A/N: Hey everybody! Thanks to everyone who has subscribed/commented. It makes my day. :) So, yea, next chapter...enjoy! And props to anyone who notices the Princess Bride reference.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or the song Blaine sings, which is part of 'Walk On' by U2.
Blaine, finally starting to accept everything Kurt had told him, decided he should do something nice to say goodbye to Kurt. He was never really good with expressing himself, and decided it might be nice to sing him something. He got up off his bed to get his guitar, and in getting up saw that Kurt had left without Pavarotti. Blaine decided to bring him back to Kurt tomorrow, it was kind of late tonight, and then Blaine could sing to Kurt too. He sat down again with his guitar, and began strumming a few chords.
The next day Blaine walked to Kurt's room with Pavarotti and his guitar, and knocked on the door to Kurt's room. "It's Blaine" he called through the door.
"Come in" replied Kurt.
Blaine opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind him. Kurt was already starting to pack some things in his suitcase.
He looked up as Blaine walked in and said, "Hey."
"Hi Kurt. You left Pavarotti in my room last night." Blaine said, holding out the birdcage.
Kurt walked towards Blaine and took it from him, placed it on his desk, and said, "Oh…thank you."
There was a slightly awkward silence, which Blaine broke by saying, "So, when are you leaving?"
"Either tomorrow night or Friday morning, depending on when I'm done packing." Kurt looked around the room at all his clothes spread out, which he had brought with him despite the fact that all he would be wearing was the Dalton uniform and laughed. "Almost definitely Friday morning."
Blaine laughed too, but then grew silent. "Listen Kurt, I'm really sorry I didn't say anything after you told me last night. I was really surprised, I still am a little bit, but if it's what you want, then I'm happy for you."
Kurt smiled, "Thank you Blaine…so…what's with the guitar?"
"Oh…" Blaine said, fingering the strap across his shoulder. "I was gonna sing you a goodbye song, but since you're not leaving 'till Friday, I could wait 'till then if you want."
Kurt was silent for a bit, but Blaine knew what he was going to say judging by how his face had lit up when Blaine said he was going to sing for him. Kurt really was adorable.
"Well, I mean, you already brought you're guitar, I mean you might as well sing it now…if you want." Kurt said, just like Blaine thought he would.
Blaine smiled and pulled Kurt's desk chair towards him. "As you wish." He said as he sat down and brought his guitar from his back to his lap. Kurt sat down on his bed and Blaine started strumming his guitar. Kurt smiled as Blaine began:
"Walk on, walk on what you got they can't steal it no they can't even feel it walk on, walk on…stay safe tonight. You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been. A place that has to be believed to be seem. You can fly away, a singing bird in an open cage, who will only fly, only fly for freedom-"
Kurt's smile grew bigger, and Blaine continued:
"-walk on, walk on what you've got they can't deny it can't sell it, or buy it walk on, walk on stay safe tonight. And I know it breaks and your heart it aches and you can only take so much walk on, walk on."
Blaine finished, and Kurt's smile managed to grow even wider as he said, "That was lovely Blaine, thank you."
Blaine smiled, "You're welcome Kurt. And, in case you were wondering, that thing that you have that no one can take away is courage." He stood up and walked towards Kurt. "Remember that. Be strong at McKinley. I know you can be."
Kurt stood up too, "Thanks again Blaine."
And then Blaine couldn't take it anymore. He cared so much for Kurt. He pulled him into a tight hug and felt Kurt relax into him and hug him back. Blaine mustered up his own courage, pulled out of the hug while still holding on to Kurt's arms, and said, "I love you too, Kurt."
Blaine let go of Kurt and walked out of the room as an amazed Kurt watched him leave, and then flopped onto his bed, smiling so much it hurt. Blaine loved him back. He felt as though he really could fly.