Bonus Chapter/Epilogue - We Belong Together

Prom was perfect he decided, walking quietly though the carpeted corridors to his room. Absolutely wonderful.

Charlie and Hope had been crowned Prom King and Queen (the baseball/Fire alarm incident had become the stuff of legend in not only Windsor, but had managed to spread to the whole of Dalton and even Dobry) whilst David and Katherine, to both their surprise, were Prom Prince and Princess. When Charlie had taken the sparkling tiara from Dean Ramsey's manicured fingers with a cheeky wink and a grin and placed it upon the blonde girl's head she had beamed up at him, glowing with happiness before flushing prettily when the athletic gardener darted down to peck a swift kiss on her rosy cheek. Whilst the angelic, golden-haired couple did little more than sway on the spot for their first dance, the newly crowned Prince and Princess swept around the room in graceful twirls and arcs and flawless footwork, leaving the spectators speechless.

It was as beautiful as their First Dance had been a few weeks before, and the couple were actually wearing the clothes they wore for the wedding. David beamed in his top hat (after the 10/6 note which had superglued to the outside rim was forcefully removed and the Tweedles successfully chased, captured and punished, David decided that he wouldn't tempt them again that night and left the hat at a jaunty on the bust of Herman Dalton in the adjacent corridor) and tails as he spun his new wife around the dance floor, looking ethereal in white. It was a joint, unspoken decision that they would both be wearing the tuxedo and dress worn they were married in. Katherine had remarked how much she adored the dress Kurt, Reed and the girls had found her (vintage couture, of course, and knee-length with a hint of lace and a scattering of sequins and beads like stars sprinkled among the folds of the skirt) and with a hint of regret how sad it was that she would unlikely be wearing it again. The corsage David had presented her with was a simple white rose, picked from the centre of her bouquet and David simply rewore his boutonnière. The flowers had been preserved by Charlie and Mr. Tamerlane to be re-used for their Prom as an additional wedding gift to the happy couple.

I couldn't be happier; the boy decided as he passed a window in the corridor, glancing at his happy expression caught in the reflection. Reaching out his hand to twist the handle to his bedroom, the boy paused and instead turned around to open the door on the opposite side of the corridor.

"Knock, knock." he called out quietly, slipping inside.

Black shoes, polished and shiny in the moonlight stopped in front of the wooden door. The tie hung lose around the boy's neck and stood out conspicuously against the crisp white shirt. Fingers brushed against the petals of the flower pinned to his suit jacket, raised it to his nosed and sniffed, breathing in the flora's natural perfume before replacing the bloom and reaching into his front trouser pocket to retrieve his room key. As the key turned in the lock with a click, the boy inside the room sat up a little straighter and turned to face the door.

When Blaine laid eyes on Kurt, sat waiting in his room he was instantly transported back to the beginning of the evening.

Blaine was getting nervous, fiddling and fussing and fretting as Wes, David, Dwight and the Tweedles watched grinning from the doorway and wondering where Shane had disappeared to. Eventually they took pity on him and Dwight ran to get Reed to sort him out. The boy was a positively terrifying miniature whirlwind of strawberry-blond curls and small fingers. After slapping Blaine's hands away for the fifth time and with a final tug of the lapels, adjustment of the tie and swipe of a lint roller across Blaine's shoulders, Reed proclaimed him perfect and ready to go. With a not-so-secretly-spying crew peeking around the corner of Blaine's room behind him to watch, Blaine knocked on Kurt's door and waited, eyes cast down to glare at his reflection in his shoes and palms beginning to sweat, fumbling on the cardboard box containing the boutonnière, for his boyfriend to open the door.

A long wolf whistle from directly in front of him instead of behind brought his attention back to the matter at hand and looked up to see Kurt leaning against the doorway, arms crossed slowly raking his eyes up and down Blaine's suited form. "Well hel-lo handsome." And he smirked.

Blaine simply stared back. Kurt looked incredible. It was like seeing him for the first time all over again, stopping Blaine in his tracks. His hair was thick and lustrous as usual but there was an extra oomph to it which gave it added volume. His skin looked even paler and completely flawless under the lights and he'd done something to his eyes that made them look even bigger and bluer.

