A/N: Hello, my wonderful readers! I'm a lot quicker this time, right? I noticed in my last author's note I put '3 weeks' when it was probably meant to say 3 months, but never mind! This chapter was fun to write but it took me ages! I think this is the longest chapter I've ever written, it's, like, 6,000 words. OMG!

But let's take a minute to relish in the fact that Blaine is going to propose to Kurt. *cue screams*

Moving on, before I start a fully fledged speech about that, if you follow me on Twitter, I'm sure you've seen a few spoilers for this chapter so I hope you enjoy it.

Oh, and also, most of the lines in the play are taken directly from the film.

Anyway, on with the chapter! I hope you like it and please don't hesitate in telling me what you think!

It was Thursday night and Blaine found himself in Kurt's bedroom, like he has for the past few weeks. This was the last time they'd be running through their lines together, but Blaine was desperately hoping that despite the absence of the play, they would still hang out. He's gotten so used to going round to the Hudmel residence and spending time with not only Kurt, but also his family. Blaine loved Kurt's family and they loved him, at least Blaine hoped they did. He'd grown quite close to Burt during the time he spent there, he felt closer to him than he did with his own father. He almost wanted to tell him the whole truth. Almost. Maybe someday.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" Kurt asked as he walked back into the room with drinks in hand.

"I guess? I don't know…" Blaine sighed, accepting the glass, his hand gently brushing Kurt's as he did so. No, he did not intentionally do that. Definitely not. "Thanks."

"No problem. Are you nervous?" Kurt questioned softly, tilting his head ever so slightly.

"Extremely. I mean, come on, I was a wreck before I sang in front of you guys for the first time."

"Only to start off with. Once you got into it you were the vision of confidence and were amazing ,I might add. You're such a good performer, Blaine, I'm positive you'll have nothing to worry about," Kurt replied certainly, eliciting a smile from Blaine.

"You really think so?" Blaine asked in a small voice.

"Of course," Kurt smiled.

"Thanks, Kurt. I can say the exact same thing about you."

"Oh, I know. I'm fabulous," Kurt agreed, sweeping a hand through his hair.

Blaine laughed shaking his head. "Indeed you are, Mr Hummel. Hey, do you mind if I use the bathroom?"

"Go ahead, you know where it is."

Blaine mumbled his thanks and placed his glass down before departing the room. He entered the bathroom and went on with his business. The chain was flushed and he went to go wash his hands before freezing.

On the side of the sink was a small orange cylinder filled with tablets. Blaine gingerly picked them up and turned them over in his hand until he could see the label. His eyes focussed on one section and one section only, the rest of it blurred away.

The name on the bottle was Mr K Hummel. These pills were Kurt's. Why did Kurt have these? Blaine couldn't decipher what they were for; the words on the label were too long and way out of his vocabulary. Was Kurt ill? What did all these words even mean?

Realising he had probably been in here for longer than he should, he quickly returned the bottle and washed his hands. Blaine swiftly exited the bathroom and made his way back to Kurt' room, his mind hazy.

Kurt was lay flat on his stomach, his eyes lazily reading over his script. Blaine softly closed the door and made his way over to the bed, perching on the edge trying to decide how to phrase the question he's dying to ask.

"Um… Kurt?" Blaine started hesitantly. He didn't want to make Kurt uncomfortable or anything, but he desperately wanted to know if he was okay. Blaine really cared about him and if Kurt's in any pain, that gives Blaine pain.

"Yeah?" Kurt asked, lifting his head to look at Blaine, his eyes shining with curiosity.

"Um, okay. So… When I went to the bathroom, I couldn't help but notice a bottle of tablets on the sink, and… Well, I just wanted to know if you're okay, Kurt. Are you?" Blaine stared sincerely into Kurt's eyes wanting to show him that he really did care.

Kurt remained silent for a minute, staring back at Blaine blankly, clearly shocked over the question. This didn't help Blaine's worry at all.

"Kurt?" he pushed.

