Blaine never clapped. It just…wasn't something he could do. Well, it wasn't something he could do without looking like an idiot. When it started, it wasn't that bad. But as it progressed, it got more and more unbearable. As they say, when it rains…it pours. Kurt hadn't noticed at first, and Blaine wasn't about to bring it up. After all, he'd rather have people not know. The only ones who did were his parents, his sister Katie and Wes and David. And even that was too many to be comfortable. He'd hoped for Kurt to never notice, but as their relationship progressed…it was kind of inevitable.

"Are you cold?" Kurt suddenly asked as they walked around Blaine's block, holding hands. Blaine frowned for a moment, confused because it wasn't cold at all. But then he felt it, his hand twitched a bit in Kurt's, so he feigned teeth-chattering and nodded

"Yeah…just a bit." Kurt chuckled

"Why don't we go back?" Blaine nodded eagerly and slipped his hand from Kurt's, shoving it in his pocket.

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"Blaine, honey, you need to come take your medication!" Kurt looked up at him, alarmed

"Medication?" he asked, Blaine tried to convey calmness and rolled his eyes

"She means my vitamins, you know, daily supplements." He chuckled "got to keep me healthy, don't we?" he winked at Kurt and rushed off to shut his mother up.

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It was getting easier and easier to cover up, until one day. They were sitting in Blaine's bedroom,

"What are you going to put on your confession shirt?" Kurt asked, Blaine shrugged and continued copying his notes until his hang jerked violently, sending the pencil skittering across the desk. He silently cursed himself for forgetting to take the pills.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, Blaine instantly got up and ran to the bathroom, rifling through the medicine cabinet. "Blaine!" Kurt called, rushing in after him as Blaine finally found the right bottle and was struggling to open it. He let out a whimper as he sighed harshly and Kurt deftly took the bottle from his hands and opened it. Blaine poured two of the pills into his shaky hands and swallowed them dry. He capped the bottle for Blaine and set it back in the medicine cabinet. He took Blaine's hands and put his directly underneath, not quite touching, but close enough. He watched as the tremors subsided, then cleared his throat.

"Blaine…" his only answer was tense silence

"Care to explain what the hell just happened?" Blaine made a small sound in the back of his throat that absolutely broke Kurt's heart. He stepped forward and took Blaine's face in his hands "Blaine, honey, I'm worried, please tell me what's going on." Blaine took a breath.

"You don't need to be worried…it's okay, I'm okay." He looked up into Kurt's eyes "I just…I kind of have a confession to make." Kurt waited "I have a condition…and before you get all worked up, it's honestly nothing to worry about. I won't bother you with all the details, but essentially, I have a tremor in my hands that I can't really control. When I was younger, the doctors thought it was early onset Parkinson's," he sighed "thank god it wasn't, it's not as serious as that, as long as I take my medication I'm fine." He looked away for a moment "I shouldn't be this upset, it's not fatal or anything I just…it gets in the way. I can't write properly sometimes, and playing guitar gets harder…and I clap like an idiot." Kurt smiled because yes, he had wondered why Blaine clapped like a five year old. Blaine shrugged "I don't know…it makes me feel stupid." Kurt ran a hand through the curls as the base of Blaine's neck.

"Blaine…why didn't you tell me that?" he asked softly "I'm not going to think any less of you." Blaine smiled "don't ever feel stupid for something you can't control, and don't ever think I'd love you any less."

"This is why I love you."

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As they walked around McKinley, brandishing their new shirts, Kurt's proclaiming "Likes Boys" in bold, black letters. Blaine walked beside him, "Can't Clap" written clearly on his chest. And in the future, there were times when Blaine would get frustrated, he'd hit a bad note on guitar, or drop things. Sometimes it would be worse than others, and Kurt would comfort him until the tremors calmed. And when they finally decided to take the next big step, and everything was all gasps and racing hearts, Kurt anchored Blaine's trembling hands down, twining their fingers together, a perfect fit. Because that was where they belonged.

(AUTHORS NOTE: Because something's been going on, on tumblr about Blaine not being able to clap? Took it and ran with it…yup. Reviews would be nice ;) )

(ps. I really don't know if this is an actual medical condition...but for the sake of the story let's just say that it is.)