"Hi." Blaine replied eventually, grinning widely when their eyes met. "You look ... wow!" Kurt was always complaining about how badly-fitted the awful polyester blend Dalton uniform was and how it didn't count as formalwear so many times and as Blaine had so far been unsuccessful in sneaking a peek at the photos from Burt's wedding so he had never actually seen Kurt 'dressed up' more than usual. What he did know, however, was that he liked it. He liked it a lot.

"You look pretty 'wow' yourself." Kurt pushed himself forwards, stepping out of his room and shut the door behind him. "Are you ready to go?"

"I can't wait." Blaine replied, barely concentrating on the words and instead of focussing on how incredible Kurt looked. "I just need to give you this." and he brought his arm from behind his back and presented Kurt with a small box. The onlookers looked confused as to its rather untidy appearance, newspaper-wrapped and not particularly Kurt's high-maintenance style, but Kurt appeared to melt a little when they saw it and they figured it was just another Kurt and Blaine thing, like coffee and RENT and bow-ties.

So when Kurt simply smiled, ducked his head and pulled out a similarly wrapped box from his pocket and swapped with his boyfriend, the others were confused. Blaine however smiled brightly as they both lifted the lids to reveal identical carnations settled among the folded tissue. Blaine gently removed the boutonnière and placed the box on the table in the hallway beside him, pinning the flower to his boyfriend's suit jacket, giving the petals a final stroke before removing his hand. Kurt, his face slightly pink from excitement, anticipation or merely Blaine's close proximity repeated the gesture motions before gently taking Blaine's hand in his and lightly tugging him towards the corridor.

"Come on," he murmured. "We've a Prom to go to and I have a handsome man to dance with who needs to show me off to all his soon-to-be-jealous friends."

When Blaine opened the door to his room, he was a little surprised to see Kurt sitting on his bed, waiting for him. Prom had finished with a BANG and when the last gold and silver streamer had fallen from the (tastefully) decorated ceiling, the last note had echoed through the room and the bright, colourful lights flashed across their faces for the last time, Blaine had tugged Kurt that little bit closer and, breathing fast and hard into the shell of his ear, murmured 'meet me in my room when you're done' before fiercely pressing his lips to Kurt's and disappearing into the crowd.

As Blaine had predicted, when Prom was over, the lights came back on and the teenagers began to make their way to the exit Kurt had stopped to chat the others. He congratulated the newly corronated couples (adding that he wouldn't have it any other way and it they were just perfect), praised the other students who were members of the Prom committee on putting together such a fabulous event as well as a few instructional reminders to those involved with the clean-up of the room before heading back up to the dormitories. Blaine had expected Kurt to be a little longer (or at least expected his friends to sufficiently distract his boyfriend a little longer) but was pleasantly surprised to discover his boyfriend waiting for him, reminding Blaine of their first night in New York together after Christmas.

Leaving his bedroom door open to the corridor, Blaine smiled as he walked over to Kurt and placed his palms flat on Kurt's shoulders. Then with careful movements he slowly brought his hands down in a gentle caress, fingertips into the crease of an elbow and brushing over the fine hairs peeking out from the shirt cuff as he reached Kurt's wrists before turning the hands over and brushing a kiss over the inside where the veins and pulse danced below the surface of the skin.

Fingers now intertwined, he looked up to see Kurt's eyes shining as he mouthed I love you. Blaine smiled and his lips spoke the works I love you too back to Kurt and gave his fingers a gentle squeeze.

"I have a surprise for you, Kurt. Something to show you, actually. I hope you like it." Pausing to pick up Kurt's suit jacked and holding it up so that Kurt could slip it back on, the two boys left the room, halting temporarily to shut the door and darkness returned to the room.

"Do I get any hints?" Kurt asked, once more scrunching up his face to see if he could shift the white scarf tied over his eyes and take a peek at his surroundings.

"No." Blaine laughed. "But if you keep doing that you're going to get premature wrinkles. I've seen you trying to peep." Even blindfolded Kurt somehow managed to glare at Blaine. He chuckled again, spun Kurt around and kept on walking.

"Urgh, you're going to make me seasick." The brunette muttered, trying desperately to work out where they were or what direction they were headed in. Blaine had been directing Kurt around for the best part of twenty minutes now, spinning him and going outside the back inside, up stairs and down them again until he had no idea which steps were to take them to their destination and which where to throw him off the scent. Either way, it had worked and Kurt was spectacularly lost. "You're always saying how much you like my eyes, if I didn't have this stupid blindfold on we'd both be happy. I could see and you can stare away like the romantic creep you are, it's a win-win situation for everyone!"

