Dislaimer: Glee belongs to FOX, the writers, producers, actors, etc. I am making no money from this, and no copywrite infringement is intended. All quotes were found online and are attributed to their authors if I could find them.

AN: Because I have loved the symbolism from the moment I first saw this episode, and wondered if it was in fact deliberate on the writer's part, or just a happy coincidence. The shortest short story yet, but very sweet.

Rated M for eventual sexual situations between two males, although I don't get nearly as descriptive as many of the fics I've read.

Reference: Set during "Prom Queen," before the Prom starts.


Fade Into You

By Lady Callista

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"The flowers will die, the sun will set, but you are someone I'll never forget. Your name's too precious, it will never grow old, it's engraved on my heart with letters of gold." -Unknown

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Chapter 4: Never Forget

"He's not coming." Kurt whispered the words, finding it curious that his voice was flat when it felt like his heart was breaking.

"He's only one minute late." Burt sighed, resting a hand on Kurt's shoulder as he sat down beside him on the living room couch.

"And you know he wouldn't stand you up, honey." Carole added as she came into the room, setting her camera on the table before sitting down on Kurt's other side.

"But I told him that he didn't have to go if he didn't want, because of the outfit, and he had a bad experience at a dance once, and…." Kurt trailed off as his dad squeezed his shoulder.

"And Carole's right." Burt said softly. "If he changed his mind and wasn't going to come, he would have told you that. He probably just hit traffic of something."

Kurt fingered the hem of his kilt nervously. "Maybe I should change, I…"

"Honey, you were so adamant about wearing it the other day." Carole cut him off.

"I know, I know." Kurt continued to fiddle with the kilt. "But if it really means he won't come…"

Kurt trailed off yet again as the sound of a car locking came from outside. He actually slumped with relief for a moment before recovering himself and springing to his feet.

Carole rose once he passed her, and as he headed for the door said softly, "We'll give you guys a few minutes." And with that she pulled Burt to his feet, heading for the kitchen.

Kurt was beaming when he opened the door, all the nervousness and fear gone as if it had never been. The rush of heat that flowed through him as he locked eyes with Blaine almost took his breath away. Rather than the familiar Dalton uniform, or the cardigans and bowties of the weekends, Blaine was in an all black suit, and just by seeing the cut and material Kurt knew it was expensive. "Well, you look very… dapper."

Blaine grinned at the comment, and the smile stayed in place as his eyes took Kurt in from head to toe. "And you look amazing."

"Thank you." Kurt said softly, reaching out to draw Blaine into the house. He debated whether or not to admit what he had been thinking moments ago, and finally whispered, "I was afraid you weren't coming."

"Kurt." The voice was patient, and just a touch sad. "How could you think I would do that to you?"

"I was being silly." Kurt admitted with a blush, taking a deep breath when his voice shook slightly. "I've, I've never been to a dance with anyone, and I just wanted to wear something that was, you know, me. It's not about pushing it in anyone's face, it's just, it's what I want to wear. But when I was afraid that you weren't going to show up because of it, it made me realize that it's not important what I wear, it's who I go with."

"I'll just repeat, you look amazing." Blaine said softly, reaching out to cup Kurt's cheek in his warm palm. "I'm sorry I didn't text, but there was an accident on my way here and traffic was backed up. If I wasn't going to come I would have told you, you should have known that."

Kurt felt even more sheepish as he remembered his dad and step-mother's words. "That's almost exactly what Carole said."

Blaine leaned in then, sliding his hand to the back of Kurt's neck and kissing him sweetly. "She's a smart lady."

Kurt slid his hands lightly over the lapels of Blaine's suit jacket, fiddling with the knot of his tie before hesitantly meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry for thinking you would do that."

"It's okay." Blaine answered gently. "I thought about it, the other day, when you said I didn't have to go if I didn't want to. I considered it for about a minute, and realized it didn't matter what you wore; I just wanted to go with you. I'm not going to run away this time, and it's all because of you."

Kurt smiled fully as his own words were mirrored back at him. "So I'm going to stop being silly now, we're going to do the picture thing, and then we're going to go have the most wonderful time."

"Well, before we do pictures…" Blaine trailed off, pulling his left hand out from behind his back, where Kurt had been too distracted to realize it had been since the door opened. He presented Kurt with a white box.

Kurt's eyes twinkled as he opened the box, then went soft when he saw two boutonnieres, each of them a simple pink carnation.

"They're… they're just perfect. Do you know what…" Kurt steadied his voice and changed his mind, asking instead, "Why a pink carnation?"

"Because the answer to the question you started asking is yes, I know what they mean." Blaine replied as he took one of the flowers out of the box, concentrating as he carefully pinned it to the lapel of Kurt's Prince Charlie jacket.

Kurt couldn't help the surprise that flashed across his face even as he pulled the other carnation from the box, raising it to his nose to enjoy the scent. "The language of flowers isn't something I expected you to know."

Now it was Blaine's turn to look slightly sheepish. "I remembered from a class that they used it in Victorian England, and I wanted the boutonnieres to mean something, so I looked up a list, and…well, like you said, this was perfect."

"I'll never forget you." Kurt whispered softly as he pinned the flower to Blaine's lapel, leaving his hands resting lightly on Blaine's chest even once he was done.

"It can also mean you're always on my mind." Blaine responded, raising one of his hands to rest it over Kurt's. "I figured either way works."

"It does." Kurt agreed, leaning in for another kiss. They kissed softly for a long moment, only sliding apart with matching uncomfortable expressions when they registered the sound of a throat clearing.

Carole was beaming at them, and although there was a slightly uncomfortable note in Burt's eye, it was quickly replaced with a sincere smile. Burt's voice was slightly gruff as he greeted Blaine, and he nodded at Blaine's polite response before giving a classic parent line, "Well, you two kids have fun and remember your curfew."

Kurt rolled his eyes even as Blaine nodded, both of them shifting their eyes to Carole as she picked up and waggled her camera at them. "But first, smile."

That was easy enough, Kurt thought as they each slid an arm around the other's waist, turning slightly towards each other, eyes briefly and affectionately catching. Both of them already were.