"Oh! Those things? There for my… migraines! Yeah, I have these terrible migraines and that's what I use them for. I must've forgotten to put them away," Kurt answered hurriedly, sitting up a little and smiling as if it was nothing.

"Migraines?"

"Yeah, they're such a pain. I get them more regularly than I would like to, that's why I leave school early sometimes," Kurt explained. Blaine had noticed that Kurt had left early or didn't turn up at all (those were the days he hated most) but Kurt had always shaken it off with some excuse. This explained a lot.

"Oh, right. I'm sorry that happens, Kurt, it must be horrible. And I'm sorry for actually looking at the label on the pills, I should've just ignored them," Blaine apologised.

"No, it's doesn't matter. I would've done the same, you were just curious."

"Yeah… Still, I'm sorry, it wasn't my place. But I'm glad it's nothing serious, I was worried. I really care about you, Kurt," Blaine said softly, but sincerely. He scooted closer to him and gently placed his hand upon Kurt's, revelling in the warm feeling the small contact gave him.

Kurt smiled down at their hands and glanced up at Blaine through his eyelashes. "Thanks, Blaine. And… I really care about you, too."

Blaine smiled widely at the words. He felt his heart beat a little faster and the heat rise to his cheeks. He squeezed Kurt's hand and felt his stomach doing back flips as Kurt squeezed back.

"You would tell me if something was wrong though?" Blaine asked. Kurt paused before confirming the question. Blaine smiled and reached for his script, Kurt doing the same.

They spent the next few hours rehearsing and talking about nothing in particular. Their hands remained joined the whole time.

It was Friday. Opening night. To say Blaine was freaking out would be a complete understatement. Sure, he knows he's got all his lines remembered and he knows his stage directions so it should be a breeze right? No, it definitely won't be. This is the first time Blaine has ever performed to an audience which is bigger than the glee club. The thought of so many people watching him terrifies him. What if he messes up? What if he trips over the set, or, even worse, his own feet? The only outcomes occupying Blaine's thoughts were negative ones. These fears still consumed him despite Kurt's reassuring words from the night before.

He gazed at his reflection in the mirror, taking in his transformed self. His hair was slicked back with a thick layer of gel, trapping his curls. This was how he used to style his hair but with a lot less gel. Usually he'd just want to control the monster upon his head but not completely flatten it but this was how Artie apparently visualised Tommy in his mind.

His attire was a lot different also but he looked exactly like one would in the time period the play is based on. A thin black tie hung from his neck upon a pale blue shirt which was tucked into a pair of black dress pants being held up with braces. He also had a black blazer slung over the chair which he was to wear when he first enters along with a bowler hat.

All in all, Blaine looked dapper. He looked a lot more like the old Blaine, except he'd obviously have a bowtie and he'd ditch the braces. He would probably be wearing a cardigan as well. Blaine looked deeply into the hazel eyes staring back at him and realised how much he'd missed this and felt more like himself. He didn't feel as exposed, he felt more in control. He did feel slightly lost without the feel of his curls tickling his face; he'd got so used to it that now it felt alien to have them pushed back.

He averted his eyes from himself and glanced at Kurt's small frame through the mirror. Kurt looked absolutely flawless, no surprises there. His costume was similar to his own, accept Kurt wore a pure white shirt and his hat remained upon his head until the very last scene. It was meant to hide his face so that Tommy wouldn't properly know what he looks like until the end, then BAM, he falls for him. Kurt's character turns out to be the guy Blaine's character has been dreaming about.

Despite having doubts initially about the play itself, over time it's started to grow on him. Once they started rehearsing together as a group, Blaine started to understand it much better and begin to appreciate Artie's writing.

The fact that his characters gay still bothered him a little, not because he had anything against it, but because of the reactions it might get.

"Hey, Blaine!" Sam greeted, startling the said boy and snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Hi, Sam. You ready?" Blaine asked, well aware that Sam only had a few days to remember his few lines and all.

"Yeah! I'm going to be the best bartender this school has ever seen!" Sam announced with a laugh.

"I'm sure you are. Not nervous?"

