It's not fair, what the world has done to them. Especially not to Kurt, who keeps too damned quiet about these things for his own good. Blaine wishes more than anything that he could take Kurt's pain away – that he could redirect it towards Karofsky and everyone like him.

It may not be just, but it would sure as hell make him feel a lot better.

"Shh, it's okay," Blaine soothes. "One day, Kurt, we're going to get as far away from McKinley as we can, okay? We're going to get on a train and we're just going to go, and we're never going to look back."

He knows it's probably selfish and naïve, to be speaking about them as a 'we' when, after graduation, there's always the possibility that they'll never see each other again, but he can hope. He can hope and he can dream, and he can hold Kurt just like this and he can share those hopes.

Kurt sniffles and buries his head in Blaine's neck. "Y-you think so?"

"Kurt, I know so."

They stand like that for a few moments before Blaine pulls back and offers Kurt a tentative smile. It's returned, though it doesn't quite reach the other boy's eyes.

"Hey," Blaine says, tilting Kurt's chin with his finger. "Dance with me? I love this song."

Kurt snorts and slips his arms around Blaine's waist, moving like they've done it a hundred times before – like it's the most natural thing in the world. Blaine smiles and wraps his own around Kurt's shoulders, loving how well they fit.

The song is a slower version than the one he's used to, so they shuffle unhurriedly across the floor, barely even moving. It's enough to get Kurt to stop crying, at least.

Moving almost on instinct, Blaine presses a kiss to Kurt's temple, blushing at the action but too focused on it being the right thing to pull back and apologize for it. Kurt doesn't stumble back or squeal in shock, just rests his head on Blaine's shoulder with a sigh, so he takes it as a pretty good sign.

"You're a great person, Kurt," Blaine whispers. "And I can honestly tell you that I'm one of the luckiest guys alive just for knowing you."

Kurt smiles, clinging to Blaine a little tighter than probably necessary. "You're such a sap, Blaine Anderson."

"Hey, I've been told it's a good quality. An attractive quality."

Kurt giggles, not even thinking when he says "Yah, well, whoever told you that was pretty damn accurate."

I just want you for my own, More than you could ever know, Make my wish come true, All I want for Christmas, Is you

AN: Okay so excuses time!:P

Last school year was really busy (and this one is going to be even worse UGHlakdsjf), and the first few weeks of summer weren't much better! My goal right now is to finish as many fics as I can before Glee comes back, including this one, so, you know, never fear I'll actually be a productive writer and update this shit;)

I really do like this story, so if I start to slip, just give me a good kick in the butt, okay?

Look out for weekly updates and, until September 13th, let's keep our heads up (and try not to get too caught up in all the spoilers and speculations about our babies Kurt and Blaine okay?).

Reviews are indeed welcome:D

(P.S. sorry if this was rushed I just reallyreally wanted to get it out and also super super sorry for any typos i was typing like a madman whaahaa)