They stopped and Kurt felt Blaine's fingertips ghosting over the shell of one ear and reach towards the scarf knot at the back of his head. A puff of warm air against his cheek meant that Blaine's face was very close by and his nose skimmed towards the joint in Kurt's jaw as he hummed. "Hmmmmm. No." And his fingers disappeared from Kurt's hair as the hand's returned to their previous position; his left was pressing gently in the small of Kurt's back to guide him and one clutching Kurt's right hand to steer and comfort.

When Blaine finally reached his intended destination he stopped and carefully turned Kurt around to face him. "You can open your eyes but only when I tell you." He said as the scarf slipped from Kurt's face and he handed it to the waiting Drew and Satoru, who in turn handed him a small, rectangular object and disappeared through the open door through which Kurt and Blaine had just entered, closing it softly behind them.

Sweeping his eyes over the setup to ensure everything was as it should be, Blaine murmured "Open" and gently pressed his fingertips to the soft, fragile skin of Kurt's eyelids, which opened, parting at his touch.

Kurt's eyes finally opened to see his boyfriend's handsome face smiling back at him. Noting the nervousness hidden in the lead signer's expression he reached up a hand to stroke Blaine's cheek. "Blaine, what's wro- oh!"

The two of them were stood at the foot of Dalton's grand staircase. Small flickering candles were lined up against the outer wall and sat in little puddles of light on each marble step. Large, tiered candelabras sat flickering on the old-fashioned antique tables and the centre of the room was bathed in bright, white moonlight which streamed in through the spectacular glass dome in the ceiling.

"Oh, Blaine." Kurt whispered, eyes tracing the room and all the little details. "Oh, it's beautiful."

"Now you know why I had to disappear on you so quickly." Blaine muttered as he placed small butterfly kisses along the underside of Kurt's jaw. "I had to set this up and besides," Blaine smiled against a point in Kurt's neck which he knew made Kurt speechless, "two hundred candles won't light themselves you know. And then I had to get Drew and Satoru to stay and keep an eye on them whilst I went to fetch you. You know, make sure the candles didn't go out or set the place on fire or something."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "And you came to the conclusion that Drew and Satoru would be the best choice? The two who are responsible for most of the explosions in Dalton you left to, quite literally, play with fire?"

"Um, yes. But only because everyone else I used to distract you and let you boss around." Blaine finished, nuzzling now against Kurt's collar.

"You are hopeless Blaine Anderson." Kurt replied. "But I love it." He paused, letting his eyes sweep around the room once more. "It is very beautiful. And very romantic."

Soft music filtered through the quiet night from a boom box hidden in the shadow of one of the candle-strewn antique tables. Kurt smiled as he recognised it as the same boombox which Blaine had used to sing to Kurt to ask him to the prom as well as when he and Blaine had sung Baby, It's Cold Outside to locked inside Blaine's room before they parted for Christmas as their 'friends' waited with baited breath and ears pressed to the wood of the door to see what would happen.

"Before you get carried away there's something I need to ask you." Blaine said, moving to stand a couple of steps below Kurt, the sound of his shoes on the marble ringing out across the room. He pivoted and faced Kurt, mouth stretched wide and teeth flashing as he smiled. "Excuse me, um, hi. Can I ask you a question? I'm, I'm new at this."

Kurt at first looked curiously down at Blaine as he began to wonder if Blaine had finally cracked and submitted to the Tweedle's madness. But then he remembered one mild November day last year where, after much persuasion and talking to himself in the Navigator's rear-view mirror, he had stepped out his car in what was in reflection a poor imitation of a uniform and proceeded to do an even poorer job of spying. He had worn sunglasses inside for goodness sake. Victoria Beckham and Anna Wintour could barely pull that off. But then he had stopped a boy on the stairs and his whole world changed.

Blaine saw the confusion fade from Kurt's eyes to be replaced by love and understanding. Grinning, Blaine stretched out his hand, palm upwards and said in his quiet, confident voice "Kurt Hummel, would you like to dance?"

At that moment the music changed and new notes could be heard floating through the room. Electric guitar. Still speechless, Kurt stared down at Blaine.

Blaine stepped away, polished shoes once again squeaking on the polished marble floors as he brought them together, bowed and held out his hand. "Please."