"Well, a little. What about you?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, just a bit. But that's natural, I guess." Blaine stated with a shrug.

"Yeah, that's true. But you're gonna be great, man. From what I've seen in rehearsals, you're really good at this, Blaine." Sam praised, patting Blaine's shoulder lightly.

"Thanks, Sam. I know you will too, you picked up everything pretty quickly."

"Thanks, man. I'll see you out there!" Sam said before heading over to where Finn was standing.

"Guys, gather round!" Mr Schuester called, standing in the centre of the small area. Everyone obliged and Blaine subconsciously found himself beside Kurt, it was as if there was a magnetic pull drawing them together.

"Hi," Kurt whispered, smiling down at Blaine.

"Hey," Blaine returned in the same hushed tone.

"Right guys," Mr Schue started, grabbing everyone's attention. "We have five minutes until show time and I just wanted to say something. I am so proud of you guys. There are only a handful of us but you've all put so much effort into bringing this play to life. I have to admit, I was a little doubtful at the beginning because of the small number of you guys, but you've all proved me wrong. I'm proud of how you've all come together during this process and created these close bonds," he praised, smiling at all his students.

Kurt's hand gently nudged his own and Blaine summoned up all his courage and latched them together. Blaine smiled brightly up at Kurt who returned it along with a gently squeeze. Both their cheeks tinted and they moved their attention back to their teacher.

"I'd like to take a minute to congratulate Artie on writing such an amazing play along with directing it as well. You have a great talent and I'm honoured that you chose to share it with us." Everyone voiced their agreement and praise to a bashful Artie.

"I'd also like the thank Blaine," his peers all turned to face him at the mention of his name. Blaine was definitely not expecting to hear his name in this little speech. "You proved us all wrong with how well you've acted. I know not everyone was too happy with your arrival into this club but I can speak for everyone here when I say we are extremely glad you joined, even if it was because Figgins' told you too. I'm also hoping you decide to stay even when you don't have to…" Mr Schue 'subtly' hinted.

"Well… I don't know…" Blaine teased and everyone's faces dropped. "Just kidding, of course I'll stay."

"Glad to hear it, Blaine! So, it's time guys. I'm so proud of you all. Let's go make this an opening night to remember!" Schuster cried and everyone cheered in agreement.

"I'll see you out there. Break a leg," Kurt said, reluctantly removing his hand from Blaine's.

"Thanks, Kurt. You too!"

Blaine exhaled shakily and slowly made his way his place behind the curtain, grabbing his blazer and hat on his way. This was it. From his position, he could hear Mr Schue introducing the play and the audience politely clapping.

The curtains slowly separated from each other.

Here we go, Blaine mentally told himself. He paced onto the stage, his eyes quickly adjusting the bright surrounding lights. He was sort of grateful for the lights because it made it harder to focus on the audience so it was slightly easier to pretend that they're not there.

"Tommy!" Finn's character shouted as he entered the stage and then they were off.

Blaine managed to deliver his lines and not mess up. Everything was going smoothly and Blaine was enjoying himself. He couldn't really see the audience but he could hear them and so far their response was positive.

Kurt entered the stage around half an hour into the first act and, damn, he looked good. Even though you couldn't see his face due to his hat, his skin looked flawless in the light. Tommy's instantly attracted to the club singer, and Blaine knew that his portrayal of this would be believable because it definitely wasn't acting.

"Pour me a drink, Joey," he said to Sam, well, 'Joey', while staring at the 'mysterious person'.

"You promised me, Tommy," Rachel cried, "no more of you no-goodnik schemes."

"I'm not gonna sit on my keister and watch all the fat vats in this town get rich, okay?" Blaine spat, his eyes remaining on Kurt.

"That's it!" Rachel screeched, "We are through! Go ahead and run your booze, you big dope, and I hope you drown in it," Rachel shoved him, not so gently, and stormed across the stage. "So," she started as she noticed Kurt, "you must be the new singer he's hired. You want some free advice about this one? Stay far away. He's nothing but trouble in cheap spats." And with that, she swiftly excited the stage.

The rest of the first act flew by, and before they knew it, they were entering the second one. Blaine was on a performance high. So far so good, in his opinion. He was having the time of his life on the stage.

The second act opened with his solo. Tommy was in the midst of his confusion over his attraction to the club singer and the dreams he'd been having about the same boy.

I close my eyes,
And even when I'm sleeping
I'm alright,
'Cause You were, in my life.

Once upon a time,
I only imagined this
And now You're mine.
Wished for you so hard
Prayed that You'd find me;
Maybe your here today,
Here to remind me:

If you believe that dreams come true,
There's One that's waiting there for you.
'Cause I believed when I saw You
That when you want something enough,
That it can't escape Your love.
There is nothing in the world that cannot be...
If you believe, oh oh...

Blaine was initially surprised by how well the song fitted Tommy's current situation because his character was basically in love with the dream boy, but that was just it, it was a dream. The lyrics described Tommy's inner frustration and wonder, it was almost as if Rachel Lampa wrote the song for him.

Everybody said
That I was a fool to think
That we'd connect
But I couldn't get my heart out of my head,
And they just didn't see;
No, they just couldnt know
The feeling that You get,
The places that You go...

If you believe that dreams come true,
There's One that's waiting there for you.
'Cause I believed when I saw You
That when you want something enough,
Thren it can't escape Your love.
There is nothing in the world that cannot be...
If you believe.

Never wished for material things;
Never needed wind in my wings.
I never wished for anything but You...oh!
I can't explain it,
Someone just told me,
"Go where your heart is,
You'll never be lonely."

Blaine's voice grew with confidence as he got further into the song. He sang with pure emotion, trying to portray his character's inner turmoil. His eyes found his mother's in the audience and he smiled slightly. He could see the pride shining in her eyes and he realised he was also singing this song for himself.

If you believe that dreams come true,
There's One that's waiting there for you.
'Cause I believed when I saw You
That (when you believe) when You want Someone enough,
Then they can't escape Your love.
There is nothing in the world that cannot be,
If you believe.
Believe, believe, believe, ooh...

He ended the song and took a second in his mind to revel in the applause. It felt good knowing that was for him.

The act went on and everyone put in their all. The story continued along with Tommy's confusion. Many scenes consisted of Blaine speaking his characters thoughts aloud so the audience understood what he was going through. It kind of made Blaine wish he could do the same so everyone knew what he was feeling. To be able to be honest and have everyone understand what he went through in his past and what he faces this present day. He knew it wasn't that easy but he could still dream.

It was nearing the final scene and the adrenalin was still pumping through Blaine. Excitement was building inside of him knowing that the finale included Kurt's solo, along with Tommy's realisation that his club singer is his dream boy, but that part is irrelevant. It was Kurt's solo.

Blaine made his way back onto the stage looking more dishevelled than ever. His tie was hanging loose, his top button undone and his sleeves rolled up. He slumped down on the chair looking defeated.

"Look, I ain't blaming you," Blaine started as Kurt entered the stage; his hat shielding his face like it had been the entire play. "I ain't asking for your forgiveness either." Kurt slowly removed his blazer and neatly hung it over the chair opposite Blaine's. "I just did what I had to do," Blaine continued to explain. Out of the corner of his eye his saw Kurt take off his hat and he knew this was his cue to look over at him and –

Holy fucking shit.

Kurt looked absolutely beautiful, stunning in fact. The lights reflected in his eyes bringing out the blue and making the speckles of green more noticeable. His skin seemed to shine like he was an angel.

He is an angel, Blaine corrected himself. Shit, you have to say something.

"Uh..." he quickly cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter, his eyes never leaving Kurt's. "When you walked out of the rain and into my club… That wasn't coincidence, was it?"

Kurt tilted his head to the side making his eyes glisten even more which didn't help Blaine's current awestruck situation. "Nothing's coincidence," Kurt replied softly but to Blaine, it was the most beautiful thing he's ever heard.