That one word changed Kurt's world all over again. Clearing his head, he rolled his eyes and struggled not to smile as, just as Blaine had hoped, he placed his palm in Blaine's. Before Kurt's fingers had closed around the boy's wrist, Blaine gave a swift tug and Kurt was wrenched forwards, spun around and pulled into the warm, waiting arms. Kurt could feel Blaine shake with laughter as he chuckled low in his throat before softy singing into Kurt's ear.

The strands in your eyes that colour them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath.
And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depth.

Kurt recognised the lyrics from Blaine's iPod and the chick flicks they watched together. He smiled and nuzzled his cheek into the hollow a Blaine's shoulder, muttering, "I always knew you had a thing for my eyes."

And tell me that we belong together,
Dress it up with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above.

At this, Kurt pulled his head back from where it rested on Blaine's shoulder and looked at him, smiling, before swiftly placing a quick kiss on Blaine's mouth when he paused for breath after 'lips'. Beaming, he spun Kurt in his arms as he continued crooning the lyrics.

And I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide.
And I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life.

Kurt closed his eyes and smiled, hardly daring to believe that this was happening to him. He was safe. He had friends, friends who liked him because of him and not because of money or because no-one else would befriend them. He had a boyfriend, a boyfriend who was constantly surprising him and making him smile. He had been to prom with his boyfriend and they had danced together. He was happy, happier than he had ever been in his life.

And rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed.
And you're my survival, you're my living proof.
My love is alive and not dead.

Blaine's fingers ghosted along Kurt's side as he sang, before gently pulling away. He spun them around the room using moves Kurt didn't even know he had. He must have taken lessons he thought, before realising that Blaine must have had quite a few lessons to pull off that particular move and smiled at the thought of just how much effort Blaine had put into this.

And tell me that we belong together.
Dress it up with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above.

They danced and danced, light on their feet as they flittered around the room. To Kurt it seemed to be a mixture between the American smooth and a classic waltz, with a dash of Blaine's quirkiness thrown in there as he seemed to have no set choreography and instead choosing to simply go with what felt right. And it did. It felt so, so right.

And I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide.
And I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life.

I could do this forever. Kurt thought, swaying. I really, truly could. He couldn't think of anything else, nothing but the feeling of Blaine's warm arms wrapped around him and the sound of Blaine beautiful voice and the smell of the cologne Blaine must have quickly reapplied when they were briefly separated. I want this for the rest of my life he decided with a smile. I want this forever.

And I've dropped out, I've burned up,
I've fought my way back from the dead.
I've tuned in, turned on,
Remembered the things that you said.

They were stopping and Blaine steered the two of them back to the foot of the grand staircase where they met all those months ago. Two fat tears fell slowly from the corners of Kurt's eyes and he realised that Blaine's right cheek also had a tear slowly crawling down. He pulled his hands away and briefly wiped all three away with a small smile. They were both so happy.

And I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide.
And I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life.
The greatest fan of your life.

The sunlight burst through the large dome in the ceiling, sweeping across the floor in a stream of firey orange. It washed across their faces, warm and bright and beautiful.

"I love you." Blaine said as he gazed into blue eyes.

"I love you too. Forever." Kurt replied, staring back as he leaned forwards, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck and, as the sun's rays bathed them in its light and warmth, kissed him.

And there you have it, over FOURTEEN THOUSAND words later. Woah. And They All Lived Happily Ever After. The End. That was your bonus chapter/epilogue if you will and I truly hope that you enjoyed it.

Thank you, to Mama CP for her wonderful additional characters.
Thank you to Ryan Murphy, Chris Colfer and Darren Criss for Klaine.
And thank you to you reading Edelweiss. Those who have read it from the start and those who are joining now (please feel free to comment on previous chapters even though the story is now complete) I thank you for your time and for every wonderful reaction I've received. It's been lovely reading what you've written and reading for you.

A Sequel oneshot to Edelweiss is up, titled Shall We Dance? for those who are interested.
In the works, we have the Bonus chapter/epilogue of Bedbugs, an Anderberry story (currently the prologue is up), a Puppy!Blaine and Kitty!Kurt oneshot, a oneshot where Kurt & Blaine are home alone singing Baby, It's Cold Outside and start to reveal Blaine's past as well as several other oneshots and three AU stories, so please stay tuned for more. :)

I wish you a very Merry Christmas, a Merry Klainemess, a Happy Chanukah, a Happy Kwanza and a Happy New Year.

Sarah xx