"Your face… It looks so familiar. Like this guy I knew once, only it wasn't real, it was a dream," Blaine stated breathlessly.

"Tell me about this dream boy," Kurt chimed, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

"Um…" his mind went completely blank. He couldn't remember what he was supposed to say. "I… I don't remember…" Blaine quickly racked his brain for what he supposed to say.

Shit, I can't remember!

"All I know is…" he improvised. "You're beautiful," Blaine sighed, staring deeply into Kurt's widened eyes. No, that wasn't what he was meant to say. That wasn't Tommy talking, it was Blaine.

Kurt blushed deeply and looked down, clearly flustered over Blaine's rewrite.

The song, Blaine reminded himself, just tell him to sing the freakin' song!

"The dream… Help me remember. Will you sing for me?"

Kurt nodded and then Brad started playing the piano.

There's a song that's inside of my soul.
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again
I'm awake in the infinite cold.
But you sing to me over and over and over again.

Kurt's voice was so strong and pure and Blaine could do nothing but sit there and stare. How had he not noticed how perfect Kurt was? Sure, he knew the boy was beautiful, but in this new light… Blaine couldn't describe it. Kurt's beauty rendered him speechless.

So, I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope.

Sing to me the song of the stars.
Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again.
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again.

Blaine couldn't describe what he was feeling in this very moment. His stomach was doing weird things, his mind was fuzzy and his body was numb. It was as if Kurt's voice had paralysed him.

So I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours
I know now, you're my only hope.

Blaine's mind was reeling as his eyes followed Kurt around the stage. Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever.

I give you my destiny.
I'm giving you all of me.
I want your symphony, singing in all that I am
At the top of my lungs, I'm giving it back.

So I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours
I pray, to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope.

That was it. Blaine Anderson was in love with Kurt Hummel.

hmmmmm, hmmmmm, oooooh.

Kurt returned to his seat and looked at Blaine expectantly. Blaine didn't know what to do or say, he was frozen. He could feel the eyes of the audience staring at him but that didn't matter to him at all as he stared into Kurt's eyes. Without even realising what he was doing, Blaine saw Kurt's face getting closer as he leaned it.

Their lips touched.

Blaine's body was filled with warmth. The audience melted away, all he saw, no, felt, was Kurt.

The kiss only last a second or two as Blaine remembered where they were and who was watching. His eyes widened as his detached their lips and panic filled him.

What the fuck did I just do?!

Kurt's expression mirrored his and he barely noticed the curtains close and the lights going out.

"Oh, my God…" Blaine breathed out. He didn't know what to do, or say for the matter. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, his vision filled with a concerned, but extremely flustered Kurt.

Nope, that wasn't a dream. I just kissed Kurt.

Blaine's head was pounding as the fear consumed him. What was going to happen? What was he going to do?

He ran. Ran as fast as he could out of the auditorium. He always ran.

He was vaguely aware of hurried footsteps behind him but he didn't turn around to see who it was. He assumed it was Kurt.

Oh, my God, Kurt! What is he going to think? Is he going to hate me? Blaine panicked. The last thing he wanted was for Kurt to hate him. He feared he'd ruined their friendship; the one thing he treasured most. He couldn't go through with losing yet another friend.

He crashed through the door of the choir room; the one room he knew was open. He was breathing heavily as tears burned his eyes.

"Blaine?" Kurt started gently as he entered the room. Blaine whipped around, his eyes wide with fear as to how Kurt was going to react.

"K-Kurt?" he asked in a small voice. His face crumbled and the tears cascaded down his face. Kurt rushed over and gathered Blaine into his arms, holding him tight.

"Hey, hey, shhh. It's going to be okay," Kurt gently consoled, stroking Blaine's back as he practically broke down in his arms. Blaine clutched onto Kurt's shirt, his face buried in his chest as he cried away his pain, confusion, fear…

"I'm s-so s-sorry!" Blaine choked, hiding himself deeper into Kurt.

"Shh. Don't apologise, its okay. It's okay," Kurt soothed, placing a gentle kiss on Blaine's forehead. Blaine's lips tingles as he remembered the kiss that was the cause of all his problems. He slowly raised his head to look at Kurt. He noticed the tears shining in his blue eyes and instantly felt guilty. He'd made Kurt cry.

"I… I-I'm so s-sorry for kissing you back there. It was t-totally inappropriate, I d-don't what came over me," Blaine apologised, stumbling over a few of his words.

"Hey, no. Stop." Kurt demanded, taking a firm grip on Blaine's shoulders to look at him. "I forgive you okay? Don't worry about it. If I'm being honest… It was nice. Yes, it wasn't the best place to do it, but it's done now, okay?"

Blaine's eyes lit up when Kurt described the kiss as 'nice', which had to be good, right?

"Nice, huh?" Blaine asked with a small smile and Kurt flushed.

"Yes. It wasn't exactly how I imagined our first kiss to be, but…" Kurt's cheeks reddened even more as he realised what he just said.

"You… You've thought about our first kiss?" Blaine asked, astonished. Kurt thought about kissing him? Is this really not a dream?

"Uh, y-yeah…" Kurt stuttered, looking anywhere but Blaine.

"Hey, look at me," Blaine gently grasped Kurt's chin to make him face him. Kurt looked at Blaine hesitantly. "I think about it too, okay?" Because he did. A lot.

Kurt' eyebrows rose slightly. "Really?" he squeaked. Blaine laughed softly and nodded.

They remained silent, their eyes wandering over each other's faces. Blaine's eyes landed on Kurt's lips and he subtly licked his own. Kurt noticed this and mirrored the action, both on them aching for the others lips. Before Blaine had any time to react, Kurt leant forward and closed the distance between them.

Blaine had no words to describe the feeling of Kurt kissing him, not the quick peck like before, but really kissing him. It felt like his insides were on fire, his blood pumping faster as the desire filled him. He deepened the kiss as Kurt wrapped his arms around his neck, letting out a frustrated sigh since couldn't run his fingers through the barrier of gel covering Blaine's hair. Blaine pulled back reluctantly, laughing slightly at Kurt's reaction and trying to ignore how much that noise turned him on. Now was definitely not the time.

"I'm guessing I should ditch the gel."

"Definitely," Kurt agreed, leaning forward to rest his forehead on Blaine's.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked quietly.

"Yeah?"

"What do you thinks going to happen?"

Kurt leant back to look Blaine in the eye and sighed sadly. "I don't know, Blaine."

"Is it… Do you think it'll be bad? I-I don't think I could go through all that again," Blaine whispered, a tear slipping down his cheek.

"What happened, Blaine?" Kurt whispered, gently cupping Blaine's cheek.

Blaine was silent for a minute or two before he decided that he was ready to tell him the end of the story.

"As I told you before," he started "Shane was one of my main tormentors after he outed me to everyone. He- He basically did what Karofsky does with you, but it just hurt so bad. There was this Sadie Hawkins dance, you know, the one where the girl asks the guy. I knew no one was going to ask me so I didn't plan on going.

"About a week before the dance, Shane came up to me and apologised. It was completely out of the blue and me being as gullible as I was… I believed him. I don't know why, I just did. He was my friend and I guess I just wanted to have him back. He said he'd realised that what he was doing wasn't right and all that. To make up for it, he asked me to the dance. I-I accepted. I was so freakin' naïve!" Blaine cried and Kurt hushed him, gently stroking his cheek in an attempt to calm him down.

"So I was going to the dance with him as friends and I so excited to have him back; I'd been so lonely. I should've noticed how suspicious it was that no one at school bothered me since Shane and I rekindled our friendship, but I thought it was because he was sort of friends with them so he told them to back off or something.

"Anyway, we went to the dance and it was fine. We danced a bit and no one seemed to blink an eye. I should've guessed that it was too good to be true. Shane asked if we could go and went to wait for my mom to pick us up outside. While we were waiting…" Blaine paused, taking a deep breath. He hated thinking about this; it was even harder talking about it.

"These two jocks that Shane had been hanging out with cornered us and started beating the living crap out of me. And Shane… he just laughed. He laughed! It hurt so much; I can't even tell you how painful it was. Shane kicked and punched me, telling me how disgusting and stupid I was for thinking he'd want to be my friend again." Blaine started to cry harder and Kurt hugged him tightly wanting to protect him. Angry tears left his eyes as heard what those horrible people did to Blaine, he wanted to take him and hide him away from all the pain he's experienced.

"T-They stopped when they heard a car and r-ran. I-It was my m-mom. God, K-Kurt, seeing her face when she saw me… It was h-horrible. I lost consciousness and woke up two days later in h-hospital. That w-was why we moved, I couldn't go back there. She wanted to send me to Dalton b-but we couldn't afford it," Blaine explained, latching himself onto Kurt, leaning into his warmth.

"And that's why you hid your sexuality," Kurt stated and Blaine nodded. "God, I… I'm so sorry, Blaine. You did not deserve to go through that. But you're safe now okay? I won't let you go through that again, I promise. I can't promise that it'll be all sunshine and rainbows, but I can promise that you'll have me through all of this. The glee club will be there for you too." Kurt said certainly, slowly rocking the pair of them.

They stayed like that for a while, both of them lost in their own thoughts and each other. They didn't notice that they were no longer the only people in the room.

"Blaine?" the said boy jumped and looked up from his place in Kurt's chest and saw his mom stood in the doorway; Burt and Carole were stood behind her.

"Mom," Blaine cried and ran to her, hugging her tightly.

"Oh, my boy," she cooed, caressing the side of his face. "You were amazing out there, you know? I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks, mom," Blaine mumbled, tightening his hold on her.

"She's right, buddy," Burt said, coming up to the pair and patting him on the back, smiling fondly.

"Thank you, Burt," Blaine whispered, smiling gratefully at the older man.

"And Kurt," Julie started, "You were wonderful too, my dear. Blaine was right, you're voice is beautiful."

"Mom!" Blaine moaned, blushing brightly. Kurt giggled and thanked her as he walked over to the group, accepting the hug from his father.

"I'm so proud of you, kiddo," Burt praised, clutching his son tightly.

"Thanks, dad,"

Carole came out from behind Julie and held out her arms for Kurt who gladly went into them.

"I'm proud of you too, sweetie. You were amazing!"

"Thank you, Carole," Kurt said, pulling away and smiling warmly at his step mother.

"Blaine," Burt started and the boy looked up. "Your mother's explained to Carole and I about everything and I want you to know that we support you, okay?"

Blaine stared at Burt, completely astounded at what he said. He felt his eyes well up as he detached himself from his mom and hugged Burt gratefully.

"Thank you so much, Burt," Blaine murmured and Burt smiled, patting his back gently. "You too, Carole," Blaine thanked, turning to the woman and pulling her in for a hug.

"It's not a problem, sweetheart."

"Blaine?" Julie started, looking at him nervously which sparked Blaine's interest.

"What is it?"

"I… Don't get mad okay? I invited your dad."

Before Blaine had a chance to react, his father walked hesitantly through the door, looking expectantly at Blaine.

"Hi, Blaine," Richard greeted, smiling slightly.

"I…" Blaine stared blankly at his dad, unsure of what to do. "I can't do this," he decided, shaking his head.

"Blaine, please…" his mom begged.

"No… I- I can't," he stuttered and pushed passed him mom to exit. Richard gently grabbed his arm before he made it out, staring pleadingly at him.

"Blaine, please don't walk away."

Blaine forced his arm out of his father's grasp and narrowed his eyes up at him.

"You taught me how."

And with that, he left, leaving everyone in a stunned silence.

A/N: Oh, wow. *whips forehead* what a long chapter! I seriously did not expect it to go on this far! But there you go, I kind of hope the length makes up for all the delays I've gave you.

But A KLISS! YAY! *throws confetti*

I hope you guys like this chapter, I sure enjoyed writing it!

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